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I awoke as the sun illuminated the room. Mary and I were alone, spooned together with her ass resting against my still damp and semi hard cock.

Had I dreamt last night? Did we really have a sexual encounter with Sarah? Or was last night just an illusion? Sarah was nowhere in sight regardless.

Whether we did or not my cock was stirring and ready for more. I was glad I was stiffening, if not, I know I would have pissed all over Mary’s ass!

I quietly slipped out from under the cover and tip toed to the kitchen where I had intended to relieve my self in the kitchen sink. It seemed like as good a place as any and it beat going out side.

I stepped to the edge of the sink and let my cock hang over the edge, closing my eyes and picturing the events of last night and wondering if it had all just been a dream.

When I felt my piss about to stream out, my cock seemed to be enveloped! I looked down in wonderment as I could feel my piss streaming out, but I couldn’t see the stream. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, I was still peeing but I couldn’t see a drop! As my flow subsided I could feel the unmistakable sensation of a mouth sucking and a tongue stroking the under side of my cock. Then nothing! Just my cock hanging there, but it felt so good!

I was fully erect as I went back to Mary and laid back down resuming my place, spooned against her back. Hoping she would want me to “get her going” as I had done yesterday morning.

I wasn’t disappointed as I felt her reach over her hip easing her ass cheeks open. My cock pressed against her ass hole and I gave a little push. Her ass seemed to suck me in and she rolled onto her belly.

“Fuck me hard baby, I want your cum up my ass, come on pump it in me hard!” she asked passionately.

I stayed in her ass as I rolled onto her back with her, and began thrusting as deep and hard as I could. In moments I was feeling the hot cum bursting from my cock lubricating my probing dick as I gave the last thrusts of my hips against her ass.

I slid out and sat back on my heels looking at Mary’s ass, watching as my cream gathered in her still gaping anus then just as it began to dribble out in thick globs, and I was about to bend down and lick it up, when unbelievably it vanished! It pooled up again and just as the last had, it too vanished as well!

Even long after I’d pulled out, Mary was still going through what appeared to be orgasmic convulsions, she rocked forward and back, her back arching and relaxing, her ass cheeks flexing, squeezing together when she raised up on her knees and spread wide as she lowered her hips down squatting on her hand still working in her pussy.

She grunted and groaned loudly. Her crotch grinding against her hand as she seemed to experience an awesome orgasm! I really loved watching her cum and I sat back on my ankles watching her as she rested her head on her forearm, her ass raised high, grunting and moaning in absolute delight..

She knelt that way for several minutes breathing hard and moaning softly when I felt my cock once again enveloped in a damp soft mouth!

I looked down and once again my cock was being sucked! I watched in stunned amazement as cum that had been coating my pubic hairs, cock and balls was sucked away. I could only see my cock as it was pulled up and mouthed chewed and licked, but all I could see was my cock and balls being manipulated!

I couldn’t see what was doing it, but it felt incredible! I wasn’t getting hard, but it did feel good! Then it stopped, my cock fell flaccid between my thighs, a cold rush went through me rising up through my ass and balls seeming to burst out through my chest. My whole body shook and I shivered for several seconds as I caught my breath.

I thought back to what Mary’s aunt, the realtor, had said about a succubus “feeding on the most disgusting of excrements!”

It was disgusting to think about but exciting just the same! Better Sarah than us! I thought as Mary began to relax and slowly collapse down onto her belly.

“What the fuck did you just do?” she asked breathlessly. “Did you just eat my shit?!!”

“It wasn’t me!” I replied quickly “The same thing happened to me, well sort of, when I went to take a leak! But nothing came out! I mean,… it came out,… but it wasn’t there!” I said.

“What the fuck do you mean nothing came out? she asked incredulously. I’ve never had an ass licking like that!” she said proudly.

“Disappeared, Gone! Nothing there! Nothing!” I replied, almost laughing about it. Regaining my self and giving both her ass cheeks a kiss and a playful squeeze and jiggle.

“Hey where are my things? She asked looking around the room, “My clothes are gone!”

She was right when we fell asleep she was still wearing her corset, boots and strap-on, now she was as naked as I was! I hadn’t realized it earlier, as most of my thinking was being done by my pecker head! Looking around the room I noticed both of our clothes were gone! As were some of Mary’s implements of pleasure! We got up and searched nişantaşı bayan escort around, but the stuff was gone!

My cameras were still where I’d left them recording last night. I saw that the batteries were dead and I replaced them, thankfully all my equipment was still there, and I rewound the tapes.

Mary came over and wrapped her arms around me from behind, her naked breasts flattening against my back, her body felt so good against mine. She looked over my shoulder watching as I pressed the play button about half way through the tape.

Mary and I were in the picture, but Sarah wasn’t! I rewound further and still no Sarah! Just Mary and I! Some of the tape just seemed weird, the two of us were reacting, thrusting our hips writhing in passions to Sarah’s unseen body, hands lips and tongue, that was clear, but she wasn’t in a single image!

It was almost comical to watch, but unnerving just the same! To see ourselves in positions that were obviously not normal, as we responded to nothingness! Knowing that she had been there!

The other tape was the same, no Sarah! They both ended shortly after I had laid out the sleeping bags. I was right about one thing, this wasn’t prime time film!

How would we convince any one there was a beautiful woman, or ghost there, when she wasn’t! Just Mary and I, our bodies writhing in the throes of unseen passion, using the viewer on the camera it was difficult to see much detail, perhaps when we get back to the world we can see more on a full screen, so I pulled both tapes and replaced them with new ones. Making sure to label and store the used ones safely.

I thought back again to what I’d been told and had on audio tape about the succubus, that she would first appear in dreams, had it been a dream? Did Mary and I dream her presence? Did we just imagine her and the pleasures we felt with her? My ass still felt the “just been fucked” sensations, so I was certain something happened!

Now “Aunt Liz,” had said that for a succubus to achieve form and substance in the realm of the living they had to be summoned. We hadn’t summoned her…yet!

She had given me explicit instructions on how to go about it, but she also warned me against it quite emphatically! But after last night I wondered, how bad could it be to summon Sarah back?!

After all, I had been given the banishment procedure as well! I talked to Mary about this and she seemed thrilled at the prospect!

“Look Dave” she began, ” I’m sure this is the same woman who has been in my dreams all my life! I have never been afraid of her! Of course I’m a bit miffed over her taking my clothes!” she said this loudly, as if she intended that Sarah would be sure to hear her. “I’d like to try summoning her, as long as… Well, as long as we can send her away if she turns out to be more than we can deal with”.

It was clear she wanted to summon Sarah, more than I did.

“What if your aunt left something out? I asked, “what if we can’t banish her!”

“Oh come on, if Aunt Liz’ is full of shit, then nothing will happen anyway right? And if she did give you the correct instructions to summon her, why wouldn’t she give you the proper banishment instructions as well? Oh come on! Let’s do it! Tonight! ” She said, her voice and expression filled with enthusiasm.

“That means staying here at least till sometime tomorrow!” I exclaimed, “And, ah…, we have no clothes! And I have to finish my survey! But I am willing if you are!”

“Great!” Mary said her eyes lit up like a child’s at Christmas! “Hey I know, there’s clothes up stairs, come on!” She pulled my hand and we went up to the bedroom where she had taken the clothes from yesterday. Nothing! All the clothes were gone! We went room by room and drawer by drawer, there wasn’t as much as a handkerchief to be found!

In the diary I recalled that Sarah’s last guests stole her clothes to escape in, “I guess Sarah wants us to stay, and she’s making sure that if we leave it’ll be naked!” I exclaimed jokingly.

“What the hell, we’re alone, and it looks like its going to be a beautiful day,” Mary replied almost happily, “Just the thought of exploring this place naked turns me on!” she said as she rubbed her breasts against my chest and gave me a short but passionate kiss.

Me too! I thought returning her passion with my lips and tongue. Damn, if she and I didn’t come from the same mold, as she spoke the very thoughts that I had been thinking since before we went up stairs.

We went back down stairs and everything was as we had left it, except that our sneakers were where they weren’t, they were placed neatly, side by side on the desk.

“Well, thank you Sarah!” I gratefully said aloud. “At least we won’t hurt our feet!” We put on our sneakers and gathered together what we would need to finish surveying the island.

I handed Mary a flashlight and one camera while I kept the other one, putting the strap around my neck, I picked up my tape recorder and a flashlight.

I told her bayan escort to try and conserve the batteries as much as possible, as I only had enough to change them out two more times and it could be a long night tonight.

She gave me a sarcastic, “What? Do I look like I’m stupid?” expression, rolling her eyes and saying “yeah, yeah, yeah! Come on silly!” as she opened the front door.

Both of us squinted as the bright daylight seemed to burst into the foyer. We stepped out naked onto the front porch. It was a beautiful morning, a little cool but not uncomfortable, even being nude, especially when we stepped in to the bright sunshine.

I loved being naked any way but with Mary, it was so much more than sexual and natural, feeling the air rushing softly over those parts of my body that society bans exposure of, and the sun… it felt so good! But not as good as just walking naked out doors with Mary. Her pendulous breasts swaying and bouncing, jiggling gently as she walked beside me.

Her ass was so fantastic as well, and I took every opportunity to watch its undulating swaying and bouncing as she walked. She really was an absolute distraction, and I loved being distracted by her!

It was difficult for me to keep from grabbing her ass and tongue fucking it! Hell its hard for me to walk through a mall and not want to kiss nearly every woman’s ass, but Mary’s…, well it was just plain irresistible!

We strolled out around the back of the house, down a set of cement stairs through what looked to have been a garden once upon a time, and through the high grass out to a couple of wooden shacks.

One was a small two story structure, the other was just a shed with two doors, they were in rough shape, and I noted them on my recorder. I described their condition and approximate dimensions as we photographed and explored each one.

The little house was a real disaster, other than debris it was empty. The plaster and lath was laying in heaps through out, all the windows had long since fallen either in or out.

When we went up the broken and rotting stairs to the second floor, the whole building seemed to sway and shake. We carefully and quickly found our way back down and outside. As we exited, hurriedly, a fairly good sized chunk of ceiling plaster crashed to the floor and created a sizable cloud of dust.

“Whew! That was close! I said.

She replied with a comical “Duh! No shit!”

We went over and checked out the little shed which was filled with gardening tools and other miscellaneous junk strewed about. It too was in pretty bad shape and not wanting to have it fall on us, we just peered in through the doors and a broken window.

We took a few pictures of the main house and the out buildings and headed away from them through what was once a field or pasture out towards a large mound. On top of which were the remains of a small stone building.

The mound turned out to be what had to have been the prison and armory. The construction was similar to the old forts along the Niagara river, stone and cement walls, some with rifle slits, while others had chains and iron rings hanging on them.

There were huge columns and archways, some with large wooden doors, that opened into big rooms, dug into deep into the mound. Basically there was nothing in there either except for a few old oak barrels and wooden crates, filed with odds and ends, mostly junk.

There were two old trunks though filled with old cameras, real old stuff. I imagined they were the ones used to take the pictures we had found last night. But otherwise there was nothing of any significant consequence or value there either.

Mary had walked off alone and after a few minutes I heard her scream! I jumped up from the trunks I was rummaging through and rushed into the main room.

Mary was standing in the middle of the room staring at one of the large doors that went into a room that had chains on the walls.

I went to her and she grabbed me wrapping her arms tightly around me. She was shaking this time and I asked if she was alright.

She looked into my eyes and said “There was a guy standing right in that doorway!” She pointed her hand shaking as she said “He was dead! It was horrible!” she said holding me tighter.

We had seen enough and I took her out into the sunlight. We sat down in the grass, and it took several minutes before she composed herself.

She described the effigy she had seen in detail, she had seen a rotting corpse of a man, and it had really scared her!

“Now you know how I felt last night!” I said, hoping to cheer her up a little.

“He wants us to leave, Dave!” He didn’t say anything, but he was warning me to leave! I could feel it!” she said still shaken.

“Do you want to leave?” I asked,

What she saw must have really scared her, just a little while ago she wanted to summon a spirit and now she was seriously frightened by another!

Heck, I couldn’t blame her if she wanted to leave. Though the sexual aspect maslak escort of a succubus was enticing the fear factor was rising.

“No, I want to stay!” she replied defiantly, “But only if you do! I still want to stay! I want to find out if Sarah was real or just a dream!”

“So do I” I replied holding her closer.

After several minutes she overcame her fright and jumped up, her face filled with childlike playfulness. She ran naked towards the inlet, coaxing me to chase her as she ran giggling and laughing through the high grass.

I picked up my things and ran after her. She turned and giggled more as she pointed towards my cock and balls flopping as I ran up to her and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her.

We walked holding hands like young lovers back towards where we had docked the boat and we were relieved to see it where we’d left it, but our relief was short lived. During the storm a large tree had fallen across the inlet, trapping the boat and us here!

We climbed in the boat and Mary switched on the two way radio and called out a distress. Then she franticly began flipping switches and tried again. The batteries were dead! She lifted the engine compartment hatch and we both stood in awe. The batteries were fried! Melted plastic and cooled pools of lead were all that was left. The wires were fused together. There were no scorch marks or other indications of how this could have happened. Even if we had a spare battery it wouldn’t help. We were trapped!

“I guess someone wants to be sure we stay!” I said angrily slamming down the engine hatch. Normally I could fix anything, but this…, there was nothing to fix! The batteries were gone as were the wires, I had nothing to work with!

I looked over to the fallen tree and even with our machete’s, there was no way we were going to get the boat out. The tree was easily 3ft in diameter it would take a life time to carve through that with a machete!

As is the case in this part of the country during late October the weather was changing, the sky clouded up with thick gray clouds and the temperature began falling as the winds picked up. Another storm was brewing on the western horizon, we searched around the boat to find anything that would be useful.

We found Ron’s stash of beer, and took 2 six packs with us back up to the house. If we’ve got to stay, we might as well enjoy it!

I was happy to see that there were still hot coals in the two fire places and the stove so I stoked them all with fresh wood from the kitchen, and in a few minutes we had the temperature rising inside as the outside temperature fell.

We went into the kitchen and made some (yuck!) spam sandwiches and warmed up the beans. Neither of us wanting to fry it with out clothes, or at least an apron, thankfully we had catsup!

We took our sandwiches and a six pack of beer into the den. I figured it was a smaller room and would be warmer, besides we could snoop through those diaries again and maybe find out more about our “Hostess”.

I pulled the books out of the desk drawer and we sat on the sleeping bag in front of the fireplace with our sandwiches and beer, pulling the other sleeping bag up over our shoulders as we flipped through the years and years of entries.

We noticed the oldest entries were in a totally different hand writing as the ones we had read last night, as we read we learned the tales of torture and sexual bondage were all true, as entry after entry erotically detailed the history of this place!

But without the evil you might have imagined! From the very first entry to the last this was a love story that went over the edge of reality because of the emotional suffering of a man who’s greatest love died young!

In the earliest entry the writer told of how he and his crew had sought refuge here from the Indians, who considered the island to be sacred ground.

The Indians would not come ashore and soon abandoned the attack. This advantage over the local natives made the island perfect as an outpost.

Several early entries noted stories of female ghost’s that would occasionally appear and frighten sentries late at night while on watch.

