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Angel Trumpet Flower~

the ghost of Thursday’s past

It’s about quarter-to-five in the morning. I can tell ’cause that’s the time the garbage truck always comes by making that fucking godawful racket that wakes me up just like this every fucking Thursday morning.

Usually I endure this by silently fuming while practicing my gratitude meditations (ya know: in this present moment I am grateful for…not owning a fucking firearm anymore, ’cause if I did I’d go out and shoot those lousy motherfuckers dead as shit and then I’d most likely get convicted of felony homicide and get sent to some high-security women’s detention facility where I would hardly ever get to see Chancy and even if she came to visit we definitely wouldn’t get conjugal privileges, and she’d certainly find someone else who was free to fuck her good the way she really needs it and then she’d stop coming altogether and knowing me I’d probably end up being turned into some hard-ass’s bitch ’cause I tend to be conflict averse and placating and I’d eventually die a lonely, bitter used up old hag if I didn’t just hang myself first with my bedsheets or jumpsuit or something, and all because they can’t pick up the garbage at a decent fucking hour so people can sleep until the sun comes up and stabs them through the fucking eyelids the way nature intended, so yeah, so very grateful I don’t have any firearms anymore (my therapist assures me that this is an extremely helpful practice but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right cause my normal litany usually doesn’t make me feel much better by the time I finish it).

Anyway that is usually how Thursday mornings start for me, which generally leads to Thursdays being my least fucking enjoyed day of the week. But this particular Thursday is different. This Thursday I might be tempted to turn the gun on myself.

My jaw is tight as fuck and my throat is raw and sore and my lungs ache ’cause last night I had the brilliant idea to encourage a horny, inexperienced, teenage pizza delivery guy with a fat salami cock to brutally fuck my face until I nearly choked to death. I’m fucking starving cause said injuries prohibited me from eating said mysterious pizza last night when I was already really fucking hungry. Oh yeah, and my whole body is achey and lethargic, probably due to the after effects of the highly questionable experimental homemade hallucinogenic cocktail my girlfriend and I consumed, so I’m not even sure when if ever I’ll be able to move myself off of the cold, hard tile floor near the front door where I passed out. And to top it off I have to piss so fucking bad I feel like my bladder is the fucking Alien gut-ripper about to claw its way out of my fucking belly.

Ok, Ginger, enough with this fucking whining and sniveling already, time to get with the program: becoming a better person for the woman I love; it’s not always easy, but it’s something I’m working on. That means rigorously banishing all these petty, narcissistic, self-sabotaging, self-loathing, self-deprecating, self-destructive habitual thought patterns and behaviors. It’s time to practice some positive affirmations and engage in self-directed loving kindness and have some fucking gratitude for all the good things in my life. Okay, in this present moment I am grateful for…

Chancy: the light of my life, my sweet, silly, sexy stripper girlfriend who is the primary reason I start each day trying to make myself become a better person. See, I’m in love, really truly in love, and for the first time in my adult life, there is someone who’s happiness is truly meaningful and important to me. And I feel so honored and grateful to be able to wake up in her arms every morning…ummmm, except for this particular Thursday morning. Chancy, my angel, where are you now, in my hour of need?

In answer, I hear it start up, drifting from the doorway to our boudoir: “hunh, hunh, hunh…”; it’s a sound I’ve become accustomed to, almost addicted to, one that I usually hear grunted as I’m plowing into my girlfriends luscious cunt with my 8″ silicone strap-on, which I presently realize I am still wearing, so it obviously is not what is causing the noise this particular Thursday morning. I have a terrible creeping suspicion which a fragment of my psyche tauntingly confirms is true without requiring any direct sensory evidence beyond that simple, repetitive sound: “hunh, hunh, hunh…”

Fucking Buddy. Buddy-fucker. Buddy-fucking Chancy. Buddy fucking Chancy.

Chancy fucking Buddy. Chancy-fucking Buddy. Chancy fucking-Buddy.

Fucking-fuckity-fuck.

Okay, in this present moment I am grateful for…

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

Chancy, my flower;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

Chancy, my angel;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

angel fucking flower;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

angel strumpet flower;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

angel fucking trumpet flower;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

angel-fucking Buddy;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

Buddy-fucking angel;

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

Buddy-fucking-angel-fucking-trumpet-fucking-flower;

“hunh, escort bayan sarıyer hunh, hunh…”

In this present moment I am grateful for…

“hunh, hunh, hunh…”

…not owning a fucking firearm anymore.

***

You see, I wasn’t always this…evolved. I used to have some serious anger issues. I used to own lots of firearms, and I used them regularly. Yeah, mostly at the range; I mean, ‘practice makes perfect’, ya know? And I was damn near fucking perfect. At least when it came to firearms. Not so much with anything else that really mattered.

See, when my highschool sweetheart got himself blown up in Afghanistan, near the end of my senior year, it flipped my fucking kitty. I lacked the proper perspective at the time to understand that just because he was the first-and-only guy to talk sweet to me and to plow my flower, it didn’t necessarily equal true love. I knew he did something pretty fucking great for me that no one else ever had, and when he got blown up, well I guess somehow I decided no one else ever would be able to fill that void. And for taking that away from me, I decided some fuckers needed to pay. I developed what you might call a vendetta.

Since those fucking Afghani fuckers killed my man, I would kill every last one of those fuckers, along with all their women, all their children, all their parents, all their families. I would become an avenging fucking angel.

Like I said, I lacked the proper perspective then. I was too far from the cause of his death to understand that he’d chosen it when he decided to join in invading their country and threatening to kill their families. Whatever justification he had for entering their world, they had a greater justification for defending their world and their families from him and all the others like him. It wasn’t anything personal, just what any rational, loving human being would do in the face of a hostile threat to those they most love and cherish. They were the real avenging angels.

But I couldn’t see that then, I was too far away. And I was to close to my own pain of loosing the one that I most loved and cherished to see that it was becoming pathological, to see that while I dreamed of become his avenging angel, I was really just driving myself to become a devil.

So I followed in his footsteps, naively believing they would lead me to the place where he had ended, and that from there I could begin my vendetta. When I graduated I joined the Corps, just like he had. I poured myself fully into perfecting myself as a weapon, as an instrument of death. As single minded as I was in my vendetta, I had no opportunity to consider that there might still be other things more worth living for.

I never did make it to Afghanistan during the four years I served in the Corps; it’s not like they give you the latitude to pursue a personal vendetta, or any other dream for that matter. They mold you and shape you into a killing machine, and then they put you where they want you and, when they are ready, they pull your trigger and you kill their targets. It took longer than it should have for me to realize what I had gotten myself into; I lacked the proper perspective. Eventually I got the opportunity for my perspective to shift that he never had. Eventually.

The Corps was not where my vendetta ended; it was a stepping-stone, a springboard. I had distinguished myself in the eyes of those who admired a perfected weapon, those who had many uses for perfected weapons. I was courted by certain ‘agencies’ and I courted in return. I naively believed that all I needed to do was to find the perfect opportunity that offered me the proper latitude. The Corps had made me harder, but it also taught me to get smarter. I learned languages, studied international politics, focused my trajectory. Meanwhile I made deals, took piecemeal freelance work; it kept me in the action, it kept me in the network, and it kept me with a firearm always in my hand or at my side.

I was good at what I did, good enough that the right people took notice. It helped that I had no significant bonds to any other human beings; I’d decided never again to love someone that I could lose. I lived only for my mission; I would go wherever I was required to at a moment’s notice, and do whatever was necessary in pursuit of finally fulfilling my vendetta. Other people’s lives were expendable, a series of stepping-stones.

It took another four years before I finally made it to Afghanistan. But the Afghanistan I arrived in was not the same Afghanistan he had died in. Countries and cultures change, just like people do, and in Afghanistan eight years had brought a lot of change. As much as I had studied to learn the field, by the time I got there, most of the players and even the game itself had significantly changed. But at the time I lacked the proper perspective to acknowledge it.

War has a high turnover rate, it’s simply the nature of a business based on escort azeri killing. I was chasing ghosts, pursuing vengeance against those who had quite likely died not much later nor more meaningfully than he had. And because I was still trying to operate in the past, I couldn’t pay attention to the present moment as I should have. And in war, as in life, everything that truly matters happens in the present moment.

For eight years I had excelled because I operated under the orders of those who operated in the present moment; though they knew how the past had shaped it, they kept their eyes directed forward at all times. In Afghanistan, I hit the ground running backward; my eyes constantly searching the past, I was blind to the future as it snuck up behind me. My ability as an operative suffered, but there was a formal inertia that allowed me the latitude to drift too far out of the present moment without anyone recognizing just how far I had gone; when the present moment eventually snapped back into place for me, I was not the only one who paid the price, nor the one who paid most dearly.

***

PTSD. Post-traumatic-stress disorder. That’s the new official clinical term used today, but it’s nothing new; it’s been around at least as long as war, probably much longer. You can change the name, but the effects on the human soul are universal, timeless, even somewhat predictable. Long ago they gave it a much more honest name: Hell.

Four simple letters in each, but within those four letters, an infinite span of suffering.

The Valley of the Shadow of Death, the Vale of Tears, the Long-Dark-Night of the Soul; everyone who goes thru it has their own unique experience of it, their personal story, but those who have been through it share something the uninitiated will never know.

I had walked so deep into that darkness before I even realized where I was that I didn’t even know there was a way out of it. The incident in Afghanistan that broke me down was not even the beginning of it; it went at least as far back as that day he had arrived there. His death had been my trailhead; I followed his footsteps as far as I could, but his death had spared him the journey through the darkness that enshrouds the survivors.

I returned from Afghanistan a much different person than I had been when I arrived. In just over a year there, the purpose that I had built my life around for the previous eight years had been perfectly rigged for demolition; in a single moment it was detonated and in less than a day it was left in smoldering ruins that had destroyed innocent lives. I had survived with the burden of the knowledge of my ultimate responsibility.

***

Saturn return. That’s what astrology calls it. Saturn fucking return. I was just shy of 28 years old, and for all intents and purposes my life had reached a dead end. Everything I had lived for had been ripped away from me and and consumed in a pillar of fire. If I was going to move forward from this devastation, all my old ways had to be abandoned; holding onto them would be a swift and merciless death or a long agonizing disintegration, either way there was nothing to look forward too. If I was going to pursue my life rather than my death (for a while it was not an entirely clear decision) I would have to learn an entirely new way of being.

Fortunately I still had my GI Bill, and a well stocked financial cushion. I had some breathing room to heal and rebuild myself anew; the hardest part was remembering how to breath. I enrolled at Miskatonic U and meandered thru a purposefully random selection of courses, just sampling anything I thought might provide a way to take an edge off of the aching emptiness inside and the emotional volatility of fight or flight, both of which I excelled at. Psychology, sociology, philosophy, humanities, divinities; I combed thru them like a madwoman sifting the desert sand in search of jewels, but always the answers to the deepest questions that tormented my waking life evaded me, and alone in the dark of night, the terrors would return again and again with a vengeance of their own.

I’d never learned to interact comfortably with other people outside of the formal relationship structures of the military and covert government agencies and the devious dictates of international espionage. Most of my classmates were close to a generation younger and could not even begin to fathom the depth of the experiences I had been thru, still self-absorbed in their petty personal pursuits, seeking license to indulge in their creature comforts and conveniences with the same zeal with which I had pursued the latitude to indulge in my vendetta at their age. I could not fault them their path, but I could find no meaningful way to relate to their world of parties, fashions, empty entertainments, and petty social intrigues.

I spent as much time in the gym as I did in the lecture and study halls, trying to subdue my demons thru intense physical exertion that kept me strong and left me exhausted. escort bayan sefaköy I would always be the last one dragging out the door as the custodians locked up. Sometimes it would be enough to allow me to collapse into a mildly restless sleep. After the best nights, I would be one of the first at they gym in the morning. After the really bad ones, I might barricade myself in my room all day long with the curtains drawn and my sound-system blasting to fill the void in my head and hide my anguished cries from my neighbors, or take off running the trails thru the eerie woods behind the campus until I passed out on the ground in the bushes, surrendering into the solace of the sleep that had evaded me the previous night.

After the worst nights, I would lock myself in my bathroom and clean Betsy, my Colt m1911 service-pistol, for hours while I imagined filling the tub with hot water and using a razor blade to open every major vein and artery I could reach before loosing consciousness. Once Betsy was spotless and reassembled, I’d pop a couple sleeping pills and crawl into bed after tucking her in next to my vibrator in the nightstand drawer, magazine out but with a single round in the chamber, just in case it ever got so bad that I needed to make it stop for good.

Somehow I was smart enough to avoid drinking and drugs thruout this period, aside from the occasional sleeping pills; I’d seen too many strong folks slide down that slippery slope and I knew that if I was going to head in that direction, I’d sooner take the bullet train, make it quicker and cleaner for everyone.

It wasn’t until I’d pissed away most of my GI Bill and a sizable portion of my savings treading water and swimming in circles that I discovered the martial arts and a new possibility for a bright future began to emerge. It was a constant battle inside to keep from berating myself for not finding my way to it sooner, but I finally acknowledged that it would not have been healthy for me to have engaged in it without first making a total break from anything that carried the slightest hint of aggression or combativeness; the preceding years had been a great purge of my old ways of being, and I’d needed to claim that distance in order to gain a proper perspective on it. But even that did not guarantee that I would be able to keep the spirits that had tormented me at bay.

It was an easy enough transition into the culture; my body and reflexes already honed by over a dozen years of intense physical training and plenty of practice with hand-to-hand combat techniques. The other folks who gravitated to it tended to bear a familiar hardness, the traces of scars from whatever battles they had survived with the demons of their own life experience. Their quiet intensity reassured me; it was comforting to once again belong within a warrior society, and they similarly recognized and validated me and my own indomitable will to survive.

***

It was in a Brazilian jiu-jitsu class that I first met my ex-husband; he was an advanced student and volunteered to help train the lower-level classes. After intensely grappling each other on the mats on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nites for three weeks, I had a huge lapse in judgement involving the celebration of Cinco de Mayo with tequila shots; the following morning I woke up groggy, sore, and thoroughly inseminated in a strange apartment, my future ex-husband proffering ‘hair of the dog’. I was soon kneeling in supplication at the great porcelain alter, a firm hand holding my hair back and swabbing my face with cool damp terrycloth. An hour later I was kneeling again, screaming in ecstasy as his thick nine-incher plowed my tight long-neglected snatch with extreme prejudice. I reassured myself that I wasn’t in love, but my body was convinced it had been deprived far too long of this variety of sizzling, toe-curling pleasure.

He did stunts. He got me on a set as an extra in a battle scene in some ‘wizards and warriors’ tripe, and I found that the goofy glamor of it held an allure that I was eager to repeat. We got together for extra practice and sparring, practicing artful falls and rolls. Repeatedly falling on my back on the mat with him atop me made it far too easy to surrender to carnal temptations.

