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“Sorry about the tight fit.” Amusement scratched Limini’s voice to a low husk. “I’m not really a ‘robes’ kind of wizard.”

“It’s fine.” Gretel bit his lip as he finished lacing the trousers she’d given him. Limini wasn’t exactly narrow in the hips, but he’d always been curvy down there. He looked mournfully at his trousers, cast so carelessly into a tide pool earlier and now set out to dry. “I mean, I appreciate whatever you have, honestly.”

“‘Course!” She laughed, kicking her feet from atop the boulder she’d hopped up on. Her blonde hair wafted in the faint wind, making her look almost ghostly in the mist. “Far be it from me to forsake a fellow wizard in distress.”

“Right.” He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um, which Tower did you attend, if you… don’t mind my asking?” Her style of magic definitely wasn’t anything like what he’d learned at the Ivory Tower. Each Mage Tower had its own schools of thought when it came to magic, though. The Ivory Tower was known for its focus on wards, sigilmancy and dream magic, and he knew the Teeth Tower up north practiced necromancy and spirit binding. That was about all he knew.

“Tower?” Limini laughed. “Aw, that’s cute. No, sugar, I learned what I learned all on my lonesome.”

“Really!” Gretel looked at the lake, to which he’d had to insist Limini return Jenny, then back to Limini. “I wouldn’t have guessed. You cast as well as any Tower mage I knew.”

Limini smirked. “I’m sure you mean that as a compliment, sweetie, so I’ll take it as one.”

Gretel blinked. He tried to quell the feelings of affront but couldn’t quite hold them back. “Do you… doubt the Towers’ results?”

Limini’s smile made her eyes crinkle and narrow. Her leather overcoat billowed around her as she hopped down from the boulder, revealing appealing curves bound tight in leggings and a low-cut shirt. “Oh, I don’t doubt they teach lots of fledglings how to spark a campfire or float a book to them, don’t get me wrong. I got nothing for respect for that kinda magic. Me, I learned on the open road, the dungeon delve. The magic you learn adventuring… well, I don’t mean any offense, sugar, but fancy Tower spells just don’t tend to match up.”

Gretel felt his cheeks heating up. “So you don’t… think a firm grasp on magic theoretics is worthwhile?”

“Aw, I’m sure it’s very powerful!” She walked up and slapped him on the back. Gretel jumped as he was pushed a little towards her chest, a gasp bringing in sweet air tinged with the scent of her exertion. “In, well, theory~”

Gretel glared up at her.

He didn’t like feeling pretentious. He wasn’t pretentious. But an untrained adept dismissing all his studies… he had to admit that rankled a little. “I think you’ll find it pays off in the long run to understand the concepts behind the practice.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “So, what were you practicin’ with that pretty kelpie?”

Gretel’s cheeks burned, and he dropped his gaze.

“You seemed to be enjoyin’ it, whatever it was. But I’ll bet you had a clever magical plan all along.”

“I was…” He bit his lip, scowling at the wet sand. “I was caught off-guard.”

“Caught off-guard and trouserless. Poorthing. She reached down and tousled his hair, and his face got hotter. “Don’t you worry, little lord. I’ll keep you safe from here on out.”

“I–I don’t–“

“So, how’d you get this far into the Evergreen on your lonesome, anyhow?”

Gretel blinked. “The what?”

“The Evergreen.” She rapped her knuckles on his head through his fluffy pink hair. “Sorry, sweetie, does the Tower have a special name for it? The Perpetually Bioluminescent Ecology?”

“Biolu–” Gretel bit back the correction to her vocabulary, realizing it would not help his case for the Ivory Tower one bit. “No, I meant, do you think… that’s where we are?”

She stared at him levelly. “That’s where I know I am, yeah.”

“W’re in the Greatest, Darkest Forest.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Oh?”

She looked him up and down. Gretel felt his cheeks reddening–the tight leggings didn’t do much to conceal that his cock was still hard. And a bit… bigger than normal, to be honest.

He wondered when the kelpie’s gift would fade. The hardness, the heaviness, the… girth Jenny had given him. He wondered when it would go back to normal.

He wanted it to… right?

Limini reached out to cup his cheek.

Gretel was jolted from his thoughts, and his world tripped and bounced for a second in its haste to catch up. “Guh. Um. What–“

“Shh.”

Gretel met her gaze, shimmering orange eyes. He found his voice quieting. “What are you doing?”

She put a finger to his lips. His breath caught. “H-Hey–“

“In,” she said calmly.

“Buh–but–“

“In.”

Without conscious thought, his lips parted, and her finger slid into his mouth.

His lashes fluttered. His lips closed around the finger, and he felt a strange temptation kağıthane escort to give her finger a dainty little suck.

The finger popped out. He blinked rapidly as Limini lifted it to the air, as if testing the wind. She pursed her lips. “Thought so. Pixilated.”

“Pix… what?”

“Pixilated.” She smirked. “Oh, did they not have a word for that back at the Tower? Let me guess, fairies? Or maybe fauns?” She rubbed her chin. “You look like a faun’s type of tribute.”

Gretel blinked. His gaze fell to his feet. “I-I don’t…”

“Probably surrounded you in lights, right? Had their way with you, maybe traded you around?” Her voice dropped low and husky. “Maybe you don’t remember so well how you got away~?”

Gretel’s head shot up. “No, I–“

His heart held a beat.

He took a deep breath.

“You don’t remember.” It wasn’t a question.

“I… my memory’s a little, um…”

“Spotty? Blotchy? Grainy?” She leaned in slightly, and her scent immersed him. “Maybe when you try to focus on the details, they get all blurred and your mind gets all fuzzy and you don’t want to think about it anymore?”

Gretel rubbed his thighs together. “I, um…”

“Maybe you get a little horny when you try.” Her bedroom eyes bored into him. “Like you had a wet dream you can’t. Quite. Remember.”

Gretel’s mouth was dry. When was… the last time he’d had anything to drink?

“But…” He swallowed nothing at all. “But I… it’s miles from the Evergreen. Tens of miles!”

“A long, long journey for a little treat like you.” She batted her eyelashes. “I wonder what makes you so special?”

“B-But–but why would they–“

“Let you go?” she suggested.

Gretel bit his lip.

Limini took a step closer. She took his chin in his fingers and tilted it upwards. She leaned down close, full lips brushing his ear. “I don’t think they did, little lord.”

Everything in Gretel’s mind seemed to be slowing down. Thickening. He breathed in Limini’s scent, stared into her eyes, felt her hot breath on his ear. “I… I, um…”

“I think you’re still in their little game,” she purred, caressing his cheek. “Fauns follow all kinds of powers now that the Courts are gone. Maybe whatever you’re a tribute for likes the chase.”

Gretel’s cock was throbbing. He was panting, staring into her fiery eyes, watching her luscious pink lips.

“Whatever it is, it probably makes that pretty kelpie look like a lost little lust sprite.” Her other hand dipped down and gave his ass a pinch. “A little treat like you’s just gonna get gobbled right up~”

Gretel panted.

“There are dangerous things in these woods, you know,” she cooed. “Aren’t you glad you’ve got me to protect you, sugar?”

Gretel tried to speak. All that came out was a whimper.

He stumbled back, nearly falling on his ass. “I-I have to go,” he stammered.

“Go?” Limini raised an eyebrow. “Honey, you’re in the middle of the Evergreen Forest. You’re not going anywhere.” She folded her arms. “Not alone, that’s for sure.”

“I–” His cheeks burned. “I can take care of myself.”

Her eyes drifted downward. “Well, I sure hope so~”

Gretel bit his lip hard. He didn’t want to go out there alone. Not even a little bit. Limini’s talk had him spooked. And she seemed trustworthy enough, didn’t she?

But fool him once, shame on them. Fool him…

… however many times it had been, plus one? Shame on him.

“But you really shouldn’t be goin’ alone. Not while you’re bein’ hunted.” She smiled slightly. “I could get you outta this. It’s not out of my way.”

“I–don’t think I see the sense in trading a hunter,” he retorted, “for a poacher.”

Limini’s eyes narrowed. She took a step forwards him–and sprang back with a look of electric unease as he raised his hand and formed a great shield of shimmering runes between them.

“Thank you for your help,” he said. “Um, I’ll be going now.”

Limini’s arms folded. Her eyes glittered as she looked over the shield. He could tell she wanted to test it–wanted to see if her magic could corrupt it, as her kind of adeptry was meant to do. He almost wanted her to try. Wanted her to fail, to realize his training hadn’t just been in ‘theory’.

“You take care, then,” she said at last. “The Gray Wraiths don’t come around the Standing Stones area, but other things do.”

Gretel gave a cautious nod, no idea what she meant, then turned and hurried off into the woods.

“Be seein’ you,” he heard her mutter.

~ ~ ~ ~

Gretel raised his hand and wrote a shield of wood-repellence. The fallen log practically flew out of his way. He stalked past, a storm of papery frustrations cluttering his thoughts.

Limini had gotten to him a little. It had been too long since he’d practiced his magic, and being condescended to by some… delver wizard rankled more than he liked to admit.

So perhaps he was using his magic istanbul escort a little liberally all of a sudden. He flicked his fingers, creating a little bubble around a mosquito and gently sending it a quarter-mile in the opposite direction. That didn’t mean he was suddenly insecure. It had a practical benefit. The more he used it practically, the less he would feel swayed by the… associations towards his mark that had formed since he’d left the Tower.

His sigil was not a pleasure point, a path to feeling good, a weakness every fey got to play around with. It was the center of his power, a rune of pure magic bound to his very soul. It was only so… sensitive… because it represented a gateway between the physical world, his spirit, and the paths of sigilmancy. Touching it was like touching a piece of his mind, his soul.

It wasn’t a toy. Too long he’d let these fey use it like one.

He knew he was being pretentious when he looked down on Limini for her lack of formal education. He couldn’t stand wizards like that–wizards like that gave a bad name to the Towers. Many of them had been his teachers.

Gretel didn’t think he was better than anyone. He’d been lucky to get his education, lucky that the Ivory Tower had accepted his apprenticeship.

But those advantages had come with costs, too. Long, sleepless nights, binding oaths. Total isolation from the outside world. Having those costs dismissed by some petty adept…

As Gretel passed by a great tree laden with luscious pink peaches, perfectly ripe, he reached up and plucked one of the downy fruits from the tree as he passed.

He’d made the right call with Limini. He couldn’t keep trusting every single pretty face that drifted into view, for pity’s sake. He had to be more careful.