One sentry was shot when he was found sleeping naked at his post. His only defense was that a beautiful nude woman came to him in the night and seduced him away from his post.

Captured Indians would panic and kill themselves to keep from being brought out to the island, or were shot desperately attempting to escape.

The entries went on and told of meeting Sarah and the building of the house. It told of his growing fondness for the young girl and of how he had rescued her from the Indians when they destroyed her families home and brutally killed both her parents.

The attack had been in retaliation for British atrocities inflicted against the Indians.

In the early days of world conquest and domination, there were more than a few occasions of the white man’s cruel and brutal treatment of indigenous peoples.

“Love thy neighbor!?”, yeah right! Well, at least as long as he agrees with you, and if he doesn’t? Well, just accuse him of witchcraft, call him a Catholic, or Protestant, a Jew, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or Christian, it really doesn’t matter. Then take his land, wealth and even his life, your crimes absolved in religious indignation!

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***This chapter will need to be read a little slowly, since what happened in the past is presented from two POVs. One is by the man who it happened to, and the other is what Louhi learns.

If it all gets to be a little too much, her explanation to him near the end ought to clear it up. I uh, … hope.

I always learn a hell of a lot when I write anything with toeholds in history. That being said, I was STILL very hesitant with this one since there’s a lot of the period where Scotland was formed in this – and THAT my friend can be a rather prickly thing to get close to, never mind the thistles.

There’s an actual place mentioned in this as a temple. I doubt that it was that at all, but it makes for a good yarn. It’s an archeological site on the island known as ‘Mainland’ in the Shetland Islands group called ‘Jarlshof’. Check it out if you like. If you find a photo of the ‘wheelhouse’, that’s where Taran wakes up.

As far as I’ve been able to learn, the Shetlands were once under the control of the Caitts or Catts, a fierce tribe of the legendarily fierce Picts. Picts appear in a few films such as ‘Centurion’ and ‘Ninth Legion’, portrayed as what they were, badass and blue, fighting for their turf like anybody else there back then.

The Shetlands were known then as the ‘Isles of the Cats’. The last Caitt king was Taran mac Entifidich and he died in 697AD, 300 years before this chapter begins. After him, the territory was absorbed by the other Pict tribes who were allies anyway. Everything else is fiction,

Anyway, let’s see what the witcher’s daughter is up to now.

My thanks to ‘Hellkite’ for the tip in pronunciation “Louhi is pronounced: Low-hee :)” I just couldn’t get the link to take in the text box. 0_o

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Louhi pulled the man to the bed, and though it might have been seen as a sort of overture – which it was – though not as overt a gesture as one might think under the circumstances. It was more of a necessity, there being little else in the room in terms of furniture, other than a stand to lay clothing on. The man resisted a little initially, until Louhi held up her hand as a sign that he should wait. He paused and Annikki swept her hand in a motion to draw his attention for a moment before she indicated the rest of the chamber with a wave and he did catch on then.

They looked at each other, the two young women and the man as Louhi tried to figure out a way in which to frame her questions to him. Though she hadn’t noticed it downstairs, this man was plainly not what was usual for around here, by what she’d seen so far.

There was also something about him in the way that she could draw a sense of him far more than any others here, because there was much more of him to draw from.

In his turn, he was doing largely the same thing, but he was also trying to look into their eyes as well.

They saw a man who wore markings on his face, though they looked old from fading. They weren’t very noticeable, they both thought; since he wore a short beard, though it wasn’t more than perhaps a fortnight’s growth. Annikki hadn’t even seen the markings when he’d walked into the inn and Louhi hadn’t seen them either, though she’d stood even farther away.

What he saw taught him a lot about them. He learned that though the smaller of the two came from a background which held many elements of common, everyday life in a manner which he understood, he saw a rather noble – if pragmatic and slightly hopeful outlook.

It was pragmatic in the way that she accepted things, yet it was a little hopeful nonetheless. There was also a lot of purity in her spirit, and it was indicated to him in a rather humbling way.

He and the girl looked at each other for only a moment or two and the girl almost immediately trusted him to a large degree. That was evidenced by the way that she encircled his ribs with her arms and simply hugged him with her head against his chest, her eyes closed, and a pleased smile written there on her features as though she’d found an old friend.

It was the other one who caused him to stare.

As he looked into her light blue eyes, he expected to see little if any darkness, but what he saw in a second threatened to almost swallow him. He didn’t realize it at the time, but the way that he sat transfixed caused him to put his arms around the smaller girl who was still hugging him.

He knew in a little time that it wasn’t so much darkness in the equivocal sense of dark equaling evil. It was more of a hunger to know what could be learned.

And it suddenly became clear to him that it was a shared hunger in him as well.

He thought about it and chose his next words carefully.

“What does he say?” Annikki asked as she looked up, “It sounds so nice to me, but I get nothing from it.”

“I do not know,” Louhi said quietly, and then she tried some of the other ways and languages which she’d learned bits of.

At one point when she tried Norse, she saw his eyebrows rise in a bit of alarm and possibly distaste, so she leaned in a little and taksim escort kept at it.

“What is wrong? I seek to find a way to talk between us, nothing more,” she said.

“Danes?” he asked, “Are you Danes?”

Louhi shook her head, “No. We are Suomalaiset and I tried the language of the Swedes. It is also spoken by Norsemen and Danes and the Gotlanders also. There are many common words, but some sound a little different. I thought that it gave me the best chance. I have heard something like it even here.”

He nodded, “What is it that was wanted of me? The innkeeper told me that there were women here who had need of me, but I cannot get his words from him clearly, I –”

He sighed, “Some around here regard me as a dumb ox, but I only have trouble with their speech.”

He stopped then as Annikki let go of him and sat back with a little grin. “We have a need, and we see no dumb ox.”

She lifted her long shirt and he watched astounded as she pulled it off over her head and shook out her long and slightly wavy strawberry-blonde hair, “I see no ox, though I see a man who might want to play at being a bull for two lonely girls in a bit of need. I hope you will not mind the work.”

She moved forward a little and reached around Louhi to cup a breast through her singlet and pull up the bit of the hem that she could get free so that her hand had free passage as she leaned over her friend’s shoulder.

“Well hurry up and kiss him, Louhi, or I will.”

Finally, he saw that they did have the means to understand each other and though he strongly disliked the thought, he’d learned some Norse in his travels as a necessity over the time.

He looked down, “This curse on me is without end, it seems. Now I must speak the words of my enemies since almost none know mine.”

He pulled away, looking sad and he held up his hands, “I can offer only my apology. You are both fine and lovely. And – and I can say that I have never seen such wondrous women. But there is a mistake here I think, and I have no wish to make it wors-“

Annikki pulled back, “Owhh, I thought that it was too good to be what I hoped.” She began to reach for her shirt.

Louhi grabbed for his arm, “Wait. Please, … only wait a little. If there is an error, I do not think that it cannot be mended. We have given coins for another night in this room and my friend bought a little ale and paid a bit more to the innkeeper to have a man sent here for us.

What were you told – or; what was it that you thought that you heard?”

The man looked at Louhi for a moment as his eyes took in the whitish hair which cascaded down over her shoulders. He thought it likely that they didn’t put much stock in what he’d said of them, but it was the truth. He’d never in his life seen a single woman who was this lovely – to the standard which he saw before him now – and there were two of them. They were different from each other to be sure, so there were two new standards then, he supposed, but either of them outstripped the loveliness of any woman that he’d ever laid eyes on.

And once upon a long time ago, he’d had eyes for only one girl in all the world. Rana had been a great beauty when they’d met and he’d courted her and he’d thought the same thing of her over the four and a half years until her death. And he’d been so in love with her for far more than only that reason.

But that had been three and a half centuries ago, not that he’d ever thought to be alive now and he’d grieved her death for a little over fifty years. Now he was twenty-two again somehow and either of these two, …

He was aware that they awaited his answer.

“Only that there were a pair of women here who needed me,” he said. “I have heard this from him before, but all of the other times, when I go to the room, I find an older woman and we cannot talk between us and it often ends badly when they begin to pull me. They shout at me, words I do not know but I see that they are angry then. Once, I found a young man waiting for me.”

“How did that end?” Annikki asked from behind Louhi as she shrugged her long shirt back on.

“Only a little better,” the man said with a quiet grunt, “I left him late that night. I had to do some acts with him that I was a little loathe to do, but I left him with a smile as he slept and I got silver out of it.

I needed the coins, so, …”

“Well what was wrong with that?” Annikki asked, “Is that not what you are to provide to the patrons?”

He shook his head, “I do not think so. The way that it is said to me is that ‘Such and such in that room there needs service – or help – or they have work for you’.

I come in here for a quiet drink to forget my troubles and it is made to sound to me as though I am to give aid. I often cannot get what is said to me here. I am not near where I come from, and it has only been a little time. I do not have an ear for the speech here yet.”

Louhi thought about it for a moment as she looked up, “Well I have a need and I have a want, my friend. I also have a very escort bayan strong wish.

What I wish for most of all is that you have the time to spend with us. We are here alone. Most often, this leads a man or three to come to an idea that just because we look at him or them and do not cast our eyes down that we must ache to have them between our loins.

Almost always, the thoughts are wrong and the language here only makes a bad thing worse.

I think that the innkeeper takes money for the service of pointing someone out to a patron. But I have a want now to make what I can out of this confusion. If you would want to forget your troubles as you have said, then I think that I want to help with it, and the best way to push troubles away for the moment so that they are at least lessened a little is to tell them to another. We have ears to lend and if you could go and bring us all a little more ale – which I will give coins for – then I wish to begin.”

He watched as she got off the bed and walked to get her purse – which was like anyone’s purse at the time, little more than a crude leather pouch which could be tied to one’s belt. As she moved, he caught just the briefest glimpse of her white pubic hair before her garment fell to cover it. The image remained, but he also saw her long legs and a bit of her bottom, though his glimpse of that treasure was even more brief.

She fished for a moment and then held out some coins. “It cost me little to ‘buy’ you and I wondered about it. Now, I hope to buy your time and your pleasant voice because I wish to know about you.

I will listen to your troubles if you would let me.”

He looked from the coins in his hand to her face for a moment and then he smiled and nodded.

He was gone the next moment and Annikki groaned.

“Well that was the fine fuck which wasn’t,” she scowled.

“I love you dearly, Louhi, but I cannot swallow how you have just given away more coins for nothing. He will not come back and we have been foolish. I will love you again this night and it is all that I ever need, but we wanted a man tonight as we agreed, and it almost always goes wrong when we try.”

“That is because of the speech wherever we go much of the time,” Louhi replied a little distantly as she looked at the closed door, “There is nothing wrong with either of us, sweet one, but it is the same anywhere. We must be careful.”

She looked at the other girl, “He looks wild, but I see more in him, Annikki.

If you want only a brute; that is easily done and it will cost you no coins at all – though you would never have any more to your name since your brute would drink it all. You will find yourself working yourself to death for a lout and wearing the marks of his love on your swollen face on and off for the rest of your life.

You will be followed by the brats that he stuffs into your cunt and you birth – if the birthing of them doesn’t kill you. They will tag along, each clamoring for something different and poking each other in the eyes because they are as stupid and mean as their father. They will follow you like a cursed cloud wherever you go in the little hovel where you will live.

Why have you never told me that you wanted that? I could have saved my own heart if I knew it.”

Annikki looked down, “I am sorry. It’s just that, … “

“I wanted the same thing,” Louhi said softly, “I did not mean to sound so hard to you. I had the want of a good fucking myself. But that one …

He knows the ways, but his teaching was different. He has the sight, but does not dare to trust in it, for things to him are not as he knew them once. It changes nothing, but there is a man there worth knowing for us. Feel this, Nikki, and we might have more than we sought to buy with our few coins.

That one holds cares which there is no hope to mend or make better. I have seen that far in, though I do not know the why of it all yet. And he will come back, Nikki, so do not give up your hope for the night just yet. He now stands talking to the innkeeper.

For such a fat man, the innkeeper is now pulled almost over the bar and he wants nothing more right now than to give back our coins.”

It took no longer than ten minutes and there was another knock on the door. When they answered, a serving woman strode in with two large platters of steaming food. Behind her, the man walked in with four tankards of ale. The platters were handed to Louhi and Annikki and the woman left the room with a sniff which they imitated toward her retreating back.

“I bought the ale which you wanted and I paid for the meal myself,” he smiled as he put them down on the small night table next to the bed. He held out his hand and dropped a few small coins into Louhi’s hand.

“The difference over the misunderstanding,” he smiled.

Louhi chuckled, “Then you have earned an even larger share of my trust, my friend. And now I long to eat a little and learn of you at the same time.

The very first thing which is needed is that we learn your name. I am Louhi topkapı escort and this is Annikki or only Nikki sometimes.”

He pointed to himself, “Taran.”

He looked downward a little then, “I live in the saddest of times, and I am forced to watch the last of my people scattered to the winds until I know them not anymore and even the wind which scattered them gives way to new winds which blow them and tatter them and I already see it beginning once again.”

Louhi looked at him and reached out to hold onto his broad shoulders, “You can speak long to us, but be a little slow, for what you say is not just as we know the words to be, all of them.”

He looked at them, from one to the other and Annikki nodded in encouragement, sensing uneasiness in him by his uncertain look as she tried not to speak around the bit of roast in her mouth – but did a little anyway. “Not Danes,” she said, shaking her head, “not Swedes, or Norse. We are Finns.”

She pointed to the bed and indicated a place with her finger, “Here.”

He watched her fingertip move to the side, “Nóregr.”

It moved to the side of that in direction, “Danemark, and here, Sverige.” Her finger finally stopped and she looked up, “Suomi,” She pointed to Louhi and herself, “Suomalaiset – Finns we are called.”

His eyes widened and he looked at them again for a moment before he swept her imaginary map aside and pointed to a different spot.

They looked at the dark markings on the part of his forearm which protruded from the sleeve of his cloak before they nodded their understanding that he was trying to show them a view of his own world.

“Here.”

His hand moved in a different direction in a broad motion, “Pictland,” He looked up, “Pictland – Alba. See? Alba.” He pointed to himself, “It was a kingdom of seven kings and is under slow and quiet attack, though they know it not, for it is done by people who live among them in peace. But it is like adding water to wine for it thins them. All of us are Cruthnes in our old tongue – the one which fades even now. The words of others say I am a Pict.”

His finger went back to the drawing on the bedsheet, “Alba,” and then drew on farther, “Caithness, kingdom of the Catt, the tribe where I was born.”

His finger moved on, “Innse,” His hands rose up to indicate something small held enveloped as a thing while he nodded hopefully, “Innse.” He placed his hands in the same manner on the bed.

Louhi looked up, “Innse, … island?”

He nodded, “Innse.” Pointing to the spot once more with his fingers, he said, “Inse Orc, island of the pigs, though now they say Orkney when I ask.”

He raised his finger again and it went even further, right to the edge of the bed and he looked up, “Na h-Innse Cait.

Hjaltland, they say to me, or Hetland. Caittland I heard once.”

He finally pointed to himself, “Pict,” he nodded, “Caitt.” He nodded again, “I am the last, from what I know.” He looked away for a moment, “At least, I am the last who even knows what he is anymore.”

