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Die Mädchen von Kleindorf Teil 5

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Verstärkung, unsere Familie wird größer

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Nach unserem Umzug erhöhte Harald beruflich die Taktrate, soweit man unsere Hurentätigkeiten als Beruf bezeichnen konnte. Jeder von uns verschaffte er drei Freier pro Abend. Das wurde aber immer mehr zum Abfertigen: Flirten, küssen, Beine breitmachen, Bett neu beziehen, duschen gehen, und schon erwarteten wir den nächsten Freier. Ok, es kam dabei richtig viel Geld rein, aber das war nicht unser Ziel. Lea und ich brauchten den harten, schmutzigen und brutalen Sex.

Bei einer unserer Tischrunden sprachen wir Harald darauf an, doch er erklärte es mit einer Zwangslage. „Eure Qualitäten haben sich rumgesprochen, und ich kann mich nicht vor Anfragen retten. Die wollen aber alle eure offene Art, und die hingebungsvolle Bereitschaft. Wenn ihr mit Hämatomen rumlauft, verschrecken wir diese Kunden, dann sieht es so aus, als würden wir euch zwingen. Wenn ich die anderen Freier einlade, fallt ihr für eine Woche aus, und dann rechnet sich der erhöhte Preis nicht mehr. Wir müssen für die normalen Freier eine andere Frau finden, dann seid ihr wieder für die Hardcorescene frei.”

Lea fuhr entrüstet auf, warf dabei sogar ihren Stuhl um und keifte: „Auf keinen Fall wird das Kati sein.” „Hey, hey, langsam kleine Kampfamazone”, beruhigte Harald sie, „keiner spricht von eurer Königin.” „Nina und Natascha”, rutschte mir über die Lippen, und damit hatte ich Leas Aufmerksamkeit.

„Stimmt Schwesterchen”, befürwortete sie meinen Vorschlag und stellte den Stuhl wieder auf. Kati kuschelte sich auch wieder wohlig in Marcs Arm, mit Leas Kampfwillen hatte sie nicht gerechnet. „Die beiden sind keine von den abgefickten Straßennutten, ok, sie sind auch Huren, aber nur aus einer Zwangslage. Soviel ich weiß, haben die keinen Zuhälter, nur Nina steht unter dem Druck eines Geldeintreibers.” „Ok”, mischte sich Marc ein, „da können wir sie freikaufen. Nur wie kommen wir an sie ran?”

Zusammen entwickelten wir einen Plan, aber dafür mussten wir Nina erst einmal finden. Mehrere Tage suchten wir verschiedene Plätze ab, bis wir sie fanden. Marc fungierte als Lockvogel, handelte den Preis aus, und als sie in seinen Wagen einsteigen wollte, bat er sie auf den Rücksitz. Bevor Nina die Autotür schließen konnte, setzten wir uns neben sie und kesselten sie ein.

„Wir wollen nur mit dir reden”, beruhigte Lea sie, „das Geld kannst du behalten, wir verdoppeln sogar den Betrag.” Eingeschüchtert wie eine gefangene Maus, sagte Nina kein Wort, wehrte sich aber auch nicht. Marc fuhr um die nächste Straßenecke, an der Harald wartete. „Hallo, ich bin Harald”, begrüßte er Nina. „Josy und Lea kennst du ja schon, und neben mir sitzt Marc. Dir sitzt ein Kredithai im Nacken, meint Lea. Sagst du mir, wer das ist und wie viel du ihm schuldest?”

Nina war total eingeschüchtert, offenbarte aber ihre größte Sorge: „Dem Kleemann schulde ich knapp fünfzigtausend.” „Ups”, kommentierte Harald nur und blickte Marc an. „Ich denke, du solltest mich begleiten. Lea nimmt Nina mit nach Hause, und wenn wir mit Kleemann fertig sind, kommen wir nach.” Damit verließen sie das Auto, Lea setzte sich auf den Fahrersitz und ich nahm Nina in den Arm. „Hey, wir tun dir nichts, wir wollen dir nur einen Vorschlag machen”, redete ich weiter beruhigend auf sie ein. Zuhause, in Anwesenheit von Kati, taute Nina etwas auf, und wir warteten beim Kaffee auf unsere Männer.

Zwei Stunden später kamen sie endlich, spielten eine mürrische Laune vor, und legten aber Ninas Schuldschein auf den Tisch. Zusätzlich hatten sie eine Einzahlungsquittung von diesem ominösen Kleemann. Kati schnappte sich diese Quittung und erklärte: „Die brauche ich für die Steuer, als Betriebsausgabe.” Ninas Blick war nur auf den Schuldschein gerichtete, und hatte Tränen in den Augen.

„Dann habt ihr mich wohl jetzt in der Hand, und ich muss für euch anschaffen gehen?”, murmelte sie mit erstickter Stimme. „Mir war ja klar, dass irgendwann ein Zuhälter auf mich aufmerksam würde, ich hatte aber nicht damit gerechnet, dass ihr mich reinlegt.”

„Stopp”, unterbrach sie Lea. „Wir wollen dich wohl als Kollegin haben, und Harald organisiert gut zahlende Freier für uns. Viel wichtiger ist aber, wir wollen dich als Freundin haben, und da spielt das ganze Geld keine Rolle.” Dabei schnappte sich Lea den Schuldschein und zerriss ihn in kleine Fetzen. Schuldbewusst blickte sie anschließend zu Marc und Kati, und fragte kleinlaut: „Das war doch hauptsächlich mein Geld?” „Meinen Anteil könnt ihr auch dazu rechnen, mir bedeutet Nina auch mehr als das blöde Geld”, fügte şişli escort ich hinzu.

Mit offenem Mund blickte Nina auf die Schnipsel und stotterte verlegen: „Ich meine, ich will das Geld ja zurückzahlen, aber ich will nicht auf den Strich gezwungen werden. Bei dem Kleemann konnte ich schon nicht genug anschaffen, nur um die Zinsen zu bezahlen.” „Erst mal brauchst du bei uns nicht die volle Summe zurückzahlen”, unterbrach sie Kati. „Dreißigtausend bekomme ich bestimmt mit der Quittung vom Finanzamt zurück, und Zinsen kannst du getrost vergessen, ich will dich auch als Freundin haben.”

„Du wirst von uns zu nichts gezwungen, und auf den Strich wirst du auf keinen Fall mehr gehen”, erklärte Harald seine Vorstellung. „Ich habe gut zahlende Kunden, die ein nettes Mädchen verwöhnen wollen. Die Hardcorefreier sind sowieso für Lea und Josy reserviert. Wir reden hier von zwei oder drei am Abend, und wenn jemand für Lea und Josy kommt, musst du von der Bildfläche verschwinden.”

„Du kannst dir unten ein „Arbeitszimmer” aussuchen, und wenn du hier einziehen willst, ist oben ein Apartment für dich frei, da ist der Zugang für Männer aber verboten”, erklärte jetzt Marc seine Vorstellung. „Ach so, ein Drittel deiner Einnahmen brauchen wir für die Betriebskosten, den Rest bekommst du direkt ausgezahlt. Bei Haralds Kunden sind das immerhin zweihundert bis dreihundert Euro.”

Inzwischen war Nina kreidebleich und wisperte: „Bin ich gerade am Träumen? Habt ihr mir was in den Kaffee getan?” Lea verstand ihre Verwirrung und nahm sie in den Arm. „Eine Regel musst du aber immer beachten”, erklärte sie, und Nina sah schon einen Haken. „Kati und Marc leben in einer funktionierenden monogamen Beziehung. Sie zu schützen ist unser oberstes Gebot, über alles andere können wir reden.” Nina nickte, und ich gesellte mich in die Umarmung. Damit war Nina bei uns aufgenommen.

Den Rest des Tages zeigten wir Nina alles, und da sie abends nicht nach Hause wollte, schlief sie mit uns in einem Bett. Mit Nina war plötzlich alles so einfach, wir drei passten zusammen, wie drei Schwestern. Morgens hatte Nina auch alle Hemmungen abgelegt, war eine von uns geworden. Albernd gingen wir in die Küche, wo Kati auf uns wartete. Marc war schon zur Arbeit gefahren, und sie wollte gleich zur Uni.

Beim gemeinsamen Frühstück erwähnte sie beiläufig: „Harald hat für heute Abend sechs Kunden bestellt, die Ersten kommen um sechs.” Lea und ich nickten, da fragte Nina schüchtern: „Kann ich auch einen davon haben? Ich frage auch nur, weil ich momentan knapp bei Kasse bin.” „Du kannst von den Softies so viele haben, wie du willst”, freute ich mich über Ninas Wunsch. „Wenn die versorgt sind, holt Harald endlich die interessanten Kaliber.” „Verstehe ich nicht”, zeigte Nina ihre Verwirrung, und Kati klärte sie auf: „Die beiden haben eine, sagen wir mal etwas schräge Einstellung zum Sex. Ihnen kann es nicht schmutzig genug sein, und wenn die Freier auch noch Spuren an ihnen hinterlassen, können wir sie nicht mehr für die Normalen zur Verfügung stellen. Deswegen wollten wir ja auch deine Unterstützung.”

„Also war das kein Scherz, als ihr beim Amt gesagt habt, ihr macht es freiwillig?”, fragte Nina überrascht nach. Lea antwortete ihr: „Wir haben das Ganze hier nur aufgebaut, um diesen Sex zu bekommen. Marc will sehen, wie wir missbraucht werden, und wird geil, wenn er unsere Blessuren sieht. Harald will über uns herfallen und sich an uns vergehen. Kati freut sich, dass aus den Dorfprinzessinnen widerliche Nutten geworden sind. Und wir, so geilere Orgasmen habe ich vorher nie erlebt.” „Jetzt gehörst du auch zu uns, vielleicht nur um richtig viel Geld zu verdienen, ich glaube aber, dass du hier auch dein persönliches Highlight findest”, erklärte Kati ihr liebevoll.

Nina blieb skeptisch, auch als Harald um halb sechs zur Aufsicht kam. Kurz belehrte er Nina: „Die Freier haben für das volle Programm bezahlt, nachverhandelt wird nicht. Mach mit, wozu du bereit bist, wollen sie mehr, sollen sie demnächst die anderen beiden buchen.” Nina nickte, doch Harald war noch nicht fertig. „Noch was Nina, behalte deine liebevolle, schüchterne Art, verhalte dich wie ein Amateur, keiner mag eine Profinutte.” Nina nickte wiederum, und der erste Gast wählte sofort Nina aus.

An dem Abend bekam jede zwei ab, und als ich meinen verabschiedet hatte, brachte Harald den Zweiten von Nina zur Tür. Zurück bei uns, überreichte er Nina fünf Hunderter und erklärte. „Gratuliere zu deinem ersten Stammfreier. Der hat dir sogar einen Hunderter als Trinkgeld hinterlassen, nur um dich noch einmal buchen zu dürfen.”

Nina brach in einen Jubelsturm aus, und ausgelassen fragte sie: „Können wir nach dem Duschen bei euch im Zimmer noch etwas feiern?” „Feiern ja”, druckste Lea, „aber wir duschen nur zwischen den Freiern, niemals danach.” Kurz blickte Nina verwirrt, dann grinste sie aber und erklärte: „Ihr seid total bescheuert, aber gut, ist ja euer Bett, und ich bin dabei.” Wir escort vielen uns in die Arme. Kopfschüttelnd verließ Harald den Raum: „Noch so eine, und ich gebe mir eine Kugel.”

Am nächsten Morgen wollten wir schon mal ein paar Sachen aus Ninas Wohnung holen, doch kurz vor dem Haus blieb sie abrupt stehen. „Da vorne lauert ein Häscher von Kleemann”, informierte sie uns ängstlich, und dirigierte uns in eine Seitengasse. „Diese Drecksarbeit lassen wir mal unsere Beschützer erledigen”, ließ ich beide verstehen, dass wir kein Risiko eingehen sollten. Nina fand meinen Einwand gut und erklärte: „Dann werde ich wohl komplett aus meinem alten Leben verschwinden müssen, obwohl, die einzige Person, die ich vermissen würde, wäre Natascha.”

„Wie, du hast Kontakt zu Natascha?”, hakte Lea sofort nach. „Natascha war die zweite Kandidatin für einen Job bei uns. Wenn du sie zu uns locken könntest, würden wir ihr auch ein lukratives Angebot machen, nur wissen wir noch nicht, womit wir sie ködern können.” „Nachdem was ihr mir angeboten habt, ist es leicht”, informierte Nina uns selbstsicher. „Natascha hatte ihr Jurastudium begonnen, als ihr Vater einen Unfall erlitten hatte. Jetzt geht sie anschaffen, um ihre Familie zu unterstützen. Auf dem Straßenstrich verdient man aber nicht so viel, wie bei euch. Wenn sie nur abends eingesetzt wird, kann sie tagsüber wieder richtig studieren, und nebenbei ihre Familie unterstützen.”

Wir informierten Kati und machten uns auf den Weg zu Natascha, bevor sie auch von Kleemann belagert wurde. Anfangs war die Begrüßung verhalten, aber als Nina von Kleemanns Häschern erzählte, packte Natascha schnell eine Tasche und war bereit mit uns unterzutauchen. Von unserem Jobangebot erzählten wir erst einmal nichts.

Als wir Zuhause Kati trafen, erstarrten beide und stammelten synchron: „Du?” Sekunden später brach Natascha in Tränen aus und heulte: „Jetzt ist wohl für mich alles aus?” Kati nahm sie aber gleich in den Arm und erklärte: „Quatsch, soll die Puffmutter petzen, das ist eine Hure?” Verwirrt blickte Natascha sie an, da ergänzte Kati: „Ja was denn, wie nennt man denn sonst die Frau, die Nutten bei der Arbeit beaufsichtigt? Jetzt komm mal runter, wir haben zusammen Kurse, und haben uns angefreundet. Hier bist du nur unter Freunden, und Marc wird dir gleich ein Angebot machen. Deine Freundin Nina hat ihr Angebot übrigens auch angenommen.”

Da wir erst Mittag hatten, zeigten wir Natascha schon mal das Haus, wobei Nina am meisten erklärte. Unten empfahl sie ihr gleich ein Zimmer, und im Obergeschoss zeigte sie begeistert die Appartements. „Nicht dass es bei den Schwestern im Bett nicht total gemütlich wäre, aber hier hätten wir auch Räume, in die wir uns zurückziehen können. Vor allem kannst du hier ungestört lernen.” Natascha sah und hörte sich alles ruhig an, blickte aber immer wieder ängstlich zu Kati. Irgendwann wurde es Kati zu bunt, und sie forderte Natascha auf: „Komm mal mit.” Zusammen verließen sie die Küche und kamen erst eine Stunde später wieder. Dabei unterhielten sie sich über die Uni, und Natascha war total entspannt.

Als Marc nachmittags kam, aßen wir zusammen Mittag. Beim Essen erklärte er: „Für heute hat Harald neun Freier bestellt.” Zu Nina gewandt fragte er: „Es ist doch ok, dass du schon voll einsteigst? Morgen sind nur zwei Termine für dich frei, um einundzwanzig Uhr kommt ein Spezialkunde für Josy, dann solltest du nicht mehr unten sein.” Für Nina war es ok, und ich freute mich schon auf die Abwechslung.

Nach dem Essen wandte er sich an Natascha. „Ich würde mich freuen, wenn du bei uns mitmachst. Du kannst dir unten einen Raum fest belegen, und wenn du willst, oben ein Apartment aussuchen. Normal organisiert Harald drei Termine am Tag, wenn die Räume nicht gerade von Leas und Josys Kunden belegt sind. In der Zeit ist es da für dich zu gefährlich. Zwei Drittel deiner Einnahmen behältst du auf jeden Fall, mit dem Rest müssen wir erst alle Unkosten decken, deine Überschüsse werden wir dir aber zum Schluss zurückgeben.” Kurz drehte er sich zu Nina: „Bei dir können wir uns diese Rechnerei sparen, so wie du schon nach zwei Tagen mit uns verschmolzen bist, wirst du nie wieder gehen.” Erst wollte Nina sich aufblasen, doch vorher umschlang ich ihre Hüfte mit meinem Arm. Statt aufzuspringen, lehnte sie sich nur entspannt an mich.

„Wegen eurer alten Wohnungen habe ich mit Harald gesprochen. Kleemann kennt mich nicht, und weiß nichts von diesem Ort. Zwar wird Harald ihm mit dem Finanzamt Schwierigkeiten machen, dennoch ist es besser, wenn wir eure Spuren verwischen. Wir werden ein Unternehmen engagieren, und die bringen die Sachen erst in ein Lager in Dortmund. Von dort geht es mit einem anderen nach wer weiß wohin, und in zwei oder drei Wochen kommen die erst hier an.” „Bei mir ist das nicht viel”, erklärte Natascha, „ich hatte nur ein mobilisiertes Zimmer.” „Dann brauchst du für oben auch eine Einrichtung?”, hakte Marc nach, und Natascha nickte verlegen.

Darauf fragte Marc istanbul escorts Richtung Kati: „Kannst du mit Natascha etwas besorgen? Die anderen Räume sollten wir auch vernünftig einrichten.” Kati nickte, und Marc führte fort: „Solange ihr keine eigenen Betten habt, könnt ihr ja unten schlafen.” „Stopp”, mischte sich da Kati ein. „Niemand von uns wird in den Betten schlafen, das kannst du nicht erwarten. Von mir aus kann Natascha solange in meinem Zimmer schlafen, und Nina passt doch sowieso zu unseren beiden Dreckschlampen.”

Wieder wollte Nina sich aufplustern, doch ohne sie loszulassen, knabberte ich erst an ihrem Hals. Verwirrt drehte sie ihren Kopf zu mir, und bekam prompt meine Lippen auf ihre gelegt. Statt eines Protestes, fühlte ich, wie sich ihre Zunge vorsichtig in meinen Mund tastete. Als sich unsere Zungen gestreichelt hatten, drehte sie sich abrupt weg. „Ja scheiße, ich bin gerne mit ihnen zusammen, ich will aber dennoch mein eigenes Zimmer, wenn die Möbel da sind.” Zustimmend knabberte ich weiter an ihrem Hals, und Nina entspannte sich sichtbar.

Bevor wir zu dem allgemeinen Geplänkel kamen, erklärte Marc noch: „Sicherheitshalber sollte Nina die nächste Zeit nicht rausgehen, und Natascha nur mit Kati zusammen zur Uni gehen. Da ihr ja vorher schon Freundinnen wart, wird es keinem auffallen.” Obwohl Natascha nicht wirklich zugestimmt hatte, war unsere Familie um ein Mitglied größer.

Abends bekam Natascha von Lea und von mir einen ab. Nina behielt ihre drei Kunden, und freute sich tierisch über den erhaltenen Lohn. Zwar ließ sie das Geld in unserem Zimmer offen in dem Regal liegen, aber alleine die Tatsache, dass Marc ihr so viel Geld gab, ließ sie den restlichen Abend strahlen.

