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“Honey, no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

That’s the answer I’ve gotten for the last three months! I’d become obsessed with Daniella, my wife, telling me about her first lover. The only answer she’d give me has been, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I’ve asked her if it was painful? Was it bad? Good? Exciting? Dull? And I get, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’

And she’d cut me off, then change the subject to something else. Hell, we’ve been married twenty-eight years. It was a long time ago and I don’t understand why she wouldn’t even begin a discussion. All I know is that Dani wasn’t a virgin the first time we made love. I was. I hadn’t ever been with a woman before her. I’d been on dates, even had a girlfriend for a bit in college. We kissed, but that was the extent of my sexual baseball, a single, first base only.

I even tried to let it drop and then dreamed about what might have been. The next morning, I told her about my dream. She giggled a little and said it wasn’t like that at all. That was the extent of her hints.

ooOoo

Dani was a cheerleader and the star point guard on our 3rd place state finalist basketball team. She was the smallest on the cheer team and was the one doing the gymnastic leaps off the other girls’ hands.

And she was the homecoming queen during football her senior year. I was gone that year, my first year of college. I’ve seen the picture of Dani and her boyfriend, a black guy football jock; the only black guy I’ve ever seen in our school. He was new at our school that year. I never knew him and she’d never even told me his name. But I wasn’t surprised that he’d be her boyfriend. I’ve learned over the last twenty-eight years that there’s not a prejudiced bone in Dani’s body. Besides, in the picture, he was a darn good-looking kid.

Why did it suddenly become an obsession with me? It stemmed from an evening that we were going through some old albums and I saw that picture of my beautiful wife in her gown that night of homecoming, her boyfriend kissing her on the cheek the night she was announced as the homecoming queen.

I saw the look in her eyes when we turned the album’s page and that 8×10 picture was on the next, kind of a ‘longing’ look. Or maybe not. I wondered if I was just imagining things and just blurted out, “Was he your first?”

She smiled at me and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You won’t tell me anything about him?” I asked her.

She giggled a little, “He was a senior, a little older than me, first year in Kennewick, receiver and defensive back.” That enough?

No! I wanted to scream. Not that it would have done me any good. The question I wanted her to answer, ‘was he the one?’

That was when it began. Dani was so beautiful and sexy in that picture being kissed by probably the best- looking guy in school, chocolate-brown complexion. Besides, I’d heard the rumors, you know about black guys.

After that, my obsession with knowing just grew, that picture in my brain. But she wouldn’t tell me anything; was she was dating the guy or was that just a ‘homecoming’ kiss?

ooOoo

Now, back to the beginning of the story, about three months after I’d first seen that picture. It was a normal Friday in October. We still lived in our home town. Dani had gone out that evening to visit a couple girlfriends she’s had since school and I stayed home alone. We had three kids; two in college and one married, working at the local RV manufacturing plant.

We were proud of them all, our oldest was the youngest person the plant had ever promoted to a manager. The other two, too; our daughter was going to college to be a teacher, to follow in her mom’s footsteps (pretty sure Dani’s been the subject of many high school boys’ wet dreams), and our other son was a math whiz, majoring in mathematics.

None of that had anything to do with the strange happenings of that evening, though, except that it explains why I was home alone. After Dani left, I was pondering that little mystery of my wife and even had gotten the album out again with the picture of Dani and her ‘boyfriend’ to look at again. She had the little queen’s crown on her head and the kid was holding her hand and politely kissing her on the cheek.

Dani was wearing a pale blue dress with a beautiful corsage over her left breast. The dress was long, flowing with a slit up one side, bare shoulders with a deep ‘V’ showing her cleavage. Her auburn hair was curled under, just above her shoulders. She looked like a sweet, sexy, high school girl, her face beaming with the honor of being voted homecoming queen.

I sat, just staring at the picture, almost to the point of the picture putting me in a trance, wondering about later that night, the homecoming dance… and after.

I hadn’t had dinner and decided to go buy myself a Pizza Hut dinner. I stepped outside, taking about four steps and stopping to gaze at my surroundings. I was thoroughly confused, my 2015 Accord was gone and my parents’ maltepe escort old black ’63 Ford Fairlane was in the street where the Accord was supposed to be. That was the car I’d driven my first year of college, before they’d sold it the following summer and I bought a little pickup.

How the hell was it sitting in our street? In front of our house! I checked the keys in my pocket and there they were… the keys for the Ford. Now, I was really confused. I knew damn good and well that I’d just picked up the keys for the Accord from the key rack beside the door.

I turned around to go back in and see if they were still there… and my eyes widened… there was no house! I was staring at the empty lot that Dani and I had bought six years ago. What the hell? I looked down at my feet and I was standing on bare dirt, not our concrete sidewalk. When I turned back around again, the old Fairlane wasn’t on a street, just the dirt road that was there before the subdivision was put in.

The first thing that went through my mind was the old TV show, ‘The Twilight Zone’. I half expected to hear that mystical music and Rod Serling’s voice, “This is the dimension of Imagination…” But no, it couldn’t be… the only logical explanation was that I’d gone to sleep, probably while looking at the picture, and this was nothing but a dream, so I pinched the back of my hand to wake myself up.

It didn’t work, so I pinched harder, so that it actually hurt. The empty lot didn’t go away. The Ford was still parked on the dirt road. I didn’t know whether to be afraid or just go with the damned dream. I glanced down at my Fitbit. It showed October 25, 1987. I did just a bit of mental gymnastics, in my sleep obviously, and deduced that was the year Dani had been a senior in high school. I’d graduated in May of ’87.

But this was the most unbelievably real dream I’d ever had! It was a chilly evening and I was cold. Wouldn’t that normally wake a guy up? Then I remembered that that day had been unseasonably warm, in the sixties and when Dani left to go with her friends, it was still almost sixty outside. So, why was it so damned cold? Thankfully, at least, I was wearing a reasonably warm shirt, but still shivering.

Up and down the ‘street’, there was nothing but an empty field with one, lonely, dirt road through the bare field toward the highway where a few minutes earlier it had been a housing development; streets, houses, trees, landscaping.

I got in the old Ford and started it up. It was running on seven cylinders, just like it had been when I was a freshman in college. And messy inside, just like I’d always kept it. And, there in the back seat, was my old red plaid wool jacket, the one I loved before it shrunk to about an eight-year-old size when I accidentally washed it in hot water. I’d given it to the Salvation Army long before Dani and I married then never saw it again.

When I put it on, it fit me the same as it did when my brother gave it to me for Christmas. Maybe a little tight because I’d gained a few pounds. But it did fit. I had to laugh, the ‘bullet hole’ was still there. It was a drop of battery acid that had burned a little hole in it right at my chest and I’d affectionately called it my bullet hole. I was one tough cookie to survive that one.

It was only about a half-mile into town and everything was like I remembered from back in the eighties: cars and pickups, eighties and earlier; the old service station that had been torn down for a new one was there; town was exactly like it had been when I graduated high school.

I had a thought… my cell phone. I got it out to call Dani to see if she was having the same experience as I was. When I looked at it, no service. Duhh!

This dream was completely out of hand!

I drove up past the high school. In the early nineties, the outside had been remodeled, adding a roof and enclosed access between the junior high and high school buildings. Naturally, the remodel wasn’t there. It was still set up so that there was a driveway between the two buildings.

One thing I saw from ‘High School Hill’ was that the lights were on at the football field, down at the elementary school.

If this was a dream, it was more real life than anything I’d ever experienced before! I thought again about The Twilight Zone. That was more like what this seemed, like I’d stepped through a worm-hole, back in time. I know when I had been looking at Dani’s picture, it was October 25th, 2019. I looked at my watch again; it still showed Oct 25, 1987.

I drove through town again to the football field. But, before I did, I looked in the rear-view mirror, at myself. I wondered, if I’d gone back in time, had my age changed? No, I was still the same fifty-year-old Robert.

At the football field, I parked and walked to the bleachers overlooking the field. It was like I wasn’t even there, no one seemed to notice me at all.

There, on the side of manavgat escort the field, in front of the bleachers, was my Dani, in her short cheerleader skirt and top. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, she looked so young and pretty, like the high school senior she would have been that year.

I glanced at the scoreboard on the end of the field, two minutes-fourteen seconds left in the first quarter. Score: home-fourteen, visitor-eight.

My eyes went back to my ‘wife’, the eighteen-year-old Daniella, jumping and yelling into the mouthpiece of her cone-shaped cheer phone. Occasionally, the girls would do a little acrobatic routine, with Dani always one of the two doing the flips.

At the end of the first quarter, she disappeared, going to the lockers. It came to me, was this the homecoming game? My heart rate doubled, thinking about the possibilities.

It was so weird, sitting there, with no one even acknowledging me, almost like I was invisible. Either that or just that I was a stranger that no one knew. I recognized several of the ‘kids’ that I had gone to school with so long ago. Some of the parents, too. Dani’s parents were there, even younger than my Dani had been when she’d left the house earlier that evening. And her little brother. Her parents are in their seventies, but that night, closer to forty, which they would have been in 1987.

The second quarter of the game dragged by, seemingly taking forever to get to halftime. Our team lost their lead, giving up two touchdowns. Not that I was too worried about the score of the game.

After the halftime horn blared, I was anxiously waiting, nervous about what was going to happen. It was only half a minute later when the brand new-looking Mustang convertible began the drive onto the track around the field, carrying three girls sitting up on the back of the back seat. They drove all the way around the track, then parked in front of the home grandstands.

Three guys were waiting, two in suits and one in his football uniform – the black kid, to accompany the girls in front of the bleachers. I’d seen this play out at the homecoming games when I was in school, but watching now, knowing that my ‘high school’ Dani was one of the girls, was doing a number to the swarm of butterflies in my tummy.

And then it hit me. I knew damned good and well that I’d wake up right before…

But I didn’t wake up. At least not yet.

The three guys escorted the three girls, the football player offering Dani his hand to help her out of the car. Dani was wearing the blue dress in the picture and looked even better than in the picture. A lot better. The slit in her dress was there in the picture, but when she walked, it swished open and closed, offering those glimpses of her pretty leg, nearly up to her thigh.

When they announced the name of ‘Princess’ Ann, then ‘Princess’ Jenny, the one remaining girl, Dani, covered her mouth with her hand, realizing that the other two girls were princesses, leaving one last girl as queen, herself. When her name was announced as ‘Queen’ Daniella, the look of excitement on her face was palpable. Her hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide and then her grin… that grin that I’d seen so many times. I remember it the first time we’d been told that she was pregnant.

And then her ‘jock’, standing behind her, placed the queen’s crown on her head, and I saw a flash from a camera. Then he moved to her side and kissed her on the cheek, another flash going off. The picture, the one in her album!

Then one that isn’t in the album, that I didn’t know existed; Dani turned her head and the next kiss was on the lips. Short, but most definitely meaningful, with another flash. Where is that picture?

The three girls were escorted back to the Mustang and made another round before disappearing at the far end of the field. Pretty sure they were a bit anxious to get into warmth after wearing those gowns out in the cold.

It was halfway through the third quarter before Dani, the cheerleader, made her appearance back in front of the bleachers. This time, not thinking ahead to halftime, I paid a little more attention to how she looked in her cheer costume.

I’d noticed before how short it was, but not how gorgeous her legs were with the tight leggings she wore underneath her skirt.

ooOoo

I thought back to our first time. Dani was nervous and I was scared and excited. I had barely entered her. It felt so good and was my first time. I’d pushed all the way inside her and felt the orgasm rising almost instantly. We hadn’t had a condom and I knew she didn’t want to get pregnant so I pulled out of her and exploded all over her pubic hairs. There was no way I could control myself. I’d masturbated before, but this was so different, her body was so hot and slippery inside her.

I was embarrassed, felt like I’d let her down, but she wrapped her arms around me and told me it had been wonderful for şişli escort her, too. I actually believed her at the time, and the one thing I never thought of until years later was that there was no hymen blocking her. I obviously didn’t know what to expect, but I’d read about sex with a virgin. It just didn’t occur to me until so much later.

Our next time and the times after that were much better, and, well, she did marry me.

It never bothered me, because we’d been married for several years by the time that I did realize she’d had a lover before because by then we were one with each other, madly in love and in a very happy marriage. It wasn’t until that night looking through her album and seeing the picture for the first time that I had really started to wonder about her first time… and, you already know, she wouldn’t talk to me about it.

ooOoo

A moment before the end of the game, during a home-team timeout, the game’s announcer made an announcement, “Dance afterward, students only, high school gym. Visitors, you’re invited.”

The homecoming court would most certainly be at the dance. I looked around, wondering. It was like I wasn’t even there, not a word had been spoken to me, not a head had turned my way, like I was invisible. Students only. Could I?

And when was I going to wake up? I’d accepted that this was all a dream, there wasn’t any other explanation. I didn’t understand why I was seeing things I hadn’t known; like that second kiss, or the final score – we lost by a single point. I don’t ever remember knowing the outcome of that game. I guess I just assumed that, since everything else was so accurate, that the final score was real, too.

I found out a quarter-hour later if I could do it. I parked in the high school’s lot and walked into the gym totally unnoticed. There were a few people around, making last-minute decorations and testing the music, but no one acted like they’d seen me walk in.

I found a chair and sat down, waiting. It was another half-hour before kids started wandering in. When I was in high school, I never went to the dances, too shy, so didn’t really know what to expect. Kids meandered around, talking, drinking punch, holding hands, acting a little disappointed in the game, but ready to have some fun, anyway. When the music finally started, a few couples ventured out on the dance floor, but most were still around the outside watching.

The only couple I was interested in was Dani and her ‘boyfriend’. They showed up together about twenty minutes after the dancing had started, probably because they both had to change. Dani was wearing her blue homecoming dress and God, she looked gorgeous. I wished to hell that I remembered her more from high school, but like I said, she was a year younger. That had seemed like an eternity when I was in school. Besides, I didn’t go out with girls in high school, not until those few dates in college.

The two of them had their fingers interlocked when they came in, laughing about something. God, watching the eighteen-year-old Dani walking in that dress did a number on my cock, even in my sleep. I hoped when I woke up from this dream, hopefully, next to Dani, that I’d still be as hard. Just my luck that I wouldn’t remember any part of this dream.

And had any of this actually happened? Or was it just a figment of my dream-land? I know that at least some of it was real, because of Dani’s picture, but was that just because I’d seen the picture that it was in my dream? This whole thing was so weird! It still was seeming like it was all actually happening in front of me, like I really was there.

The music they were playing was mostly fast and there wasn’t much physical contact between partners. When Dani and boyfriend, (I wish I knew his name – I’ll make one up – Tim) stepped out on the floor, it was the same. They gyrated, hardly able to tell who they were dancing with.

But Dani’s dress, that slit up the side, I don’t think she’s worn anything quite like that the whole time we’ve been married. As that first dance went on, she became more and more risqué, waving her arms high above her head, and intentionally flexing that leg out of her dress for maximum exposure.

Dani’s family is conservative and so is she. This seemed so out of character to me, but so sexy! I only wished I KNEW if it was real… or only a figment of my wishful dream-world. And hoped I’d remember when I woke up.

There were a couple more dances like that, with sitting at a table with friends in between dancing. Whenever Dani and ‘Tim’ sat, they were holding hands and their arms and shoulders pressed tight together. She was obviously into the guy, big time.

Then, finally a slow dance. Dani dragged her date out on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek to his. There weren’t any mad, passionate kisses, probably because of the adult chaperones. But their bodies were sure pressed tight and grinding together.

I finally got up the courage to walk out on the dance floor. Still, no one paid me a bit of attention, like I wasn’t even there. When I got close enough to hear, I overheard Dani telling her date, “… parents left hunting after the game, deer season, so no one’s at my house,” then nibbled on his neck.

My eyes opened wide. Was she telling him what I thought she was?

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I woke up with my semi erect penis still buried inside of Brandi’s ass. My hands were still cupping her large breasts. My face was still buried in her dark blonde hair. What was missing from when I fell asleep was the blanket that we were sharing. What was added to the room was the most beautiful girl in the world and my one true love since kindergarten.

Mary Jo looked at us surprised. “I guess that’s one way to avoid pregnancy. If you want to shower together before my parents get up we’ll have to hurry.

I pulled myself out and headed for the bathroom holding my pajamas in front of me. Brandi followed close behind carrying her borrowed nightgown.

I turned the shower on and climbed in surveying the mess in my crotch. There was lotion and perhaps a bit of shit. I was washing furiously wanting to be clean for my shower with Mary Jo.

Brandi sat down on the toilet and let go with a massive fart. She was unabashed which made sense considering we had spent the night joined at the hip so to speak.

Mary Jo came in and made the small bathroom very crowded. She lifted her nightgown and revealed the perfect body that I had been curled up with and dreaming about for the past few days.

“Happy birthday.” I said as she climbed in with me. I slid back against the wall and allowed her into the showers spray.

Once the water hit her naked flesh I stopped time. I wanted to remember this moment forever. She looked so perfect with the drops of water frozen on her creamy skin. Her blue eyes were half open in a deep smile and the first traces of water were dampening her luxurious long brown hair. I reached out and touched her body. I traced a heart shape in the water on her belly. I reached down between her legs and ran my fingers through her soft pubes. I touched her perfect breasts with their generous heft. I lifted them and tweaked her nipples. They would be so delectable when hard. I could almost taste them.

I moved back into position I restarted time and a splash of water hit her and she giggled. “Simon, I haven’t done anything like this before. Can I touch you?”

I swallowed and nodded. Her hand reached down and touched my penis which was suddenly and painfully erect. “Is this ok?”

She was a good three inches taller than me and all I could do was stare at her generous breasts and nod.