What had once been seven Pictish kingdoms or more – his own being only one and the largest at the time that he once knew – had since been rolled over by the Vikings as they’d turned from raiders into settlers. And that was from three sides. From the south and east, there came the Scots. Where one came with plowshares, the other came with swords. A lot of the people that he met might have been Picts a few hundred years ago, but now they were part of an amalgamation, the whole of it mixed with Gaelic and other overall Celtic influences and with the Gaels and Scots people thrown in there as well.

He drew a deep breath.

“My name is Taran mac Entifidich and I was a king once.

I am a king cursed, and I have been dead for, … very near to three hundred summers.

In my time, I knew my people and my lands. That has passed and is now the Kingdom of Alba with a new king and I know him not or whether he is a true Pict.

I was the last king in my line and after me; the kingdom of Caitt slowly weakened and from what I know from my asking of others, it was swallowed by our allies and kinsmen from Fidach to the west after I was gone. Now, they fade themselves before the Northmen and the Scots though they all turn to fight the Angles if they come. It has been my curse to see my wife and children killed and to live on with nothing.”

“But, … ” Louhi looked into his eyes intently, “You are not dead, … Taran.”

“No,” he nodded, “but it is a cruel fate to live on alone. I no longer have any country and almost no countrymen.

I had a wife and lovely she was and she birthed me our children.”

He sighed as he looked down and it came out of him as almost a groan, “But, … before that, I went to a place where holy men were on Na h-Innse Cait to be taught, for it was said to me that a king such as I was to be one day would need to know of many things and not only what a man sees but what is not to be seen and yet is just as real.

When I came there, I was given a slave to help me in any way as I learned. In the first strange day, I told him that he was no slave to me, though slaves were always kept by many of the peoples everywhere and mine were no different. I wanted no slave, and sought to have him freed, or if I could, I’d have paid his worth to the ones who owned him.

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Should you by some strange chance read this story.

Thank you Lucky-Lady.

CHAPTER ONE

Doug and Robyn should have been absolutely terrified but for some unexplainable reason they were not. The two women standing in front of them in their living room had just appeared out of nowhere. They both had a slight smile on their face and somehow emitted an aura of calm peacefulness which was holding back the terror that would otherwise have engulfed Doug and Robyn. They had not appeared instantly, but sort of materialized over perhaps two or three seconds. Their outline shimmered very slightly, as if they were not quite in focus, or perhaps they were somehow not quite solid. It was hard to explain but both Robyn and Doug knew with complete certainty that they were not from this world.

One of the women spoke. Her voice had the same ethereal nature as did her appearance. The weird thing was that her lips hardly moved at all and what movement there was seemed totally unrelated to what she said.

“Greetings. We are from another planet in another universe. We have come here because we have been assigned a special project and we need your help. Do not be afraid. We could have simply taken you but that would prejudice our purpose. We desire that you come with us of your own free will.”

Doug did not doubt what she said but his male sense of logic dictated that he question them. “So, there is life in other places not just on earth? I always presumed any ‘other life’ would be totally different from ours, two heads and wheels instead of legs, or something unimaginably different, but you are just like us. I’m not sure that makes sense to me.”

“Well let me see, how do I explain?” said the woman with a patient smile.

“You know the concept of infinity don’t you. But do you truly understand its consequences? Your concept that the universe is infinite is correct. So, if the universe is infinite then there are infinite universes. I refrain from using the word ‘number’ because that is contrary to the concept of infinity. Infinity is actually the lack of a number. If the universe is infinite, then it logically follows that there are infinite life forms and infinite planets that merter escort are inhabited by life forms. Yes, some of them have two heads and others are unimaginably different but we are from the humanoid variety just as are you. Logic says that our humanoid form is infinite also.”

Doug stammered and flustered as he tried to take this in.

Robyn thought she spotted a weakness in the story despite seeing the logic of the argument. “But how can you speak English. There are hundreds of languages just on our planet.”

The women laughed then. A delightful tinkle of empathy as she answered.

“Most humanoids communicate directly through the mind as well as verbalizing. Your method, of exclusively verbalizing, has the drawback of requiring a language. With mind communication, only the thought is sent so it is received in whatever is the appropriate language for the receiver. It’s not ‘mind reading’ because the thought has to be deliberately sent. When you speak my ear sends that verbalization to a section of my brain which converts it into a thought so I can receive it in my own language”

“Does that answer your question?”

“Umm yes I think I get that” answered Robyn.

The second woman, who seemed to be the senior of the two, now took over and said, “May we sit down?”

Doug and Robyn both nodded.

“Then let me explain why we are here and how we need your help”

“Our civilization is much older than yours. Like yours, various religions played a large part in setting the practices and cultures of our people. Also like yours, our religious chiefs sort to have power and control over people through the manipulation of rules, including attitudes to sex. In your country this manipulation has been almost completely reversed and sex is allowed, indeed encouraged, as an enormous provider of pleasure and a major driver in life. It is because of these characteristics in your country, and in you two individuals in particular, that you have been chosen for us to approach.”

“To get back to our planet. Over many thousands of years our religious leaders continually dammed all manner of sexual pleasure and created a society that was trained escort istanbul to believe sex to be the ultimate sin. This was carried so far that eventually sex was eliminated entirely from our lives. Children were produced in laboratories using sperm and eggs extracted from persons bred for this purpose. Just prior to attainment of sexual maturity a drug releasing implant that totally suppressed sexual urges is inserted in every individual. For many centuries this was believed to be the ideal situation. More recently we have discovered other civilizations and have studied them. As a result of this study, we found that in most civilizations sex is the ultimate pleasure, and particularly this is so in your world.

The idea was then considered that preventing sexual pleasures might in fact be a very bad thing. It was decided to form a practical study group to investigate further. A sample group of 500 was chosen and from them 10 were picked to be trained as instructors to educate the whole group in sexual matters. These ten, five women and five men are to be trained by someone from your world. You have been picked as suitable for this task and that is why we are here to ask for your help. We wish to transport you to our planet so you can educate our instructors with everything you know about sexual delights.”

“But how do we get there?” asked Doug.

“For how long: and how do we get back?” added Robyn.

“No need for concern, these are relatively simple matters for us. We can transport you to our planet the same way as we got here, and then return you after the course in a few weeks’ time. You won’t need to worry about involving anyone else as we will return you at the same point in time as you leave.”

“Great” said Doug. “We have a way to live forever now!!!”

“Unfortunately not, the aging process continues unimpeded”

Robyn shook her head a couple of times and said.

“This sounds impossible. How can we travel unimaginable distances, spend time somewhere else and then return at the same moment we left!?”

That tinkle of laughter again and the first woman explained.

“You will have to be content with a very crude etiler escort explanation as your knowledge level doesn’t allow you to fully understand. Let’s put it like this. Your concept of time and matter envisages two flat layers suspended one above the other. The reality is nothing like that. Time and matter are in fact a convoluted curving body intricately intertwined. This allows instantaneous travel of matter in both time and place.”

“Do you have any further questions?”

“What are your names?” asked Robyn.

“What is the name of your planet?” asked Doug.

She sent a thought containing the name of their planet.

“I got ‘Home of the Astrafonities’ said Robyn “What did you get?”

“Place of Astrafonism” he replied.

“OK, let’s say they come from Astrafon”

The woman added. “I don’t know how to answer about our names as we don’t identify individuals in that manner at all. We are going to leave you now and we will return in two hours to receive your answer as to whether you will come and help us”.

With that the two women disappeared.

Robyn and Doug stared at each other.

“What do you think Robyn?”

“Would be amazing fun. Think how we enjoy watching sexy videos together. It would be a bit like that but for real; and we would have control over what happens.” Robyn answered.

“You realise we would probably need to demonstrate. How would we feel about that?”

Robyn thought for a moment or two.

“I think I would be ok with that. We would be able to decide about that as we go.”

“What an incredible experience. Just think; we might be responsible for bringing the joy of sex to a whole world.” said Doug.

“We would go down in their history as enormously famous” Robyn giggled. “Let’s do it!”

“We would be mad not to.” Doug agreed.

Exactly two hours later the women reappeared in that crazy hazy way they had.

Robyn and Doug were ready with a good-sized suitcase containing a variety of clothing including the sexiest attire that Robyn possessed together with their small collection of sex toys.

The senior of the two women smiled in delight as she said “I see you are willing to come with us. Stand close to each other and put the suitcase between you.”

The women moved to stand one each side with their arms around Doug and Robyn and linked their hands. They stood perfectly still with their heads tilted back gazing into space.

The suitcase and the four people disappeared.

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That’s odd.

The day had started just like any other day, but as I was walking to class, I heard a dull sound followed by a loud squeal just to the right of me. Having taught at the university for several years, I knew better than to pay attention to any unexpected noises on campus. However, this sound was different. It sounded like a dull, muffled pop that was loud in volume yet muted in tone. It certainly didn’t sound like anything I had heard before, on campus or otherwise. In fact, it didn’t sound like anything should sound like on Earth. I should know — physics is my specialty.

The next odd thing I noticed was a neatly typed term paper flapping on the ground about in the light breeze. It was doubly strange because of the name on it… Venus is one of my best students. She is tall, tanned and slender… a real beauty with an hourglass figure to match. I have no doubt a huge number of guys have been chasing her shapely tail but she always seemed to be focused on her studies and not very interested in socializing.

She is always careful with her assignments, so finding one page of her paper flapping about was disconcerting, to say the least. My eyes turned to the direction from which it came, and I saw more papers flying towards me.

My curiosity piqued, I stepped off the brick path and waded into the bushes, following the trail of paper. What stopped me in my tracks was a bundle of clothes on the grass. They were clearly a woman’s clothes, lying in such as way as to leave no doubt that their owner was now naked from the waist down. The waistband of the short skirt lay in a circle, within which I could see the gusset of the sheer white panties.

Now, I’m no pervert but the way I found the clothes set me thinking: it looked to me like she had stepped out of her underwear and skirt very suddenly… I could even make out the indentation her labia made on the gusset (it looked like she had really plump lower lips around a deep genital cleft). As I looked, the white cotton panties sagged onto the grass beneath, the beguiling shape disappearing before my very eyes. I hesitated, wondering if I should pick them up for a closer look, but was distracted by a sound further in the bushes. It sounded like a woman, squeaking while branches snapped and leaves rustled.

Cautiously, I made my way deeper into the brush. I was rewarded with the strangest sight I had seen in my life. Up to that point, at least. There was Venus, suspended in mid-air, her long hair and blouse in disarray. Of her lower half, I can only say I had a very odd view of it, since she seemed to be embedded in shimmering wall of some sort and her ass was facing me in a huge mirror image that was just behind her.

I should say that it was her naked ass I was gazing at, and in spite of the strange scene, I have to admit I began to get aroused. Her ass was white and round, the deep cleft of her hairless pussy peeking out from underneath the luscious globes. The mirror image was so large it felt as if I was just a couple of feet away from her quivering flesh. It hung in mid-air, a strange and sexy ass without the top half of an obviously curvaceous body. “Prof… I… what’s happening?” she looked at me for answers. For once, I had no scientific answer to give her. I had heard rumours of such dimensional shifts occurring at random locations before, but they had always remained unproven fancies of weak and susceptible minds to me. Until now, that is.

Apparently, such shifts had happened with greater frequency in recent weeks, and a colleague even mentioned to me just the other day the theory that the Bermuda Triangle had shifted and a number of people had disappeared and remained unaccounted for because of such shifts. I made short work of his theory, of course… parapsychology is not even worth thinking about.

Now, it appeared I was confronted with proof of such dimensional shifts. My lovely student was stuck in one, and by some fortune (good or bad, it was difficult to tell), she was the first person to have been caught between the dimensions. I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say to her.

I shut up also because I noticed that something was happening to her butt. Because it was an image enlarged and reflected from a perspective directly behind her rear end, I had to say I had a front row seat to the drama that was to follow.

Something was parting the globes of her ass. It was doing it slowly, almost like a lover would have done, and exposing the tiny pink ring of her anus. I have no doubt she could feel what was going on at her ass from the look on her face.

“Oh! I… uh… can you… umm…” she stuttered as her backside was lovingly spread by an entity I could not see. This was most unlike the confident Venus I was familiar with. Venus was a girl who didn’t hesitate, either in answering or asking a question. “Please… umm… OH!”

I had the guilty pleasure of seeing her mouth mirror the ‘O’ formed by her anus as it was pried open by fındıkzade escort a cylindrical object. It was possibly conical in shape because her asshole appeared to be yawning wider with each second that passed.

“What’s happening?” I asked, trying to hide my own arousal from the distressed girl while pretending that I was not a witness to her sodomy. “I… uh… nothing. It… feels… cold back there,” she lied, perhaps too embarrassed to tell me the truth, that her ass was being deeply probed by some unknown entity. I watched as her back orifice stretched even wider, so much so I could look directly into it and see the pink walls of her rectum rippling in tandem with the motion of the invisible intruder. I wondered if she was telling the truth, that the thing penetrating her was cold.

“Can… you… umm… help… me?” she urged through gritted teeth. The experience of being fucked in the ass was probably a new one for her, and she was doing her best to maintain a calm tone. Venus was certainly a cool customer, not given to panic in the most difficult situations in class. Apparently, she was able to retain her composure even while she was being forcibly sodomized by something she could only feel.

“Sure, here, let me pull you out…” I grabbed her lower arms and pulled. Her flesh was smooth and soft… and suddenly goose-pimpled.

“Ooooh!” she exclaimed, and I could immediately see why. Something was pushing at her pussy, flattening her lips while spreading them apart and revealing the moist pink flesh in between. It looked like something was… licking at her privates, because of the movement of her labia — it was pulsing, the fat lips opening and closing with alarming regularity. Her privates began gleaming with the juices flowing from deep inside, and I could see one droplet glistening on the end of her now erect clitoris. From the flush on her face and her panting, I knew she could feel it too.

Venus gamely tried to look calm even though I could feel her pulse racing. Good girl! The last thing I needed was hysterics. I tried harder to pull her out and away from whatever it was that was attacking her, and was successful only for a few moments. Whatever it was that was holding her in place seemed to react to the force of my pulling and the shimmering wall suddenly surged towards me before retreating. I was jerked forward by the sheer force of its reaction, noting that her blouse and bra had dropped to the floor between us in the meantime, leaving just her head and bare shoulders sticking out of that damned wall. She knew that I’d seen her bra and blouse drop and blushed a deeper red.

I pretended not to notice. “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to be helping,” I said. “Maybe I should go and get somebody…”

“No! Please don’t leave Prof…” I could see her eyes getting wet. Poor Venus was getting scared even as she was being incredibly aroused. The droplet had fallen from her twitching clit, only to be replaced by a much larger one. I watched it tremble and drip as she shivered, perhaps in fear, or perhaps in excitement. The flow of lubricant from her reddening slit seemed to be increasing. Just beyond that, I saw her naked breasts heaving as she gasped and panted.

“But it doesn’t look like I can do anything!” I protested, releasing my hold on her arms. She responded by grabbing me, her fingers digging deep into my upper arms. She was shuddering by now, perhaps in anticipation of what she knew would happen next.

I admit I was fascinated by the sight before me: her asshole opening ever wider while the gentle lapping at her vulva ceased, quickly replaced by something that seemed to be probing into her genital cleft.