He also did blow, quite a bit of it, and convinced me to try it, just a couple little bumps before we’d drive ourselves to sweaty peaks of well-orchestrated frustrated desires with a seemingly unlimited well of energy, the whole world sharpened, crystalline, humming. My prior sexual mistakes with him became repetitive enough that they began to form a pattern that could be labeled habitual, though the swirling alphabet soup of chemical enhancements he introduced me to kept things novel: MDMA, LSD, DMT, GHB, DXM,…ad nauseum.

He also introduced me to swordplay, and for this one thing I will eternally give thanks to him. Blades were a true passion for him, and he taught me basics of a few sword-fighting styles that were commonly employed in cinematographic battles. While our sexual combat remained, for me, no more than the rather impressive servicing of a primal physiological directive, devoid of any romance, in the clashing whirl of sharpened steel, I found the most profound passion I’d ever known; no doubt about it, I was falling in love, a love that felt safe enough to commit to, free from the entanglements of human emotion and dependency.

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Nimue sat on the edge of the fountain, bored to tears. No one was around to play with and it was hot. She scooted back and lowered her butt into the fountain. Ah, coolness at last. Slowly, she lowered her entire body into the water. Only her face, breasts and a wee bit of pubic hair were above the water. As she laid there, the world floating by, Nimue thought of something to do. She’d have a party. Sitting up rather quickly, she bumped her butt on the bottom of the fountain and stood up. Water cascaded off her nubile form, runnels of water forming in the creases of her arms and legs.

Walking across to the phone, she decided on a theme for her party. Sexy fruit. Anything sexy and fruity was fine. She smiled.

“Hello. Artemis, this is Nimue. I was thinking of having a bit of a potluck tonight. You know, wine, satyrs, fruit, flowers, etc. You want to call the girls and get something together? Okay, I’ll see you at my garden at seven. Don’t forget the fruit. Yes, of course. Thanks. See you later!” she rang off and dialed again.

“Hey Priap. How’s it hanging? Oh you! You say the silliest things. I’m having a party and wondered if you and some of the boys would like to come on over? You will? Okay. Sounds great. Yes, fruit. We are having fruit tonight. Oh, and some wine. Can you manage? Good. See you soon!” She hung up and went to go make sure the garden was ready. Finally something to do! Nimue ran off to get everything set up for the party.

“Hullo!” Priapus shouted as he came through the garden gate. Nimue smiled at him and ran her eyes over his party outfit. He’d adorned himself in grapes and grape leaves. His phallus grandly decked out in lovely purple fruit.

“Oh Priap! You look delish! Absolutely edible!” she said as she gave him a quick hug. She spotted more people coming down the path and moved him into the garden.

“Good evening dear,” Artemis said in honeyed tones. Behind her were Eros, Demeter, and Inanna. All of them had dressed in lovely revealing outfits. As they put their bowls and platters on the table, they moved farther into the garden admiring Nimue’s saucy blue gauze outfit and the patio.

“Hey! Where’s the girls?” Loki shouted. He smiled as he walked in with a stalk of bananas and a jar of honey.

Nimue smiled and waved him towards the table. He put the banana’s down and turned back escort bayan çapa to his host. Nimue burst out laughing when she saw what he was wearing. It was a loincloth with a comic face on it and right where the nose should be was the head of Loki’s cock.

“Oh Loki! You are such a tease!”

“Tease! Look at you! I doubt you could cover a square inch decently with that bit of indigo gauze,” he said, as he looked her over.

Nimue looked down at her outfit. Indigo and sky blue gauze scarves discreetly tied at certain points to give the illusion of clothing while every step she took gave peeks of her lovely brown skin.

“Well, I guess you’ve got me on that one. Come on and greet the ladies.”

Soon the garden was full of people talking and enjoying themselves. Priap and Loki had been monopolizing her time and Nimue had had enough wine not to care. Everyone else was pairing off too. She’d just gotten lucky and ended up with these two. Or was it luck. You never knew with these two pranksters.

“So gentlemen, what will you do to entertain me?” Nimue said with a twinkle in her eye. Priap looked at her and then down at his cock, which was standing to attention. Loki smiled too and held up a banana. Nimue laughed. “Nothing more than a banana dear?”

“Oh yes, but not yet. I have toys….fruity toys,” he said as he held up a fig, some grapes, a few cherries and of course, the banana.

“Oh my….. And what about you Priap? Are you going to delight me with some fruity toy?” Nimue said as she turned to Priapus.

He too smiled and held up plums, star fruit, cantaloupe slices and pineapple rings.

Nimue smiled, lay back on the cushions and let them begin. Priapus slid the pineapple rings over his cock. He took the plums, sliced in half and covered her nipples with them. He made a path of star fruit down her stomach to the tip of her pubic bone. Then he took one of the cantaloupe slices and smiled at her.

“Spread your legs dear.”

She moved her legs apart and waited. Tingling with anticipation. Priapus slid the cool melon slice down her lips and worked it between them until the one tip was buried in her pussy and the other tip just touched her clit.

“Ohhhh…” she gasped as the cool slice tingled between her lips. She waited for him to do more escort gecelik when he stood back. It was Loki’s turn.

Loki put a few of the cherries in the middle of the star fruit and then set the rest aside. He took the fig, and smeared the pulpy center over the top of her breasts. Loki took the last bit and caressed her lips with its juice. Then he reached for the banana. He dipped it in honey and then traced patterns up her thighs. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold still any longer, he stopped. He dipped it in honey again and drizzled it over her body and the fruit that adorned it. Last of all, he dipped it once again and slowly pushed it into her hot wet pussy, careful not to move the cantaloupe slice placed by Priapus.

Nimue quivered. She felt so hot….., and so horny……. she was just about to speak when Loki popped a cherry into her mouth. They tasted tart and sweet. While she chewed, he began to move the banana in and out of her pussy. It felt so good. Priapus put a hand on her shoulder and guided her mouth to his cock.

It was salty, sweet and tart with the pineapple juice running down his cock. Nimue sucked and licked his cock as Loki fucked her with the banana. He moved the cantaloupe slice up and down as well, caressing her clit. Nimue moaned and the vibrations ran up Priapus’ cock.

“Oh my…’ he moaned. “More!” he said as he pumped his cock towards her face. Nimue obliged and started nibbling the pineapple rings and the grapes that were also hanging there. He moaned again. His hand reached for her breasts, grabbing the plums over the nipples and squeezing them along with her breasts. The juice ran down her sides.

Loki smiled and moved the banana out of her pussy and rubbed the hot juicy fruit across Priapus’ lips. Priapus tasted Nimue’s juices along with the banana and the honey. He took a bite of the banana and smiled at Loki. Loki pushed the banana back into Nimue’s hot pussy and got it all juicy again. Then, he caught her eye and as he smiled at her, he ate what was left of the banana.

Nimue was nibbling the last of the pineapple ring off of Priapus’ cock and licking the juice off of him. Priapus leaned down and started to lick the plum juices and bits of fig off of her breasts. Loki lowered his mouth to her pussy and started to escort bayan florya lick the cantaloupe slice, moving it up and down against her clit and just tickling the entrance to her pussy.

“Oh… don’t stoppppp!” she moaned. Loki increased his attentions and let his tongue loose on her. He licked honey and fruit off of her while Priapus did the same to her breasts. They each worked their way towards the other, meeting at Nimue’s belly button. Priapus moved down to Nimue’s pussy and started to eat the cantaloupe along with licking her clit and sucking on her pussy lips to taste the honey. Loki nibbled the star fruit, a cherry or two and then licked her breasts clean of the plum and fig. He kissed her full on the mouth, delivering tastes of fruit and pussy.

“Yummmmm,” she moaned as their breaths mixed in her mouth. She reached over and grabbed his cock and a few grapes. She put the grapes in her mouth and then Loki’s cock. Nimue rolled the grapes around in her mouth against his cock and let them break and juice all over him. It was Loki’s turn to moan.

“Ni-Ni-Nimue…” he finally gasped out. His hips thrust harder against her lips as she took a handful of cherries and crushed them against his ass as she gripped them to steady herself to his thrusts.

Priapus moved between her legs and slowly filled her with his cock. Nimue moaned and arched her hips upwards to meet his thrusts.

The three of them moved together, thrusts becoming more urgent. Cherry juice and bits of cherry ran down Loki’s butt. Grape juice ran down the front of his thighs. Nimue’s lips moved up and down his cock while Priapus pounded her into the pillows with fruit fed lust. Loki began to come, feeling that he could hold back no more. Nimue felt the hot salty semen fill her mouth as Loki roared his orgasm into being.

“AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned as the juices mixed in her mouth, ran down her lips and throat. This galvanized Priapus into urgent thrusts. He reached down and played with Nimue’s clit and teased her to orgasm as he too began to pound harder and harder. Nimue let loose of Loki as orgasm overtook her. Loki held her sticky body to him as Priapus came in a roar.

“RRRrrrrrrrrYYYYesssss!” echoed across the garden. Priapus thrust once more and then slowly stopped moving. His hands still playing with her clit as she came to orgasmic wave after wave until her body froze in a massive contortion of pleasure and then collapsed back onto the pillows.

The three of them lay there breathing heavy. Everything smelled of fruit juices and body juices. It was marvelous.

After a bit, Nimue turned to the guys and in a dreamy voice said, “wow…. fruit salad delight!”

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I went all over town looking for him, damn! Figures he wasn’t anywhere in town, actually that was pretty smart considering I was there most of the time. Finally in a cave a few miles from town I felt him, I appeared at the mouth of the cave, calling out to him as I felt my powers fade. “You know, after five or six hundred years of sleeping at night I’ve kind of gotten used to it my friend.” Gregor came out of the cave had almost reached me when he stopped short, “Shit John what has happened now?” He asked, “You need someone killed?” He started to laugh when I smirked at him. “Oh I see, it’s Lana um hm, sit my friend and tell Gregor.”

So I sat, I hadn’t really had a real friend since Gregor had been ripped from my life by his father. He listened intensely ’til I got to the part about spanking his sister, then I swear he couldn’t stop laughing. “She actually said that?” He gasped for air, another round of all out laughter. When I finished I wore an extremely serious face, “Damn it John, NO! you know how dangerous it is and you being a mage I’m not sure I could do it to your mind. John don’t do this! Haven’t you tortured your self enough the last two hundred years? Damn it man! Give your self and your busted heart a fucking break!

“Gregor,” I started, “I can’t, I can’t do this again you are the only one who knows just how bad our fathers pushed me. I can’t chance falling for her again, they stepping in trying to force me and her to dance to their whims, I won’t allow it I can’t allow it!”

“John, we’ve been friends a long time, if you do this and it holds, it would be as bad as if you were dancing to their tune. You’d lose a lot more than just the memory, you’d lose a lot of you, I know John, I’ve done this a few times I’ve seen it happen.” Gregor said as he sadly shook his head.

“Damn it! I have to do something I can’t concentrate, I can hardly formulate plans against them. If I can’t clear my head soon it will be over before it even starts.” I told Gregor.

“John you need to learn to channel all of this into a new way of thinking and planning, with the energy you are getting from this you should be unstoppable!” Gregor said his excitement growing Sighing I tried to concede but felt I was lost I didn’t know how to re-channel my energy, I’d better learn quick or I was a dead duck for sure.

Gregor bid me good bye and went back into the cave as I started to walk away, finally I was far enough to feel my powers return. I wish everything was that simple then I might not be as stressed out as I was, yeah I was really starting to think I needed to kill my father and hers too. Appearing in my room I got ready to go to work, god only knew what they had in store for us today. I dreaded that they might hear something about us being out last night then they’d never stop, with a groan I headed out.

For the first time in days the day started rather good but I knew something was coming I wasn’t stupid I could feel it creeping slowly up on me with cold fingers out stretched. Though I really didn’t expect to see her towards the end of the day I started looking for her to pop in at any moment. Shaking my self I realized I was starting to act like a love sick puppy mooning over everything in sight.

I heard the train as it was approaching town, grabbing my assistant we headed out to the station. They’d just started to off load my packages when I felt a sensation of almost pure evil run up my spine. Turning toward the train I saw a box being off loaded, damn it! From the feel of this one this was an older vampire, though he was alive when near me he was still formable, even becoming human didn’t slow the older ones down a whole lot.

I was about to ask who’s box it was when a couple of lackey’s grabbed the box, turning they stared at me. Yeah they knew what I was and what I could do, this was unexpected I’d have to prepare for what ever this new threat was. It was a damn good thing father had worked me up so bad, I now had at least two active wards with me at all times, hey better safe than sorry right? I watched for a few minutes as the half dead helpers of the vampire carried the box toward the building Lana was in. Well screw that idea all to hell, there was no way I was getting any where near her now not with… what it was that had just arrived.

Dan and I arrived back at the office an hour later to find one of the lackey’s waiting. In a raspy voice it told me as it handed me a wax sealed letter, “Madam Vishnew wishes your company tonight, she says you can not turn this down nor should you try. She’d rather not have to destroy the whole town if you become angry, she has said she finds it extremely quaint.” I bowed to the lackey, surprising him and told him I would accept the gracious invitation of Lady Vishnew. The lackey smiled and left.

Damn it! Vishnew was here? Son of a bitch! What the hell did she want? Though not as old as Vidon Lana’s mother was still a creature I didn’t want to tangle with if I didn’t have to. Sighing I told a wide eyed Dan good night and headed to my building to dress for tonight. As I expected Lady Vishnew escort sarıyer had gone all out, as she always did. Really? I shook my head a seven course meal? I… wait! Food real food? Ok what was going on? She’d never been this accommodating towards me, something had definitely changed that was for sure.

Walking in I was seated at the far end of the table, moments later Gregor arrived not looking all that pleased his self. within moments Lady Vishnew and Lana entered I felt both their hearts start to beat and Lady Vishnew was actually breathing, she seemed to be enjoying it. “Thank you for attending tonight, Gregor, Mr. Timmings. I must say this is a wonderful experience, I can’t remember the last time I actually breathed in the air.” Lana had her head down, though at times she peeked a look up at me and her brother, the look she held gave me pause, shit something was definitely a foot. “As you probably know, Mr. Timmings, there have been many endings in the clan both clans actually, what you may not know is just how bad. At last count well over half the vampire clan was gone, nearly as many from the mage clan.” I looked at Gregor and he shrugged obviously he hadn’t known either, I got almost the same look from Lana well at least they weren’t in on any of this.

“My Lady,” I started, “I do not wish to be impertinent, but why are you here? Might it have to do with a certain betrothal? As I told your husband Lord Vidon, that is a dead subject that I do not wish to ponder on.” A small smile lit her face damn she was enjoying making me squirm! “I therefore respectfully request to be excused as there is nothing to keep me here.” This got the reaction I was hoping for the smile turned into a grimace, good I don’t like to be played.

