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Author’s Note: Yeah, starting another story so soon after the first, it’s crazy but it just might work. This is my other big story I’m hoping will catch on. This is a more fantasy-focused story, though still about as violent, so if you don’t like that stuff, that’s fine. There is also much more romance and sex in this than the other story, also birds, a lot of birds. Also, while the birds are portrayed as tribal, they are not intended to represent any real-life native tribes, this is just me wanting to make my own epic fantasy.

A New Family

Snap!

A twig broke underpaw as the woman stumbled through the cold winter woods. She was hungry, cold, and the precious cargo she carried in her belly was becoming restless. She fell at a stream. She drank desperately of the water, before she stopped to see herself reflected in the moonlight. She was a pine marten, a lovely caramel and honey brown-furred female of her species, but she was starving. Her clothes barely clung to her waning body. She needed to feed her baby, her unborn cub. Her ears barely registered the crunching snow behind her.

Before she could turn, a winter-worn paw grabbed the marten jill by the hem of her tunic and lifted her. The jill screamed in the face of a fierce wolverine male who had her by her baggy shirt.

The large mustelid looked upon this soft female and his intentions for her became clear, “I thought I smelt intruderz in mai territory. If you were another wolverine, I woulda ripped your guts out…” He sniffed her, “Now… I smell a fun time for Jeryl.” He grinned evilly as he felt up the pregnant female. He felt the kicking kit in her belly, “Ah… Some other fella’s got ta ya… No matter, I’ll fix that soon.”

And now with her child on the line, the jill fought futilely against the male, “Let me go!”

He angered quickly; he slammed her against a tree, “Don’t piss me off, missy… Or I’ll rip yer teeth out and stick my whole log down yer whore mouth.”

The jill had a concussion already from him slamming her; she knew she couldn’t survive this male’s full fury, but she was given teeth for a reason. She bit hard on the hand that held her and tore a sizable chunk from the male’s palm.

He cursed loudly while she broke off. “You! Yer fuckin’ bitch! Bite me!?”

The jill ran from him, not caring where she wound up, as long as she got away. Alas, she slipped trying to cross the stream she had drunk from before.

The wolverine was on her in a flash. He backhanded the jill, made her nose bleed and her brain rattle. “I was gonna be nice an’ let ya be my little slut… But if you’re gonna be bitin’, I’ll just take a little somethin’ from ya.” He winced as he pulled his dagger from its sheath with his bitten paw. He pressed the blade to her belly, about to murder her unborn baby.

She sobbed, “No!”

Thwip!

The predator stopped suddenly when he felt something stab in his chest. “What?” He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

The jill looked on in horror as a second, third, then fourth arrow soon protruded from his corpulent body.

Jeryl gripped the hard, wooden shafts that now stuck out of him, felt the barbed arrowheads tearing at his flesh, lacerating his insides. He looked up and saw a bird in the tree above him.

The tribal bird stared down the large predator before she let another arrow fly.

Thwip!

The wolverine croaked his last as that final shaft pierced his windpipe. He fell back onto the snow-covered forest floor.

The jill looked at the dying wolverine as he struggled to breathe.

The bird climbed down from her perch.

She was a blue jay, 5 feet tall and thin. She wore little clothing, despite the blistering cold surrounding her. A loincloth, moccasins, and armbands were all that she wore.

The marten jill watched from where she lay as the lithe avian female stood over the big carnivore.

The blue jay narrowed her eyes. She could still see the faintest breath leaving him. She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart.

There was a hitch in his breath, and then no more.

Now she was sure.

The blue jay stood and turned to see the female she’d just saved.

The jill shivered under the bird’s gaze.

The jay turned back to the dead wolverine. She began to pick her arrows from his body. They were still good, she could use them again. When that was finished, she stood again and walked over to the jill.

The female had passed out by then, worn out from the chase and from the hunger.

…

The marten jill felt warmth when she woke up. Her dark brown eyes opened slowly as she picked herself up. Looking up, she saw she was inside some earthen hut built from mud and timber. She lay on the ground, a warm quilt guarding her backside.

Her nose twitched as she picked up the scent of others sleeping close by. She looked to her sides and on her right there was that blue jay female.

She chirie auto lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emitting from her black beak. She was quite pretty, now that the jill had a closer look. Blue was her favorite color, and this bird was covered in it.

To her left, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, a male she figured, his chirps a tone deeper than his mate who lay parallel with the marten in between. She had not known any birds before or been close to one, but she found him handsome as well. His features, though softer than some mammals she knew, were still distinctly masculine.

The jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both birds were naked. Neither wore a single article of clothing. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized this. Common decency told her she shouldn’t keep looking, but she got closer. Looking below, she could see no sheath or any other obvious feature on the male. Instead, she saw a thin slit similar to what lay between her own legs. The male’s slit did have a slight bulge, she didn’t need to guess what was underneath.