“Oh! Oh! I… It’s… It’s going…” she gasped as the probe moved ever closer to her helpless vagina. “It’s going innnnn!” she squealed as I watched her orifice open like a blooming flower. It didn’t look like anything she couldn’t handle, at least not at the beginning, but given the way her asshole was being stretched so, I wasn’t sure the same thing wouldn’t happen to her pussy too. A tear leaked from the corner of her right eye.

That was the moment when I made the decision. Whether it was a good or poor decision is still open to debate, I suppose, but I rationalized it thus: since pulling wasn’t helping, perhaps pushing would. I had no idea how it would turn out, and reasoned that the dimensional shift could either push her out in response to the force I was exerting (which would mean I would have a very naked Venus in my hands afterwards), or it could swallow us both. Either way, I had to try… Poor Venus was clearly in distress at being double penetrated by some unknown entity behind her.

Her eyes widened and she screamed as I pushed her back onto the thing probing her ass and pussy. I had one last exciting look at her plump vulva bulging, the lips opening even wider as more of the thing pushed into her. Then everything seemed to shift in a kaleidoscope of colour which istanbul escort quickly swirled into a deep dark pink drainhole.

I found myself holding on to a very naked Venus in a cavern of some sort while some strange plant-like organism plundered her ass. The mirror had disappeared, so all I could see were her heaving breasts, her pink nipples hard and moving in quick tandem to her breathing. Of her ravished ass, I could only see the thick greenish vine reaching up from the ground to somewhere between her ass cheeks.

Apparently, there is a slight time lag between the dimensions, because one of the first things I noticed after I realized I was similarly naked was that there was a rather large knob-like extension reaching out for her pussy. Perhaps the earlier sensation of being raped by the huge knob was still on her mind as she gasped and stood still, unaware that in this alternate reality, she was yet to be penetrated. The thing was getting very close to her snug cleft.

“Hey! Venus! Snap out of it!” I yelled at her and pulled her towards me, and away from the thing aimed at her pussy. Thankfully, the creature aiming to plant itself into her did not seem to offer much resistance.

The matter of its ‘anchor’ in her ass (we worked out its purpose later) was another matter. That I was able to pull her away so easily also meant that it was highly likely that it would break off while it was still inside her, and there was no way I could tell what the effect of leaving that alien object deep in her ass would be.

Poor Venus was still a little out of it, so I took the course of action I thought was best. I pushed her onto her hands and knees, spread her lovely ass with my hands and began to slowly pull the object out with my right hand while my left held her cheeks apart. The funky smell of her asshole filled my nostrils as I drew it out, marveling at the size of it. I couldn’t believe that the tiny bud of her anus had managed to stretch to swallow such a huge object into her butt. It was not streaked with brown, and in fact looked spotted with pores, which I suspected was used to absorb whatever it could from her body. It wasn’t too particular about absorbing shit, apparently.

My cock was still erect, and to be honest, just seeing her anal ring pout and push outwards as the alien object slid out of her made me so hard it was almost painful. As the thin tip of the thing finally popped out and her anus snapped gratefully shut after it, I heard her breathe a huge sigh. I was relieved… at least I wouldn’t have to deal with a catatonic beauty in the strange new world I had put myself into.

“Prof… I… umm… we’re not… I mean, our clothes,” she began, after the few moments she had taken to gather her wits about her passed.

I think I must have been a little dazed too. I mean, this had started out as a normal day — I had had breakfast in the little room I had called home for the last four years, got together my prepared materials for the day’s classes, and left for the university. I took the same path I’d regularly taken through campus, never suspecting for one moment that I would end up naked in some strange cave, pulling an alien object from out of the asshole of one of my sexiest students. It was an odd day, indeed, and it looked like it would only get stranger.

I couldn’t think of any appropriate response to her statement, other than to state the obvious: “It appears that we’ve stepped into another dimension altogether, Venus. And left our clothes behind.” As I said that, I was frantically looking around for something, anything with which to cover my raging erection. I was almost certain she would have noticed it anyway, but I felt exposed and embarrassed at being naked in front of my student, even while I enjoyed looking at her nude body.

“No, Prof, I mean, your… umm…” she responded, and I realized that in my hurry to remove the offending alien prong from her rectum, I had bent over her, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum on her back. Worse, my cock was still prodding at her waist and I had not thought to remove my left hand from between the globes of her ass.

Headlines of “Physics professor jailed for molesting student” flashed in my mind before I remembered that I was not in the same place I was in when I left the flat in the morning. In fact, it was highly likely that I would never be charged in court for any such transgression ever.

“Professor? Umm… can you..?” she spoke again, and I quickly straightened up, ignoring the way my cock was standing out at right angles to my body. It was embarrassing, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Like getting dressed, and getting out of here.

The problem was, we were clearly not in a cavern on any part of the Earth. The walls seemed to have the texture of flesh, and the only “plants” I could see were waving their tendrils somewhat threateningly. I couldn’t tell if they were all intent on the same purpose, and something told me bayrampaşa escort I didn’t want to find out.

“Sorry… tell you what, Venus… this isn’t the classroom, so you can just call me Mike,” I offered.

“OK Pr… erm, Mike,” she said, making sure her hands covered her genitals and breasts as she stood up and shook her hair out. She was really a lovely specimen, her skin smooth and tanned except for parts covered by a bikini. “I… umm… can you not…umm look at me?” she continued, blushing once more while her large brown eyes pleaded with me.

“Sure,” I said brightly, trying to sound cheerful. “I think the first thing we should consider is how we can get out of here though. Let’s keep focused on that.” I looked steadily into her eyes, fighting against a very strong urge to look down.

“Right,” she smiled. Her hands still clasped her breasts and pussy tightly and I didn’t have the heart to tell her just how closely I had managed to observe the secrets she was desperately trying to hide from my gaze. Then again, going by the size and endurance of my erection, perhaps she knew anyway, but chose to ignore the fact.

Venus is that sort of girl: a good brain to go with that great body, and always focused on the task at hand. Mentally, she is probably stronger than many guys her age.

“Maybe you can tell me what happened, for starters,” I suggested. “Maybe we’ll be able to work out how to get out of here by finding out how we got here in the first place.”

“Well, there’s not much to say, really,” she said. “I was just walking to class when I dropped my file with my papers. As I bent down to pick them up, I heard this dull pop right next to me. Next thing I know, I’m stuck and unable to move. When I looked back I couldn’t even see my… legs.” I nodded, adding that I’d found her papers and that was what had led me to her. Of course, I omitted the part about finding her panties and skirt on the grass. The poor girl was embarrassed enough as it was.

“I couldn’t even feel the ground under my feet,” she continued. “It was like my bottom half was hanging somewhere in mid-air. It felt cold though.” Venus shivered as she recounted her feelings and I had to quell an urge to hug her.

“What else did you feel?” I asked, partly because I thought the information might be useful, and partly because I wanted her to recount what had happened to her private parts while she was suspended between dimensions.

“I… umm… I felt… something… playing… umm… attacking me,” she blushed fetchingly. It was obvious the memory was still fresh in her mind, and she wasn’t that comfortable describing it to me.

“Attacking you?” I asked. “How? How did that thing end up in you?”

I immediately regretted the question as her soft brown eyes darkened with shame. She knew she couldn’t get away with vague descriptions… not after I’d just pulled a rather impressive alien prong from her ass. “I… it umm… I don’t know. I couldn’t see anything behind me. I only… felt it… when it started to umm… penetrate me.”

“When did that happen?” I asked, the strange situation making me feel reckless. I felt bad for her, but I did also want to know how it had felt for her. “Did it happen after we got in here?”

“No… it… it went in while… while I was talking… to you,” her blush deepened. “It hurt, but I didn’t… didn’t want to say anything to you. I was embarrassed.”

“So, is that all that happened while you were stuck between dimensions?” I asked relentlessly. “Tell me the truth, Venus, because it could make a difference here.”

“N…no, that… that wasn’t all,” she continued, and looked away. I felt like a cad for asking her to describe her rape, but I wanted her to remember the incident instead of shoving it into a corner of her mind. You never knew when such buried memories would come back to haunt you. “It… then it… it started playing with… my… my… and then I felt something penetrating my, umm… me in… in front.”

“So it raped you as well?”

“Yeah… yes, it did,” she replied, tears suddenly appearing at the corners of her eyes. “It seemed… seemed to be… testing or… probing for my… umm… and pushed inside when it found…”

“I’m sorry, Venus,” I apologized. I was sincerely sorry for the poor girl, but I was trying to help her to work out that she had not been raped because of the time difference, even though her memory of the event was vivid. “I don’t mean to make you upset, but the truth is, well…”

She had turned away, her breasts heaving as she sobbed. “You don’t… you can’t… understand. That was… my first time…”

I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her back to face me. “Venus, look at me,” I ordered, and was pleased to see she retained enough of her wits to comply. “Think about it. If that was true, why did I only have to pull that thing out of your ass? There was nothing at all in your pussy.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “But… I remember… when you pushed me… it… it felt like a huge… pole was being forced into my… umm… vagina. It was so big, I thought I would split…”

“Think again, Venus,” I appealed to her logic. “If that really happened, don’t you think I would have had to remove something from your pussy as well?”

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*This is a work of fan-fiction. The author, Antidarius, does not claim ownership of any characters or titles mentioned that are the existing property of other entities.*

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D.I.A.N.N.E.

Chapter 4: Ascending to The Heights

P: 24 M: 28 S: 16

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–Day Four: Sunday, 23rd May, 1999–

I pulled off the headband with an arm that felt as heavy as lead. My whole body was a roaring furnace of pain; every muscle felt strained and pushed to its limit, and perhaps beyond. Even my hair hurt. Sweat drenched me as well as the chair beneath, leaving me with a chill as it cooled on my skin. Absently, I noted there was daylight coming through the windows.

“Christ,” I mumbled as I took a moment to gather myself. “That was hard.” Tifa had put me through an excruciating sparring session, teaching me even as she flipped, tripped and kicked me all around the training room. Then, somehow, we had ended up fucking right there on the floor. That part had made all the pain worth it, in the end.

I pulled myself upright with a groan. I reached my feet well enough, but then fell back down into my chair heavily, unable to support my own weight. I was fucking exhausted! “Dianne?” I called as I fit the band back over my head.

“Yes, Jake?”

“Scan me, please. I want to make sure I haven’t broken anything.”

“Certainly, Jake. One moment.” There was a pregnant pause, but finally she offered her assessment. “Your bones are intact, Jake, apart from two fractured ribs. You have several strained muscles and you are dangerously dehydrated. I strongly advise rest and the ingestion of as much fluid as you can hold, preferably clean water. You will also need to eat as soon as possible in order to assist the reparation of your muscle tissue. I suggest a combination of a glutamine supplement along with some quality protein.”

I blinked, trying to understand what she was saying; my head was feeling a little fuzzy. What the hell was glutamine? Water. I need water. Focusing on one thing at a time, I gathered what little strength I had left and pulled myself out of my chair again, groaning as pain lanced through my chest courtesy of my cracked ribs. This time, I managed to stay on my feet and totter to the kitchen. My hand shook as I held a glass under the tap. I need to be careful, I warned myself. I could hurt myself if I push too hard. I drank one glass, then another, and then another, as if my body was soaking up the liquid like dry sand. I drank until I felt like my stomach would explode, then I finally put the glass down.

“Did I at least gain any benefits from that horrendous ordeal?” I asked Dianne as I pulled the fridge open with one hand while the other cradled my side.

“You did, Jake,” Dianne confirmed. “Your physical statistic has increased to twenty-five, and your mental and social have increased by one point each, to twenty and thirteen respectively.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured dully as I closed the fridge. There was nothing to eat in there — nothing safe for consumption, anyway — and I was quickly developing a ravenous appetite. That was a problem; I was hardly able to get myself out of the house for food, and there were no places in town that delivered anything before dinnertime, as far as I knew. Should I just go to sleep and eat later? My stomach growled ominously at the thought.

As I pondered my dilemma, a knock came at the door. “Christ,” I muttered as I shambled to where I’d discarded my shorts on the floor near my armchair. Pulling them on as fast as my wrecked body would allow, I hesitated. Did I even need to open the door? It was probably just some salesman. My decision was made when I heard a high, feminine voice from the other side.

“Jake? It’s Debbie!”

I was moving toward the door before the last word was out of her mouth, but my hand stopped on the handle. Why was I so eager to see her? She’d flaked out on me last night. But what if she really did have a family emergency? What if it wasn’t her fault? You’re being an idiot, dude, I told myself. A real sucker. But that critical voice inside me couldn’t answer the question: if Debbie didn’t care about seeing me, why was she at my front door right now?

I pulled the door open to see her standing there in the morning sunshine, looking like a short, sexy angel. She wore a black tank top that left her flat tummy bare and showed some of the cleft between her ample tits, and a short white denim skirt that displayed her tanned legs nicely. For some reason, I also noticed she was wearing the same sandals as the other day in the game shop. There was a large paper bag in her hand, and I thought I caught the smell of food.

“Debbie,” beşiktaş escort I said flatly as I blinked against the brightness of natural light.

At the same time, she said, “You look awful!”

“Uh, thanks,” I replied, not sure how to take the comment.

“Are you sick?” She asked, a concerned look crossing her pretty face.

I shook my head. “No. Just tired. Been up all night.” I wished I had something witty to say, but as usual, my brain was devoid of cleverness in these situations.

“Okay,” she said, eyeing me over as if she didn’t believe me. “Can I come in?” She held up the bag. “I brought breakfast as an apology for last night.”

“Yeah, okay. I’m starving.” I stepped back and waved her in, pulling the screen door closed behind me. The main door I left open; I couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, but it probably stunk of sweat and cum in here to an outsider.

“Nice place,” she remarked kindly as she looked around.

I barked a laugh, then winced as my ribs protested. “Hardly,” I retorted. “But thanks for the thought. It’s not much, but it’s what I can afford while still living alone.” I took the bag from her and placed it on the small, rickety round table to the left of the door that was one of my few possessed items of furniture, along with two chairs of the same dubious quality. The bag was heavy, and I was excited to see what lay inside.

“What’s this?” She asked me as she reached up to touch the headpiece I’d forgotten all about. I snatched it off hurriedly.

“It’s, uh…” I stuttered, wracking my brain. “It’s a relaxation device. It puts a gentle pressure on my temples. Helps me sleep.” Trying to play it off as no big deal, I fell more than sat into one of the chairs, trying to disguise how much the action hurt as I waved Debbie to sit down. I placed the headband gently on the table.

“Cool,” she replied affably as she sat down opposite me, her back facing the TV across the room. “I think I’ve seen those on the TV.” I barely heard her words as she pulled the bag open and began to remove items wrapped in greaseproof paper. “I wasn’t sure what you liked,” she began as she stacked them on the table. “But I do remember you have quite an appetite, so I came prepared.”

“Holy shit,” I blurted as the stack piled higher. The smell of fresh-baked pastry hit my nostrils and elicited a fountain of saliva inside my mouth. My body, despite the amount of water I’d just imbibed, felt hollow, and I intended to fill it up. Debbie finished emptying the bag by placing two tall bottles of orange juice next to the food.

“I got three pies and three sausage rolls for you,” Debbie said with a grin. “And the juice.” I decided then that she was more than just pretty. She was downright beautiful. “I hope that’s enough.”

