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© Antidarius 2020

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

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

Chapter 4: Ascending to The Heights

P: 24 M: 28 S: 16

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–Day Four: Sunday, 23rd May, 1999–

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

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

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

“Yes, Jake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jake? It’s Debbie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that’s me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@~>~~~

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

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

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

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

“That was so creepy.” Cley shuddered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it.” Jareth smiled at her.

@~>~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?!”

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

“I said who are you!?”

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

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

“Where?” Ana demanded.

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

“WHERE!?”

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

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

++++++++++++

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ana simply smiled.

++++++++++++

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Point taken.

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

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Deathless Reign

Chapter 8

By: Noobwriter96

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Whisper laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seems his promise of corruption was no idle threat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I do now.”

“Do you know why?”

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“I am with you there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rowan turned to the sorcerer and grinned a bit.

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

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

“The heat only makes my clan stronger though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s good.” Torrence replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Torrence nodded and turned to the monitors.

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah!” shouted Verdius.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone else nodded and Lagina led the way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This earned a bright smile from Galeena.

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

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

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

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Author’s Notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bastard,” Danica whispered when the door closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Leaning across the bed to kiss her husband goodbye, Amy noticed her own naughty scent still clinging to his chin. “How lazy,” she thought, “I really need to teach Mike how to clean up after sex.” Fortunately for him, there was no time for admonishment this morning. She had a big meeting with the CEO in less than an hour and a crucial dinner with clients tonight. Besides, Mike had been so enthusiastic. It’d be a shame to discourage him when he was trying so hard to improve.

Kissing Mike on his forehead, Amy gently reminded him to get up and get ready for work. Then she grabbed her keys, straightened her skirt, and checked the mirror one last time.

She was pushing 5’6″ in heals, and her dark hair fell perfectly over her shoulder. It took a full day at the mall, but she’d found the perfect blouse for the big meeting today. She needed something that looked professional but dipped in the front to show just the right amount of cleavage to get the CEO’s attention. She needed him laser focused on her, but not too distracted by the work her 34E push-up bra was doing.

Turning her hips, Amy mused that she still wanted to lose 5 more lbs, but she was damn close to her target weight. Her ass was practically a shelf in this tight pencil skirt, and that was also by design. She wanted the CEO paying attention even when her back was turned. Simply put, she had to be perfect today. This would be her first big meeting since being promoted and nothing could be allowed to mess it up or distract her.

With a glance over her shoulder, Amy’s thoughts strayed to the less than satisfying experience last night. She had wanted to relax and get her mind off of work, so Amy put on the black garter belt and fishnet stockings that always made Mike so excited. Lowering the lights, she sauntered into the living room, stepped between Mike and the TV, and slowly bent over so her ass was pointing directly at his face. “Take them off with your teeth,” she had practically commanded.

Mike loved having her undergarments in his face. She could always turn him on like a dog in heat, but the fun usually ended there. Predictably, last night was yet another disappointment. He was a kind man who excelled at foreplay, and he was a genius with his tongue and hands. Still, sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked. “Oh well,” she thought, “Mike is such a sweet and attentive husband, but what am I supposed to do if he can’t stay hard or fuck hard?”

Resolutely putting it out of her head, she shifted her blouse one last time, and headed in to the office.

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As soon as the door shut, Mike opened his eyes. He’d been awake for an hour or so, listening to Amy shower and thinking about last night. Those fishnet stockings had been discarded on the foot of the bed, but he didn’t dare touch them until her car rumbled down the street.

Mike had a very deep and extremely private secret. As a teen, he’d had a healthy obsession with porn. In fact, he’d exclusively indulged in lesbian porn. What could be finer than two women coming together, soft satin lingerie covering smooth and sensual curves, red lips kissing pink nipples, and silky panties pulled down by immaculately manicured nails? He sometimes watched the porn so intently that he forgot to masturbate.

Then, one desperate afternoon, Mike stumbled across a site full of vintage porn pictures. The women were lovely and natural, and the men were tall and hard. Most importantly, they looked real and genuine. They were authentic. Modern porn was fake and ridiculous by comparison.

One particular imagine caught his eye. A beautiful, petite, dark haired woman sucking a man’s cock and staring up into his eyes. Something about the look on her face fascinated him. She looked so vulnerable and satisfied all at once. Without a conscious reason, he imagined himself in the woman’s place. She was obviously in heaven, and he desperately wanted to understand that bliss.

Before he knew what was happening, Mike had cum all over himself while holding his mouth open in a wide O shape. He was imagining soft black hair curling down over his shoulder. He could feel the blue nighty slipping down to shyly expose soft perky breasts. Sitting in his own sticky mess, Mike couldn’t move or stop thinking about that simple act of looking beautiful and pleasuring someone else. That was the afternoon Mike became obsessed with lingerie and cross-dressing.