The jill then realized she herself lay naked between this strange pair of birds. Instinctively, her paws went to cover her breasts, and her groin, her blush deepening under her dark fur. Where were her clothes? The jill gasped when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder. She turned and the female was up, looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. “Sleep.” She spoke.

The jill was surprised to hear her language, “You speak…”

The blue jay shushed her, “Sleep.”

The jill saw the blue and black bird’s kind blue eyes staring back at her and knew she couldn’t refuse, but there were so many questions; “Who are you? Where am I?”

The jay petted the marten, “You are safe. I am Kali.”

The marten calmed as that warm bird hand brushed her coat. She said with a shy smile, “Kali… I’m Maureen.”

Kali laid the young mother-to-be back with her gentle petting, “Maureen, sleep.”

And Maureen did as she was told.

…

Maureen woke up next to the soft squawking of her saviors, very suggestive sounding squawks at that.

Wary, the jill opened her eyes. The bedrolls to her left and right were empty, but a mere two feet away, she saw her two hosts, the female crouched over her mate as he held her soft feathery rear to his groin.

Maureen blushed and closed her eyes as she realized what she had seen. Her first instinct was to turn away to give them some privacy, yet, she couldn’t help herself listening to the pair.

They went a good five minutes before she heard the male’s grunting finish. She no doubt knew what that sound meant, and it only made her blush more as she listened to their soft panting afterward.

“My love.” She heard Kali whisper to her husband.

A few seconds later, Maureen heard soft shuffling on the ground before she felt someone’s beak by her ear, “Sorry to wake you.”

Maureen could swear she heard the smirk in that jay bird’s whisper.

Sleep took the marten jill soon after.

…

Morning came as Maureen woke up to the smell of fish.

The jill opened her caramel brown eyes to see a plate of fresh grilled trout on the ground beside her. Instantly, she pulled herself up and looked around.

Both her avian hosts were missing, but she could smell smoke coming from behind the thick tarp which hung in the doorway.

She looked back down at the plate left for her. The trout looked good, and she hadn’t eaten.

The trout was good.

After eating, Maureen got up, subconsciously covering herself as she went to peek behind the tarp.

Kali was there, by a wood-fed grill, waving a fan to keep the smoke from filling the room. The jay bird smiled as she saw her guest was up, “Was your fish good?”

Maureen smiled back and she nodded, empty plate in hand, “Oh yes, it was very good.”

Kali nodded in turn, “Good.”

Kali’s mate stepped out from another room just then, fixing the loincloth that now adorned his waist. He saw Maureen looking at him and he gave her a friendly nod.

Maureen blushed but waved back as she watched him go to his wife.

The two blue jays spoke in their peculiar avian language, as the male hugged his mate and he pecked her cheek.

Kali pecked him back before she handed him a plate of the fish she’d just made for him.

He happily took the plate then sat down to eat it as Kali plated her own fish.

Kali doused the flames then went to join her husband as he started to eat. The jay female looked up at Maureen who still shyly stood behind the tarp. Kali waved at her, “Come, Maureen, join us.”

The marten jill instantly started to blush, “I-I shouldn’t, I’m not decent. Where are the clothes I was wearing?”

Kali shrugged, “Those old rags? They were wet and torn, no good. I threw those away.” She smiled, “You’ve no need to be shy here. You see how we are.” She gestured to herself and her husband, both clad in only loincloths, plus the odd armband.

Maureen denizli escort bayan still covered herself, “But I’m…”

Kali just looked back.

The marten jill finally sighed, “Fine…”

She stepped out, both arms covering herself.

Kali and her mate both watched as the blushing jill came over then sat down with them.

Maureen sat by Kali, across from her mate, both arms still over her sensitive areas.

Kali’s mate looked at her, and the jay bird shrugged back at him before she spoke, “Maureen, this is Justin.”

The male, Justin, nodded kindly.

Maureen was still extremely uncomfortable being nude in front of the two birds, especially a male, that she had just met, but she was able to smile back, “It’s nice to meet you, Justin.”

Kali patted Maureen softly on her shoulder, “Good, good.”

Maureen looked to Kali, “Is there something I can at least cover myself with?”

Kali tapped her beak as she thought, “Hmm, I’m sure I or Justin have a spare loincloth we can give you. But, I can’t help you with those.” She said looking to the jill’s breasts, concealed behind Maureen’s right arm. Kali gestured to herself, “We birds, we don’t quite have anything like what you mammals have, so we don’t really see a need to cover ourselves except if we are in bad weather, or out hunting.”

Maureen nodded as she started to get a little perturbed at how the female seemed to ogle her more than the husband. She spoke bluntly, “I understand that.”

Kali chuckled at the jill’s tone, “I will see if I can find something for you to wear.”