He bit into the peach, savoring its softness, its juice that dribbled down his chin, the sweetness that burst in his mouth. “Mmm!” The juice came as a relief as much as the sweetness–he was getting awfully thirsty, and hadn’t found a stream yet.

His lashes fluttered as he chewed and finally swallowed. He went to take another bite.

A giggle fluttered into the air around him. His head shot up, and he sprang back in surprise.

A beautiful woman stood before him. A beautiful woman who had absolutely not been there a moment ago. She had pale skin that shone against the contrast of her skimpy dark green halter top, flowing dark umber skirt, vibrant green eyes, and, most noticeably, long, shimmering emerald-green hair that swept down over her left shoulder like moss down a slope.

Any fool could tell she was fae. Her ears were pointed, and there was something… off about those big eyes. An ancient wonder, an alien innocence.

Gretel wiped his mouth, suddenly conscious of the peach juices dripping onto his shirt. “Um… hi.”

“Hi!” She beamed, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning towards him. “My name is Esca! What’s yours?”

Gretel’s eyes lingered just a moment too long on her chest, thrust outward and made to bounce by the suddenness of her motion, then met her eyes. “Um, my name is Gretel. Of the Ivory tower.” He hoped that mentioning his Mage Tower might give her second thoughts about trifling with him, though by the way she tilted her head cutely to the side and blinked at him, he doubted she even knew what a Mage Tower was.

“Ooh, that’s such a pretty name!” She giggled. “Isn’t it, like, a girl’s name, though?”

“Well, it… was.” Gretel’s cheeks colored slightly. “Now it’s a boy’s name.”

“Oh!” Esca’s bounced from heel to toe with delight. “Well, it’s a very handsome name–” She bounced forward a step. “–for a very handsome boy~!”

Gretel felt his cheeks get hotter as little happy flutters came from within. “I, um, thank you!” He couldn’t help himself.

“Teehee, no need to thank me.” Her lashes fluttered. “Although maybe a little kiss could be nice, if you really wanna make me happy~”

Gretel blinked rapidly. He willed his fluttering heart to settle down. “I… I’m, um, flattered, but…”

He trailed off, unsure what to say. Esca just kept smiling at him, that sweet, innocent smile. It was hard to tell if she’d just been joking. She certainly didn’t seem like the seductive type, with those big, pretty eyes, so vacant of wit or guilt. The way she sucked idly on a fingertip, blinking up at him, it was as if the thought of deception had never once in her entire life occurred to her. Surely she wasn’t…

Gretel realized he’d started leaning forward and furiously pulled himself back. Esca smelled good. Like cherries and cream, rich and vibrant and sweet. He’d met enough ‘bimbos’ during his travels to know that they could still be extremely dangerous.

Well, ‘dangerous’ by a certain measure. He swallowed, remembering the fauns…

“What, um, forest are we in, by the way?” he asked, desperate to change the subject–and still hoping, deep down, to prove that Limini had çapa escort been lying.

“The Evergreen Forest!” Esca giggled. “Ooh, do you not even know what forest you’re in?”

“N-No, I–” Gretel squirmed, reaching down to surreptitiously adjust his tight pants. “I was, just, um…”

“Just, umm,” Esca mimicked, and laughed with delight. “You’re so cute!” Her eyes lit up. The nymph clapped her hands together. “Ooh, I know! If you’re lost, you should come back with me! The others would just adore you.”

Gretel felt his breath get shallow. “Others?'”

“Sure!” She beamed. “Me, Cicuta, Lisura, and–” She took another step closer, and again, Gretel felt his gaze drawn to her jiggling boobs. “Others~”

Gretel’s head was spinning. Esca’s breasts were nearly impossible to look away from, round, soft pillows big enough to squish so enticingly against one another in that tight, threadbare top. “I, um. I.”

“‘You, um, you’.” Esca smirked, reaching up to cup her breasts with both hands. “Wow, you’re sounding as silly as a lust sprite. Ooh, maybe we could introduce you to some so you could have a real conversation!” She pressed in close, bouncing her breasts in her hands. “Would you like that? You could stare at their pretty bouncy boobies aaallll day long!~”

“I…”

“I think you’d like that.” She leaned in closer, reaching up a hand to not-so-gently guide his head downwards. “Heehee! You seem to really like mine~”

“…” Gretel tried to speak, but her voice was so… sweet, and her tits were so nice when they bounced up and down, so easy to stare at. Her heat pressed in, and he felt her leg rubbing against his thigh.

“Come on, cutie,” she cooed. “Don’t you want to follow a pretty fey home?”

“Wait,” he panted.

“Uh-huh, that’s right!” She wiggled happily from side to side, just the slightest trace of a smirk gracing her cute, innocent face. Weight! My boobies look soooo heavy, aren’t they, sweetie?” She giggled. “Sooo full. Just begging for a cutie to latch on and be my lovey-dummy little mortal~!”

“N-No–“

She pulled back, and briefly, Gretel felt like he’d been given a reprieve. But something sparkling in her eyes told him nothing could be further from the truth. Esca swayed from side to side, and his eyes helplessly traced the motion of her jiggling swinging breasts. “You wanna follow them, don’t you?” she asked sweetly.

“I…”

The fey raised a finger and slowly curled it inward. Beckoning him closer.

Gretel felt himself getting harder, felt his cock straining against the thin fabric.

Esca’s eyes settle upon it, and he couldn’t help but whimper in embarrassment. Her lips parted, and she cooed in delight. “Oh, wow, I think you liiike this! You love a pretty girl teasing you, huh? Gosh, Cicuta’s just gonna…!” She rubbed her thighs together, biting her lip. “You wanna follow me… sooooo bad, don’t you?’

“N-No, I–” Gretel tried to cover himself, but moving at all felt so hard, and the only thing he could imagine doing right then was taking another step forward. And another. And another. Or just reaching down and grabbing his cock and…

She curled her finger again until it pointed between her cleavage. His eyes followed, and he found himself taking a step.

“Teehee, thaaat’s it,” he heard her coo, as she swayed lightly back and forth, tits bouncing. “Follow my tits. Follow my bouncy boobies. That’s all mortal boys ever wanna do, isn’t it?”

Gretel watched Esca’s tits squish slowly together.

“Boobs go squish,” she sang. “Make a wish~”

“I… n-no…”

The fey beckoned again with a sly smile.

Gretel took another step. His head swam with desire. He watched her finger curl, reeling him in, spooling his will around her delicate digit like a single thread of spider’s silk.

“Shh, silly boy.” She squeezed her arms around her chest, and as they squished together again, Gretel felt his mind squish, too. He whimpered. “That’s it. Just give in. It’s gonna feel… oohh…” She groped a tit. “… sssooooo good…”

“G-Good,” he panted.

“Goooood.” She giggled. “Good boys just drool over pretty girls’ tits, don’t they? Good boys are addicted to bouncy boobies, aren’t they?’

“ahh… dickteddd…”

Esca’s eyes sparkled out of the corner of his vision. “Teehee, that’s right, silly! Your yummy dummy dick is making all those… hhhaaard… choices now.” She bounced in place. “And who controls your dummy a-dickted dick?”

“You,” he moaned, and stepped within reach.

Esca grabbed him by the shirt collar. Gretel felt a moment’s spike of fear, struggled, tried to pull back–

“I bet any girl, really,” she said sweetly, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Gretel thrashed, moaning in protest. Her soft lips smacked against his, plump and soft, so supple. Her tongue slid into his mouth, so sweet, so nimble, so dominant. Her sweet moans filled his ears, filled his body, submerged him in sweet, seductive music.

His struggles slowed. He… what had he been…

Esca–sweet, beautiful, angelic Esca–wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, sucking on his upper lip, lewd sounds rising from her as one kiss melted into a second, then a third, as she pressed her hot, enticing body against his–

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Note: There is no sex in the first chapter (maybe more) of this story. We’ll get there. It’s a multi-part piece, and I really want to set stuff up before I get to the sex. I hope you all enjoy my first submission to Literotica.

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It was just luck that she survived. Most people wouldn’t have given her a snowball’s chance in an inferno of being that lucky. It had been her day off, she’d decided to take a drive, and when the bombs hit she’d been halfway between here and there. She saw the flashes and stopped at the filling station at the halfway point of the turnpike. She bought all the beef jerky and dried fruit that the filling station had along with filling up her gas tank. From old military training she realized that this would be the last time she spent actual money on anything for a good long time. If anyone else realized what was happening, they’d be doing the same, but Deirdre had little faith in the intelligence of other people.

“Going camping?” Was the question from the clerk when she showed up with her beef jerky, bottled water, and dried fruit and nuts.

“Something like that.”

“It’s cheaper at the grocery store.” He said with a little sneer.

“Yeah, you guys have my favorite kind, though.” She made a mental note to hit some outlying Wal-Marts. They’d be relatively safe because of the lack of windows. Most people didn’t realize that radioactivity behaved like sunlight, if it came up against a brick wall it’d just bounce off. Something in her hardened, then. She walked back out to the car, and drove off.

She gave her situation some thought, and turned on AM radio. The news wasn’t good, not only had there been nuclear attacks in most major cities, some genius had figured out a way to sneak a biological agent into the mix as well. The zombie apocalypse was good and started, and the situation in the cities was totally out of control. She was in an enviable position with her car full of gas and dried foods. She sat in the car for a few minutes trying to decide what to do, and grinned slightly as an idea struck her. Who better to consolidate and help her then a few men she’d known before. She was more than aware that her life was now going to be measured in ‘before’ and ‘after’ the blasts.

Everything had changed in an instant. She made a few phone calls–cell phones still worked, as no one had thought to turn anything off the instant before the bombs hit. She wondered how long that would last, and tried to reach all of her family. Nothing. The calls were even going through, which surprised her somewhat, but apparently everyone had been in the blast zone or contaminated by the ‘virus’ that was killing people too slowly. From the radio, the National Guard and police forces that were left were ripping through the ‘zombies’ but the numbers of the infected were overwhelming them.

She turned the car toward Poteau, Oklahoma and started to drive.

She stopped at a gas station when the gauge registered about half. The electricity was still on in the station, but no one was there. She figured out how to release the gas pumps and filled up her car. Also, she took every bit of dried fruit, meat, and water out of the place. Her car was filling up, but there was no help for that. She had an idea of where to go anyway, and what she was going to do. She had a plan. That was more than most people had, escort kurtköy anyway, and she was really clear on what was going to happen in the next six hours. What she was considering was absolutely crazy in the world that had been three hours ago, but in the new world it made plenty of sense. Two hours later, she rolled up on the prison.