Am nächsten Morgen wachte ich mit Nina im Arm auf, und streichelte ihr zärtlich das Gesicht. Als sie die Augen aufschlug, begrüßte ich sie: „Guten Morgen Süße.” Sofort hauchte sie mir einen Kuss entgegen, und rutschte etwas näher. „Ich bin froh, dass ich euch gefunden habe”, nuschelte sie, als Lea auch näher rückte. Da Kati mit Natascha schon zur Uni war, holten wir uns das Frühstück ins Bett und chillten bis zum Nachmittag. Erst kurz bevor wir die beiden Studentinnen zurückerwarteten, gingen wir gemeinsam unter die Dusche.

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Der erste Hardcorefreier

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An den ersten beiden Terminen hatte Harald nur Freier für Lea, Nina und Natascha bestellt. Zwar musste ich mich bis neun Uhr gedulden, aber ich ging schon mit ihnen runter. Harald blieb bei mir, als die anderen Mädels schon wieder verschwunden waren. Kurz vor meinem Termin begrüßte Harald einen Udo, den letzten Gast, meinen Freier. Nachdem das Finanzielle geklärt war, stellte Harald mich vor. „Das ist deine Gespielin für heute. Josy mag es etwas härter angefasst zu werden. Ach, was erzähle ich, mach einfach mit ihr, was dir gefällt, bis jetzt hat sie alles zugelassen.” Damit führte uns Harald in die ehemalige Küche, die er zu unserem speziellen Arbeitsraum erklärte. Als er die Tür von außen schloss, stand ich das erste Mal alleine vor einem zahlenden Freier, der nicht nur einfach in mir abspritzen wollte.

Langsam kam seine Hand zu meinem Kopf, zärtlich streichelte er mir über die Haare und mein Gesicht. Seine Augen bekamen einen Glanz, und es sah fast so aus, als könne er nicht glauben, Macht über mich zu haben.

„Du magst also die härtere Gangart?”, fragte er, als ich meine Wange in seine offene Hand drückte. Bei meinem Nicken erwartete ich die erste Ohrfeige, doch seine Hand streichelte weiter meinen Kopf. Langsam sank sie tiefer, über meinen Hals, und als die Hand sanft in meinen Ausschnitt griff, spannten sich schon die ersten Knöpfe meiner Bluse.

Eine immense Spannung hatte Udo ergriffen, seine Augen inzwischen starr vor Gier. Die ersten Knöpfe rissen von dem immer stärker werdenden Griff in meiner Bluse, und unvorbereitet riss er sie ganz entzwei. Der kräftige Ruck riss meinen Körper ihm entgegen, und wurde gebremst von einer Kopfnuss, die mir das Gleichgewicht raubte.

Udo fing mich auf, indem er in meinen Haarschopf fasste, und schmerzhaft in den Haaren ziehend, meinen Körper aufrecht hielt. Langsam setzte er mich auf meinen Knien ab, wobei mein erster Gedanke an den Inhalt seiner Hose war. Ohne Umschweife öffnete ich seinen Knopf, und beim Runterschieben der Hose öffnete sich der Reißverschluss von alleine.

Was sich dahinter verbarg, war nicht von schlechten Eltern. Zwar nicht so groß wie Haralds, aber immerhin groß genug, um mir Freude zu bereiten. Umrandet von dichten, schwarzen Haaren, war seine Eichel noch von der dunklen Vorhaut umgeben. Nach dem Zurückziehen der Haut zeigte sich eine glänzende, dunkelviolette Eichel. Kurz blickte ich zu meinem Peiniger hoch, und sah in seine erwartenden Augen. Ohne eine Anweisung zu erhalten, öffnete ich den Mund und umschloss den schleimigen Stab.

Wieder nach oben blickend, erkannte ich Udos Wohlwollen. Sein Griff in meinen Haarschopf verstärkte sich, und er begann in meinen Mund zu stoßen. Dabei drang er immer tiefer ein, wobei ihn weder mein Würgen, noch der aus meinem Mund auslaufende Magenschleim störten. Im Gegenteil, aus einer Laune raus presste er meinen Kopf in seinen Schritt, und seine Lanze drang bis zum Kehlkopf in meinen Hals.

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Yeah, my kind are nigh-invincible down here, and my brother Harok is leading them. There are over a thousand of them, and they’re armed to the teeth. They’ve got weapons technology that the planet Earth simply isn’t ready for. Like Cryogenic chambers, Rings of Intangibility, Cloaks of Invisibility and other devices which ordinary humans relegate to the realm of science fiction. With technology like this, they can rule the world. I will find my erstwhile brethren and I will destroy them. It’s my sworn duty as a soldier in the Legion of His Majesty the Crown Emperor Markhos, Lord of Zen, Birthplace of all Zenith folk. Harok and his followers call themselves the Brotherhood, and they’re actively making things worse for humans. You see, my species looks exactly like you humans, but we hail from a much warmer climate. They are behind the global warming crisis affecting different parts of the planet Earth. They’re using Zenith technology to make it worse. They’re effectively terraforming the planet Earth to transform it into something suitable for themselves. porno izle They’re making it more like the planet Zen, the birthplace of our people.

The people of the planet Earth have no idea that there are super-powered aliens who look just like them walking about. They’re everywhere. They’re in business, politics, government, and pretty much everything you can think of. The planet Earth is under attack and its citizens have no idea what’s going on. I recently confronted Samrok, the henchman of my older brother, General Hatok. I killed him, after a long and arduous fight in the slums of New York City, but not before he accomplished his mission. Samrok’s mission was to find an ancient Zenith spacecraft hidden deep underneath America’s most populous metropolis. I didn’t think he’d find the spaceship because I honestly didn’t think it existed. Well, it did. Evidence that thousands of years ago, one of us came to this world. And whoever he or she was, they didn’t leave.

Now, the Brotherhood is that much more dangerous. With a spaceship, they can be powerful enough to conquer the planet Earth. I’m all alone against them. I know I don’t stand a chance. Still, I’ve got to try. I cannot let them do to the planet Earth what they did to thousands of worlds across another Universe. This madness of theirs ends here, I swear it, even if it means the end of me. I know where they’re gathered and I’m going after them. In case I don’t make it, I have made numerous recordings, of myself, the power I have, and the technology I possess. I’ve arranged for it to be sent to CNN and Fox News, along with other news outlets. I’ve also arranged for samples of my blood to go to some scientist friends of mine at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Oxford University and other reputed schools. I want the truth exposed, so that Earth humans might have a fighting chance, even if I die. Wish me luck.

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Author’s notes:

Although there’s a few hints of things to come, this chapter’s light on sex scenes. It’s mostly devoted to character and plot development.

A special thanks to Kayline Blake for a great editing job.

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Later that afternoon, when Bob first woke, he was a little confused as to why the only thing he could move was his head. He raised his head glancing around smiling. The wall to wall bed was a sea of naked female flesh. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t have a gorgeous head resting on it. He grinned when he realized Hestia had already claimed her spot for his ‘wake-up call’. Her beautiful face resting directly on his massive cock as she slumbered peacefully. He chuckled softly, closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

A couple of hours later Bob woke again. Before he could open his eyes, he heard Cassandra’s giggling voice in his mind say, “I know you’re awake Master. But please, keep your eyes closed and pretend you’re still sleeping. Otherwise, you’ll REALLY disappoint Hestia. She’s spent the last twenty minutes asking for tips and pointers on everything from deepthroating to cum swallowing. She’s really excited that her very first blowjob is gonna be what wakes you and she wants everything to be perfect. I don’t know what you did to her last night, but it seems you’ve unleashed a monster.”

“You saw how Hestia was last night, shy, timid, and scared. I wanted to make sure her first time was an experience she’d never forget. So I made her tits and nipples extra sensitive, doubled the size and sensitivity of her clit, created some additional nerves on her tongue, in the back of her throat, and inside her asshole then connected them all to her clit.” Bob replied.

“You did WHAT? Holy shit! No wonder she was pumping out pheromones at that level. Oh my gods! Hestia’s first blowjob is gonna be as legendary as her first fuck! THIS I have GOT to see,” Bob heard Cassandra’s laugh in his head.

Hestia had tied her long reddish blonde hair into a single long braid running down her back all the way to her luscious ass. She sat between Bob’s wide spread legs waiting patiently/impatiently for Cassandra’s signal that it was time for Bob’s ‘wake-up call’. When Cassandra nodded, Hestia looked at Bob’s face then stretched out on her belly. She lightly traced Bob’s urethra from the base of his massive cock to the huge plum colored tip with the nail of her index finger. When her fingernail slid over Bob’s highly sensitive frenulum, his cock twitched with an involuntary spasm. Hestia giggled then quickly glanced at Bob’s face making sure she hadn’t woken him yet.

Once she was sure Bob’s eyes were still closed, Hestia gingerly raised his enormous cock off his belly. She realized that even in its unaroused state her tiny hand couldn’t close around his gigantic shaft. She moved his monstrous cock side to side then back and forth studying every detail. When she was finished studying his huge cock, Hestia used the tip of her tongue to trace the same route as her finger. She moaned as a jolt of pleasure radiated outward from her clit sending sparks of ecstasy to every nerve ending in her body. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth over Bob’s frenulum several times causing Bob to moan softly and giving her a mild orgasm.

Hestia slid her pouty lips over Bob’s huge mushroomed head. She began bobbing her head up and down on his colossal shaft. She let out a surprised little yelp around his shaft as she realized the more of Bob’s monstrous cock she took in her hot, wet mouth, the greater her own pleasure became. Without giving it any conscious thought, she suppressed her gag reflex allowing Bob’s humongous shaft to go deep in and out of her throat, causing her throat muscles to go spastic and triggering a massive orgasm. Her whole body shook and quivered as her eyes rolled and her abdomen convulsed. She passed out, Bob’s gigantic shaft still buried deep in her spasming throat.

Hestia’s throat muscle spasms combined with the vibrations from her attempts at moaning around his monstrous cock was more than Bob could take. He groaned loudly as emptied his balls, pumping spurt after spurt of hot, thick, gooey cum straight into Hestia’s convulsing belly.

Bob reached down gently lifting Hestia’s head and pulling his huge shaft out of her mouth He let her head rest on his groin as she regained consciousness. When Hestia finally gathered her wits, she looked up at Bob and pouted. “That wasn’t very fair Master. Everyone says your cum is yummy, but I passed out before I could even get a taste of it!”

“I know Sweet Tits, that’s why you’re still down there. Just seal your hot lips around the head and I’ll give you a couple of good spurts to sample.”

Hestia squealed with joy, then locked her full, pouty lips around his huge glans. Bob pumped two good, long spurts of his gooey white cum into Hestia’s waiting mouth. She quickly swallowed the first spurt amatör porno then sat back playing with the second one with her tongue as jolts of ecstasy traversed her entire body. After a minute or so, she swallowed the second spurt and giggled. “Wow Master! That didn’t just taste yummy, it tasted AMAZING! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome Sweet Tits. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Okay girls, line up and get your morning treat. After that, we’ll head to the dining room and try to get at least a couple of hours work done.” After everyone got a good mouthful of hot, gooey cum, Bob chuckled and said, “Gods. There’s so many of you now, I don’t know whose turn comes up next anymore.”

Cassandra giggled. “You men, sometimes I think without us women around you’d be helpless. Don’t worry Master, I’ve got it covered. When you choose new women, we work backwards through them then cycle back to me and start over. Hestia was the last woman chosen. So even if she hadn’t missed out last night, it still would have been her turn to wake you today. Tomorrow it’s Demeter, then Artemis, Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite. After that we start over with me.”

As they walked downstairs Bob chuckled. “You’re right about that one Sweetie. Without you around; I probably WOULD be helpless.”

Once everyone was seated, Bob created two buffet tables. One table had pasta, spaghetti sauce, and meatballs, along with sweet, mild, and hot Italian sausage. The other had all kinds of salad fixings and a variety of dressings. He then created two ice buckets with a bottle of his favorite Chablis in each along with enough plates, glasses, and dinnerware for everyone. He looked at Hestia. “Sweet Tits, before you start eating, I think there’s something I should tell you.” Bob went on to explain everything he told Cassandra earlier. “If you want, I can fix it for you by disconnecting it all.”

Hestia giggled. “Wow, no wonder I was so fired up last night. I know it wasn’t just a ‘man thing’, although I’m sure THAT was in there somewhere Master. You wanted to ease my fear so my first time was fantastic, that’s really sweet. I had such a blast last night and again when I woke you; I’m not sure I want you to undo it. At least not completely. Can you fix just the extra nerves on my tongue and in my throat so that they only become active during sex? That way I can enjoy my food without leaving a puddle of pussy juice on the floor and still have a blast sucking your amazing cock. Forget about disconnecting the other extra nerves. I definitely want them to stay right where they are.”

“Yeah, I can do that. As long as you’re sure it’s what you really want.”

“I’m positive it’s what I want. You gave me this fantastic new body for me to enjoy. I look at myself now and I see this hot, sexy woman that even I’d wanna fuck. Why shouldn’t I be as hot and sexy on the inside as I am on the outside? This amazing body was designed to give you the most pleasure possible. If it gives me multiple massive orgasms as well, then that’s just icing on the cake. I’m not saying this because of that binding, bonding thingy either. Like Cassandra said, when it comes to sexual matters, we have full free will. Well, we’re talking about a sexual issue here, so what I’m telling you is exactly how I honestly feel Master.”

“All right Sweet Tits, we’ll do things your way. You’ve changed a hell of a lot since you first got here yesterday. You’ve become a woman in every sense of the word. I don’t think I’ll ever be more proud of you than I am right now, at this very minute.”

Hestia smiled a megawatt smile blushing at Bob’s compliments. “Thank you Master. You have no idea just how much those words mean to me. I’ve NEVER felt sexier, more desirable, and more loved in my entire life. If I’m, as you say, ‘a woman in every sense of the word’; it’s only because you’re a true man in every sense of the word. You have a way of making each of us feel special. It’s one of the things we all love about you. Of course, you having that enormous cock certainly doesn’t hurt either,” she giggled.

Bob looked at Cassandra, “and you call ME a perv?” he chuckled.

“Well you ARE a perv, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Would we girls?”

There was a chorus of “oh hell no!” from the eleven other women.

“I’m sure,” Bob chuckled. “Everyone grab some food. We’ll work while we eat.” Once everyone was seated with their food and a glass of wine, Bob then continued. “Okay where we were before shit hit the fan with Zeus?”

Athena spoke up. “Let’s see, we had just finished naming star systems and planets. Then we got to talking about how Artemis and Hestia were still virgins and I wasn’t. I was explaining the how’s and why’s of how I lost my virginity when things went south. By the way, you haven’t told any of them yet, have you?”

Artemis gave Athena a puzzled look. “Athena, either my brain is still fried from all that great fucking and sucking last night; or what liseli porno you said doesn’t make any sense. What in heaven’s name did Hestia and I being virgins have to do with naming stuff? Those seem like two totally different subjects to me. Was you losing your virginity what made Zeus go wacky? Oh yeah, and what haven’t we been told? You’ve got me so confused; I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.”

“It’s one of those ‘you had to be there’ moments Artemis. But I think Master should be the one to explain it all to you.”

Bob chuckled softly. “And here I thought you loved me Athena. Okay I’ll explain what I can, but you’re gonna have to fill in the gaps.” Bob created a holographic map of the galaxy arm Neuveia was located in.

“As you can see, there are five star systems located about equal distance from Neuveia. I named Neuveia’s star after Aphrodite because she spent most of her time here anyway. These two stars and their corresponding planets are named after Athena and Hera. These three over here are named Artemis, Demeter, and Hestia in that order”

Before Bob could say anymore, Hestia spoke up. “Wait… um… hold up one second please Master. These star systems and planets. You named them BEFORE the shit went down with Zeus? You hadn’t even met us yet, let alone fucked us! No wonder I fucking love you so much! Thank you Master!”

“Yeah, they were named before everything started. In fact that’s how we got on to the subject of virginity. Athena said something to the effect that you three were really gonna love me for naming things after you before we met. Then she asked if I knew Artemis and Hestia were still virgins. I remember saying something like, ‘that’s what the myths say, but they said Athena was still a virgin too’. Okay Athena, I think you need to pick it up from here.”

Athena giggled. “Gee thanks Master. I thought you were doing so well too. I said something along the lines of I was until about ninety years ago.” Athena went on to explain everything she had said about losing her virginity. “Zeus started giving me shit about it, and well, you know me. I got pissed and gave it right back to him. I told him he wasn’t man enough to admit Cassandra was his daughter just like me and that I was tired of his bullshit of ignoring us like we didn’t exist. The next thing I know, Master’s sending Zeus back to Olympus. The rest, as they say, is history.”

Hera started laughing. “Yup, you gave it to him with both barrels; that’s for sure Athena! I remember the night Zeus tried to fuck you in his throne room while I was sleeping. Your screaming at him woke everyone on Olympus. I nearly died laughing when you told him if he even looked at you that way again, you’d help me cut his balls off. After you left, I told him if you ever asked, I’d gladly help you.”

Bob grinned and said, “Speaking of feisty women, you three were very courageous standing up to Zeus the way you did. We’ve told you the events leading up to Zeus going bananas. I’d like to hear your side of the story. I think everyone would.”

Hestia and Demeter pointed at Artemis as they giggled.

Artemis sighed rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it, but you two are gonna owe me BIG TIME for this one. I guess I should start a little before the shit actually hit the fan. We were sitting on some benches behind Demeter’s temple taking a break from practicing our little shield trick. We’d found out that the shields were stronger if we linked minds. We could rotate them quicker and they regenerated a hell of a lot faster. The only real drawback was the time it takes to link up. That’s what we were working on; trying to improve our mind linking speed. We had gotten it down to about three seconds, but we couldn’t get past that point, no matter what we tried. We decided to give it a rest for a bit to see if we could come up with any new ideas.”

“I think we’d been sitting for maybe two minutes when Hermes showed up saying that Zeus wanted to see all three of us right now. We thought it was a little weird. He’d NEVER sent for all three of us at the same time before. But then again, Zeus was always a bit weird, so it didn’t set off any alarm bells. When we got to Zeus’s temple Hera was waiting outside. She told us Zeus was in a real pissy mood and to watch our backs because she didn’t know what he was capable of doing.”

“We must have all been thinking the same thing at exactly the same time, because bam, the mind link was there instantly for all three of us. Once we got to the throne room, Zeus sealed all the exits. The whole scene was surreal. He was dancing around, talking to himself, and laughing hysterically. He told us exactly what he was gonna do to us and why. Although we’d never tried linking three shields before, it was all we had so we went with it.”

“For some reason, we formed a triad me in front, Demeter behind to my left and Hestia behind to my right. We all raised our shields at the same mobil porno time and I got a quick message off to Apollo asking him to go to Neuveia and get us some help. After that, I couldn’t answer Apollo because I was too busy dealing with Zeus. I kept Zeus focused on me by using every damn trick I could think of while Demeter took care of shield rotation and Hestia handled the regeneration. All those weeks of switching partners during our practice sessions must’ve paid off. No matter how fast Zeus hurled his lightning bolts, the best he could do was to put a small dent in a shield that was gone before his next shot. We were only hoping to hold Zeus off long enough for a rescue team to get to us, but at the rate he was going, he would’ve run out of essence long before our shields failed us. I don’t know how long we held him off. It seemed like forever, but it was probably less than ten minutes. It really doesn’t matter how long it was. We held him off long enough for you and a rescue team to get there. So in the end we beat him and that’s all that really matters.”