Feeling shame and humiliation, he resolved to never look at that site again. When that failed, he resolved to hide his obsession from everyone.

Today, Mike called in sick for work in order to give himself all day to play with Amy’s wardrobe. Last night’s display had been too much. He was going mad thinking about the sight of Amy’s thong peeking out from under her garter belt and the fishnets hugging her thighs just under her buttocks. The way everything slid over her hips as she moved had sealed it. He had to replicate those seductive moves.

Getting in the shower, he decided to do more etiler escort bayan than shave his legs. He needed to be smooth all over. Today was going to be truly special. He could also try on the makeup he’d been collecting here and there for months. Today was going to be truly special.

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Kicking her feet up on her desk, Amy couldn’t help but smile. The meeting had gone well, and the CEO was impressed with the way she presented herself. She had a green light for a new project! Sliding her hands down her chest and over her round hips, she thanked this new lucky outfit. “No, power outfit,” she corrected herself.

Of course, the most important part would happen tonight. She needed to seal the deal over dinner with the clients. The presentation, the charts, and the projections were all fine and good, but at the end of the day, the clients were buying her. Dinner would be the test. Tonight, she would have to perform like she had never performed before.

Still the presentation had gone off without a hitch, and after a few hours responding to emails, Amy decided she deserved a rest before dinner. Mike would be at work, and hell, she still needed to get off. A quick round with her favorite vibrator would be just the thing to help her relax.

Before long, Amy was kicking off her heals and stepping on the accelerator, heading for home.

——————

Mike had gone a little overboard today. After the shower, his whole body was perfectly smooth. He tried on the fishnets and garter belt, and they felt amazing on his skin. But when he looked in the mirror, he was so disappointed. Everything was perfect from the waist down, but his upper half needed help.

An hour later, he returned home with a convincing black wig of shoulder length hair. The curls bounced when he shook his head, and he practiced flipping his hair in front of the mirror over and over. Then he pulled out his secret makeup bag and fell into a trance as he applied foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, liner, and blush.

When everything looked just right, he put on the garter and stockings over some panties he’d fished out of Amy’s hamper. Then he tried on every single dress in her closet.

Eventually, he found a dark violet dress with an empire waists that came down to mid thigh. The top wrapped around his neck and let him stuff the bust area, creating the perfect illusion of breasts. He squeezed them in the mirror a few times and realized the image staring back at him was one hell of a sexy woman.

He was nearly 5’9″ barefoot, and he was dying to order some heals to practice walking in. Shockingly, his face didn’t look familiar at all. It was soft and feminine, framed by beautiful dark locks of hair. His body swayed alluringly, and he realized his awkwardly broad hips were killing it in the dress he picked out. He actually got a little wet after turning around and seeing his amazing ass. “Yes yes yes,” he thought, “she will do very nicely.”

Flipping his new black curls to one side, Mike decided a striptease was in order. He looked for the skankiest song in his music collection. He wanted something hot and dirty to dance to. Cranking the volume, he started swaying his hips and staring into the mirror.

—————

“Oh damn,” Amy thought, “what was Mike’s car doing here?” Sitting in the driveway, she realized he was going to ruin her plans for a relaxing afternoon. She sat in the car for a solid five minutes debating on whether to go inside or head to a coffee shop.

“No,” she said to herself, “I deserve to relax in my own home!” She had other options, of course, but the injustice was too much. Rattling the keys back and forth in her hand, she thought “Besides, I want to see if he’s sick or just being a lazy ass.”

As Amy thrust her key into the lock, she paused to notice an odd sound coming from inside. “I knew he was goofing off,” she thought. Determined to catch him in whatever the hell he was wasting his time with, Amy tip-toed up the stairs as quietly as possible. The music was getting louder, and she could feel the floor gently shaking. Not knowing what to expect, she peeked around the corner into their bedroom.

—————–

“Oh fuck, no no no no,” Mike thought. “This can’t be happening, please no.”

Mike couldn’t believe what he saw. Bent over in front of the mirror, he had just pulled the dress up to expose scant pink panties hugging his smooth ass. He had been practicing flipping his hair back and looking over his shoulder while keeping his back arched. The move was surprisingly difficult, but it made his ass look amazing.

Suddenly, without warning, Amy was there. Her reflection glared at him in the mirror. She was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, and staring right into his reflection. There was no hiding this or laughing it off. He was too scared to look away and too ashamed to turn around and face her. Absolutely frozen in shame, dread filled him from head to toe.

“When pendik escort bayan I saw your car in the driveway,” Amy started, “I thought you were sick or maybe you were goofing off today.” She gave him a pitying glare. “I don’t even know what to say about this… this…” she faltered. “I come home and catch you in my dress? My stockings? My panties?”

Her cold voice made him want to shrivel up and disappear. What could he do? What could he say? The secret he had hidden since he was a teen was finally out, and it was even more humiliating than he had always feared.