She took a washcloth in her hand and soaped it up. “I saw where this was, we need to make sure it’s nice and clean.” The warm wet cloth wrapped around my penis and across my few pubes. She was jerking me off with a smooth motion and the rough texture of the washcloth was almost too much to bear.

She leaned her body into mine as her tits pressed against my chest. The washcloth slid off my erection and cupped my balls. I could feel my soapy cock head touching her light fur. She slid it ever further back and I felt her caressing şişli escort my ass.

Her breasts were pressing against my shoulders. I reached up to caress them and kiss her while she stormed my cock with the washcloth.

“Is this the right way to do it?” she questioned while stroking and twisting. “Am I getting you nice and clean?”

The soapy terrycloth was a different sensation than I was used to. I looked her in the eye and all of the sudden I couldn’t control myself and shot off. My cum launched and covered her furry mound. She dropped the washcloth and quickly rinsed saying “I’m sorry” and ran out of the bathroom.

Brandi flushed the toilet and took off her nightgown and followed Mary Jo out. The water suddenly got blazing hot and I slid back against the wall trying not to get burned by the hot water. I tried reaching for the shower controls to cool it down but I was a blocked by the hot water.

I waited for the temperature to equalized so I could safely rinse off. I wanted to know why Mary Jo had run off and what Brandi was saying to her. Finally after what seemed like an hour the water cooled and I rinsed.

I shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself and headed back to the bedroom. Brandi met me at the door and handed me some clothes. “I think you should just take a walk and let me sort things out. Trust me I want you to succeed but now is not the time. Get dressed and go out for a walk. It will all be okay. I promise.”

I didn’t know what to do or say so I took the pile of clothes and headed to the bathroom to get dressed. As I looked through the pile of clothes that noted that there was no underwear. I got dressed as best I could and went downstairs. Mrs Kopernick had an incredible spread for breakfast with pancakes with blueberries made into smiley faces, bacon and eggs.

“I have to run out and do something can be just grab a piece of fruit?”

“Of course.” She smiled with a strange look on her face. She knew that I loved her breakfasts, all of her meals actually but breakfast was the special treat.

“You will be back for the party at one right?” She asked as she handed me a couple of apples and a banana.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. “

I dashed out of the house and wondered what I could for the next six hours. I thought about speeding up time and skipping most of it. I wasn’t sure about that since the future is a one way trip.

I walked down the street and a cold January breeze ripped through my light jacket. I stuffed the banana and one of the apples in my pocket and started to eat the first apple as I headed downtown. I ate everything but the stem. Old habits die hard.

I reached into my pocket for the second apple and felt a piece of paper. I opened it and it was a not from Brandi. “You need to get Mary Jo a present. tuzla escort A ring for some sort would be perfect. xx Brandi”

My heart fell. I had no idea of where to get a ring. I ran to where I used to live, my brother’s house and wondered if there would be something of my mom’s that I could give her.

I walked around to the back and then stopped time. I didn’t want to talk with my brother or his girlfriend. I knew they wouldn’t give me anything but trouble.

I opened the door and stepped inside. I had gotten used to the Kopernick’s house. It wasn’t fancy but it was tidy. The house was a mess. There were dirty dishes all over the kitchen and trash just laying around. I started to pick it up and then said fuck it and kicked the trash can over.

I walked through the living room and saw my brothers girlfriend strung out on the couch with a glass pipe in her hand. She was half naked her stained panties askew and sagging tits barely contained in a ratty tank top. I knew I could fuck her but had no interest.

I went up the stairs and saw my brother in the bathroom sitting on the toilet with his head buried in his hands. “Motherfucker” I muttered and headed to his bedroom. The room that had belonged to my parents.

I saw my mom’s jewelry box and was overcome with memories. I thought about the beautiful necklace with the hourglass. Her grandmother’s ring with the two teardrop opals surround with a gold figure eight. An ivory bracelet that she got from a trip to Alaska.

I opened the box and it was full of pawn tickets that had long since expired.

I started to throw things around looking for anything besides garbage. I found nothing and went to check out my old room. It looked liked they had tossed it after I left looking for anything of value.

On the corner of the floor a glint caught my eye. It was a nickel. I hadn’t had much, a couple of books maybe an old trophy, now all I had was five cents. I picked it up and stuck it in my pocket.

I went to Brandi’s room to see if there was anything I could take and give Mary Jo. I hoped she would understand. Her room was a mess but it was a mess even when she was there. I started looking through the dressers for anything and realized they had tossed it as well. Then I saw a friendship bracelet hanging in the headboard of her bed.

I picked up the bracelet. I had given it to her a long time ago. I turned it over in my hands. Brandi deserved to have this back.

I punched my brother in the jaw. It wouldn’t really hurt him but it felt good to me.

On the way out of the house I pulled the pipe out of Tiffani’s mouth and smashed it on the floor. “You are a horrible person and you ruin the lives of anyone you touch.”

I thought about hitting her as well but decided against it. I walked out the front door, pendik escort leaving it open and then restarted time.

I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. Better in someways and worse in others. I kept walking. Maybe I would see something to inspire me. I ate the banana as i wandered. Brandi was right. Mary Jo was traditional and would want to be married or at least a ring.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the second apple. I found a quiet place I the park to sit. I needed to think.

After I finished the apple I reached back into my pocket and found it empty except for the nickel and the bracelet. I took the nickel out and turned it over in my hands. It was warm from being in my pocket. I stared at it. I couldn’t even get a piece of candy with it. I started to stare at it and tried to bend it. No matter how hard I tried the bright silver metal didn’t yield.

It was a good size to make a ring. A hole in the middle and then bend it so a smooth ring. I thought back to how strong I was with time slowed but not stopped. I slowed down time and felt it wanting to click to stopped.

As i neared stopped time the world didn’t just slow down it grew dimmer. The world was almost black and I was barely holding time at almost but not quite stopped. The world looked so dark. I could look straight into the sun without issue and everything else seemed to be shadows or blackness.

It was difficult to keep time moving at this speed. It wanted to either come to a full stop or speed back up to normal. It was like balancing an egg on its point. It didn’t want to stay. I knew I had to work quickly.

I squeezed the nickel and it was like putty. I put my finger through it and started to shape it into a ring shape. I rubbed and turned and smoothed it. Bits started to come off in a slowly expanding cloud around it.

It started to glow and as it glowed, it grew sticky. When I was finally happy with the shape it was glowing a bright white but it was a cool glow, it was comfortable in my hands. I let go and it seemed to float in midair as the cloud of dust was beginning to catch fire. I took a couple of steps back and relaxed my concentration.

There was a pop and a flash of green fire where I had been standing and the ring fell to the ground and was crackling on the concrete. I walked over to it and started blowing on it to try and cool it off. I grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it on it.

The snow sizzled and popped on the hot metal. After another couple of handfuls the ring was cool enough to touch. I picked it up and looked at it and realized that the edges of it retained my fingerprints. I smiled, There was no way to explain it. No way to justify it. I could honestly say they were mine but give no plausible reason why. Maybe she wouldn’t ask. Maybe she wouldn’t care.

I checked the time at the local bank clock. I still had an hour before I was expected back for the party. I laughed. I realized I could rob the bank easily enough. No one would know.

I started back thinking back to before the accident. Eight years and so much had changed. Mary Jo’s party was the last one I was invited to, the one that I really wanted to attend, and now I was.

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The evening news droned on in the background as I threw the flimsy paper tray of synthesized nutrition into the microwave. Punching the timer, I poured another tumbler of cheap red wine and stumbled back towards the TV when a blinding flash illuminated the house like it was midday. A deafening report rattled the windows sending the cat scurrying under the bed and my glass of wine into free flight.

At first I thought the world leaders had finally pushed the big red button, but as several minutes passed and my heart rate slowly returned to normal, I threw out that theory, and turned to get more wine. Another blast of blinding light with an even louder report shook the apartment and the phone rang. “WTF was that?” It was Barry my schizoid and slightly demented neighbor whom I’d known since I moved into the complex several years back.

“I don’t know; probably old lady Daisy breaking wind.” I offered as my pulse continued to pound audibly in my ears. Daisy was a retired blob of cellulite that lived below us and was a frequent yet unknowing subject of our discussion about the trouble with women.

“Damn high fiber diets!” Barry retorted; “Think the explosion came from the power plant — want to check it . . .?” Another flash and the phone went dead.

Quickly reviewing my options, I secured the gas valve and joined my trembling cat just before the power went out. After several more earth shaking explosions, an unearthly silence enveloped the apartment complex like a heavy fall fog.

The sounds of the muted TV brought me back from to reality several hours later and I crawled out from under the box spring to survey the damage. There wasn’t any apparent. The rattled announcer on the TV spoke of an unusual meteor shower that had peppered the northern hemisphere sending air transportation and digital communications into disarray. Most of the asteroids had exploded close to the earth’s surface sending a bazillion tons of asteroid debris into the atmosphere while the few that had smashed into the ground left huge craters and a few casualties. No mention was made of the number of civilians that shit their underwear.

The wine was still cold, and tomorrow would come too early as always, so I downed the last remnants from the bottle with a few gulps and retired to the comforts of my soft bed. I fondled the soft quivering orbs between my legs as they throbbed thankfully in my hand. They were warm to the touch and seemed to quiver with their fullness. As most men, I had a particular fondness for my underused package, but was hesitant to pound my meat into senselessness as long as the remote possibility of encountering a sex starved nymphomaniac existed. The cat slid beside me and purred loudly effectively numbing my senses into dreamland.

The phone jangled persistently despite the pillow I’d thrown over my uncovered ear at its first silence shattering intrusion. Daylight had just begun dribbling through the shades and my hangover announced its unwanted presence with resounding effectiveness. Reasoning the telephone wouldn’t answer itself, I grabbed the receiver that was coated with some kind of sticky residue undoubtedly left over from a late night munchies attack.

“This better be important. . .”

“You still in bed dude — haven’t you heard what happened?” It was Barry going schizoid and I damn near hung up.

“Enlighten me, oh great god of bull shit.”

“Look out your window man, folks doing the nasty all over the place! Daisy got some young kid pinned and she’s screwing his brains out!”

“Like that’s something I want to see first thing in the morning, dude,” A grotesque image of flesh colored gelatin undulating on a defenseless victim almost induced a puke attack.

“Really; something came out of them asteroids that turn women into senseless fornicating machines! I gotta get me some of that!”

“Come on man — that might not be prudent until we find out what’s going on,” I mumbled as I threw back the sticky sheets sending the cat scurrying. My gonads were on fire and semen dribbled from my semi-hard member. “Geez Barry, my dick is leaking!” A loud report erupted from the earpiece followed by an unearthly scream and the phone went dead.

Almost immediately, there was a loud knock at the door. Grabbing the semen saturated sheet from the bed and wrapping it around my torso, I stumbled to the door and threw it open. Standing before me was an image of innocence; a sweet young girl in a tidy university uniform with a prefab cookie box tucked under her arm.

“Wanna buy some cookies, izmir escort Mister,” she mumbled as her gaze drifted to the tented sheet pointing directly at her. A high pitched squeak came from somewhere above her shoulders. With the swiftness and agility of a feline, she tore the sheet from my waist and threw a NFL worthy tackle to my knees. As I crashed to the carpet, she leapt astride my torso, guiding my dribbling dick into her moist, fuzz covered slit. I bucked my hips in an effort to throw my rider off, but she used the opportunity to reposition my inflating organ with her delicate hands. As my hips crashed down, she impaled herself fully on my cock as I heard a gasp from the doorway.

Dressed in a pink fluffy bathrobe, a curvy MILF shook off a look of disbelief and leapt towards my head. Nimbly dropping to her knees on either side of my skull, she opened her robe and pushed her hairy bush onto my lips. Grabbing my hair, she rubbed her tasty snatch over my face, as her boobs burst into the open air and began to swirl in concentric circles. The little cock rider below squeaked with every downward thrust of her passion driven hips while I struggled to find the tasty source of feminine essence with my tongue in the forest of coarse black curls. Growls of desperation raised an octave when my probing tongue finally found her quivering bud longing for a licking. With a few quick swirls of my tongue, her grip tightened forcefully on my hair and her eyes squinted shut. I was drowning and smothering in ecstasy as she serenaded me with a plethora of orgasmic animal sounds and squirted her essence across my face.

The squeaks over my pelvis increased in intensity as the nymph riding my hips crossed her threshold triggering my own mind blowing release. Never have I encountered such a sweet tasting pussy or such a tight, cock tugging twat. It felt as if two years of accumulated semen erupted within two seconds, damn near blowing my cock riding cookie pusher through the roof. She gasped and wiggled as I filled her with virulent seed. After a lengthy recovery, my two assailants’ slowly regained stasis and rose to their feet. Obviously self conscious, the mother and daughter team straightened their clothing before quickly disappearing into the mayhem outside. I was tempted to chase them to return the unsold cookies, but chocolate mint patties are my favorites and would suffice as a tip. Cradling my abused package, I wandered towards the shower after securing the front door.

A steamy shower and memories of my recent sex encounter gradually brought me back to the realization that something was just plain wrong. Flipping on the tube, I found snow on every channel except PBS where some white coat Einstein emulator was rambling scientific jargon about the potential social disruption from an alien induced pandemic. Despite his apparent lack of comprehensible vocabulary, his assertions substantiated his conclusion of the asteroids were a precursor to alien invasion. After all, what better way to disrupt the dominant species than to wrap their heads around self gratification vice self preservation?

The phone rang jerking me back to the present. It was Cindy, my on again off again lover of three years. Cindy was a great lover and confidant, but as myself, she had no desire to confine herself to a lifetime commitment solely with one person.

“Hi sweetie, how are you holding up?”

“I’m outside your door, care to let me in?”

“Depends on your intentions,” I asserted.

“Safe haven and comfort,” was her curt reply. There was a sense of urgency that collapsed my resistance and I stumbled to the door in my bathrobe. She pushed her way past me as soon as I eased open the door with an elderly gentlemen tucked under her arm.

“Who’s your escort,” I quipped.

“Some super sized sex maniac was grinding him into the ground on the patio,” she murmured as she stroked his thinning hair. I helped her hoist the frail figure, still quivering with post orgasmic spasms, onto the couch and covered him with my sticky sperm soaked sheet. I felt his pulse and respiration which seemed OK. Cindy hugged me in apparent relief and I kissed her lightly in response.

She turned away and walked to the window to watch the sexual free for all unfolding throughout the complex. Soon her hand slid down to the front of her house dress in search of the moist folds of her femininity hidden within. I walked over behind her, and gently massaged her beautiful breasts, brushing lightly kahramanmaraş escort over the dime sized engorged nipples. She leaned into me and sighed longingly.

“I need you, lover,” she whispered.

Turning her to face me, I laid a soulful lip lock on her, before slipping to my knees and pulling the hem of her housedress over my head. Her trimmed glistening pussy drew me to her, and I dove into the warm delicious wetness hungrily. Her hands pulled my head towards her gently as I licked her engorged lips noisily. Far more quickly than I’m accustomed, Cindy groaned and sprayed my face with her warm orgasmic nectar. She had always been a prolific squirter but today, she must have ruptured the main. Her knees locked and her hands forced me deeper into her swollen lips as she rode her orgasmic crest. I drew a deep breath, savoring the pungent sweetness of her explosive release. With several more subhuman groans and boob shaking spasms, Cindy wavered unsteadily and sank to her knees. We embraced as two long lost lovers for a small eternity momentarily transported to our own peaceful universe.

Finally, we broke our embrace and rose to our feet still holding hands. She released her gentle grip and reached for my willy with her eyes still locked on mine

“Not now sweetie, I got a headache,” I murmured as I pulled away from her. She bit her lip as she pondered my first ever rejection.

“It’s not you, Cindy — I was just screwed by a sorority sexpot and her mom.”

“Are you alright?”

“A little sore and intimidated I guess.”

“Let me see,” she said as she pulled open my robe and gently grabbed my throbbing organ. “Gawd, it looks like you met the business end of a meat grinder!”

“It burns a little but I got some cookies out of it;” I gestured to the prefab cookie box.

She kissed the tip gently and parted her lips to take the reluctantly inflating organ completely into the delicious warmth of her mouth. Using her swirling tongue exquisitely, she coaxed renewed life and desire into my shaken libido. Easing her on to the floor, I raised her dress and slid into the familiar warmth of her essence. She cooed encouragingly as I slipped into my normal rhythm, bringing my hands up to the firm clothed mounds I adored. Almost immediately she closed her eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, bucking her hips forcefully in synch with my own. Unexpectedly, her pussy muscles clamped unmercifully tight on the base of my meat as she released the familiar long guttural moan indicative of her impending orgasm. Squeezing the air from me, she sprayed my pubis like a firehouse and raised her hips into an almost inhuman arch.

Her entire body quivered like she was plugged into a light socket before she collapsed under me. As her clenched muscles slowly released my choked organ, she scooted down slightly forcing our pubic bones together. Rhythmically moving her hips in tight circles, she brought herself to another orgasm almost immediately. After a few moments, she repeated the same evolution until, after several more cycles; she collapsed under me and played dead. I slowly withdrew my overworked organ from her silky depths and rolled onto my back in blissful euphoria. And yet, despite the best sex of my life, the feeling of foreboding returned.

I heard the doorknob rattling, then the strained voice of Barry begging me to open the door. Reluctantly, I rose and twisted the lock open. Barry burst in with a young nymph clutching his torso and a wild look on his face. His clothes were tattered and his purple abused cock was flopping mindlessly out from a hole torn in the front of his trousers. Cindy stirred slowly, pushing the hem of her dress down over her knees and propping herself up on her arms.