I nodded quickly. “It’ll do. Thank you.” Debbie began to open something for herself — a toasted sandwich, by the looks of it — and I ripped open a pie and tucked in, not caring that I got crumbs everywhere. “Sorry about the state of the place,” I managed around a hot mouthful of steak pie. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

Debbie looked around again as she took a bite of her sandwich. “It’s not so bad. Smells like boy, though.”

I coloured slightly and focused on my food. I hoped the semen smell wasn’t too strong. I’d been cumming a lot since Dianne arrived. I found myself wondering if Debbie knew what cum smelled like, and what sort of things she would have done to obtain that knowledge. Cut it out! I chastised myself. The last thing I needed was to pop another boner in her presence. “I’m due for a shower,” I admitted abashedly. “It’s been a long night.”

Debbie grinned. “It looks that way. What were you playing, anyway?”

“Tekken,” I answered truthfully as I started on one of the sausage rolls once I’d squirted a generous amount of tomato sauce along its length.

“Ah,” Debbie said with a wince. “The game I was supposed to be playing with you.” There was silence for a few moments but for my chewing. “I really am sorry, Jake. It was out of my hands.”

I thought about it for a minute, then nodded. “It’s okay. I was disappointed, but it wasn’t your fault.”

Debbie beamed. “Really? You’re not mad?” I thought that I might possibly crawl over broken glass for that smile.

“Not mad,” I confirmed as I returned the smile. “But only because you brought me such a huge breakfast,” I added, punctuating my words by pointing the sausage roll at her.

“Yay!” She said delightedly with a clap of her hands. “I’m glad, Jake. I get a really good feeling about you.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I dropped my gaze from her pretty eyes back to my food. My own eyes widened when I looked down to see only one pie left. “I don’t know where you put all that food,” Debbie remarked as she watched me. “You actually look skinnier than last time I saw you.” I looked down at my shirtless body to see she was right; bodrum escort my paunch had reduced further, hanging over my shorts less, and my arms and chest looked slimmer.

“I must have a high metabolism or something,” I said as casually as I could whilst reaching for the last pie. “Have you had enough to eat?”

She nodded. “Go for it. I’m full.” Getting up, she went to the kitchenette and found two glasses which she brought back to the table. “What are you doing for the rest of today?” She asked as stood beside me and poured two juices. She stood close, and her light, flowery perfume combined with the smell of her shampoo hit my nose.

I was temporarily lost for words. “Um, getting ready to move,” I finally managed before swallowing the last of the sausage roll and reaching for a juice.

“Oh, really?” Debbie asked, suddenly excited. “Where are you moving to?” I suddenly realised I had no idea. I would have to ask Dianne next chance I got.

“Not too far away,” I said after a moment. “It’s nicer than here, though.”

“Well, that wouldn’t take much,” Debbie said teasingly. “Do you need any help? I have the whole day?” It was a really sweet offer, but I didn’t know if I wanted her helping me box up my stuff. Besides, now that I’d had food, I was starting to feel the tiredness creeping up on me again.

“Thanks, but it’s okay,” I told her. “You should spend today with your family. I got this. Besides, I want to get some shuteye first. Now that I’ve eaten, I want to sleep a bit.” What had happened with her family, anyway? It was none of my business, but a family emergency sounded serious. I went to ask the question, but a yawn ripped through me, forcing my jaws wide open. All of a sudden, I was weary to the bone. Debbie was saying something, but I lost whatever it was as my eyes began to close…

*

I woke up in my bed. It was dark; I’d slept all day again. Shit, I passed out right there at the table! Debbie! The panicked though was interrupted by something warm stirring against my left side. That was when I smelled the perfume and shampoo again, and felt the soft, even breath against my shoulder.

Debbie was lying in bed with me! I stiffened, not knowing what to do. Beneath the blankets it felt like I still had my shorts on, though I was sporting a bad case of morning — or in this case, evening — wood. The outlandish thought entered my mind that Debbie might be naked, but from the feel of her pressed up against my left arm, she was still clothed. In the darkness, I couldn’t see much but the vaguest impression of her face.

Gingerly, I peeled back the blanket and started to sit up, stifling a groan as my ribs flared in pain. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to stay in bed with Debbie as long as possible, but I smelled like I hadn’t showered in weeks, and I was sure that any chance I had to take things further with her would be bolstered by being clean.

Any attempt I made at being quiet was ruined when I collapsed halfway to the door, falling awkwardly onto the bed to save myself the pain of hitting the floor. Debbie came awake with a start. “Jake? Is that you?”

“Yep,” I groaned as I tried to work muscles that appeared to be made of water. “Sorry to wake you.”

There was a shuffling sound, and I felt the bed shifting. A second later, the light came on. Debbie was kneeling on the bed, looking down at me lying face up, my upper body on the mattress, my legs on the floor. “You passed out at the table. I nearly called an ambulance, but you said you were up all night, so I figured it was just exhaustion.” She kept talking as she got off the bed and helped me to my feet by slinging one of my arms across her shoulders. “I didn’t want to leave you in case something went wrong, so I stayed. I hope that’s okay.”

“Thank you,” I said as I leaned against her, wavering slightly. “I’ve been overdoing it, I think.”

“I’ll say,” Debbie said as she guided me out the door and across to the bathroom. “It’s time you got cleaned up, I think.” She pulled open the shower screen with one hand. “Step in and lean against the wall,” she instructed, suddenly sounding as efficient as a nurse. Confused, I did so, and got the shock of my life when her hands when to the button of my shorts.

Instinctively, I batted her away. “You don’t need to do that!” I blathered. “I can shower myself.” Debbie put her hands on her hips and frowned at me critically.

“You can barely stand up,” she countered. My legs chose that moment to wobble, and she quickly stepped into the stall and pressed herself into me, stopping my fall. “See?” She added dryly. “Now move your hands, Jake. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and besides, it’s just a shower.”

Just a shower. Right. Closing my eyes, I moved my hands away, cringing inside at the thought of Debbie being disappointed when she looked at my penis. *She’s cute,* a voice said inside my head. çapa escort *I say let her wash you down.*

What the fuck? That wasn’t Cloud’s voice! Indy? I asked internally as my shorts came open and began to slide down my legs under Debbie’s insistent but careful tugging. My erection sprung free, bobbing a couple of times before becoming still. I heard the faintest sound from Debbie. Was she laughing? I wanted to die inside.

*That’s my name,* the voice replied sarcastically. *What is this? Am I dreaming?*

I don’t think so, I told him. It’s a long story, but you’re sharing my experience as I shared yours.

Indy was no fool. *You’re the one I felt in my head recently, aren’t you?*

Yeah, that’s me.

*How is this happening?* Indy demanded. *Is this like reincarnation? Or the merging of spirits through some sort of ritual?* Despite his confusion, he was sounding excited at the prospect. He started waffling on about the ancient rites of the Mesopotamians, but I interrupted him.

I’ll explain soon, I promised. But I’m a little distracted right now, you know? Debbie finished pulling my shorts off my feet and threw them over her shoulder.

“That’s better,” she said as she straightened. She met my eyes and suddenly seemed uncertain. “I want you to know, Jake, that I, um, wouldn’t do this normally, but I was um, worried about you and-“

“Hey,” I interrupted gently, cupping her chin in my fingers. “It’s okay. I appreciate the help and I think you’re really sweet. Thank you.” Now, where had that come from?

*Don’t mention it, kid,* Indy said in my head. *But you’re gonna owe me one, after this.*

“I hope you don’t mind my uh, situation, down there,” I said to Debbie smoothly, flicking my eyes southward. “I was dreaming about this girl, and then I woke up next to her. In fact, I’m not sure I’m not still dreaming.” Debbie’s eyes were locked on mine as if she was unable to pull them away.

Long moments passed. “Jake,” she finally whispered, tilting her face up and parting her lips. “It’s not a dream.” Our lips met, then, and I relished my first kiss. Her lips were soft, wet and perfect. I did my best, but with Indy’s help I was kissing her like I’d been doing it for years. A minute later, our mouths parted and Debbie was resting her head against my chest, catching her breath. “Jake,” she said between breaths. “That was… I didn’t expect…”

“I’m full of surprises,” I claimed in a voice far more confident than my usual one. “And I think you bring out the best in me.”

She giggled against my chest. “I like that.” Lifting her face again, she smiled at me. “And I think you’re really going to like this.” My heart stopped as her hands grasped the bottom of her tank top and began to lift it. Time slowed down as the top came off her body and was discarded. Her breasts bulged against the black lacy bra beneath. I got the impression Indy was just as dumbstruck as me. Next, she shimmied out of her skirt to reveal matching panties, a bare wisp of lacy fabric.

Suddenly, she turned her back to me and pulled her hair out of the way. “Can you help with this?” She asked as she indicated her bra. “It’s a bit funny sometimes, this one.” My eyes roved down the curve of her slim back to the delicious globes of her plump bottom, split by the lace of her thong. My heart raced and my hands trembled as I reached for the bra strap. I fumbled for a second, completely unsure how it worked.

Any help would be appreciated, Indy, I said internally.

I got the impression Indy was frowning. *Hmmm,* he mused. *This is different to the ones I’m used to, kid, but we should be able to…* For the briefest of moments, I lost control of my hands and felt my fingers twist and push together simultaneously, successfully opening the bra.

“Ah, that’s better,” Debbie sighed as she slipped her arms free from the straps and threw the garment from the shower stall. I could see the outsides of her breasts from behind her. Never in my life had I been so turned on. Not even with Tifa and Aerith. Those experiences had been out of this world, yet in a small part of my mind I knew that they were fictional, created. This was real.

My breath caught in my throat as Debbie bent forward in front of me and pulled her thong off. My cock lurched, wanting to bury itself between those plump cheeks. I caught a glimpse of bare pussy lips between her thighs and felt the threatening urge to cum rising in me. Somehow, I got a hold of myself just in time.

Debbie turned, giving me my first proper look at her naked body. She was perfect; her boobs were big on her short frame, sitting proudly on her chest. Her nipples were small compared to the orbs they capped, pink and hard. Lower, her tummy was almost flat, but not quite, showing perhaps a bit of baby fat, but it was only minimal, and I found it quite appealing. Further down, her pussy was as bare and smooth as her creamy thighs. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said with a smile as she reached for the knob on the wall. Inconsistent sprays of water began to pelt us, and we both laughed.

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After the first day of travel Jareth was quite taken with Cley. They talked about everything under the suns and then some. When they finally decided to stop for the night, the trio was about 15 miles away from their destination. Jareth offered to go get the wood, but Cley butted in “You have gotten lost before and I won’t allow you to do so again, I will get the wood. You boys play nice and set up camp.” She blew a kiss to both and walked away.

“So…what are you traveling with her for?” Jareth asked.

“I am traveling with her as a guard, to make sure no harm comes to her.” Braxlin replied through clenched teeth. He knew why Jareth was asking, he had practically dominated Cleys’ attention all day. Braxlin knew that Jareth was interested in Cley for more then just a friend.

“Oh, that’s nice of you to do that, although I would have declined such a job. I would be too tempted to pay more attention to her rather then the threats she might, or might not, be under.” Jareth was chatting to empty space when he turned around, Braxlin was gone.

@~>~~~

Cley wandered the forest looking for kindling and logs alike. She was humming a hymn when she heard heavy breathing to her left. “Braxlin, quite playing and come out here.” She continued to collect sticks. “Come on and get your but over here and help me if camp is set up already.” After saying this she turned in the direction of the noise nişantaşı bayan escort she heard and saw nothing. “Jareth, is that you? Come give me a hand.” She started walking towards the area where the noise came from and peered around a tree. Nothing. There was nothing there. She shook her head, thing she was just hearing things and started to turn around.

As soon as she was facing away from the tree, strong arms hugged her tightly to an equally strong chest. “I am watching you” whispered a scratchy voice, “and I do not like the way you are carrying on with that foreigner.”

“Watching me? For how long?” Cley whispered.

“Long enough to know your worth.” With that he let her go and when Cley turned around, no one was there.

“That was so creepy.” Cley shuddered.

“What was creepy?” asked Jareth as he came around the same tree that Cley was just looking at. “Are you O.K.? You look spooked, like you saw a ghost or something.”

“No, no ghost, but something is right.” Cley shivered and rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

Jareth saw what was happening, she was in shock. “Cley, come here, let’s get you back to camp.” He started to pull her towards the camp when they heard it; drums. He looked at Cley, who just stared at him blankly and blinked, then decided to follow the sound of the drums. Making their way over fallen trees and bayan escort around shrubs, progress was slow but steady. After a half hour they started to see lights ahead, torches to be exact. As they approached, Jareth suggested they slow down so as not to be discovered. Crouching behind some bushes, they stared at the scene unfolding before them.

Fourteen people, seven men and seven women, were all standing around a bonfire naked but for masks upon their faces. The movements they were making indicated a fertility ritual. The biggest thing that gave it away was the two people in the center of the circle facing each other and caressing the other person’s skin. As Jareth and Cley watched the two people leaned in to kiss, the mouths met and suddenly you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. They were all over each other.

Cley watched, fascinated by the scene in front of her. As she watched the lovers she couldn’t help but think about the night she almost gave herself to Braxlin. Thinking about that made her want a repeat episode. Turning her attention back to the action in front of her, she noticed for the first time a stone table on the other side of the fire. She noticed it because the lovers were now on it. The woman lay on her back with her legs wrapped around the man. The motion of his hips pumping into her was hypnotic; it was hard to tear her gaze away.

Jareth maslak escort was dumbfounded by what he saw. This was not real, in any way. It was almost like being home again; they did this same ceremony every year. Watching the lovers brought back some good memories, very good indeed. He had participated once, this ritual happened to fall upon the same day as his passage into manhood. He remembered to way he had to last through the whole ceremony without any relief. During the last few moments of the whole ordeal he was allowed to release all the pressure that had built up.

Jareth was turning to tell Cley they should leave when he saw her legs slowly rubbing together, as if trying to relieve some unknown pressure between her legs, and he was fairly sure what kind it was. “Cley” he said, startling her, “let’s get going, I am sure Braxlin’s worrying by now.”

Cley cast one more longing glance at the action by the bonfire, which Jareth saw, and started to stand up. “You’re right, let’s get going. Will you help me collect the wood as we go?”

“You know it.” Jareth smiled at her.

@~>~~~

Braxlin was getting everything ready to start a search when he heard Cley and Jareth coming. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?” He screamed while grabbing Cley in a bone crushing hug. “You” he said glaring at Jareth, “have a LOT to answer for.”

“Answer for?” Jareth sneered. “You were the one who decided to disappear into thin air. Where were you while I was helping Cley find her way back?”

“Where I was is none of your business.” Braxlin forced out between clenched teeth.

“It may not be his, but it sure is mine.” Cley said, shooting Braxlin a look that could kill.

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Fair warning: This story contains some pretty dark themes. If you’re okay with that, I hope you enjoy.

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Not even Meerach’s lewd caresses could have lessened the blow.

The rain hid Ana’s tears, as she looked from on top of a hill at what remained of Forestwood. The charred husks of what once were houses had been overgrown by grass and weeds. There at least stood a graveyard for all those that lost their lives. Unfortunately, most of them were unmarked. There would be no way to tell if anyone survived.