The jay female got up and left then, her fish barely touched while Justin had already finished his breakfast.

Maureen watched Kali leave, then she looked back at Justin.

The blue jay only shrugged then chuckled as he got up then left the table.

Maureen sat by herself then, tapping the table and humming to herself awkwardly as her arm was hurting from being held over her breasts for so long.

Kali came back out of her bedroom with a loincloth in hand. She handed the cloth to Maureen, “Here, this is one of mine.”

The jill looked at the thin cloth she was just given, “Thank you.”

Maureen got up, blushing as she realized she’d have to get dressed here since Justin was in the other room.

Kali stood by and watched while the marten tried on her cloth.

Maureen pulled on the cloth. The waistband pinched her sides some, but it was a good enough fit, at least she could cover her groin and butt now. Her breasts were still exposed, though. She turned to Kali, “Are you sure you have nothing for this?”

Kali shrugged, “Not unless you want to wear some of Justin’s clothing as well.”

Maureen sighed, “I guess not.”

Just then, a third bird came in from the outside.

This bird, a red cardinal, pushed open the front curtain, “Kali! Where is Justin?”

Before she could answer, Justin came out, “I’m here, Orion. I’m just getting ready.” The blue jay had on a belt now, with his hunting knife at his waist, a bow and quiver slung over his back.

The one named Orion glanced over at Maureen, Kali’s guest the other birds of the village had been chatting about all morning.

Maureen again blushed and covered herself, but she waved back shyly.

Orion seemed to pay her no mind, though, “Well, you need to move faster, you know how the council hates waiting.”

Justin scoffed, “A bunch of squabbling old featherheads.” He patted Orion’s shoulder.

Orion clacked his beak, “You say that now, but wait until you’re their age.”

The blue jay chuckled, “So I can have a little butt-pecker like you?”

Orion scoffed, “It’s not butt-pecking to show the elders a little respect, Justin.”

Justin just laughed as he pecked Kali on her cheek, “I’ll be back later.”

Kali touched her beak to his, “Be back soon, love.”

With that, the two male birds stepped out leaving Kali and Maureen.

The ladies stood around in silence before Kali looked at Maureen’s belly, “How far are you?”

The pine marten rubbed her belly, “Just a few months.”

The blue jay smiled, “Where is the father?”

Maureen’s mood shifted, “He… He’s with God.”

Kali understood, “Sick? Or in battle?”

Maureen sniffed, “He was murdered.”

The blue jay leaned closer, “By bandits?”

Maureen muttered, “No…” then she walked away, going back into Kali’s room to lie down.

The jay female sighed. She wasn’t going to get anymore out of her guest.

In the room, Maureen lay, rubbing her pregnant belly as she wept.

She heard the tarp move as Kali came in, then felt the blue jay lie down beside her on the quilt.

Kali hugged the jill from behind and rested her narrow black beak in the crook of her neck.

Maureen sniffed as the blue jay tried to comfort her, “Thank you, Kali.” she managed to say.

…

It was past noon when Justin finally returned. He smirked at the sight of his wife asleep with her arms around Maureen.

He undressed, antalya escort then carefully lay beside his wife. He looked at her, then to the marten female in her arms. He leaned forward and he could smell both of their soft feminine scents mixing. He instantly knew his Kali’s earthy tone, but Maureen had a

stronger smell due to her both being a mammal and a mustelid. She had a very pleasant scent. Her breasts were a different sight for a bird like him, having grown in a village where the females had none.

Then, he looked at Kali. She didn’t have breasts, but she was as beautiful as ever. He preened his mate and his soft touch caused her to stir.

Kali awoke, then smiled upon seeing her mate, “Hello…”

Justin pecked his mate as he lowered himself on top of her, “I appear to have a second wife now.” He joked as he referred to Maureen.

Kali giggled, “I saw her first.”

Justin laid down between the females, holding his wife closest.

“What did the council have to say, Justin?” She asked him as she nuzzled her small black beak into his plumage.

He sighed, “It was about our guest. They’re not happy that you’ve brought an outsider to our village, especially one like… Maureen is it?”

Kali cracked a joint in her neck, “She was about to be slaughtered like prey by that wolverine, I had to save her.”

Justin pecked his wife lovingly, “I would have done the same if it were me in your place.” He hooked one arm around to pull her closer, “I’m sworn to protect our village, but I can’t ignore a female in peril.”

Kali smiled as she turned in his embrace to touch her beak to his, “My brave warrior.” She smirked when she felt something poking her, “Your blade is poking me…”

Justin grinned, “Then I must sheathe it.”

…

Later that night, Kali’s indecent squawking once again awoke Maureen. She dreaded opening her eyes lest she see what she knew was going on a mere three feet from where she lay.

Alas, the pine marten gave into temptation and she opened her eyes. Sure enough, there across from her, in the musty dark of the earthen hut, she could make out their outline as Justin thrust against his wife.