“Dude, it’s unbelievable out there! I’ve poked more pussy. . .”

“Please Barry, that’s more than I really need to know right now. What did you drag in?”

Barry stroked the disarrayed golden locks of his trembling escort. “It was her first time . . . hey you got some cookies!”

I nodded and waved towards the box. “Help yourself.”

“You know you got a corpse on your couch?”

“He’s the remnants of a young kid Daisy did in, I think,” I offered still recovering from Cindy’s induced euphoria and Barry’s unwelcomed intrusion.

“Hi Barry — who is your escort,” Cindy queried; “Toss me a pack of cookies, would you?”

“Sure,” Barry muttered tossing the cookies to Cindy,” She sort of followed me home.”

“Might manavgat escort be appropriate to take her back where you found her,” I offered.

“Yeah,” Barry groaned and slowly made his way to the door with the reluctant nymph following right behind. As he opened the door, a group of geriatric graduates forced their way in. Cindy and Barry shrieked simultaneously as I dashed to the bedroom and tried t slam the door. Before I could turn the lock, somebody’s granny forced her way in and jumped on to my chest sending us both crashing to the plush carpet. She fumbled with the front of her robe while grinding her pubis against mine.

Despite the surreal scenario, I didn’t contest her intrusion into my bathrobe as, with nimble ministrations, she massaged my launch platform passionately into full readiness. Apparently pleased with her experienced handiwork, she slowly crawled up my thighs and straddled me with a groan; positioning my purplish head into her sparsely covered gray lair. Penetration into the dry orifice was akin to screwing steel wool, yet her enthusiasm was more than sufficient to compensate for my discomfort. I closed my eyes and visualized a porno nympho while she rode my overused member like a schoolgirl in heat. All too soon the burning sensation deep within my groin became unstoppable, and I pumped my creamy essence forcefully into her welcoming pussy. She shrieked like the wicked witch of the north as her muscles clamped surprisingly tight on my spurting invader. Gasping and sputtering through her orgasm, her body jerked spasmodically for several minutes until she fell forward on my chest. I held her gently to insure she was still breathing, before I eased her off me. A puddle of our combined orgasmic juices drooled from her gaping pussy onto my thigh as she breathed a gentle sigh. The cat came out from under the bed and started rubbing my face and purring. I made a quick mental note to feed it.

Stumbling to my feet, I rearranged my robe and moved back towards the front room in a daze. Barry was on the floor with a plumper bouncing unmercifully on his hips while the little lady he’d brought in was rubbing her downy thatch forcefully on his moustache. The old man that Cindy had rescued was being orally serviced on the couch by mousy looking spinster who had thoughtfully placed her dentures on the end table. Cindy was bent over the railing on the patio being railed from behind by a huge black guy with a humongous sausage. Each gut wrenching thrust brought a low pitched groan from Cindy and a lower pitched guttural growl from her meat server. I watched in fascination as the black pole slid in and out of her, tugging those delicious pink pussy lips almost grotesquely with each outward thrust. Finally, with the bellow of a castrated bull, he erupted into her womb violently, shaking like a giant oak in an earthquake. Cindy’s eyes flew wide open and she shrieked like a possessed banshee. As she climaxed, gallons of jizz were pumped into her already overstuffed pussy squirting a milky shower across his torso with each eruption. He slowly withdrew after his spasms subsided and staggered backwards. Cindy dumped a huge load of their combined essence onto the deck and sank to her knees.

I strolled over to her and she offered a weak smile as I wrapped my arms around her trembling body.

“That was great,” she offered breathlessly. “You OK?”

“Yeah,” I offered, “Satiated and sore as you are, I suspect.”

We hugged and slowly rose to our feet, then turned to enter a now empty apartment. The TV continued its monotone babbling in the background and the cat stood by its plate meowing hungrily. The place was a mess, but could wait until after we savored some wine. I threw the soiled sheet behind the couch and plopped down allowing my robe to open haphazardly. Cindy dropped a can of tuna in front of the cat before she poured two glasses of red, red wine. On unsteady knees, she stumbled over to the couch and set them on the coffee table before she sat down and snuggled next to me.

“I wonder how long this hyper sex drive will last.”

“I could get used to it,” I offered, “In fact; I think we should exploit it further after we finish our bubbly.

She downed the contents with two gulps and asked “Ready?” I downed my wine noisily and nodded. Suddenly there was a booming voice that overshadowed the hushed orgasmic expletives that were coming from everywhere outside:

“WE OFFER OUR GRATITUDE FOR RECHARGING OUR CRAFT WITH YOUR ABUNDANT ORGASMIC ENERGIES AND REGRET ANY HARM WE MAY HAVE INADVERTANTLY CAUSED YOU SPECIES.”

We both sat momentarily stunned.

“WTF was that,” I queried as the message sank in and I hit the mute on the remote.

“I’m not sure,” Cindy murmured as she reached over and caressed my battered willy with her fingertips, “But I think we best keep you pumped up to meet the demand of our interstellar gas station!”

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Putrid odours assaulted her on the way down. Grimy cum attached to her fur and scales like clammy hands feeling her up. Droplets passed her lips when she opened her mouth to give her nose a reprieve, almost triggering her gag reflex the instant she registered the flavour. Keeping her body thin, she quickly slid down Li’s urethra, the vestiges of daylight vanishing in the foetid darkness. The tube ended and sent her flying into an ocean of semen.

Breaking the surface, Mina took a deep breath and coughed. Just the fumes were enough to clog her throat. Her body relaxed, assuming its former physique, though her sexes remained dormant despite the familiarly erotic situation she was in. Once again in a giant’s balls, this better not become a habit, she thought and studied the surroundings.

While only dull light penetrated the dense walls of Li’s scrotum, her eyes saw every detail. The container pulsed, sloshing cum all around, tightening as if Li were trying to squeeze her out. Even at Mina’s new size, she was tiny compared to cavernous testicle she occupied. Just how big was Li now? She’d been too focused on survival to observe.

Small divots lined the walls, oozing more slimy cum to fill the pool she floated in. Mina gulped at the sight of it all, the depths unfathomable from where she was, and patted her belly. After she was finished it may never return to normal, regardless of how pliant her body was. Breathing deep to try soothing her nerves, she cupped her hands and brought a glob of semen to her lips. Despite how gunk moved around her, once exposed to the air, or the prospect of going into a moist hole, it congealed into a ball and fluctuated between liquid and solid as it slid across her palms. With a final breath, she slurped it in.

“You really think it’ll be that easy?”

Mina stopped, the cum suddenly leaping back into the pool. Before her eyes, humanoid shapes rose from the gooey depths, comprised entirely of white, yet forming defined features the longer she watched. Trembles ran laps along Mina’s spine as she recognised several of the faces now looking at her, broken up by many that she didn’t. As they formed, the pool dwindled until she was standing on the fleshy base, mere puddles of cum remaining.

All the shapes shared one thing; cocks. Some were equipped with many, others enormous, though most were average, they compensated with their raw numbers. One, a Minotaur, stepped forward.

“How could you?” Edna asked, her voice gargled.

“She killed us,” Neku said, blank white eyes glaring at her, “Now we can’t leave. We’re stuck in her soul.”

“It’s your fault, isn’t it?” Sally accused, “She was just after you and got me.”

“If it weren’t for you we’d all be alive,” Sora boomed, her body not as enormous but still towering above all others.

“I… It wasn’t my fault. Li… she did this.”

“But you could’ve stopped her,” Tiffany hissed.

“You could’ve stayed and helped my sister,” Ino said.

“I didn’t know,” Mina said, backing away and into Uma.

“If I’d just left you, she wouldn’t have done this to me. But you…”

“Uma, I… I can make it right,” Mina raised her voice, echoing off the great walls around them, “Let me make it right.”

In unison, depraved grins spread across the faces. Cocks rose with them, varying in shape from plain to demonic with nodules spread across them. They converged on her, surrounding Mina as she backed further away, stopped when she bumped into Sora’s leg. The giant still towered over her, its cum body condensing to display rigid muscles, which bulged as Sora grabbed onto her. Struggling but held in place, Mina watched the Futanari approach and dive onto her various cocks.

Unexpected – unwanted – pleasure raged at the tight insides rippling around her lengths. Unfamiliar faces contorted in ecstasy, their bodies milked her shafts, undulating from the base to tip. Those at her hind-cocks wrapped her balls in their legs and arms, anyone not penetrated instead grinding against the egregious huge spheres, yet not a drop escaped her. If anything, each pump of the cum-futanari along her members made them swell and tighten.

Her body at last betrayed her mind and throbbed in wanton need, seeking orgasm. Moaning now, Mina clenched in preparation for release, unsure just what the other Futanari got from her doing so. Still tensing, Mina waited to cum. None of her assailants stopped moving, their slimy bodies, inside and out, squeezed every square inch of the many cocks, yet her orgasm never felt closer. What felt like minutes passed with her on the verge of climax with nothing to show.

Mina flexed her every muscle, still held in place by Sora’s stronger grip. Even as her scrotum tightened around its cargo, the skin creaking and shifting to an angry scarlet, not a drop left her. Redoubling her struggles, she budged Sora’s hold a little, but the giant held firm. A throbbing ache rose, every throb of her cocks adding to the sensation and spreading it across her body. Was that their intention, she gümüşhane escort wondered and grit her teeth. They must be waiting for her to beg.

Not a chance, Mina thought with a small grin. While uncomfortable, she wasn’t anywhere close to her limit. Compared to Li cutting her with the dagger, the ache was nothing, even as it pervaded her every nerve, somehow augmenting the pleasure. As if taking her unspoken pride for a challenge, other Futanari gathered around her front. They climbed atop the others and stood on the base of her fore-cocks, latching onto her nipples.

More so, they climbed her balls to lick and finger her puffy holes. The ache turned to a burn, trying to melt a barrier stopping her orgasm, yet it only blazed hotter without any headway. Deft fingers glided across her sloppy cunt walls, hooking into the opening, pulling and feeling out every little ridge and crevice. Tongues worked at her folds and anus, diving in at random, while lips clasped around her tits and clit, all but inhaling them. Eyes rolling from the burgeoning sensations, Mina sought a remedy to the building ecstatic agony.

Her body responded. Magic flowed once more, following the focal points of pleasure to her cocks and nipples. Other Futanari had climbed her, stacking upon the others sucking on her lower rows of breasts, edging Mina to a cliff that seemed to stretch forever. For all the intense sensations crowding her nerves, it was the flick of a tongue along one of her many ears that tipped her over.

Despite the climax pulsating in her very soul, the ache in her balls worsened. Her shafts all pumped its contents like tireless workers, filling out those attached to her cocks, yet it wasn’t enough. More. Mina roared louder, shaking the fleshy chamber in her frustrated bliss, and magic burst through her veins. In seconds, the pressure alleviated. She didn’t know how, nor was she concerned with discovering.

The magic did as directed and created more efficient exits for her seed. Urethras widening, shafts fattening with muscles designed to pump, and her nipples swelling into knotted dicks, entire lakes worth of semen issued forth. One after the other, the futanari detached once they had their fill, instantly replaced by more. The endless ranks came and went, each as rotund as the last.

“Finally,” Mina gasped as the waves ceased and she caught her breath, “Is… is it over?”

“Far from it,” Uma said, her own ripe belly flattening as the rest of her grew to match Mina, then beyond. No, she wasn’t just growing, Mina thought as she looked up, higher by the second even at the other Futanari. Triggered by her gaze, they joined Uma in her growth, yet they’d already overshadowed Mina before hand. Looking down at herself as she sank to her knees in a puddle, the answer was obvious; she was shrinking.

“No, not again,” Mina trembled, picking up a congealed glob of cum many times larger than her hands. Was this all Li’s doing? Had she realised Mina’s intent and reversed it on her?

“Look up,” Edna said, grabbing her by the hair when she hesitated. No longer immobile from their bellies, the horde of Monster Futanari made from Li’s cum were stroking their cocks, each multiple feet long. Among them, Sally stood out the most, her previous abhorrent size dwarfed by the queen of erections.

“You want to make it right?” Edna whispered into her ear, “Prove it. Each of us ‘lives’ in misery. Every second Li exists she torments us. Every little pleasure she feels takes away from us. Give it back.”

Mina stammered for words. Their being Futanari at least made their intentions obvious, however fucking her alone wouldn’t satisfy them. Would it? She glanced down at herself, back to human once more, helpless in a monstrosity’s testicle. A Futa stepped forward, bringing her gaze back. Though its eyes were empty, the lust was obvious. That couldn’t be all, she thought and recognise the sneer on its lips.

The same expression most humans showed her for all her life. Rejection, hate, murderous intent… After generations of living with such treatment, Mina couldn’t say if humans would be any less bitter. Even now, as one by one they marched on her, desire was at the forefront of their faces. If what Edna said was true, they’d suffered greatly just from Li’s actions, yet they only wanted to fuck. They even hesitated, not leaping at her defenceless form.

For so many, she just resembled the people that hunted them. Mina gently pulled on Edna’s fingers, coming free to plop back into the cum-soaked floor and bowed her head low, ass raised high. The advance stopped.

“I’m sorry,” Mina said, looking through her lashes at them, “Li was coming after me and you just got caught in the crossfire. I don’t know what you’ve been through, or if I can save you from it, but I won’t let her do it again.” She raised her head and stuck out her chest, still prodigious for a human, “Help me do that.”

“You mean it?” Uma asked, murmurs echoing the same.

Mina hatay escort gulped and moved onto her back. She spread her legs, ropes of her juices connecting them, and revealed her sopping cunt to them all. No cock or balls masked it. Everyone in front of her could see just how drenched the folds were, a constant stream leaking out. Her body had reverted, though her snatch hadn’t fully, retaining its plumper state. Her admirers just stared. Their cocks throbbed as she squeezed her thighs closed, a lurid squelch coming from them as her mons were crushed.

“I mean it.”

Soon as the final word left her lips, someone was upon her. Hands grabbed at her hair, pulling her face up and against a heavy prick. The head split into two points at its tip, which plugged her nostrils, before the Futa reared back and aimed for her lips. Jaw straining, her tongue was pushed flat against the cum-cock, which curved down her throat. Streams of leftover semen poured from her violated nostrils.

Mina held her breath. The stench had faded to the back of her mind when confronted, but having the gunk shoved up her nose filled her with dread, like one breath and the reek would never leave her. But she was human now.

The Futa slammed against her face, balls flying into her throat. Each thrust made them swell, soon crashing into Mina’s chest with a wet slap and knocking out what little air she conserved. Bubbles of cum issued from her nose and lips, but she refused to inhale. The pace jumped higher, as did the force behind it, pushing Mina to lean on her hands.

“Just one won’t do,” Edna said, coming behind her, slimy cock supporting her back, while taking Mina’s hands and forcing two more pricks into them, “Stroke.”

Mina did as ordered. The added exertion burned in her lungs, more so as others joined in, crowding her face with their cocks of various shapes and sizes. Balls larger than melons rested between legs, encroaching on her. The Futa using her mouth had already exceeded them all, her scrotum resting on Mina’s thighs and pressing into her belly. A grunt brought the sack up and away, before it flew back into her.

Finally, she took a breath. Throat airtight around a cock penetrating all the way to her stomach, nose still oozing semen, and even her ears clogged with the stuff, she snorted the sour air. With it, the flavour sliding across her tongue registered and a shudder ran through her. Not from revulsion or lust, but a mixture of the two.

While not the intoxicating sexiness of someone like Edna or Sally, it wasn’t putrid like Li had smelled. Oddly, the mix complimented each part, augmenting them both in the proper ways. No matter how fantastical a Futa’s musk, none had been strong as Li’s, yet now it was. Like a gale bellowing through an unprepared town, it decimated walls and usurped all else. Mina’s eyes rolled as her pussy convulsed and squirted.

It was just as she’d feared, if not worse. One whiff and her mind was stolen, infatuated by the musk comparable to a thousand sweaty cocks caked in semen and pussy juice. Was it because they used her cum to grow? Mina had no answer as she snorted more jizz, clearing her nostrils only for a pair of cocks to push against them.

She might not get away unscathed, she thought and came again.

“I’m cumming!” The Futa in her throat announced, their cock doing so in its own way by swelling further. They pulled back several inches, tip still lodged in Mina’s belly, and let her see the bulb growing at their base. It wasn’t a knot, she quickly realised as the weight on her legs dissipated. The lump pushed against her lips and forced them wider, before straining her tender oesophagus. Every inch it travelled was on display as it bulged through her chest.

Another lined up and pushed in with a third right after just as the first entered her belly. It stretched around the orb, which she expected to become liquid inside her, yet it remained firm but springy, like the cocks in her hands. The orbs shoving inside her were made entirely of cum, just like the Futanari around her, comprised of an unfathomable number of sperm. In just that first deposit must have been enough seed to impregnate a whole town many times over.

Dozens more depleted the balls until they nestled back against her chin and still didn’t stop. Mina kept stroking those at her sides, their moans slowly building, others rubbing layers of cum into her skin with their cocks. Even as the testicles seemed to vanish, more balls of semen crammed down her gullet and into her heavy gut. It replaced the former scrotum, devouring more of her thighs with its rotundity.

“You better use it right,” the Futa pumping her stomach said, rousing Mina enough to notice they were no more than a sprite of their former self, clinging to her face with both arms and legs. As a final, massive deluge stretched her belly further, they were gone. Mina took her first breath of ‘fresh’ air, hunching over and gawking at herself.