“I know I glossed over a few things and made it sound easier than it actually was. You said we were courageous Master. But that’s not the way it was. The truth is, we were really terrified. Especially me. I was the one taking the hits and I was scared shitless. When that first lightning bolt flew at me, I remember thinking, ‘oh fuck, I’m dead!’ But it never even touched me. The shield just absorbed it dissipating the energy all around us. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on his face when Zeus realized he hadn’t even dented my shield. That look scared me even more than his lightning bolts. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I hope I never see anything like it again! It’s hard to describe. His eyes got bright red. He was foaming at the mouth and snarling at the same time. I mean it was a look of pure unadulterated hate. I saw him winding up and I knew he was gonna hit me with everything he had. I just closed my eyes and hoped my shield could take it. When that one didn’t hurt me, I sensed he was gonna change tactics and go after either Demeter or Hestia. I couldn’t let that happen. I started acting cocky and taunting him. I told him I was gonna make him my bitch, that he wasn’t even man enough to take on his own daughter. Then I told him it was only a matter of time before Hera told him to fuck off, that she told me that unlike him, you had a real cock and you knew how to use it. Then I told him that Hera said his micro dick couldn’t satisfy a mosquito never mind a real woman like her.”

“I stood there calmly laughing in his face, but inside I was shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. I got him so mad, he was hitting me with everything he had, as fast and hard as he could. That’s when you showed up. I saw you bouncing him off the walls like he was a rag doll and the relief just washed over me like a waterfall. Then Cassandra, Kadir, and Cailin came in and I knew it was really over. We’d done it! We were alive and unharmed! We’d won and that son of a bitch had lost. I was so happy that even though I was weak in the knees from all the stress, and then the relief, I think I could have done a few dozen cartwheels just to express my joy. That’s it, that’s the whole story. Thank heavens I won’t have to go through anything like that ever again!”

Bob looked at Artemis with a gentle smile. “Being courageous doesn’t mean being without fear, my feisty little woman. It means doing what MUST be done DESPITE your fear. Never doubt for one second that the three of you are heroines for standing up to Zeus like that in spite of your fears. I’ve been in combat many times. I know from personal experience that taking hits from a friend during a live fire practice or a training exercise, is a whole lot different than standing in front of an enemy that’s trying to kill you. I can understand the fear you all felt. I’ve been there and felt that same fear myself many times.”

“I learned a bit about how Olympian Shields work when Hera was attacked. I think I know why you little trick worked so well. Most magical beings have cone shaped defensive shields. But your shields are dome shaped like mine.” Bob created three round glass domes each one a little bigger than the last. He then created three small statues and an oval shaped dome.

Then placing one of the round domes over a statue he said, “This is what your personal defensive shield looks like.” He then placed the oval dome over the three statues standing side by side and said, “This is what your shields look like when there are two or three of you standing in a parallel formation.” Finally, he placed the three statues in a triangular shaped formation and set the three round domes over them starting with the smallest one. “This is what your shields look like in a triad. They actually become three separate shields. Each one is a little bigger than the one before it and reinforces the others. Zeus would’ve had to punch through all three shields at once to get to you. There’s no way he had anywhere near enough power for that. Hell, I’m not even sure I could do it. I don’t know how, but you picked the perfect formation for what you needed to do.”

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Dear Students:

As we reach another chapter in the study of the evolution of the Prussian Theory of Dialecticism of the Sexual Adolescent, we reach the point where youthful fantasy reverberates into the real world. The question presented is if the primal adolescent fantasy could exist, how would it really work, out there amongst the world?

Ya, Ya, I know there would be a lot of sex for the blessed individual. But how would one exist being all male, all powerful, all the time? How would the world treat such an individual who is infinitely better than them and how would this individual react? Would he be corrupted absolutely or would he become just?

This chapter Rod takes a stroll, has some supper, and sees the sites. All normal things but he is far from normal now. Let’s see what happens?

Professor NoGratis

PS. While there is a strong sexual theme in this chapter, there is no actual sex. Many readers have complained about the lack of the bump and grind. My answer is that this is an important scholarly exposé, and porn literature second. However to those who are more focused below the belt than above, you will be glad to know that the next chapter shall involve sexual activity of an epic nature, involving 11 stunning women, 1 male, and of course, one all powerful god with a two foot cock.

Cock Ring of the Gods Ch.5
A God Walks Among Us

Feeling good and ready to kick ass, I looked down at my girls, and said, “Let’s get this party started. Kaley lead the way.”

“Wait one more thing” Kaley said, reaching into one of the boxes, she pulled out a pair of sun glasses for me and three black chokers with the word “Ramses” print on it for the girls. With our accessories on, we stepped out of the hotel suite and ventured out into the world. Royal street was sparely populated this early evening, as the mid-summer dusk was just setting in. This was my first experience as a god in the outside world, and I realized that I could never take anything for granted. Even the ordinary act of walking three blocks to Kaley’s restaurant was an extraordinary experience.

For starters, the four of us were extraordinary looking, truly a sight to behold. Three of the most beautiful women in the world dress in small tight clubbing outfits walk alongside one seven foot talk man dressed like the fucking terminator with massive muscles that put Arnold to shame. Like I said, there weren’t many people out, but the reaction we got was astonishing. As we moved down the street to the next block people stopped and stared at us, their mouths gapping, spellbound by our presence. I watched a woman walking her dog across the street stop abruptly and start to literally drool looking at me. My bitches seemed to have a similar affect on males, however I observed that after the initial moment of lustful gaze, they would become overwhelmed in my presence and submissively look at their feet until we passed. The girls, however, hardly noticed their effect on bystanders. Their attention was focused squarely on me.

With Serinda and Kaley flanking me on both arms, and Roslyn hugging Kaley to my right, the girls were busy chatting among themselves and openly flirting with me. Their open display of affection was blatant, and like everything else so far with my girls, it was designed to have a dramatic impact on my psyche, as well as, any onlookers. I was well aware of the contrast their behavior had on my environment as I noticed a pattern. Nearby males would gawk with hunger at the girls then quickly fall into submission in my presence, all the while the three girls would be struggling to caress me and loudly speaking about me, referring to me as their master and lord. All of this causing power surges to run through me, as I could feel the male’s envy and total submission towards me.

Since my transformation early today, I could feel the emotions of others, like slight vibrations in the air, which centered in my cock. The girls were giving off theses nonstop emotional vibrations all day, which would strike my cock as a form of sexual arousal but slightly different. I reasoned that theses emotions were the primary source of my energy, and my godcock was in effect a massive battery to store it. The girls were not my only source of energy, I received a power surge indirectly from the workmen in the hotel suite, and now as I walked down the street, everyone we passed seemed to be feeding me more energy.

As well as the slight buzzing feeling in my god muscle, I could taste theses emotions as well. I noticed the taste of strangers were different than my bitches. I say taste because my mind seemed to associate certain emotions with flavors, which was another strange aspect of my transformation. Everyone gave off a tangy tart taste. The tart taste was the most powerful emotion and caused the strongest vibration in my cock. I began to associate this tangy tart with the feelings of awe and submission. All day the girls had tasted like tangy sweet pussy just cleaned out denizli escort of the shower. Up until I got on the street, I just thought it was the smell their excited pussies in the air. But now, I realized everyone was giving it off, albeit the strangers tasted more like sweet tarts than tangy pussy.

There were other flavors of emotions I could taste as well. The girls feeling of blind love and devotion to me tasted slightly sweet with a hint of vanilla, and cause warmth to spread up and down my cock shaft. Plus, there was a new one I discovered walking past males, envy, which tasted bitter and caused my cock to slightly twitch with anger. Mind you that none of these sensations were overwhelming, but I had been continually experiencing them since my transformation. My new divine senses enabled me not only to know what others were feeling intuitively, I already learned I could consciously enter into a person mind for a full scan, but tuned me into the emotional worship that was need to empower by godhood. I concluded my divine cock required everyone to feel awe and inferior to me, in addition, females were to feel unconditional love and lust, and mortal males envy.

As we approached the restaurant, Maurice, I could see a line around the block. Kaley was murmuring to us that this place was the best and very popular amongst well to do locals and tourist alike. Kaley explained that she made arrangement to enter a private entrance around the corner of the building so as not to disturb the patrons with my godlike presence. Of course, the mortals on line were not so lucky as we passed all of them in stunned silence. At least a dozen men casted their eyes down as their female companions stared at me with uncontained lustful awe. The line extended towards the back entrance that Kaley was leading us to, placing me and my entourage in close proximity to an attractive couple with the misfortune of being the last on line.

As Kaley knocked on the back door, the couple’s husband openly oogled Serinda and was unaware that his wife had shoved her tits out towards me and started playing with her air in a flirtation manner all the while staring at my ass and back. I could feel and taste of the woman’s open adoration, but the male was so struck with Serinda’s eroticism that he was totally oblivious to his wife or my presence. At that moment, I felt annoy by him and turned to face them. In doing so, he felt my displeasure and I felt his submissive terror.

Staring down at him I said, “Boy, your eyes are taking liberties with my property.”

The man looked at his feet, meekly replying “Yes, Sir.”

That would have been the end of it, but both his wife and Serinda were smiling into my face with lustful joy. I hardly noticed them, however at the same time both women noticed who I was talking too, and each turned to look at the emasculated male I just chastised. I watched both women’s face turned from smiles to frowns, as the wife angrily said to her husband, “Harry, you were just raping her with your eyes, you asshole.”

“How dare you, you worthless piece of shit” Serinda spoke with daggers.

The humbled male merely stammered “I am sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Not good enough, Kneel before me.” Serinda commanded. The male instantly complied with Serinda commands, and lowered himself to the pavement. Everyone in line in front of us, about 20 people, did not dare look back, instead they all but ignored the strange spectacle behind them. I calmly watched the wife’s eyes go wide with astonishment. She turned to her husband, Harry, and with baffled expression asking, “what are you doing?” Harry didn’t reply, he just knelt there with his head bent downward between Serinda’s legs. I could taste the wife’s fear, it was acidy, but I did not have an empowering effect. Her previous sexual awe of me was gone, and her entire focus was on her husband and Serinda.

Still befuddled, she looked at Serinda for a moment speechless, then uttered one word, “How?” I don’t know if the blonde wife was really speaking to Serinda or just trying to make sense of the unexplainable, but Serinda took her eyes off Harry and looked directly at the wife and said, “My god shared a tiny fraction of his awesome power with me.”

“God?” was all the confused wife could say. The whole thing struck me kind of amusing, as Roslyn interrupted me tugging at my side. “Please Master, discipline them with your glory” she said. I merely raised one of my eyebrows in question, and Roslyn quickly answered, “Command us to kneel before you.”

In response, I raised my other eyebrow, looked directly at the wife, and with a bold deep voice that all could hear, I commanded “Grovel Bitches.” The wife’s eyes went wide, as she watched the woman that put her husband to her knees spin around and prostrate herself with another stunning women. Serinda and Rosyln lowering themselves all the way to kiss my boots, then rose up to kneel by my side. “I am their god.” I pronounced to the anal porno shocked wife. I watched her confused face turn to awe, as Serinda and Rosyln’s delicate hands reached out to the rights side of my jeans and pulled the fabric back tightly to reveal the outline on my godhood traveling down to my right knee.

“This is the power I bless her with, the power that brought your husband to his knees, the power that puts all males to shame, before me there are no other men.” I babbled, going with the ego stroke the situation provided. The taste of tangy pussy and sweet tarts spiked as the wife began to cum uncontrollably in her dress before me.

Kaley returned from inside the back door yelling “What the hell are you doing?”

“Disciplining this mortal male.” I said, not even knowing where the words were coming from.

“You shouldn’t have. Never mind, our room is ready.” She grabbed Roslyn and pulled her to her feet.

But as Kaley turned to lead us inside, the wife reached out and grabbed her. “Please, I will do anything for him.” Kaley stopped and looked the women over like she was inspecting her.

“No, he only reveals his full glory to the crème of the crop, you are not woman enough for him. Let’s go.” Kaley spoke all business like.

“But… but” she stammered and then started crying. It wasn’t to that moment, I realized the husband was also whimpering, choking on his own tears of inferiority. What have I done, I thought, thinking how I just destroyed this couple’s life in an instant.

“Wait” I commanded Kaley as I gingerly approached the wife. She stared at me with hope, “Please take me with them” she whispered to me. “I am sorry my bitch is right, you are not an alpha female who I could directly bless.” My words completely crushed her, and I felt a jab of guilty at what I had did to both of them for little reason.

“But I am a loving god, and my punishment of your husband was too severe.” I said knowing full well that the revelation of the size and power of my cock had forever emasculated poor Harry.”

“I don’t care about him, he is nothing.” the enlighten wife said. “I only want you, I want to worship you, be your slave, take your orders like your other women.” She pleaded.

“No, that is wrong, whore” feeling anger at her for my own lapse of judgment. “You want me to be your god! you undeserving cunt. Too know what a real man is, to belong to me and the one all powerful cock that fucks, masters and dominates all the beautiful bitches on the Earth.” My voice rose in anger.

“Yes, master. Please, I worship you.” She said expectantly.

“Jessica, do you give your entire feminine existence, your entire mind, body, soul, and pussy to me as my worshipper, property, and slave, to serve me a supreme male and god?” I forcefully asked.

“Yes master. I do!” she shouted out.

“Then know the true power of your god.” I said, reaching out I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my cock muscle. Her tiny and insignificant hand grasped the massive muscle in my jeans, and her mind and body went white with physical pleasure. He eyes rolling in their sockets as her pussy squirted steady streams of juice down her legs.

“Tell your worthless, inferior husband what I have rewarded you to feel.” I commanded.

My godhood had placed Jessica in between the mundane world of mortals and a higher plane of existence were my divine essence resides. Jessica experienced the great revelation of my cock’s power, as she spoke out into the mundane world were her husband submissively knelt below us. “Harry, his cock is true power, he is so powerful. He is a god. I can see beautiful women, not just the ones who kneel before him now, but all beautiful women, every single one of them, worshipping his cock, praying to it, degrading themselves for it. They all live for it. The only thing they want is to praise him and be dominated by him.” She babble in her orgasm.

I grabbed her hand away from my godmuscle and sternly looked into her grateful eyes. “I have blessed you and now you know my infinite love for my slaves. Now, I have the need to command you.”

“Please master, I need you to order me. I exist for your whim.” She pledged.

“See, this weak inferior male on his knees before me. He has been permanently emasculated by the truth you held in your hand. Your purpose in life is to care for him, love him like a mother loves a small child that he is.” I commanded. She came again been told what to do.

“Yes my lord, when will I see you again?” She said.

“Never, you are not woman enough for me.” I replied honestly and turned to walk into the restaurant with Kaley and my other girls.

From there we were ushered in a large private room on the second floor. The room was spacious and tastefully decorated with an antique feel. Kaley must have worked on the presentation, because a large chair was situated at the head of the table. It was larger and more ornate than the other three chairs, and it was clearly porno seyret intended as my seat. As I was sat down on this throne like chair, the girls stood waiting.

“Sit down!” I barked in annoyance, and the girls shivered in satisfaction to my order and jumped to find a place at the table. With Kaley next to me on my right, she said, “You shouldn’t have done that to those mortals, but I am very proud of how you handled yourself.”

“You’re a crazy bitch.” I said aghast at her admonishment. “You were the one who wanted to crush Serinda’s boyfriend balls in the apartment early.” I reminded her.

“Serinda’s sissy male was arrogant and had done bad things to people, he was an affront to your male greatness. He committed hubris. Harry was an alright guy.” She corrected.

“I sensed that, and I felt regret for my actions. That is why I command the wife to care for him.” I pointed out.

“I know this. You acted justly and for this master, I am proud. But you are too masculine, too powerful, and too strong, to reveal yourself like that. Revealing yourself to a weak mortal boy is your ultimate punishment for their hubris, and should not be used without discretion.” She explained.

“But, he offended me by eyeballing Serinda.” I retored.

“My lord” She laughed. “Serinda is a hot and perfect bitch. She is made for mortals to stare at, lust after, grovel in need before her. You made her your bitch, a powerful goddess meant to rule over them as your representative on Earth. What did you expect?”

“Well, I don’t know.” I thought. “That pathetic cuckold, pissed her off.”

“Master, she was merely drunk on the power of your divine cum. The male’s open lust for her was proper and to be expected. It only glorifies you, because only you are man enough to own what other weaker males long to have. This is a natural state of your supremacy. Serinda’s indignation was motivated by her own pride. She was not serving her god’s will, but her own unchecked feminine ego.” Kaley explained.

I could see Serinda slump in her chair meekly as an admission of her own guilt.

“So you are saying Serinda used me, she made a fool of me?” I asked.

“Yes.” Kaley simply replied.

“If that is so, why did you allow Serinda to do that to me?”

“You are supreme and all powerful, you always do whatever you want. But, if you must know, it is all a part of your education. Your godcock and its cum is such a great reward to women that it is beyond all hopes. What it gives is power greater than mortal females should have. But you control your Bitches. You decide how your bitches act, and what they do with so much power. But in this slave’s humble opinion, a just deity would demand that his Bitches have one thought in their pretty little heads. They should be thinking all the time that there god is great and how they can please him. Of course, you are the one that has two feet of all powerful cock that can effortlessly give ultimate pleasure and power, you do whatever you want. But if I was you, I would expect that my bitches lived only to be told what to do.” Kaley smiled prettily at me, then looked down at a menu.

“Serinda what do you have to say? as I turned to her.

“Oh master, my god, Kaley is right. Please forgive me, I didn’t realize it at the time. All I could think of was how powerful I have become, and how that little perv was not recognizing how much better I was than him.” She said self surprised and then continue more solemnly, “Please forgive me, I swear I will never ever think I am anything more than your worthless slut again. From now on, I will proudly display how hot your slave’s body is. I will make them beg for my body but show them they are too weak to ever have me. Just so then next time you fuck me, you understand how powerful you are.”

“I accept you apologize, but what happened outside really troubles me. And I must confess that the thrill of the moment overwhelmed who I am. Or who I want to be as both man and a god. I think Kaley is right, the only thing that should matter to women is that I am their god. Today proved, that anything else would lead to selfishness and chaos. I am going to take Kaley’s advice, those that live to worship, I will answer their prays with god cock. But those who have selfish thoughts, will be denied and be punished. Serinda, you will be punished later. But right now, I want to eat dinner. All this god stuff is giving me a headache.” I said.

Kaley looked at me funny and said, “you can’t have a headache. You’re a god.”

“Oh, yeah, right. But enough, I want normalcy.” I ordered and then everything went normal. Well not normal like before my transformation, but normal enough. We all started acting like normal people in a nice normal restaurant. We looked at our menus and talked about what to eat, and which wines to order. The conversation turned to food. Roslyn talked about her mother’s cooking. Serinda noted that French green beans were different that ordinary green beans. Even Kaley joined in to add that ancient Egyptian’s lettuce was a lot different from the varieties today. Apparently, this ancient Egyptian variety produced on the Nile had a milky substance when squeezed that Egyptian associated as the ejaculate of their god, Min.