Head hung with shame, Mike pulled the dress down over his ass and tried to stand up straight. His knees were weak, and his legs were still crossed and off balance. He absently smoothed the dress while trying to meet Amy’s eyes in the mirror.

“How long has this been going on?” Amy asked sternly, but Mike wasn’t able to move a muscle. “Are you trans, or maybe gay?” she continued. Mike wanted to respond, to simply shake his head, but he was too dazed and too confused.

“Okay… well, just tell me what you were doing just then,” said Amy.

“I um… I…” Mike finally mumbled.

“Wasn’t that the move I did last night?” Amy cut in. “I’m surprised you do it so well, it’s not easy,” she said as she slowly walked up behind him.

She was teasing him, and Mike could feel his masculinity slipping away with every word. He had never felt so small and powerless. With flaming red cheeks, he finally managed a weak “Yeah” in answer to her question.

“You must get a lot of practice,” Amy said, “and your hair looks lovely.” Amy was standing beside him now and staring into his eyes through the mirror. “Mike, I hope you’ve noticed that I’ve decided to be extremely easy going about this,” said Amy.

“What? Well,” Mike started.

“I have a big dinner with clients tonight,” Amy cut in again, “and I can’t afford to get angry now. You can see how this situation might make me angry, right?”

“Yes, of course, I’m so sorry, Amy,” said Mike. His mind was finally catching up with the shock of being caught. “This is so embarrassing. I’ll never… I don’t…” Mike stammered and pleaded, unable to meet her eyes in the mirror. “Can we pretend this never happened?”

“Hah, nooooo,” laughed Amy. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him to look at her. “This changes everything,” she said with such confidence that amike’a shoulders dropped in her hands. “Well, you can hardly expect me to forget something like this,” said Amy. Taking a slow deep breath, she continued, “But right now, I need to stay calm. I have a big dinner tonight, and I need to feel relaxed so I can be charming as fuck,” she finished through clenched teeth. Taking another breath, Amy slowly relaxed her jaw. “Got it?” she breathed.

Feeling his shame mounting and multiplying, Mike tried to turn away, but he was confused and still off balance. He stumbled and would have fallen, but Amy stepped in to steady him. “Whoa, sweetie,” she said suddenly concerned, “let’s get you to bed.” That one frail moment seemed to have restored a sense of companionship to the room. If anything, this confused Mike even more. “You’ve had a shock and you need to lie down for a minute,” said Amy, and Mike could only nod in agreement.

Amy guided him to the bed and helped swing his legs up. “Wow, you shaved,” she remarked, “and you’re really smooth. Your ankles could use some attention though. Don’t worry, they’re tricky to navigate.” She was back to teasing, and he couldn’t read her emotions at all.

“Um thanks, I uh…” Mike stammered. He tried to think of a response but couldn’t focus. Instead, he wondered how long he’d been wearing this dress in front of his wife. Had it been seconds or hours? He kept bracing for the D word to come up. The thought of losing her and being exposed at the same time left him completely paralyzed.

Amy sat on the bed near the pillow and looked down into Mike’s eyes. “Just relax honey. Relax and listen, because I get it,” said Amy. Her voice was soft and soothing. “Everyone has kinks they’re ashamed of. You obviously get off on dressing up as a woman.” She was stroking the curls of his long black wig. “I mean, you hear about men doing this kind of thing, but you have to know this isn’t normal, sweetie,” said Amy.

Mike looked down and nodded, but Amy lifted his chin. “You think I don’t have secrets?” She asked. “What if I told you that sometimes I touch myself in public?”

Mike was shocked. “Who is this woman?” he thought.

Amy continued, “Yeah, it’s true. I almost did it today. No one has ever caught me, but I really get off on the idea having my secret orgasms in public.”

Mike couldn’t believe his ears. His sweet wife had always been so proper and prim. He never would have guessed she enjoyed being naughty in public! It scared him that she might have strong sexual desires he didn’t know about. It scared him, but it was also thrilling in a strange way.

“This taksim escort bayan thing you’re doing, dressing up,” Amy said, “maybe that can be our secret. Would you like that? Would you like it if we shared a sexy little secret?”

No, this couldn’t be real. It was clear from the look in her eyes that he’d never regain the masculinity he lost today, yet she offered him this silver lining. He could at least save face in public. Slowly, he realized that it also meant she may accept this side of him.

“Oh Amy,” Mike breathed.

“Sweetie,” Amy cautioned, “I need you to know how difficult this is for me. I don’t know what to do with you like this.” She reached out to pluck the fabric over his chest. “To be honest, I don’t know how to treat you anymore. Is this a cry for help? Are you the wife now? Am I even still attracted to you?” She asked. Taking another deep breath, she looked down into Mike’s eyes. “I don’t know, but maybe… maybe we needed something like this,” she finally said. Absentmindedly squeezing the padding he used to stuff the bra, she said “Maybe it’s okay to leave ‘normal’ behind.”