As I stood up to go, Lana spoke for the first time, “Sir Timmings if you leave now neither mother nor I will be able to enjoy this feast.” Lana demurely flashed me a smile, son of a bitch! They were both in on it! Then I saw Gregor also smiling out of the corner of my eye. Turning to Gregor I sighed, “Et tu Gregor?” Gregor quickly dropped the smile and stared at me like he was innocent. Trapped like a rat in a trap! Sitting I consigned my self to be as unemotional as possible, fat chance there!

Though I tried to not get involved, I was beginning to find the Lady Vishnew as charming and lovely as her daughter. Near the end of dinner I discovered that I hadn’t really had that bad of a time but I still had no inkling as to why her mother was here. “I have to say,” Lady Vishnew started, “I quite frankly enjoyed that, as I said it has been a very long time since I actually ate food. Now then I am sure you are wondering why I called you here.” I nodded my acquiescence. “My husband is not a delicate creature, he never has been. He has seen the union of you two as a way to save the clans and nothing else, what he didn’t see was that you would be as strong as you are. Do you know you are the only being to ever resist my husband?” I nodded no, “Now more than ever he wants you and Lana to wed. As do I, though for entirely different reasons. As you said to Gregor, yes he basically wanted you two as breeders, I do not and will not agree with that decision. I do not know what happened that night, nor do I wish you to expand on it, but I remember that for once Lana was happier than I’d ever seen her.”

I knew that Lana had been happy back then when we had first met, and yes I realized that it might have been the first time since she had become a vampire. I also knew it had made her mother happy as Gregor had told me later, but as for her being the happiest ever that I had not known. “Thank you Lady Vishnew, I would like to forever expunge the memory from my mind,” I replied a grimace on my face. Lady Vishnew noticed this and didn’t press any further. “I for one believe in love, yes we vampires can love, though it is quite different from anything you might know.

The chance to love as a human is a unique opportunity, as many know the range of emotions is far more extreme for humans. I firmly believe that this union would just be good for the vampires but the mages also.” Looking directly at me and smirking Lady Vishnew, continued, “I also believe that the union would be good for both of you, I’ve seen the difference in you since you entered here. I’ve also noticed a difference in Lana, a difference I must say I find truly refreshing.”

I had moved to leave almost out the door, when Lana’s mother stopped me for a private word. “Mr. Timmings, I know more than you think, as I said before I don’t know what went on, nor am I concerned about it. That is unless it interferes with the union of you two, then you can rest assured that I will bring the full force of the family resources to solve it.”

“Lady Vishnew, this,” I said waving my arms around, “In all honesty is one of the main reasons that we didn’t stay together. I am a man, not a puppet, I will not be made to dance for anyone else, to do so would make me less than I am or can be. So yes you might say there is something interfering, it just happens bodrum escort bayan to be my father and your husband.” The look of shock, then the smirk on her face let me know she’d guessed they were the reason behind my resistance.

“Hmmmm I see, it was about as I thought, it appears that I need to contact Evelyn.” I was shocked My mother? Even father tried to stay out of her way when she was mad, Now how did Vishnew know my mother? “So, if they were out of it, then you and Lana would have been together before now?” Vishnew said.

Sighing I tried to explain, “It wasn’t just them it was the clans in general, neither of us were free to be ourselves we were expected to be something neither of us wanted to be. I will not have my life dictated, I am not one to take it lightly either. I thank you for tonight and regret that nothing has been resolved, perhaps one day but not now.” I left also thanking Lana and her brother, then heading out toward my building.

I was almost home when Gregor caught up to me, “what do you want traitor,” I half heartedly told him.

“Hey,” he said, “I was trapped and drafted into it. I have to say you made a definite impression on mother, now more than ever she wants you and Lana wed.”

“Hell Gregor,” I started, “I have never doubted that your father wanted us wed, but for some reason I’ve always felt your mother was dead set against it. Can you tell me just what has changed her mind? I know it can’t be the dying in the clans, so what?”

“If I understand her right,” Gregor replied, “you now have her respect, as she said you are the only being that has ever resisted father not an easy feat in its self. Though I wouldn’t suggest doing it too many times, you may have shocked father yes, but I can’t see him letting this go on for much longer.”

Turning back to face Gregor he was shocked at the intensity on my face, “I don’t care Gregor, not then not now, this is my life and hers for what they are. If we let them make us do what they want us to do, then how are we better? No, I don’t care if I have to take out a whole damn clan, I won’t submit to yours or my father’s whims.” With that I turned and left a stunned Gregor out side my building though, as started in I thought I saw him smile a wide grin.

I had just reached my room when there was a rapping at my outer door, huh? What the hell, I know I’d set my wards. Opening the door I was shocked to see my mother, and her two assistants, Damn Lady Vishnew wasted no time at all I see. “Johnathon,” she started, “so good to see you.”

“Uh huh, right mom we haven’t seen each other in a hundred years, what did Lady Vishnew tell you?” The mock shock she wore on her face, let me know I’d hit the nail on the head.

“Vish, just expressed a concern that your father and her husband might be interfering with you and Lana. I’m just here to make sure that doesn’t happen.” She then smirked looking at me sideways, “You are still interested in her aren’t you? I hope this trip isn’t a waste of my time, I DID have things to do you know.” Leave it to mother to try and give me a guilt trip, especially when none of this was my fault.

“I don’t know mother it’s been well over a hundred years since we did anything and…” I started.

“Oh? A little bird told me that you two went to dinner the other night, please son don’t insult your mother’s intelligence,” she accused. Damn leave it to her to always see through me, sigh, I guess there was no getting past it.

“Mother, I’m not sure ok, I’m just not sure,” I stated.

“Well Johnathon, we’ll just have to change that won’t we?” I looked at her through slitted eyes yup she was up to something though what and how I wasn’t sure.

“Just what do you mean change that?” I stated, “What if you don’t like what I decide? You going to banish me again? Ha! Good luck with that mother! In case you haven’t noticed I am my own man now, who…”

“Who seems to be more confused now than he was two hundred years ago! Look you can’t fool Vish or me, we know there is something going on, Lana was practically floating after she got home the other night, and was still like that when her mother arrived. Now, as far as I know you are the only one that has EVER been able to elicit that kind of a response from her. So, no matter what you both say WE know that there is still something between you two.” Holding up her hand she stopped me before I even started, “Don’t even try to start that old, tired, bull shit again about you hate each other, there’s nothing there. Vish and I are well over one thousand years old WE know, the problem is how are we going to fix it?”

I’d listened to her almost the whole time, but she was venturing where both mine and Lana’s father’s had gone. Suddenly I felt the anger swell then burst in me, “You won’t do a damn thing!” I yelled, “It was just this sort of thing that separated us last time. Interfering people pushing us together! You want her so damn bad? You fucking marry her!” With that I flashed out, not caring that she was the second leader of the clan and to do so was escort ortaköy an insult. I appeared in an alley way in New York, almost as far as I could get from out west, where we’d been, still seething I didn’t notice the huge hole in the wall directly behind me.

Lady Vishnew had just awoken when she received the thoughts, {“Vish,”] she heard Evelyn, [“I think you are right about them still having feelings for each other, but when I brought it up Johnathon became enraged and left, I’m feeling him on the other side of the continent. It appears there is something else going on here, I’ve never seen him this upset.”]

Lady Vishnew let this digest a moment, [“Yes, I feel you are right but somehow Lana has hidden it from me, Gregor’s mind from that night is almost completely blank, your son is far stronger than I’ve ever felt in a non-vampire form. I too am at a loss for the moment.”]

[“I was thinking of us contacting our husbands, but I swear they handle everything with almost total brute force.”] Evelyn replied.

[“Yes,”] started Vishnew, [“If this isn’t handled right, it might be another two hundred years before they’d even think of facing each other, I think the key lies in what happened that night.”]

[“I agree with you, but how to find out? I fear the only one who may hold the answer is the very one we are trying to help.”] Evelyn cried.

[“My dear,”] Lady Vishnew started, [“it is obvious that WE are going to have to fall back on our strongest suits.”]

[“You mean our power and authority?”] Asked Evelyn.

[“Oh no my dear,”] Lady Vishnew replied, [“your son is far too powerful and my daughter far too smart and suspicious for those to ever work. I believe it is time for us to use our sneakiness and beguilement to further confuse and drive them together. Now first you and I are going to send a message to both that we are leaving. That I think will bring Johnathon back then…”]

I had wondered New York City for days not really caring where I went or did. As long as Mother and Vishnew were there I had no desire to go back, though I was feeling for Lana stuck there with those two nosy busy bodies. I knew I couldn’t stay gone for very long Mother could always find me, she always had though I think this time she might not appear in person.

I was sitting in a cafe when one of mom’s assistants appeared next to me, “A word Mr. Johnathon?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one for you,” I replied sneering at the sub-mage (don’t ask me that’s what mom had always called him). “It’s death pure and simple, you have two options leave and live stay and you’ll be dead in the next minute.”

“Fine,” he said, “your mother is leaving tomorrow,” with that poof he was gone. Hmmm, I knew my mother, she NEVER gave up that easy (just ask my father he hadn’t won in well over eight hundred years and he was stronger). I’d have to keep an eye on her and Vishnew. Sighing, I decided I ought to go back I know Dan was about to go out of his mind trying to keep up with everything.

Looking over at the play bill I had in front of me, ummm tomorrow, there were quite a few things more pleasant than facing mother right now I wished to attend to. Besides this was as close to civilization as was back home, as I could get to, though the colonists and the English were starting clash more. Damn it leave it to them both to spoil my fun. Flashing out I arrived in my room, yes I could still feel her presence, here I had hoped that she’d be gone by now. That way there wouldn’t be uncomfortable silence, stares and accusations (though well founded on my part).

Stepping into my office I was astounded to find mother sitting there waiting for me. “I am not here to argue,” she started, “just to tell you that your father has requested that I return, as you know I am the best healer of the mages. I have heard that your powers have surpassed your father’s, I am extremely proud of you my son.”

“Are things really that bad mother?” I asked.

“Yes, I am afraid we are going to lose a good number of both clans before this is over, though I and a few others have managed to halt it in a good many, it still continues to ravage the rest.” she said sadly.

“I should have been recalled, my powers are beyond yours and father’s I know I could have wiped it out by now,” I spit out almost ashamed that I wasn’t there to help.

“No Johnathon, it is far more important that you remain here and build up the fortune here in America, in case we have to bring the clan here.” My mother said sadly, “I would not like to have to be here in these primitive conditions.”

“I understand that mother but I could be home in no time, I’ve found a way to cross, it only takes about two hours,” I said. Evelyn hid the shock she was feeling, two hours? Just how much more powerful was her son? Shaking the thoughts from her head she kissed her son, gathered her assistants the poof was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief I was about to sit when I saw several of Lady Vishnew’s lackeys loading her box onto the train. Ok, now I was REALLY suspicious, both were leaving? Both at the same time something was definitely up, and I wasn’t about to believe that bull shit story my mother had given me, no they were up to something. The only problem was I, who always had as much information as I could before I moved on something, had nothing a most unusual position for me, one I’d definitely have to amend.

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The alarm woke us and after I’d hit the snooze button we spent the minutes cuddling up and then, when she rolled to face me, kissing and hugging till the alarm’s insistent beeping called a halt.

We showered, dressed and ate a lazy breakfast. Sally decided that she’d prefer to go work in the lab and let me sort out things with the PR lady. It was a cold rainy day outside so I dropped her off at the department before making my way back to the Admin block.

“Good morning professor,” the receptionist greeted me brightly. “Carol’s in the small conference room, second door on the right.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a nod, as I walked on past her.

I gave the door a knock and walked on in. Carol stood and held her hand out to me.

“Hi, I’m Carol Lampard. Won’t you take a seat?”

She looked to be in her thirties, nicely tanned, her glossy black hair looking straight cut just under her ears. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit with a pale blue blouse and matching four-inch stilettoes.

I gave her well-manicured hand a brief shake and took the seat next to her.

“How may I help you?” she asked, as she resumed her seat.

I put the globe on the table before I replied, “I take it you haven’t yet heard of my discovery? In the simplest terms I’ve discovered a Time Tunnel, something that lets you view history as it happened.”

I could see from the slightly quizzical look she gave me that she hadn’t understood. “What it means is the device will let you view any event in history that you tune it to. You want chariot races at the Coliseum or the Indy 500, it’s all there.”

“What, you mean like looking at a screen?”

“Yes, I can give you a demonstration if you want.”

“Oh, I’ll take your word, but it would be nice to see history being made if I could,” she replied, her brow furrowed in thought.

“We can arrange that for later,” I said smiling at her. “Right now, I want to find out if I’ll be stepping on anyone’s toes.”

“I don’t get you?”

“Can I do this myself? Make the announcement about what I’ve discovered or should I let the university make it?” I asked.

“Well, we can call a press conference for you, but I’ll have to check with Andy, our manager, to get it officially sanctioned,” she replied.

“Would he be busy now?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered, glancing to the phone on the table.

“Could I talk to him do you think?”

“I- um, I’ll see if he’s free,” she answered, reaching for the phone.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Oh hi Ann, could you put me through to Andy?” she asked.

…

“Thanks.”

I heard the faint purr of the ring as she waited.

“Andy, hi, this is Carol. I’ve got Professor Lutner with me and he wants to know if we’ve got any plans regarding his discovery of the Time Tunnels?”

… The voice wasn’t distinct enough to hear.

“Yes, Professor Steven Lutner,” she confirmed, glancing at her tablet.

… His reply this time was quite short.

“Yes, we’re on our way,” she replied before replacing the handset. Looking up at me she said, “He’d like to see you.”

“Oh,” I said, a little surprised by the turn of events.

She stood, pushing her tablet into her bag as she turned and led the way. I held the door as we exited then widened my stride to catch her.

“I usually only deal with press relations,” she confessed to me. “Write the press releases and do interviews with the reporters.”

“That’s the kind of support I’ll need. My discovery is going to change the world and make me very unpopular in certain circles. I’ve opened a new Pandora’s Box,” I replied.

“How?” she asked.

“I’m going to cost you your privacy, that’s the biggest problem. You can use it to spy on people as well. Anyone can watch you undress for bed or take a shower,” I replied.

She stopped in her tracks. “Huh?”

“I’m afraid so, you, me and everyone in the world could use one to peek into anyone’s bedroom,” I explained.

“That won’t be allowed surely,” she said anxiously.

“It’s the other side of the penny; if the government gets to control it, then I see an even darker future for us. It has to be in the hands of the people to keep the government in check,” I answered, my calm voice belying the importance of the words.

“But we can’t let people go around spying on people,” she protested.

“No, I agree. But there’s no way to prevent its misuse, it’s going to be easy enough to build your own, if you can afford it.”

“Oh, that’s creepy, only the rich pervs-.”

“Who’ll have all the most beautiful women in the history of the world to drool over,” I cut in.