Beyond the town limits stood a small military barracks – maybe one platoon of soldiers from Durandia. Next to it stood a small outpost with a bulletin board with a number of wanted posters. A few moments later, Ana was in front of the posters, studying them. The first one that got her attention was her own.

WANTED
GEM OF MEERACH
THE GEM TO THE AMULET OF MEERACH STOLEN FROM ORDER OF SAIS
10,000 GOLD COINS TO WHOMEVER RECOVERS THE GEM
THE THIEF MAY BE TAKEN DEAD OR ALIVE

Too bad for them, I’m never going back.

Ana shivered in delight as Meerach’s touches intensified for a moment. She had to admit. Her fears about the demon were unfounded. Exercising her newfound powers with those adventurers felt very good.

“Who are you?!”

A soldier had spotted her and was already pointing a spear at her back. He was unsure if he should have been scandalized or scared. The woman was armored, but her backside was…exposed. More surprising was how she did not move or even flinch. In fact, she was completely non-responsive.

“I said who are you!?”

She finally turned sideways and looked at him. Despite the very accurate human details of her breastplate, the soldier turned almost as pale as her at the sight of her eyeless helmet. Worse yet, was the barely concealed rage on her face as she pointed to the poster she had been looking for.

WANTED
DEAD OR ALIVE
PERCY THE PREDATOR
LEADER OF THE SILENT MOONS BANDITS
FOR PILLAGING, RAPE, AND MURDER OF THE KING’S SUBJECTS
REWARD OF 500 GOLD PIECES

“Where?” Ana demanded.

The soldier stammered “I-i-i-i don’t think that’s a very…”

“WHERE!?”

The guard flinched away from her. “In the hills to the south! taksim escort That’s all I know! Don’t kill me!””

The entire camp heard the shouting and came to investigate. All they found was was the young man sitting in the mud, shaking in fear. Thankfully, the rain had hidden the fact that he had wet himself. What he was shouting at was gone.

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Do not stay your hand . Do not hold back. Vengeance will soon be yours.

Meerach’s voice kept echoing in Ana’s head as she ran tirelessly through the hills looking for the bandits’ hideout. It was no wonder the soldiers failed to find them. The area made for an almost perfect place to lay low. Almost.

A few hours later, the rain had ended and she had found them. A small fortification could be seen in front of a cave opening – a mine, perhaps? A small palisade with a wooden gate had been set up, plus a couple of wooden platforms as lookout points. Indeed, there were a pair of archers on the platforms, but they must have been either blind or asleep. Ana was making no attempt to hide herself, and no one seemed to notice.

Now is the time. Do it. Kill them all!

Without any second thought or hesitation she drew her sword and charged, screaming at the top of her lungs. As expected, the sentries were quite startled and scrambled to nock their crossbows. Too late. Ana had already leaped on top of the wall and with a single swing, she easily removed the head of one of them. Before the body even fell, she used her clawed gauntlet to rip out one of the man’s ribs and hurled it into the other’s forehead, right between the eyes. The second man’s eyes rolled up as the rib protruded from his skull, and he, too, fell dead.

Ana staggered a bit in the throes of the most intense orgasm she ever had. Meerach was right; true release came with the kill. Time to kill the rest.

As if right on cue, several more bandits came through the door to see what was going on. Only one stood his ground as the black-armored terror dove right for him. Running only gave the rest a second or two longer to live.

Ana was lost in a haze of sexual bliss as she cut a bloody swathe through the tunnels of the hideout. With inhuman precision, each swing escort bayan of her sword sliced through a weapon, a piece of armor, and even bone as easily as if she were cutting butter. Anyone who got in her way died. Anyone who stood aside died. She even made a game of how many ways she could kill a man. It did not take long for her to be covered head to toe with bandit blood and her own wetness running down her inner legs.

It has been so long since I’ve properly tasted battle. We should do this again, soon.

She took a few moments to calm down and survey the carnage around her. There was one man she still needed to kill: Percy the Predator. He was not among the dead.

At the end of the cave, she found a curtained alcove. Ripping the curtain off, there was a simple bed and a bearskin rug, but in the corner…she finally found him. Percy was naked as the day he was born, holding an equally naked slave girl with a knife at her throat. Ana just stood there expressionless without a spec of blood from all the men she just killed.

Percy knew he was dead. Still, desperation made him shout “Back off or the bitch dies!”

How pathetic. Just kill them both and be done with it.

Ana simply smiled.

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That night, what was once a steady rain followed by some calm was now a series of thunderstorms. Captain Curtiss Helman once again cursed his assignment to this gods-forsaken backwater. Today was the strangest day he’s had since being assigned to this post. First, there was the foolish guard who claimed he saw a devil woman. Now these gods damned storms! It looked like the troops were going to get some extra drills, tomorrow. Not much comfort, but it was better than nothing.

Suddenly, noises could be heard outside. The men could be heard shouting at someone to halt outside. Great, another annoyance, he thought to himself. Muttering under his breath, he got up from his desk and made for the door, ready bash some heads together. Instead, he never made it out the door.

In front of him, stood a woman whose description was matched almost perfectly: pasty white skin, obscene armor, eyeless helmet. This time, though, she was smiling evilly. The devil woman was real! She was surrounded topkapı escort by over a dozen men who kept her at spear point while keeping a good distance away from her. Over her shoulder, wrapped in a soaking wet blanket, was a young woman, while in her other hand was a bag drenched in blood on the bottom.

She raised the bag toward the captain. “I’m here to collect a bounty.”

Reluctantly, the captain took the bag and peered inside. Sure enough, there was a head in there – the head of…”Percy the Predator,” he whispered in disbelief. “How did you-?”

“I can do things most men can’t,” the woman replied in an overly seductive tone. “Such as slaughter bandits like lambs.”

She knelt down and gently placed the unconscious woman on the floor. “She’ll be fine. She just had a rough time with Percy.”

Captain Helman just stood there in awe, unable to speak as he studied the strange visitor.

I response, Ana started groping her breastplate and pinching its nipples. “I know you like what you see, but I’d like my money, please.”

“Oh! Right!” Helman’s face went beet red as he hopped over to his desk and took out some parchment and a pen. “I-i-i don’t have don’t have the money, here. But if you give this message to the sheriff of Lowton (LO-ton), he will pay you.”

As he wrote the message, something dawned on him. “What is you name, by the way?”

It took several seconds to think of a response. “Ana. Ana Meerach.”

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I’m surprised. I had actually thought you were going to kill that girl.

Ana smiled to her self as she made her way down the rain-soaked road. There was no need to kill the poor girl. There would be many bandits, brigands, and monsters which would be a great pleasure to kill.

And how exactly did you save her? These men have probably not seen a woman in months. Hell, just keep her and fuck her yourself.

And where would she keep the girl? That village was where her home used to be. Besides, she gave the captain enough of an incentive to not allow anyone to touch her.

Ha Ha! Yes! The idiot pissed himself so much, it was all over the floor!

Fortunately, the rain washed off the stench. Still, when she got the money, a bath would be nice.

Suit yourself. Still, was it wise to use my name? It won’t take long until word gets out and you’ll be a target.

As if the the look he gave her would stick out like a sore thumb.

Point taken.

Their conversation went on much like that as she disappeared into the night.

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Deathless Reign

Chapter 8

By: Noobwriter96

Ayleth was helpless as the monstrous Whisper treated her like slab of meat for his own twisted pleasure. Tears running down her face, the Power infused fluid that lubricated his gargantuan monstrosity of a manhood slid in and out of her overused vagina with such ease. Ayleth’s tears clouded the edges of her vision until they were filled to the brim, streaming down her flushed red cheeks and into the puddle of saliva and tears. A trembling whimper would escape her lips with each vicious thrust.

Bent over and faced down with one hand atop her head as the Whisper pressed her cheek against the cold stone, such posture made her stomach pressed tightly against her own thighs, rump upraised as her exposed slit was assailed with such force, fluids spraying in a miniature explosion.

Her vagina was aflame, the walls of her folds twitched sporadically against the flaming intensity that permeated from the engorged cock that continually defiled her. Her own lips rebelled as each thrust sent an involuntary moan. Just as she thought that would have been the end of it, hands grasped her waist, as if a tool made for rutting and he used it to full force, the resounding slapping.

A rhythmic chorus that bounded off the enclosed shrine with his guttural grunts and her folds clinging tightly to his mammoth, both agony and carnal delight brough shame to her. In weakened whimpers and broken sobs was her state as another hot pouring of jism slid down, tingling her inner thigh stopping at the collected puddle of fluids that pooled beneath her.

Once more she was made to lay on her back, too exhausted and weakened to put up much of struggle. Chest heaving and flesh flushed the color of red. The fiend, lifted her legs to his shoulders and gain purchase as he gripped her ankles and buried his member once more into her nearly spent pussy.

Eight times did Whisper unload his loins into the acolyte’s slit in a dozen different position. The beast had succeeded in what his dark masters have all sought, to gain a body and walk the Physical plain. With the Chosen of the Goddess spent and lathered in a blanket of his jism, he yearned for other flavors.

He turned towards the doorway leading to a world ripe for conquering.

As he took that first step towards his ambition, the world suddenly swayed before his eyes. He misstep and stumbled and just as fast as it had come, it was gone. The gargantuan undead shook his head, merter escort upset by what had transpired.

What was that? A moment of weakness? He was supposed to be powerful and invincible, an instrument of the cruel will of the Dark Gods. As he pondered, a hand suddenly gripped his foot and was surprised to see the holy woman still conscious. With all the strength she could muster, she crept up towards his chiseled thighs and grasped his cock. The Whisper was not threatened, only amused as he watched the woman cradled his manhood and put it into her lips.

The Whisper laughed.

He took it as her surrender and submission to her own inner darkness.

“Yes, yes! Submit to your base instincts, Chosen.”

A new sensation, this time the allure of a tongue wrapped wovenly around his manhood. His toes were restless as was the tongue that explored and riveted the top helmet of his member, sending every nerve to their ends.

The depraved thought of his drenched manhood having soaked up the juices of her cunt and now savored by her tongue was more than enough to coax out another load from fruits of his loins. He cusped her puny head in his hands and worked her mouth, filling every space with the bulging intrusion of his member, keen to pour his seed down her throat. Tears formed once more in those precious blue orbs of hers, as she took his girth right into the confines of her mouth, the very tip sliding down the cascades of her throat. Saliva frothed at the sides of her mouth and down her neck in a waterfall of bodily fluids.

But upon reaching the pinnacle of his climax, another wave of dizziness assailed him. He staggered and was sent on his knees., vertigo erupting right behind his eyes. For a moment, The Whisper felt the consciousness of Reign within trying to break free from his mental prison. Diverted was his attention that he nearly missed the words of the acolyte.

“I knew it,” strong and confident came the words from the seemingly beleaguered woman. Blonde strands of her sweat-drenched hair matted to her skin. She now stood, shoulders heaving and flustered, dress rend from his excessive rutting. The skirt of her tunic drenched in their fluids while the cut of her clothes’ neck now revealed one pale breast, the pink of her nipple peering.

“You have indeed a massive power within you, but it is not limitless. You are no god, creature of Death,” Ayleth bristled.

Much to his surprise, she stepped forth and parted her legs escort istanbul before him so that her fair-haired sex faced before him in a display of pure arrogance that annoyed the Whispers, “You will not harm the villagers, creature. Not as I draw breath.”

Ayleth grasped the fiend’s twitching manhood and gripped it as tightly. The animal instinct to survive told the Whispers this woman had become a threat, that he should deal with the Chosen of Nyella permanently. But louder were the words of the insatiable animal lust he felt, overriding any thoughts of preservation for another taste of her cunt.

The Whispers seethed out his teeth as her walls parted and clenched the membrane of his manhood with the purest intent of squeezing the last drop of his loins. she rode him, feeling and swaying her hips, teeth gritting as her nerves electrified with each tilt of his cock hitting her folds. Battered though her slender frame was, this was her revenge, the counter-attack from the humiliation and degradation she had suffered. She may have lost the battle but she will not lose the war for the soul of this village.

All the acolyte had to do was make him release all the monster’s accumulated power into her rather than wreak havoc on poor women of the village. She owed them much from caring a complete stranger and taking her into their fold.

Ayleth buried her nails into the creature’s muscles, the heat from his great body not only sent her blood boiling but stoked the darkest, wicked thoughts in her. Thoughts that she didn’t know she possessed as her impaled groin swayed with vigor at the enveloped cock within. Red heat once more spread through her torso, shawling her shoulders like a flustered bride. Her breathing changed too, as if she could forget the woes of the world and be in this moment of exhilaration.

It seems his promise of corruption was no idle threat.

Hips shaking. Lips quivering. A trembling convulsion spread in every muscle of the brute as his eyes went white and veins bulging in utter consternation and pressure. He bit down on his lips as Ayleth felt his cock harden as she had never before, the very heat itself almost melting her insides. A sensation she had never before conceived of thinking. A carnal moan escaped from her throat as her hips heightened at a speed never before possible.

Eight times did the imploded unload his jism and now Ayleth now recognized the telltale sign. Both thrusted with the gusto of a hurricane, a typhoon of etiler escort lust and rage.

“GAHH!” roared the beast, seed frothing in volumes within the young woman. Her nails dug deep into the muscle, uncaring of any pain she may have caused as she too locked in the throes of the climax. Steam rose from his body, a sizzling expulsion, as he swayed to and fro. Eyes flittered as this time it was the giant undead who struggled to stay conscious.

“My….My power…..is limitless!” the undead wheezed, unable rise. Ayleth broke apart from him, veins in fire as she stumbled away depleted.

An animal indeed, thought Ayleth, for it failed to realize that although the power he held was massive, it was not endless. And with each release of his potent ichor, his hold over Reign’s body waned, this Ayleth reckoned upon seeing him stagger that first time. Every part of a being infused with the Greater Power becomes potent and brimming with special properties. He was no real living being. And she was certain that whatever forth came from his loins were no simple seed either. It sizzled and brimmed with energy.

The Death Light that powered every undead was energy. It confounded her as to how a dead man still produced jizm from his loins for that could not be. The seed of man were of Life. It was in that brief moment of weakness that built her suspicion.

“This cannot be……” As it finally dawned on him of the fact of his defeat. Bit by bit, the Power left the beast, muscles returned as they had been, from their red rage to its pale-dead hue.

She hadn’t been certain, but there was no need for the vile thing to know that. Rather even, she even took pleasure in seeing the thing weaken in power.

“This is not the end of it, Chosen. I will return.” Power still coursed through the creature, even as it transformed back to Reign’s features. Eyes returning to their original milky white and green. At that promise, Ayleth felt her insides shrink and churn, but her outward appearance was still as stone itself.

“For as long as there is Reign, you will never be rid of me!” he roared in strength despite losing control of Reign’s body.

“And I’ll be here waiting, ever vigilant.” She met the creature’s gaze with her own until the dark purple light was banished into the depths of Reign’s psyche, weakened but vengeful.

As the last vestiges of the Whisper’s corruption had finally ceased, the mortal soul of Reign had finally returned to his normal self, or as normal as can be for an undead.

She prayed her gratitude to the goddess for giving her the strength, as her eyes rolled from exhaustion and she toppled beside Reign’s returned form, the victor of this battle.