Not wanting to break the spell, Mike could only stare. She wasn’t yelling. In fact, his wife was opening up to him. Something he had never dared to hope for seemed to be coming true. Was it possible they could make this work? In a strange and weird way, he had never felt so loved and accepted.

“Do you know what I really hate,” asked Amy suddenly. “I hate that you wear this dress better than I do!” With that, she creased her brow and stamped her foot.

They paused for a second, and then both of them laughed and giggled like little children. Mike was confused but happy. If she could laugh then she wasn’t just saying all this to keep herself calm. She was being genuine, and he truly loved her in that moment like never before.

When the laughter quieted, Amy suddenly paused, and once again their eyes locked. She became so serious that Mike’s fear jumped back up. His emotions were all over the place, he realized, and he didn’t know what to expect next.

“So tell me,” Amy said slyly, “are you going to keep dressing up like this?”

Thoughts racing, Mike’s head was spinning too fast to respond with anything less than complete and total honesty. “I’m sorry, but… yes,” he said quietly. “I don’t think I can stop. I’ve tried to give it up, but you have to believe me, the urge to dress up only comes back stronger. It’s part of me.”

Bending down and gently grabbing his face, Amy leaned in so their lips were almost touching. “Oh sweetie, of course you can’t stop,” she said. “I’m just glad you admitted it. You’re being honest, and that is amazing and beautiful and exactly what we need right now.”

Amy was stroking Mike’s long black curls again. They were both on the bed, and Mike was looking up into her eyes as she spoke.

A wicked look came into her eyes, and Amy smoothly stood and turned back to Mike. “I have a little time before I need to get ready for dinner,” she said. “If I’m being honest, I really need to release some tension right now. I need to cum, and I can’t figure out everything with us at this exact moment.” Amy’s fingertips were brushing Mike’s face as she looked down into his eyes.

“What should I do?” Mike asked.

Her hips wiggled as she stood up straight. “I’m going to get a vibe and come back to bed to pleasure myself,” she practically purred. Placing a hand on his lips. She said, “No, don’t be hurt that I don’t want to have sex with you right now. That might be too confusing for both of us.”

Mike nodded with a reluctant understanding. “Wait,” his brain was catching up, “you have a vibrator?”

“Of course, silly,” Amy said as she walked into the bathroom. A moment later she returned with a medium sized lavender box that had a large silver latch in the front. “You can stay with me though,” she said. “You can watch, and you can touch yourself if you like. Okay?”

Mike nodded as Amy unlatched the lavender box and pulled out a pink, studded vibrator. Placing it on the bed, she quickly slipped out of her work clothes.

“You still like watching me undress, huh?” Amy asked. “Does it turn you on, or are you just taking notes?”

Mike smiled dazedly, “Both actually.”

“I have an idea,” Amy said and reached back into her box of toys. Pulling out a DVD, she handed it to Mike and told him to pop it in.

“What is this?” Mike asked dumbly.

“I told you, we all have secrets. Well, it’s time to let a few of my secrets out,” said Amy. “What do you think?”

Still constrained by the tight dress, Mike walked demurely over to the TV. “I just didn’t know you liked porn,” he said as he popped it in and looked for the remote.

When Mike managed to saunter his way back to the bed, Amy took the remote from his hand and skipped the first few intro scenes. Pretty soon there was a woman on screen sitting between two huge men. Mike was curious about the porn, but at that moment, he only has eyes for his wife.

Amy was wearing a beautiful black lace bra and super sheer black panties. Laying back on a pile of pillows, she reached one hand inside her bra to let her pale breast spill out. Mike was hypnotized by her raw sexuality, but Amy’s eyes were focused on the TV.

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A few weeks had gone by since my initial sexual encounter with my roommates. I was exhausted, every day I’d arrive home from college to find they had yet another surprise in store for me. I’d been fucked by both of them in every which way I could imagine possible, but today I was to discover just how wrong I could be.

As I walked through the front door I heard Gillian call me.

“Come here slave, Tony’s out and I need a good fucking.”

I threw down my bag and entered her room. She was lying on her bed watching the video. I had no idea how many times she had seen it since they had made the recording when they had first raped me, but I figured they kept it on to remind me what they’d do with it if I was ever disobedient. “yes mistress” I said, ” What pleasures of the flesh can I give you today?” She pointed to a huge strap on dildo and told me to fuck her until she told me to stop.

“yes mistress” I replied as I removed my clothes and put on the strap on. I walked over to the bed and reached out to her cunt. I could feel it already dripping with juices and from the big black dildo beside her it was evident that she hadn’t waited for me to begin.

I knelt between her legs and spread them, raising her knees slightly. For a moment I looked at her pick, wet, pussy as I gently traced the contours of her glistening lips with my fingers. Suddenly I slipped two fingers inside her, feeling for her g-spot. Thrusting and squeezing as she let out small gasps of pleasure. My thumb came to rest on her large engorged clit and as I rubbed and stroked her little love button I removed my fingers from her cunt and shoved the strap on deep inside her.