“That’s not the way most people will see it, it’ll make everyone paranoid,” she replied.

“I hope to circumvent that by putting tunnels in public places, libraries, civic buildings. In a generation they’ll be ubiquitous, crime won’t exist, capitalism will be tamed and politicians honest,” I said confidently, taking her elbow and turning to walk on.

“All of them are good escort bayan şirinevler selling points, but privacy is going to be a big sticking point,” she replied, walking on with me.

“Well, being a Peeping Tom will still be against the law. The police can use their Tunnels to check up on anybody who’s suspected of misusing one, they won’t have many real crimes to solve,” I answered.

“I can’t imagine a world like that, paranoia making people honest. Everyone mentally looking over their shoulder no matter where they are or what they’re thinking of doing,” she declared with a little shake of the head.

“The kids will soon adapt,” I replied. “It’s the rich and famous who are going to suffer through the change, for those of us who live normal honest boring lives, what are we doing to make us worth watching is the best message I can think of.”

“Huh, tell them they’re lives are worthless, they’re too boring to be spied on?” she retorted, amused.

“Well I’m sure you could dress it up better than that. Or better still, bury it in the small print,” I replied dryly.

We stopped at the end door and Carol knocked.

“Come,” a voice called.

She opened the door and ushered me through, then followed. The whole of the back wall was glass, to our right was a desk and chairs and to our left stood Andy in a small group of easy chairs.

“Professor,” he greeted me. “Come and sit here. I’ve been talking to your Head of Department about your little discovery. You’re setting the worlds of History and Astronomy alight.”

Carol hesitated and I put my hand in the small of her back and urged her forward as I took a step. I guided her in first and took the seat opposite Andy.

“Tea, Coffee?” he asked, as he sat.

“No thanks,” I replied.

“Now, we think it should be used primarily as a research tool-,” he started.

“I beg to differ,” I interrupted. “I think the people have a right to free access. There’s no other way to handle it if we’re going to preserve human rights.”

“Undoubtedly you’ve thought through the consequences of that?” he asked.

“Yes, I was discussing them with Carol just now. This has the potential to make society fair and just. No more war, no more crime, total oversight of our elected and appointed officials and the taming of capitalism. Against that is the loss of privacy, everybody knows everybody else’s business. In a funny way I can see that turning into a bonus for future generations if it banishes prudery,” I replied.

“The people can’t take a culture shock like this; it’ll cause all kinds of chaos. There could even be riots or revolution,” he argued.

“Yes,” I replied bluntly. “It’s going to cause a massive social upheaval; I wish it could be avoided, but we need to get it out there before the powers that be try to suppress it. The loss of privacy is the lesser evil when compared to the loss of our freedom under some totalitarian government. I’d prefer to die as a martyr rather than a slave.”

“You can’t destroy civilisation because you think it’s the right thing to do,” he argued back. “The big picture-“

“The big picture is, this is a turning point in history. For better or worse the discovery has been made, the secret’s out there. The spooks already have a working prototype of their own -“

“How did they get hold of it?” he asked alarmed.

“God only knows, they’ve probably got moles here. I’ve been expecting them to try to take over. That’s why I’d like to get the news out there as soon as practical.”

“That puts a different complexion on things, I thought we still had it contained in the scientific community,” he replied somewhat subdued.

“Well, they’ve got a working model at GCHQ, I’ve seen it. At the moment, they’re using it to track terrorists and good luck to them on that, but it’s the ideal instrument to surveil the population for dissidence. Unless the public has oversight, it’s a recipe for dictatorship.”

“We know, Reg was really annoyed that you’d brought George in on it, it was hard keeping a damper on his enthusiasm. If we could have kept it as a physics phenomenon… But that’s water under the bridge now, we’re going to have to find a plan B,” he said, his brows furrowed.

“Mass publicity and mass production,” I said emphatically. “License the technology as widely as possible and start installing them in public places. I was going to emphasize the benefits in the elimination of crime and war-“

“That’s one option, I hope there are others,” he replied.

“No one’s asking me, but I’d suggest building a couple of dozen models and give them to respected journalists and broadcasters. Programs like News Night, Brass Tacks, Horizon,” Carol chimed in.

“That’s a bit parochial, it would need world coverage, The Times of India, Der Spiegel, The Australian, the New York Times…,” Andy countered.

“Wait up, I don’t think the newspapers are independent enough, the pressure they’d face would be enormous. I’d bahçeşehir escort like to see independent institutions have them, the World Court, the International Tribunal at The Hague,” I said.

“How difficult are they to manufacture?” Andy queried.

“Not very, I used a 3D printer for the plastic parts and wound the coils myself, the CAD people designed and manufactured the plug in board and the students wrote the programs,” I replied.

“So we could make more here on campus,” he replied reflectively.

“Yes, I have four more cores built, if the CAD department can make more PCI cards the rest of the stuff is off the shelf. If you want to build more than that then we’d have to order more magnets, thankfully I used common ones so there should be no trouble with supply.”

“I think I need to talk this over with Professor King, bring him up to speed and see where we go from here,” Andy said, sitting forward in his chair.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Carol, leaning forward.

“I’d like her to start crafting a press release, call it contingency planning. I’d like to launch with a couple of demo devices. Today’s Friday, if we order the parts for the four cores I’ve got we could have them assembled by the end of next week.” I put in.

“Yes, but Carol, not a word to anybody yet,” he replied, then looking back at me. “Go ahead and order what you need for the four, and while you’re at it order enough magnets for a hundred more machines.”

“Willingly, I’ll also order more plastic for the printer.”

“Yes,” he replied a little absentmindedly as he got up.

I glanced over to see Carol rising as I stood. I let her go first and followed on with Andy bringing up the rear. I was intending to go back to the lab and start spending money but Carol stopped me as we got back to reception.

“Professor,” she asked. “Could we go over the pros and cons again?”

“Yes of course,” I replied.

“My office is down here,” she said, indicating the opposite corridor.

We spent ten minutes running through what I saw as the benefits, countering the privacy question with the fact that even if the government controlled it, their privacy would be lost anyway.

Leaving her to make a start, I made my way back to the lab. I was looking forward to meeting up with Sally and seeing what she was up to. On the way into the building, the receptionist called me over.

“Professor.”

“Yes,” I answered, stopping and turning to her.

“Professor Ribble from the English department would like a word with you, she’s phoned twice already this morning,” she informed me.

“Has she left a number?”

“No, if you’ll give me a minute I’ll look it up for you.”

“Thanks,” I replied, walking over to her.

She scribbled it on a Post It note and passed it to me. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” I said, nodding as I took it and stuffed it in my shirt pocket. “I’ll be in my lab if anyone else wants me.”

“Okay,” she replied.

I wondered what she wanted as I walked to the lift, probably time on the Tunnel for some pet project. Sally was glued to the screen when I walked in.

“Hi,” I called as I flicked the door shut.

“Oh hi,” she answered, glancing around. “Come and look at this.”

“What?” I asked walking over.

“The particles in the top layers of ice,” she said excitedly.

“Oh, you mean like meteorites,” I asked.

“Yes, there are plenty of those there but I think there are clusters of organic molecules as well. You see the faint spots of pink and yellow?”

“What! Life?” I asked excitedly.

“No, just the building blocks. It could mean there’s life in the ocean below though. I’d like to see what they look like under a microscope.”

“We’d have to find an exposed bit for that, how numerous are the ones you found?”

“Someone else can sort that out, I want to get my sonar equipment and re-explore the depths,” she replied, turning fully to me.

How’s that going?” I asked.

“I talked to my Professor earlier; they should be on the way in a week,” she replied happily.

“Good, it’ll be nice to get a proper view,” I remarked. “Maybe you’ll get your name in the history book, too.”

“Oh,” she said with a chuckle. “I’ll never be as famous as you.”

“Oh I don’t know,” I replied reflectively. “At least you won’t have people cursing your name.”

“Or end up behind bars if it all goes wrong,” she came back.

“Hmm. Well, I’ll let you carry on; I’ve got some work to do. I have to order enough magnets to make a hundred more cores.

“A hundred!” she repeated.

“Yep, apparently Professor King has been talking to Andy, the guy in charge over in the PR department. They had the idea that we should keep the full implications secret. He didn’t like it when I told him we’d already had a visit from GCHQ. He said he wanted to consider what options are open, but I think he’ll come around to my way of thinking.”

“So, they want to make a hundred as başakşehir escort well?”

“Well that’s what he told me to order, I presume they’ll want me to get a hundred cards made as well, oh and for the four extra cores I’ve got,” I replied, lifting up the globe I was still carrying.

“You want me to talk to Emily?”

“No, I’ll make it an official order through channels. I’ll need to sort out the robot arms as well. I’ve got enough to keep me busy the rest of the morning.”

“Well, I was thinking of asking you to fit the sonar for me,” she said, looking at me hopefully.

“Yes if you want. I’ll just make a phone call while you shut it down,” I replied.

Turning, I walked to the desk and carefully put the core down as I sat. Pulling the note from my pocket, I dialled the number.

“Hello,” a sweetly modulated voice answered.

“Professor Ribble, this is Professor Lutner. You phoned earlier.”

“Oh yes,” she replied a little more excitedly. “I’ve heard that you’ve invented a time viewer.”

“Yes sort of.”

“Could I book time on it? I want to do some research on Shakespeare, it should only take a couple of hours,” she asked.

“Well, we’re still only at the prototype stage…,” I replied.

“That doesn’t matter, I’m looking for his missing quarto,” she cut in.

“Do you have an exact time and place to search?” I asked, starting to take a dislike to her.

“Yes, April 1596, using the Gregorian calendar,” she responded.

“It’ll take you more than a couple of hours to search through a month, we’ll be making more in the coming weeks, and I’ll put you down for a loan of one when that happens.”

“Oh, I was hoping to get some time now for a paper I’m writing,” she replied.

“If you had specific co-ordinates I could spare you an hour or two, I can offer you some video we made of one of his plays,” I suggested.

“Oh which one?” she asked excited again.

“I don’t know, it’s only a short clip and I didn’t understand the language. I could burn you a disc…”

“I’m ready,” Sally called.

“… And send it over,” I answered, turning to look over at a beaming Sally.

“No, I’ll get some-. No! I’ll come over,” she said.

“Fine, give me half an hour because I’m resetting the system,” I cautioned.

“Thank you, thank you” she effused. “Will you have it running then?”

“Yes, but we’re mounting a sonar array so there’ll be nothing much to see.”

“Oh,” she said sounding disappointed.

“Okay then, I’ll expect you over. See you soon.”

“Yes” she replied.

I hung the phone up and crossed over to the cupboard to get the tools and sonar unit. Sally came to join me as I sat next to the arm, watching studiously as I swapped them over.

“That was easy enough,” she remarked.

“It is, as long as you don’t disturb the alignment, you’d have to fully recalibrate then,” I replied, picking up the camera as I stood.

“I’ll try it myself next time,” she said, as she turned back to the computer.

While she rebooted I set the camera up to record the sonar display. After that, I left it to her and returned to my desk to start dealing with my own work. Serendipitously, I opened a drawer, saw the blank DVDs, and interrupted Sally to make the copy for Professor Ribble.

The knock was a timid one. “Come in,” I said, raising my voice.

A young student poked his head around the door. “Professor Lutner?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Professor Ribble sends her regards and to tell you something came up. She sent me to collect the disc,” he stated.

“That’s okay.” Turning to Sally, “Sal, is it done yet?”

“Yes,” she answered, holding up the disc on one of her fingers.

“Thanks,” he said as he walked across to retrieve it.

“You’re welcome,” I replied before turning my attention back to my laptop.

“Thanks again,” he repeated as he crossed back in front of me on his way out.

I gave a nod as I glanced up then turned to return Sally’s smile.

“Are you ready for a break?” Were the next words spoken, when Sally turned to me an hour later.

“Yes” I replied looking over at her. “I’m just emptying my inbox.”

I stood as she walked over. “Just a coffee or something to eat?”

“Oh, let’s walk over to the Union and get a snack,” she replied, waiting for me to walk around my desk.

“Fine,” I replied, offering her my hand.

She had to let go when I locked the door but linked arms when we walked away. It had turned into a blustery day with the dark clouds threatening rain so instead of walking, I steered us toward my car.

“You need a haircut,” she observed, as we climbed into the car. “You don’t want to look like a mad scientist when you address the press conference.”

“Oh, a quick brush over and it looks alright,” I replied, starting the car.

“It would look much nicer if it was styled,” she argued.

“Mm, maybe,” I answered, turning my attention to driving.

She sat quietly as I drove over then teased me further as the wind tousled my hair.

“Wait,” she said, tugging on my arm.

“Huh?”

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her hairbrush. “Bend down,” she ordered.

I leaned forward and let her give my hair a quick brush, straightening when I thought she done enough.

“There, that’s better,” she said brightly.

“Ah ha,” I acknowledged as she put the brush away.

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12 Ianuarius, 496

My Dear Morgana

I am sending my thanks for the small incantation you sent. I hope this bird reaches you before you travel. Mine are not so well trained as your black beauties. I know you intended to remain anonymous, but the raven you sent was quite impertinent, and I could tell he was one of yours. He nipped my finger and drew blood when I took the parchment from his leg. Naughty little thing.

I am honored that you feel this spell is within my reach. I have most of the items needed, I believe, in my stores, except perhaps not the blooming Glory. It doesn’t thrive as well here as it does in your Southern Briton fields. It’s so rocky and bare, here, some days I despair that I will ever be able to keep full stock of many of the more potent herbs I will need to learn and progress in the arts. Perhaps you could bring me some if you ever have an opportunity to visit. I would so like to see you again.

The Lord here has been quite generous, though I doubt his intentions. He lingers often in my tiny tower room, touching my things, getting his greasy fingerprints on my scales. He all but ruined a beautiful bunch of sage I was drying, nervously picked it all to pieces while trying to look down my bodice. I believe he is harmless, and I did not have so many choices of where I could safely practice my craft. His Lady Wife spend much of her time abed and makes great demands of me and the silliest of potions. Maybe one day, when I’ve reached a more experienced level such as yours, more choices will open up to me.

I remain your ardent admirer,

Bronwyn

14 Februarius, 496

Darling Bronwyn

Aren’t you a dear, clever thing? Spying out my note from just the aspect of my bird, why, I even had one of my acolytes write the inscription so that you wouldn’t recognize my handwriting. All this modesty, I’m not sure I believe it.

You letter did reach me before my travels, but only just. I am now arrived at the coast. I have promised my services to Arthur, but I am in ill temper. It was a rough road, and the men he sent to escort me were most vile. There were two that attempted, in a most barbarous manner, to gain knowledge of of one of my maids, quiet against her wishes. I had to deal with them most severely, and it was inconvenient and messy. They call themselves honorable knights, but they are no better than the Saxons or the Picts in their bloodlust. I would not be here at all if Merlin himself had not requested it.