No sooner than she had seen them, though, then did Maureen hear Justin’s impassioned release as he ground his hips deep upon his climax.

Even in the darkness, she could make out their forms as the birds separated, then Justin laid on his back, placing himself between his wife and their guest.

Maureen’s sensitive nose picked up the pungent post-coital smells hitting the air as Justin rested.

The smell alone, it was different, yet very familiar, it drug up Maureen’s memories, in the arms of her love. Her precious package in her belly, the strongest evidence of her past before waking up here in this hut, she cradled her unborn.

Sleep mercifully claimed her before she could act on animal urges.

…

The next morning, Maureen awoke; this time she was not alone.

Kali was out; Justin slept where he lay the previous night.

Maureen looked upon him.

In the limited light of the dark earthen hut, she could make out his feathered plumage rising and falling. She wondered how soft his feathers must be to touch, and how strong he must feel beneath. With that thought, came the guilty feeling of coveting the husband of a friend, even if she’d only known Kali for one day and two nights, it felt wrong.

Still, she let her eyes rove over his prone body much as she could. They followed down, and down to… then she blushed when she had seen it.

Justin had not fully resheathed from last night. In the shallow light, she made out its outline, and just two feet away, she could smell it.

Maureen cursed her mammalian nose.

Justin awoke just then. With a snort, the blue jay awoke and promptly pulled himself up to sit on his bedroll as he waited for the rest of him to wake up.

Maureen watched where she lay as he got up.

Justin stretched his feathered wing-arms as he yawned, and he scratched his plumage. One scaly paw strayed down between his legs as the male felt his member start to harden. Without thinking, and perhaps forgetting he had a house guest, the sleepy bird started to stroke it as he got up. He looked to his right, and did not see his wife. He looked to his left, then stopped.

Maureen could feel herself blush from embarrassment. She had almost paid witness to birdy masturbation.

Justin’s eyes shot open a bit wider as he realized what had almost just happened, “Um…”

Maureen squeaked out, “Good morning?”

Justin laughed off the strange circumstance, “It was almost one.”

Maureen couldn’t stop herself, “Kali’s that good is she?”

Justin blinked then laughed again, “Yeah, yeah, she’s my huntress.” He raised a claw to her as he stood, “Excuse me.”

Maureen watched him as he pulled back the tarp, then stepped out. He had a nice ass, she told herself, for a bird.

A moment or two later, she heard Kali, “Justin?”

Then came the squawks, the loud, indecent squawking.

Maureen gave it a moment before she got up. She pulled back the tarp and her cheeks lit with blush as she caught sight of the avian pair.

Kali was bent over in their kitchen/den that made up the rest of their quaint little earthen home.

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Why do humans constantly glamorize the life of us Gods in their novels? Seriously. I wish they would stop. We who are called Gods by the ordinary mortals of the planet Earth are anything but. Say, do you know the story of Superman, from the comic books? On his home planet, he’s a regular Joe and when he’s on Earth, he’s got super powers. Well, the same goes for us so-called deities. In our own Universe, we’re just like you. I hail from another Universe. It’s not another planet, it’s an entirely different galaxy. We call it Woll. You humans call it Andromeda. The name is Matok, by the way.

Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and well-built man of African descent. I don’t look a day over twenty five. I presently live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. It’s a hot spot for so many immigrants in Canada and it’s a quiet town so I thought I’d fit right in down there. I go by the name Adam Matok, Criminal Justice student at Carleton University. I live in the capital of Canada, and it’s my new home. I came to the planet Earth unwillingly, I’m afraid. I was once a soldier in the Imperial Army of Lord Markhos, the Crown Emperor.

My species call ourselves the Zenith. We look exactly like earth humans, but we are different. We are spread across thousands of planets in what the humans call the Andromeda Galaxy. There are billions upon billions of us. Until recently, the five thousand planets and the nine hundred billion Zenith men, women and younglings inhabiting them were all citizens of the Empire. The Crown Emperor and his family ruled over us, and the Emperor’s will was enforced by the Imperial Army, better known chirie auto chisinau as the Legion. I was a Captain within the Legion. For the first few decades of my life, I served the Empire faithfully. One day, Prince Ander, the younger brother of Crown Emperor Markhos left the throne world of Zen, ancestral and nearly mythical birthplace of all the Zenith people, and declared war on the Crown. He rallied thousands of worlds to his cause, and the Empire was plagued by Civil War.