Despite the immense weight inside, ısparta escort her abdomen looked no bigger than a full-term mother. Freakish bulges distorted her flesh, gradually smoothing as they dissolved in her acids. The sight was ripped away as one Futa to her side claimed her vacated mouth, shoving in and slamming her just as viscerally. It didn’t take long for her to moan out in climax, the same condensed spheres pushing in.

Mina’s hand was put to work on another as she swallowed and quivered in pleasure. This wasn’t enough, however. Even as the second poured their essence into her and was replaced, Mina’s chin caked in spit and cum, there were dozens more waiting their turn. Her former lovers realised as well.

“Time is of the essence,” Tiffany said, slithering up and grabbing Mina by the waist, turning her over, so her head was bent back, creating a straight path down her gooey throat and mashing her nose and eyes into the swelling cum barrels. A Futa slid underneath, cock nesting between her juicy ass, while another pushed her thighs open. Thicker rungs of fem-cum snapped and the fertile scent of her pussy issued forth an invitation to all.

In tandem, her cunt and ass were splayed open. Cocks explored deeper by the second until they bottomed out, hips meeting her crotch and butt respectively. Her stuffed belly shifted from the penetration, obscene bulges stretching from her groin to disappear into the sheer mass of stomach. So few Futanari had taken her ass, and even fewer had fucked all her holes, but now three separate Futanari, albeit comprised of cum, were taking her. More so, others were feeling her up.

Did Futanari have villages of their own? If they did, she hoped she’d fine one someday, if only to relive this experience. Much as she’d felt it on her journey, the warmth of being desired, of feeling someone’s body around and inside you, having so many touching her as they jerked cocks to her being violated by others gave her a strange mix of feelings. The gentle, fulfilling warmth of being wanted remained, but something sharper combined with it.

The feeling of freedom. Of letting go. Of being everything people thought she was and embracing it. Mina was a Monster, a creature of decadence and lust, those around her were too. She welcomed it, welcomed them, with open legs and holes.

“Such a fine slut…”

“Fuck, her cunt’s squeezing so tight…”

“Her ass is kind of loose, what’s she been doing…”

“Look at her belly grow!”

Not even a year ago, Mina would’ve taken offence to their comments. She’d been born a Futa raised with human sensibilities. Such a waste. Wet slaps echoed as the Futanari pounding her body sped up, their balls filling out yet only inciting more power behind each thrust.

SLAP! SLURP! SQUELCH! The same three sounds dominated all others as they were repeated, faster by the second.

Her cunt clamped around them, insides pulled out with the shaft as it reared back. With her head notched back, Mina’s throat was nothing but a sleeve for the tube shoving through, skin expanding around the orbs of cum. Arching her back, her stomach protruded further and further, swelling from the latest loads. She tried raising her pelvis, but the weight kept her flat against the Futa below.

It didn’t stop them from slamming her with greater vigour. She hadn’t seen them properly, unable to determine what species they were, yet she quickly understood as bulbs inflated to lock all their bodies together. Not a second later, those knots bloated and shrank, pushing twice as many orbs into her body. Mina gargled a moan as the spheres strained her pussy and ass respectively.

The one in her snatch pushed against her penetrated cervix. It stretched the entrance to her womb wide, expanding the tight passage which resisted as it should, before caving to the ball. Mina groaned deep as her uterus was once more filled with semen, quickly stuffed with more as her cervix caused a build up of balls, each more eager than the last to enter. Their heat poured from her uterus to join her boiling gut.

A stranger sensation was those pumping into her anus. The tighter hole clenched on the new penetrations, trying its best to remove them, but only incited stronger pulsations from the cock. One by one, they overwhelmed her muscles, shoving out and against her insides. Each arrival pushed the first deeper, travelling up toward her stomach opposite to the cock in her throat.

They soon vanished inside her with the others. Mina laid on her back, splayed out in exhaustion, her belly large enough for an adult human to curl up inside, brought about from the barrels of congealed cum. She couldn’t move from there either. Only her head worked as she swivelled it around, looking through eyes caked in gooey semen at the horde still waiting to use her. One was already on her, fucking her throat. Their cock travelled deep into her chest, pushing between her breasts, which they held together.

“Me next, me next!” Others took up the chorus, crowding her immobile frame and grabbing her hands. One took up position in her cunt, larger than the first. Their cock was covered in dense nodules, rolling across its shape and scraping along her sloppy walls. Another went behind them and took hold of Mina’s legs, bringing her feet together around their own prick. On depraved instinct, Mina started rocking her legs.

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(Introduction)

My name is Dr. Falix. All my life I have worked to combine the DNA of many plants, hoping to create a being of unbelievable capabilities, what I did not count on was the a little girl. I was away at the time and had forgotten to lock my equipment up. The girl somehow got into my lab and found the liquidised form of many plants fused into one. I’m not sure what the hell the kid was thinking, but she drank it, every last drop. I, however, didn’t find out about this until sixteen years later, when she just turned twenty one. From what I can tell without ruining the entire point of this story, is that the extra DNA had fused with the girl, but remained dormant until her twenty first birthday.

(Main Protagonist)

All my life I’ve been different. In some ways good, and others just plain weird. The good: I’ve always been the best looking, through my childhood I was always the cutest, through my teenage years I had the best skin, luxurious hair, and excellent assets, if you catch my drift. The weird: Well, when girls see a snake or anything slimy, they’re generally repulsed, I’ve always loved reptiles, lizards, and especially plants. No one else understood my tastes. When I discovered pornography I couldn’t get into the more normal side of it; gangbangs, anal, etc. Then I found hentai, more specifically tentacle hentai.

I watched more tentacle hentai then there was to offer. Eventually I turned to reading tentacle erotica, I found many sites, but the best were Literotica and the Hentai Foundry, both offered some of the craziest tentacle stories I could find. As time went on I began experimenting with sex toys, the usual dildos and butt plugs, but those were all standard size. I wanted something that matched the insane girths and lengths I’ve read about. You should have seen the face of the clerk in a local sex shop when I asked for a four inch thick dildo that was over a foot long, they didn’t but the clerk did tell me a website that offered such products.

My family’s rich, though that’s not through their hard work. It’s all inheritance from my late grandfather who was an oil tycoon, and had millions, which he left to my mum and dad. Anyway under my bed I now have a large box full of absurd dildos and butt plugs, each of which I used to great lengths. I know from human anatomy class at college that ordinarily it’d be near impossible for a human to stretch her anus or vagina four inches without risk of tearing, but I slid them in without any trouble. In fact I found the immense stretching to be nothing but pleasurable.

I’m quite happy with my life. I’ve got a few great friends, a lot of sex toys, and a hell of a lot of money. But there’s one thing that I want to be that money can’t make me; a tentacle monster, not something monstrous in appearance, but I wish that I could grow tentacles, oh and a dick (forgot to mention that I have a huge futanari fetish). These things I would give up all my sex toys for, except one: this one is fucking enormous with a whopping eight and a half inches in girth and almost two feet in length, it also had a ball sack that could be filled with whatever liquid you put in, which it would ejaculate after a set time has passed. I usually use it when I’m extremely horny and want to cum quickly.

Oh crap! I should tell you all my name, silly me, my name is Alicia Plantate Amator, strangely enough my last two names are Latin for plant lover. The real story begins just a couple nights before I turn twenty one, so enjoy… I know I do.

(Third Person)

Alicia often had wet dreams, but lately something was different. Each time she dreamt she wasn’t doing the fucking with tentacles, nor with a penis, but instead she was taken forcefully by strange plant like creatures. Don’t misunderstand, Alicia always woke cumming hard and soaking her sheets with juices, but it still creeped even her out. It also didn’t held that lately her sex drive has been in overdrive, every night she would get home from college and cum four or five times before being satisfied, though she was okay with this, what she wasn’t okay about the fact that everyone, literally everyone, was becoming sexually appealing to her. Normal people were NEVER sexually appealing to her.

The next day she was out in the forest that surrounded the back of their mansion. She hadn’t been out here since she was a little girl. Alicia couldn’t remember why she never went back out here, all she remembered was walking around enjoying the sunlight, and then finding a strange house. That’s when everything goes blank. Now she walked around taking in the sights and considering going back and getting a picnic, then she saw it, a strange house. The same strange house she remembered seeing, all those years ago. She walked up to the front door and cautiously tried to open it, surprisingly it did.

“Hello?” She called out, “Is anyone home?”

“GET OUT!” Someone yelled to her left. Turning, she saw an old man with a wooden cane.

“Um, zonguldak escort sorry for barging in, but I think I found this place when I was little, so I got curious.” The man’s expression seemed to soften a bit at that, but she also saw a look of suspicion cross over his eyes.

“When did you find this place?” He asked and motioned for her to come into the living room and take a seat.

“Um, like fifteen or sixteen years ago.” She answered, the house was remarkably clean, and well maintained, considering the outside was so decrepit.

“So it was you!” He suddenly shouted and she saw him start running at her. Thankfully he was old and slow, while she was young and fast.

She was out of the house and half a mile away from it and the creepy old man in just a minute. She stopped running when she saw her huge home. As she slowed to a walk she was amazed at the lack of fatigue she felt, since she must have ran over a a mile, in under two minutes. Alicia was athletic, but she was never the fastest, her best time being 100 metres in fifty seconds, and she just ran sixteen times that in less than three times the time. Her thoughts: Holy shit! That’s fucking awesome!

That night she didn’t have a wet dream. Instead they were dreams of being chased by that crazy old man. When she woke she was covered in sweat, her hands shook as she wiped a few stray strands of hair out of her face. This is one of the first times since puberty hit that she hadn’t had a wet dream, and this served to make her all the more worried. What did that old man mean, ‘So it was you’. She shuddered and went about straightening the sheets on her bed and organising her shower. As the hot water fell on her, she felt all her tension melt away and a very familiar warmth growing between her thighs.

Alicia let her body do all the work. Her hands began rubbing the soapy foam into her large fleshy globes, bringing the pink tips to their hard peaks, pinching the hard nubs with her thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from her body. Unexpectedly she felt the warmth between her legs blossom into a full blown fire, her wet heat was running down the insides of her legs now, and before she knew it she felt her juices squirt in a high arc from her cunt, splashing off the polished walls and onto her face. Her mouth was open in a orgasmic O, meaning that a few drops of her fluid fell into her mouth and on her tongue.

Alicia had tasted herself before and enjoyed the bittersweet tangy taste of it. This time however was different, she tasted really sweet, like syrup, but not so overpowering. Her hands shot to her crotch where she began frigging her clit and pumping three fingers in and out her soaked fuck hole.

“Why am I… mmm… so hot?” She moaned aloud to herself. Every touch was like liquid pleasure burning through her veins, and every time she stroked her g-spot a flood of her liquid arousal sprayed from the gap between her fingers.

Her fingers stroked her clit so fast that her hand was a blur. She could feel it, so swollen with her arousal, it felt over two inches long. Why is it so big? The thought crossed her mind, but disappeared just as fast. Her second orgasm washed away any and all anxiety, her entire fist slid in without her conscious thought. She somehow contorted her body to the point where she could slide her forearm in and out of her vaginal walls. It felt great, feeling every pulse of her cunt around her arm, and hitting every pleasurable area inside herself. A third orgasm was fast approaching, and she could feel that it was gonna be a big one. Just as she came once again she pulled her arm free of her clenching hole and forced her face down until her lips covered her quickly closing hole.

Just as her lips closed around her hole the first squirt came. The force of the squirt surprised her as it shot down her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but the taste brought a moan of pure pleasure. Another and another squirt filled her mouth and flowed down her oesophagus and into her stomach, quickly filling it with her own cum. After several more squirts the orgasm finally ended, and Alicia laid there girl cum dripping off her chin and mixing with the water still falling down on her. She panted and moaned in the aftermath of her multiple orgasms.

She continuously smiled throughout the day. Not because she was happy or excited, but because every movement she made, the fabric of her clothes would rub against her bare skin and send delightful jolts of electric pleasure to her groin. Throughout the day her juices were constantly dripping down her thighs, soaking her panties and forcing her to change them every hour or so. Her parents were out making preparations for her twenty first birthday, which was now one day away, so the only ones who were around to be suspicious of her behaviour was a pair of maids and the chef, all of which she was on friendly terms with. She fethiye escort asked the chef to make a picnic lunch for her and decided to have lunch outside, in the woods, though she had no intention of ever going near the house again.

Outside the sun was shining brilliantly. Alicia wore nothing but a tank top and tight jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, no bra or panties, to her they were unnecessary. She found a huge oak with a large patch of shade under it, here she laid out a blanket and began stripping. Something about masturbating while surrounded by plant life excited her, as though her blood reacted to being out here, like she felt more at home here than, well at home. She shrugged and laid down, her hands slowly began to stroke her own body, bringing her nipples to hard peaks as her arousal rose higher.

“Oh man, I should do this more often.” She moaned and slipped her hands lower to her moist heat.

Several drops of her liquid arousal fell from her hot cunt, and onto the blanket, quickly soaking through it, and into the ground. Unbeknownst to Alicia her juices merged with the tree roots beneath her, causing them to become animated and immediately develop a need for human pussy. Alicia moaned as her fingers slid over her wet pussy, her palm sliding over her throbbing clit, long and hard, begging for more attention. Her entire mind became enamoured with her sex, slipping four fingers in without a thought, using her thumb to press down on her needy nub. So enamoured was she that she couldn’t feel the roots growing from the ground and writhing beneath the blanket.

Her other hand went to her breasts, kneading the soft yet firm flesh of her 34D breasts, while pinching the bullet like nipple atop it. Her moans increased in frequency and volume, slowly turning to cries of pleasure as her orgasm shot through her entire body, supercharging it with sexual energy. The roots had gained a small amount of intelligence from the human girl’s juices, and soon found their way from under the blanket. There were at least sixteen of them, some thin, others thicker than her wrists. Four thin ones wrapped around her ankles and wrists.

Alicia stopped her masturbation. Something felt… off, she couldn’t place her finger on it, then she noticed them; the roots wrapped around her wrists. Before she had a chance to fight back they pulled with incredible strength, forcing her spread eagled. She panted in fear and also from the aftermath of her orgasm, the memory of which caused her pussy to leak another drop of its fluid. She pulled with all her strength, but the roots’ grip on her was absolute. Then she realised something and stopped fighting back.

“You’re here to fuck me, aren’t you?” She asked, her voice husky with lust. True she was being bound by these things, but this was also her fantasy come true. As if in response to her question the roots squeezed lightly.

She watched as two tentacle like roots wrapped around her naked breasts, squeezing them delightfully, while spiralling up to her nipple, where they opened at the tips to reveal little mouths with no teeth. She gasped in shock and pleasure when they latched onto her nipples and began sucking hard, the main body of them squeezing her mammaries rhythmically.

“Oh yeah.” She moaned. She could feel them all over her body now, dozens now stroking or sucking at her body with their tiny mouth. She noticed that they all secreted a type of sap that covered her body, giving it a healthy sheen. As she moaned and closed her eyes in pleasure, she felt one stroke her full ruby red lips, as though asking for permission to enter her mouth. Her arms had been released when it became apparent that she would not fight back, and she used one of her freed hands to grip the tendril, stroking it fast and forcing it into her mouth.

It tasted like nothing on this earth. It was like if you take your favourite taste and amplify it by a hundred percent, that was how good the sap tasted. The root was almost three inches thick, and forced her jaw open wide to take it, strangely though Alicia felt no discomfort from this, in fact it only served to make her hornier, and her flowing cum was testament to that fact. The roots seemed to enjoy her mouth and her hands stroking since two more began to push against the tight seal of her lips around the first root. She removed her hand from it and took both roots in each hand, jacking them happily. The ones wrapped around her breasts were joined by a third, which began pushing up between the soft perfect orbs. This is great, she thought as she licked the underside of the root in her mouth and jerked the other two.

This was the calm before the storm. Just as she was about to cum from the attention to her breasts and the taste in her mouth, a sucker mouth latched onto her clit, forcing lighting bolts of pleasure shot through her, causing her to cry out in orgasmic fury into the root. She alanya escort jerked the others faster and sucked the first one harder. Soon she felt them swell in her grip and mouth, before shooting large amounts of what must have been cum down her throat, and onto her naked body, coating her breasts in light green tinted cum. The one tit fucking her began spraying its load all over her face and neck.

She laid there, her breasts still being squeezed tightly by two of the roots. She panted from the aftermath and coughed from swallowing so much of the root’s viscous fluid. Alicia wasn’t given a chance to rest and gasped when the root on her clit sucked hard, and she felt one rubbing against her swollen labia, bringing a small flood of juices as she experienced a mini orgasm then and there.

“Please,” She pleaded weakly, “Fuck me.” The thick phallic root didn’t waste any time and penetrated her pleading pussy. It was so thick that it stretched her delightfully wide, while pushing in a full foot, before smashing into her womb’s barrier.

The root pulled out slowly. She could feel every bump of it, as it pulled out, then she nearly came as it plunged in hard and fast, once again smashing into her cervix. There was no pain, only ecstasy. She was so close to cumming again, she could feel it burning brighter within her. Then another thick root pressed against her tight rosebud, slowly entering her and filling yet another orifice, even as it clenched around it, she came harder than ever before. So hard in fact that she temporarily lost conscious. When she woke the roots were still fucking her as hard as ever, actually they fucking her even harder, with three roots in each hole, stretching her more than should ever be possible. She could feel them twisting around inside her.

Her vision came back into focus and she could see it. The roots writhing beneath her flesh, their long thick bodies bulging out of her stomach, as they fucked her hard and fast, never stopping, even as her consciousness faded once again in mind blowing pleasure as her next orgasm literally exploded within her, her juices drenching the roots and blanket. When she next awoke, the roots had thickened and were fucking her in short, but powerful strokes. They’re cumming? She thought and nearly died as another orgasm approached.