The area was gorgeous, the prison had been built by the CCC in the 1950’s. She knew about it, honestly, because her grandfather had been in the CCC. There was a lot of history behind Jim E. Hamilton Correctional Facility, but the part that Deirdre liked the best is that there was a lot of vo-tech training going on there. The place was kind of far away from society, and also there were a couple of guys she knew there. She was clear from having visited a couple of times that there were really a minimal amount of guards at any given time, and with everything else that had happened, she was really kind of expecting what she found.

There were about four guards left, and they were somewhat panicked. They had the inmates locked down, but almost everyone else had fled. Deirdre walked calmly up to the building, and went in through the front door. The guards were arguing over what to do with the inmates, and the options ranged pretty much from letting them go to shooting them all. Deirdre, unnoticed by the four men, pulled out her pistol, sighted the guy that wanted to kill the 654 inmates, and shot him through his head.

The other three, unarmed, turned to look at her babbling like idiots.

“We won’t be having any slaughter of minimum security inmates.” Her voice was calm, firm, and the officers–although slightly rebellious-looking–at least were shocked into silence by her sudden violence.

“What are we going to do?” Asked one of the men.

“Have you done anything about cooking dinner?” Asked Deirdre.

“Well, no.”

“I suggest you get out some inmates and get to it, then. And I suggest you treat them nicely. They may not know what’s going on now, but they will soon, and at that point things are going to change.”

She felt the officer creeping up behind her with the same sense she’d known when her children were up to something. She turned and shot him twice in the chest.

“The rules have changed, gentlemen. There are two of you now unless you’ve left someone to babysit the inmates. Let’s get dinner started. And I’ll need a set of keys and the current census.”

The youngest officer, Jim Thomas by his name tag, got the stuff she’d asked for. She took it and started looking through the census when he spoke.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes?”

“Why?” His gesture took in more than the two dead men on the floor. It took in Deirdre, and by default, her pistol. It took in her actions.

She heard the door behind her, and smoothly turned and knelt. Her marksmanship was as good as ever, and the officer she’d sent to get dinner ready fell with a bullet hole in his chest and one in his head. He was holding a rifle and never got off a shot, not even a wild one.

“You know what’s going on, Mr. Thomas.” She didn’t even look at him. She could tell that he was upset by the goings-on of the day.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Things have changed. There are a few inmates here that I knew when I was a nurse at one of the County Jails. bodrum eskort I won’t bore you with the details.” She shook her head, then fixed him with her piercing blue eyes. “They are people that I believe I can trust. People that made some mistakes, but they are still people. I will not see them executed because they are in prison. The United States seems to be down a few billion people right now, and total anarchy is reigning. We must be smart if we are going to survive, and I can’t think of anything smarter than having a small army to start with.”

He nodded as her words made sense, and was relieved as he realized that someone here was going to take charge.

She handed him the census sheet. “I’ve made notes by a few names, here. What I want you to do is go get those five inmates and bring them to me. Then go get five more you know are mostly trustworthy and get to the kitchen and start cooking. Things are going to be different, so get ready.” She walked over to the dead man with the rifle and took the rifle and his keys. “Send those five men to the warden’s office, and until I say something different, you can address me as ma’am or Warden.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

‘Who has keys to the armory?”

“On this shift, just Jim. And well, I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.”

She had to resist the urge to giggle. Between the Army and nursing she’d developed a really warped sense of humor. No reason to disturb the kid, though.

“All right. You’ve seen what I’ve done so far today, so don’t try me. Get dinner going. Make it some kind of sandwiches, we need to eat the perishable stuff first and save the other stuff for later. This is going to be really slow going until we get things straightened out. Thank the gods that we’re in a wildlife-heavy low population area at least.”

“Ma’am?”

“Hmm. Yeah, Gods. I believe in more than one. A fat lot of good the Hebrew one’s done today.” She paused. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.”

He nodded once and fled. She could see how nervous he was. Hopefully he’d get his game face on, or the inmates would eat him alive.

It was less than ten minutes later that a soft knock disturbed her, and she looked up.

“Warden?”

It was a voice that she remembered, and she started to smile. She knew that this man had been innocent, but the criminal justice system had railroaded him into prison. There had been generous proof of his innocence, but he was an African-American male with priors. There was no way that Oklahoma was letting him loose.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and he smiled broadly as she jumped up and hugged him tightly.

“Andre.” She barely breathed it he was squeezing her so tight.

“Deirdre.” He hugged her some more, then looked down at her. “About those dead guys in the lobby?”

“Yeah, we probably need to bury them or something.”

“Did you do that?”

“Well, yes…”

“I only have two years left! How could you do this? We’re going to be in so much trouble..”

He was getting louder and a little panicked, and she put her finger on his lips. “Things have changed, Andre. Nuclear devices that were armed with a biological agent went off all over the U.S. this morning. This place is far enough away from the fallout that we’ll be relatively safe. I am taking over escort göztepe this prison, and also a state park not too far from here, maybe two. We are going to secure this part of the State before someone else has a chance to, mostly because it’s going to be mostly safe from fallout and the virus.

He looked at her like she’d grown an extra head. She turned on the radio, and right as the other four men showed up the news confirmed what she’d told him. The looks on their faces were grim as they looked at her and at each other.

She turned it off.

“Gentlemen, I know you remember me from the County. I never lied to you. I always had your best interest at heart.”

They all nodded.

“We need to secure this prison. I need a few people to go into Poteau and obtain some things from stores and pharmacies. We’ll go together after dinner is over. I need a few more trustworthy people to help run things. That poor officer I left alive is kind of…twitchy.

The white man, the one she knew would be trouble from the first and had decided to make an example of turned toward her slowly.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Bitch, giving us orders. There are five of us and one of you! I could make you do what…”

The report of the gun sounded loudly in the room, and Deirdre casually put it back in the holster at the small of her back.

“I don’t suppose you guys know anyone good at taking care of dead bodies?”

Three of them nodded and she gave them a key out of the warden’s lockbox.

“Just get a few to dig graves, and then after that’s done let’s get everyone to the mess hall. I have a lot of explaining to do and not a lot of time to do it in.”

When the other three left, Andre looked at her.

“Is this hard for you, Deirdre?”

She gave him a level gaze. “You know me.”

He gathered her up in a hug, she had lost a significant amount of weight in the last couple of years, and his body almost swallowed hers now. She was barely visible in the hug.

“I can’t cry now Andre. There’s no time for it. We have to be hard now. Later. But if we’re going to survive, I have to be hard now.”

“Hard times are what we’re made from, Baby.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we can do this?” He stared at her. Her asymmetrical haircut. Her blue eyes, her generous lips, her now-muscular but still small frame.

“At least it’s ‘we’.”

“It’s always ‘we’ baby, since you helped me. I’m here.”

“I’m not here because you owe me, I’m here because I need someone I can trust, and I need people that know how to stick together. Honestly this is the best place next to the military, and they’re having a pretty tough time right now.”

“I can see that.”

“Also, it kinda helps to have people that are used to taking instructions. These guys at least will need a bit of guidance at the beginning, but they’ll be thinking for themselves in the way we direct them. Regular people are just running around like idiots right now trying not to die. I don’t intend for us to die.”

“At least not ’til our time, Baby.”

“Yeah, a lot of numbers got punched today. I don’t intend for our numbers to be up for a while.”

He didn’t say anything. He knew her well, and knew she was crying on the inside. One thing he’d always admired about Deirdre is that she was able to do what was necessary. He could see her logic in coming here, and he admired her casual brutality in taking control. There would be a lost little girl in her tonight, once she tried to sleep, but for now he stood behind her as people filed back in.

“Dinner is ready, Warden, and the bodies are taken care of.”

“Thank you, Gentlemen. Let’s eat.”

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Chapter Seventeen

When Garnet’s mother appeared beside her in the hot water, a shuddering sob broke from the dainty succubus’s lips. She knew her mother wasn’t dead, but seeing her body vanishing into motes had put that fear in Garnet.

Now she was alive. Well.

“Mommy!” Water sloshing around her, she threw her arms around her mother’s neck and kissed her on the side of the cheek. “You’re alive!”

“I am,” the motherly dryad said. Sviesos popped into the water nearby. Then a host of will o’ wisps appeared out of flashes of shadows. Garnet didn’t care about any of that. She just clung to her mother.

“I was so scared.” She kissed her mother again. “It was so… And… I just…”

“What is it?” whispered her mother. The dryad stroked down the succubus’s back. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing!” The words were all tangled up in the little succubus. She wanted to blurt out what she had done to the unicorn who had gored her mother, but she couldn’t. She just clung tighter to the dryad, the steam rising around them.

“Shhhh,” whispered her mother. “I know. Today was so awful. Having to fight… It was to protect our family. You, Leo, Maya, and all the monster girls. They are family.”

Maya nodded. She had poked her head above the water, all the ice melted from her flesh.

Garnet shuddered and sniffled. “They are. I just… I was so scared that…”

“Oh, my baby girl.” Mrs. Baldwin pulled Garnet down. The succubus didn’t resist her mother. She was brought to a heavy tit floating on the surface of the water, a brown nipple beading with milk.

Garnet latched on and suckled from her dryad-mommy’s teat. The rich and creamy milk splashed against the back of her throat. She loved the flavor. It was all so wonderful to feel spilling down her throat. Just an amazing delight to gulp down.

She swallowed it all. She gulped it down with hunger. She savored every mouthful of the creamy and wonderful delight. Garnet felt so relaxed as the incestuous milk soothed her. Wings fluttered, rippling the surface of the water.

A surface that was getting more and more disturbed. The wildhounds had appeared. They were yapping and squealing as they pounced on each other. Garnet could feel the sex brimming in the air. Already, one was licking at her sister’s cunt. Then the mermaids appeared.

“Oh, yes, Skela!” Maya gasped. “Ooh, you naughty mermaid. I’m going to eat your pussy, too.”

Maya vanished beneath the water to sixty-nine with the mermaid. They were licking and lapping each other. Garnet could feel it. A will o’ wisp used her lightning on a satyr which made her baa with delight. Near them, Baaghi was lapping at an ooze’s asshole.

Garnet relaxed even more. The sex brimmed around her. This is how the world could be. Passion and love and sex and big harems of sexy monster girls having lesbian orgies.