She let out a little scream at this , she hadn’t expected the invasion so soon. God how I love to here my mistress scream, Here I am supposedly the slave, but little does she know that right now, if only for a few minutes, I am the one in control. I stretched my hand up to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple as I pounded the huge fake prick into her wet pussy. I twisted her nipple and scratched the flesh as she yelped and tried to twist out of my grasp. I looked down at the dildo as I pounded it into her harder and faster. It was massive, I was always surprised she could take it all, but not nearly as surprised as when I thought about all the times she had relentlessly hammered it into my pussy.

She taksim escort began bucking her hips to meet my thrusts, urgently seeking more of this giant plastic intrusion. Her hands were clutching great wads of bed sheets as I plunged into her and held it deep within her while she convulsed in a wild orgasm. I pulled out of her and removed the strap on.

“lick it clean,” she said, “and lick me clean too.”

I sucked the juices off the fake prick then lowered my head to her pussy, slowly licking and sucking the juices out of her, She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air, I pulled her cheeks apart and lapped up the juice that had flowed along her crack.

“slave, your work for now is done, you are free to leave the room. But be prepared for later, Tony is bringing you a surprise.”

I picked up my clothes and walked into my own room. I couldn’t get dressed as it was forbidden for me to wear clothes in the house, easier access they said.

After the session with Gillian I had fallen asleep in my room, as I awoke I had no idea of how long I’d been asleep. I checked the clock, it was 8.15. I could hear noises coming from the living room, but it sounded like Tony and Gillian had guests and as I wasn’t allowed to dress I decided not to go out there. A few minutes later Gillian came into my room.

“well well” she said, “the slave is awake, it’s time for you to do some work.”

She placed a blindfold on me, tied leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and led me into the other room. As we entered I heard a multitude of whoops and cheers, all male voices, I had no idea how many there were but I hoped for my sakes it wasn’t too many. Someone picked me up and sat me on the edge of a table, I felt my ankle cuffs being attached to the table legs, this had the effect of spreading my legs as far apart as possible displaying my pink wet pussy for all to see. I heard catcalls and shouts of ‘me first’ and ‘god, wait till I get in her, she’ll scream for mercy’. I was pushed back onto the table till my head was hanging over the end and my hands were also tied down. My blindfold was removed and I saw Tony looming above me, his huge stiff prick inches from my face. As I moved my eyes I saw a group of about ten guys standing at the other end of the table, all hungrily eyeing my cunt.

The first man moved towards me, he ran his fingers şişli escort along my slit then suddenly rammed two of them into me, as he finger fucked me he undid his belt with the other hand and let his trousers fall to the floor. From where I was I couldn’t see his cock, but I could feel it, as he pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed his prick into my slit, it felt so hot, and from what I could tell it was pretty big too. Suddenly he rammed it into me, I yelled in pain, despite the finger fucking my cunt was not ready for this invasion and the dryness made it hurt more, with every stroke sending waves of pain through my body. I screamed again, but all I could hear were jeers and laughter coming from the other men, no doubt they enjoyed seeing a woman being fucked in pain. As he pumped his shaft deeper inside of me, I felt his hand close on my breast sending a fresh bolt of pain right down my spine, I tried to wriggle out of his iron grip, but I couldn’t move for the bonds. My pussy was wet now, and I could no longer feel the agony of this huge prick inside of me, but the way he was twisting and pinching my nipples still made me scream out.

The man started pumping into me harder and faster, grabbing hold of my waist, trying to Impale me further and further onto his cock, until with one last thrust he was spurting his cum deep inside of me. He pulled out of me and walked to my head, he shoved his now limp prick into my mouth telling me to lick it clean, just as I began sucking the cum off him I was suddenly penetrated by another huge, fat, cock. I could feel it stretching the sides of my cunt, I felt so full I felt sure I would burst… One by one each of the men brutalised my body, taking whatever they wanted, each screwing me, filling me with their seed, each one touching me, clawing at me, hurting me until my brain shut my body off and I decided to stop wishing it was over, and just concentrate on planning my revenge.

As the last man pushed his limp cum covered cock into my mouth I heaved a sigh of relief, figuring that tonight’s ordeal must be nearly over, but as I sucked the last drop of cum from him, I felt me bonds being untied, I was lifted and set on the floor, facing the table. Tony knelt behind me and pushed my legs apart, he shoved his head between them and sucked at the men’s cum that had started pouring out if my pussy, as he stopped pendik escort he tied my ankles to the table legs, he stood and pushed me forward, securing my hands above me.