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This tavern smells like piss. Then again, if the places I frequent don’t reek of questionable fluids, I don’t even bother feeling lucky. It just means that whatever poor sap I’m supposed to murder that night is going to manage soiling himself before I’m out of the splash zone. This is where I might say, “At least I get paid good money for this.” And, well– I won’t pretend to know your piss history (or pisstory, if you will) but if you’re acquainted with the burden at all, you’re either one freaky son of a bitch (good for you), or you know that I sure as hell don’t get paid enough.

As I weave through the crowd, I try my best not to get my floor length wrap-around crimson skirt snagged on any wayward daggers. I try even harder not to let any of these stinky beasts touch me at all; I literally just washed my hair. Once I reach the bar, I take the opportunity to hoist my short frame up onto one of the raised seats, so that I can hopefully get a better look at the crowd. As I scan through the faces and absent mindedly order my drink, I mentally repeat my target’s description to myself.

Tall, dark, and broody — you guessed it– dark elf. Darkest gray skin. Long hair, usually braided in some way, the color of ravens feathers. A face that screams, “I’m very mean and very scary, so don’t bother opening your mouth near me unless you plan on wrapping it around my cock.”

Honestly, sounds like the kind of guy I usually prefer to fuck, not kill. But I learned a long time ago that mixing business, especially my kind of business, with pleasure is a huge no. Consent gets kind of murky when the other party doesn’t realize they’re about to die. I might be a lot of things, but I’m certainly not whatever that would make me.

“Pity, really.” I whisper to myself, sinking back down into my seat with a slight pout on my lips.

“Anything I can assist you with?”

I shriek so loud from the low, gravel filled voice at my ear that the entire bar quiets for a brief moment, dozens of pairs of eyes shooting me dirty looks before returning to their own conversations. I manage as much ire into my own eyes as I can manage as I turn to my right, my heart picking up despite myself, the sinking suspicion settling in that my target ended up finding me this go around.

There’s no way my night could be that convenient.

But as I faced him, I saw the most roguish, despicably handsome male I had ever seen.

Bingo bango bongo.

He leaned into his elbow against the bar top, his body the definition of feline grace as he stared at me with a mixture of amusement, condescension, and heated desire behind his black eyes. He wore all black, because duh, and his hair was let loose, the ends of it just barely tickling his shoulders. I don’t realize how hard I’m ogling him until I hear the sexiest, most luscious chuckle I have ever fucking heard, and feel a single deft finger curls beneath my chin, gently closing my gaping mouth.

Well, it’s your lucky night buddy– turns out I’m too mortified to kill anyone but myself right now.

But I clear my throat, trying my damndest to pull myself together. “Huh?”

And failing, clearly.

The corners of his mouth just barely quirk up before he responds to me in a voice that one might use with a child who’s been caught with their hand in a forbidden cookie jar. “I heard you mentioning a pity of some sort. I asked if you needed assistance.”

“Oh, right, well–” I clear my throat again, giving the bartender a million copper smile as he arrives with my wine, which I shoot down in one go like it’s whiskey before ordering a second. When I meet the dark elf’s gaze again, he’s got one eyebrow raised in that incredibly hot, incredibly infuriating way that his type always does.

Gods, he is beautiful.

Then his other eyebrow shoots up, and now he almost looks like he’s concerned for my mental well being as he echoes me, “Well…?”

I groan irritably, whether at him or myself I’m not sure. Likely both. With a sigh I thrust my open hand out towards him in invitation. “I’m Ali.”

“Ah, she speaks.” He’s got the firmest gods damned hand shake I’ve ever felt, and hd porno when he winks at me with that roguish grin of his I nearly combust. “Davahn. Pleasure to meet you, Ali.”

…

I walk cautiously into the dark elves’ modest room, which is barely bigger than some of the closets I’ve seen of my wealthier targets. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I take in my surroundings. The bed lies in the center, just barely big enough for two, and besides that and a small bedside table, a slightly larger eating table with two chairs, and a currently dead fireplace– the room is empty.

When the door clicks shut behind me, the room goes almost completely dark save for the moonlight streaming in through the open window, and I’m not dumbstruck horny enough not to realize that I’m at an immediate disadvantage to his dark elf eye sight. With painfully precise slowness, I hear the sound of his nearly soundless footsteps coming towards me, stopping only when there’s barely an inch between his chest and my back. My breath hitches when I feel his hand weave beneath my hair at my neck, his knuckles running soothing circles of molten flame slowly down my spine.

“Do I make you nervous?” His gravelly, stupidly low voice is the most heavenly caress, his lips just barely making contact with the shell of my ear as he speaks. When I shake my head, fearing that if I speak I would flounder just as hard as I had been all night, he gives me a breathy, brief chuckle. Heat pools at my core from the delicious sound. “Good, lovely. I don’t want to make you feel nervous, I want to make you feel more pleasure than you have ever felt in your short life, more than you will ever feel again.” I can’t tell if he purposefully licks my ear, or if the tip of his tongue just accidentally brushed it as he was talking, but he seems pleased by the fact that I sink into him because of it either way. I can already feel a rather –impressive– imprint against my ass as his mouth gently ghosts down my throat, his hand at my back snaking around my waist to run equally torturous circles across my tummy. When I feel his teeth nip at my neck, I let out one of the most embarrassingly loud moans of my life and immediately smack my hand over my mouth, earning me another sinful chuckle from old scary hot pants behind me. His free hand circles my wrist like an iron chain before yanking it away from my mouth and placing it around his neck.

“Oh no, lovely little Ali.” Davahn simultaneously lays his tongue flat against the base of my throat and his hand flat against my stomach, both traveling upwards with painful slowness until his hand reaches my breast and his mouth is pressed against my ear once more. As he kneads my breast in his large, strong hand, my nipple hardening into a painful peek beneath the thin fabric of my off the shoulder blouse, he practically growls at me, “I want to hear every pretty little sound you make when I tease you. And when I take you completely–” He bites my ear then, harder than he’s bitten me before, and a noise I don’t even recognize as me bubbles up from my chest and past my lips. “– I want this entire fucking town to hear you scream my name.”

Dear Gods. If I was still going to kill this dude, I sure as hell can’t now.

Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s got me flipped around to face him, one of his reaching behind my neck to pull me in for a kiss, but he stops just short of my lips, so close that I can taste his sweet breath on my tongue. I must be looking up at him like a horny yet frightened deer, because the corners of his mouth quirk upwards as his free hand skirts down my back, over my ass, and down the back of my thigh. His hand easily finds the incredibly high slit in my skirt, slipping beneath it to grab at the back of my thigh, the squishy flesh feeling vulnerably soft beneath his hard hand as he lets out a strangled noise over my face. Finally, his mouth brushes mine, but he’s gentler with his kiss than I ever would have imagined he’d be. He kisses both my top and bottom lip in turns, just barely grazing them, the softness of it setting my entire body on fire. As he kisses me, his hand sarışın porno snakes back around and over my hip before skirting over the front of my thigh and down towards my center, and I moan into his kiss with anticipation.

That is, until his hand makes contact with the dagger that’s strapped to the inside of my thigh, and I feel him grin.

“Out of all of the women who have been sent to end me–” He lets out a throaty chuckle against my mouth as he carefully slides the blade free, tossing it aside nonchalantly without breaking our kiss. “– you are by far the cutest.”

Well, fuck.

“I, uh–“

“Oh dear, we’re back to the stammering of the ‘I’s’ and the ‘Uh’s’ again, are we?” He sighs in a mocking way before biting down softly on my lower lip. “I thought we moved past this, Lovely.”

A nervous giggle comes out of me before I can catch it, and I can’t tell if this is about to get super hot or if I’m about to super murdered. “S-sorry, I–” Davahn finally breaks our kiss to trail teasing little nibbles down my jaw line, which really isn’t helping with my concentration one bit, but I’m sure he’s aware of that. As his hot hands both take hold of the backs of either of my thighs and he lifts me against him, I wrap both of my legs around his waist with a half annoyed and half horny groan, “Well, I’m kind of an assassin.”

He snorts as he ghosts his mouth down my neck, and I’d find it difficult to describe anything about the man as cute, but it came pretty close. “Yeah, I sort of figured that one out.” He casually carries me across the room as if he’s going for a little stroll before pressing my back against the wall, nonchalantly asking me as he very clearly ogled my body wrapped around his, “How much did they offer you?”

“Not nearly enough.” I sigh in defeat as he leans down with an incredibly masculine and satisfied smile, staring up at me with heat behind his gaze as he grazed the hard peak of my nipple through my shirt with just the tip of his tongue.

“Is that so? So I take it that you’ve decided not to kill me, then?” I hate the fact that I can’t fight my moan as his tongue runs slow, torturous circles over the painful peak, his dark eyes never breaking contact with mine.

My words sound incredibly breathy and not nearly as confident as I intend when I respond with, “Well, that depends, really.”

His wild eyebrow nearly reaches his hairline at that as he lets out the most amused and condescending “Oh?” that I have ever heard. “I’m on the edge of my seat, dear Ali, pray tell. What does my life depend on?”

“Do you do this with all of the women who are sent to kill you?”

He snorts again, and damn him, it is cute.

“And if I do? Don’t tell me you’re looking for someone chaste, otherwise I’d tell you that for an assassin, you’re awfully terrible at reading people.”

“I wouldn’t say chaste, no.” I gasp as he sucks my nipple into mouth, his tongue greedily lapping at it, and I can already tell that my shirt is going to need some time by the fire after this to dry. I barely manage to moan out, “It’s just that the guy who hired me seemed like he really wants you dead, and he was also quite irritated, so I imagine quite a few other women have already been sent, and I’m not on the market for any STD’s.”

My breast falls out of his mouth with an audible popping noise, his lips spreading into a wicked grin as his eyes rolled. “I try not to make a habit out of fucking women who want me dead.”

It’s my turn to snort now. “Don’t tell me, I’m just so special that you can’t resist the temptation?”

Davahn chuckles before taking the neckline of my blouse between his teeth, dragging down until both of my breasts spill out of it. The noise he makes almost sounds like I kicked him in the gut as drinks me in greedily with his eyes. “That’s one way of putting it.”

He sucks my naked breast back into his mouth, repeating his patterns of licking, teasing, sucking, and biting until I’m practically writhing between him and the wall at my back, mewling like a frustrated street cat. I feel one of his hands reach for the knot at the waist of my skirt, izmir escort and it takes him so little time to undo it that I would be annoyed by his grace if I weren’t so desperate to be naked. As the skirt falls to the floor he’s already working on getting my shirt over my head, and once I’m naked as the day of my birth he pulls back to look at me and all of the amusement fades from his face.

“Dear Gods, you are beautiful.” I barely have time to register the gravel filled compliment before his mouth is on mine again, but this kiss is far from gentle. His tongue is immediately past my lips, prodding mine deftly before circling it, the sound of his deep groan echoing behind my teeth.

When I realize that I’m very naked and that he’s very not, I start to fumble with his black tunic, barely managing to get it up and over his head. As his lips return to mine I immediately dig my nails into his chest, and in response he straight up growls at me.

“Oh sweet girl, I am going to do such nasty and despicable things to you.” And then he’s hoisting me up and bending me over his shoulder, laughing in the most sexy and simultaneously threatening way I’ve ever heard as I shriek in surprise at the change in elevation.

He doesn’t need to carry me far. It is a very small room. He doesn’t take me to the bed like I’m expecting, though. Rather, he sets me on my back on the small table with ass hanging off the edge before falling to his knees on the floor. Instinctively I lift both of my legs up and over his shoulders, letting my thighs rest on either side of his neck, and the way he grabs them and kneads with his fingers as he stares right into my core nearly kills me.

“That’s a good girl.” He continues kneading my thighs almost painfully as he leans forward, planting the softest kiss imaginable against my clit, the breath of his chuckle tickling me when I moan and nearly arch right off of the table. “So responsive.” He praises me before planting another soft and teasing kiss to my center, earning another strangled cry from me. “So sweet.” He says the word sweet like it was strangled out of his throat, his hands both traveling upwards to pin down my hips as he greedily lapped at the juices which had already leaked down my thighs earlier. “And so fucking wet for me.”

I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed at this point. I just reach down and entangle my hands into his raven black hair, yanking hard as I beg, “Please.” He seems to like that, because he growls something fierce as he sinks his tongue deep inside of me. “Oh, fuck.” I never thought once that a tongue could fuck a woman the way his tongue is fucking me right now, but gee whiz, this dark elf might have just earned himself a gods damned squire.

One of his hands reaches up to tease my nipple as he fucks me with his tongue, and I can’t help but cry out and grind helplessly against his mouth as he takes my nipple between his fingers and twists, hard. I whimper in protest when his tongue briefly exits me, but the complaints die on my lips as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I feel an unbelievably long finger sink inside of me in its place. I let out the most unashamed and desperate whine of my entire life as he seductively removes and then sinks that finger back into me, followed by another, his teeth gently nibbling at my clit as I cry out his name.

“Yeah?” His breathing is ragged as he looks up to me, his smile indecently wet as his hand starts fucking me wildly, palming my clit as he does. “Is that how you like it?” The sound of Davahn savagely fingering me fills the room, only being drowned out by my own cries of pleasure.

“Yes, daddy fuck. Harder. Fuck me harder, please.”

Well alrighty then, Ali.

Davahn lets a low, velvety growl at that as he obliges me, sucking my clit back into his mouth roughly and groaning as my hands intertwine in his hair and I grind myself against his face.

I can feel myself clenching tight around his fingers as I come closer and closer to release. My moans slowly fade away as my mouth falls farther and farther open, my eyes scrunching tight with the only sound in the room being of Davahns fingers fucking me hard.

“That’s it baby girl, come for me. Come nice and hard for daddy.”

In case you’re wondering– yes, I did scream his name. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet. Another day, another Ali oops.

To be continued…?

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Bra’Tac arrives in Atlantis, and brings an unexpected companion. The starship Apollo arrives, and Col. Ellis gets an unpleasant surprise…

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Confirming Carter Book Two Daedalus

Chapter Four

Three days later

Interior-Bedroom

0640 Hours

“Let’s just stay in bed, and make love all day.” Tammy said as she ran her tongue up over the back of Carter’s leg. She kept moving up, moving over and spreading the cheeks of her ass, letting her tongue dip into the musky smelling crack.

“Ooooohhh, don’t do that!” Sam protested, trying to squeeze her butt cheeks together. “I haven’t had a shower. I’m all dirty back there.”

“Mmmmmmm, your scent is delightful. I know you want it. I can smell how excited you are.” Tammy laughed huskily. “Your mouth says no, but your little pussy says, yes…yes…yes!!”

She dragged her tongue up the crease of Sam’s bottom again, making her moan and arch her hips back at her, forcing her ass up at Tammy’s face as she relaxed and let her asscheeks open under the pressure of Tammy’s fingers.

“I’m going to lick your asshole, Sam.” Tammy purred as she dragged her tongue over the smooth, fragrant flesh. She ran the tip around the puckered pink ring, not touching it, then spread her cheeks wider and dipped down to lap at the fur fringed slit of her pussy.

“Noooooo, please don’t.” Carter whimpered, her face buried in her arms. She spread her legs wider, and her ass pushed back at Tammy’s face.

“Yes, I’m going to do it, Sam. I’m going to stick my tongue up your ass now.” Tammy whispered. Her tongue darted out, stabbing at the tight, wrinkled ring of muscle, then moved in lazy circles around the outer rim.

“Please, Tammy.” Carter whimpered.

“Please what, Sam?” Tammy gasped into her ass. “Don’t you want me to lick your asshole? You don’t want to feel my…”

“Sam?” Andi’s voice came from the comm. “Can you and Tammy come in the kitchen please? I’ve got coffee going.”

“Nnnnuunnngggghhh!” Carter grunted as Tammy drove her tongue roughly against the tender rosette of her ass.

Tammy pulled away, glaring at the comm unit, then crawled up over the bed and hit the speaker button.

“Andi, do you remember that us time we talked about? We’ll be with you in a couple of hours.”

“I remember, but I also remember saying that I wanted you to do that in the middle of the day.” Samuels laughed. “We have things we need to get done Tammy. So come on, get moving.”

“I told you you shouldn’t have put that thing in here.” Carter laughed as she rolled off the bed. “I have to pee. Come brush your teeth. And use mouthwash too.”

“Bitch.” Tammy muttered as she smacked the comm button. She rolled across the bed and got to her feet, following Sam into the bathroom.

Carter was standing at the sink brushing her teeth when she came into the bathroom. Tammy walked up behind her and tried to turn her around, but she pulled away.

“Huh uh. You’re not kissing me with that mouth till you brush your teeth. And use this.” She laughed, holding up a bottle of mouthwash. “Twice.” She rinsed, then kissed her on the cheek, and went out into the bedroom.

“I just can’t win this morning.” Tammy said to herself as she sat on the toilet.

Carter walked across the living room and went into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw O’Neill, Sheppard and Caldwell sitting at the table.

“You could have said we had company, Andi.” She grinned as she stepped back through the door. “Would someone make us coffee? Big cup, heavy cream, four sugars. We’ll be right with you.”

She went back to the bedroom, and met Tammy coming out of the door, as naked as she was.

“Get dressed, we have company.” She laughed. “I already flashed Jack. I don’t know if his heart can take seeing you too.” She stepped into Tammy’s arms, kissing her lightly, then more eagerly.

“I still think we should just stay in bed all day.” Tammy said as they finally broke apart. “We haven’t had a day off in weeks.”

“Soon, I promise. I’ll change the codes, we’ll turn off the comms, and just spend a day, you and me. But right now I think they want to talk to us.”

Interior-Kitchen

0720 Hours

“What’s so important that you couldn’t let us sleep a little longer, Andi?” Tammy asked, scooping another spoonful of sugar into her coffee.

“You weren’t sleeping, Tammy. And we have…” Samuels said.

“You’re comm is on vox.” Sheppard said, blushing slightly.

“We weren’t listening.” O’Neill said. He grinned at Carter. “Well, I wasn’t, but I think Caldwell was.”

“NO! I was…” Caldwell sputtered.

“We’ll get it fixed.” Samuels said. “For god’s sake, will you grow up?”

She turned to Carter. “We heard from Teal’c, Master Bra’tac will be coming in today. We’re expecting him to be here before ten. They were moving his things to the gate, and he should be ready soon.”

“I’ve moved Gen. O’Neill over to the east tower already. I was going to put Master Bra’tac in the suite on the same floor, but Jack thinks it would be better to put them xhamster together. It appears that Teal’c agrees.”

“There’s more than enough room in that barn she put me in for both of us.” O’Neill said. “And Bra’tac is used to living with other people. He has five people living with him on Chulak, in half the space we’ll have. And he’s going to need someone to show him how everything works. Besides, if we share a place, it’ll be easier to plot against you.”

“Plot away, Jack.” Carter laughed. “Just make sure it’s something useful.”

Interior-Gateroom

0950 Hours

They were stepping out of the porter as the vortex erupted from the gate, and Carter picked up her pace, wanting to be ready when Bra’tac came through the gate.