“Yes! Yes, cum in me. Fill me with your sap, fuck me ’til I burst!” She screamed and came just as the first jet filled her, forcing her already tightly packed womb to expand, making the bulges disappear as her abdomen bloated. She could feel the viscous fluid filling and expanding her intestines as well. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

Five minutes later the flow of cum subsided. Alicia should have been terrified of her heavily bloated stomach, filled to bursting with the strange cum.

“What’s the time?” She asked aloud, moaning as the roots left her extremely stretched orifices. A root lifted itself to her face, wearing her watch.

“The fuck?” She gasped and threw the thought aside, with all that’s happened today this was pretty minor. She looked at the watch and saw that it was half past four in the afternoon, she had left at quarter to one, she’d been here for almost four hours.

“Sorry babes, I’ve gotta go.” The roots seemed to be saddened by this, “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll come back soon.” She told them and kissed a thick one, smearing the sap all over her lips.

She put her clothes back on and began to make her way back. Just as the mansion came into view she remembered that she was covered in the dried cum of the roots, and she had no idea how to explain it away without sounding crazy. She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a thick root standing (sort of) before her.

“Did you follow me?” She asked, it’s response was to nod, “Why?” She saw a drop of clear fluid drip from its tip. She knew its intentions immediately and stripped once again, giving the root full access to her body, covered in dried green tinted cum. Immediately the root began spraying a cool fluid all over her, rinsing the seed from her body and giving her skin a healthy glow. Once it was over she was clean of cum and looked better than ever before, though that seemed impossible all things considered.

“Thank you.” She said and gave it a pat like one does for a pet.

Back in the mansion she watched TV, read books or magazines, and did anything to keep her mind off the roots.

“Are you okay, Miss Alicia?” Asked one of the maids. She was young, only twenty two, and short, standing at a mere five foot four. She had perfectly shaped C cup breasts, a slim waist, long shapely legs, and a nice face, with long black hair and full lips that would look so good around a nice thick cock. Alicia banished the thoughts from her mind and answered,

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Is everything set for tomorrow?”

“Of course. Your twenty first will be something to remember, although…” She said and looked concerned.

“Is something wrong?” Alicia asked concerned.

“it’s just that your father probably won’t be able to make it due to work issues, and the chef needs to go and visit his sick child, so you’ll have to put up with us.”

“You say this like it’s a bad thing. This way we can have more fun, and not have to worry about the guys being rude.”

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In the Sovereignty of Holvsren, young priestesses had the luxury of choice. The aspiring acolyte could become a Guide, who would lead the masses away from dark paths, or a Chieftainess, who would organize the clergy. Occasionally, an ambitious young woman could become a High Priestess, whereupon she would join the council that ruled the nation.

But Sachi, a learner two years in training, had her sights set squarely on the Order of Peace. Partially, this was because she liked to work with her subjects directly, as a sister to the masses, not as some distant goddess figure. But she had other reasons. The Order of Peace did not require a vow of chastity, and Sachi took full advantage of that.

Now she stepped lightly through the alleyway behind the Martial Hall, where the entire city’s garrison of soldiers trained and slept. These soldiers were often male street rats made good or respectable young men who did not want to marry. In this time of peace, their only job was to stand guard over the nation and its ancient borders.

Sachi had been through the city’s seediest alleys. She had seen boys of the night try to woo with their well-practiced lies, opening their shirts just enough to show skin, flicking their painted hair, smiling their fake smiles and blinking their glittering eyes. Sachi had even patronized a few of them. But now she had a more ambitious plan; she wanted a soldier for her bed. If he would come willingly, that was well and good, but if he didn’t, she would not back down. She would leverage her power over him, carry him home and make him her whore.

In a lot behind the soldiers’ barracks, Sachi carefully stacked crates against the wall, then climbed them until they brought her eyes level with an open window. Peering through it, she saw the soldiers’ locker room.

An argument was brewing. A thick-set, shirtless man yelled at a thin young blond boy who just barely had his boxer shorts on. Another man with long brown hair snuck up behind the big brute, mischief written across his grinning face. As soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the waistband of the giant’s pants, yanked them down, then turned and sprinted off.

“Hey!” yelled the big man. He turned, extended his mighty arm and seized the trickster by his shirt collar, bringing him down with a single pull. Pulling his pants back up, he knelt over the trickster, shaking him violently.

“Enough!” said a new voice, with the tone of a sergeant.

The trickster and the giant stood up while the blond boy melted away from view. The sergeant spoke roughly to the two fighters, and when he finished, they saluted. But as soon as the sergeant turned away, the trickster took up a thin, wet towel, braided it and snapped it at the bare back of the giant.

The giant did not take it well. He turned, roaring, only to stop with another bark from the sergeant. Sullenly, he turned away again as the trickster blew him a mocking kiss.

Sachi gave a murmur of interest. This trickster was rebellious and full of spirit. It would be a great pleasure to tame him in bed. Most of her friends would have preferred the sergeant, but unlike them, Sachi had no interest in men of rank. She liked courageous men, and that trickster had courage to spare.

She stepped back. It would be him. She would find that trickster on the street and have him. To do that, she needed his name and his patrol schedule.

She sauntered down to the House of Records. In the cobblestone street, she passed businesswomen adjusting their spectacles, couriers spurring on their horses, and even a few men of the upper class out for leisurely walks- accompanied, of course, by their wives.

Past the marble-columned entrance of the House of Records, Sachi asked to see the files of all locally serving soldiers. The clerk gave her a knowing smile, then showed her to a set of metal drawers that held stacks upon stacks of single-page files, each one showing a soldier’s name, age, weight and more. The boys were categorized by age, then further by height.

Sachi thought back to the trickster boy she wanted. She remembered a smooth shaven face and long, free hair. That hair was colored a rich chocolate brown, although that did not help her search; the soldiers’ photos were all black and white.

She also remembered that the soldier was short for a man, being only about her own height. Taking her best guess to his age, she started at the bottom few drawers and paged through the files, instantly thumbing past any boy who was too broad or too skinny to be the trickster.

She reached the end of the age group without fining the man she wanted. Two years ago, she would have stopped there, thrown up her hands and picked a random boy, or even given up and stormed back to her dorm. But recently, the guidance of the priestesses had taught her patience. She found the next age group and browsed through it.

At last, she found him: Jerafax ‘Jerry’ Halvsdotter. Besides the mandatory basics of domestic duties and martial giresun escort etiquette, he had taken classes in mechanics, arts and meteorology, and done well at them all. That was good. Smart men were challenging to seduce, and Sachi was in the mood for a challenge.

And now she had his serial number. In a different room, she looked it up on the schedule sheet and found his patrol times. Apparently, it was Jerry’s job to guard the Statue of the Sacred Daughter Rising, and he did so between four and ten P.M. every day. Jerry must have been new to the army, because his schedule was written by a typewriter, not by hand.

Sachi smiled. She did not have enough time to see Jerry today, and she needed to attend Contemplation tomorrow evening, but on the day after that, her schedule was free, and Jerry would be hers.

She strutted back home, full of anticipation. She conjured up Jerry in her mind, imagining him wearing a fancy, heavy ballroom suit, then stripping it off, one little garment at a time. She imagined him kneeling in front of her and saying, “Yes, mistress.” She imagined his expert tongue as he-

Sachi dodged out of the way as an automobile clattered by in front of her. The driver honked her displeasure as the black machine faded into the night. Sachi frowned after it. Horse carriages were pain enough, but the new motorized ones were nothing less than a menace.

At the Clergy’s Building of Residence, clergywomen from the youngest of acolytes to the greatest High Priestess lived as neighbors. At Sachi’s dorm, her three fellow learners looked up from their books, saw her smile and registered different degrees of surprise.

“Sachi?” said her friend Nika, at last. “What’s happened?”

Sachi stood in the middle of the room, waiting until she had everyone’s eyes. “I’m bringing a boy home,” she said at last. “And not just some street whore. He’s a soldier.”

Eyes went wide all over the room. Jenni, who had taken a vow of chastity early to show her commitment, looked down with disappointment.

“That’s right,” said Sachi, “the day after tomorrow, I’m bringing him in here, and I’m not letting him out until everyone’s had their fun. Be ready for him at 5 O’clock.”

Still wearing her grin, she turned and marched off to the showers to prepare herself for bed.

* * *

Jerry sat around a table, watching his friends play cards as he waited for his shift to start. He checked the clock on the wall, but it was still too early to leave.

“You hear about Colonel Bremer?” asked Kyle, who was always ready for small talk.

Private Gorse slammed his fist on the table. “The nerve!” he growled, “Giving up his post to be a harem man? What a sellout!”

“I just feel sorry for his men,” said Kyle. “He left them to a female officer. A man knows what’s a real fight and what’s just a common scuffle. A man can take a joke. But a woman?” He shook his head. “Those boys’ asses will be smacked raw in a fortnight.”

Unlike the officers’ lounge, the privates’ barracks were a male environment, where soldiers could say such things free of feminine judgment.

Gorse drew a card and frowned. “What do you think, Jerry?” he asked, trying to distract from his losing game.

Jerry shrugged, maintaining his easygoing smile. “I’m not upset, really. He abandoned his duty as a soldier, yes, but the princess had his name on her harem request, third from the top. He had a duty to his men, but also to his queen and her daughters.” He grinned. “Besides, he may be getting screwed on a regular basis, but is that so different from what Kyle’s doing to you?”

Gorse rolled his eyes. He flicked a card onto the table, saying, “Watch your mouth, or that’s what I’ll do to you in the shower room tonight.”

Jerry took the comeback with good humor. With one more look at the clock, he decided that it was time to leave. Excusing himself, he stood up and marched out to the lockers.

Five minutes later, he stepped out of the barracks, fully geared up, and began the walk to the Statue of the Sacred Daughter Rising.

On the way, he saw a boy kneeling in an alley. His hair dye marked him as a whore, but he was clearly taking no business. He clutched his stomach and grimaced with pain.

Jerry knelt next to the poor boy and offered a palm full of coins.

The boy pushed his hand away. “I don’t do men,” he said, in a strained voice.

“I don’t want your business,” said Jerry. “This is a charity. You’re ill, aren’t you? And you have no one else to help you?”

He nodded.

Even in the shady alleys, this was a rare thing; he must have gone terribly astray for the Compassion Sisters not to have helped him. But Jerry offered his hand anyway, saying, “Take this and get yourself a physician. A good one.”

The boy looked disbelieving, then reached out a fragile hand and accepted the coins. “Thank you,” he said softly. “What’s your name? I owe you now.”

Jerry smiled waved yalova escort this politely aside. “You don’t owe me anything. We’re all sisters and brothers in this world.” With that, he stood up and went on.

When he arrived, he found his friend Buck at the base of the statue, standing up straight like a good soldier but clearly ready for his rest.

“Jerry!” said Buck, showing his pocket watch. “You’re a minute and a half early!” He stepped up to Jerry and slapped his back, a little too hard. “Putting in overtime, are you? There’s a good man.” With that bit of fun, Buck waddled off for the barracks, leaving Jerry to begin his shift.

Jerry set his feet in place, squared his posture and settled it for the six-hour wait. Time rolled by. His eyes glazed over. His knees stayed stiff as his mind swirled with random thoughts.

“Hello, Private,” said a woman’s voice.

Jerry snapped to alertness and was shocked to see a priestess walking toward him. Judging by her age, she was probably still an acolyte, with unblemished skin, only medium-length brown hair and arrogant confidence in her dark brown eyes. Most strangely by far, she was looking at him. Guards were never supposed to attract attention; no one, male or female, ever looked at him while he was on duty.

“Yes, ma’am?” said Jerry, checking that he was standing up straight.

“Private Jerafax Halvsdotter,” she said, stepping up so close that she nearly trod on his toes. “I know a great many things about you.” She started circling him. He could feel her fingers playing with his hair, caressing his neck and even tugging at his collar. “Here’s one thing any woman can tell. You’re beautiful.” She stopped in front of him and faced him with intense purpose. “You’re too beautiful to stand here all night. You’re coming home with me.”

Jerry took a moment to gather himself. In all his four months at this post, nothing like this had ever happened. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, ma’am,” he said gently. “If only beauty could counteract orders, I’d be all yours.”

“Oh, would you?” She leaned into him, fingers picking at his armored chest. “I’m a priestess, you know. You realize what I could do to you?”

At her touch, Jerry could feel his poise eroding. He quoted his training manual, “As long as I follow my orders, no priestess can legally discipline me.”

“Oh, I can do more than legal discipline,” she purred. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her explanation: a diamond-shaped green pendant that hung from a shiny chain, inscribed with some clerical rune that Jerry did not recognize. “With this,” she whispered into his ear, “I can make you impotent.”

“What?” Jerry swallowed. “For how long?”

The priestess grinned. “Once I’ve taken your manhood, no one can give it back.”

“You’re bluffing!”

The priestess pulled back just far enough for Jerry to see her sharp smile. With one hand, the priestess undid the top three straps of his armor, opening his chest to the cold air. As she fondled his smooth-shaven skin, her other hand dipped into her pocket and pulled out a thick iron ring that hung from a midnight-black string. She touched it to the green pendant, then held it up to his face, swinging it gently back and forth until he followed it with his eyes.

“I am going to put this over your cock,” she said, relishing every word, “and tie it with a special knot. And when I finish the enchantment, I’m going to take it off, and this…” She rubbed the hard mound on his crotch. “…will never be hard again. Unless, of course, you do what I say.”

Jerry tried to put together a suave comeback, and nothing came to him. His sense of duty screamed at him to keep to his post and let this woman do whatever she thought she was going to do. But as a man, he also had a duty to obey women. Besides, if she did not get what she wanted from him, she would only find some other soldier to prey on.

“I’ll do it,” he said, not believing his own words.

The priestess unhooked one of his belts and looped it around his neck. “You’re mine,” she hissed through grinning teeth. Tying it around his neck as a leash, she yanked the belt, pulling him down the road after her, forcing him to stumble in her tracks. He tripped and caught himself on his hands, and the priestess finally stopped, giving him just enough time to stand before she kept going.

“Keep up, boy,” she smarmed. “You’ve got a big night ahead of you.”

* * *

Sachi marched back through the halls of her home, full of victory. She had done her research and gone through her act perfectly, and to show for it, she had the cutest boy in the city guard following her on a leash. She threw open her apartment door and marched in like a queen, watching as her roommates sat up and gaped. Jenni stood up, looking flustered, and padded out the door, muttering a prayer to the goddess of willpower.

“We’re here, Jerry,” Sachi sang. “Home, sweet home.” She reeled him yozgat escort in by his leash, watching his pretty eyes go wide as he stumbled toward her. Pulling him close, she whispered in his ear, “I hope you’re ready, boy. We’re going to do all sorts of crazy things to you.”

She could feel him start to sweat. With a cackle, she pushed him back against a wall, pinning him with both her hands on his solid chest, and forced a kiss on him.

“Sachi?” said her friend Nika, walking up to her. “Is this him?”

“He’s the one,” said Sachi. “You can have him when I’m done.”

“Why are you doing this?” moaned Jerry. “There are plenty of boys on the street you can buy. I had to come off duty to be here.”

“You just answered your own question,” said Sachi. “Anyone can pay for a worn-out cock from the gutter. But you’re supposed to be above that. I shouldn’t be able just to haul you off and ride you whenever I want. That just makes it more fun when I do anyway.”

“But that’s so… that’s so…”

She put a finger over his mouth, and he instinctively clammed up. “Shh…” she whispered. “You know what, boy?” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the iron ring she had showed him earlier. “You aren’t allowed to talk anymore. Open wide.”

Jerry seemed to know when he was beaten. Obediently, he opened his mouth and allowed her to fit the ring into him, tying it securely behind his head.

Next, those clothes needed to come off. She attacked his top strap, peeling it away, then the second one around his midsection and the third around his stomach, adding it to the pile at his feet. Jerry watched, helpless, as she pulled open his jacket, slid it off his body, then finally grabbed his undershirt.

She paused, savoring the moment. She could feel his skin underneath, hot and slick with sweat, his muscles resisting her touch. She peeled up the shirt, revealing his lean, toned body one inch at a time. When she got to his nipples, she saw them both poking out invitingly.

Once his chest was bare, she pulled him away from the wall and pressed him onto her bed. Sachi had no patience left for foreplay; she controlled herself barely long enough to double-check the contraceptive charm she had strapped to her thigh, then attacked the man’s pants, clawing open his button. Underneath, she found the hot, musky rod of flesh she had been looking for, pointing straight up for her. She forced herself down onto it. His body responded instantly, and he bucked, pushing himself up into her, almost too far.

She readjusted her grip, shifting her weight onto her hands and setting up her knees to push, she forced herself up and down, each strain of her muscles bringing more pleasure washing into her. Deep, male moans issued from Jerry’s throat as he struggled to hold up beneath her.

Sachi slowed her pace and pushed harder, feeling a dangerous little peak of pleasure as she took the last inch, his tip pushing farther into her than she had ever taken a man before.

She felt a twitch travel down the bottom of his cock, and she knew what was coming. He stayed hard for a few more seconds as he sent a viscous pulse rushing into her, then a second, then a third.

She lifted away, still taut and trembling, as his cock shrank away from her, spent. When her knees lapsed, she fell over him, draped onto his hot, vivacious male flesh. She could have slept there.

* * *

Jerry’s head was full of cotton. The priestess had wrecked him, not just with her speed, but with her force. His own body had gone along with her, pushing his sperm out into her with a force that rattled him.

Now she draped over him, greedy fingers clamped around his bare arms, head tucked against his neck. He wanted to get her off, but he couldn’t well ask her to move, and there was certainly no forcing her. So he stayed beneath her, feeling her heart slow down.