I felt someone fondle my arse and yelped as a finger was suddenly thrust into me, this was quickly joined by a second, then a third. I began to beg for them to stop until I realised how futile it was, I was a slave, I did what my masters wanted, there was no other way, well not yet anyway. Someone began spreading my arse cheeks, and I felt the tip of a big hot prick touching my little arse hole. Tony and Gillian had forced me to have anal sex before, so I was prepared for the pain, but this man’s cock must have been bigger than anything that had been driven up there before, the pain was excruciating, I screamed like a tortured animal as I felt this enormous penetration fill my anus in one hard thrust. The man continued thrusting into me, pulling his cock out so that just the tip was still inside, then pounding deeper inside me, as my arse muscles began to relax, I detached myself from the situation, and again began thinking of revenge. One again each man fucked me, filling my arse hole with creamy cum, each one coming to me mouth to be licked clean, it disgusted me to think that I was licking something that has come out of my arse, but I had no choice, no choice… that would soon be a different story.

Finally it was over, with one last man jerking off all over my back, they left the room and I heard them all thank Tony for a good time, Gillian came in and untied me, leading me out of the room and into the bedroom. I could feel cum dripping out of my arse and as we walked Gillian reached between my arse cheeks and stuck her finger into my hole.

“we must save that” she said, “it’s my turn to taste it now.”

She laid me face down on the bed and lowered her tongue to my arse, sucking and licking all the cum out of it, slowly she turned me over and thrust a double headed dildo into my cunt, she climbed on top of it and began fucking me. She reached out her hand to my aching clit, and began massaging it, teasing it, rubbing it, I could feel my body responding to her touch.

” you can cum now” she said, “you’ve done your work for the day, now you may feel some pleasure yourself.”

Suddenly my body erupted in orgasm, sending tingles throughout my bones. Gillian came too then pulled the dildo out of my cunt and left the room, as I fell into a deeply troubled sleep.

(if you haven’t read my first story yet go take a look, the third part is already on it’s way, keep writing me with feedback it’s great to hear how i’ve done.)

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There is something about the rain that awakens something deep within me. It effects my emotions, my demeanor…..the very essence of my being. It begins from the moment that scent is in the air. That metallic, yet sweet smell……the one that tells not only the most seasoned of farmers that a “storm’s a brewin'” but also the most sheltered of upper crust in their perfect world….that precipitation is, indeed on it’s way.

The scent makes my body tingle all over. I know that my complete persona is about to make a sudden change. I do not understand why the weather affects me so….especially the rain. A mere drizzle changes me to a deeply moved and emotional little girl. Blue. Reflective. Distant.

A typical “shower” turns me into a little girl who longs to please the ones she loves. It makes me desire to be physically and spiritually closer to all others around me. It makes me long to be cuddled with….to be petted…to be praised…to feel the actual warmth of love…as if it were a blazing fire I could sit beside and soak in it’s heat.

But a thunderstorm…..the passion of it….its force…its unpredictability….with it, I do not feel like a little girl at all. With it, I feel like a full etiler escort grown woman. A woman with an insatiable urge within…some sort of hunger…like an animal that has been caged for so long….neglected and abandoned…. without morsel of food or affection. An amazing metamorphosis that begins with just that tantalizing scent…..the minuscule essence of what is to come. Nature is about to show the world who is in control and I …..the usually sweet, meek, playful little kitten within….am about to become a lustful, ravenous wildcat overcome by its unstoppable energy.

I inhale and it begins. I can almost taste it. The wind picks up and starts to gale. With its first gust, it begins to seduce me. It blows over me. Past me. It completely envelopes me like a lover’s embrace. Its strong gusts penetrate the material of my clothing. My nipples become hard from the sensation. A sensual tingling has taken over my body. I fight it. I try hard to ignore it….but I cannot. In the distance, I see the sky light up . Bolts of lightning dance across the heavy dark clouds. Electricity. Such a powerful force. A gentle smile comes across my lips.

Nature is flirting with me….and what a hell pendik escort of a pick up line.

I hear the gentle rumble of thunder far away. Its voice. So deep and lulling at first. Then a raindrop falls. It is huge and heavy. It hits the ground hard and sound. The massive drop is quickly followed by its robust brothers and sisters. I find myself compelled to leave the shelter I am under and walk out into it.

I do so, when no one is watching.

When no one is watching, I step out into it. I close my eyes and lift my head toward the angry sky. I submit to it. The raindrops become more rapid and plentiful. They drop onto my body, kissing my face….my exposed flesh. Sultry and intense kisses landing all over me. The drops come down faster and faster. My breathing follows its pattern. The rain begin to sting my skin as the sky opens up and the drops start to come down in sheets of wetness. My clothes are now soaked and I feel restrained by their weight…as if my Master has tied me down , to ensure that I am not to escape what is coming to me. Then I hear my Master’s voice. The thunder is grows louder and closer to me. The lightning is no longer merely dancing…..it slices thickly taksim escort through the sky with intimidation. As another bolt’s jagged image cuts downward, a deafening clap of thunder sounds out. It cracks hard like the whip of my Master. I become wet between my thighs at its dominance. I begin to pant with desire….wanting and longing to feel its wrath. The thunder keeps rolling loudly and I am almost knocked off my feet as the rage of the storm unleashes itself upon me. The intensity of the thunderstorm only lasts a few minutes. It lashes me over and over. By the end of it all I am completely drenched…..not only from the moisture of the rain, but from the lust I feel for that type of control over me. To be at nature’s mercy, to have it be my Master, is a craving very few can understand.