Teal’c stepped through the gate alone, bowing slightly when he saw Carter and Tammy.

“Where is Master Bra’tac, Teal’c?” Carter asked. “He is coming, isn’t he?”

“Master Bra’tac is having…difficulties.” Teal’c said with a smile. “He will be with us shortly. They seem to be having a disagr…”

Just then, a small boy ran through the gate, followed by Bra’tac.

“Dal ma’kalmah. Shel’tii!” Bra’tac was saying as he stumbled through the gate behind him.

“No, my child, wait.” Teal’c said quietly to Carter as he stepped up beside her.

Tammy stepped to one side and blocked the boy’s path, squatting down in front of him and holding him gently.

The boy squirmed, glaring at her. “Unhand me woman! I am Geraan of the Jaffa, a great and mighty warrior!”

“Cease Geraan!” Bra’tac shouted. “Do not embarrass me further, kalmah!”

He turned to Carter, bowing, then began to drop to one knee. She stopped him, bringing him up and embracing him.

“No old friend, you kneel to no one.” She said quietly. She stepped back, smiling over at the boy. “And who is this fearsome warrior you’ve brought with you? An addition to my army perhaps?”

“My apprentice, and trenkalmah. My grandchild. He insisted that he accompany me, to protect me.” Bra’tac smiled. “I was unable to refuse.”

“So I see.” She said.

She turned and knelt beside Tammy, looking at the boy.

“Tell me, Geraan. Why have you come to Atlantis?” She asked him. “Besides protecting Master Bra’tac, of course.”

“We come to serve the warrior queen.” The boy said, breaking away from Tammy, and drawing himself up to his full three and a half foot height. “She summons my master for his wisdom!”

“Indeed. Master Bra’tac is one of the wisest men I know.” She said, glancing over her shoulder, and smiling at Bra’tac. “He and Gen. O’Neill will guide me as I…”

“You?” Geraan gasped, stepping back and falling to his knees, prostrating himself in front of her.

“Stand Geraan. A warrior, especially a Jaffa, does not kneel.” She said as she helped him up. She glanced back at Bra’tac, then back at the boy. “Perhaps your master will allow my consort and I to assist in your training. There are many things you must learn if you are to lead my armies someday.”

“You left your guards.” Ronin said as he stopped behind the boy.

Carter looked up at him and grinned. “Whoops?”

Geraan spun around, his eyes going wide as he looked up at Ronin. He dropped into a fighting stance, his face setting in a scowl.

“Back beast!” He said menacingly as he stepped forward.

Carter laughed as she put her hand on his shoulder. “Easy Geraan. This is Ronin, the guardian of my realm, and my protector. He will be another of your teachers.”

Ronin looked down at the boy, then growled. Geraan flinched, but stood his ground, not taking his eyes off of him.

“He’ll do.” Ronin said, looking down at him.

“Good.” Carter said, then looked down at the boy. “Geraan, would you like to see where you and Master Bra’tac will be living? I’m sure Gen. O’Neill will be happy to meet you.”

“Indeed.” Teal’c said. “I believe I shall accompany you. To assist Bra’tac and Geraan in getting settled.”

“Indeed.” Carter laughed.

Interior-Conference Room

1425 Hours

“Colonel Sheppard, the Apollo just dropped out of hyperspace on the other side of the system. They’re holding position eighty diameters out.”

“Affirmative. Keep me posted if they move.” Sheppard said. “Apollo just dropped out of hyperspace.” He said to Carter and Caldwell.

They were in the conference room of the Central Tower. Caldwell had been reviewing their plans to take the Apollo when it arrived.

“Looks like we put your plan into action sooner than expected, Steven.” Carter said. She looked over at Sheppard. “Do you really think you can pull this off?”

Sheppard nodded. “Now that we have the Daedalus equipped with the cloaking technology, they’ll never know we’re coming. Caldwell is right though, we’re gonna have to be sitting right on top of them when we start beaming people out.”

He looked over at Caldwell. “This is a nice touch, beaming the crew off as we take the bridge. Ellis will never expect that. Are you sure your people can put them into the holds safely? I’d hate to materialize iskenderun escort someone inside a wall, or between decks.”

“Marks can stand a dime between a pair of graham crackers on a table. I’ve seen him do it.” Caldwell said. “We can put those people into Daedalus’ holds, no problem.”

“Okay. Get your people together and get in position. And you use stunners and zats when you move them, no firearms. We’re not going to kill these people. We just want the ship. Is that clearly understood?”

“Yes, colonel.” They both answered as they moved toward the door.

“And good luck.” She called as they left the room.

“Now we wait.” She said to Tammy. “I wonder what Ellis has in mind.”

The answer wasn’t long in coming.

Interior-Apollo Bridge

1535 Hours

“Incoming message from Apollo, colonel.” The Ops tech said, looking up at her. “Daedalus reports that they’re in position.”

“Send it to the conference room, Chuck.” Carter said as she turned and trotted across the short space between them.

“…Atlantis this is Apollo. Atlantis this is Apollo. Respond please.” Abraham Ellis said, leaning back in his command chair

“This is Atlantis, Apollo. Col. Ellis. We weren’t expecting you. What can we do for you?” She said casually.

“I’m surprised to hear you as well, Col. Carter. I was advised that you had resigned your command, and your commission, and that Col. Sheppard was currently in command of Atlantis.”

“Neither the Pentagon, nor the IOA have accepted my resignations, and since Dr. Keller has declared me fit for duty, I have resumed command.” She paused. “I can send you the supporting documents if you like.”

“No thank you, colonel. That won’t be necessary.” Ellis said. “My orders are to arrest Col. Sheppard, Dr. Keller, and Dr. Samuels, and secure Atlantis by whatever means necessary.”

“Whatever means necessary.” Carter said slowly. “That sounds very unfriendly, Abe. Why don’t you bring the Apollo down, we can sit, talk, and come to an agreement. I’m willing to work with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, colonel.” Ellis replied. “Then if you would be kind enough, put Col. Sheppard, Dr. Keller, and Dr. Samuels in a jumper, and when I have them in custody, lower the shield and surrender control of the city to my representatives. Once I am assured that Atlantis is under my control, I’d be happy to come down and speak with you.”

“I see.” Carter said. “Would you mind telling me what my military commander, chief medical officer, and a staff member are charged with?”

“You know very well what they’re charged with colonel. All three are charged with mutiny, and conspiracy to commit mutiny. I’m still trying to figure out why you’re name isn’t on that list.” Ellis said. “Now I’m afraid I have to demand that you surrender them, lower the shield, and await my representatives.”

“Abe, I can’t do that. I am the legally appointed commander of the Atlantis expedition, unless you have orders relieving me of that command. From my point of view, what you are doing is a hostile act, and I am well within my rights to fire on you. Do you have any such orders in your possession? If you do, would you transmit them please?”

“Col. Carter, the information I have is that Col. Sheppard was in temporary command of Atlantis, and while in that position, illegally seized control of the city. My orders are to secure the city, and arrest the conspirators. Are you going to comply willingly, or am I going to have to use force?”

“No need to use force, Abe.” Carter said lightly. “But I have a better idea. I think I’ll just take your ship.”

“And just how did you pla…” Ellis began to say as he was beamed off the bridge and into one of the Daedalus holds.

“The ship is secure, colonel.” Sheppard said a few moments later as he dropped into the command chair. “We’re coming home. We’ll hold orbit at three diameters until we can go through and see what they’re packing.”

“Good job, John. Standby.” Carter said with a smile as she looked at the screen on her laptop. “Caldwell reports they have two hundred and thirty-four souls safely aboard. Bring our people home.”

Interior-Conference Room

1715 Hours

The glare of an Asgard beam flared near the door of the conference room. When it faded, Col. Ellis of the Apollo was standing surrounded by four marines carrying stunners.

“Col. Ellis.” Carter said, not getting up from her seat at the far end of the table. “Come in. Have a seat please.”

A marine led him to a seat in the middle of the table, well down from her. There were two cases sitting on the table in front of him.

“I’m sorry we have to meet under these conditions, Abe. I really am.” Carter said. “I’m pretty sure that I’m ending your career. But I didn’t have any choice.”

“What’s going to happen to my crew?” Ellis asked, looking down the table at her.

“You and your crew will be returned to Earth as soon as we’re finished talking. They are still safely aboard the Daedalus. Caldwell allowed you to confirm for eskişehir escort yourself that they were all safe, and uninjured?”

“Yes, thank you. The only thing hurt was my pride. I landed on my ass in that hold.” He said.

Carter tried not to smile, but didn’t succeed.

“Before I send you home, I’d like to ask for your help.”

“What kind of help, and why would I do that, after what you’ve just done?”

“What I’ve just done is defend my home against a hostile force. And what I want you to help me do is send a gift. A peace offering if you will.”

“I don’t understand, colonel.” Ellis said. “Can we just get to the point?”

“Of course. Open the green case.” she said.

Ellis pulled the case over in front of him and popped the latches. He threw the lid back, and his eyes got wide as he stared at the contents.

“Is that a…”

“Yes, it’s a drone. There are fifty pallets of them stacked in the gateroom, two hundred to a pallet.” She said.

“I thought all the drones had been used fending off a Wraith attack, three years ago.” Ellis said. He reached out and started to pick it up, but stopped when she cleared her throat.

“It has a bit of a static charge, and can give you a nasty burn.” She said. “We restocked our supplies of drones. The ones we’re going to give you are leftovers. And before you ask where we got them, we made them. Here, in Atlantis.”

“What’s in the other case?” He asked.

“Open it.” She said.

He pulled the other case closer and eased the lid back this time. He looked down the table at her, holding his hand out toward the case.

She nodded, and he picked up the ZPM, turning it in his hand.

“This has a full charge.”

“Yes, have you been briefed on my STM bridge research?”

“Yes, is that how you did it? You charged this using that technology?”

She nodded. “I’m not going to tell you, or the IOA how I did it. I am, however, open to trade.”

“What kind of trade? And on what scale?” Ellis asked.

“Goods, technology, licensing, services, we’re open to everything.” She said. “I’d like to start small though. That charged ZPM for five depleted ones.”

“And the drones you mentioned?”

“Like I said, a gift, or a peace offering.” Carter said. “After you and your crew have been transferred to Earth, we’ll give you the address for a space gate to send the depleted ZPM’s to. Ask them to put them in a bag, or a case if you would, picking up loose objects in space is a pain in the ass. Once we receive them, we’ll send the drones to any gate address the SGC specifies, so they can be inspected with no threat to Earth.”

“What about my ship?” He asked.

“I’m going to keep it. I took it fair and square.” She said lightly. “And I keep what I kill. That’s the way we play here in Pegasus.”

“They won’t stand for that. They’ll come after you with everything they’ve got.” He said.

“And that would be nothing. Both the IOA’s active ships are now part of the Atlantian navy. You won’t have another ship come off the line for almost a year, and that’s if they gear up production and work three shifts.”

She sat forward in her chair, warming to her subject.

“Only two races had intergalactic ships in the Milky Way, and most of the Gua’uld’s were destroyed, the rest are in the hands of the Jaffa, who aren’t going to give them to you. The Asgard gave you the technology to build my new ships, but they think that this is an internal dispute, and don’t want to get involved. Plus, they like me, so they won’t help either.”

She smiled at him.

“Face it, Abe. You can’t get at me.” she said. “And by the time you do build, or scrounge up a ship or two, I will have made allies of the major races in this galaxy. You’ll lose every battle, or I’ll have so much warning that I’ll blow you out of the sky as soon as you come out of hyperspace.”

“Or, you can leave me alone, let me help the people of Pegasus, and when we’re ready, expand into the Milky Way, and do the same thing there. I’d welcome Earth’s help. I’m going to need doctors, engineers, skilled workers, people that can go out and make a difference in both galaxies.”

“I almost believe you, colonel.” Ellis said.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not.” She said as she stood up and strode for the door. “Bring your ZPM, leave the drone.”

She was out the door and walking toward the Ops Center before he was out of his chair. The marines closed in around him, and he followed them out the door.

The Ops tech was dialing the gate, and as soon as the vortex receded, she pressed a button to send the IDC, then started speaking.

“Stargate Command, this is Atlantis. Stargate Command, this is Atlantis, come in please.”

She waited a moment, and was about to speak again when a voice said. “This is Stargate Command, please identify.”

“Walter?” She asked. “This is Samantha Carter, in Atlantis. How are you? It’s been a while.”

“I’m fine ma’am, Mr. Woolsey is on his way, and should be here in a moment.” Harriman said.

“That’s fine, Walter. How are things at the SGC? We heard that Gen. Landry had been arrest…”

“Col. Carter, This is Richard Woolsey, of the IOA. I am in command of this base now. What can we do for you? Hopefully you’ve come to your senses, and are prepared to surrender.”

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The shadow-creatures. The denizens of the dark.

For as long as humanity has existed, a subset of the population has been aware of the malformed beings of evil that lurk around every corner. Their only desire is to eradicate humans and turn the mortal realm into their playground, but as long as the Warriors of the Light exist, they have sworn to prevent that – no matter the cost.

As technology has progressed, fewer and fewer profane places have existed for them to spew their evil magic from. As a result, the Warriors lessen in numbers, until the year 2013, when there are only a handful left. From a central bureau in France, instructions are sent out, leaving the Warriors able to act autonomously as they heroically move from country to country, striking down these demons wherever they rear their ugly heads.

###

For the past three days, Christa Quan had been traveling through the Roman countryside. Unlike most Warriors, she was able to make her own schedule: a relatively new recruit to the cause, she’d been given a shared jurisdiction. The intent was to allow her to learn at her own pace, never rush in exhausted or grow overwhelmed by the tasks she faced.

She had been a Warrior of the Light for almost ten years now, so she knew that soon she would be given a continent of her own to protect. Until then, she enjoyed the leisurely pace of her duties – rather than catch a taxi straight from the airport, she’d allowed herself to walk all the way to the Tiber.

Her mission was clear: the bureau had heard rumors of an ancient Pagan tomb (adjacent to the River Tiber) where the god Epona had begun resummoning its strength, preparing for yet another bid to take over the world of man.

Not if I can help it, she thought with a cocky grin.

Christa normally had no idea where the bureau got its information, but she’d dealt with Epona and her acolytes before, and the first step was always the same: for Epona to return, she needed blood.

Gallons and gallons of fresh horse blood. If unusual reports of slaughtered horses begin to hit the grapevine, odds are pretty good that Epona is involved.

Standing outside the reported temple site, Christa weighed up her options. It had been a long day of walking, but she was used to that – Christa enjoyed walking, and it was something she was going to miss when she was given her own territory to protect.

Walking was a solitary pursuit. She didn’t get the stares, the questions, the assumptions. The outfit that her work as a Warrior required was not typical garb for the Roman countryside, and she would rather walk for three days than take a taxi and be subject to an hour of small talk and questions about her suit, her appearance, her heritage.

Her father was Asian and her mother had been Hawaiian, which had given her a gorgeous complexion and meant that no one could ever place where she was from – not that it stopped every man she ran into from guessing, of course. She unwillingly drew their attention not only from her face and unusual mode of dress, but from the bane of her existence: the double-d’s she wore on the front of her chest.

They got in the way during combat, they made running more difficult, and – worst of all – they were (she was sure) the reason that every man she ran into insisted on stopping and having a conversation with her. “What’s your name?” “Where are you off to?” “Why are you dressed like that?”

No, fighting the forces of evil was a solo venture, and Christa liked it that way. She’d never had a romantic or sexual partner – during her time in the academy, one of her instructors had clearly shown an interest, and Christa had spent a few restless nights thinking about her teacher, but nothing had come of it and so Christa had focussed on what she was best at – smiting demons.

At just over five feet high, Christa had almost been rejected as a Warrior. But her incredible hand-to-hand skills had won the bureau over, and her fierce intelligence had been a bonus. She could speak four languages fluently, had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the ancient gods who still had active influence in the world, and had dedicated her entire life to fighting evil.

On some level, she knew she was attractive – her work kept her fit, and her arms and legs had a sinewy strength to them. Had she tried to be a Warrior five hundred years ago, she would never have been accepted, but the days of swinging around broadswords were long gone. Everything she needed to get the job done could now be carried in a light backpack, and so her training regime focused more on flexibility than brute strength.

She had everything she needed for a good night’s rest. She could sleep, wake up, and fight Epona at full strength.

But who knew what stage of the transition Epona was in? Those few hours could be the difference between “puddle of horse blood” and “goddess of fertility” – and Christa knew which one she would much rather do battle with.

A denizli escort steely expression crossed her face as she pulled out her favorite sword. Different demonic forces require different materials to smite, but when she wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to be facing, Christa always resorted to Darkslayer – like Frodo’s “Sting” or a Jedi’s lightsaber, it emitted a strong glow. It ensured that she could see the path ahead, but that wasn’t why it was her first choice – it made her feel connected to the thousands of Warriors of Light who had come before her.

It made her feel like she belonged.

Holding Darkslayer in front of her, Christa opened the door, and began her trek into the darkness of the pagan temple.

###

There’s a very short list of things that truly terrify a demon. They do not fear death, loneliness, or fear itself. They fear punishment – not from mortals, or the Warriors of the Light, but from their Gods. If you worship the God of Pain, spending months – or years – working towards his resurrection, and you fail him in any way, the wrath that he can unleash makes any human punishment seem like a mild tickling.

But as Christa Quan, Warrior of the Light slew her way through the half-horse, half-abominations that Epona calls her servants, a new item was added to that very short list: the look on her face as she raced towards the Goddess of Fertility herself.

“You’ve gone too far,” she hissed, killing half a dozen demons without blinking an eye. “This. Is. Not. Okay.”

In response, Epona just cackled.

“Foolish mortal,” she screeched, and Christa would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t busy making sure she didn’t get overrun by the horse creatures. Gods were always so dramatic. “You don’t understand – I am the God of Horses. Their souls were always mine!”

Until that day, Christa didn’t realize how accustomed she’d grown to evil having standards. She’d seen towns full of slaughtered innocents, bodies defiled in every way imaginable, and families torn apart – and made to watch each other’s torture.

But the understanding had always been that the soul was different. The soul was sacred. Once you die, your mortal body stays on Earth, and your soul passes through to the afterlife.

As soon as she’d entered the temple’s main chamber, Christa had sensed something was up. Darkslayer had begun glowing in a way that she’d never experienced before, and rather than rush into battle, Christa had spent almost half an hour sneaking around, trying to work out what was amiss.

And that was when she’d seen it. Epona wasn’t just slaughtering the horses and taking their blood; no, she was peeling away their very souls, and weaving them into her new bodies.

The horses would die, but they would find no rest. Rather, they would spend the rest of existence as part of her ghoulish form – whenever Epona was slain, they would live the pain with her. Whenever she killed, their souls would be tarred.

It was grotesque, and Christa couldn’t let it stand.

She’d thrown subtlety out the window, and headed straight for the God, slaying anything and everything that stood in her way. Her Master could have stepped in front of her, and he would have fallen to her sword.

What Epona was doing was wrong, and Christa swore that she would make the Horse Goddess pay for it.

When she reached the centre, however, Epona held up her soul-woven hand, and her servants fell back. Christa suddenly realized she was in unexplored territory – they’d learned about the power that could be wrought from soul-powered magic, but she’d never experienced it first-hand. She’d hoped she would never have to.