She nursed harder while her hand slid down her mother’s stomach. Mrs. Baldwin purred her delight when Garnet’s hand reached her thick pubic hair soaked by the water. The mommy-dryad parted her thighs.

Garnet’s lithe fingers found her mommy’s hot pussy.

“Ooh, yes, yes, Garnet,” purred the sexy dryad. “Such a loving daughter.”

I am! Garnet thought. That was what she had to focus on. Not that other stuff.

She gulped down more relaxing milk while her fingers rubbed up and down her mother’s folds. Then she thrust her digits into her mother’s depths. The dryad gasped, her cunt clenching down on the naughty succubus’s digits.

It was such a thrill to hear. She pumped her fingers in and out of her mother’s cunt. She suckled down all the sweet and creamy milk she could, her cheeks hollowing. Her right pigtail dangled down into the rippling water.

“Doodh!” hissed the naga. “Yes, yes, rub your pussy on mine.”

“It’s so good, Paanee!” Doodh baaed.

“Oh, that’s naughty,” barked Ci. “You’re licking my butthole Cikata.”

“Such a yummy butt,” groaned the ooze.

“I love tribbing!” gasped Sviesos. “Ooh, rub that cunt on mine, Hela. Rub that naughty, little cunt on mine!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the wildhound howled.

All those sounds were amazing. They were such a treat to hear to the succubus. She fingered her mother harder. She plunged her fingers deep and hard into her mother’s twat. That delicious snatch held her digits tight.

She worked her fingers in and out faster and ground the heel of her hand on her mother’s clit. Mrs. Baldwin gasped. Her moans echoed through the bathhouse, reverberating with the other monster girls’ gasps and moans.

“Oh, Garnet,” the mommy-dryad moaned. “Oh, your fingers. Oh, yes, yes!”

Garnet suckled hard and filled her mouth with milk. Her cheeks bulged as she kept draining out more and more. She held all she could and then ripped her mouth off her mother’s nipple. She darted up and kissed her right on the mouth.

Their tongues danced together. They traded the creamy milk back and forth. Garnet loved the feel of it spilling over her chin. escort sarıyer She thrust her fingers deep into her mother’s cunt. Her mother moaned, her pussy clenching down on the naughty succubus’s digits.

Garnet thrust her fingers in faster and faster. She rammed them in deep. She plundered her mother’s cunt and loved the squeals the dryad made. Mrs. Baldwin’s thighs clamped down around the succubus’s hand.

The dryad broke the kiss and howled, “Garnet!”

Her motherly flesh went wild around Garnet’s fingers. A big grin flashed across Garnet’s face as her mother’s head tossed. The wicked succubus loved the sight. The sound. She savored the feel of her mother’s cunt writhing around her digits.

“Kweh, heh, heh!” she chortled, not having to force it at all. “Cum, you naughty dryad-mommy!”

“I’m cumming so hard!” moaned Mrs. Baldwin. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a wicked thing, Garnet.”

“I know!”

The succubus kissed her mother again, her tail swishing behind her and churning up the water. She was so glad to love her mother. She wasn’t dead. Garnet’s big brother had saved the day. He had made everything right.

He would always make everything right. She believed that one hundred percent.

* \ * / *

Mrs. Zoe Baldwin broke the kiss with her daughter, the dryad’s orgasm reaching the peak of rapture. The dryad leaned back, panting. The warm water felt so amazing around her. The monster girls were all loving each other.

They had won. What Mrs. Baldwin had done today had been necessary. She had to keep telling herself that. Necessary.

They had fought against the forces of two evil men. The twins. She despised them. She would fight hard with her son, her daughter, Maya, and all the other monster girls. They would triumph. Mrs. Baldwin would see to it.

“Mmm, Mommy,” cooed Garnet, pulling her fingers out of the dryad’s pussy. She pulled them out of the water and popped them into her mouth. Her dark-red wings fluttered. The succubus shuddered.

“You like that, huh?” asked the dryad. “You want more of Mommy’s pussy?”

Garnet nodded, still nursing on her fingers.

“Mmm, I bet you do. But what about your pleasure?” Mrs. Baldwin licked her lips. “Don’t you deserve to cum, too? You made me feel so good, Garnet. Let me do the same.”

Garnet slid her fingers out of her mouth and gasped, “You’re passing on having me lick your yummy pussy, Mommy?”

“Not passing,” she said with a smile. “But I’m your mother, and I need to make sure my little succubus is taken care of. You’re a creature of sex now. You have to cum and cum and cum.”

“Kweh, heh, heh, I do!”

“Then sit on the edge of the pool and let your mommy devour that yummy pussy of yours.”

“Yes, Mommy!”

Garnet rose, the wet ends of her pigtails clinging to her skin. Water dripped down her body and off her wings. Her tail swished back and forth as it thrust from her tailbone. Her cute rump and hairless pussy appeared as she crawled out.

Mrs. Baldwin licked her lips at the incestuous sight.

Then Garnet spun around and sat on her butt. She spread her legs, her pussy lips parting to show off her pink depths. She leaned back on her elbows and had such a naughty gleam in her crimson eyes. It made Mrs. Baldwin shudder at how depraved it was.

Then she ducked her head down and buried her face into her daughter’s snatch. She licked at Garnet’s spicy pussy. The dryad’s tongue lapped up and down those yummy folds. She brushed the succubus’s clit.

“Yes!” squealed Garnet. “Mommy!”

“Mmm, such a yummy pussy you have,” purred the dryad, her leafy green hair spilling over Garnet’s wet thighs.

“I do have a yummy pussy!” the naughty succubus said. She had a big grin on her face. “I’m glad you recognized that, Mommy!”

“How could I fail to?” The dryad swiped up her daughter’s cunt, gathering all that spicy cream. “Mmm, that’s good.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Garnet.

The dryad licked and lapped at her daughter’s cunt. She dragged her tongue up those wonderful folds to her clit. She brushed that naughty bud, sending more shivers through Garnet. Her wings fluttered behind her.

The little succubus moaned in delight. She groaned, her head tossing back and forth as she enjoyed the licking and lapping. It was a true delight to feast at the incestuous folds of her daughter’s pussy. The dryad-mommy loved it.

“Oh, yes!” Garnet moaned. “So good.”

“Mmm, just let Mommy make you cum,” Mrs. Baldwin purred.

She thrust her tongue into her daughter’s cunt and swirled it about. Moans echoed through the bathing room. Water splashed as the other monster girls loved each other. The dryad savored her daughter’s twat, caressing those spicy folds with a nimble tongue.

The wicked dryad enjoyed feasting on her daughter’s pussy. It sent such a taboo thrill through the mother to devour this incestuous twat. It was a feat she never would have performed back in the real world. bodrum escort bayan Now she dove into it with relish.

Her tongue thrust into her daughter’s pussy. Mrs. Baldwin feasted on her daughter’s cunt with a wild passion. A wicked and wanton lust. Her hips wiggled back and forth, the water rippling around her thighs, as she ate her daughter’s delicious snatch.

The dryad loved the taste. She reveled in the forbidden delight of eating her daughter’s cunt. Garnet’s back arched, the succubus whimpering. Her wings flared wide while her thighs squeezed about Mrs. Baldwin’s head.

“Mommy,” the girl moaned. “Oh, Mommy, yes, yes, that’s wonderful. What a delight. Ooh, you’re so wicked. Kweh, heh, heh, you’re going to make your sexy daughter cum! Mommy!”

“Cum all over my face, Garnet,” moaned the dryad. “Just shower me in your cream. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mommy,” Garnet moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love you so much. Just keep licking me.”

The dryad wiggled her hips back and forth and then gasped when soft hands grabbed her butt. They were gelatinous hands. One of the oozes kneaded her ass and then parted her cheeks. The dryad trembled as the soft face pressed into her crack.

“Ooh, ooh, Philtara, eat my mommy’s asshole!” Garnet moaned. “Rim that sphincter! Kweh, heh, heh!”

“Gladly!” Philtara moaned.

The ooze licked at Mrs. Baldwin’s asshole. The wet tongue fluttered around the dryad’s puckered sphincter. She moaned into her daughter’s cunt. Her tongue thrust into Garnet’s incestuous snatch, soaking in those spicy juices as that wicked ooze licked and lapped and rimmed.

The ooze’s tongue felt so naughty on the dryad’s asshole. Her butt-cheeks clenched around Philtara’s gelatinous face. Then a thick appendage pressed on her pussy. One of Philtara’s tentacles pushed into the dryad.

The wiggling tentacle thrust into Mrs. Baldwin’s cunt. She moaned into her daughter’s twat as the thick appendage filled her cunt, undulating in her, pulsing in ways her son’s cock couldn’t. A moment later, Philtara’s tongue pushed into Mrs. Baldwin’s asshole.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as that tongue became a thick and invading tentacle, too. It stretched open her asshole and thrust deep into her bowels. It swirled around in her, licking and fucking her anal sheath at the same time. “So good!”

“Ooh, ooh, is she using her tentacles on you, Mommy?” Garnet asked, her leathery wings rustling.”

“Yes!” squealed the dryad.

She slid her fingers up her daughter’s thighs until she found Garnet’s pussy. Toes curling in the water from the tentacles fucking her cunt and asshole, Mrs. Baldwin thrust her digits into her daughter’s juicy cunt. At the same time, the dryad latched onto the succubus’s clit and sucked.

“Mommy!” gasped Garnet.

Mrs. Baldwin nursed on her daughter’s clit. She suckled with hunger, loving the feel of that naughty bud between her lips. She suckled with hunger. It was a thrill for her. A wonderful delight for her to suckle on her daughter’s clit while the wicked Philtara fucked her tentacles in and out of the dryad’s holes.

Those naughty, squirming, wiggling appendages in her asshole and pussy sent two frictions melting through her nethers. Velvety heat and silky delight swirled about in her, mixing and churning. She moaned around her daughter’s clit, sucking hard while plundering her pussy with hard thrusts of her fingers.

“Mommy! Mommy!” the wicked succubus moaned, her small titties quivering. Black pigtails swayed about her shoulders while her adorable face twisted in delight.

She’s so beautiful, the dryad thought, staring at her daughter’s face. I’m so glad I’m here. So glad to be able to love my children. A moment of longing washed through her. Crystal wasn’t here. Her oldest daughter would be so delicious to play with.