The Zenith people were at war with one another for the first time in centuries. It was brother against brother, friend against friend. My older brother Harok sided with Prince Ander, and I faithfully followed the Crown Emperor into battle against the enemy forces, which included my brother. The war lasted many years, but in the end, the Empire prevailed. Prince Ander was captured, and the Crown Emperor declared victory. The war was basically over. My brother had risen to the rank of General among the enemy forces. He escaped from custody with about eighteen hundreds of his followers via an experimental machine called the Trans-Galactic Teleportation Device or T.S.D. They escaped from our Universe of Woll, better known as the Andromeda Galaxy, into the Milky Way Galaxy. They came to the planet Earth, the Abode of Man. There, among a species which looked exactly like ours, they made their new home.

I followed the Escapees into the Trans-Galactic Teleportation Device, and found myself on the planet Earth, same as them. That was in the summer of 1990. Twenty three years later, I am still looking for them. They’ve blended in among the human porno populace and adapted quite well to conditions on the planet earth. I didn’t realize how much living on the planet Earth would affect me. You see, this place changes us, both physiologically and mentally. Something within the Earth’s bio-dome basically prevents us from aging the moment we arrived. Also, our strength and speed are increased by a factor of ten. Superhuman strength and speed, along with immunity to the effects of disease and aging, those are the blessings granted to those of my species by the planet Earth.

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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* Another piece of my latest novel is here! I want to thank everyone for the positive reception of a new theme for me.

This time Alain goes on a home improvement spree, inspiring the Silth girls to do the same. But all does not stay well for a long time.

*

03 – Pod Sweet Home

Alain whistled long at the luxurious interior of the captain’s emergency pod and the size of a large living room a few day later. He had decided to take a look in case there was something useful in there when he was near the pod bays, and even though the pod was the same model, it wasn’t made to hold several people inside like the regular crew pods. Even the officers had to share one pod between three of them. This one was made to serve at most two persons but the facilities were a lot better than what he had in his own pod. ‘Damned class difference.’ he muttered.

He stood at the centre of the pod and pondered whether or not he should. ‘Fuck, just do it.’ he said and activated the pod’s controls at the pilot’s seat next to the entrance hatch. The pod wasn’t piloted like a regular ship or shuttle but it featured small thrusters to manoeuvre it and the seat would look out directly at any target for docking.

The controls displayed a ready status and Alain buckled up, shut the warship’s bay hatch and the pod’s hatch, and released the clamps. a quick burst from the thrusters pushed him away from the bay.

He kept the bursts short as he steered the pod from close to the rear of the warship to his crew pod because he didn’t have much experience flying and took things slow in case he made a mistake.

On his way along a safe distance from the side of the Walkurea, soft static sounded from his communicator. ‘Is you in pod?’ Asitha asked.

‘Yes, it’s me.’ Alain said and hoped she understood him well enough without the help of a language device. ‘Visit me later, I’ll show you.’

‘We come later.’ Asitha said and Alain felt some excitement to have them come by again to see what he did with it.

When he was close to his crew pod he took a few deep breaths to prepare for the most difficult part. In the most delicate way he could muster, he aimed the emergency pod’s entrance towards the docking hatch of his crew pod and moved it closer slowly. He held his breath when both docking rings were just a hand’s breadth apart and hoped the moorings could withstand the shock.

The clunk at contact resonated through the pod with the minor shock at stopping. The hammer sounds from the clamps engaging followed and Alain dared to exhale. The controls were green and he stepped out of the pilot’s seat, equalised the two pod’s atmospheres, and opened the hatches of both pods.

The environmental controls of the crew pod were still green and he went out the airlock to check on the pod’s anchors.

His relief was complete when they were fine and he went underneath the emergency pod, extended the struts with the manual controls towards the Walkurea’s hull, and bolted the feet to the hull with brackets and a nail gun powerful enough to penetrated the steel plating.

He stepped back after he was done to admire the new extension to his home. ‘Home, sweeter home.’ he said, wondering if an extension larger than the original could still be called an extension.

Back inside and out of his suit, he looked over the emergency equipment and supplies and left them as they were because they weren’t in the way, and they were necessary in an emergency in any case. The kitchen corner was fully functional and when he pulled down the wall bed he laid down on his back with his arms spread to enjoy the large size and the glee at no longer sleeping in a cramped space from that moment on.

Asitha’s voice sounded from his communicator and he stood up quickly to answer her. ‘I’m here.’ he said.

‘We can come?’

‘Yes. I’ll be waiting.’ he said and looked around for anything embarrassing they might see, even though he told himself this wasn’t like his small apartment back home and he’d already acted like a fool in front of them during their first visit.

***

‘So much space.’ Tiness said when she entered the pod first and gazed upon the empty space at the centre.

‘My guess is they didn’t place any furniture in here to keep the space clear for multiple purposes.’ Alain said. ‘I can imagine when the crew needs to bail and end up on some planet, they need a common space for the officers to meet.’

Tiness nodded. ‘What are you going to do with it?’

‘Move in here, of course.’ he said and thought about what he could get in here. ‘I’m sure I can find a good couch and a table, and it’s trivial to set up a large screen to watch movies on. It’ll be like a real home then.’