“Perhaps your soul would like to join them,” the half-formed God hissed, and Christa shuddered at the thought. Her training had prepared her for death, but nothing could train you for an eternity of servitude, involuntarily powering whatever God killed you.

Soul-magic was frowned upon even by the most evil of gods, and if the bureau had known this was what Epona was up to, she knew they would never have sent her alone. But this was not time to question herself – she needed to take Epona down now, before her power could grow any more.

The look of anger returned, and some of the more sensitive horse-beasts turned away. With a mighty roar Christa charged, holding Darkslayer above her head. Epona, even in her half-formed state, towered above the young woman, easily twice her size, but Christa was undaunted.

She approached the dark figure, and as she swung her sword into Epona’s tree trunk of a leg, was shocked to see it shatter as it made contact.

“No,” she whispered, dropping the hilt in shock.

“You have no idea of my powers, little girl,” the God jeered, and Christa forced herself to reach into her bag and pull out Silvera, the silver sword typically reserved for the undead.

“It’s not going to iskenderun escort be that easy,” Epona said as she tried desperately to hack away at the God’s almighty limbs.

Silvera didn’t shatter, but it also didn’t make a dent. A booming laugh filled the cavern, followed immediately by the braying laugh of Epona’s servants, and Christa realized the God was toying with her.

“You will pay,” she muttered, pausing to put the tip of Silvera against Epona’s leg and then pushing with all her might.

She was rewarded with a wail of pain, as the sword deeply penetrated the half-formed deity’s leg. Before she could withdraw it again, Epona reached down and swatted her to the side, and Christa suddenly found herself halfway across the room, watching in a daze as Epona pulled the sword out and threw it aside.

As Christa got up and began running back into the fray of the battle, Epona reached into the pool of souls, and with a flick of her inhuman wrist, propelled one towards Christa. It hit her suit – to her surprise, it didn’t bounce off, but instead slowly slid down the latex, settling between her legs.

The room suddenly grew dark, and Christa realized that she was now in completely unexplored territory. She could feel her consciousness slipping away from her.

“No,” she mumbled, as her knees hit the floor. “You…you can’t…”

“Farewell, my sweet Warrior,” Epona gloated.

Before completely falling prey to whatever Epona had done, Christa reached around to the back of her pack. With the last of her strength, she pounded the bottom of the bag twice, as hard as she could.

As she passed out, Christa heard a loud boom and the anguished wails of a thousand horse-demons and their god.

###

Christa woke up.

This, she realized, was more than she deserved. She’d encountered the most powerful magic known to any Realm, and rather than hang back and call for backup, she’d let rage overtake her, and marched in.

She should be dead. No, worse – she should be stripped of her soul, forced to know that she was doomed to forever be a pawn to an evil God. And not just any God, but one so low as to use soul-magic.

Instead, she was in a room that smelled of horses. Horses and another smell that she couldn’t quite place – it smelled salty, almost. Sweaty, perhaps.

Pulse bombs were a rarely-used tool in the Warriors of Light arsenal. In the decade she’d been fighting evil, Christa had never needed to use one, and in the 60 years that he’d been part of the guild, neither had her Master.

They were invented in the mid-30s – they weren’t fatal, but they emitted a pulse that demons found unbearable. Christa had seen footage of an Apollic Demon, trapped in a cage while a pulse bomb had gone off. Unable to escape, it had resorted to tearing its own eyes out, ripping its ears off, and eventually pulling out its own heart.

The moment it went off, every demon in the room would have fled for the exit, including Epona. The bombs were harmless to some humans, and caused an instant, painful death in others – Warriors were instructed to use it only in the most dire of straits, as it could result in the death of innocent people…and perhaps the Warrior themselves.

Christa was exceptionally glad to learn that she was one of the people unaffected by the bombs, but a painful death was a sacrifice she would have been willing to make. An eternity as an indentured soul was infinitely worse.

Sitting up, she immediately noticed two things. Firstly, the pool of horse souls was empty. Presumably Epona had found the strength to scoop them up as she left – probably for the best, because Christa had no idea what she would have done with them.

Secondly, there was a huge cock between her legs.

For the next few minutes, Christa stared in shock at the fleshy new appendage. A few things quickly became clear: it wasn’t just a stray phallus. It was connected to her…no, not just “connected”.

It was a part of her.

She could see it throbbing slightly with her heartbeat – the veins on the side pulsating as the heart coursed through her body. More than that though, she could feel it. There was a slight draft in the chamber of souls, and along with feeling it on her forehead and exposed hands, she could feel it on her…

On her new cock.

Her training as a Warrior of the Light had been extensive and detailed, but she was certain that it had never, ever mentioned spontaneous growth of a huge phallus. Was this a side-effect of the pulse bomb? She knew there was a chance that she would be killed, but no one had ever mentioned an equine erection being one of the risks.

No, this was something more than that.

This was the work of Epona.

Christa went to stand up – as she did, her new appendage swung slightly to the side, brushing against her leg.

The moment it made contact with her latex suit, the young woman fell backwards rus porno in shock. Her eyes closed, and her entire body shuddered in pleasure.

It felt good. No, more than that – it felt great.

Christa had explored her body before. Being a Warrior was a lonely vocation, and she’d spent many nights left with nothing to entertain her but her mind…and her hands.

When she was turned on, she’d learned that her skin was oversensitive, particularly her breasts, but also that there was no limit to the abuse her nipples could take. She could pull on them so roughly they were at risk of coming off and never grow tired of it.

After climax, however, she’d learned that they were so oversensitive that just looking at them felt like it hurt. The gentle breeze of a hotel’s air conditioner was almost too much to take, and if she ventured forth to actually touch them, she would uncontrollably squirm with pain.

Pain and arousal.

The unwanted gift that Epona had bestowed upon her, apparently, was similarly sensitive…without the pain. As it brushed against the slick latex that covered her legs, she felt as though her body was filling up with joy.

And when she glanced down, she was alarmed to discover that the extremity between her legs had grown erect.

It’s an erection, she thought, almost unable to believe what was happening. I…I have an erection.

To her alarm, as the penis got harder, it became even more obviously a part of her. She was almost overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations – a sort of hardening and rigidity, an increased sensitivity, a sort of “roar” in the head as blood rushed into it.

It hadn’t been obvious when it was flaccid, but the penis – her new penis – was a tannish brown color- except for the head, which resembled an angry mauve mushroom.

Part of her suit had been ripped in the battle, and so as Christa stared, she couldn’t help but notice the contrast between her soft femininity, and the new ugly monstrosity growing out from between her legs. Where she was all curves and easy lines, the newest addition to her body was hard, incongruously jutting out, ruining a look that she hadn’t even realized that she was proud of.

But what alarmed her the most was the size. As it hardened, it kept growing and growing, get impossibly larger, causing Christa’s breath to catch in her throat as the head – her head – moved closer and closer to her wide eyes.

Finally, right before it hit two feet in length, it settled, and Christa was able to exhale in relief.

The size was still alarming, but now that it had stopped growing she could calm down, get a handle on what was happening. She could start to brainstorm a solution, and deal with the situation in front of her.

The huge, throbbing, situation in front of her.

And that was when Christa noticed her tiny hand was wrapped around the base, slowly sliding up and down.

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No! she mentally screamed. Stop!

But she couldn’t.

It was like she’d lost control of her body. All she could do was watch in horror as her soft, feminine hand teased the nightmare that had somehow grown from between her legs.

It felt amazing.

Even as she wanted the torture to end, she wanted more – she wanted to feel a pair of lips around her huge new head, she wanted to find someone to fuck. Human, animal, demon – she didn’t care, she just wanted to feel herself sinking into a wet hole, she wanted every nerve in her new cock to be stimulated.

With a pang of guilt, she realized that if her old form was standing in front of her, she would tie herself down and fuck herself without hesitation.

But for now, all she had was her hand, and – even as she mentally willed herself to stop – she was getting as much pleasure from her hand as she could.

The cock was sweaty, and her hand used this sweat as a lubricant, spreading it all around the base. With every stroke, she could feel the slippery skin against her fingertips, against her palm. She could feel it in her hand, and she could feel it in her cock.

The sound of a rock falling caught her attention, distracting her for a moment, and Christa realized that she had to leave the chamber as quickly as possible. Who knew how many alterations Epona had made to the building’s structure – it could have been primarily held up by magic, and now that the demon god had left, the whole thing could be on the verge of collapse.

But though the spirit was willing and keen to vacate the temple, her body refused to cooperate. As she focused her attention back onto her hand’s unfaltering actions, the Warrior was filled with revulsion.

She wasn’t stopping. She couldn’t stop. For whatever reason, her hand had decided that getting off was a higher priority than getting out.

And as it got higher and higher on the huge cock, she realized that she couldn’t blame it.

She’d cum before, but nothing had ever been like this – nothing had even compared. The pleasure the enormous phallus was providing was unmatchable. She’d had entire masturbation sessions, bringing herself to sweaty orgasm to sweaty orgasm that hadn’t been nearly as pleasurable as a single stroke of her soft hand on her new, huge cock.

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This is another story inspired by the amazing author XXXecil. A big thank you to them for opening the Faeophobia Universe for other writers to expand and explore. This Caffeinated Quickie was originally written thanks to my amazing supporters featuring their suggestions, kinks and story ideas. Cheers and happy reading!

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“Where would you like me to put the coffee cake, Claudia?”

Claudia Williams turned from arranging her hand-knitted doilies and smiled at her sister. “On the side table and thank you kindly for helping me out, Anna. I know this whole affair was very last minute.”

She meant it too. Why she had been saddled with hosting this particular meeting of the Atlanta Ladies Social Club was beyond Claudia and though the maids did a fine job of keeping her large Buckhead manor home clean and in good order, Claudia needed to know for herself that all was arranged and in its proper place.

“I thought it was Therese’s turn to put on the tea.” Said her younger sister Annabelle, slipping the fine china plate with the sliced cake smoothly onto the polished wooden surface. “Or did she wiggle out of it like the viper she is?”

“Oh, stop that.” Claudia chided then giggled at her grinning sibling, “If she ever heard you say that, Therese would sink her fangs into you.”

Claudia bit at the air in a mocking display then covered her mouth with a dainty hand to hide her own naughty smirk. To talk in such a fashion about a social peer, it was childish but sinfully enjoyable.

Her sister Annabelle–beautiful Annabelle with her brilliant golden hair, trim pilate-sculpted body and captivating southern belle charms–always brought out the girlish side of Claudia. It was as though they were teenagers again gossiping under their bedsheets about boys and not the grownup ladies they were, approaching that dreaded threshold of middle age.

“It’s because she doesn’t want one of them in her big fancy home, isn’t it?” Anna said, smoothing down the front of her floral summer dress and blotting at perspiration gathering on the upper slopes of her full perky breasts with a white kerchief. It was unseasonably hot today, even for a Georgian summer. “Therese doesn’t really approve of The Folk, does she?”

Claudia sighed and straightened up the sofa cushions for the fifth time that morning then stepped back to assess her chosen battlefield.

Well, her parlor in truth but when dealing with a group like the Atlanta Ladies Social Club you treated every engagement like a skirmish where your words were ammunition and your catering was the artillery. Claudia twisted the plate of finger sandwiches a fraction clockwise before facing her darling sister.

“No, I dare say that she doesn’t.” She conceded with a sigh. “Help me with the sweet tea?”

The Celestial Conjunction had been the greatest world-changing event of the twenty-first century. Even more-so than either world war or the nuclear arms race. For as long as history had been recorded humanity had been a bunch of warring, bickering tribes on an increasingly global scale until one unexpected day the stars and the planes of existence had magically aligned heralding the return of The Folk.

The Fae Folk; Elves, Nymphs, Satyrs, Pixies and many more besides had returned to the mortal plane and brought their troublesome ways and magic with them.

Because the Fae were dying out and they needed humans… or rather: human men, to help bolster their thinning population numbers.

“It’s because of that Satyr groundskeeper Daphne Wilkinson hired, wasn’t it?” Annabelle asked, following Claudia into the kitchen. “I heard that she caught him screwing the cook silly behind the gardener’s shed.”

“Anna, language!” Claudia reprimanded sternly before opening the large double-door refrigerator to fetch the chilled jug of iced tea. “But yes, apparently the bleating was quite audible.”

Her kitchen, much like the rest of her manor home, was built on a grand scale. An eight-burner stove was set front and center in a long marble countertop, a massive matching kitchen island dominated the middle of the large room and no fewer than three breakfast nooks artfully populated the wall of french windows gazing out towards her carefully cultivated flower gardens.

“But Daphne did say that her magnolias had never bloomed so brightly.” Claudia added wistfully as she set the cold jug down to gather the drinking glasses.

“Oh, is somebody missing their husband?” Annabelle teased, shooting her older sister a knowing look and seeing straight through Claudia’s prim facade of propriety. “Or is the summer heat getting to you, Sis?”

That was the problem with the Fae and their gosh darned magic. No-one had predicted how drastically it would impact a purely technological modern society. How could they have? It wasn’t like anyone knew that the creatures of myth and folklore would suddenly show up on humanity’s doorstep out of seemingly nowhere.

So magic was suddenly a thing now and it denizli escort was messing with science, medicine, industry and daily life in general on every imaginable level. Fundamental principles and immutable laws of physics could be blown out the window with the wave of a wand, and that was troublesome enough without accounting for the sociological impact of those exotically charming interplanar interlopers.

The Fae were, as a species, many and varied in form but all had one thing in common. They were all impossibly alluring, devastatingly beautiful and the majority of their dwindling population was predominantly female. Almost aggressively female in Claudia’s opinion with their stunning figures, otherworldly good-looks and flawless features. And they had all returned to Earth with one major itch to scratch…

“Asher Williams! Don’t you dare touch those macarons.”

Claudia whipped around at the sound of her son’s name to catch the scoundrel in the act of pilfering one of her cookies from the cooling rack. Annabelle squawked indignantly and threw a dish towel at the freshly minted highschool graduate, who dodged as he stuffed his grinning mouth full.

“Sorry, Aunty Belle.” Ash apologized insincerely through a spray of sugary crumbs. “They just looked and smelled too good.”

“Claudia, it’s a miracle that your hair hasn’t turned white raising an animal like this one.” Annabelle declared, grinning back at her nephew and straightening the spaghetti strap of her little summer dress. “He’s lucky that he’s such a handsome young man or I’d give him a thorough thrashing for misbehaving.”

“You could try…” Ash retorted with a cheeky smirk.

Claudia sighed. She supposed Ash had some right to act cocky. He was a good looking eighteen year old with a tall lean physique honed and chiseled by years of playing competitive sports. He was particularly gifted at the game of soccer and had won himself an interstate scholarship to the prestigious Madison University. Though it would mean him moving interstate which broke Claudia’s poor heart but try as she might, Ash had his heart set on the change in scenery.

She fondly watched the ridiculous pair play their little game of cat and mouse. Dodging in and out of the furniture as she stacked the drinking glasses neatly on a carry tray. Ash moved as nimble and lithe as a cat with his rusty blonde hair whipping with each explosion of athletic power. Annabelle nearly matched him, her long shapely legs flashing under her floating skirts and her firm rounded breasts bouncing with each darting movement she made to counter the young scoundrel.

Claudia caught her own reflection in the polished steel splash-back of the stove. She was proud of her looks and worked hard to maintain them. Her salon perfect chocolate locks tumbled well past her shoulders and her skin was firm and bronzed thanks to expensive collagen creams she used to combat her hours of gardening in the baking Georgian sunshine.

But were those the beginnings of crows feet around her hazel eyes? And she could swear she was beginning to see the first faint ripples of cellulite on her athletic thighs despite the long hours she spent daily swimming endless laps in their pool. Time marched on and all a girl could do was bow gracefully into the next stage of their life or consider the more… adventurous cosmetic options available.

Claudia tsk-tsked that notion away immediately. She wasn’t some Los Angeles desperate housewife going under the knife to be pumped full of plastic. Neither was she one of these lonely hearts resorting to using magic of all things, to tart themselves up like a bunch of shameless you-know-what’s. Claudia was a good god-fearing woman!

A buzzing sound shook her from her internal struggle and she saw Asher’s phone laying on the floor beside her foot.

“Ash. You dropped your phone, Sugar.” She said, stooping to pick it up. “I think you have a call… oh.”

She stared down at the flashing screen and the caller ID displayed on the smartphone. It was backed by a photo. A very provocative photo of an overly-endowed young woman with vibrant blue hair and pointed ears wearing entirely too little clothing in Claudia’s opinion.

A Fae? Why was one of the Folk calling her Ash and why did he have her listed as a contact in his phone?

“Hey thanks, Mom.” Ash said, jogging up with his hand out but Claudia turned aside to inspect the display more closely.

“Who is Sigilla and why does she have your phone number?” Claudia asked in a decidedly cool tone of voice. “She looks like… well, she doesn’t look like our sort of people, Ash.”

“Mom, don’t be like that.” Ash groaned, swiping a hand through his sandy hair. “She’s just a friend and she’s going to be attending Madison U next semester too. I just thought…”

“Asher Williams, that girl is a Fae and we all know what that means.” Claudia stated, as though the implications were plain as day. “Is this why you are moving erzurum escort halfway across the country to attend college? To fooling around with.. with… fairy strumpets like her?”

She held up the phone to showcase the picture to Annabelle who squinted for a moment then whistled softly.

“Mom please, it’s not like that.” Ash said with a roll of his eyes. “Sigilla has her citizenship. She’s on an athletic scholarship, same as I am. You can’t keep discriminating against the Folk because of a bunch of unfair stereotypes. Isn’t that what today’s ladies meeting is all about?”

“He’s right, Claudia.” Interjected Annabelle calmly, ever the family peacekeeper. “We all promised to keep our hearts and minds open today for the sake of community and unity.”

“Fine.” Claudia conceded in a huff. “But your phone stays with me and you are grounded. We will speak about this after our guests have departed.”

“Grounded? Mom, I’m not a child…”

“Grounded, Mister.” She shot back, giving him her sternest glare. “I have people coming over and you’re not going anywhere until we have spoken about this… at length.”

Ash let out an exasperated groan but headed back upstairs to his bedroom. Claudia met her sister’s judgmental stare with one of her own.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She harrumphed, picking up the tray of glasses. “Not until you have children of your own.”

Annabelle frowned but didn’t say anything as she hefted the jug of sweet tea and followed her sister back into the parlor.

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Ash flopped down upon his bed and ran a weary hand down his face. His Mother was being unreasonable. Ash had been honest when he told her nothing was going on with Sigilla… yet.

He had met the gorgeous sapphire haired Fae at the small celebration dinner Madison U put on in honor of all the successful scholarship applicants from the Atlanta area. It hadn’t been a big deal, strictly a canapes and mingling affair held at a decent uptown restaurant, but it had been where Ash had first laid eyes on one of the most stunning young women he had ever seen in the flesh.

She had simply walked up to him–all long legs and lean athletic body sheathed in a shimmering emerald cocktail dress that clung to her firm bulging breasts like wet tissue paper and left leagues of brilliant bronzed skin out on tour–and shook him cheerfully by the hand. Sigilla had introduced herself as the only other soon-to-be college athlete at the party and soon they were trading training-day war stories like old comrades in arms.