Keep an eye on that Lord of yours, my pretty little Bronwyn. Men like him, most men, truth be told, will look at a woman such as yourself — fair, beautiful, petite — as someone weak willed and easily preyed upon. They will assume either an immaturity or insecurity of the mind, or a lack of bodily strength, and they will push their advantage at the first opportunity. Be on your guard with him, I pray you.

I cannot bear to think of a young woman with your natural talent going without in any way. My influence is far reaching, even all the way to your windswept rocky North. I have eyes and ears in the most unlikeliest of places, I assure you. I will see to it that your cabinets and drying racks are full, you will have one of every bottle and vial that I have, myself.

My pretty little bird was much naughtier than you may suspect. You will see what I mean soon. Keep your eye toward the heavens, and the next full moon.

Yours quite sincerely,

Morgana

30 Martius, 496

My Dearest Morgana,

My heart feels like to burst from my chest, and my hands are shaking as I write you these words. I suspect you know the reason. That sleek raven of yours was much, much naughtier than I would have ever expected, you were right about that. Did he take a few strands of my hair as well as a nip of my blood? Did he hold those few drops in his beak all the way back to you? Your birds are much better than mine, you must teach me how you train them to do these things.

I am not such a novice as to think the moon dream I had last night was merely a reflection of my own desires. I suppose maybe it is rather plain how I feel about you, as much as I try to hide it in cordial correspondence. But how could I have ever thought I could keep secrets from you, the magnificent Morgana le Fay? In the dream you demanded that upon waking I must write to you what I dreamt. I am not going to chance that it was a figment of my unconscious mind, I truly believe you sent me this dream, either by means of a spell, or through projected DreamWaking. Please know that my face and bosom flush and I am filled with a swelling of emotion that I have never felt before, just in remembering my visions of last night.

At first, I thought I had just woken from sleep. The moon shone in fullness, it’s white light illuminating my little tower room. In my bedclothes I went to look out the small window, and when I turned, you were there behind me, but Morgana, you were so tall, it seemed you filled up the room with your presence, and though escort bayan bahçelievler the details start to fade, even now, I could swear you had wings like an angel sprouting from you back. Or, if I may be so bold I will say, if you come by “Fay” naturally, as some swear you do, perhaps the wings are always there, just unseen to a novice like me, and not heaven sent at all.

You said not a word, your DreamWaking self, but just stared at me, and it gave me such a delicious shiver throughout my body. Something glinted in your hand, and I saw it was your shaped-edged, seax, that deadly blade I commented on when first we met, and you told me you had taken it directly from a dead Saxon invader’s hand.

Before I could take a breath the blade was at my throat, and I wanted to scream in terror, but couldn’t, and that’s when I knew I was dreaming, or that we both were, you were too real to be just the misty stuff of a typical nightly vision. With a swift downward stroke your seax cut through my thin bedclothes, they dropped soundlessly to the floor, and I stood there before you, nude and shivering.

I blinked and felt your warm hands on my shoulders, your blade now abandoned on my wooden apothecary table. I felt a rush of heat spread from your hands to my breasts down to my belly, and pool between my legs. I felt liquid on the inside, malleable, pliant.

Oh, Morgana! How can I even describe what I experienced next! Especially when I am so sure that you know exactly what transpired. Why do you wish to torture me by making me relate it back to you?

I blinked again and was on my narrow mattress, breast heaving, breathless, and you over me, hovering, weightless, your beautiful wings making a canopy above us. The shivering continued to wrack my body, but now it wasn’t because of the cold, it was because of your intent gaze, and your mouth, so close to me I could feel your breath on my face. How could I resist those rose colored lips? I reached up and wrapped my arms around your neck, brought your body down closer to me. I pressed my mouth against yours in a kiss so exquisite I can still feel it now, upon my lips. Your fingers traced trails of pleasure down my sides and up again, circled my tightening nipples, danced down the front of me, buried themselves in the downy hair between my legs.

Oh great mother! As the moon looks down upon me! I’ve never known such pleasure. I’ve lain with men, willingly and not, I’ve no need for false claims of honor in your eyes. But even when it was willing, there was never such softness, such keen focus on the responses of my body, my desires, my needs. Absent were the rough hands, harsh words, jabbing penetration, ready or no. In your arms, Morgana, I was transported, your arms were the Mother’s arms, your kisses the sweet Maiden’s breath, and with the wisdom of the crone you knew exactly where to touch me. When I wrapped my arms around your waist, and you dipped your fingers into the hot, wet center of me, I melted into you and became yours.

There, I’ve done it. My face is burning with remembered desire. But you demanded I recount this moon dream to you and I obey.

I must be as impertinent as a certain black raven and tell you this. Count yourself lucky I lack the recipe for such a spell, or the talent for DreamWaking. If I carried such skill within me, I would haunt your dreams every night, Morgan le Fay.

Yours in body and spirit,

Bronwyn

30 Aprilis, 496

Bronwyn my sweet,

I was awaiting your raven after the last full moon, and had quite despaired of ever receiving it. The poor thing must have gotten lost along the way, I’ve been moving around so much, following Merlin who is following Arthur. It’s all quite tedious. I feel there is no rock in all of Briton that has not felt my sweet bottom sit upon it. Next time, dear Bronwyn, you must fortify your casting spell, help your bird find me more quickly. I’ve written some instructions on the back of this parchment, and I trust you spied the small vial of dirt attached to my raven’s other leg.

Darling, darling, it was no spell that brought us together last full moon. It was indeed DreamWaking, a skill it has taken me years and much sacrifice to master. It is a skill you could learn as well, Bronwyn, under my watchful eye and careful tutelage. There is more to our sorcery than the powers of healing and simple location and future telling spells. I sense in you a great welling of natural power, such immense potential. It draws me to you like moth to flame, it sparks in me an attraction that I rarely feel without there being some distasteful ulterior motives, on my part or that of my lovers.

Your message has brought me such sweet distraction, my precious Bronwyn. Your enthusiasm and passion, in our dream and in your words, are a balm to me in these trying times. I’ve worked so hard to convince Merlin to take me on as his prime acolyte. He has power that I crave, and I would learn escort bayan kayaşehir everything I can from him. But he is so consumed with the dolt Arthur. Quick of sword and a keen strategic mind, I suppose, but outside the pursuits of war he has a completely empty head. I swear to you he couldn’t refasten his trousers after taking a piss without Merlin thinking the thought for him. They are calling him Arthur the Invincible, now. War leader of twelve battles and not a scratch on him. They think he is special, that he can’t be killed. But he’s not. He’s just a man. I don’t know what game Merlin is playing, but I will find out, and I will benefit from it. And so you will, too. If I can get past those repellant roundtable Knights and his harpy wife, the fair Guinevere. She has poison running through her veins, does Guinevere. She looks at me with such hatred, because I know her deepest secrets and she can’t bear it . She once spat the words “dirty fairy!” at me during a banquet. Mother moon save me! I almost laughed in her face. Of all the “dirty” names I could rightfully call her, Fay is not one of them.

I dream of your soft undulating hips beneath my knowing hands. I remember the taste of your sweet lips on mine. If it weren’t for the anticipation of your messages, and knowing that before long I will make you mine in more than a waking Dream, I might consider throwing myself into the sea.

May the mother protect you,

Morgana

29 Maius, 496

Oh, Morgana! I am in such distress, I hardly know what to write. Or if I should write at all, for what can you do, now that the horrible deed is past. I don’t even know when my raven will reach you. I’ve put all my power into the new incantation you sent, the poor bird is hopping like mad to find you and I haven’t even set this scroll to his leg.

It was horrible, Morgana, and I was powerless to stop him. My fat, stinking Lord, rendered all but insentient with the drink, falling on top of me in my tiny room, ripping my gown, his horrible greasy fingers, his breath like rotted meat. Thank the moon and mother that the mead rendered his tiny pecker useless, but his nasty fingers left me bruised and bleeding.

Of course I’ve had to endure unwelcome and often rough advances of drunken men who think everything in their path is theirs to take, but this was different. I depend on this awful little man for my livelihood. This is my home, desperate as it is, and I’ve got no where else to go. I dared not use even the most cunning of spells on him. But now that he has gotten up the nerve to abuse me as he wants, what will stop him in the future? What recourse is available to me? There is no one here would would stand for me. No one to whom my honor is sacred.

I thought, in one dark desperate moment, of you, my beautiful Morgana. I wished you would come and spirit me away to your fabled Island of Apples, or that I could run away to you, but I don’t know where you are. Or how I would get to you. Alas, I am no enchanted raven, just a sobbing, foolish novice healer, and I am stuck here in my meager little tower.

Bronwyn

11 Iunius, 496

My dearest Bronwyn,

Please do not fret. You are as precious to me as the mists of Avalon. You, Bronwyn, your body and spirit, not some ridiculous notion of your honor. Take heart, for I am no dim-witted man, quick to anger and seek red hot revenge. No, my vengeance on your behalf will be the ice cold blue of your Northern frozen shores. It will be patient, it will be thorough and it will be painful. This I swear to you. When I said to you that my influence runs far and wide, I did not exaggerate. I have all manner of terrible friends at my beck and call. I have the eyes of the invisible, the ears of the unseen, the teeth and claws of beasts more horrifying than you could ever imagine, and they are all desperate to do my bidding. Even now, they seek to carry out my demands. Avoid your so-called Lord as best you can until I have avenged this most grievous assault upon your sacred flesh. He will never see it coming, but you will know when it is done. This I swear to you, Bronwyn. Upon my life, and yours, the moon mother above and the earth mother under my feet. Hear me now, it will be done.

20 Quintilis, 496

Morgana my love,

I am still reeling from the shock. When I read your words of cold-served revenge, I could not imagine what you might do. I half thought your message was one of just words, that your rage on my behalf was meant only to bolster my confidence, to show me support from wherever you are.

I see now that was foolish.

I received the package even before his lady wife got word he was dead. A hunting incident, or some such, mauled by wolves, or maybe Picts, it matters little to me. I’ve felt nothing but cold on the inside since he attacked me, so cold, Morgana. Every day I could feel his eyes on me, every day my muscles felt achingly tense, not knowing when enough drink would escort türbanlı bolster his nerve once again.I imagined what he would do if I fought back. By spell or steel, it would be my end, I was sure, I would either be killed or sent out, which would amount to the same thing.

And then I received the mysterious package, wrapped in linen and stamped with your sigil. What could it mean, I wondered? Something for my stores? Something special to boost my spirits?

It was a bone. It was the right arm bone of my cowardly Lord, helpfully identified to me by the sigil ring included in the package. A bone, boiled clean and sanded smooth. But you know that, don’t you?

I confess I sat on my mattress and held the bone in my lap, not a thought in my head about what I should do next. Or how I should feel. I turned the smooth bone over and over in my hand, noticing how the shoulder joint was larger than the one of the elbow, though both had been made quite round and smooth, by what means I do not know.

Then it overcame me, Morgana. Such rage! At first I tried to break the bone in half with my bare hands, but of course I could not do so. Then I laughed. Such a mirthless sound bubbled up from within me, and I felt again his greasy fingers on my skin, savaging my most delicate parts. I felt the trickle of blood running down my thighs.

Then I thought of you, Morgana. I thought of the moon dream we shared, and the feel of your delicate hands on me, your long tapered fingers stroking between my nether lips, opening me slowly like a precious flower, searching only for my pleasure. I remembered how my hips had pushed up towards you, as if of their own accord. I once again felt that I would rather die than never see you again, never feel your arms wrapped around me, never smell the spicy aroma of your skin.

My mind and my body became so aroused with longing and desire. And still the bitterness and anger lurked under the surface. My face is suffused with hot blood as I write this to you, my beautiful Morgana.

I grasped the hated bone and ran it up under my skirts. I pushed the smaller round joint against my sex, pushed until I felt the joint enter me, and I moaned aloud at the sensation. I felt the rush of heat and wet as my carnal desire grew. I leaned myself back on my bed rushes and spread my bare legs. I thought about how my pathetic Lord had never penetrated me with his man sex. I laughed out loud that the only bone he would put to me was the dead one in my hand. I laughed so loudly Morgana, and it was such a frightening sound, but the laughter soon turned to gasps and panting breaths as I thrust the arm bone further inside me, in and out, vigorously, until the juices of my swollen sex ran down its length and covered my hand. All I could think of was you, Morgana, your dark hair, your bright eyes, your power … and when I reached the dizzying heights of climax, I screamed your name.

I’m breathless even now, as I write this to you. Words can not thank you enough for what you have done for me. My timid Lady depends on me more than ever, for her draughts and potions, to minister to the children. I am safe here. More so than ever.

I am entirely and willingly in your debt.

Bronwyn

2 Sextilis, 496

Dearest Morgana,

I know I only just sent my best raven to you with my last message, but I had to write to you again, and relate to you the interesting happenings here at the keep.

Arthur is here! I was staring moodily out of my tower window, and saw his banner approach. At first I was filled with such joy, thinking you would be with him, and dreaming about how I could run away with you. But alas, it was just Arthur, his lady wife, and a handful of knights. No Merlin, no beautiful Morgana. I was quite sad, but the thought of a welcoming banquet boosted my spirits a bit.

I crept around the keep, before the banquet, and tried to ascertain why Arthur was here. It had something to do with the savage Picts to the further North of us, but whether to attack them or befriend them, I could not discover. There was much talk of Arthur’s defeat of the Saxons at Mount Badon, but such glories bore me.

You were right about Guinevere! She is beautiful, but bitter. She never smiles. She turned her nose up at our every aspect, from the food and drink to the gowns of the ladies sent to assist her. Calling her a harpy seems an insult to the harpy, ask you me. She looked like she had swallowed the head of an arrow when I told her that you and I were acquainted, and that I sincerely desired to become your acolyte before too long.

I had no interaction with Arthur beyond the formal introduction, but during the banquet the knights who accompanied him were quite attentive. Especially the one called Lancelot. I took it as no real interest, beyond my age and looks and my knowledge of the base level of magic that most people clamor for. I could not even count the requests for a reliable love potion.

But this Lancelot, he was nothing but respectful, but he held both my eye and my hand a little too long. He kissed my hand and called me a temptress. On my way back up to the tower, he followed me unsteadily, put his hands on my waist and kissed my cheek. He murmured something in my ear that I could not understand. It was all harmless flirtation, he seems a truly honorable knight and I did not feel in danger from him.

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My good friend Lilah had just passed away, she was twenty-two. She was a co-worker and friend. She was cute and had long black hair and these really cute freckles. Everyone at work was just all stricken up about it. I was working at a Homegoods while trying to land a job in the field I went to college for at the age of twenty-four. Lilah and I got along really well. There was this closet by the rugs where some things were kept and on slow nights we would just hang out in there and talk, hoping time would go by faster. I came to look forward to these talks. I would always check the schedule and would be happy anytime we would be there together. Eventually, I realized that I was in love with her. Despite that, I was too scared of rejection to ever say anything. I was wondering if maybe she had caught feelings for me as well when the accident happened. I wasn’t there, but one of the arms that a rug was hanging on broke. It fell on her and apparently killed her instantly. I was heartbroken, but I tried to hang in there.