Finally, another woman, this one with thin red hair tied back in a bun, stood beside them and tapped the priestess’ shoulder. “My turn,” she said hungrily.

The priestess on top of Jerry held up a hand. “In a minute, Nika,” she said.

Nika drew out a pocket watch. “I’ll hold you to that.”

With a little grunt, the first priestess gathered her hands under her and pushed herself up, balancing her weight on Jerry’s chest. She straddled him, gave him a longing stare, then leaned down for a brief, wet kiss on the lips before dismounting him and stepping back.

As soon as she did, Nika’s businesslike expression lightened, and she crawled onto the bed next to Jerry. He found the strength to sit up, only for her to grab his chin and turn him to face her. A sleight of hand undid his gag, freeing his mouth.

“You’re a good catch, that’s for sure,” she said. “Come with me.”

She stood up, and Jerry tensed, fearing that he was about to paraded in public. Then Nika patted a chair on the opposite side of the room, and Jerry’s fears cooled.

“Come on,” she said. “Sit here.”

Jerry stood up quickly, biting back an excuse, and sat prettily on her seat, his legs clasped together. He expected her to separate them, but instead, she settled onto his lap. Her narrow back rested smoothly on his chest.

“That’s good,” she said, settling in. “Yes, this excellent.” She drew out the first syllable of ‘excellent’ for a whole second.

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Epilogue: Freke and Geri, the Soulbounds’ Primal Selves

It was a lazy day in the cabin. Snow covered the land outside and a warm fire was in the hearth. Peridur was full of a restless energy as he lay at one end of the couch, opposite Eleanor. They had not bothered to dress that day, but lay naked under a covering of soft curly sheep’s skin.

He looked across at his soul mate, who was deeply engrossed in her book. She had been that way for a couple of hours now. A look of mischief crossed his face leaving a grin and twinkle in his eye.

Turning, he dove under the covering and started to work himself up Eleanor’s body, being sure to maximise contact between his muscular features and her ample curves. His face emerged next to hers, which was still engrossed in her book. He would have to escalate.

He started with a tickle. She frowned into her book. He tickled more insistently. “What are you doing? I’m reading,” she said, clearly exasperated by his attention.

“Play with me,” Peridur smiled at her.

She tried to throw him off her with a vigorous wiggle, but the contact between their bodies only served to encourage Peridur further. Dropping the book, Eleanor began to push at him with arms and then legs. Peridur dropped the tickling to maintain his position atop her, but with little success.

With a thud they fell to the floor in a tangle, Eleanor on top. It had become a full fledged wrestling match, Eleanor using her superior position to pin Peridur while he used his strength to try and escape. Amongst her stern looks Peridur glimpsed from time to time a sly smile on her face. Their bodies made contact in many delicious ways, her breasts bouncing against his chest, and Peridur was starting to respond to her sitting over his growing cock.

Making a strong push, Peridur finally escaped her hold. They were both down on all 4’s on the erzurum escort sheep skins, staring at each other. Peridur began to circle Eleanor slowly.

Eleanor had really been enjoying her book when Peridur made his advance, but the feel of his body on hers stirred something. Still, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him and loved a good wrestling match, which only served to vent her frustration while increasing her arousal. Feeling his hardness between her legs, and her nipples dragging against his chest, her sex responded in kind with her own moisture.

As he circled her, she felt a proper heat in her loins and an aching emptiness that was becoming more urgent as she watched him. There was something distinctly animal in his look now, and the ferralness in his eyes was answered in her own. All thoughts of her book were forgotten as she began to circle him as well, noticing the cock dangling from his belly and the balls hanging behind his legs.

Peridur made a move to mount her, but she wasn’t having it and he toppled off. She gave a small growl at him and stayed on the rug, circling.

Peridur rolled over and regained his feet, of which he now had four. He bared his fangs at her and returned the growl. His cock had become a shining red stub poking from his belly. Grey fur grew over this body as she watched.

A heat rose in Geri as she raised her snout to smell her own pungent sex and her mate’s muskiness with an acutity she never possessed as an elf. “So this is what being an animal in heat feels like,” some part of her brain thought, before it was roughly suppressed. Her genitals were on fire and leaking slightly.

Peridur made another move to mount her but again she blocked his advance by facing off against him. They began to bite at each other, never connecting, but raising eskişehir escort onto their hind legs as they pushed chest to chest one against the other. Geri fully matched Freke in size and neither made progress. Breaking away, they glared at each other and again began circling.

The heat in Geri had become unbearable and her whole being was concentrated in her vagina. Her movements slowed as she could think of nothing else. She lost track of Freke, but then she noticed his paws working up her body. As he moved up her spine, his snout came level with hers. She could see one of his golden eyes on her and feel the full weight of him on her back as his front paws pulled back on her hips.

Her tail moved to one side as he pulled and a hard red nub found contact with her engorged vagina. It was like an electric shot straight to the brain, paralysing her and ending all resistance. The nub grew out from his body and entered into hers as she stood perfectly still. Inch by inch he grew into her, longer than she thought possible and hotter and stiffer than any elven cock.

Freke gave a deep, chesty growl when he was fully embedded in her. His groin began a rapid tattoo against her hips.

Each thrust sent pleasure rippling up Geri’s body. With time, she noticed his cock was still growing, this time at the base. Freke struggled a little to get the knot that was forming at the base of his cock into her, just as her vagina was struggling to accept it, but the pushing against her lips was delicious.

Suddenly, Freke pushed the knot into her and grew still as it ballooned one last time. She felt it grow until it locked into place, and pressed up against the most sensitive nerves in her sex.

Freke gave a primal howl in her ear and a long shot of hot semen entered her, triggering a convulsive climax gaziantep escort and clutching of her sex. Each time she pressed on the ball which stuffed her, another warm shot of liquid heat entered her from the tip of his cock. Soon it broke loose around the seal of her sex and began to pool on the rug. Her vagina continued to milk at him.

The twitching of her sex and his slowed, but did not cease. His cum continued to dribble into her as they hung suspended in time in place, enjoying the heights of physical ecstasy and thinking of nothing but how they were joined.

After a few minutes of this, Freke began to move sideways off of Geri. However, his cock was still locked inside her. Continuing to turn, his cock rotated inside Geri creating a delectable feeling. Bringing his forepaws around, Freke faced away from Geri with his cock bent back into her and their genitals still locked together. He never stopped coming though now it was less frequent.

Geri and Freke panted heavily. Geri felt her consciousness returning as the heat in her was quenched by the semen her mate spewed forth. She began to walk away from him, at first dragging him by his cock with her. Finally, with a tug, he came free of her sex. A large splash of his sperm gushed from her.

She stood still then, adjusting to the emptiness. As she did, Freke circled around and started to lick at her sex. It felt wonderfully calming to Geri as she raised her tail higher for him. It was a new and pleasant pleasure, less insistent than their coupling.

Freke might have continued his licking indefinitely but a strong weariness was coming over Geri. She moved away from him and found a soft spot on the rug. Laying down, she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep, but not before she felt her mate curl up next to her.

They dreamed together, remembering their adventures and the gifts they were given, but also they dreamed of adventures yet to come.

When they awoke hours later, spooned up against each other in elven form again, Eleanor turned until she could look her lover in the face. They smiled at each other, knowing their spirit bond had become even deeper. Peridur bent down to give Eleanor a long and gentle kiss.

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She had run the length of the beach up and back five times with Milton following closely at her bare heels when she finally broke focus and noticed the jeep parked at the gate. She saw him sitting in the driver’s seat, watching her, giving a little wave, and she stopped running.

“How long have you been sitting there?” she shouted, working to catch her breath.

“I just got here,” the man in the jeep called back to her. He slid out of the seat and walked toward her. “Somehow, I knew I’d find you here. Hello, Milton.”

The golden retriever wagged its tail laconically and approached the stout, bearded fellow for a head-rub. The woman wiped the sweat from her brow and smiled. “They haven’t thrown me out yet.”

“Yet.”

The man carried a large, bulky brown grocery bag and a large, bulky brown envelope, which he held up for her to see.

“I brought you a present.”

“Jesus,” she said. “My entire career in the space program, and it all fits in one envelope. Did you watch it?”

The man shook his head.

“Sure you didn’t.” She looked down at a beer bottle cap in the sand, caught it between her toes, flicked it up and deftly kicked it at him. “What do you think?”

“I thought you looked great,” he said. “You just make a lot of goofy noises when you’re screwing.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad. You realize that everyone has seen it.”

She nodded. “Everyone has seen it, and I’m fucked.”

“You’re not fucked.”

“Matthew, I am so absolutely fucked. I’ve been approached by every tabloid TV show on the planet, and by every shit-rag gossip magazine ever printed.”

“Are they offering money?”

She thought it was the funniest thing in the world. They had planned the flight to ensure that she would not be on her period. Millions and millions of dollars spent on this project, and it could all fall apart if they didn’t time her cycle correctly. Jesus.

They had each been given little foil packages of tablets to take, one each shortly before each of the times they would have sex together. Little blue pills of sildenafil citrate, just to be sure that he would get hard and that she’d be charged up and ready to go. Incredible stuff, she thought, but no need. They had made love in her apartment, in her bed, and no artificial stimulants had been necessary.

She discovered that he loved oral sex, giving it and getting it, and she found that they could lay in bed for hours, slowly pleasuring one another, their bodies next to each other, or her small, strong body on his, or his carefully poised above hers. His tongue was a gift from God. He knew all of her soft spots. He knew when to go like hell and when to just work around the edges. She also knew the exact moment when she had gone just far enough with the gentle licking and biting and sucking, and it was time to lay back, legs apart, inviting him on top of her; or when she would hold him down and grab his cock, diving down onto it with her pussy and fucking him like crazy; or those times when she knew it was the exact moment, and just one more gentle motion pushed him over the edge, and he would come in her mouth as she rubbed her pussy against his hard-working tongue.

She looked daggers through him.

“Matthew, money doesn’t buy dignity.”

“Screw dignity, Kick. You can fight it and bitch about all you want, but you’re famous.”

The woman clenched her jaw, then relaxed and shook her head.

“I don’t want to be famous. I don’t want to be the answer to a trivia question twenty years from now.”

“You already were.”

“No,” she said. “Nobody remembers astronauts these days. It’s not a big deal any more.”

“Only if you do what you did,” the man said. “Or if your rocket blows up.”

“That is so unfunny.”

“But so true.” He tossed her the envelope, then dug into the grocery bag. “And that isn’t the present I brought you.” He pulled a slim brown bottle from the bag and handed it toward her. “Have a beer. I had a buddy of mine drag a sixer up from Key West especially for you.”

She took the frosty bottle of Sunset Ale from him, then waited as he fished his keys from his pocket.

“Hang on. I’ve got an opener in here somewhere.”

“You can get this in Orlando now,” she said.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Katherine Mary,” he bellowed. “Quit the god-damned bitching. I try to be a god-damned friend, bring you your favorite god-damned beer, meet you all the way out here on some fucking nowhere beach, and all you do is fucking bitch! Why don’t you cut me some slack?”

When they first explained it, she thought it was a joke. Then she felt mildly indignant that they’d even ask. They offered money. They offered a drop-dead guarantee of silence. They said, “If Jeff agreed, would you?” She got up and walked out.

That night, they worked out together and went back to his place for a shower to cool off, and then they were in bed, their bodies strong and fitting well together. She had him in her mouth, turning tekirdağ escort her head slowly from side to side as she moved up and down him.

“Jesus, Kick,” he whispered. “Sweet Jesus.”

And then, as he gasped for breath, she turned him loose and moved on top of him, sweeping her warm, wet pussy down to where his solid cock stood waiting, and then feeling it hunt for the gentle opening, soft pressure, coming down on him, slowing, back up, pausing, down softly, then up, then the slow plunge until their bodies met at the point where they were fully engulfed in each other.

He rolled her over and felt her legs rise off the bed and wrap around him as he slowly stroked in and out of her delicately clutching pussy. “Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, his hands on her firm, tanned breasts. She moved in a strong rocking motion beneath him, clenching her muscles around him, then letting him go, then grabbing him again. She gasped and bit her lip and began to come, letting it go for thirty seconds, a minute, feeling it ebb through her thighs, out through her fingers and her toes. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

In a minute it came back again, the gentle waves building; this time she leaned back hard on the mattress and wrapped her arms around him tight, keeping his cock buried deep inside her as it came. He could feel her pussy flutter and quiver and he lost it in a second; she turned him loose and let him go wild on top of her, stroking hard three, four times until he plunged in and gasped and let go.

Afterwards, they sat on the living room floor, him in his shorts, her in his T-shirt, and she told him what they wanted. He laughed, embarrassed as a school boy.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said. “Do you want to do it?”

She held the beer out for him to pop off the cap.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” He shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, and then she took a sip from the bottle. “I really do appreciate this.”

“My absolute pleasure,” the stout man said, holding his bottle out for her to clink in a toast. “Here’s to you.”

“Thanks. Where’d you get the tape?”

“Hell, wherecan’t you get it? Every guy at the entire Space Center has a copy by now.”

She closed her eyes. “That’s not very reassuring.”

“Kick, I already told you: you can love it, or you can hate it, but you’re going to have to learn live with it.”

“I don’t want to deal with this.”

“You made your bed,” he said. “Now you’ve got to lie down in it.”

More clichés. She flicked her bottle toward him, splashing him with beer.

“Hey, watch it!” he cried, smiling, dancing out of the way.

“You’re not funny,” she said.

“Listen, McCormick: didn’t you think that something like this could happen? Did you really think that you’d be the first broad to get laid in outer space, and that no one would ever find out?”

She shook her head and looked at her bottle.

“Nobody paid any attention any more,” she said. “It was not a big deal. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.”

“It was for ‘science.’ “

She looked up at him.

“Yeah, it was.”

They had condoms. The government insisted on them; “Safety first,” they said. There would be sensors to attach to their bodies. The cameras would capture everything. Houston would shut off the video feed to the outside world. Two biologists, a man and a woman, would be allowed to watch the event live as it was beamed back to Earth.

The rest of the crew knew what was happening. They handled it professionally, without a single crude comment, and made sure that Jeff and Kick knew that they were treating it the same as they would any other experiment. As the time approached, Kick bathed herself and took one of the pills. Ten minutes later, they went to the small compartment where the experiment would be carried out. Jeff sealed the hatch and paused to look at her.

“The lights are kind of bright,” she said. He nodded.

“Are you ready?” He nodded again.

She took off her booties and slipped out of her jumpsuit, struggling against zero gravity. “Houston,” he said, “are you reading us?”

“We’re go,” came the reply.

He took off his booties and his jumpsuit, and they floated into the space where the cameras could see them. They were still in their underwear, still trying to get into the space comfortably, when Houston broke in.

“Go ahead, Houston.”

“Do you have your protection?” the voice came back.

Kick smiled and grabbed for her jumpsuit, peeling a Velcro pocket open to retrieve a foil-covered, NASA-issued packet containing One Each Condom, Lubricated, Spermicidal. “Safety first,” Kick smiled. Jeff couldn’t keep from smiling, too.

The red lights on the three cameras glowed. Kick slipped out of her white cotton bra, figuring that she’d leave her panties on until Jeff was ready to take them off for her. The sildenafil citrate was working fine; she felt the warmth and the wetness begin to build. The tokat escort pills were working for Jeff, too: before his shorts came off, she saw he was beginning to get hard. She floated in to touch his cock, and before she realized what she was doing, she had put her lips around it and had sucked him up and down twice before he whispered her name and she looked up at him.

She furrowed her brow. It was no big thing. They were on the mission to have sex with each other, and this was part of it. She sucked up and down slowly, wetly, five more times until his body jumped. Their bodies floated softly in the compartment as he reached for her hips and stripped away her panties. He let them float out of his hands as they skimmed past her feet, and then he moved between her legs and parted her snatch with his tongue. Kick grabbed the railing on the wall and let her hips come up in mid-air as he licked at her clit, and then he held her legs and rose up until their bodies came together.

Kick continued to hold the railing with one hand as she held the condom packet out for him to take, then wrapped her legs around his back as he tore open the packet and withdrew the oily rubber sheath. He smiled as he struggled to get it on his tall-standing prick, rolling it down, and then he was ready. Kick braced herself as he pushed in close and found the folds of her pussy, nuzzling once, finding the angle, then going in all the way inside her in a long, slow, single motion.

They balanced against each other, and then he felt her hips begin to rock. “Sweet Jesus,” he thought. They held each other and made love awkwardly, clutching for hand-holds and toe-holds against each other and the walls of the compartment. Jeff held her hips as she reached over her head to clutch the railing, letting her push and pull her pussy in a quick, sweeping glide up and down his prick. The sildenafil citrate was a dream, he thought, not with the cameras, not with everyone watching us. His cock felt painfully hard; he reached forward to rub Kick’s breasts. Her eyes were slits; she was biting her lip hard as she worked her body. It was coming, and coming fast. “God,” she moaned, “oh God,” and then it hit: first a single wave (her eyes opened), and then another and another, and then she closed her eyes and clenched her pussy and heard “Sweet Jesus” and felt Jeff’s fingers grabbing her roughly, slamming his hips forward as his bodied buckled. She tangled her ankles around his hips — he would not get free — and let it come. Shit, the sildenafil citrate was good.

Katherine Mary McCormick grew up in Mountain View, in the shadow of the blimp hangars at Moffett Field. Her father was a research chemist who tried to get his only child interested in what he did; it didn’t happen. As a child, she was taller and prettier than the other girls in her classes, and better than any of them at sports. She had a friendly personality and, even in the first grade, all the boys fell in love with her instantly.