‘So lucky.’ Asitha said and Alain thought her pout and ears turned backwards looked cute.

‘Why not see if there’s a pod on the Amaroth that you can use in the same manner? A captain’s pod as well?’

‘Yes, we should!’ Tiness said.

Asitha looked at the pleading in her expression and knew she couldn’t use regulations konya escort as an excuse to not try the same thing with their pod. More space for themselves was something she wished for as well. ‘We’ll take a look after our next shift.’ she said and Tiness smiled. ‘We’ll eat and sleep now, then we can start early.’

‘Great!’ Tiness said and Alain chuckled at the happy expression on her face.

***

Tiness looked at the map displayed on her arm screen. ‘These should be the ones for the officers.’

Asitha shone her light down the corridor and the row of access hatches to the emergency pods. ‘Might as well start at the captain’s one since that is likely the most comfortable one.’

They moved along the corridor and stopped at the hatch with the captain’s symbol on it, a circle with a single vertical line dividing it. Asitha unlocked it and they shone their lights inside. ‘This looks nice.’ said Tiness at the light grey and roomy interior and they went inside.

‘I’m definitely going to try the shower first.’ said Asitha when she looked inside the extra large shower at one side. ‘This thing is almost as big as our pod.’

Tiness chuckled and examined the contents of the compartments in the back. ‘Only a simple kitchen here. Nothing like the one in Alain’s pod.’

Asitha shone her light along the seats and table at the side. ‘Still, a lot more space than what we have now. I think we’ll take this if you agree.’

‘Definitely. I can’t wait to stretch my tail in comfort.’

Asitha shone her light around. ‘I think there’s just one problem.’

***

‘You can’t fly the pod.’ said Alain when he was curious to hear if the girls had found a usable pod and contacted them.

‘It has no controls like yours.’ said Asitha. ‘Looks like we stuck with our small home unless we can think how to move it.’

Alain pondered a way to move the pod and thought he remembered something that could be the solution. ‘Wait there. Maybe I know a way but I have to make sure first.’

‘Yes?’ said Asitha.

***

Asitha and Tiness kept themselves busy with exploring the other pods and collecting any rations that had been forgotten when the Amaroth had been abandoned. Tiness floated towards the back of the captain’s pod to look outside when Alain called in. ‘Are you still there?’

‘Yes. We still here.’ said Asitha.

‘Good. Prepare to release the pod.’

‘Release?’ asked Asitha. ‘Why?’

Tiness’s eyes grew large when she saw the cargo picker heading towards them. ‘Asitha! Look!’

Asitha floated over to the window. ‘Alain!?’

Alain chuckled. ‘Surprise!’

‘But, you not allowed on ship!’

Alain steered the vessel that was used for transporting cargo containers at space ports towards the Silth pod. ‘And I am not coming on board, am I? I just happen to give a hand to someone who does the same job I do while out here in space.’

Tiness chuckled. ‘Where you get this vessel?’

‘I thought I saw it when I went through one of the ship’s cargo bays a while ago and I was right. Luckily it was in working condition because it’d been smashed into the racks during the crash.’ He patted the console in front of him. ‘Good thing it’s a sturdy one.’

He slowed down near the pod and used the extended clamps on two arms to grip the pod’s hull. ‘I’ve got a hold of the pod, you can release it now.’

Asitha punched the manual commands on the control pad in the corridor and the clamps released their hold of the pod’s hatch and supporting struts. Tiness gave a positive signal when she saw the pod was free to go. ‘Pod is free. You can pull back.’ Asitha said.

Alain fired the thrusters of the cargo picker and pulled the pod away from its bay while Asitha and Tiness observed it from a window in the corridor. ‘Guide me at your crew pod.’ he said.

‘We going there now.’ Asitha said and hurried with Tiness to their pod.

Alain was near the pod when the girls arrived and they took positions on either side of their crew pod to keep an eye on the docking. Asitha guided him to align the hatches and activated the clamps when both pods connected. ‘Very good.’ Asitha said. ‘You can let go now.’

‘All right.’ Alain said and released the clamps from the pod, and pulled back.

Asitha and Tiness braced the new pod with several extendable struts and welded them to the hull of the Amaroth and the pod itself.

By the time they were done Alain had showed up to check on their progress. ‘How is it?’ he asked.

Asitha rolled up the hose on the welder. ‘We just finished. Pod is secure.’

‘All is good inside.’ said Tiness from inside the pod. ‘Atmosphere good and no problem with power connections.’

Alain smiled. ‘That’s good. I hope you’ll get as much enjoyment from the extra space as I will.’

Tiness looked at the comparatively spacious interior. ‘Will you have drink with us?’ she said and tensed her tail at the sudden boldness she’d never felt before.