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A/N: Hey there everyone! I just got back from vacation. I had to wait for my new editor to get caught up with this story, but I was able to email Todger the next part before I left. Anyway, here’s the next part. I hope you enjoy it!

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By the time the ladies made it to their destination, everyone was there, even Meridian. Glancing at her future sister-in-law, Galeena noticed something different about Meridian. Soon she realized what the difference was. It was her appearance. Meridian’s normally wild hair was pulled up with combs showcasing her slim neck. Tendrils of hair curled down and she wore earrings. Was she wearing pink rouge on her cheeks? Galeena had never seen the young lady look so feminine before, not even at the banquet the night she arrived. Saying nothing, Galeena headed past her to where Torrence was. When she passed Meridian, she caught a whiff of a flowery smell and figured it was perfume. Even though Galeena’s mind was filled with questions, she remained silent. Suddenly she remembered that she had a telepathic connection to Verdius. Ankor and Torrence taught her how to use it, so she’d take advantage of it now.

“Verdius, did you notice the change in Meridian’s appearance?” she asked telepathically.

Verdius looked at Meridian before replying back through their private link.

“Yes, I do now.”

“Do you know why?”

“Oh, Meridian is in love with Rowan, the Fire Dragon Clan Ruler.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I once caught Meridian sneaking off to meet him near the border when Torrence and Ankor were on Earth. She was originally traveling to the area to visit Icarus’ family, but meeting Rowan was the real goal. I promised not to tell Lagina or the Council if she promised not to sneak off again. She did and told me Rowan was her soul mate.”

“That’s wonderful. But why did she sneak off in the first place?”

“No one else knows they are mates and tensions are a bit high between our clan and Rowan’s, especially since Torrence’s father, brother, and my dragon kin were found dead near the border.”

“Oh. Still though, I would think Meridian and King Rowan’s union be a good thing.”

“I am with you there.”

Minutes later the group was outside waiting for the next arrivals. Unlike the last party, this one didn’t have as many due to the distance. In fact, Torrence was expecting less from the other clans because of that very reason. There was a part of him that hoped the rulers of the Light and Golden Dragon Clans would show up. As the Fire Dragon Clan entourage descended, Torrence felt himself tense up a bit. He could feel his partner react the same way. Even though the two clans were semi-friendly with each other, it did not stop Torrence from wondering if someone from Rowan’s clan killed his two family members and their partners.

Galeena saw how Torrence stiffened up and said the same thing he said earlier, “It’ll be fine.”

Torrence turned quickly to Galeena, saw her encouraging grin, and relaxed a bit as he returned her smile. Happy she was able to calm her love down Galeena turned her attention to their new guests who had just landed. The Fire Dragons were mostly red with some maroon and orange coloring. They also appeared more gruff and fierce than their Water Dragon counterparts, even though they were about the same size.

The duo in front was two more from Galeena’s Elements series that she painted. Galeena recalled that King Rowan’s painting had been particularly hard because she felt different emotions coming from him every time she dreamt of him. She ended up painting the side she felt most at peace with; a guardian. Rowan was the exact same height and build as Torrence. His hair was scarlet red with long bangs that split at the top of his head and framed his face. The rest of his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and his eyes were maroon. His skin was bronze and Galeena could spot a few scars on his arms and legs.

His clothing was a bit more simplistic than the other two clans. Where the clothing of the Wind and Water Dragon Clans looked like they were from the middle ages, the Fire Dragon Clan members’ clothing looked to be inspired by Ancient Roman times. There was a reason why their clothing was minimalistic. It was due to the hot climate of the Redstone Mountains. On the other hand, the accessories the clan wore were more ornate and grand due to the clan’s specialty in metal making. A prime example of this skill was Rowan’s scepter holding the Fire stone, which looked like a ruby. The scepter was made of different colored metals that twisted together beautifully and looked like a torch.

Galeena turned fındıkzade escort her attention to Rowan’s partner, an orange and red male dragon named Ferric. He appeared just as stern as his partner. After Rowan and the human members of his clan dismounted, they approached the others. Torrence and his group bowed or curtseyed first before their guests did the same. After that, they stood there, the silence and tension growing. Finally, Ankor intervened.

“Rowan! It’s good to see you again.” He said coming forward to greet the ruler.

Rowan turned to the sorcerer and grinned a bit.

“It’s good to see you too Ankor. I hope the humidity here hasn’t caused you too much trouble.”

Ankor chuckled before Torrence replied, “We’re at a high enough elevation for that not to be an issue, Lord Rowan. At least it doesn’t scorch here.”

“The heat only makes my clan stronger though.”

For the next minute or two, Rowan and Torrence threw little insults at each other. Galeena wondered if anyone was going to stop them. She herself felt growing frustration towards both of the rulers, especially when she saw the looks of embarrassment from Lagina, Daphene, Meridian, and a matronly-looking woman from Rowan’s group. Normally, Galeena was a patient person, but even she had her limits. Finally she snapped.

“Would you two cut it out already?! Both of you are full grown men, not children!”

This reaction caused the two rulers to stop arguing and all eyes turned to Galeena. Torrence saw Galeena’s face flushed with anger and instantly regretted his actions. Rowan felt the same way and sought to rectify the situation.

“Forgive me, my lady. Lord Torrence and I tend to be at odds.”

“Well next time you two act this way, wait until you are in private and away from an audience.”

Rowan nodded, admiring the lady’s spirit. He figured this was the Lady Galeena who was betrothed to Torrence. All rulers received invitations to the upcoming nuptials, as it was customary.

“I shall do my best to heed your advice, my lady. My name is King Rowan Drake of Molter.” Rowan replied before bowing again.

Galeena curtseyed and answered, “It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty. My name is Lady Galeena and I am Lord Torrence’s betrothed. Would you be so kind as to introduce me to the other members of your party?”

Rowan smiled and did so. There were only four dragoons, their partners, and the matronly woman. One of the dragoons was Rowan’s younger sister, Fiona, and her partner was a red-orange female dragon named Eris, who was Ferric’s sister. The matronly woman was Rowan and Fiona’s mother, Queen Catherine. Her partner was a male dragon named Pyros. His scales were orange and he appeared to be the ‘gentlest’ of the Fire Dragons, even though his voice had a bit of growl to it.

After introductions were finished, everything seemed to have gone back to normal. As Lagina led Rowan’s group into the palace, Galeena noticed how Rowan and Meridian looked at each other. Torrence saw this look too and it took all of his control not to frown. He did not like anyone seeing his youngest sister, let alone the ruler he got along with the least. It was pretty ironic, seeing how his father and Rowan’s father, the late King Rolland, were best friends. Torrence wondered why he and Rowan never clicked. He wished things had been different, but the past was in the past and he must focus on the present and future.

Seeing Rowan’s group settling in, Torrence and Cerulos went to check on the status of the other arrivals. As king, Torrence had to keep tabs on scouts in the kingdom. They were situated at towers with detector stones in them that could locate magical signals and movement. The palace had its own detector stone and it was the biggest one in the kingdom. Located in the highest part of the palace, it was heavily guarded. There were four dragoons and dragons situated around a door, leading to the chamber the stone were in. Torrence and Cerulos entered the chamber. The stone was an oval shape, ten feet tall and grey in color and was held on a stand. Several people were observing it. The stone had to be constantly monitored; hence, there were five shifts that rotated so no one became tired. The ones who watched it at night were all singles who didn’t have families to take care of yet. All monitors used the stone for communication purposes too. Ankor created the stones in his youth.

When Torrence and Cerulos entered the room, everyone stopped and bowed.

“Any news on the other guests?” Torrence asked.

“Yes your majesty. Lord Garrison and his entourage just passed the town istanbul escort north of us and will be here in ten minutes.” A female monitor replied, referring to the leader of the Earth Dragon Clan.

“That’s good.” Torrence replied.

“Lord Hugo’s group arrived at our southern port an hour ago, so they should be here within the hour.” Said a male monitor.

Even though the majority of Nordina was one landmass, it still had islands around the mainland. Riviral was the closest area to it, but it still took almost a month to get there by ship. By dragon it took several weeks. Centuries ago it was by mutual consent that no conferences would be held in the two hidden clans as well as Nordina and Cystralla. The latter two were too far to travel to for the Dark and Ice Dragon Clan Rulers. With the two hidden clans it became too hard to find them. With the Light and Golden Dragon Clans incognito for years now, it did not cross anyone’s minds.

“What about Lord Vyx’s party?” asked Torrence.

“We just got word that they’ve past the Enigma Cliffs’ border. By the rate they are traveling, I say they will be arriving about the same time as Lord Hugo.” Said the third monitor, which was a dragon.

“It amazes me how fast Vyx’s party travels.” Commented Torrence.

“It’s because they always leave early, especially this time of the year when they get blizzards.” Cerulos said.

Torrence nodded and turned to the monitors.

“Thank you for everything. Keep up the good work.” Torrence told the workers before he and Cerulos left.

It wasn’t long before Galeena found herself greeting new arrivals. The party from the Earth Dragon Clan consisted of King Garrison Harold of Tagon, his partner, two dragoons, their partners, Garrison’s father, retired King Carter, and his partner. Garrison was the oldest of the rulers, already in his mid-thirties, married with three kids, all boys from ages five to twelve. His wife would have come, but their youngest was ill with a high fever, so his father came instead. Garrison almost did not come, but his wife made him come because of the conference’s importance. Introductions went without a hitch this time, until Verdius was introduced as Galeena’s partner.

“What? This little pipsqueak is your partner Lady Galeena?” exclaimed Garrison’s partner, an emerald green male dragon named Grogar.

Much like the Wind Dragons, the Earth Dragons looked like Eastern dragons from Earth.

Once again, Verdius almost lost his temper, but Galeena replied calmly, “He’s still growing good sir. Cerulos believes he’ll be bigger than him at some point, at least twenty feet tall. Are you still growing? You’re about the same height as Verdius.”

“Um, no.”

“Oh I see. Well it was a pleasure meeting you Sir Grogar. Next time can you please not insult my friend.” Galeena requested with a sweet smile, but anyone could detect the edge in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am.” Grogar replied, blushing in embarrassment.

This earned a chuckle from Garrison and the rest of the new arrivals.

“Don’t mind my partner Lady Galeena. He’s known to say the first thing that pops into his head.” Garrison explained.

The ruler had a grounded demeanor about him that made Galeena comfortable in his presence. This was helped by his appearance. His chocolate brown hair was straight and came down an inch below his shoulders. His complexion was peachy in color and his eyes were light brown. He was of medium build and his height was in between Zephyr and Torrence. The Earth stone looked like an emerald and its scepter was made out of wood. Garrison and the other humans in his party dressed simple like the Fire Dragon Clan so their clothes wouldn’t get snagged in the trees of the Emerald Mountains. Like Grogar most of the other Earth Dragons had different shades of green, but they were darker and one was all brown. That one was Carter’s partner, a female dragon named Sienna.

After Lagina made sure the Earth Dragon Clan members were settled, she and Galeena checked the kitchen to see if lunch was almost done. One of Galeena’s future duties was to make sure big meals were served on time.

“About time, I was starting starve here.” Verdius replied when he learned lunch would be served on time when the other rulers had arrived.

“Really, Verdius, you need to be more patient.” Scolded Lagina.

“Seeing how this is the first time he mentioned food Lagina, I’d say he has learned to be more patient.” Added Coreal.

“Yeah!” shouted Verdius.

“On the other hand, he still needs to work on his voice control.” Said Coreal, causing Verdius to lower his head.

“Don’t bayrampaşa escort worry Verdius. You’ll get better.” Galeena encouraged, earning a small smile from Verdius.

Just as the monitors predicted, the parties from the Silver and Dark Dragon Clans arrived at the same time. Both groups were greeted simultaneously since they landed at the same time. The dragons of the Dark Dragon Clan were Eastern in appearance and all black. The Silver Dragons were silver, although a few of them had blue coloring to them. Both groups had three people and dragons each.

The two leaders made Galeena uneasy. King Vyx Ivan of Xanus reminded her of the tales of the Ice Queen, only he was male, and he did look like the portrait she did. Just as she wondered, Vyx’s eyes were grey and fox like. His hair was silvery blue, with short hair in the back and longer in the front. His skin tone was almost white. Even though he was the shortest of the rulers, he had that aura about him that screamed stern. This is why he made her feel uneasy, even though he was very polite. His silver partner Blitz had the same feel. The Silver stone looked like a diamond. In Vyx’s party there were two dragoons and their partners.

It was the same with Hugo’s party. King Hugo Evan of Samson had skin as pale as Vyx’s, but that’s where the similarities ended. Hugo’s hair was comb back and was a coal black color. His eyes were just as black and he was the same height as Garrison. The Dark stone looked liked an onyx. When Galeena met him, he did greet her cordially, but there was something off about him and his partner, a male dragon named Weston. She wouldn’t worry about it now.

“Well, now that we’re all here, everyone can freshen up and we’ll have lunch soon.” Replied Torrence.

Everyone else nodded and Lagina led the way.

Lunch was served in the larger dining room. Galeena noticed the seating arrangements. The Silver and Wind Dragon Clans were seated with the Water Dragon Clan on one side. The fire Dragon Clan sat on the opposite end, with the Earth and Dark Dragon Clans near them. Ankor opted to sit next to Rowan to help keep the peace. Something told Galeena that the peace wouldn’t last long. The conference itself only consisted of the rulers and their partners. They would talk about events that happened that year as well as current and upcoming events that affected all clans. Ankor was allowed to attend the conference, but only as an observer and could only interfere if things got out of order. The dragoons and dragons that came with the rulers would guard the room they would be in.

Galeena would be helping Lagina host activities for the rest of their guests. After the conference was over, there would be some free time before dinner. Tomorrow a dance was planned for the guests to help them relax and to help create camaraderie between clan rulers. Galeena was looking forward to it.

At the moment, she was talking to Beatrice and Zephyr, who were asking her about her wedding plans. Tallisa was sitting next to Galeena, followed by her twin. They helped give out the details that Galeena could not remember.

“Have your seamstresses started on your gown?” Beatrice asked.

“Yes. The day after the twins arrived we went to the seamstresses and they helped us come up with a design.” Galeena answered.

“So you’re having a winter theme huh? Where did the idea come from?” asked Zephyr.

“Well, it was the color scheme that inspired the theme.”

“You ought to visit Cystralla for some inspiration.” Beatrice recommended.

Galeena never thought of that and immediately turned to Torrence with a hopeful look. The twins turned to Torrence also.

“That is actually a good idea. What do you think cousin?” Tamera asked Torrence.

“And just what do you plan on doing there exactly?” Torrence asked in return.

“Oh get a few extra things.” Tallisa smiled.

“Well, as much as I would love the idea of travelling to Cystralla right now, unfortunately the wedding is less than a month away. Travelling wouldn’t be good right now because we’re all busy enough as it is.”

Galeena was sadden by this, but knew he was right.

Seeing the disappointment in Galeena’s eyes, Torrence added, “However, we can go to there for our honeymoon.”

This earned a bright smile from Galeena.

“Thank you Torrence. I miss seeing snow.” She said.

Torrence took her hand and kissed the top of it, causing her to blush and everyone else around them to smile.

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A/N: The next part will be the last section of Ch. 6. And no worries we will be exploring more of Fraidel. It was really fun coming up with the different personalities of these rulers. You’ll get to know their dragon partners better. Comments are appreciated, but no flames please. I do hope ya’ll will continue to hang on with me. Next submission will be for Stones of Incienda. I hope ya’ll check that one out too.