After all, how many girls masturbate to the radar scan on the weather channel?

I must say that I have always had the fantasy of having sex out in a thunderstorm. I am not talking about making love in the rain….although that does sound sweet and wonderful. I am talking about that primitive, animalistic type of fuck session. Neanderthal fucking. The kind where all you can do is grunt because you are fucking so hard and forceful you can’t form any words.

That is what I want.

Neanderthal fucking in a raging thunderstorm.

A fantasy that will probably go unfulfilled.

I have yet to find a man who doesn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain.

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This is a story about the demented sex life of my perverted little sister and I. She’s 21 years old and I’m only a couple years older, 23. We live together in a flat near the college we both attend. Let’s jump right in…

Chapter I.

A Day in the Life

My sister grabbed my shirt with both hands and starting shaking me back and forth. Being half a foot shorter and much more petit than I, I could have easily disengaged, but I let it happen.

“I’m hornyyyyyyyyyyy,” she pleaded at, I guess, me, for a good 3 or 4 seconds.

She was in one of her moods. Not quite angry, but not quite playful either. Chaotic. Her eyelids sagged and her eyes rolled back into her head as she rocked us both, whining at me about her urgent need for sexual fulfillment.

“Playyyy with meeeeeeee,” she went on, her voice rising in both pitch and volume until it resembled something between a growl and a shriek. She had pulled me into her during this crescendo, and had begun, at point blank, scanning my face with her eyes, darting from my eyes, to my mouth, to my neck, back up. Teeth bared, her war cry faded to a low hum. She was close enough that I could smell her sweet breath as she purred through her teeth. It was intoxicating.

No longer able, or perhaps willing, to resist, I sighed audibly and said, “OK. You win Sarah.” She squealed with glee as she got up on her tip toes, grabbed my head with both hands, and licked the side of my face from my chin to my eye, biting my eyebrow at the top and shaking her head lightly with my skin between her teeth before lowering her heels back down. She giggled and traced her finger down my chest.

“Down,” she said, grabbing my waist and pulling me down to the floor. I complied, and ended up on my knees in front of her. “Look up at me,” she commanded. She loved standing above me like this. Maybe it had something to do with being the shorter sibling. Whatever the reason, she made me do this almost every time we’d “play”.

My eyes travelled slowly up my sister’s body as I looked up from the subservient posture I had assumed on the floor before her. I took in her cream-colored thigh highs; the fabric was thin between the raised stitches traveling up each sock, and I could see the pink of her heels and toes showing through the fabric. I took in her thighs, above which she wore a short but loose lavender miniskirt, barely long enough to hide her panties from my position on the floor. Her stomach, soft and somewhat pale, was bare, and a faded white crop top hung lazily over her petite breasts, stopping just past her ribcage. A black tattoo choker adorned her neck, and a wicked smile adorned her face, as she leered down at me.

“Tell me you like me,” she demanded.

“I like you,” I replied, keeping eye contact.

“Say, ‘I like you Sarah’.”

“I like you Sarah.”

“How much do you like me, brother?”

“I like you a lot Sarah. I really really like taksim escort bayan you.”

She lowered herself to a crouch in front of me and met my eyes, placing her hands on my face. “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

She began massaging the corners of my mouth and lips with her thumbs. “Say ‘I love you Sarah.'”

“I love you, Sarah.”

“Say, ‘I neeeeed you Sarah.'”

“I neeeeed you Sarah.”

“Louder!”

“I NEEEEED you Sarah.”

“Louder!”

“I NEED YOU SARAH!” I shouted into her eyes.

“Again!”?”I NEED YOU SARAHHHH!” I yelled again, allowing desperation into my voice.

She purred. “Mmm. That’s right dirty girl. You need me. You need yr little sis.”

In an instant, her hands moved to my shoulders and she shoved me back. I fell back hard, my legs unfolding in front of me, and I managed to throw my arms back just in time to land on my elbows. I had barely registered what happened before a socked foot made contact with my face, quite forcefully I might add, causing my arms to slide outward and pushing me all the way onto my back.

She laughed the way she laughs when she’s doing mischief—sadistic and mischevious, yet somehow innocent too—and rubbed her socked foot vigorously about my face, rolling my head in circles. Her socks smelled faintly of vinegar and dried sweat, with a certain sweetness, the Sarah smell. I took a deep breath just before her leg hovered back to rejoin the rest of her, and she began crawling over me, toward my head. When she stood up on her knees her crotch hovered over me, revealing a big wet spot in the center of her white panties underneath her skirt.