‘If it’s okay, I’d love to.’ he said and felt as if he’d been alanya escort invited for the first time to a girl’s place and not specifically a Silth dwelling.’

‘We want to thank you for help.’ Asitha said. ‘This means much to us.’

‘Let me freshen up first.’ Alain said. ‘I’ll be back in a short while.’

***

Although there was no point to it, Alain knocked on the outer airlock door of the Silth pod before Tiness gestured she’d open the hatch from inside. He went in, waited for the atmosphere cycle, and stepped with slight hesitation and hot feeling into Silth territory. ‘I kind of feel we do something historical here but we can’t let anyone know.’ he said after he took off his helmet.

Tiness chuckled. ‘Maybe we’ll be famous when we’re old and our worlds are truly at peace.’

He reached into his pack and pulled out several small containers and a bottle of greenish liquor popular in the tropics. ‘I brought some snacks and something else to try, to celebrate both our expanded homes.’

‘Thank you!’ said Tiness and took them from him. ‘We prepared a few things but they’re probably too bland compared to what you’re used to.’

Alain hung his suit in a free locker. ‘Don’t worry about that. I’m still curious to find out what kinds of food you eat.’

He followed Tiness through the regular crew pod and into the new one where Asitha set the table at the side with plates of snacks, bottles, and cups. She smiled at him. ‘Have a seat.’

The plates were filled with bland coloured and smelling cubes. Most were greyish-brown with a shredded meat structure, others had darker red and green splotches. Tiness brought napkins and she and Asitha sat down and poured drinks. Asitha leaned a little forward. ‘It’s not much but it’s the best we can offer as thanks for helping us get this pod.’

He gazed at both girls and was happy to have made contact with the Silth. ‘It was my pleasure to help out and I’m glad both you and me have increased our comfort on this wreckage floating in space.’ he said and lifted his cup. ‘Let’s forget about what’s out there for a while and celebrate what we gained today.’

‘Agreed!’ said Tiness and drank.

Asitha pointed at the plates. ‘These and these are products made from fish and other sea creatures, and these are from various animals that are our main food source. If there’s nothing you like I won’t blame you.’ she chuckled. ‘Especially after we tasted your food.’

Alain chuckled. ‘I can’t diss it before I try it.’ he said and took one of the cubes that had two grey-brown layers, smelled it, then put it in his mouth.

Asitha and Tiness watched him chew slowly. He nodded. ‘It reminds me of what’s called tuna flavoured in my world. The taste is faint but it’s there so it’s not bad.’

The girls’ ears sagged slightly in relief. ‘I’m glad you didn’t start with finding it disgusting.’ Tiness said.

He chuckled again. ‘There’s still a chance I will spit like a volcano and keel over from the taste of the others, so keep the bottles open so I can flush away the taste.’

Tiness giggled. ‘Lucky we have enough to drink then.’

After having tasted everything, Alain pondered ways to improve the taste of the Silth food. ‘You just heat it straight from the container?’

Tiness nodded. ‘Not much else we can do with it.’

‘Mind if I take a few with me to try things? I’ll bring some of the food I have so you can try that.’

Tiness’s ears pricked up. ‘sure! We’d love to try out more human food.’

Alain chuckled. ‘All right.’ he said and chewed on a pork-chicken flavoured cube. ‘I’m going to take one of the cooking units from a nearby mess hall and install it in my pod so I can cook the supplies that were left. How about coming over later when I’ve settled in?’

Tiness looked at Asitha. ‘We’d like that.’ Asitha said. ‘Maybe we can install some of the equipment from the Amaroth in here and do the same.’

‘Oh, then we can exchange meals.’ said Alain. ‘There’s a thing we call spaghetti and it’s a great base for a fulfilling meal.’

***

Alain went back to his pod after all three of them had had their fill of drinking and snacking with a large bag of various Silth food. He through about what he could do with it and when his mind turned to salads he pondered reviving one or two of the local greenhouses to both get a natural quality from the air purifier, and to grow fresh vegetables. The greenhouses were mostly automated and that gave him enough confidence to be able to do it. He resolved to look into it right after installing the cooker in his pod.

***

Tiness sighed with flattened ears and leaned back in the soft fabric of the curved couch Alain had confiscated from an officer’s suite. He had invited the girls over to see what he’d done to the pod and try out his cooking, and what he’d done with the Silth food. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked as he brought out snacks.

‘We can’t install a cooker in our pod.’ said Asitha. ‘The equipment in the central mess hall isn’t modular so we rent a car chisinau can’t take a unit out.’

‘Hmm, no other places to find them?’

Asitha shook her head. ‘There’s only the single mess hall on the ship.’

‘And our equipment isn’t compatible with your power sources so it’s no use installing one from the Walkurea.’

Alain sat down on one end of the couch. ‘No other equipment to cook with?’