Her parents enrolled her in pee-wee soccer just after her fifth birthday, and she excelled. By the time she had reached the under-eights, no one on the field was her equal. By her twelfth birthday, she had led her team to two statewide championships. In high school, she scored three goals in a game seven different times, and her teams won the state title three times.

In her senior year of high school, the college scouts came calling: Santa Clara, North Carolina, Stanford. She had excellent grades, a knack for biology and science, and wanted to stay close to home. She chose Stanford and a full-ride soccer scholarship.

Once in college, she realized that she’d never make a good living playing soccer, and chose to concentrate her studies on developmental biology. As part of her coursework, she spent a summer interning at the NASA Ames Research Center at Moffett, working on an experiment in cell development that would be conducted on a space shuttle mission. She was bright, vibrant, a lot of fun, and caught the eye of every man she worked with, each of whom fell in love with her instantly.

One of those who fell for her was the project leader, Ken Reilly, who mentioned her at length to his supervisors at NASA, and they liked what they heard. She was kept under careful watch for nearly two months while every aspect of her life was investigated, and then she was approached.

On the Thursday before her internship was to end, Reilly called her into a meeting in his office. She assumed that he would offer her the opportunity to stay on at Ames as a paid researcher, and was only slightly surprised when she found two other people waiting in Reilly’s office. They were introduced as members of the mission specialist recruiting team from NASA. Katherine McCormick’s eyebrows raised involuntarily.

She finished her senior year at Stanford knowing that she was being fast-tracked into the space program. She took flying lessons to get over her fear of high places, enrolled trabzon escort in post-graduate courses, played soccer on the weekends, and worked her ass off in between. By 23, she was well known at the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, the Dryden Flight Research Center at Edwards Air Force Base, and at the Johnson Space Flight Center in Houston, where she was being force-fed everything she needed to know to become a mission specialist.

While in Florida, she found she had to discourage the advances of several male members of her team, each of whom sought to gain her companionship. She didn’t want the distraction of being romantically involved with a member of her crew. Her resolve remained firm until she met Jeffrey Siebern, an Air Force fighter pilot who had been moved into the program and placed on her crew.

He was a soft-spoken but self-assured young man with deep blue eyes and a gentle smile, who had been a star high school quarterback in Texas, and then a top student at the Air Force Academy. He was destined to be an officer in the Air Force, but found that he loved the thrill of flying jets more than being a desk jockey. While at a weekend fly-in at Eglin Air Force Base in Florida, through one coincidence, and then another, he suddenly found himself a candidate for the astronaut training program, and within months had been placed on a shuttle crew.

After the mission, she was offered several jobs in the private sector, boring lab jobs, desk jobs, 9-to-5 jobs that she would have died for before joining the program. Now it would take something more. She moved in with Jeff and they began making plans. He wanted to stay in the Air Force. She thought about going back to school. They made love morning, noon and night and soon found it was all they had in common. Jeff would travel around the country, meeting young people interested in applying to the Air Force Academy. She’d spend her days driving down the coast with their dog, Milton, and laying on the beach. He’d fly back on the weekends and they’d go out for their meals and then come back to the condo to lay by the pool or climb all over each other in bed.

The sex was good, but she was growing bored with her life. Jeff was back in Texas, recruiting. She found herself flirting with a couple of college guys she met at a bar and found that the only thing stopping her was not being sure which one she would take home. She settled on the dark-haired guy because he was the most unlike Jeff. She took him back to the condo and was met at the door by Milton, who wagged his tail until he realized that the man wasn’t who he thought he was.

She offered him a drink and he asked for water. She went to the kitchen and poured him a small glass from the faucet and handed it to him. He drank it down as she stood before him, using one foot and then the other to slip off her shoes.

“Nice place,” he said. His name was Ben or Brian. She had only half-heard it over the noise of the bar. There was a room down the hall she thought he might like to see, she said, and she took the glass away from him. Milton followed them back, but she closed the door in his face. “Sorry, boy,” she said.

She kept the light on low and they watched each other undress. He had a muscular build but was smallish down below but she figured it would more than make do. She unhooked her bra and watched his face as his eyes stole a look at her breasts; she left her panties on and crawled on the bed, meeting him on her knees as he joined her. They embraced, mouths meeting, fingers searching. She touched his cock; he touched her breasts. She kissed him and pushed him on his back, bringing her mouth down to his cock.

He sat back up and reached for her hips, pulling them toward him, peeling her panties off. She smiled as he lay back down, guiding her hips over his face; she swept her pussy down to his mouth and he licked hungrily at it, smelling the sweet warmth, letting his tongue tickle through her tendril lips. She went back to work on his cock, sucking him slowly, then letting the speed and the pressure and the delirium-inducing little scrapes with her teeth and tongue make him shudder and writhe on the sheets. He held her hips tight, her pussy mashing against his lips.

He hit the spot, bang, and she stopped sucking his cock, raising her body up on her arms, fucking his tongue roughly as she closed her eyes and felt it begin to come. As the first wave struck, her body quivered and she pried herself loose, crawling off him on her hands and knees.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Come on.” He stumbled onto his knees behind her, her hips gently undulating; he held her with one hand and clutched his prick with the other as she looked back at him. “Come on,” she whispered. He teased her asshole with his throbbing cock and she said “No, no, come on.” He moved closer and blindly searched with the tip of his prick between their bodies and felt the hot, sticky wetness. There it was. She arched her hips, giving him the angle. There it was. He slipped in and began fucking her, holding her hips, looking down to see his prick gliding slowly in and out, seeing her tiny asshole; he looked up to see her glancing sideways across the room. She could see their reflection in the mirror on the dresser. She watched her body move in short, jerky thrusts as he fucked her. “Come on,” she whispered.

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Darkness gathers and innocence withers. Braya, brave barbarian of the Eastern Mountain clans, at once the destroyer of the vile Morgana and yet her savior, is possessed by the sorceress’s spirit, enslaved to her designs as much as her lusts. At her side rides Morgana’s sole surviving son, Melehan, lover of malice and murder, together they quest to claim Camelot’s greatest artifact for one final confrontation…

Braya and Melehan moved through the jungle ruins, her fur cloak doing little to keep the humid mists from drenching her enormous breasts in a sheen of moisture. Vine choked monuments, dedicated to mighty witches of the past, loomed high among the trees, yellowed to the afternoon sun.

Melehan stroked his stubbled chin, lost in contemplation. “Was it really wise decision to leave the king behind?”

“The wisest. He will hold the lands for us, and Sybilla will hold him for us.” Braya spoke with an arrogance unbecoming of her self, Morgana’s spirit and will having slowly subsumed more and more of what remained of the barbarian.

“A pile of rubble ruled by a buffoon and his new whore.” said Melehan, untroubled by the long trek and horrid heat. “I look forward to the songs they’ll make of them.”

Their approach to Amazonia was in utter silence compared to the storm and fury they brought to Avalon. All of the Black Moon hung back in Camelot, like a viper poised to strike, while the venom worked its way silently to the heart of the jungle, unmarked and unnoticed by all.

Melehan brought his sometimes horse, sometimes confidante, Carnarent, behind him. The black stallion regarded its strange surroundings with great calm, its eyes both malefic and intelligent. Ahead the brush became less dense, the ill-kept road more prominent and clean.

A great, crumbling wall spread out before the trio, its edifices sculpted in the shape of voluptuous women, of stern features and muscular bearing, more akin to Braya and her barbaric people than the refined countenances of sorcery.

Below the wall loomed a gate, so high it made its guardians seem superfluous. Melehan smiled when he beheld them. They were as shapely as their surrounding statues, but made real in the flesh. Nubile hips and ripe breasts jutted from subtly muscled figures, their tanned legs and luscious thighs glowing like gold in the sunlight.

“They’re shaped like she-Orcs… but without the absurd faces.” said Melehan, already his lusts stirring as they drew nearer to the woman warriors.

Braya continued on, never averting her gaze from the Amazon that had stared her down once they came into view. “May they die like greenskins too. Dying in my sleep would be more glorious than falling to them.” Mmmm, testy testy. Is that envy I hear? “The Amazons have no honor, sorceress. They are fickle and come by their power through magic alone…” Braya huffed, her voice quieting as they drew nearer to the guards. “They did not earn it.”

The trio stopped before the two women when one said “Halt!”

The lead Amazon stomped forward. Melehan snickered at her haughty stride but did nothing to change his gaze from her ponderous bosom, overflowing from her notched leather tunic to showcase the golden round flesh of her cleavage.

The Amazon, being at least six feet tall, looked down on Braya, her face shadowed in her helmet. “Before discussing anything, tell your man pet to lower his impertinent gaze!”

Melehan laughed and palmed the hilt of his blade. “I will not.”

The guard’s eyebrows arched, her eyes like crystalline green fires. “You are in Amazonia… you will obey the law.”

“Will I? I rather think I’m on the bridge to Amazonia.” Melehan regarded her with cruel lust, his face stretching into a grin. “And here the jungle rules…”

Braya stepped forward, forcing a smile. “Rest assured… warrior of Amazonia… he will follow all laws within the city.” The Amazon’s other companion eyed Braya’s toned and curvaceous physique with a mix of condescension and desire.

The lead Amazon snapped her head back to Braya. “And what is your business in our Paradise?”

Deceit seethed in Braya’s heart, and terror erupted when she realized Morgana spoke through her with her own voice. “To pay homage to the Lake. Its power is known from all over Camelot, from here to the Eastern Mountains!”

The sorceress’s grip over her flesh had grown even more since their trials in Avalon.

The guard narrowed her eyes and then spun around, taking up a brisk pace. “Very well. Follow me. We will handle your horse.” She looked over her shoulder at Braya, not noticing Melehan’s rapt attention on her bulbous, round ass cheeks, bouncing with each step. “You will be held accountable for your man pet. Any violation of Her Law will be cause for gelding.”

Braya glanced at Melehan.

“Understood.”

***

Braya and Melehan were lead into the city by the Amazon who had accosted them at the gate, since introduced as Captain Honora. Melehan had long ceased staring at her magnificent düzce escort buttocks, and let his eyes wander across the wonder and squalor of Amazonia.

Shattered ziggurats scraped the azure sky, wild trees burst out of toppled libraries while moss and vines strangled the yellowed stones. Cracked feminine statues possessed of hourglass physiques stood wrapped in white, orange and blue blossoms.

Amazons of unreal beauty and voluptuous form strode down every street, each adopting the haughty air of a goddess, which was only exacerbated by a parade of “hmphs!” as Melehan passed them by. Beyond their mountainous bosoms and the canyons of tender cleavage sprung from within, and past sculpted bellies and proud, swooping hips, trained a retinue behind each and every one.

Behind them scurried lesser, average women, of mortal height and beauty, always out of breath to catch up to the Amazon’s powerful strides. From behind those women trailed men in white cloaks, pallid faced and of thin limb, many carrying heaps upon heaps of scrolls.

The only ones who walked besides the Amazon’s themselves were other Amazons and hulking men with burly muscles that would put even the chiseled frames of Orcs to shame. Their faces were dull, foreheads broad and loped along the ground like apes.

Melehan snickered at the simpletons. They did nothing in return.

But others did notice.

From each crumbling roof was perched a construct of white, pearlescent armor, their plated visages and darkened brows reminded the prince of his father, The Black Knight. Not a bit of their flesh was revealed, each more bulky than even the Amazon’s prized, muscle bound man pets. Glowing eyes glowered at Melehan’s approach, their armored heads turning like a crop of hawks.

“The interior of the Palace of the Empress must never be seen by man eyes.” said Captain Honora, her harsh voice breaking Melehan out of his concentration. Before them loomed the place in question, its pillars gleamed like polished coral, the roof, composed of a crystalline pyramid, captured the sun’s brilliance but even its architectural genius was unable to withstand the ravages of time, sagging to the left of its center.

“Of course.” said Braya, turning to Melehan. “Tend to the horse and we will meet somewhere more suitable.” A dark cast came over her face for a moment, her voice shifting into a whisper. “Remember the plan, my son.”

Melehan thumbed the demon head pendant around his neck, eyed the fanged pendant that lay between Braya’s tight swells of cleavage and nodded.

Honora laughed. “No. We have Kamera, Mistress of Horses for that. Understand this, little man, there will not be a place you go unattended. We know your ways. You will never be alone.”

Melehan smiled darkly, watching as the honey blonde Kamera came sauntering out of the palace, her sizable chest swaying from side to side. “Oh this suits me just fine, captain.”

***

Kamera brought the tethered horse into the Empress’s stables, marveling at its sinuous muscles and the odd intelligence exhibited through its inscrutable eyes. She giggled as it playfully licked her neck and hands, admiring the sheer power and majesty of the animal while she ran her hand through its mane. She could have sworn she saw the beast leering into her jiggling bosom until a dark, elegant voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Truly, a work of art is he not?”

Kamera spun around, startled at the appearance of the foreigner. “Oh yes, man lord… I didn’t mean to dally with your horse-“

“Shhh… no need to explain, my girl.” Melehan walked forward from the shadows, stroking the beast on the head. “He quite likes women…” He turned his head to Kamera, his piercing gaze forcing her to look down, “As do I.” He grabbed her arm and pushed her against a stable gate, licking and kissing her neck.

The Amazon snarled, remembering herself and her proud heritage. “Mind your place, man beast!”

Melehan smiled. “I know my place well, wench… and it’s above yours.”

She struggled, groaning in his grasp as her breasts bounced and jiggled within her leather byrnie. “I’ll tear your head off!” Her enchanted Amazon strength tested his own… but only for a moment, his will to conquer greater than her will to resist.

“Such fire! May the rest of you be as passionate!” He had a vice-like grip on her as he plundered her lips, moving down her vulnerable neck before kissing the swell of her pert globes. He tore her armor away from the sides, the lower straps snapping as her generous chest spilled out, while his own armored attire unraveled off his body like black mist, revealing his engorged cock, quivering and eager to sink itself into her moist slit.

The two fell down into the hay as he slid his shaft into her trembling body. “Rejoice slut! You will be among the first of your backward kind to taste this glory…” He sighed as he felt her warm sheathe eagerly wrap around his cock, edirne escort her breath heavy as her own body betrayed her, drinking in the pleasure of her impalement.

“Let the dark claim you…” he hissed as his thrusting pace quickened, her outrage and terror giving way to forbidden pleasure, her sex moistening as desire roiled up through her core. She heard sibilant whispers at the edge of her hearing as the torch light in the stable flickered while pools of shadow built up in dark corners. She let loose a sharp moan as he buried his face into her bouncing breasts, her voice barely audible over the terrified neighing of the horses.

Melehan’s eyes flared into brilliant violet orbs while shadows coiled beneath his skin, intense arousal having revealed his true nature. Kamera looked into his lustful stare, her body caught in a tug of war of desire and panic as tears streamed from her eyes. His nerves were awash in pleasure as he channeled his inner darkness into her. Tingles rushed down her spine and her body eagerly received the magical sensations; goosebumps spread across her arms while she arched her back.

She felt snake-like tendrils of evil writhing through her veins, dancing up her thighs and caressing her belly, her mind melting underneath the dark prince’s touch. She mewed with pleasure as his defiling touch tempted her to give in and surrender everything to his order, his Black Moon. She had memories and love for her Empress, for simple pleasures back in the palace, but she climaxed violently, unable to resist the corrupting surges of euphoria.

Her pussy spasmed as her muscles grasped around his invading organ, her body eager for its own damnation. She moaned in surrender, her contracting sex gripping and releasing her violator with impassioned throbs. Melehan mashed his hands onto her swaying tits, his fingers squeezing around their softness and slammed himself as deep as possible. He growled and his manhood jetted thick ropes of dark seed into her hot depths.

Her toes curled and her fingers crunched around straw; her mouth opened in soundless ecstasy. Soft hips bucked like a whore gone berserk, ravaged by a chain of unholy orgasms while her purity was burned away before the prince’s insatiable lust. The prince mashed into her lips, sucking on her tongue as she kissed back, lost in the sensation of feeling his rhythmic pulses of corrupting seed rush and seethe into her vulnerable womb and spirit.

His evil burned through her, twisting her from the inside while her blood boiled with infernal lust, her body remolded as a servant of darkness. She pulled away from his lips as she was overcome with the tingling pleasures of her change. Skin tingled as her golden complexion faded and a pale cast took its place, her ass cheeks rounding out even more in the prince’s groping hands, filling up his palms by the second. She sighed with content and her eyes turned as black as coal before radiating with the same enchanted violet light as her master.

He kissed her still, their raging passions calmed. The two moved as long lost lovers. Kamera welcomed her new master, holding down his muscled back as she let her soft breasts squeeze and press out onto his chest. Her lewd moans grew muffled between their mouths. She writhed underneath him, her shapely belly contorting like a snake, until he pulled away. A disappointed whimper peeped from her lips.

Prince Melehan sat back, taking his cock out of her as he relaxed for a moment. He looked over his first convert. Her skin was chalk white, like a woman dipped in alabaster, her honey blonde tresses had turned midnight black, and if he looked closely, he thought he could see frothing puddles of corruption in her hair, like a broiling cauldron. All the while her sculpted, pouting breasts heaved in the dim light, ivory globes glistening with perspiration as her lavender eyes stared ahead, lips curling into a wicked smile.

“Well then… we’re off to a good start.” He spared a playful squeeze on her moist breasts before standing up, letting a dark mist settle on him as it solidified into a solid clothes. “My mistress rewards those who serve. Spread her will, her darkness and you shall have all that you desire.”