She suckled hard on Garnet’s clit while churning up the succubus’s pussy. The dryad’s own holes clenched down on Philtara’s tentacles. The ooze churned up her cunt and asshole, driving her to her orgasm while she nursed on the succubus’s clit and fingered her twat.

“Mommy! Mommy!” gasped Garnet. “I’m going to cum! Kweh, heh, heh, you’re going to make your naughty daughter cum!”

“Mmm, do it!” she moaned and then nipped her daughter’s clit with her teeth. Not hard. She knew her daughter would love it.

Garnet gasped, her cunt clenching down on the dryad’s two fingers. Wings flared wide. The succubus threw back her head and cried out in wordless rapture. Her cunt spasmed around Mrs. Baldwin’s fingers, pussy cream gushing out.

The dryad reveled in the feel of her daughter’s cunt spasming about her fingers. She loved the feeling while she thrust her digits in and out of the girl’s twat. The hot flesh rippled about her fingers. She abandoned the succubus’s clit to lap at the spicy cream gushing out around her digits.

“Mommy!” squealed Garnet.

Mrs. Baldwin shuddered, her orgasm building so fast. The tentacle-tongue escort ortaköy swirled about in her asshole while Philtara’s other appendage pumped in and out of the dryad’s cunt. She drank her daughter’s juices and swelled to her orgasm.

Her boobs swayed beneath her. She ripped her fingers out of Garnet’s cunt and sealed her lips over her daughter’s pussy. The juices poured into Mrs. Baldwin’s mouth. The forbidden and spicy cream spilled down her lips.

She gulped it down, her orgasm swelling. Her holes clenched down on Philtara’s tentacles.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mommy!” Garnet whimpered, her juices flowing. She leaned back on her hands, breathing heavily. “So good. Love you.”

“Love you,” moaned the dryad, so happy to make her daughter cum.

“You’re the best mommy!” groaned Garnet. “Just the best!”

Joy burst through Mrs. Baldwin. That sent her off. She exploded in orgasmic delight. Her pussy and asshole convulsed around Philtara’s tentacles. She enjoyed the appendages writhing around in her spasming holes.

Waves of pleasure rushed through the dryad. They flooded her mind. They spilled over her thoughts and drowned her mind. She rubbed her face into her daughter’s hairless twat and savored the ecstasy consuming her.

“Oh, god, yes!” she whimpered, her leafy, green hair spilling over her daughter’s pale thighs. “So good!”

“Yes, it is!” Garnet moaned. “Oh, Philtara, you made my mommy cum hard!”

The tongue-tentacle pulled out of the dryad’s asshole. “Mmm, it was so much fun, Garnet.”

“Yes, it was,” the dryad moaned, her body trembling through her orgasm, her pussy spasming over the other appendage. “Yes!”

Her orgasm hit that peak. She trembled, so glad to have comforted her daughter. And herself. What happened today had been horrifying. The reality of what they had faced had left wounds on her heart, but she had to be strong. For her daughter.

And for her son.

He wasn’t here. He should be. He needed to have his women love him. Then she realized Lana Fulmine wasn’t here. And she smiled. He had always had a crush on the movie starlet. That sort of boyish lust for the unattainable.

* \ * / *

Maya savored the warmth of the water as she held Skela to her. The mermaid’s lips licked at the undine’s cunt. Maya thrust her tongue into the mermaid’s cunt, savoring the honey flavor of Skela’s cunt.

What a yummy flavor, thought the undine.

Pussy had never held any fascination for Maya. She liked boys. Leo. Had liked—even loved—Leo since they were kids. Had wanted to be his wife. Now she was his monster girl, one of the special companions that he had brought from the real world to share this crazy, fantasy universe with him.

This living, breathing video game.

She found that more than enough. She was with Leo. Friends and lovers now.

She squirmed in the water, hugging the mermaid’s scaly butt in her watery hands. Maya’s tongue licked at the slit in the mermaid’s scales. Her honey-flavored pussy. The fishtail flickered before her, moving the pair ever so slightly in the heart of the hot spring.

The sounds of passion echoed around them. It radiated through the waters, the sounds lowered in octaves, but the undine could hear it with clarity. Water was Maya’s domain now. She was water. It was a new existence.

One she loved.

Skela’s tongue lapped over the watery folds of Maya’s pussy. Pleasure rushed through the undine. She shuddered and moaned, her tongue thrusting deep into Skela’s pussy. The mermaid gasped, a sing-song burst of pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” Maya said her fingers finding the other slit in the mermaid’s scales. A smaller one that hid her puckered asshole. “Mmm, and you like this, too.”

She pressed her finger against the mermaid’s sphincter. Maya caressed it as her tongue thrust into the honey-flavored depths of the mermaid’s cunt. Skela’s tail flicked. She moaned as her anal ring widened to swallow Maya’s digit.

“Yes, I do, sis!” the mermaid moaned. She, the other mermaids, and the oozes saw Maya as their honorary sister. They were all born of the Water Glyph, their origins similar even if Maya came from another universe. “Ooh, your finger feels so naughty in my butt. I can do that, too!”

The mermaid’s digits squeezing Maya’s watery ass, moved across the undine’s rippling flesh. Waves washed through the undine at all times, stirred by her movement and her emotions. A quivering one passed through her as Skela’s digits ventured into her butt-crack and found her asshole.

It’s so weird, Maya thought. I’m made of water, don’t eat or drink, and don’t have to use the restroom, and yet I have a butt. A naughty back door for wicked mermaids to thrust their fingers into.

Being an undine was both delicious and baffling for Maya.

Not that she was complaining as the mermaid’s two digits thrust into her asshole. Maya moaned, her bowels clenching down on those intruding fingers. She wiggled her digit around in the mermaid’s asshole, stirring the mermaid up while her tongue lapped at that delicious slit.

They both moaned, feasting on the other’s cunt, fingers pumping in and out of the other’s asshole. The delight mixed in Maya. Two wonderful sensations that built and built her towards her orgasm. She would have a mighty one. A big burst of ecstasy.

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◈ Chapter 157:

The scythes slashed wide and Erin only avoided their touch by flapping her wings, wings that seemed to give lift completely out of proportion with their size. Dragged back unceremoniously on her rear the succubus came mere inches from being sliced to ribbons.

She looked down at herself, surprised to see herself whole. Then she snarled, eyes flashing with anger.

“I’ve changed my mind, my intent was to accost you in your sleep each night, but now I’m going to cut off your arms and legs and make you my bed Rain, you’ll be a limbless mattress for me to sleep on, and every day and every night I will drain you, drain you until there is nothing left and I am as a god.”

“If you think you’re capable then try.”

The succubus took a step forward but paused as shadows curled up around her, a cat head amongst centipedes. A look of fright passed her gaze as she looked at the stuff, clearly recalling just what it had done to her.

“Weak.” growled Rain.

Erin screamed her outrage and lunged for Rain, darting around the dark, her hands reaching for his neck.

Rain took an easy step back, twisted, then torqued up from his hips, a massive fist smashed into Erin’s head instantly snapping her neck once again and sending her through the wall, across the street and through the building on the other side.

Rain stepped up to the hole in the wall and raised his arms, a horde of wolf teeth flung from his fur and streamed into the hole the succubus had made in the building opposite.

He tilted his head, ears twitching as he listened carefully, eyes narrowing at the dark hole across the street. He sensed nothing, although he did find the succubus had been sent through multiple interior walls. The night outside was empty and silent, the soft pitter patter of raindrops the only sign of life, the rooftops of the slums lit by the faint glow of the many coloured moon.

He waited.

Was she gone?

He was about to turn away when a red streak lunged up at him from the street below, freighting into his chest like an out of control carriage. The air was blown out of his lungs as his rib cage creaked dangerously, the sharp cold feeling of bone fracturing all he had time to register before he was launched through the ceiling, plaster, wood, and tile exploding around him as he went vertical, driven up by Erin’s rise.

He came out in the thin air above Warwick’s compound, having a high view of the square of buildings on top the flat roofs of the slums, then a higher view still as Erin rose. Was she trying the same drop tactic as in Lynthia? He wouldn’t let her have her way.

Hundreds of serrated fangs and teeth rose from his fur all over his body and began travelling in every direction, turning his fur into barbed mincer for flesh.

He was rewarded by a scream of pain and the succubus shoving him away.

Which left him far up in the air well above the compound. Not good.

He instantly retracted the fangs and teeth as huge owl wings bloomed from his back, not to flap but to catch the air even as he activated his Feather Fall Skill, everything and anything to reduce the impact.

As happened last time he couldn’t actually tell if either made any difference at all as he was just too heavy and he dropped out of the sky like a lead brick.

BOOM!

His feet hit the grass of the compound square… and then simply went through it. The grass cratered below him and he exploded through the roof and into the room below, part of the original building. He had only a fraction of a second to register it however as he plummeted down into the next room, then the next, floorboards fountain apart around his falling body.

In the end the only reason he managed to arrest his fall was the huge owl wings. They crashed against the floorboards in such a way that they supported his weight across a surface area as his body punched through, slowing him as he dropped through room and after room until he finally jolted to stop half way through a room’s floor. Black owl wings filled the room his upper half remained in even as his legs dangled in the room below.

“A much better attempt than last time Rain, but I still feel it’s a bit lacking.”

He showed up to see Erin descending down the holes he had punched down through the building, tiny wings flapping gently to keep her hovering.

“Did you think this was escort levent everything that I could summon?”

Erin had time to blink before the tiger monster he had dropped into one of the floors he had passed through pounced, lunging with a feline roar at the floating succubus.

She hissed and tried to dive out of the way as the great black tiger lunged for, claws reaching.

She almost made it, but her tail fell into the tiger’s teeth and with a snap a tail of red flesh was flying through the air, disintegrating as the tiger bit at it.

Erin flew higher, out of reach, and clucked her tongue, holding up the other half of her severed tail in one hand.

“This is the stuff that almost killed me when I tried to absorb it, it truly is quite troublesome.”

“Even for a succubus?” growled Rain, dragging himself free and onto the floorboards.

“It wouldn’t be what it is if another kind of predator could prey on it, obviously.”

As she spoke she flicked a finger on her free hand and it transformed into a talon. She swiftly and carefully sliced off the writhing tip of her tail that was still reacting to the touch of the predation and had fresh flesh bulge out from the stump, rushing forth into a freshly grown tail.

“Another kind of predator? A weaker inferior predator?” said Rain, tilting his head to the side as he looked up at her.

She lifted a hand in front of her face.

“That thing you did, with the scythes, how did it go?”