As the months went on strange occurrences started happening in the store. Lights flickered far more often than usual. The automatic doors would open with no one there. People started making jokes about Lilah haunting the building, but when it got worse, and people started to claim to have seen things fly off shelves, we really started to believe the store was haunted. After that the strange occurrences stopped. A month had gone by and we all laughed about how silly it was that we ever thought the store was haunted.

I was working a night shift with a few other co-workers. It was pretty late and customers had stopped coming in. I went to the closet to just be alone. I was just standing in there with my back against a wall when I heard a knock on the door. It was strange, no one ever knocked, they usually just barged in. The only person to ever knock was Lilah. I went to the door and opened it.

Standing there was Brielle. She was three years younger than me. Her hair was brunette and she was very pretty. We got along well enough as co-workers do, but nothing more than that.

“Did you need something?” I asked her.

“Can I come in?” she asks back.

“Sure,” I say, weirded out.

She walks in and closes the door behind her. She looks nervous. She begins to say something, but stops herself. She does this a few times as if trying to find just the right words. Eventually, she just blurts out, “It’s me, Lilah.”

“What?” is all I manage to say, confused.

“I’m possessing Brielle, but it’s really me inside,” she says.

Annoyed, I say, “This isn’t funny, Brielle. You know Lilah and I were good friends. This is a very mean prank.”

“No, I really am Lilah,” she says, “And I can prove it.”

Skeptical, I say, “Yeah? Okay then. Prove it.”

“One night we were in here, passing the time as usual. We had started daring each other to say increasingly embarrassing secrets. The most embarrassing secret you told me was that back in high school one morning you woke up late. You had no clean clothes so you rushed to your dryer and quickly put on whatever you got your hands on. At school you later realized you were wearing a pair of your sister’s panties,” she says.

“I never told that to anyone,” I say, “Except for Lilah.” I look at Brielle, “It really is you Lilah?”

“Yes it’s really me,” she says.

“Lilah,” I say and hug her as I start to cry, “I really missed you.”

She hugs me back, “I was right here, but you couldn’t see me.”

We just hold each other for a moment and then we disembrace and just stand together in the closet.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and say, “So what did you mean when you said I couldn’t see you?”

“After the accident I was just sort of floating here, but no one could see me or hear me. At some point I figured out how to move, but still couldn’t interact with anything or anyone, I would just go right through everything. I tried leaving the store, but it’s like there’s an invisible barrier covering the whole place. After some more time I realized if I concentrated I could manifest myself a bit. I was still invisible, but I could touch things if I wanted to. The doors at the front reacted to my presence and I moved things on the shelves, little stuff like that. The more I did this the more I could do and realized I could affect the lights around me. I started hearing that people thought I was haunting the place, but I wanted to keep my presence a secret so I stopped,” she says.

“But what about this?” I say pointing at her body.

“Well one day I was floating around and passed through some random woman like normal, but for a second I could see the world through her eyes and hear it through her ears. I tested this a few more times and realized I could possess people. At first I could only control them for a few seconds, then a few minutes and the more I did it the longer I could do it for and now it seems I can possess them indefinitely,” she says.

“Well, I’m glad to talk to you again,” escort elit I say.

“Me too,” she says and she leans in towards me.

“What are you doin-?” I try to say, but I get cut off as she begins to kiss me. I can’t help myself and I kiss her back. She pulls away and I say, “What was that about?”

“When I was alive I thought that maybe you liked me, but you never did anything. Now’s your chance,” she says.

I look at her, at Brielle, and say, “This is wrong. That isn’t your body.”

She looks back at me and says, “I suppose you’re right,” she turns her head away again and I can hear her faintly sob as she says, “It’s just, I had never been with a man. I died a virgin.”

“Really?” I ask. I’m kind of surprised since she was such an attractive woman.

“Yes,” she says and turns back to me, I can see the tears flowing down her face, “I know this is wrong of me to ask, but would you take my virginity?”

“But that’s Brielle’s body,” I say.

“I know, but this is the only way,” she says, “Please, Shane, you’re the only one I can ask. What if I disappear tomorrow?”

I start to feel guilty. Brielle is an attractive woman after all, “Fine,” I say.

She goes to hug me and says, “Thank you,” and her crying stops.

She looks up at me and we begin to kiss. I grope one of her breasts through her shirt as I feel her undo my pants. I start to undo hers as she slides my pants down. I feel her hand grab my five inch dick and she starts to stroke it as it becomes hard. I slide her pants down and work a finger inside her pussy. She moans a little at this. She continues to stroke my member as I slip a second finger inside her. I’m rock hard now and I remove my fingers which are now soaked with her juices. I position my dick and then enter her. As I thrust into her I feel her thrust towards me as I hear her moan. I start to feel myself ready to cum and with a final thrust I cum inside her as she orgasms. Her hand is over her mouth to muffle the sound.

I pull out and start to freak out. I immediately feel guilty and say, “Oh, fuck. I just fucked Brielle without a condom. What if she gets pregnant?”

I look over at Lilah who looks calm and satisfied who says, “Relax, Shane. It’s probably fine. Look, I can watch her and see if she shows any signs.”

“I guess that’s the best I can ask for,” I say, “Thanks.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she says, “It was my selfish request after all.”

We both start to put our pants back on.

“It’s getting close to closing, we better go back on the floor,” I say.

“You’re right,” she says. She starts to go out the door and I hear her say, “Next time bring condoms.”

“Next time?!” I ask, but the door is closed.

I follow her out the door and grab her arm and repeat myself, “Next time?”

Brielle looks at me and says, “Next time what. Why are you grabbing my arm? You’re being a little too familiar.”

“Oh, sorry, never mind,” I say and walk away.

At my next closing shift a twenty-two year old woman named Jade enters the closet. She has almond skin, and dark brown hair and is very pretty.

“Hello Lilah,” I say.

“Guessed it was me huh,” she says.

“No one but us comes to this closet,” I say.

“RIght,” she says and she comes closer and starts to kiss me. I kiss back.

“They are probably going to call Jade up front soon, so how about a quick blowjob?” she says.

“Um, okay,” I say. I feel a little guilty as I watch her get down on her knees. I don’t have to worry about getting her pregnant at least.

As she lowers my pants the thought of what’s to come gets me hard.

She looks up at me and says, “Not going to resist this time?”

“Well I’d feel bad. You died and it feels rude to not let you do what you want,” I say, “Besides, we’re not really hurting anyone,” I say, but I know that justification is hollow.

Lilah doesn’t seem to mind though and says, “You’re absolutely right,” and she begins to suck on my dick. I get lost in the sensations and after a bit I cum in her mouth. She swallows all of it.

“Thanks,” she says, “Bye and see you next time.”

Later that night I overhear Jade telling another female employee that she’s had a weird taste in her mouth all night. I feel a little guilty and walk away.

On a different shift this eighteen year old high school girl named Emily who is very cute with black hair with red highlights who wears glasses enters the closet.

As she enters she says, “It’s really weird possessing someone with glasses. In my actual body I had perfect vision so this is new for me,” she takes off the glasses, “Everything’s blurry it’s so different.” She puts them back on. She turns around and sticks her ass out to me, “And this ass is just to die for. I was always a bit envious of girls with bigger butts and Emily’s is the one I was most jealous of.”

I look at her ass and can’t help but agree. Of all the female employees Emily had the absolute greatest escort moldov ass. I nod my head approvingly at her.

“So,” she starts to say, “Have you ever done anal before?”

“Actually, no,” I say.

She starts to lower her pants and wiggles her butt at me as she bends over and says, “Now would be a good time to try. I’ve never done it either.”

I lower my pants and take my already hard cock and press it to her anus and start to enter her. It feels tighter than a pussy, but good all the same. As I fuck her she starts to moan out and soon enough I cum in her. Afterwards we put our pants back on and she leaves. I notice Emily walking a little weirdly later that day and can’t help but feel a little guilty.

As time goes on we fuck more and more together. It’s kind of weird because before we talked a lot and now we never do. Lilah just comes in and we do some kind of fucking. One time she possessed this cute blonde name Madison and had me eat her out. There was this other Brunette, Sarah and I fucked her. I always brought condoms with me now so we didn’t have to worry. Luckily I didn’t knock up Brielle. At one point she even possessed this smoking hot older woman, a red head, who was just a customer. She blew me in the closet before sending her back to whatever shopping she had come there to do. Two months came and went and during that time I fucked every hot female employee several times in several ways. That red head wasn’t the last customer and I fucked several more women who had just come to the store to shop. I had long stopped feeling guilty about it. It was easy to put it in my head that it was Lilah I was fucking which, in my mind, made it okay.

One night she came into the closet as Brielle. It was generally still easier for her to take an employee over a customer and the one she seemed to prefer the most was Brielle. Right after she entered we were making out as usual. We quickly got out of our pants and begin to fuck. Something strange started to happen though. As I fucked her it felt like it was getting harder to fully stick my dick in her pussy. As we continued it felt like my cock wasn’t entering her at all and almost felt like we both just had two mounds we were bashing together, but then I started to feel something enter into me. The feeling was at my groin and I continued to feel it go further and further inside of me until with a final thrust Lilah and I orgasmed hard as I felt her dick cum inside me. We both watched as she pulled her dick out of my pussy.

I looked at her in horror and said, “Why do I have a vagina? Why do you have a dick? What happened?!”

She was still looking down at her dick, which was becoming flaccid, and then she looked at my pussy, “I’m sorry. I was really enjoying it when I looked at you and wondered what you must be feeling and then thought how you would react to what I was feeling. I kind of felt like I entered you, my ghost body that is, and before I knew it we both started to change. The feeling was too good and I couldn’t stop myself.”

Unfortunately, I couldn’t disagree. My first ever female orgasm had been incredible.

“But you can change us back, right?” I ask.

“I think so,” she says and she closes her eyes and begins to concentrate. As she does I watch as the penis and testicles she had start to shrink and go back inside her as her vagina reforms and she is once again fully woman. She opens her eyes and looks down at herself, “I did it!”

“Great, now do me,” I say.

She looks at me, at my vagina and then says, “I’m not sure how to.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“When we were fucking I think I managed to possess both you and Brielle at the same time. I’m not really sure how to do it again,” she says.

“So I’m stuck like this,” I say.

“No,” she says, “I just need to train with these new powers. Originally, I could only possess people for a short time, but I can do it forever now. I assume it’s the same for possessing two people at once. I just have to practice and eventually I should be able to do it easily. The same for changing genitals.”

“How long will that be?” I ask.

“It will probably take a few weeks,” she says.

“A few weeks?!” I say.

“Calm down,” she says, “If you think about it, I bet you could get your dick back even sooner. I can’t leave the store so if you do you’ll probably go back to normal.”

“Okay, great,” I say.

She puts her finger to her head and says, “I guess since I’m not used to it you still were in control of your body. Once I master this power I’ll probably be able to always leave you in control of your body, I’ll just be able to modify it if I want.”

“Okay,” I say and reach for my boxers, but she grabs them before I can and holds them behind her back. She then reaches for Brielle’s panties on the ground and hands them to me.

“You want me to wear these?” I ask.

“Yeah!” she says, “Your new parts won’t feel comfortable in your regular underwear. Besides, escort vip when will you ever get a chance like this?”

“You won’t give me my boxers back until I do, will you?” I ask.

“Nope,” and she smiles at me.

I look at the panties in my hands. They’re a bright yellow color and feel nice and soft. I slowly pull them up and they fit snugly covering my new lady bits.

Lilah just looks at me and lets out a snort. I glare at her, but she just laughs more.

I put my pants back on and Lilah put Brielles pants back on.

“Brielle will just have to go commando for the rest of the night. She’ll probably just assume she forgot to put on underwear,” she says and exits the closet.

The rest of the night is boring and uneventful, but every now and then I remember my predicament and get a bit embarrassed.

Once home I need to pee and go to the bathroom. At first I’m standing before I realize I’ll need to sit. So I sit down and try to relax myself so pee can actually come out. As I pull my pants back up, still wearing the panties, I hope my dick comes back soon.

I wake up the next morning and check and find that my penis has returned, but it’s a lot smaller than before. Hopefully, it will continue to grow back to its regular size. I was still pretty annoyed with Lilah so the next time I had a shift I called out and I called out the next one too and ultimately I didn’t go back to work for a full week. By that time my dick had returned to normal and I knew I would get in trouble if I kept calling out so I reluctantly went back into work.

At first as the hours went by Lilah didn’t make her presence known, but eventually as I waited, trying to kill time in the closet, a woman I didn’t recognize came into the closet.

“Hi, Shane,” she says.

“Hello, Lilah,”I say.

“I was afraid that you were mad at me and that you wouldn’t come back,” she says.

“I was, but given some time I’ve cooled down a bit, and I also don’t want to lose my job,” I say.

“So you forgive me?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say and she leans forward and begins to kiss me. This customer she possessed was beautiful with brown hair and these amazing DD cup breasts. I start to knead them through her shirt.

She leans back and says, “You like these breasts huh?”

“I sure do,” I say and start to go for them again, but she swats my hand away. She takes her top off and then removes the woman’s bra. She lets these great tits just sway there. While I watch them as they sway almost hypnotically she says, “Take your shirt off.”

I do so and then almost immediately start to feel a weird sensation from my chest. I look down as my chest starts to expand until I’m looking down at my own set of DD breasts.

“LIlah!” I say, “What the hell?”

“Well I thought if you liked them so much that you should have a pair of your own,” she says.

“I thought you weren’t going to do this again,” I say.

“I never said that and besides, you seemed to enjoy yourself last time,” she says.

I have nothing to say to that and just stand there as I feel my new breasts jiggle. I watch as she takes off the rest of her clothes revealing that she once again gave herself a penis.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I have already mastered these new powers. I am possessing you right now. It is very easy for me to mold your body anyway I see fit,” she says and points down at my crotch. I quickly lower my pants and feel for my dick only to find emptiness and a vagina in its place once again.

I look back up at her and she throws the bra and panties the woman had been wearing.

“You’ve never worn a bra before and those big girls could really use the support,” she says pointing at my new breasts.

Knowing that she’s my only way back to normal I take the matching pair of red panties and bra and put the panties on. I struggle with the bra for a bit before Lilah reaches over and helps me.

She looks me up and down after, I can only imagine how strange I must look, with my manly arms and legs and head, but these extremely feminine garments covering my extremely feminine sexual characteristics.

She gets closer to me and says, “Let me put my dick in between those great big breasts of yours.”