‘No. Not even the portables that squads use out in the field.’

Alain sipped his drink in thought. ‘Guess you’ll just have to use the kitchen here.’

The girls turned their heads towards him at once. ‘Here!?’

He cocked his head. ‘Why not? I have no problems with you coming over and I wanted to invite you more often anyway.’ he said and grinned a little. ‘If you, in exchange, leave some for me then I’d be fine with it.’

Tiness laughed out loud. ‘You really are not the kind of human I expected you to be.’

He smiled proudly. ‘Good, because I don’t like to be what’s usually expected.’

Asitha giggled. ‘Then we’ll take you up on your offer. Just don’t complain that our cooking’s bad.’

He stuck out his hand. ‘Deal. I won’t complain, I’ll only voice opinions and suggestions.’

Asitha shook his hand and he realised it was the first time they actually touched each other. He liked the softness of the thin layer of fur of her hand. ‘For now I’ll present you with a few ideas for Silth food. I’ll start on it after a drink though, I just hooked up the screen and set up the sound system.’

‘Screen and sound system?’ asked Tiness.

Alain fished a remote from the side pocket of the couch and pushed the power button. A large screen rolled down close to the opposite wall and a media menu appeared. He selected a classic movie and it began. ‘I love good movies so when I noticed this screen and a projector lying in a storage closet I just had to take it with me. The sound system I built from spare parts.’ He retracted the screen, began playing his music collection on random, and finished his drink. ‘I’ll begin cooking. I feel hunger coming up.’

Tiness sat up straight. ‘Can I watch? I’d like to see what you’re doing with our food.’

‘Sure. Give me a hand at the same time.’

She moved up next to him in the kitchen, then looked at her hands. ‘Oh, is it okay though? Our hands are covered in fur, unlike yours.’

He looked at the slender fingers and her hands that had fur on top but none on the inside. ‘Do you usually do anything before you prepare food?’

She looked at him. ‘We brush our hands or rub them with water if we have no brush.’

‘No problem then.’

‘You’re not disgusted by hair in your food?’

He chuckled. ‘Of course I don’t like hair in my food, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then I won’t have to worry if what you do before preparing food prevents what you don’t like yourself, right?’

‘Right!’ she said and rinsed her hands thoroughly under the kitchen faucet.

Alain noticed her large and fluffy tail swaying and smiled. “Cute.” he thought, and wondered what it felt like before he turned his attention back to the counter and the containers of Silth and human food he had chosen for the meal.

He looked back towards Asitha. ‘Asitha, if you like to, have a look through my media collection. I don’t have any Silth media but maybe there’s something you like.’

She turned towards him. ‘Then I will. The kitchen’s too small for the three of us to cook anyway.’ she said and took the remote from the armrest.

Sounds of various movie scenes and rattling and clicking from the kitchen filled the pod and it reminded Alain of his young years at his home when his parents cooked together and he searched for something to watch while they’d eat. He chuckled and Tiness looked up puzzled from dicing the fish and meat. ‘Did I do something wrong?’

He gave her a warm smile. ‘No, it’s just that this reminds me of when I was young and I never imagined I would relive these moments in my own home. Yet here it happened and even in the company of two Silth.’

She chuckled. ‘It must be very weird for you.’

He mixed spices and herbs in a small bowl. ‘It’s very comforting, actually, and it doesn’t matter whether you’re Silth or human, I can say for certain it’s fun to have you two over.’

Tiness smiled. ‘It is fun indeed to spend some time together, although it’s still a little strange to be with a human.’ She looked up at him at once. ‘I don’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just that we’re not used to meeting other species.’

Alain chuckled. ‘I know what you mean. I read that your society is pretty closed and most of your kind never met an alien. Humans mingle much easier in that regard.’

She nodded. ‘I’m sure we’ll adjust quickly around you. You’re really nice.’

He chuckled. ‘Thanks.’ he said and looked at Asitha’s concentration as she went over the media list with the help of the translation tablet. ‘I think Asitha is well on her way to get used to human things.’

Tiness giggled. ‘Seems so.’

***

Asitha looked at all the food placed on the low table before her. ‘This all looks very good.’ she said and sniffed the air. ‘And it smells great.’

Alain smiled. ‘Dig in then, Tiness had to suffer enough just watching the food and not tasting it.’

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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 denizli escort sex too.

She 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 iskenderun escort passed them, but she heard 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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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 sarışın porno me, his hand 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 izmir escort at the waist of my skirt, 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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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.

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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 iskenderun escort not going to 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 rus porno suit, the young woman fell backwards 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 erzurum escort you are moving 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 türk porno Ash a tuna fish sandwich but 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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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 anal porno to the 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 porno seyret chairs, and it was clearly 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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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? iskenderun escort I’d hate to materialize 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 eskişehir escort allowed you to confirm for 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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