Her arm suddenly rippled, red flesh shivering as it moved from shoulder to her wrist, flesh moving out as the metacarpals that made up her palms bulged then ripped through the tops of her hands, bone expanding and growing, becoming a set of four bone white scythes on each hand, each scythe over two foot long, their edges scalpel sharp.

She examined the shapes and hummed.

“You can try get a rise out of me if you wish Rain, but trust that it will mean the removal of your eyes and ears and tongue as well as your limbs when I make you into my mattress. You will simply be a lump of blind flesh with a dick for me to become a succubus god with.”

The owl wings lying across the floor suddenly disintegrated, the huge feathers reshaping into teeth that slipped together, becoming a half dozen huge sets of bone wolf teeth reminiscent of Rain’s own.

The snapping teeth eagerly shot up at the succubus above even as Rain sprinted for the door, smashing it aside with a brush of his arm he bounced off the wall before diving for the stairwell. What had been twice repaired now took an even harder beating, steps splintering apart as Rain stormed up before diving out on the floor below the compound.

There Erin erupted from the floorboards to find Rain waiting, scythe covered fist aiming for her head.

She twisted in mid air, flipping on end, and the scythes sliced through her feet, cutting them off at the ankles.

Erin howled and dove between Rain’s legs, raking her own bone scythes into his thighs leaving cuts that ran red.

The succubus’s severed feet fell against the floorboards with a heavy thud.

Erin stared at him from across the shadowed room, breathing heavy.

“Cutting your feet off seems to have bothered you. Did you quite like your feet?”

He stared her down as a black morass emerged from his foot and he stepped on her severed flesh, disintegrating it into pools of blood.

If looks could kill the stare the succubus was giving him from the shadows should have turned him to ash on the spot.

“It must be strange for you, as a succubus, you go around draining everything you can from your prey, but with me you simply can’t do that. But, I on the other hand, can eat you just fine.”

He took a step toward her, the half dozen floating sets of wolf teeth rising up behind him.

“And when I eat you I will grow just a little bit stronger, and a little bit bigger. Does that make me a succubus Erin?

Another step.

“A succubus that preys on other succubi?”

Another step.

The sound of wriggling flesh being discarded and hitting the floorboards was his reply, then the wet slick sound of her feet regrowing.

“You know my sisters would find you unbelievably cute back in hell, we would fight to collar you as a pet. Our pet dog. But here and now I really really just want to kill escort bayan bodrum you.”

“That’s fine, I was just playing for time.

“Huh?”

The wall behind exploded as a centipedal cat headed nightmare smashed through, it’s domesticated cat head yowling its anger as centipal tentacle arms whipped through the air in a storm of death.

Erin fell back in alarm, scrambling away even as pincers came inches from snipping her neck. The floating wolf teeth behind Rain charged forward eager for the kill and with a scream of frustration the succubus flapped her wings to escape.

She shot out away from the housecat chimaera and toward the hole in the ceiling that Rain’s passage had made as he fell, angling herself up to escape into the night.

At the very last moment she shot out her arms and legs, grabbing hold of the edges of the hole with all her might and arresting her motion, slowing her inertia hugely in a fraction of a second, muscles straining to their absolute limit, her face coming inches from the net of inch thick black centipedes that criss crossed the hole.

Had she hit at full speed the net would have separated her body into diced up chunks.

She realised it now, the entire thing had been a trap from the start, Rain perhaps even intentionally allowing her to carry him up into the air, all for this singular purpose, a trap within a trap within a trap.

She screamed her outrage even as the house cat chimera and the wolf teeth bore down on her, she had nowhere to go, she was done, to become mincemeat in seconds.

So she sacrificed her scythes.

Slash slash slash, her arms moved like lighting, the living bone crashing against the thin centipedes criss crossing the hole, the living bone cutting them to pieces even as it disintegrated at the touch, bits of bones and then fingertips falling around her as she cut and cut until there was barely enough space and she wriggled through even as the wolf teeth crashed up against the net bulging it out behind her but unable to fit.

She rolled free with a gasp of fright, jumping to her feet and-

Rain flying tackled her from the side, exploding from the doorway entrance to the compound.

They came down rolling and roaring the succubus forming a set of talons from her severed fingers that she raked at his flesh with, strips of fur flinging away as she mauled at him.

With a roar of pain Rain used his over bearing strength and grabbed her arm, rising to his feet and whipping her over head to smash down upon the out door dining table turning it to splinters.

She coughed blood in the crater of shattered wood, staring up at him with pure hate.

Then he placed foot on her chest and pulled.

Erin began screaming as he pulled harder and with the grizzly wet sound of flesh parting he ripped her arm from her shoulder. Stronger succubus or not Rain was still stronger.

The succubus shoved herself away, the flesh of her shoulder already bulging and morphing as a fresh arm started to grow.

She glared at it before turning to Rain.

“You have to sleep sometime Rain, then I’ll get what I want, no matter how many times I have to do it, I’ll drain you until I’m strong enough to rip you apart with my bare fucking hands!”

With a wet fleshy sound meat sloughed from her shoulder, fresh flesh flexing in the pitter pattering rain and blood, a brand new arm.

She turned and darted into the night sky, a trail of shadowy teeth trailing after her as they freed themselves from the net.

Rain watched her go then turned as Warwick kicked open his bedroom door, still very obviously dunk by the way he had to hold onto the doorframe

“What in the fuck do you think you are doing to my home!”

“Succubus.”

“What are you blathering about?”

Rain lifted Erin’s arm and waved it vaguely in his direction. The very clearly red skinned arm.

Warwick went deathly pale, and he sobered up on the spot.

“S-succubus? In the city? In Florens?!” he took a half step forward, clearly panicking, “That means it’s been feeding on the population without anyone knowing, there are more people here than any town! How has no one noticed?!”

“She hasn’t been feeding.”

“What are you saying, of course it has, succubi rip through populations draining them to nothing just like that!” he escort fulya snapped his fingers together.

Rain shook his head. “If she has been feeding I doubt it’s been much, she has… another source.”

“What do you mean? What source?”

“Me.”

“You? You attracted it here? You put my family in danger?!”

A heavy black crossbow materialised in Warwick’s hands, and was aimed at Rain’s head.

But before he could speak further Velatha shoved passed him wearing a nightgown,

“What are you doing?” Why are you pointing that thing at him?”

“That thing attracted a succubus!”

Rain lifted the arm to show Velatha and she gasped.

“You fought it?”

“She is stronger than she was, much stronger, but she can’t beat me as long as she isn’t using weapons, armour, or shields, she can’t touch me for fear of touching my magic and nor can she drain me safely like any other leveler. But even without that I can kill her with my own claws, she isn’t as strong as me.”

“You’re talking about a freaking succubus, a succubus! You need an army, or- or some elite leveler to deal with a succubus once they start growing out of control!

He held the arm up, “I’ll deal with her if she tries again.”

“Y-you, one monster thinks they can-” Warwick shook his head.

Velatha looked Rain over, the halo of writhing predatory darkness around him slowly seeping back into his fur, “Hey just what is this you’ve brought into our home Warwick, this isn’t normal.”

“Tch, you aren’t kidding. I never would have considered it had I known, but for Pickle I-” he suddenly seemed to recall who he was standing next to and his mouth clicked closed.

“But for Pickle what, what but for Pickle? what were you about to say?”

“He was about to tell you of the deal we struck.”

Velatha turned on Rain, “Deal what deal? What is it he is hiding from me?”

“He agreed to hide us and in exchange Pickle would slit my throat with Lyra and together share the levels I am worth.”

Velatha gasped and snapped around to Warwick. “You did what?!” she hissed.

Warwick’s crossbow lowered. “Can you blame me? You know as well as I do that this thing here is worth a mountain in levels, if Pickle could kill the thing she might never need to kill another monster or ever need to go down to the dungeon for the rest of her life, she would never have to go back there.”

“She thinks he is her friend Warwick! You want a traumatised little girl who lost her entire family in the dungeon to murder one of the few friends she has made in the world?”

“Its not murder! Its not murder! Its a monster! This isn’t like Bean, this monster doesn’t count as murder!”

“Do you think she even remotely understands that?! Do you think a child understands the difference?”

Warwick’s face became grim.

“If the price of ensuring her an easy life is for her to kill her friend, then yes, I will make her do it, even if I have to guide the knife she holds into its throat.”

Smack.

Warwick staggered as hand met face, the crossbow tumbling from his fingers onto the grass.

“How can you say that!? She’s our daughter!” hissed Velatha.

Warwick touched at his cheek, already bright red. He scowled.

“I care for her, that’s why this needs to happen. If she kills it she will benefit immensely. Why are you siding with the monster!?”

Pickle suddenly ran through the door and flying tackled Warwick’s weak leg. She hit him at just the right angle so that he fell and the tiny goat child scrambled on top of the fallen man, standing on his chest as she looked down at him.

“Never.”

Warwick blinked up at her in surprise.

“But-“

She slapped a small hand over his mouth and shook her head.

“No.”

After a few moments of them stuck like that with raindrops falling around them Warwick let out a long sigh and brushed her hand away. He sat up, causing Pickle to fall from his chest.

“Fine… Pickle won’t kill the monster.” He glared up at Rain. “Was this your plan from the beginning? To ingratiate yourself with my daughter so that she wouldn’t want to do it?”

“Nothing to do with me.” gravelled Rain. “You just didn’t think through your deal.”

“Fluff good,” scowled Pickle and kicked Warwick in the knee.

“Fluff…? Gods, is that why you are so fascinated with the damned monster?” Warwick let out an irritated sigh, “This leaves me with nothing, you two do realise? I allowed this insanely dangerous monster who is apparently wanted by not only the nobility but by a succubi too into my home for what? What was the point in all of this?!”

“Fwend.” said Pickle flatly.

Warwick buried his face in his hands and groaned.

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Author’s note: This story takes place at the same time as the events in Drug Trials, Ch. 2. It focuses on Dr. Rex Whitman’s perspective.

*

Dr. Rex Whitman sat down in front of the screen that showed home what was going in Dr. Avila’s latest experiment. As a corollary to the more scientifically controlled experiments that she ran, she and Dr. Whitman had an informal agreement that she was allowed to dose him with drugs (or placebos) at certain times and places. In his office while observing her experiments was one of those times. Thus, Rex was genuinely uncertain if the tiny vial of liquid he was pouring into his coke was a drug or not. He would find out shortly.