It turned out that Sigilla was a siren, one of the merfolk and had been scouted to join the Madison U interspecies women’s swim squad. Ash loved that the Fae were finally being welcomed in professional sports. Because, if nothing else, having a troll as a defensive lineman was freaking awesome!

Ash was no stranger to the affectionate attentions of the fairer sex. His trained and honed musculature and devilish grin garnered him no end of feminine admirers in his senior year but Sigilla somehow dulled his usually rakish wit and caught him staring at down her deeply plunging neckline on several occasions.

What’s more she didn’t care. “Got your phone on you, Ash?” The Fae knock-out had asked playfully after the fifth time he had failed to maintain polite eye contact. “You can take a photo of them. That way we can enjoy the party now and you can stare all you like later.”

What’s more Ash wasn’t certain she had been joking because the level of flirting and sexual tension between them had been off the charts for the rest of the night. In the end nothing had happened but they had exchanged numbers with a heated promise to catch up again soon. Hopefully before the start of the new school year.

Preferably sooner.

So yeah, Ash thought his Mother was overreacting. He didn’t share the anti-Fae sentiment that seemed to infect so much of the conservative right. He could understand some of it, sure but in the end the Celestial Conjunction had happened and there was nothing anyone could do about it but get with the new program.

Besides magic and hot horny Fae chicks ruled. He hadn’t told his Mother but Ash had enrolled in an introductory Thaumaturgy class as part of his first semester course load.

“Ash, Honey? I brought you something to eat.”

The sight of his beautiful blonde Aunt poking her head into his bedroom with a plate in hand reminded Ash that some human women could be pretty great too.

“Thanks, Aunty Belle.” He said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. “You didn’t have to. Aren’t you supposed to be part of the ladies group downstairs?”

“Urgh, the Atlanta Ladies Social Club?” Annabelle made a face as she sat down on the bed beside him and handed him the snack. “What a pack of bigoted prudes. No, I’m only here to support your Mother, Sweetie. She doesn’t really belong with women like that.”

It looked like she had made Ash a tuna fish sandwich but türk porno his attention riveted on the way her light summer dress slid up her silky smooth thighs when she sat down. He took it wordlessly and sat it on the bedside table.

“I don’t know, she sure sounded like one of them to me just now.” Ash griped, staring down at his own hands so he wouldn’t look down the slopes of golden cleavage all but bursting from his entrancing Aunt’s flimsy bodice.

Growing up in a home with two exceptionally beautiful women and an often absent father had led to some confusing pubescent emotions for young Ash. He wasn’t about to go all Freudian on his own psyche but there had been that summer trip to the lake house in Gainesville where he had spent half the day submerged up to the waist in Lake Lanier after seeing his aunt and Mother sunning their trim yet supple bodies in daringly small bikinis.

He had needed to cool off some but hadn’t truly settled down until after some very necessary, if shameful, alone time in the shower.

Then there was that time when a pair of his Mother’s lacy black panties had got mixed in with his clean laundry…

“She’s under a lot of stress with your father away on business. Your Mom also feels like she’s losing you to college.” Annabelle said, resting her hand on the small of his back and bending over a little to look up into his downcast eyes. That just had the effect of pushing her spectacular tits further into Ash’s line of sight. “I know she didn’t mean what she said about your friend. Don’t be too harsh on her, okay?”

“She needs to stop babying me, I’m not a child anymore.”

“She knows that, I mean just look at your room.” She said gesturing about at the team pennants, sporting excellence awards and trophies lining the walls and shelves of the living space. “You have grown into such a fine accomplished young man. We’re both so proud of you. Is it any wonder she is having trouble letting go?”

Her soft hand came to rest on his thigh and Ash hated himself for how good it felt through the thin breathable fabric of his soccer shorts.

“That doesn’t excuse her comments about Sigilla.” He protested with some heat in his tone. “She’s good people and isn’t the guest speaker today meant to be addressing some of that speciesist right-wing bullshit?”

“Language, Mister.” Annabelle said, swatting him gently on the chest with the back of her hand. “…and yes. Which reminds me, I need to get back down there. I think our Fae guest has arrived. Just behave yourself for one afternoon and I’ll talk to Claudia on your behalf, alright?”

“What else am I supposed to do? She still has my phone, remember.”

“I’ll take care of that too.” His aunt said, standing and leaning in to peck him affectionately on the brow. This time Ash didn’t even try not to stare down the low scooping neckline. “Be good, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He said, even as he watched Annabelle’s perfect Georgia peach of an ass strut away under the swaying skirts of her flimsy dress.

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Claudia poured drinks for the other members of the ALSC. Chilled white wine spritzers for Therese and Daphne, iced tea for herself and Annabelle, before remembering her other guest with a small flash of guilt.

“I’m sorry, Dear. Can I get you something to drink… uum…” She floundered for a name.

“Melsa.” Supplied the smiling fairy helpfully. “Iced tea would be nice so long as it doesn’t have too much sugar in it, thanks.”

Claudia’s visitor and the guest speaker for today’s meeting of the Ladies Social Club sat perched on the edge of an antique footstool eyeing the spread of finger food excitedly. Perched was the right word for it too because the pretty little thing was only four inches tall.

Despite that, Claudia had to grudgingly admit that she was very attractive. All the Fae were, which seemed more than a little unfair. Melsa had shiny verdant green hair that floated around her tiny stunning face like the softest emerald cloud and the slender lithe figure of a miniaturized fashion model. Dressed in a doll-sized cherry red party-dress with a low swooping back to accommodate a pair iridescent dragonfly wings, the radiant little creature was somehow making Claudia feel self-conscious about her own appearance.

“It’s sweet tea, Dear.” She explained. “I’m afraid it has a fair measure of sugar in it.”

“Give her a saucer of milk.” Therese said, from where she was critically inspecting a watercress sandwich. “That’s what her kind drinks isn’t it?”

Claudia gave Therese a troubled frown. The older woman was the closest thing the group had to a member of Atlanta’s high society and knew it. Dressed in a trim creamy linen pants-suit despite the warmth of the day, Therese always seemed to be looking down her nose at Claudia and was quick to find faults in others while flagrantly ignoring her own shortcomings.

Not that she had many, not superficially at least. Therese was in good shape for a woman approaching forty. Her lean body kept in shape by a battalion of personal trainers, country club tennis and whatever fad diets were currently in vogue. Her long dark hair and carefully applied makeup always looked professionally touched up and her fingers were perfectly manicured.

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This is the first part of a fantasy story about a young Pryoness’ harsh road to a rather unusual love. It is a long story, and a slow burn, so please do not expect sex on every page, nor to reach the end in the second chapter.

Cautionary (for series): harshness, non-consent, reluctant, violence, straight sex, inter species sex, anal sex.

Setting: Nigawa, planet Mundea (Galeon III), year 3647 (local). You will find a map of Nigawa and a floor plan of Bromodin’s keep in my imgur Literotica album (see my profile page for the link)

Characters:

Pryoness Cassandra Abbadon, human female, 21 years old, heir to the Nigawan throne, female lead

Kang Nichos Abbadon III, human male, 53 years old, current ruler of Nigawa

Sir Brando Boruga, human male, 27 years old, Cassandra’s betrothed

Sir Tregan Mordian, Drak of Valdon, human male, 47 years old, commander Nigawan army

Sir Marvon Marecomb, human male, 46 years old, Nigawan general/diplomat

Burgon Magwick, human male, 62 years old, Nigawan foreign affairs

Burgon Goban, human male, 49 years old, Nigawan internal security

Sir Blooker, human male, 61 years old, head finance department

Sir Gatness, human male, 55 years old, head economy department

Captain Agnious, human male, 33 years old, commander of Bragstone castle

Sir Fidion, human male, 44 years old, Nigawan diplomat

Sir Korbanak, human male, 48 years old, Nigawan diplomat

Major Gadrian, human male, 36 years old, army interpreter

Denora, human female, 24 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Vala, human female, 22 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Syldan, human female, 19 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Leavy, human female, 21 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Moiga, human female, 23 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Polly, human female, 18 years old, Cassandra’s servant

Bashuk, male orc, 32 years old, Green Vale Orcs Warlord

Casus Belli 1: Prelude to War

The Border

It had been a beautiful spring day, but once the sun had disappeared behind the mountains the cold came rushing down into the Weeping Valley, shrouding everything in warmth-leeching mists. Robar shivered as the padded shirt he was wearing beneath his leather jerkin proved inadequate to keep out the chill. The Nigawan army wasn’t well equipped for the climate at the most northern edge of the country. That seemed an oversight, but it was really just a logical consequence of a border that hadn’t been threatened in centuries.

He looked up at the forbidding peaks of the Leviathans, the huge mountain range that separated Nigawa from the orcish lands to its north. The endless chain of jagged stone seemed to float in the sea of mist, the western faces glowing a menacing blood red in the last rays of the recently set sun. For over a dozen generations no tangible threat had emerged from them, leading to neglect of the country’s northern defenses as Nigawa’s other borders had faced the real threat of invasion from its human neighbors to the south on numerous occasions.

Early last summer that false feeling of security had come to a sudden and devastating end as an orcish army had descended from Baelok pass into the Weeping Valley without any warning, and from there swept through Nigawa’s northern shires, murdering and plundering, leaving nothing but death and devastation in its wake. It had taken many days for the news to reach the capital, and then it had taken many more days for the Nigawan army to march north to stop the orc rampage, by which time the invaders had already retreated to the north again.

The army had found nothing but dead and devastated people, and burned and looted towns and villages, and had thus set itself onto the orcish army’s trail, baying for blood. But the Leviathans had proven difficult and time consuming to cross, and the orcs had proven to be an elusive enemy. They had denied them battle, and just kept retreating north as fast as the Nigawans could advance. After having chased the orcish war-bands for days through the sparsely wooded lands to the north of the Leviathans the army’s commander had started to worry about exposed flanks in strange and unknown lands and had halted the pursuit.

With the offending orcs staying out of reach, the army had turned south again, back towards the mountains, and the Nigawan homeland. They hadn’t left without extracting revenge though. They had set an example by burning every orc settlement they found on their way, and killing everything that walked or crawled. After the army returned from its punitive expedition it had been hoped that the carnage inflicted on the orcs would prove to be enough payback to keep them from raiding Nigawa ever again. To make sure another surprise attack didn’t happen, if the orcs didn’t relent after all, they had started to rebuild and man Nigawa’s long neglected northern defenses.

The mist started to lift as darkness fell, slowly clearing the air towards the north of the erzurum escort valley and the densely wooded slopes leading up to Baelok pass. The night before yesterday a lone campfire had been lit near its entrance, resulting in excitement among the guards. Last night their number had grown to three, and excitement had been replaced by anxiety. The first thing he noticed were faint flickers of orange and red; Robar tried vainly to focus his eyes on them. A couple of minutes passed, then a soft breeze rushed past him, chilling him to the bone, before the fog cleared entirely for a moment.

Robar swallowed as his eyes registered the multitude of campfires, there were at least a dozen of them now. Then his ears picked up faint whispers that slowly increased in clarity. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what he was hearing; the faraway beat of drums, of orcish war-drums. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, then turned towards the soldier on guard next to him, “You better go get the captain Erim; he’ll want to see this himself.

Heir to the Throne

Filtered by sheer curtains, the light of a watery afternoon sun cast the interior of the large opulent bedchamber in soft light. Cassandra moaned, the sound muffled with her lips sealed to her lover’s as his hands caressed the creamy skin of her breast and the soft inside of her thigh. Her own hands slid down Brando’s belly, reached for his cock beneath the covers, and found him hard as steel. She cupped his balls with one hand while stroking him softly with the other. He returned the favor by dragging his fingers up her thigh and placing them on top of her pussy, before spreading her labia with the tips and softly caressing around her clit. She pushed her ample breasts against him, rubbing her pebbled nipples against his chiseled chest, then lifted her upper leg and draped it over his hip.

He accepted her unspoken invitation and his fingers slipped down between her wet folds, opening her before delving carefully inside her dripping pussy. He groaned loudly as she proved to him that she trusted him with her virginity. His fingers caressed her insides, taking care not to deflower her. She mewled as he stroked her hymen, then the fingers moved out, collecting her fluids and spreading them upwards between her labia. He coated her clit, then massaged the little hood out of the way and started to softly rub the hardened little button beneath it.

Cassandra lifted her lips from his and gasped loudly as pleasure surged through her belly, up to her breasts. “Oh Brando,” she moaned, “I want you so much.”

Her betrothed groaned loudly in response, his other hand sliding behind her back and pulling her close against him, “Less than three months until the festival,” he whispered into her ear.

She groaned frustrated, cursing tradition; a Nigawan Pryoness was bound to wed at the summer solstice festival. That on its own wouldn’t have been such a pain in the behind if it hadn’t been for that other tradition: like all Nigawan girls she was supposed to be a virgin on her wedding night. While the latter tradition wasn’t really adhered to anymore by the general population, it was within nobility, especially when the girl in question was a royal Pryoness destined for the throne. “Oh dang,” she moaned, “why couldn’t I have been born a farmer’s daughter, then you could just pluck my flower and fuck me senseless.”

Brando softly kissed her cheek while slowly strumming her clit, then his lips nibbled their way to the nape of her neck, then further down along her collarbone, to end up on top of a breast. His lips found a puckered nipple, and his tongue wetly lapped at it, while the fingers working her clit sped up. It sent pleasure up her spine and she felt the climax build rapidly inside her. She rolled onto her back trembling, lifting and spreading her thighs wantonly in the process. He followed her, then softly bit down on the tender nipple while his hand covered her mouth. The fingers of the other kept rubbing, while her fingers clamped down on the sheets. She arched as the wave crested, her screaming muffled as it washed over her, taking her sanity with it.

As she regained her faculties, Brando was leaning over her, his face hovering just inches above hers, and his fingers caressing her long blonde tresses. “I love you,” he breathed.

Cassandra groaned loud, reached up and crossed her hands behind his neck, then pulled his lips down on hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues twirling and dancing. She let go with one of her hands, used it to roll them over, ending up on top of him. Once she was straddling him she moved the hand down between them, and resumed stroking his now throbbing cock. He groaned into her mouth; she disengaged, gasping for breath as she slowly slid down his body beneath the covers. She submerged into a heavy smell of sex, moving the hand wrapped around his cock down to pull him taut, then her eager tongue found his bulbous head and she tasted sex too.

She denizli escort opened wide and her lover trembled and whimpered as she took him inside the warm wet cavity of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and started to suck softly, moaning loudly as his pre-cum spread until it covered everything. She slowly took him deeper until her lips met the hand wrapped around him, resting on his base, then she started to slowly bob up and down on him. His hands closed on her head, caressing her softly while she fellated him. Soon his breathing became labored and she could feel his cock starting to swell.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

She pulled back, let him slip from between her lips, then started to stroke him, moving her other hand to his balls and cupping them gently. She got up on her knees, shrugging the covers back, welcoming the coolness of the air on her sweaty skin. Her hand sped up, and his groaning became louder as a result. Then his hips bucked and she could feel his balls jolt in her hand as he came. She watched in fascination as his sperm jetted out of the small hole in the head, to splatter all over his flat stomach and chiseled chest. Closing her hand on his jolting balls every time he ejaculated audibly increased his pleasure. He jetted half a dozen times, covering his entire torso in a web of glistening threads.

He sank back on the mattress, small amounts of semen still welling up from the head with the rhythm of her administrations. He relaxed and she could feel him start to soften in her hand. She let go of his cock and slid the tips of her fingers through the mess he made, then she lifted them slowly and studied the resulting stretching strands of semen. Soon he would be pumping his seed inside her fertile belly, and then a child would start to grow inside her womb. One of his hands came up and gently cradled her face. Their eyes locked and she realized he knew what she was thinking about.

His other hand found her waist and he slowly pulled her down towards him, and then their lips met once again. They kissed deeply for what felt like an eternity; when he finally disengaged she snuggled up against him, and moaned softly as he pulled the covers back over them. They lay basking in each other’s love for what felt like an eternity, until soft knocking on the bedchamber doors drew her attention. She smiled at Brando and he dropped beneath the covers, once he was out of sight she sat up, careful to cover herself, “Yes?”

The door opened slightly and the head of Denora, one of her maidens, appeared from behind it. “Your father sends word that the council will gather in an emergency meeting just short of an hour from now, milady.”

Cassandra frowned, then nodded slowly, “Just give me ten minutes Denora.”

The pretty brunette nodded back, “As you wish, milady.”

She watched Denora’s head disappear, and then the door closed softly again. Brando came up from beneath the covers, looking at her questioningly, “An emergency meeting? What’s that going to be about?”

She shrugged, “I haven’t a clue, but it doesn’t sound good.”

***

After smuggling Brando out of her private chambers, three of her six chamber maidens accompanied her to the bathroom for a thorough cleansing, and then escorted her back to her bedchamber to get her dressed. She chose a stylish, short-sleeved burgundy-red dress that hugged her body down to her hips and then fanned out all the way down to her calves. With her dress laced up Vala and Leavy moved her over to the stool in front of the dressing table, and started doing her face and hair and putting on her jewelry. She decided to keep that stylish and simple too, going for very light make-up, a pony tail, and a simple, yet beautiful necklace.

She looked amazing in the mirror, her flawless light creamy skin flattered by the dark red of the dress, and her sparkling eyes by the matching blue-gray gemstones of her necklace. It was a style Cassandra loved: clean aesthetics, free from too much distracting clutter. She got up after the two girls moved back a bit, turning and smiling at them, “Thanks for a job well done!”

Vala and Leavy giggled, “We could have put a potato sack on you, and rubbed your face in mud, and you would still have looked beautiful milady,” the latter remarked, with the former nodding her agreement.

Cassandra cast a glance at the wall mounted chronometer, “Time to go ladies, we mustn’t make my father wait.” She moved out of the bedchamber, through her chambers’ entry hall, and stepped out into the hallway past the two burly soldiers guarding the entrance. Both men saluted as she headed towards the east side of the keep and the spiral staircase to her father’s conference chambers one floor below. Vala and Leavy stepped out into the hallway behind her, then moved up to her sides and escorted her down it. Their footsteps sounded hollow on the smooth tiled flooring, and more guards saluted her as she passed them, but she heard iskenderun escort and saw nothing, her mind busy.

By tradition the Kang’s oldest son was destined to become his successor, and it was thus the oldest son that normally got groomed to rule. But Cassandra had been the Kang’s first born, and with her mother dying when she was still very young she had remained an only child. So her education had been far from what was normal for a young noble girl; no embroidery and learning how to play the harp for Pryoness Cassandra: economics, diplomacy, strategy, and some martial arts, had been her subjects of study. That was also why she was now on her way to her father’s conference chambers; to experience the practice of ruling Nigawa.

The guards outside the conference chambers stepped aside respectfully to allow her and her servants entrance to the conference chamber’s ante-room. The ante-room was equipped with ample seating and she instructed Vala and Leavy to sit themselves down and wait for her return. When she entered the conference room itself her father greeted her warmly, and rather informally, as usual. “Hello sweetheart, you’re the last to arrive, so please seat yourself so we can start the meeting.”