I kneel and I take her dick and put it between my new tits. The bra kind of gets in the way, but my new tits are so big that it doesn’t really matter. I begin to rub her dick in between my boobs until soon enough she starts to cum and it shoots up and sprays all over my face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize what was going to happen,” she says.

I feel the cum slowly drip down my face and feel it on my lips and can’t help myself as I instinctively go to lick it. It has a salty, bitter taste. Lilah grabs some towels nearby, luckily we are in a supply closet. She begins to wipe all the cum off my face. I start to feel my breasts shrink until I’m flat chested once again. I take the bra off and hand it back to her as she throws the cum filled paper towels in a trash can.

“Once again I’m sorry, I just got lost in it and didn’t think about the consequences,” she says.

I knew that feeling and say, “It’s fine, just don’t do it again,” I look down at the panties, “You’re not gonna give me my dick back are you?”

She hands me my pants, smiles, and once again says, “Nope.”

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Nearing home base Cam and Malcolm spotted the warzone activity in the distance. Arming up with their weapons they began sprinting. Malcolm however was lagging behind as if his blood sugar was running low. His entire body began to ache. Muscles enflamed. Joints grinding with each movement.

“You gonna faint on me Buddy?” Cam realized his partners slowing pace.

“I’m hurting. Keep going I’ll catch up. Help them however you can.” The black man encouraged.

“They weren’t kidding. That things a bus for sure.” As Cam huffed he spotted the smaller lizard racing across the desert in a huff of dust just to their right.

“There’s another one. Short Bus.” Cam joked glad that it was hightailing it away.

Mal was even having difficulty breathing. His sight blurring. Presuming hunger, he indulged upon his ever growing fruit from his nap sack. The bites did help his body feel better for short periods. Enough to keep him moving. With each foot fall he felt more energetic. Maybe he thought, that was all it was. Low blood sugar.

Tenth of a mile away Jack Ramse ordered everyone back. It was time to try the grenades. Circling around Sophia who squatted in the sand while rising from her fall, Jack hissed, “Get back up there. Let’s try this again. Jaws wide, grenades as the appetizer.”

Ruby Goddard continued firing at the beast. Her hopes of at least blinding it were dashed. Even it’s eyeballs were bulletproof.

As Sophia charged back into battle Jack motioned Ruby to move out. She began stepping backwards when she noticed James Ian crouching in the dirt to collect his fallen drone. Loading it carefully while wearing gloves he placed it in his pack.

“James, move. Head for the ship where it’s safe.” Ruby races up to him.

He turns quickly and feels Ruby clutch his arm.

“I just needed to rescue D.R.1.”

“All good. Now go!” Ruby is joined by Xander who had been darting about barking.

The three race away toward the Ganthorian ship leaving Jack, Sophia, and the continually phasing Maddy to battle the giant lizard.

“Keep him confused Mom.” Sophia barks.

Maddy literally hovers in front of the Komodo dragon’s face, “What do you think I’ve been trying to do?”

The dragon snaps at her form only to bite open air. In it’s dramatic hunger Sophia makes her way in to grip the beast’s jaws. It’s strength was incredible. Even Sophia with her amped up physique could barely hold on.

Suddenly, Jack heard a rumble from the other side of the yacht. Just as he prepared to toss a grenade the once penned up cattle roared around the boat. Greta Winston had herded three of her cows out into the desert and was using them as bait.

Jack upon seeing Greta on horseback darting about with Quiver and firing her Winchester into the air, called out.

“What are you doing?” He knew at least a cow or two might be sacrificed by her plan.

“Luring him away. What other choices do we have?” Greta huffs back forcing Quiver into another direction.

Seeing the cows the dragon shrugged off Sophia yet again as if a fly on it’s skin. In a sudden momentum the monster crushed its way off of the boat to give chase. Hitting the ground rustled up a dust cloud.

It was nothing for the serpent to capture a cow and devour it whole. The sight made Greta shed a tear. What it did do though, was slow the creature down while savoring the still moving cow as he swallowed it.

“Fuck!” escort bayan beykent Jack growled as Maddy flew past him to attempt another distraction.

“Mom is useless.” Sophia joins Jack for her next assault.

Jack growls at Sophia, “She’s trying. Give her some credit.”

“I am. Just saying.” Sophia pouted.

In the chaos the dragon faltered as if trying to decide it’s next move. Feed on another cow or escape? In it’s hesitance Jack decided to lob a grenade under it’s throat area. The blast did nothing but create a denser cloud of dust.

Sophia did do something useful, she jumped in front of Jack in case shrapnel spat in his direction. Jack did feel shards whiz past him. Luckily she sheltered him. The fragments that struck Sophia were easily absorbed without harm to Sophia herself.

“Tasty!” She giggles then moves away from Jack.

He wanted to know his own skins density, “I knew the risk. But, thanks.”

“Anytime Jack. You know I loves you.” She winks over her shoulder.

The lizard continued chewing the dying cow within its jaws. Small chunks fell from it’s mouth to the ground. It was good that Jack had a strong constitution. Sophia not so much. Even with her new organic structure the thoughts alone challenged her senses. This was something personal. This was a friends property.

Greta hated her own plan. These cows were her only connection to her past life. Losing another only made her hate her life more. Seeing the sacrificed cow she decided to turn the remaining two back toward the ship. In doing so the dragon was prompted to pursue her. To increase her stress it decided to go invisible once more. Only it’s foot falls in the soil allowed them to keep track of it.

“This is a losing battle Jack.” Madigan suspended in the air beside him.

He wondered if she was right.

In a bold move Jack raced toward the tracks and jumped on to it’s back. It was liking riding a bucking Bronco. Even invisible it had enough thick scales to find a grip. Jack was nothing more than a nuisance. Even he knew it.

Ruby assisted Greta in nudging the two remaining cows back into the statically charged pen. Once she knew the cows were guarded Greta reversed her horse to charge toward the lizard. Veering away at the last second forced the lizard to give chase. Directly into the path of the oncoming Cameron and Malcolm.

Cameron realized the beast was headed in his direction after spotting Jack bouncing about in what looked like empty air. It was weird to witness for certain. Even stranger when Sophia charged in to join Jack’s ride. Nothing hotter than a naked woman on a bucking bull. So to speak. Cameron’s thoughts quickly changed when he realized he was directly in it’s path and closing fast. He was afraid to fire upon it for fear of hitting Jack or the careening Greta.

As Greta sachets in front of the Komodo her horse Quiver gets too close and panics. It rears up and unintentionally throws Greta to the desert below. The impact left her winded and sore. Also directly in front of the dragon. She could feels it’s breath and a spray of nasal residue. The odor of dead cow on it’s breath.

Sophia forced her way bravely toward it’s head and attempted to gouge at what she presumed was it’s eyes. It was barely enough to make it slow down. Luckily it needed to finish swallowing the cow before eating more. Terrified Greta escort özbek merely paused in her seat, her hand poised out in front of her as if to stop it. As if she could. In doing so she felt another gust of nasal snorting which drenched her from head to toe. She looked like a drowned rat wearing a cowboy hat.

Cameron raced in to pick her up causing her to yelp. But, the beasts breath proved to both of them that it’s face was inches away. Cam too felt helpless. Even the excessive cries from Jack to run were hollow to their fear.

Jack suddenly spotted Malcolm running toward them. He seemed bigger.

Sophia realized Malcolm’s charge as well. His clothing was shredding from his body as if it were ripped away by an unseen force. Her eyes grew wide. Even in her predicament she had to huff, “Whoa! Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

Like a bull charging toward the invisible dragon Malcolm Brand was growing taller with each footfall. On his chiseled body were glowing tattoos. Strange spirals as if runes from some unknown civilization.

At twenty yards the dragon reacts. It shrugged Jack and Sophia off as it turned to embrace battle. Both of them toppled to the ground. Jack rolled directly on top of Sophia in a very compromising position. He could feel her cells burning gently at his flesh. His shirt was frying on his body. He swiftly jumped away and to his feet.

“Sorry Jack. My friends didn’t mean to hurt you. They’re all worked up over my adrenalin flow.” In her drama she still found it appealing that he was on top of her. Her hormones were always on high.

“What the hell happened to Malcolm?” Jack rushed in to grab Cam and Greta to their feet.

Cam sweating bullets at the tension turned to see a thirty foot tall version of his buddy Malcolm.

“Uhhhhhh! Got me.” Is all Cam could mutter.

Malcolm charged the dragon which was phasing back to being seen again.

Cam turns pale, “Kong versus Godzilla.”

Jack held the trembling Greta close.

Sophia sprinted over to join them. As did the floating Maddy Ridge.

It was the wrestling match of the century. Malcolm snarled at the top of his lungs as he and the dragon rolled on top of each other time and time again. A dust storm billowed following each tumble.

Back at the ship everyone’s reaction was the same. Awe!

Ruby, Elle, and James observed the struggle.

“That’s some cavalry.” Elle dropped her jaw.

James swallowed hoarsely almost teary eyed, “Giant Man!”

“He really did wrestle gators.” Ruby recalls Malcolm’s story of his past.

There would be plenty of questions later. For now everyone could only watch the events before them.

Malcolm was being bitten but fortunately his own skin was as hard as the dragons. What affected the dragon was the glowing runes on Malcolm. It was as if they were acid to it’s touch. Loud hisses expelled from the beast.

It’s whipping tail slashed at Malcolm’s face. He ignored it and felt himself grow even larger to compensate. Reaching forty feet tall he was larger than the dragon. Now he had the leverage to grip the beast in a bone crunching spinal snap. In a mad convulsion the Komodo dragons body suddenly went limp. Malcolm stood up holding it in his arms. Eying it’s final breath Mal tossed it to his right, followed by a deafening thud as it landed in the sand below.

Afraid to move everyone awaited escort bayan yenibosna Malcolm to turn his attention toward them. His breathing returning to normal Malcolm finally looked down at everyone.

“Anyone hurt?” His voice erupted like a bullhorn on steroids.

The group below had to hold their ears.

Maddy smiled, “At least it wasn’t me this time.”

Jack threw his hands up, “Don’t speak. What’s happened to you Malcolm?”

Mal raises his arms to see the glowing runes and touches them. He offers a strange expression. It was almost as if he felt their power. Finally, his response was a shrug.

Cam eased toward Mal, “Thanks for the save, Buddy. You can come down now.”

Jack stood next to Cam, “Let’s hope he can.”

“He can. He will. I have faith.” Cam stared at Jack with a strong conviction.

Malcolm closed his eyes. As if meditating he slowly began to decrease in size. Within five minutes he had returned to normal.

“How are you feeling Soldier?” Ruby approached from the distance.

Malcolm opened his eyes with a realization, “Damn I’m hungry. Where’s my apple?”

“Apple?” Jack questioned.

Cam looked around them and spotted Mal’s nap sack in the dirt. He races over to it and brings it back. He reaches into the bag and produces the fully reformed fruit.

Mal snatches it from his hand with a growl.

“Easy Buddy. Just feeding the bears.” Cam carefully eases away.

James approaches eying the fruit.

“Was that the fruit I made you throw down over in Eden?” The boy worries.

Mal almost pouts, “Yeah! It’s good.”

“YIKES!” James starts to turn away when Jack grabs his shirt collar.

“Explain yikes.” Ramse scrutinizes.

“I told him some of the alien fruits and veggies weren’t safe. How was I to know he would ignore my warning?”

“What is this fruit?” Ruby eyes it, trying not to share in Sophia’s glare of Malcolm’s ten incher that had been a seven footer just five minutes ago.

James lowers his head, “I’m not positive. Only a hunch okay? The tattoos that showed up on his body were Nordic runes. I think he ate apples from the tree of Idun. Idun was a Norwegian Goddess of Immortality. She grew fruit that made people grow and become addicted to them. They would also never age. Myth? Maybe not.”

“Immortality?” Mal again looks at his lifted palms.

“Yeah! So the mythology says. Hela had apples too that made people grow. I’m thinking the apples are a hybrid of the two fruits. In case nobody has been keeping track the Ganthorian’s were Masters of Gene splicing.”

“So I’m stuck this way?” Mal raises his eyes toward James.

“I’m guessing Yes. That apples been eaten how many times?”

“A lot. I eat it to the core and it just keeps growing back ready to eat again.”

“Immortal apple. Obviously, you grow but you also returned to normal size. This might be temporary though. I hate to say it but I’d sleep outside for a few days. If you grow indoors that could be a bad situation.”

Jack sneers at the dirt, “Lesson is?”

Mal frowns, “Don’t eat everything that looks delicious.”

Sophia coughs into her hand, “Except me. If anyone’s interested.”

Maddy crosses her arms, “If only I had a bar of soap.”

As everybody groans and rolls their eyes a shrill scream fills the air.

Turning toward the ship they notice the amphibian hybrid and resident beauty “Animahni”. From the top of the ramp she looked as if gasping for air and holding her throat. Before anyone could react she topples down the stairs to the feet of Elle Franklin.

Catching her fall Elle crouches beside her.

“Animahni!”

The bright red beauty though breathless points toward the ship.

Her eyes then roll back into her head.

Lights out.

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How can I still be alive?

Time held no meaning for him. Davariel’s life had become a blur of continuous torture. If they weren’t fucking him, they were beating him, tearing his flesh, biting out chunks of it. Only his face remained untouched. They told him Lucifer wanted the privilege of ripping Davariel’s pretty face off himself.

He dreamed of Luciel, drifting in and out of consciousness, holding on to his happy thought in desperation.

Soon. Soon the end will come. He tried to console himself.

Through the pain, he clung to the memory of Luciel, her scent, her face, her fiery temper.

“My love,” he whispered in delirium as the fallen angels continued to defile him.

They laughed, scoring his flesh with their sharp nails and fangs. He didn’t even flinch at the mutilation of his body. He was past feeling. He simply prayed the end would come quickly.

After a while, they grew bored with their limp ragdoll and left him alone.

Davariel lay listless on the filthy ground, covered in blood and semen. His heart beat in an erratic rhythm as he waited for it to stop. However, to his dismay, it kept right on beating, stuttering now and then.

Why?

One of the younger she-devils came over sniffing at him. Her image swam before his bleary eyes.

She was different from the others in how she looked and acted, and usually stayed away. He’d seen her many times scratching and pulling at her skin as if being encased in a body made her uncomfortable.

Now she sniffed at him, watching the demons in trepidation. His eyes drifted shut. The female poked lightly at him and after a long moment began the task of tongue bathing him like a cat. Her tongue was a bit raspy and made his wounds sting, reminding him he was still alive. He hadn’t the strength to wave her away…he couldn’t even groan. When would death bless him with escape?

Briefly, and to his somber amusement, he felt her trying to grasp him under his arms, trying to pull him away. A threatening growl from one of the demons had her ceasing her efforts and scurrying away.

Then all sounds and sensations ceased.

He dreamt of a beautiful woman cradling him in her arms. She was a feminine version of himself.