Rex sat back, interested but not really aroused as he watched the young man—Jerome Stallings—strip off his clothes and lie on the examining table. From his body language, the young man clearly found Dr. Avila attractive, even before he imbibed the liquid that may or may not be an aphrodisiac. Dr. Whitman glanced at his notes. In today’s trial, it was an aphrodisiac, though neither Dr. Avila nor Jerome Stallings knew that.

The true nature of the drug revealed itself shortly, with the young man developing an impressive erection quickly and the young man showing a high level of arousal after only a few escort cihangir strokes from Dr. Avila. Dr. Whitman also found himself growing hard, very hard. It was normal for him to develop an erection while watching his colleague fuck their test subjects; he was drawn to this line of research for a reason. But, similar to the young man he was observing, Rex’s level of arousal had risen much faster than would be expected from the level of stimulus thus far. He was drugged; he knew it. He felt his heartbeat quicken as blood rushed to his engorged member. He felt himself grow even harder and more aroused as Dr. Avila stripped. He had seen her naked body many times and, while always impressive, the sight alone didn’t usually bring him to this level of arousal. He unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself. He found himself watching the young man’s face and engorged member while he masturbated as much as he watched Dr. Avila, even though he was usually more attracted to women. His excitement grew as he watched the college student wiggle and thrust into the air desperately while Cecilia masturbated in front of the young man. When Jerome’s face contorted and his body spasmed with what would normally be an orgasmic release, Dr. Whitman escort bodrum lost control. He spurted cum all over his desk.

He had closed his eyes in the moment of release but when he opened them, the young man evidently still had not come. Jerome’s expression had begun to look a little desperate, a sentiment that Rex Whitman remembered well from his own experience with the drug that was being tested. The young man’s cock had grown larger. At the sight of the young man still obviously aroused and the mischievously lustful look on Cecilia’s face, Rex Whitman felt his cock begin to swell once more. Rex moaned as he watched Dr. Avila begin to stroke Jerome’s cock and play with his asshole. When she entered Jerome with the dildo and began thrusting into the young stud, the combined sight of her moaning and the young man’s throbbing cock raised his level of arousal even higher. He matched the speed of his hand to the rhythm of the fucking he was watching. He watched as the young man arched his back and pushed backwards into Cecilia’s dildo, face contorting as the sensations became more than he could bear. Rex also lost control at that moment and climaxed again. This time the semen mostly landed on himself.

Another look at the screen escort etiler showed that actual orgasm had still evaded Jerome, who was now close to tears from the frustration. Cecilia also had a hot and bothered look in her eyes as she eyed the young man’s now gigantic cock with obvious lust. Rex’s cock stirred yet again. He grew even harder as Jerome began to pump into Cecilia’s wet pussy from behind. Once again, he found himself mimicking the rhythm of the couple onscreen with his own hand. The look on Cecilia’s face as the huge cock impaled her made him moan. When her movement became suddenly more frantic and she cried out in orgasm, Rex’s cries matched hers, and, a second later, Jerome’s cries as well. He felt his cock convulsing for the third time that day, shooting cum out onto the monitor of his computer screen.

He collapsed back into his chair after that last orgasm. His scientific mind began to analyze what he had just experienced. There clearly had been an aphrodisiac in his drink. It seemed to cause him to mirror the levels of arousal he saw the others exhibit. When he observed what looked like the onset of an orgasm, it triggered his own climax, even if poor Jerome didn’t find the same release right away. How long would the drug be in his system for? Was it still there? He suspected it was. While his erection had subsided, he still felt more…alert and ready than he normally would after climax. He was pretty sure he could go for another round given the right stimulus.

Dr. Cecilia Avila walked in. She was still naked. Rex smiled. He might get a chance at that fourth round after all.

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To all,

Due to the interest in this series, here is Chapter 20. My apologies to those that focus on a certain aspect of these stories, this one has no sex. Sorry, just did not squeeze it in. Promise to do better in the future…😊

It’s time to get back into space. Bureaucrats will start to creep in on the ground on both series. It is inevitable in the reaches of human societies. Cockroaches, bureaucrats and at least one accountant to keep track of them, will rule the world for all eternity.

Us explorers, artists, and adventurers, only hope to leave an acknowledged smudge on history.

Any aliens, real or imagined, are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.

I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and enjoying them.

As we enter and play in this year of 2021, please stay safe and sane.

Part 20

***

El frowned but did as directed. She was shocked but there they were. Two small scout ships and one the size of a destroyer all outlined in a fuzzy output display.

“They think they are invisible, but they are mistaken. It’s our little secret among the smugglers.” The captain paused and swung his chair around to look at El’s station. He had a plasma weapon laying in his lap.

“Think of this and the next two days as a gift to your Lord Drew. And welcome to my ship, Intelligence Officer Electra. Your partner in your little adventure should be stowed in your cabin about now.” El flicked he eyes and saw other bridge crew with weapons drawn.

“What? Do your think that you were the only one to have secret contacts in Earth’s intelligence communities?” the smuggler captain commented while smiling.

“I am offering a deal. I want us and the other smugglers…well all that want to, to be legitimate. To be an independent merchant class, to come and go from Cat space freely. We wish to expand with it and grow beyond our current loose affiliations.” He paused, “In exchange, you will receive the information we have about what has happened in this sector and what we see as the natural outcome. Plus, I believe our partnership will have other benefits, since the Cats do not have a merchant marine fleet.’

He paused again, “I know of you and your reputation. The main reason you are not floating dead in space is because I know you fed the Earth space forces incorrect data and so saved countless smuggler ships and spacers. So now Electra, what say you? Will Lord Drew talk of sharing his space with lowly smugglers?”

El just smiled and responded, “Its El but you already know I hate the name Electra, don’t you? As for the main question, yes, I have already been authorized to negotiate with you ‘lowly smugglers.’ Now either take me back to your cabin and let me fuck you to death, or open hailing frequencies and let’s see where the next two days take us.”

***

Drew sat on the foundation looking down the valley. It had been quite a while since he had sat on this same piece of concrete contemplating life. The last time ended in revenge.

This time, for renewal and hopeful insight.

He could feel their presence. And he knew that that they knew, and so on. The large male came up behind him and Drew could feel his exhale. The skin and hairs at the base of Drew’s neck stood on end and goose bumped accordingly.

The large male came to stand beside him. He was magnificent. He was the younger pup that had growled before at Drew during their first meeting. He had later replaced the huge silverback…when it was time. He was now huge, and easily matched his sire in size and strength. The large male Alpha sat beside Drew as the silverback had done before.

Drew slowly reached up under his neck and they made their connection. Drew found the same contradiction inside the younger alpha as he had from the older male. Having to breech eons of Darwinist drive to sit with a human and allow a sharing…instead of attacking and feeding. The younger Alpha knew that the survival of the pack was because of Drew. He may not have had the language to express it, but deep down, the Alpha and the pack knew.

They knew that there was a symbiotic relationship between this odd group of creatures that lived in their strange above ground caves, and the survival and growth of the pack. Drew was taken aback how easy it was to just sit and watch the sun rise over the mountains next to this prime predator. The smell of pine, the wolves and the mountain were refreshing.

He had left the Cat home-world the day before. With the ability of DB, he traveled to warn Earth of what they had found out about the ‘Damned.’ They were headed this way, due to the natural resources of this planet. The same reasoning the Roaches had for their venture. That and a plethora of overfed, soft, meek, feeding stock…humans.

The refurbished Compound was the easy destination. Others could travel here and not have the eavesdropping of the press. Elsa and Adrian had moved all the earth-bound ex-slaves kağıthane escort to the compound once the illegal slavery operations had become public. Very public, much to the embarrassment of multiple governmental officials from multiple countries.

Drew’s fear and loathing of transitioning had been palatable, but with DB’s quickness and guidance he has arrived at the Cat Compound on Earth with only a minimum of sickness. He was pleased with its rebuilding and resurgence as a place of peace and safety on Earth for all species.

Elsa and a large pack of lawyers had been needed to bring things back to parody after they left for Cat space. There had been moments of known vigilante and vandalism against the Compound from ‘unknown’ sources while under the oversite of his father. But when Drew had defeated and embarrassed the Northern Alliance fleet, the NA had wrecked the compound on purpose.

Luckily, they were stupid enough to do it with uniformed troops, so the lawyers had a field day. Never admitting to culpability, they paid and paid dearly. They never did quite understand the tech, but all the damage was recorded and transmitted for evidence. The NA found nothing because Drew knew what his past countrymen were capable of. They just found empty caverns, and more empty caverns under the beautiful compound buildings.

Now the compound was surrounded by a double layered 12-foot-high fence system, sensors galore, drone patrols and lack of satellite observance. Drew had to smile at that one. Each time they tried to place a satellite over the compound, it went missing. Accusations were made and scoffed at. The replacement cost was so prohibitive that they finally gave up.

And the wolves were provided for. Secret tunnels led under the fence to a breeding cavern within the compound. Ground based security was not needed in the compound at night, because the compound belonged to the wolves in the dark. The symbiotic relationship was good for all species.

The sun finally cleared the top of mountain and shafts of strong light filled the glade in front of the tower foundation. Drew was about to stand when he felt the male shift. Drews head was lightly shoved and a she-wolf trotted out with a pup in her mouth. She gently laid the mewing pup at his feet and there was a menacing growl. The she-wolf then backed away showing fear of the Alpha.

Drew picked of the female pup and noticed that the coloring was different, more of a splotch pattern verses normal Wolf coloring. He looked into the eyes of pup and saw one blue, one brown. Drew slowly placed his hand one the Alpha. Drew felt more that heard the concept…mongrel.

The rest of the litter had not survived the ire of the pack. But this female pup was a gift, like Goldie had been before. Drew stood, mewing pup in arms, and bowed his head to the Alpha. Within seconds he was alone with the pup in the clearing.

“What shall we call you little girl?” Drew asked while looked at the mismatched eyes. He knew the answer, let the women in his life make the decision. He may be male, but he was not completely stupid.

***

Drew knew it was time to go in. He just did not want to. He was sitting on his old porch, outside his old suite in the compound watching the children romp in the playground he had help construct so long ago. The children had found the yipping pup and asked to keep her busy while he did his adult thing. They had named her too, once they found out that he was somehow tied to the famous Lady Target. So ‘Lady’ was his new family member. He must therefore be the ‘tramp.’ After hundreds of years, Disney, and Shakespeare, never seemed to fade away.