Kamera looked up at him adoringly with a grin, pleased that this strange man had shown her the truth of life. “Yesss master…” Her supple thighs were still damp from their corrupting union, but with a simple thought she was able to summon grasping, sinuous and smoky tendrils from her loins, the etheric essence of the evil that now coiled through her being. “By your will.”

***

“It is by my will and my will alone that the denizens of our great land even draw breath, much less toil and thrive.” said Empress Cella from atop her throne, its velvet cushioned back and gold gilded lion armrests overshadowed in opulence by its occupant. Cella was more dressed than her fellow Amazons, but still no less revealing.

Amber curls flowed elazığ escort down golden shoulders, framing a face for dreams. High cheekbones stood out in the wavering torchlight, a gentle chin and a refined a nose centered her visage, her heavy lidded eyes as emerald as the surrounding jungle.

Beneath a perfectly formed neck pouted two equally well formed breasts, mammoth in size, their roundness accented with a dusting of shimmering sparkles and a necklace of silver strands and diamonds smothered between her luscious globes.

Her royal sarong, blue and bright, brought out her sun gold complexion and highlighted the line and curve of her sculpted legs. Draped in pearls as white as moon and feathers as pale as bone, she was at the cross roads between noble and savage.

“Your domain is mighty, great queen.” said Braya, taking a quick sip from her wine goblet as the other Amazon royals and priestesses at the table beheld her with cold and silent glares. Don’t make me laugh, Braya. Even when my glories were still building, the lands I possessed dwarfed this little spit of jungle dirt they have the nerve to call ‘great’.

“But as for your request… nothing can be certain. There is another that requests that honor…” The Empress eyed Braya deeply, “one that is more worthy of it, in blood and deed.” She inclined her head to the right side of the gigantic table.

Over rows of buxom and resplendent warrior goddesses, sat one beauty at a dark corner, her face shadowed by a pointy hat, her heavy breasts like billowing globes, soft as satin and as dark as copper. The woman’s face split into a grin when it met Braya’s weary eyes.

Levina.

“A witch.” said Braya, her voice hollow.

The Empress smirked. “Yes, very astute. Levina came weeks ago and has helped us immeasurably. Given me divinations more clear than our own priestesses…” The Priestesses of the Goddess visibly bristled at the remark, a sea of voluptuous bodies draped in cerulean silk shivering with bitterness. “… slew the Ogres of the Green Fen. Prevented three assassination attempts from the new Black Moon warlord that rises in the east.”

I made no such order. Already the demon bitch readies her puppet.

The Empress continued, her long and bejeweled fingers glittering in the light as much as the thin sterling necklaces that plunged into her succulent valley of cleavage. “She has… given value, you see…” She flashed an adoring smile at the busty witch, who bowed in turn, before turning back to Braya, “before taking value.”

Braya stared at Levina with barely concealed hate, her broad barbarian face assuming a cold and distant cast. “The witch is generous, your majesty.” She took another sip of her wine goblet, not once taking her eyes off Levina.

Empress Cella rested her delicate chin on a lone finger. “Hmm. Are all barbarians from the east as sparing with their words, or is it just you? Because even now, I am beginning to doubt the purpose of your visit here-“

The warrior sighed loudly and then said under her breath “I can play this no longer…” Braya stood up from her seat, knocking over her goblet and rattling plates. “No, Empress of Amazons, when the mountain folk speak, it is for good reason, not idle flattery!”

Cella convulsed within her throne, her gigantic tits jiggling to her outrage. “WHAT!?”

Yes, what indeed. I knew I shouldn’t have let you have your own tongue.

“You will not have me treat with these jungle harlots as equals, sorceress…” said Braya to herself, before looking back to the Empress. All the table was in a roar, the venom held in their glances and stares unleashed in a tidal wave of insults. Still, Braya spoke over them. “I would still see your Lake, Empress!”

Anger turned to laughter. Knights in pale plate had meanwhile entered the room, swords drawn, advancing towards Braya. Empress Cella laughed deeply. “Oh the nerve of you outlanders. All of you besmirched and stricken by the spiritual excesses of men and you most of all, with your… your arrogance!”

Braya roared and drew her blade and smashed the table. “My arrogance? What of yours, Empress? I’ve seen slaves before, but never in so called paradise, never so many of my own sisters, held in shackles by their own kind-“

“LOOK!” shrieked the Empress, wagging her finger at Braya’s blade. “Look how she is overcome by man rage! Infected I say! She must be purged!”

“PURGED!” cried the Amazons in unison.

Empress Cella leaped down from her throne and marched over to the main table, her impressive height casting a long shadow over all. “And I shall kill you myself, savage bitch!”

The knights took Braya to the ground, disarming her as she grit her teeth. Beneath all their notice however, was the beginning swirls of violet light that spun in her irises.

Oh my pet… you may just get the death you crave… and I, something more…

***

Melehan slumped down into his chair with delight as Kamera bobbed on his cock. Her great, massive globes pressed around his hardness, each silken thrust punctuated with a wet slurp from her plush lips.

She was now quite unlike her sisters. Of night black hair and creamy skin, she resembled a Black Moon witch from the height of that accursed order’s power, but far more muscled and robust than they in their prime.

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My time had come, as a pixie we do not know the ways that we can reproduce. It is only a select few who learn the ways after being judged as fit from the council that are sent to the human world to undergo training. Today was my turn.

A big ceremony took place where the whole village sang and ate and got drunk on nectar, this went on all day and at the night fall I was dressed in the ceremonial robes of a shear night gown and my hair tied back tight in a pony tail to show off my pointy ears to their most. Upon asking why this attire the reply from the eldest was that was the preference of the human male I was going to. He liked ears and liked to see what he got straight away. The eldest pixie told me not to worry as she had been trained by him and he was very good but what at she wouldn’t say and she gave me a drink to sedate me.

I woke up and found myself in a huge bed with soft satin sheets covering me, dim lighting and a man stroking my ears. Instantly I sat up “where am I?????”

“It’s ok” he said “you’re safe. My name is Robert and I am here to show you how to service others, I will be kind to you but I expect you to learn well and trust me”. It was at this time I noticed that under the covers Robert was naked. I didn’t know what to do. In our community the men and women are kept separate as not many men are born to us and so they are regarded highly and rarely seen but here was a naked man beside me. Scared I didn’t know what to do or where to look, as he continued to stroke my ears I became uncomfortable and remembered that my nighty was shear and he had probably looked at me while I was sleeping. I was nervous and shy and didn’t know what to do.

“Now, now” Robert said “So tell me what you know. Did anyone tell you anything before you came here about things we are going to do?”

Things to do????? I shook my head a little keeping my eyes on my hands holding the covers to me “I’m not sure what you mean”

“Well let’s start at the beginning then, have you seen a male before?”

“No”

“Ok well then this is what a male looks like and we aren’t all that scary are we. Now Pixie I’m going to tell you what a kiss is, do you know?”

“No”

“A kiss is when your lips meet my lips. It doesn’t sound bad now does it?” his fingers were tracing my nose taking delight in its up-turn and straying across my lips lightly. “here shall we try” and at that he moved his hand lower to cup my chin and drew me closer till our lips met.

“Like that Pixie?”

A feeling in my lips spread all over, it was strange and exciting but I wasn’t sure why or what kind of exciting but it was nice so I nodded.

“Ok then Pixie girl, when people kiss they also do that more than once and open there mouths a little when we do that I will put my tongue in your mouth and I want you to touch it with your tongue.

Before I had time to answer he kissed me again, very gently and over and over. The feelings this gave me were so nice and I could feel his mouth opening a little and so I did the same with mine suddenly I felt his tongue on my lips making its way in I was startled and pulled back.

“Pixie, Pixie don’t be afraid. Don’t you like kissing, tell me the truth” Robert stroke my ears lightly while asking, it was making me feel a little at ease but still…

“Yes it feels nice”

“So why did you stop”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think…. I mean I wasn’t sure”

“It’s ok” Robert said “Now we are going to start again and this time don’t pull away Pixie I can assure you that it is nice and you will like it”

His voice was firm and I felt that I had to do as he said so when he started kissing me again and parted lips I did the same. His tongue went in my mouth and I felt it on mine it was strange and nice and I couldn’t help but like it and I found myself kissing him back and a little harder. This time it was Robert that pulled back.

“Pixie likes that I think” I bursa escort realised I was nodding “Now I think you are ready for the next step” Robert pulled back the covers a little to show his chest, at the same time exposing mine.

“See now” he said while holding my shaking hand and bringing it towards him to place on him. “This is a man’s chest; see how it is different to yours, flatter.” He drew my finger towards a pale pink area “this is a nipple; you have them too, yes?” I nodded. “Ok how do you feel”

“Not sure” I spoke this was all new to me and I didn’t know what was going to happen here was a male exposing himself to me and I was sacred.

“I want to touch your nipple can I??” His hand moved over my chest and onto the mound that my nipple sat on. “This is called a breast. You are a very compact little Pixie, I’m sure that you have noticed that other pixies have bigger and smaller breasts than you but you are perfect for my hands” Yet again I nodded biting my lower lip as his hand cupped my newly named body part through my nighty and his thumb ran over the area of my nipple. A shiver moved over me this was nice I thought.

“Now I want to see your breasts I think you should pull your nighty down and show me them” hesitating I pulled the straps of it off my arms and Robert reached and pulled it down until I was exposed right down low to what he called my belly button.

“Very nice, very nice” his head moved down to my chest and he started to kiss my nipples, I couldn’t move back as I was lying on the bed, I tried to turn to the side but he held me down. He started to suck on my nipples and although the kissing was nice this was different. This was making other things happen to me else where.

Suddenly he stopped. “I’m sorry pixie, but they just looked so good I had to taste them. Did it feel good?” I nodded. “Would you like to make me feel good like that Pixie?” before I had a chance to answer my head was being pulled towards his smooth chest and my mouth positioned above his nipple. Lowered my mouth was on his nipple and I felt a hand stroking my hair and ear and I kissed the little nub that stuck out. I heard a slight moan and a bit of a push up towards me. My tongue slipped out and ran over the nub. I felt more of a push up and a bit more of a moan. It sounded like he liked what I was doing the same as I liked what he had done to me. The sounds that he was making were producing more of those feeling in another area again and I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted a bit more.

Robert touched my face and gently pulled me up. “That was very good Pixie girl. Very good you are making me feel very nice, do you feel nice?”

“I do”

“Do you feel nice else where?”

“Yes”

“Where?”

“Between my legs feels nice but I’m not sure why” I replied shyly feeling myself flush a little in embarrassment.

“You have made me feel nice there too, can I look at where you feel nice” with that he pulled the cover down lower and then took my nighty off by pulling it down all the way and past my feet to free it. All the time he kept that area of him covered.

With the cover down he ran a hand over my belly area and down to between my legs I couldn’t help it but they parted a little as if to let him touch me a bit more lower and under his breath I could hear him saying “mmm my pixie girls I love how they are always bare much better” I wondered what he meant.

“I am going to touch you here. I’m going to stroke over you and when the time is right and you feel ready I’m going to do something else but I’ll wait till then to tell you”

I just nodded as while he was saying all this his finger was stroking over that area of me and I could feel it tingle, I could feel a wetness happening inside me and feeling happening. I closed my eyes and let what Robert was doing to me keep going on.

It stopped.

I çanakkale escort looked at Robert I think my eyes showed the question of why?

“Do you want more?”

“Yes” slipped from my lips

“Ok this will feel a bit different, but first I want you to tell me that you like it when I play with your cunt”

“Is that what it’s called …? A cunt” I whispered

“Yes now say it”

Robert’s fingers slid over me as I spoke “I like it when you play with my cunt”

“Again louder”

“I like it when you play with my cunt”

“More”

“I like it when….” It was at that point his fingers went inside me. I gasped loudly I had never felt that before and it felt good. He felt good and inside me and I could feel his finger wiggling about and sliding in and out.

“Does that feel nice?”

“….Yes” I managed to get out

“Tell me it feels fucking good”

“It feels fucking good”

It felt like he was pushing up more fingers inside me and I could feel my wet ‘cunt’ getting stretched as he more and more frantically plunged them in me.

“You like to be finger fucked don’t you Pixie. You love it don’t you. You love it. You’re a horny Pixie aren’t you?”

I was becoming more and more excited and a strange feeling was building up inside me and spreading all over my body and I didn’t know what ‘fucked’ meant or ‘horny’ but if this was it I liked it and the more I showed I liked it by moaning the more he spoke and the harder and faster he plunged. It felt like all his fingers were in me and suddenly I exploded.

The whole world disappeared and I felt tight and relaxed at the same time and amazing. Robert slowed down and stopped took his fingers out of me and sucked the wetness off and offered me some I shook my head but he insisted and so I tasted this liquid that came from me. It was warm and sweet. When it was all gone I looked at him a bit sheepishly and asked what he meant by words like fuck and horny.

Robert laughed a little “I’m sorry Pixie. You looked so good like you were really enjoying it. Fuck and fucking is what my fingers were doing to you when they were going in and out of you that’s what the motion was and horny is how you are feeling and how you made me feel when I was doing that to you. Did you like it Pixie???”

“Yes it was good you made me feel like I exploded inside”

“Good Pixie girl now I want you to make me feel like I have exploded”.

Robert took my hand and took it below the covers until it touched something long and hard. He wrapped my fingers around this area and pulled my hand up and down the long thing. With his other hand he pulled the covers down and revealed what it was that I was touching.

It was a long thick protrusion of flesh with a round head on the top it felt both solidly hard and soft at the same time my hand held round it moving up and down seemed to make it grow even harder. Robert had a hand on my nipple and was telling me to hold it tighter and move a bit faster as I did he moaned “ooooh that good ……more” He twisted my nipples and in response I gasped and held even tighter and speeded up my movement. “Mmmm oh fuck mmm that’s fucking good Pixie. Fucking good”.

His hand let go of my nipple and I had to hold back from asking for more but he was pushing my head down towards his area. “Pixie I want you to suck my cock, suck my cock Pixie girl like a lolly pop like you can’t get enough”

My mouth opened over his cock and I took as much as I could in until I was almost chocking sucking hard up and down I started to move my tongue over it as well. I licked and sucked and did as much as I could to the sounds of Robert telling me how good it was I followed instructions to nibble around the head and how to wank it into my mouth he asked for me to look at him while I did it. I loved the taste of that cock and how hard it felt in rize escort my mouth the wetness in me started to return again. Robert’s noises got more muffled “look at me, you look so fucking good right now” then he suddenly pulled out of my mouth.

“Pixie your good at that almost too good I don’t want to come before I get a chance to show you what else my cock can do and where it fits into.” I just looked at him. “But first I’m going to do the equivalent to you of what you did to me”. Before I could ask what that was Robert was down between my legs with his face straight in front of my cunt. He stuck his tongue out and licked me. Instantly I tightened and whimpered. His tongue felt wet and soft sliding around me. It was touching places that made me shiver and buck my hips. It probed inside as deep as it would go and out again to the places that made me jerk.

“Are you enjoying me eating your cunt Pixie?”

“Yes” I grabbed his hair and held on tight that feeling from before was building up again.

“Tell me”

“I love it when you eat my cunt; it feels so fucking good I love your tongue round me”

“Do you want to be finger fucked again Pixie girl?”

All I could get out was a low moan which got louder as his fingers slid into me and began furiously to fuck me all I could do was to grab his hair harder.

“I want to stick my cock in you Pixie. I think you’re ready”

As good as I was feeling the thought of that big cock inside me was a bit scary and I tried to back away a bit. Robert moved from between my legs until he was over me.

“I promise that you’ll like it and that I’ll be gentle, do you like being finger fucked?”

I nodded still unsure it just didn’t seem right that something as big as his cock could fit into my cunt when it felt so tight with his fingers.

“Well it’s like that but better you’ll be fine”

With that he reached down, looking I saw that he was holding his cock and was lowering until he had it so it was touching the outside of my cunt. He started to move the head of his cock all over my cunt and its opening. I could feel it sliding and it did feel good. Slowly he went to the opening and pushed a little so just to tip was nudging inside.

“Ok?”

I looked up at him biting my lip and nodded. He pushed a little further and looked at me quizzing. I still nodded.

Robert pulled out a bit and then pushed in a bit more than before. I closed my eyes and resigned to feeling it pushing in bit by bit. Feeling my cunt stretching around it the head pushed its way all in and Robert and I both felt it. At that moment I looked up to him startled and quickly in took some breath digging in my nails a little into his skin. Robert looked down at me and told me I felt fucking good.

Slowly he pushed more and more into me until there was no more to push the slowly he pulled almost all the way out and then in again over and over.

He leaned down and kissed me hard his tongue forcing into my mouth but I couldn’t help it I wanted to kiss him back so much and the feelings from his cock inside me were so intense that I didn’t know or care about anything all I could do was feel him inside.

“oh fuck you feel so good Pixie so fucking good” Robert couldn’t hold back from saying this over and over where as all I could say was “oh fuck” over and over.

Robert then got me to sit on top of him. When I was on top he seemed to push so much harder and deeper inside me and touch places inside that instantly brought back that feeling again. So quickly that feeling of exploding was building up and there was nothing I could do all I wanted was for it to happen. Robert it seemed wanted the same he had grabbed my legs and was pulling me back and forward faster and faster and I was moving with it all. Wanting more thinking that only a few hours ago I knew nothing about any of the activities we had done and all I wanted was more and then there it was.

I exploded more than I had before, my whole body shook wildly I grabbed on to him hard and couldn’t help but scream. Robert exploded too it seemed. Inside got even more wet and I felt him jerk along with me.

I collapsed off and Robert held me tight and whispered what a good little pixie girl I was and how well I learned from him.

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