For the longest moment all he could do was stare at her. She was humming to him and stroking his hair back from his forehead. The woman just hummed and smiled at him.

“Are you my mother?” He finally asked.

Her blue eyes shimmered with moisture. “Something akin to that.” Her delicate hand caressed his cheek.

“Why did you abandon me?” Strange. He felt weak even in this dream. Maybe she was a real angel and had come to take him away. The thought gave him comfort. She probably died giving him birth and now she would take him with her. Perhaps she hadn’t abandoned him after all. He was just about to apologize for having caused her demise, but she began to speak.

“I couldn’t keep you. I had no physical form.”

“I don’t understand.” His wanted to touch her face, but he felt so weak. His eyes caressed what he hadn’t the strength to touch.

“I fell in love with a Seraphian reaper I’d been feeding from and possessed a young Seraphian female to entice him into coupling.” She bit her lip, looking uncomfortable, then continued. “I became pregnant. I didn’t know that was possible. The woman would only show her pregnancy when I possessed her. I felt the presence of your soul inside me.” Her golden brows drew together showing her confusion. She sighed, closed her eyes, and shook her head. “It was a punishment…for having fallen in love. When it was time for you to be born, my spirit became trapped in the Seraph’s body until we birthed you. She was horrified because she’d been a virgin and didn’t remember having lain with anyone. She wrapped you in rags, without even gazing upon you, and ran to the edge of a cliff to throw you down into the ocean. I begged her not to…she couldn’t hear me…but then you began to cry. The sound of your sweet voice enthralled her, so she decided to leave you at the gates of Angelos, because you were a reaper.”

“What are you? What am I?”

“In this realm I was cursed by Lucifer. He turned me into a succubus. You, my son, are a cambion. We were angels, Davariel. Alpha angels, because we were God’s brightest. Lucifer was jealous of our splendor and tossed us down into this realm.” For a moment, Davariel remembered falling… reaching down to a being made of pure white energy. He didn’t understand where the memory came from. “There were seven of us,” she continued. “Inside your soul you held the essence of the last two. Devon has already been released. The essence of the last angel is now with him.”

Davariel’s mind reeled. “Who’s my father? Was he an angel too?”

She looked sad. “You killed him. His name was Gadriel. Lucifer corrupted his soul in an attempt to turn you against God.” She caressed his face. “It almost worked.”

Davariel felt filled with revulsion. His own father…everything they’d done… “I’m-I’m an abomination! Why didn’t you let that woman drown me? I never escort bayan sarıyer should have been born.”

She hung her head, her golden hair veiling her face and sobbed.

Her tears rained on his face filling him with sorrow. “M-mother?” Mother, I’m sorry for causing you pain.

The dream faded.

The feel of cool water against his parched lips made him stir. At first, he instinctively swallowed with his bruised throat, then thought better and refused it. He only prolonged his agony by consuming water. If he stopped, then his days would be shorter.

He wondered where he would go once he transcended. Would the Divine One send him directly to hell, or would he be sent back to this realm to try again? If he reincarnated, he hoped that this time he’d be someone or something a little more normal. How wonderful it would be to come back as a plant, just stand beneath the sun all day and wait for the rains! Better yet, he could be an Edenian toad. One of his reaper baby sisters received one as a gift from her parents. She had told him they lived in ponds, sat on lily pads and ate flies. It was an ugly, slimy little creature, but made the funniest sound and hopped fast. He remembered giggling with Amaranth, trying to catch it when they were still chicklings.

Someone was trying to lift him again.

“I want to be a toad,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Something nudged him onto his back. “I’ll s-sit… on a li-pad an eat fie…” He felt himself fading again.

Voices sounded near him. They seemed familiar.

Someone was worrying about swallowing him and then he felt himself rolling onto a wet, warm surface.

Blackness.

He heard a woman’s cry. She was sobbing!

A curl of terror gripped his insides making him want to throw up. Had they found Luci? Was she fool enough to have come back looking for him? Were they hurting her too now? The thought had fury burning like fire through him. His instinct to destroy and kill arose like a black demon within his heart. If only his body weren’t so broken already.

This time he fought the blackness, trying to stay conscious, but failed. It was all encompassing. Fine time for him to die! His last conscious emotion was one of extreme anger.

Someone was kissing his face and caressing his hair. There was a warm body pressed up close to him. His body no longer ached.

“Davariel, wake up, sweet baby.”

“Luci?” His eyes blinked open. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “Are…we dead, my love?”

She laughed. Her eyes held so much love…all for him. “Of course not!”

Sadness tore through him. He was dreaming. But what a vivid dream! Maybe in his weakened state she dream walked into his mind. He’d kept her away so long so she wouldn’t suffer for him.

Does that mean she loves me? Dare I hope? No-no, Dava. She only cares…that’s still something. He tried to find joy in that, clinging to the thought in desperation.

“My love, you’ve got to be strong. No matter where I am, heaven or hell, I’ll always remember you. I just want you to promise me that you’ll be happy.”

“Oh, Davariel. What nonsense are you going on about now?” She shook her head with a soft smile. “First you’re going on about wanting to be a toad and now this. What in heaven’s name are you talking about?”

His vision grew sharper. He began to realize that this was no dream. He was very much alive and awake…and Luciel was lying beside him.

He felt himself grow pale as he stared at her in horror. Her smile faded and her brows furrowed at his reaction. “It’s a trap, Luci! Why…h-how did you rescue me? Where are we? You must flee!” He gasped when he saw her flat abdomen. “You’re not pregnant!”

“Calm down. It’s okay!” His eyes flew to her face. He felt sick with anxiety even as she tried to soothe him. “We’re safe. Trust me. There’s a bunch of people helping us. Remuel and Zakreel were the ones that took you out of Megdoluc. Zakreel carried you back in his mouth while he was in dragon form. There are about a half a dozen reapers, both outcasts and fledgling that came to help too and some other weres.” At Davariel’s look of astonishment she added, “Shifters…wolves and tigers. The dragons recruited them.”

“I don’t understand.”

Her fingers threaded through his hair gently. “You repented, Davariel. You repented from your heart. Not because you feared any punishment for yourself, but because you dared to feel love. That’s why the reapers couldn’t kill you. You’re no longer a demon.”

He had flashes of memory…a golden angel cradling him.

“What am I?” She’d told him, but he couldn’t remember now.

Luciel answered him this time. “A man. My man.” The possessiveness in her voice made his eyes tear. How could his life have changed so much? How long would it last? Then her next words turned that new life into a dizzying loop that left him dumbfound. “The father of my babies.”

He swallowed. “Babies?”

She scowled at him. “I should be really pissed off at escort azeri you, dumbass.”

He swallowed. She looked very mad. “Th-the condom broke.”

“Yeah, no shit, Blondie! You get me pregnant, get rid of me, and then don’t answer any of my calls? What the fuck’s up with that?”

He pondered what she could possible mean by calls, and the last sentence he couldn’t make any sense of. What’s up? What does she mean by what’s up with that? He did understand she was quite upset at his having gotten her pregnant. Davariel instinctively pulled up his legs and clasped his hands over his cock, lest she decided to extricate a little revenge in that general area. “I’m… sorry?”

The corners of her mouth turned down even more, making her plump lower lip protrude, while her brows drew closer together.

“I couldn’t let them find you. I needed for you to be safe.” His eyes beseeched her to understand as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I’m a Master Guardian, Davariel. I have powers that you can’t even begin to understand. Some of them I don’t understand myself.”

“If I was able to capture you, so can they, Luciel.”

“We could have fought them together.”

“While you were pregnant?” He could tell by the expression on her face she hadn’t thought of that. “Had you fallen into their hands they would have taken care of you during your pregnancy only to await the birth of our child…my successor.” He had to know! “What manner of offspring did I sire, Luciel? Are they Seraph or demon?”

Her expression smoothed out. “Allow me to show you.”

His heart seemed to stop for a second, then raced as she rose and went to a large basket-like crib he hadn’t noticed earlier. From within the basket she withdrew a tiny bundle and walked to him with a smile on her face.

“This is your second born, Lucien Davariel.”

His whole body set to trembling as he allowed her to place the tiny infant into his arms. He had hair made of the finest, palest gold, and the icy blue eyes were like his mother’s. The baby boy fussed a bit and turned his head as if searching for a breast from which to nurse.

“No wings?”

“No.”

Davariel removed the blanket from around his son until he lay in his arms with nothing but his diaper. Then he began to sniff him lovingly, breathing in his essence, memorizing him. “Lucien. My little Lucien. You look just like your beautiful mother.”

“He’s going to have your hair, though.”

“Let’s thank the Divinity that’s all of mine he got.” He gazed at his son, feeling that he was the most perfectly beautiful child in all the universe. But, wait…he had another! “And my first born?” He noticed the look she had given at his earlier words and began feeling apprehension. Again, she turned and gathered another baby from the basket. This one was much larger with jet-black hair sticking straight out of his round head. The infant’s skin was pale and he looked older than his delicate blond twin. The baby seemed to startle when she lifted him from the cradle, and began to cry. Luciel soothed him with gentle words before placing him into his father’s other arm.

Davariel’s heart sank. He was looking at himself with black hair. Though the child was still an infant, he looked irrefutably like his father and to make matters worse, his eyes glowed unnaturally bright. He had his demon blood…and his cursed face.

“His name is Devon Luciel. W-why are you crying?”

“He looks too much like me. He’ll be put on a pedestal and made to think he’s a god, like they did to me.” How shallow, vain and selfish he had been back then.

“It doesn’t have to be that way. We can disappear. There are places that are still unlinked. I know of plenty of worlds where we can fit in just fine and be happy…safe.”

“The demons want him. They want both of them. Devon will be the new dark prince and Lucien the sacrifice.”

“They won’t find us. Trust me.”

He felt terrified. Now he had so much more to lose.

He pulled Devon up to his face and took in his essence. He began to feel Lucien growing perceptibly heavier in his other arm. He looked over at his other son and noticed something slightly different about him. It was as if the baby had grown right before his eyes. He looked at Devon to notice that the infants glowing eyes dimmed a bit. Was the babe using his power already? Davariel’s hairs stood on end. This child was too powerful!

Luciel made to remove them from him but he held them tightly and shook his head.

“Let me hold my sons a while longer. Please!”

“You have to eat. I helped restore you, but you still lack proper nourishment.”

“Restored me?”

She shivered as if reliving some horror. “They’d bitten you all over and torn your flesh almost from the bone. You had bite marks even on your….” Her eyes lowered to his groin and began to tear.

“They bite when they mate, Luci.”

“You mean rape.” Her small frame shook with fury.

“Not now, Luci. I don’t want to dwell on that now.” He looked from son to son, escort bayan sefaköy smiling, then looked at the woman he loved; the mother of his sons. It was everything he ever wanted, and more than he thought he’d ever have. “If only we could stop time and live in this exact moment forever.”

“If that were to happen, we’d never see our babies grow to be men.” She came up against him, taking care not to press against the twins, and began to kiss him.

The sheer magnitude of love he felt at that moment propelled him into a fit of shakes he couldn’t control. He felt his face drain of blood.

She broke away from the kiss, leaving him seeking its warmth, and almost toppling over in the process. “That’s it,” he heard her say.

The babes disappeared from hold as sweat broke out on his forehead. He clasped his arms over his chest, his eyes searching about wildly. Where did they go?

“Calm down.” Her warm hands cupping his pale cheeks made his eyes snap back to her face. “I only teleported them back into their bassinet. You need to eat and rest a bit.” She kissed his forehead and threaded her fingers through his hair. “You were more dead than alive when Remuel and Zakreel brought you in. You don’t know how extensive the work of restructuring your entire back was.” Davariel felt startled when she hugged him and ran her fingertips across the smooth expanse of his back. “There was an entire team of doctors and scientist working on you, trying to repair the damage from having your wings hacked off.”

Releasing him, she walked over to a low dresser built along the entire length of the wall to the right side of the large bed he occupied. The wide bed sat in the middle of the room. Grabbing a small mirror, she went back and showed him his reflection. There was another mirror behind him on the wall at the head of the bed. Luciel pulled his hair over his shoulder revealing his now smooth flesh. No more wings.

“Where are we?” He turned to scowl at the mirror, knowing how easy it was for demons to traverse them. He resolving to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Earth. We’re within the grounds of the were-tigri people. They’re protecting us. And, like I said before, we also have five were-wolf sentries, along with the reapers.”

A bowl of hot stew appeared in her hands and she began to feed him. The stew reminded him of when he held her captive.

“I whipped you.” He remembered the demons had been about to tear her to pieces, thinking he was succumbing to her charms.

“That was another Davariel, not the one I have before me now.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness. I’m a monster.”

“No you’re not.”

“I didn’t tell you the condom broke.”

She began to laugh, her gaze turning to look with adoration in the direction of the bassinette. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Would you have stopped our coupling if I had?”

Her stunning blue eyes blazed into his. “Did it look like I would’ve been able to demand you pull out?”

He remembered her cries if ecstasy when he’d taken her that first time, and began to ache between his thighs.

“Luci,” he sighed with longing.

The bowl of stew disappeared. She used her hands to nudge apart his drawn knees and crawled up against him, between his legs. He settled himself into a semi reclining position wrapping his hands around her small waist. She was clothed in enticing garb that consisted of a clingy pair of low riding shorts and a tunic held up by thin straps, her midriff exposed. Her breasts were larger now and she had faint pink marks on her hips, he guessed, from her skin accommodating his sons within her body. She was beautiful, the mother of his sons.

She began kissing him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth with urgency. His hands slid into her beguiling little stretchy shorts and cupped her pretty rump. He wanted her, badly, but guessed he wouldn’t be able to have her yet because she’d just given birth to his babies. Her body probably hadn’t healed yet.

“I self-healed, Davariel. I-I…” She raised her head to look into his eyes. “I need you.”

Again, she kissed him making him shudder. Her fingers caressed his hair, stroked his cheeks, and squeezed his shoulders. He rocked her against him, moving his hips under her as his desire spiraled feverishly. Another small shudder went through him, making him moan against her lips.

“Oh, God, Davariel.” Her teeth caught his lower lip. He felt it all the way down to his aching erection. “I know I shouldn’t be doing this to you yet, baby. You really need to rest for at least a day.”

She made to pull away, but he kept her trapped against him with the sheer force of his hands wrapped around her waist.

“No,” he implored her. “I need you too. This will give me strength, Luciel. Love me, please!”

Her luscious mouth ravaged his as he felt her hands brushing his long hair behind his shoulders. She nipped and licked at his lips before reaching around to his left ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue, giving him goose bumps. When she thrust her naughty tongue into the shell of his ear and tweaked his nipples hard, he sucked in a ragged breath between his teeth and writhed beneath her. He moaned, rocking against her in rising desperation. She reached down and scraped her nails along his length. He almost shouted, but managed to clench his teeth on a strangled groan. Fuck! If he didn’t control himself, he’d scare the twins.

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