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Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2000-2007

The sexual situations in this story will be far ranging, and may prove disturbing to some readers. Please be warned that the villains of the story are really evil, and the things they do are not glossed over, or toned down.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

This is an edited version of this tale, making use of what I’ve learned since starting to post at Literotica, and the services of my tireless editor, Roust Writer.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica awoke, and tried to come to grips with the truth. Celes was gone when she regained consciousness, as was Zoraster.

Danica felt her Art burning inside her. She shuddered as she cast a spell for the first time in so long, a simple telekinesis cantrip that brought a glass of water from the bedside table to her hand.

She drank down the water, and filled her cup a second time. All the while, her mind raced, as it tried to wrap around the knowledge that every ounce of lust and need she had experienced while here was her own, and not some dark spell of Zoraster’s controlling her.

She felt dirty — body and mind — and so she drew a bath, settling into it with a content moan. More memories of what she had done came to her as she bathed. No matter how hard she tried to press them away into the back of her mind, the memories just kept coming. With those thoughts came arousal — and need.

Danica’s fingers were gently teasing between her legs before she even realized it. She caressed herself in the warm water to a soft, shivering orgasm, knowing that there was no way to deny her body what it wanted.

Her need was not sated, and when the aftershocks started to die down, she slid two fingers deep inside her. She stroked her fingers in and out quickly, while she rubbed her clit in fast circles with the other hand.

She came again — a much deeper orgasm this time. It caused her to gasp in pleasure, and she arched her back as it hit her, splashing water from the tub.

For the moment, the heat within cooled somewhat, but still she needed more. She needed to be penetrated, or at the least have warm lips and a tongue on her, before she was truly going to feel satisfied.

Danica toweled her body dry, put in a plug to stop her flow, and then dressed. She lay on the bed, continuing to fight back the confusing whirl of thoughts and desires.

She was aching for satisfaction, bored to tears, tormented by her thoughts and memories, and could not sit or lie still. Trying to release the nervous energy inside her, Danica paced the room, finally walking over to the door.

Danica laid a hand on the knob, and then turned it slightly. To her surprise, it opened. Cracking the door open, she peeked outside the room. The only thing to see was a guard standing just to the left of the door. He looked at her and asked, “What’re you about girlie?” The man looked somewhat confused as to what he should do.

The guard was muscular and attractive. He had wavy brown hair and incredible eyes. Danica found her eyes leaving his and centering on his trousers, trying to see beneath them. Her need surged within her.

Too aroused to care, and praying it would take her mind off other more disturbing things she had done, she approached the guard with a sly, sexy smile. Danica strutted to him, using the flimsy silken shift to good advantage. She rubbed the man’s muscular arm as she spoke, “Isn’t it about time for you to take a break or something? Why not come in and keep me company?”

The guard’s eyes widened, and then he seemed to think with the head on his shoulders for a moment by some great surge of will. “I’m on duty,” he said in perfect military tone.

“Pshaw! There’s nobody around at all. Nobody will notice if you’re not at your post for ten minutes — or twenty maybe,” she said with a grin and a wink. The hand that had been on his arm slid lower, to his trousers.

The guard shuddered and seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. “I’m on duty,” he said again, but it did not sound anywhere near as convincing this time.

Danica was growing frustrated with this military mindlessness. She needed more than her fingers inside her, and she needed it now. She slipped her hand downward even more, and wrapped it around his rapidly swelling cock. “You’re certainly standing at attention,” she said, looking up into his eyes.

The guard glanced back and forth down the hall. The war within him was growing more violent. The side of common sense beşiktaş escort was slowly losing ground.

Danica pulled the front of his trousers down to rub his bare, and now fully hard cock. “Please,” she pleaded, as she looked into his eyes with an expression of longing need.

He still did not make a move to take her into the room, so Danica dropped to her knees, licked her lips, and slipped the head of his cock between them.

Two sucks from her warm mouth, and common sense lost the war. The guard pulled her up to her feet, and hurried her into the room. He tossed off his clothes quickly, obviously wanting to take care of the throbbing between his legs, and be back out into the hall before anyone noticed he was gone.

Danica peeled off the silken shift she wore, and let the panties pool to the floor. When the man bent down to watch what he was doing, as he kicked all his clothing into one easy to locate pile, she pulled the string and popped out the plug, tossing it into a waste bin by the bed.

She slid onto the bed and said, “Take me,” rubbing one hand over her breasts and the other over her sex, parting the labia to give him a good view.

He didn’t waste a moment. He climbed up on the bed and mounted her, sliding deep inside her in one push. He was fucking her well, but hurriedly, and she knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Danica rubbed her bud in rapid circles, hoping she could keep up with him and come before he filled her up, and went soft. Her moans intertwined with his, as he stroked her depths. She could see the signs he was getting close in his eyes, and in his movements. Rubbing her clit harder, Danica tried to keep up with him.

It wasn’t enough. With a grunt, the guard buried his stiff rod inside her, and filled her. Danica growled and wrapped her legs around his back, holding him against her. She rocked her hips against him, while she continued to rub her clit with ever-increasing speed and pressure.

She toppled over the edge, and came hard — her back arched and her legs tightened around the guard, trying to pull him even deeper inside her. He was gasping as her walls clenched tight around his over-sensitive cock, and she bucked beneath him.

Finally, she released him and he jerked back. He was growing flaccid by the moment, and only then noticed the red stain on him, on her labia, and on the sheets. He shook his head and grunted, and then wiped his member clean with the edge of the sheet on the bed.

Once he was cleaned up, he smiled, bent down, and kissed her. She kissed him back passionately, while another aftershock shook her body. He emitted a little growling chuckle and said, “That was fun lass, mayhaps we can do it again sometime.”

“Mayhaps,” Danica responded with a grin, followed by the shuddering of another aftershock.

He grinned and quickly got dressed, peeked out the door, and let out a sigh of relief. Shutting the door behind him, he left Danica to float in her afterglow, mercifully lost in the warm feeling of her orgasm. For now, her mind was quiet.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

A short while later, Danica rose and got another cotton plug because she was making even more of a mess on the bed. She went to the tub to clean up before inserting it, and then returned to the bed to change the bedclothes.

Danica had just finished pulling on her silken shift when she heard muffled voices from outside. The thick door and walls made normal speaking sound like the hints of inarticulate whispers, and what she determined had to be shouts barely audible.

The only thing she heard plainly was a shouted, “No!” Immediately thereafter, she saw a bright flash of light, even through the tightly sealed door. It was followed by a faint thud against the wall, and then silence.

Part of Danica wanted to get up and go look outside to see what had happened. The other half of her was afraid to do so. She sat trying to decide, but the decision was taken from her as the door opened.

Zoraster stepped inside, sweeping the hem of his robe with a flourish. Danica could see a haze of smoke hanging in the air outside the door behind him. A sickly-sweet smell, mixed with the scent of ozone, reached Danica shortly after he closed the door.

“Quite entertaining, little rose,” Zoraster said with a smile, “Quite entertaining, indeed.” He paused and walked toward the foot of the bed, where he sat down in a nearby chair, which faced Danica.

Danica sat down on the bed, her posture straight and rigid, doing her best to face the madman with poise. She crossed her legs in a well-mannered fashion, and laid her hands in her lap. Danica looked at him with what she hoped was an absent look that conveyed she was barely interested.

Zoraster laughed, “Had the fool resisted, I likely would have given him leave when his shift had ended. As it is, he has…” Zoraster paused, staring into Danica’s brown eyes intently, “…left my employ on a quite bodrum escort permanent basis.” Zoraster punctuated the statement with a laugh that gave Danica the impression he was enjoying his own wit.

Danica knew then what the mixture of scents was — the smell of lightning and burnt flesh. She paled, knowing the guard she had lain with such a short time ago was now dead, burned, and twisted outside in the hall.

“Please do refrain from distracting those about their business in the future, little rose. There are plenty about who are at leisure at any given moment. I have decided not to punish you this time. The next time I shall not be so lenient. Do you understand?”

Danica swallowed and said, “Yes,” understanding very well that the madman meant every word he said.

“Good, good — now, on to business at hand. My little experiment and ruse is now at an end, though your servitude to me is not. You are still mine, little rose, to do with as I please. However, I have come to make you an offer that will earn you freedoms. Would you like to hear my offer?”

Danica didn’t want anything from the bastard, but the thought of continuing this repetitious existence caused her to say, “Yes.”

Zoraster nodded, “I shall have tasks for you of quite varied sorts. You will undertake them without argument, save when you feel you have a better way to achieve the same goals. In return, freedoms shall be granted to you. Do you accept this new servitude?”

Danica tried to sort out the whirlwind of thoughts in her head for a moment, and then realized that the other options were worse — indeed non-existent. Her conscience won out, however, and she decided to accept her fate rather than do anything for her torturer.

Zoraster must have seen it in her face. “You are a strong one, little rose. You are willing to accept any manner of horrors I might visit upon you rather than serve me. I wonder how willing you are to risk your family…”

Danica curled her lip and snorted, “I don’t care how powerful you are — my sister is strong in her Art, and surrounded by those who are even stronger. You’re just making empty threats.”

Zoraster laughed, “Ah, you think because I know your sister I would be thinking of her. No, little rose, not Devan. While I am quite sure I could penetrate her defenses, it would be an unnecessary effort when your mother, father, and brother are so delightfully defenseless.”

Danica gasped and hung her head. She was trapped. This madman could certainly visit his horrors upon her family, and likely cover it up so her sister would never know of his involvement. She knew she had only one choice now, and so she answered, “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent, little rose!” Zoraster smiled and clapped, rising from his chair, “You have earned your first freedoms. First, you shall keep your Art. Know that you would be quite foolish to use it against me and mine in any way. Second, you shall have attire more to your liking. Trunks will be brought shortly for you to choose. All will fit you, as I know all your sizes quite well.” His smile transformed into a sly grin as he mentioned her sizes.

“Third, you are no longer confined to this room, though I still forbid you to leave this building. In time, perhaps you may earn freedom to move about the entire compound and grounds, but for now, you shall remain here. Finally, you may seek — entertainment — wherever you choose within this building — remembering the instructions I gave you earlier as to such. Do you understand?”

Danica felt heat in her face, caused by his insinuations, and the color in her cheeks deepened even more when she realized that she was looking forward to partaking of the last freedom he had mentioned. She nodded and said, “I do.”

He pulled a pendant on a chain from his robes and said, “You will wear this at all times. There are numerous spells cast over it. It will provide healing if you are in dire need, and will teleport you here to this room if you are in mortal danger. It will modify your appearance according to my wishes when you are about a task, and will be both invisible and intangible to most people. Finally, it will ensure I am able to keep watch over you. Do not remove it for any reason, at any time.”

He slid the pendant over Danica’s neck and she felt the icy bite of magic as it touched the skin above her breasts.

“I shall return when I have a task for you. Good day, little rose,” he finished, and trailed laughter as he left the room.

“Bastard,” Danica whispered when the door closed.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The clothing Zoraster had promised arrived shortly thereafter. Danica decided she had no need to choose, as she could find use for everything that was brought. She told the men who had brought the trunks just to leave them all, and started putting away the clothes.

When she finished, she chose a simple, comfortable outfit and put it on. It was nowhere near as çapa escort revealing as those she had been wearing, and it felt good to be covered by soft cloth again.

Fed up with being cooped up in the room, she opened the door and looked outside. No guard stood outside her door this time, and the hallway was empty. Danica walked out and started to explore the building.

The place was huge. Danica knew the complex was large from her observations before entering that fateful night, but being inside it revealed the truth of the place. There were many closed doors along the long, winding hallway she walked, and she could only assume they were private chambers.

The hallway opened into a room that must be some sort of gathering area. Couches and chairs lined the room, as well as tables and desks. Large windows gave a good view of the outside world.

Danica saw the sun for the first time since she had been here. She could see the various buildings and towers on the grounds, and some small parts of the surrounding wall, but nothing outside the complex. The high walls and large size of the grounds that comprised Zoraster’s abode blocked her from seeing farther.

A few people lounged about the common room. Danica could tell that most of them were users of the Art, because one magic user could sense another when they were close. Some were servants without magic, however. Few paid much attention to Danica, though some of the men, and not a small number of the women, looked her body over carefully. Danica passed through the room without a word. A few men in the room sat back down, as she swept out of the room, having stood, thinking to talk to her.

Another long twisting hallway greeted her once she left the common area. This one was spaced with open doorways that led to banquet rooms, meeting rooms, and other assorted community rooms. Danica believed that she recognized this hallway as she walked down it. Her memory was confirmed when she passed the library.

Danica entered the room that had begun her downfall with slow, measured steps. She had not come here to steal the books for herself, but now she could browse them at her leisure. A sigh escaped her as she walked slowly around the room. The experience was a sharp contrast to her last, rushed visit. She thumbed through a few books here and there, but her heart was not in study at the moment.

She left the library and continued down the hall, which turned and passed additional private chambers. She knew this hallway as well, and when she glanced to the left, she saw where it led to the large entrance hall with its double doors — the doors of her prison.

Danica turned away from the doors, which only served to remind her of the straits she was in, and then and made her way back to the only intersection she had encountered in the twisted hallways of the building thus far. Walking down the hallway, she glanced at the door that opened into the room of the apprentice whom she had used that day to gain entrance to this place. To her surprise, the door opened.

The young man’s eyes went wide when he saw her, “It’s you! What happened? I don’t remember anything, and when I woke up, you were gone.”

Danica felt her body stirring. She remembered the man’s body and that she had wished she could have had the time to be with him then. She had that time now.

“You must have had too much wine, you passed out,” Danica said with a coy pout. “We could pick up where we left off,” she added, offering him a suggestive smile.

The young man’s smile was wide, and his eyes flashed with lusty desire. “Oh certainly,” he responded, and opened the door wide for Danica to enter.

Danica shed her clothes as she walked toward the bed. She was completely nude by the time she sat down to wait for him.

The young apprentice only realized he had been standing still, drinking in the sight of her body, when she sat down. He crossed the room with quick steps, and started to disrobe.

When he tossed the last of his clothing to the floor, Danica rolled over on her tummy with her head over the edge of the bed. She reached out and guided his cock to her mouth, licking it up and down a few times, and looking up into his eyes lustily. Still looking up into his eyes, she gave his glans a final tickle with the tip of her tongue and said, “Fuck my mouth, and fill it up.”

The man smiled wide, and slipped his manhood between her now parted lips. Danica sucked and teased his cock with her tongue as he fucked her face. She moaned around him, the anticipation of his cum flooding her mouth causing her mouth and pussy both to water.

The intensity of Danica’s knowing mouth was quickly doing its work. The young apprentice was rapidly approaching his peak. He twined his fingers in her hair and started to pump her mouth faster, hitting her throat. Danica moaned louder and more passionately, as she kept him just beyond the point of gagging her, curling a pair of fingers around the base of his shaft.

With a last shove and a gasp, he spurted his juices down Danica’s throat. Danica reached around behind him and held him, and then started to suck rapidly on his shaft. He spasmed and gasped as she stroked him with her mouth, making sure she got every last drop of his creamy offering.

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