After sitting down at the large rectangular table next to her father she greeted the other attendees, starting with Sir Mordian, the Drak of Valdon, who was sitting at her father’s right hand. Sir Mordian was the Nigawan armies’ Commander-in-Chief. Next to him sat Brando, her betrothed, and the Drak’s nephew. Brando had been promoted as the Drak’s second in command after he became engaged to her, to prepare him for his future role as Kangess’ consort. Seated next to Brando was General Marecomb, the Drak’s chief of staff, who also often doubled as a diplomatic envoy.

The other four council members attending were civilian advisors. The Burgons Magwick and Goban seated to her left were responsible for foreign affairs and internal security respectively. Also present were sir Blooker and sir Gatness, responsible for finance and economy respectively. There were many council members missing, but that wasn’t unusual for an emergency meeting. After the usual pleasantries were exchanged her father opened the meeting. “A good hour ago a courier arrived with a message from the commander of Bragstone, the castle watching over the Weeping Valley, and Baelok pass. It wasn’t good news I’m afraid,” he announced.

That sure got everyone’s attention, and she watched faces drop, “Four days ago, after dark, a lone campfire was lit at the base of the pass, the next night there were three of them, and the night after that over a dozen were observed; the unmistakable sound of orc war-drums was also heard. That’s when Captain Agnious, the castle’s commander, decided to raise the alarm, after which it took his courier one and a half days of hard riding to reach Iriskan and deliver his message to me.”

The Drak was the first one to react, “So they’re back…the deterrence didn’t work,” a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Marecomb shrugged, “After a good beating they either cower down or come back for more, you never know for sure with savages.”

The Drak frowned, then addressed her father, “Did the message include information on the orcish army’s strength?”

Her father shook his head, “Our army’s engineers managed to partly block Baelok pass when they withdrew through it last summer, so it’ll take time to move an army across the Leviathans. Captain Agnious suspects that they might continue building up their strength further for days, if not weeks.”

The Drak nodded, “That’s to be expected. I’ll gather the army and move it north as soon as possible.”

Marecomb agreed with him, “Yes, and we should also get a diplomatic envoy to Bragstone as soon as possible, to find out what these orcs are up to.”

Burgon Magwick chuckled at that, “They’re orcs, I think it’s pretty clear what they’re up to…”

Sir Blooker chimed in next, “War is expensive, both in men and in money. Maybe we can buy them off somehow…”

The Kang shook his head, “Even if we could buy them off somehow, they would only be back for more next year. That’s how blackmail works.”

The Drak frowned, then shook his head, “Not as a permanent solution, no, but it could buy us a year my Kang… As things are the defenses in the north are still weak. We have started rebuilding all the local castles and strong-points, but after centuries of neglect… That year would buy us the time to get the defenses in order, and as we’re aware of the danger now, adequate forces will be in place too by the time they come knocking at our door again. Next year we will be in a position to beat them off with minimal losses.”

There was a lot of nodding around the table, and the discussion shifted to the, rather boring, financial side of the affair. Once the available funding had been determined the discussion shifted again, towards the composition of the small delegation that would be send to Bragstone this time. It was the Kang who decided that Marecomb was going to head the delegation, and that he was going to be accompanied by two diplomats and an interpreter. That’s when Cassandra decided to chime in, “I want to go with them father.”

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Lord Jonas Cinder led his pale-skinned, hot-bottomed new slave out of the bowels of the dungeon and into the open-air court much the same way he’d led her from her cell, bound on a leash of rags. She still felt fear as he led her into the courtyard, arms secure behind her back and as bare as the day she was born but she tried to hide it. There were so many people gathered here that she felt completely defenseless. In truth she had never been better protected in her entire life.

The sun had come up on what promised to be a nice day. The sky had already become a healthy blue, with thin wisps of clouds drifting high in the air above the town. A dawn that Glankis sorely needed to bring a new feeling, a new light as it were, to the tired eyes of the citizens. The town had suffered since the War, when the whole section of town outside the old wall had been looted and burnt by the H’Nurt tribes. Then to fall prey to the C’ar V’in raids of the next five summers, as did most of the southern provinces. When money, troops and materials for reconstruction went East to the H’Nurt frontier, Glankis felt the bite but held on as best as they could. When Duke Victor returned at the head of a small mercenary army, things seemed to improve. They were protected by proven troops and the father and son refused to let the tired town collapse. Then his father died and life in Glankis during the War seemed comforting in comparison to the present day. Even in their Noble’s Day best, the people seemed ragged and beat down, now even a bit terrified that they had just traded one evil for another.

All eyes of the assembly fell on them as he led her to the post placed on the ground before and just to the right of the three-step dais. He knew she’d need time to become accustomed to appearing naked before outsiders, especially such large groups, so he ignored the faltering steps she took. She had the potential to be amazingly graceful, almost cat-like in her movements once taught new skills like dancing and swordplay. Not just new skills either, but things about herself she was already beginning to understand.

Although he didn’t show it outwardly, he was quite pleased with her so far. She was responsive and eager, aroused by the restraints and excited by her own helplessness. And she did have the potential to become so much more accomplished than a mere thief-come-alley whore. By making her his slave, taking her body and freedom, he’d opened the world to her.

Nice to see that a long lifetime of practice in judging people hadn’t failed him entirely in spite of recent events.

The post was a pillar of polished oak standing four and a half feet high and mounted on a circular platform of the same wood about three feet across. Long, sinuous carvings of sensuous women had been cut into the wood of the post. The mountings, chains, and bindings were all silver, lovingly polished and shining brightly in the sunlight. A contrast to the rusty and dirty pieces that Duke Victor had on hand for the public displays of his cruelty. A wooden platform that stood against one wall of the courtyard, darkened with the blood of those damned souls that were dragged up the steep stairs to die in horrible pain before the terrified eyes of their loved ones as he flayed them alive, slowly. A rack loomed menacingly against the wall at one end while the pivoting martyr’s cross marked a giant ‘X’ over the spot of death. A headman’s block, two pillories and a chain still holding the remains of a hand all added to the repulsive nature of the place. No one approached within a dozen feet of it. The detestable thing would be burned, and soon.

He made her stand with her back to the post, facing the gathered crowd of wide-eyed townspeople. Well cared for leather cuffs lined with velvet held her ankles securely to a bar through the base of the post, keeping her feet a little more than shoulder width apart. With her shoulders back and spine pressed against it, the cool wood nuzzled against her burning ass soothingly. He locked similar bindings around her wrists- these bolted to the back of the post from where she stood, again forcing her to pull her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out like an offering. Around her thin neck he fastened a wide, hard leather collar that effectively prevented her from looking down, forcing her to look out at the crowd and hooked it by chain to the top of the post. The warm blush of shame colored her tear-stained face. Shame at her nakedness before all these strangers and at the aroused heat she felt under their awestruck scrutiny. It was as if she could feel the scores of eyes on her skin as if they were hands- some groping, some soothing, some curious, some possessive; but all touching her with some sense of familiarity; a sensation that she found immensely arousing. He’d wiped her thighs clean before untying her from the table, but she felt the sticky gravy cooking in her cunny once more.

Lord Cinder brushed a few stray locks of her denizli escort hair out of her face before giving an approving nod and mounting the steps to the throne. Carter Stanton stood on the first step, just behind and to the left of the girl on the floor. Even though it was unlikely, if the crowd rioted he would be the first to her side. She may have been nude, but she was in no way naked and unprotected. The man-mountain’s very presence and patronly visage could calm the unruly. Failing that, his fists could crush bones like a mace. Someone had passed a hasty cleaning rag over the big general’s armor, wiping away dust and flecks of blood and put a comb through his hair. The general looked, as always, a sturdy rock amidst a stream of chaos. Cinder realized that he probably should have done the same, but it was too late for cleaning up now.

On the same step but on the opposite side of the throne was another such man. While not nearly as tall or as massive as Stanton, Jason Halpeitr gave off the air of a hungry mountain lion on the verge of attacking at all times. He stood tall and calmly let his woodsy eyes roam over the nervous crowd. As the captain of Cinder’s personal Guard, his attire was similar to his lord’s, a black chain shirt split for riding, leather pants and hard boots- but he wore no gloves and didn’t carry a flogger. Instead, a hand-and-a-half bastard sword hung across his back and he gripped the thick haft of a tall, broad-headed poleaxe. In most hands the poleaxe could be a formidable weapon, but Jason could split a man’s spine from top to bottom by pushing it with his powerful shoulders. A tabard of black covered his barrel chest, depicting a black tower on blue flames, detailed in silver thread. His squared-jawed face stern and impassive and framed by tightly drawn back black ponytail, he bowed in a salute that mirrored the one Stanton gave in the dungeon hall.

On the next step up and closer to the throne were Lord Cinder’s real bodyguards- his Women. Both were skilled mages, although this was not always the case and neither held the normally coveted sanction of the Magister’s College of Odgred. While most nobles kept sturdy warriors like Stanton and Halpeitr or college sponsored mages close at hand for protection, Lord Cinder was twice as skilled in martial pursuits than both men combined and unconcerned by magic. Instead, Cinder’s Women served not to protect him, but to guard others from him.

On his right as he mounted the dais waited Quinlin, the more skilled in war magic of the two sorceresses, a battle-witch. She stood a few fingers under his height, a slender whip of powerful muscle. In the nine years since joining him, she had not lost her aura of innocence- a soft face wrinkled only by a tiny half-smile, her smooth and graceful limbs, and a healthy glow to her light brown skin. Her closely cropped brown hair remained tousled by the short battle in the city, and her silvery-gray eyes seemed to contain some amusing secret she kept all to herself. Her sparse green satin attire flagrantly displayed not only her athletic and slender body, but also the intricate dragon tattoo that decorated it. Beginning just above her right knee, its tail wound up her thigh, joined the body at her hip, climbed across her bare midriff, parted her firm, full breasts and ended with its horned head on her left shoulder. The beast appeared to breath flame down the length of her arm, which gradually changed into a twining rose bush that wrapped completely around her left arm, ending with an open rose on the back of her hand. One wing was folded down her left side, ending just below her hip, while the other was unfurled across her bare back. On her feet were knee-high, laced sandals of a soft colored dun leather. A casual observer could see the gold ring piercing her navel and the golden chains looped onto it- one wrapping around her waist like a belt while the other disappeared into her brief, narrow breechcloth. She wore bracelets, ankle bindings and a collar made of small gold, silver and platinum diamonds riveted to a soft leather backing, each piece set with a silver ring whose mounting also served as the piece’s lock. The collar had a large square setting containing a thumb-sized moonstone surrounded by two dozen small rectangular diamonds set over a large silver ring that rested in the hollow of her throat. She held a silver-shod ironoak staff topped with a glowing beryl the size of a hen’s egg and wore a long leaf-shaped dagger in a leather scabbard on her right hip.

On the left stood Anastasia, an exotic beauty with a curled mane the color of the sunset’s burning sky, tumbling down her back to tickle her buttocks. There was something marvelously wanton about her, the way her long curly hair fell over an eye, the way the sun played over her almost bare shoulders, the outline of her fleshy thighs. Her magic was in tantric fire- both magical and passionate, and the whole of her being radiated iskenderun escort its instinctive knowledge of pleasure. To her, sex was more essential than food or drink and she proved to be a true connoisseur. Her whole body was a marvel of nature, slender yet curvaceous. She stood with her hands on her hips, seductively arching her back and drawing back her shoulders, greatly increasing the dramatic upward thrust of her magnificent breasts. Heels lengthened the appearance of her long and smoothly contoured legs, thrust out her compact heart-shaped ass, curved her back and further emphasized her breasts. The diaphanous red silk of her dress stretched pleasingly over the pair of high standing, smooth mounds with the pierced nipples dark and just visible through the cloth, inviting the eyes of all those who knew desire for the female form. Her dress was no more than a filmy, transparent narrow tabard of silk joined at the hips front and back by a trio of gilded chains, leaving free her arms and legs and providing a view of bare side flesh from shoulder to ankle. The center of the three chains supported a thumb-sized emerald mounted on a small golden arrowhead hanging below the outline of her crotch, which could just be seen through the translucent film. The dress’ neckline dropped to a point just below her navel, shamelessly exposing the inner curves of her breasts, with only four tiny golden chains holding the bodice closed to any degree of modesty. Under her hair, the dress was backless, revealing the smooth plain of her back from shoulders to just above her rump. She could shrug just right and there would be a pile of silk at her feet. The emerald had two mates; one glued in her navel just above the same golden ring and dropping chain as Quinlin’s, but without the waist chain, and the other mounted in her collar. The jewels gleamed even brighter when seen in contrast to the exotic brassy cast of her silky skin, almost as if she had been made entirely of gold. Her bright green eyes flashed him a come-hither look when he passed and she licked her pouty lips with a lusty hunger. She had high cheekbones that tapered smoothly down to her chin. On her lips shined a thick coat of crimson gloss made bright by the passage of her tongue. She also wore the bracelets and anklets of precious metals and bore a long slender knife chained to her right hip, the scabbard soft, golden brown leather stretched over wood.

He mounted the final step and paused, staring down at the Duke’s throne. It was an unattractive but utilitarian chair with a high wooden back, covered with velvet cushions, a variety of furs, and a tapestry that should have been on a wall somewhere. He truly detested these things- thrones, the Noble’s Day court, and the assorted trappings of rule. His holding of Shadowholm had no court to hold, had no throne, and- most importantly- someone else to run things. He lashed out and kicked it, sending the chair crashing over the back of the dais to the floor. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the nervously waiting crowd.

If only the little thief hadn’t forced his hand. Someone else would have done this in his stead if he’d been able to wait. Two long weeks until this burden was taken from him…

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Lord Jonas Cinder; the Everflame’s Shadow, Duke of Shadowholm, Marshall of the Northern Scilogthar Mountains, Punishing Hand of the Empire, with dozens of other names and titles from various points touched by the Empire, sat behind a long table of polished black ash, drumming his fingers on its dark surface. He remembered the first time he saw this table, the first time he saw this room, the first time he met the Emperor. Now the Grand Imperial Palace housed the new Imperial Council.

His grim, expressionless eyes narrowed as he surveyed the dozen richly dressed figures seated across from him. In spite of their brightly colored clothing (cut by master tailors), intricate laces (in the latest styles), jewelry (passed down), stylish hats, decorative weapons and dozens of other little details making the difference between nobles and this freeman’s son apparent, in his simple black mail and dragon-hide cloak he dominated the room. Behind each high-backed chair stood a tall staff bound in long ribbons of silk dyed the colors of the respected House. His own pole was an eight-foot shaft of black ribbons, like a monolith of night in the light of the room.

Some of the faces opposite he recognized, but too many of those with him in the plush chamber were new to him. Noble men and women stared back with expressions ranged from concentration to awe to thoughtful concern to jaw-clenched anger. The last he could sympathize with, he felt it himself most of the time. Thankfully, now he was simply annoyed.

He’d come out of his mountain home to visit the great capital, mostly on business related to Shadowholm. As a matter of course, he had ridden east with the xnxx porno active troops of his Shadows, intent on giving them some in the field training and getting them out of the garrison. In his train had been wagons full of samples of the goods he would trade for vital supplies. By the afternoon his wagons would be on their way home bearing supplies for the summer. Meeting the Council had not been part of his plan, but he knew that they might wish to see him. He generally had to make at least a courtesy appearance before them every time he made the trip. Some times it was social, others it was not. This time, it was not. Sitting on the table before him, like two poisonous vipers, sat two scrolls of vellum bearing the intricate seals of the Empire.

The two were a Writ of Execution and a generous but unnecessary land grant.

The writ he would take up easily, gladly in fact. He had no qualms in the least in delivering the vengeance of the Ruling Council on those who violated Imperial Law, he done similar things often enough in the past. Some of those sitting opposite him did so because he’d opened their seats for them. But the grant of the title and lands belonging to the man he was to remove- that constituted a deep insult. Not unforgivable, but still fairly deep. He had a home, a refuge that suited him quite well.

“What is this?” he asked flatly, gesturing to the grant. “You know my terms. They are non-negotiable.” In all the years he had led his Shadows in the service of whomever he decided best served the Law and Custom, it had been infrequent that his demands had been inadequately met. This was one of those rare times that they had been ignored altogether. He never accepted lands or titles, not since taking control of the Northern Scilogthars, land he nominally controlled from ten miles east of Shadowholm all the way to the border of the Joten Kingdoms some fifty or more miles through the maze of unexplored mountains to the west. For years he had been trying to find a trail through the mountains, but thus far unsuccessfully. He also had nominal control of the mountains themselves for a score of miles north and south of his holding, but few actually lived there to his knowledge. He never bothered to collect taxes.

“The Cinder Family has served this Council faithfully for decades without adequate reward,” the youngest of the Odgred Ruling Council spoke up eagerly. Cinder thought his name might be Conover, but he couldn’t place his father’s features on that soft young face. He did sit under the Conover colors of red, white and black cord. “We felt that it was time to do so. The Scilogthar Marches don’t allow much in the way of political influence, so we felt that the Duchy of Glankis, with its trade importance and voice in the Imperial Court, would be a start at repaying our debt to your family. As well as giving you an opportunity to find representation in the Imperial…”

“This was your idea then,” Cinder interrupted, not really caring who he insulted or to what degree. The boy would get over it or he wouldn’t, it made no difference to him. “Read the records again, son. Only one member of the Cinder family has ever directly served this Council.” To emphasize his casual point, he lay a flat hand on the table and stroked his lower lip with the thumb and forefinger of the other.

“The eldest male of each generation I understand.” The young Conover seemed genuinely eager to show off his meager knowledge to his peers, all who were older and should have been wiser. He must have been the one who proposed and pushed for the land grant. Cinder hated to drive home this lesson again, but someone should have dissuaded the young man. He’d been away too long once again, letting others handle the meetings and they had forgotten whom…and what he was. Once a generation it seemed he had to go through this foolishness.

“No, only one.” He rose and pushed the scrolls away. “I apologize. I can’t accept serve the Writ if I have to take the city. I don’t want it.”

“What? You dare refuse the Imperial Council?” Conover slapped his hands sharply against the table and leapt to his feet. Only the quick reflexes of those seated to either side saved his chair from toppling to the floor. Now Cinder was sure that he was indeed a Conover, he had his great-great-great-grandfather’s fire.

“Look into my eyes boy, and tell me what you see,” Cinder ordered, leaning across the table toward the fuming young lord, trapping him with those strange, colorless eyes. Huffing and fuming, Conover accepted the challenge. The line between bravery and foolishness blurs when you have no idea who’s challenging you.

The longer he looked, the shakier his knees felt. Staring that hard into Cinder’s eyes was not unlike staring down a very, very, very deep well. Darkness is all that can be seen, but when there is a glimmer of light at the bottom, it is hard to tell if was really there or just a trick to keep the mind from reeling from intense vertigo. Finally, the blood drained from his face, he sank back into his chair with a haunted groan. The rest of the nobility shifted uncomfortably while Conover shook almost in terror. It took the kind hand of Old Duchess Daighton to bring him back to the assembly.

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