He got up and walked through his suite, down the corridor and into the large meeting room. So much had happened in this one large room. Life, adventure, and death all originated between these solid wood walls. He turned and looked, and his Claymore sword still hung on the wall behind the chair at the end of the long table. He put forth a sigh, the representatives were already arguing.

It was too early in the morning to start drinking so he just sauntered over to his old chair at the end of the table and sat down. The arguing participants ignored his presence for a moment and then the arguments began to faulter.

Drew looked up from his pad finally when he felt he had made his point and slowly looked at the faces at the table.

“Don’t stop arguing because of me. I can use the time to schedule all of my people to be pulled off planet.” He looked back at his pad trying to make them uncomfortable.

Elsa rolled her eyes and stayed silent, always the good diplomat.

“You want me to pull my ships away from protecting our colonies at Ganymede and Callisto to go chase boogeyman? What will protect our claims against these upstart federations that want to stake their own claims?” asked the NA representatives while looking at the representative of the Pan-Asian istanbul escort consortium.

The table reacted in more squabbles. Drew loudly slid back his chair and turned to pull the huge Claymore off the wall and return to the table. He took a two-handed grip and swished the blade back and forth a couple of times and then dropped it in the middle of the table with a huge clatter.

The Russian federation representative spun on him in mid word.

“Is this a threat to us Sir Drew or whatever your title is?” he asked. The woman representative from the Pan Asian consortium was half out of her chair before the sword could settle itself on the table.

“Threats with an ancient weapon are not acceptable on Earth. You have been gone too long or gathered improper values on the rough world you call home.” She stated while trying to stand taller than her 4’10”.

Drew just took a deep breath and thought about what to say, but as usual, he just let it come out.

‘My apologies, I was not threatening you. I just want to make sure I do not leave it behind again. It was a gift from a dear friend. It does have its uses, but threats are not one of them. The blade still has the blood of the last…Being…I used it on. It is not used for threats but bring closure to an argument.” Drew paused choking up a bit and took a deep breath to steady his nerves in front of these…’Guests.’

“I would normally clean the blade after such a use, but I wanted to remind myself of the finality of death. She was someone I loved dearly,” Drew paused looking at Elsa and then down at Tiffany’s dried blood still staining the blade, guard, and pommel. “I hope to never use it again, but if it means protecting of ones I love? Well, I’d burn this planet to the ground before I allow those that I love to be hurt by your inability to make decisions.” Drew stopped and took and huge breath and let out a sigh.

“I came to warn you, in person, so you would know that it is real. Plus, I wanted one last look at the Compound before we pull everyone out. If you do not believe me. Send a ship. They are building up forces in the ‘Seven Sisters’, the Greeks called the cluster the ‘Pleiades.’ Its 450 light years from here and visible by the naked eye. If you want to find it, look along Orion’s belt past Aldebaran. You can see the damn thing from your porch. It’s a short jump to Earth.”

“We handled the roaches last time. We can handle this fight again to protect Earth,” stated the representative from the NA.

“We? Who is ‘We’? What type of revisionist history are you living in? What type of bullshit are you telling each other?” Drew had to pause because he was about to lose his temper and kick everyone out.

“The Roaches were beaten by mistake. Actually, a whole series of bungled mishaps that all cumulated in a victory.” Drew paused again and started to sort of giggle. “After the Elder fleet ran away from the approaching Roach horde. With I think, some of your ships following their asses out of system? My dad decided to commit suicide. But he decided to do it with style.”

Drew just smiled with a huge grin on his face, “Dad took a crewman with him that later became his mate, but that’s another story,” Drew stopped because someone harrumphed when he said mate, it came from the NA section of the table.

“Still having issues with interspecies mating?” Drew commented and shook his head.

“Oh, where was I? Oh yes saving Earth. So, my father and his mate Kay were taking an old Elder destroyer and committing suicide by planning to ram the destroyer into the roach hive mother ship. At that same time, I decided to join my father in his wild stupidity. I took a rowboat up into space to keep the roach bombers busy and keep them from seeing the old broken-down Elder destroyer. I also had a crewman with me. Later to be my mate.” Drew took a deep breath, “This is her blood on the sword, a really long story I will not speak of now.”

He looked at all the wide-open human eyes at the table that flicked between the sword and Drew.

“Then something really crazy happened. The Elder AI came back alive on the Elder destroyer and violated its protocols. It agreed to disobey a direct order from the head Elder and join them on committing suicide. My dad named the AI ‘Hal’ after an earth Vid from long ago. Insane Hal then dumped the wounded Kay and Dad out into space before the impact and flew the ship into the roach mother ship by itself, recording all for posterity.” Drew paused.

“God it sounds so crazy and impressive, but I assure you it wasn’t. It was scary as hell. My little ship killed all the roaches we could. We got damn lucky until the dreadnought showed up and blew us to pieces. But we got in one last kick and got lucky again.”

Drew was angry at this point and decided to make his final point.

“I am not sure who this ‘WE’ was that destroyed the Roaches. But since I am related to all the ‘WE’s, I assume you were not referring çapa escort to some stranger. And the title is LORD Drew to you. I earned the honorific, use it carefully in the future, if you have a future.” Drew was surprised how he seethed under the watchful stare of the others in the room.

“I am pulling all of my people and as many of the ex-slaves that wish to go. I will make my own plans and you had better pull your heads out of your bureaucratic asses. Just like with the Roaches, these beings are coming with a purpose. To take Earth and use you for food stock.” Drew paused again to regain his nerves. He had forgotten how angry he got at sheer stupidity.

“As the old saying goes, you can’t fix stupid. But the new adage should be ‘But Godzilla can stomp it into the ground.” Drew kept having to pause and collect his thoughts. It was aggravating him.

“One more warning and comment. All the slaves can go, ex or not. If any person or group have kept prize trophies hidden, they are to release them now! The secret is out.” And with that he reached into his satchel and tossed a stack of letters on the table, each with the name of a different political group.

“You think Godzilla is vengeful, wait until you meet my mate and her niece! Have all the slaves here within a week, because if we have to come looking for them, someone is going swimming in the oceans of the Cat Home world.”

***

“Not no, but FUCK no! That creature is not coming to live here, in this house with me and children? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Target barked at Drew.

Drew was bright enough to let her blow off steam for a few minutes. He heard her muttering from the small in suite kitchenette. It was times like this he was reminded she was a spacer and had the temper and language to go with her past livelihood.

“Just remember you were not happy with Hoppy coming to stay with us. You were not exactly thrilled with our four-legged friends bouncing around the house, but now you miss them. She is just another ambassador like Hoppy,” countered Drew.

“Don’t you fucking dare! You are asking me to agree to a two-meter cockroach coming to share our house. One of the same creatures that killed most of my spacer family and gave me this shiny eye!” Target responded becoming even more agitated if that was possible.

“As the Cats did to me and mine, my love. Yet I came to love them, be part of the Pride and lead them into a new life.” Drew responded.

“That’s only because you could fuck them…” she just continued to fume for a moment longer.

“OH OK, but if the ‘ambassador’ twitches one antennae at the children…” Target stated throwing up her arms.

Drew forcefully pulled her into a hug with a kiss on her head between her fuzzy ears.

***

A small ship sat in empty space. It was not much to look at from the outside. Other than a few odd markings and some strange protuberances, it was a basic medium size shuttle with a shark’s mouth and eyes painted on it.

“Welcome to near Earth space. Please state your intentions.” The little ship broadcast. There was continued silence both in and out of the little ship.

‘We are broadcasting to %&*$%#$ ships directly in front of us. Please respond. We do not wish to take offensive action,” stated the ‘Mouse that Roared’ now formally named the ‘Royal Cat.’

The seven ‘Damned’ ships popped into visible space and opened fire. The little ship was bathed in multiple spectrums of light and energy.

“That was impolite,” responded Drew from inside the little ship. He sounded calm but had almost pee’d himself as he saw the shield power signals almost fade out. ‘Thank god for Kay and her home-schooled engineering on the small craft.’ Drew thought.

There was silence.

“Surrender” came a translation from the lead of the other ships.

“Um…well…No,” Drew responded.

There was a silent standoff.

“Since we seem to be having a miss-communication. Please let me clarify.” There was a pause while Drew pulled up his preprepared speech on his tablet.

“You have entered our space with the intent of colonizing this solar system. We wish to inform you that we do not accept your request to be colonized. But we wish to offer our friendship and offer to assist you with all medical issues that we have at our disposal.”

“Do you accept this offer of friendship and cooperation?” Drew finished and looked over at El and her rolling of her eyes at what she had been calling ‘human stupidity’ for weeks. Drew just shrugged as the energy bath from the Damned ships started up again.

As he was being shaken by the blasts to the ship, he just shrugged and stated, “I promised to read the damn thing…ok?”

The firing stopped and there was just this tiny ship, nose to nose with the seven much larger ships.

“My turn?” El asked. Well, it was not really a request, but it was as close as she was going to get to being ‘polite.’

“Just remember the world is watching and listening El,” Drew commented. El just looked at him, scowled and shrugged.

She stood and talked directly to the ships AI. “Visual comm on, broadcast with prearranged frequencies.”

The front of the interior of the ‘mouse’ became a Vid screen and the bridge of the Damned ship was visible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whew! That was close! I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to leave?” I asked,

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

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

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

“So do I” I replied holding her closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the other one who caused him to stare.

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

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

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

He thought about it and chose his next words carefully.

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

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

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

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

“Danes?” he asked, “Are you Danes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was aware that they awaited his answer.

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

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

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

I needed the coins, so, …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was gone the next moment and Annikki groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The difference over the misunderstanding,” he smiled.

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

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

He pointed to himself, “Taran.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here.”

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

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

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

Louhi looked up, “Innse, … island?”

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

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

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

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

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

He drew a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Should you by some strange chance read this story.

Thank you Lucky-Lady.

CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does that answer your question?”

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

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

Doug and Robyn both nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Unfortunately not, the aging process continues unimpeded”

Robyn shook her head a couple of times and said.

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

That tinkle of laughter again and the first woman explained.

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

“Do you have any further questions?”

“What are your names?” asked Robyn.

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

She sent a thought containing the name of their planet.

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

“Place of Astrafonism” he replied.

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

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

With that the two women disappeared.

Robyn and Doug stared at each other.

“What do you think Robyn?”

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

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

Robyn thought for a moment or two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The suitcase and the four people disappeared.

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That’s odd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So it raped you as well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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