“Ohhhh I want you inside meeeee” she moaned, sticking her hand in her panties. She pulled her hand out, revealing two sticky wet fingers which she slid into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around her fingers and explored them with my tongue, while she explored the inside of my mouth, until I had sucked all of her juices off of them.

Her fingers still loitering inside me, Sarah whispered “take my panties off,” leaning forward to plant her hands and raise her knees off the ground as I pulled her soaked white panties all the way down to her ankles. Panties removed, she sat back up on her knees and inched herself forward to position her naked groin directly over my head. Then she lowered herself to my face, grinding her soaking wet pussy all over me, which I received with an open mouth, tongue outstretched, trying to drink her juices. Once my face was completed covered in her cum she moved up and back, sitting on my chest, and began massaging my face with her right hand, rubbing her pussy juice into my skin (and occasionally into my mouth, when a finger or two slipped inside).

“Mmmm yes, you are my little cum slut aren’t you?” she declared wickedly. “Tell me you love being my little slut.”

“I şişli escort bayan love being your little slut Sarah.”

“Say it in your slutty girl voice. Say ‘Oh Sarah, I love being your dirty little slutgirl.”

I switched to my submissive girl voice, pitching my voice up and adding a sensual, girly affectation. “Oh Sarah, I love being your dirty little slutgirl.”

“Good giiiiirl. You’re my slutty little girltoy aren’t you?”

I looked into her eyes and nodded submissively.

“Who’s your favorite little sister, slutgirl?”

“You’re my favorite little sister, Sarah.”

“Good girl,” she said, squeezing my cheeks with her hand, splaying out my lips and preventing me from responding again. “You’re such a good big brother. God, I’m so wet.”

Sarah lowered herself back onto my face, this time placing her pussy right into my mouth. I shoved my tongue inside her and started lapping up her cum as she convulsed, her thighs flexing and relaxing erratically on my head. We stayed in this position for a good while, and she put her hands to good use. She grabbed my hair, pulling on it as she convulsed and twitched on my face. She bent back to grab my arms, pinning me to the ground as she rode my face in a rhythmic circular motion. Her convulsions became stronger and more frequent, and eventually she came, screaming as her juices gushed into my mouth and all over my face.

Too spent to get up, Sarah let herself fall backwards onto me, her head coming to rest right over top of the rock hard bulge trying to free itself from my shorts. Feeling my crotch with the back of her head, she smiled and purred, rubbing her head back and forth on my pants before languidly reaching over her shoulder and slipping her hand under the waistline of my shorts. Once inside my boxer briefs, she wrapped her hand around my dick and gave it a hard squeeze, causing both of us to moan together and my dick to throb hard.

Sarah’s pussy was still in full view of my face, right under my chin, her pelvis resting on my chest. I tilted my head to look down and noticed that her pussy and my dick were both throbbing in sync, which made me even harder. Sometimes it felt like Sarah and I were connected psychically, like I could feel what she felt and she could feel what I felt. In moments like these it was as if the boundaries of flesh were dissolved and we were one singular organism. Her pleasure was mine and mine was hers, to the point where there was no “mine” or “hers”, just raw intimacy. I’ve made some good friends and even had a few serious relationships since those days, but nothing has ever come close to that. But how could it? Sarah and I have the same parents, share the same genes, grew in the same womb. We were raised together and spent most of our formative years together, apart by only a few years. We went through puberty together and discovered our sexuality together. Perhaps pendik escort bayan that’s why intimacy between siblings is taboo. After what we’ve had together, could either of us ever be satisfied with someone else?

As Sarah continued to massage my dick, I noticed that her feet were behind my head now, one on each side, and reached my hands up to hook the tops of her thigh-highs, pulling them down her thighs. She lifted her legs to accommodate me, and I slid her socks all the way down each leg, pulling them off both of her feet at the same time and watching the damp fabric peel off her sweaty skin. Once they were removed she lifted up her legs and bent her knees, dangling her feet over my chest.

I looked up in admiration at Sarah’s creamy, irresistible feet. Both of us have similar skin color — similar to our Japanese father’s Asian skin tones, but lighter and with a little pink in our faces, hands, and feet. She looks more Asian than I did, her feet smooth and elegant, but larger and fuller than most Asian woman’s feet—she wears a 7½ or 8, quite large for someone her size—probably from our Czech mother, along with her long, curved toes that look like they could pick stuff up.

My intentions were clear at this point. Sarah took the initiative and placed both feet directly onto my face, covering me completely. I inhaled deeply and my eyes rolled back into my head as the smell of old sweat, vinegar and Sarah’s natural odor penetrated my senses. She pressed her feet firmly against me, from her heels to her toes, imbuing my face with her scent as I continued sniffing. I let out an involuntary moan, my mouth dropping open, as she dragged her left foot down my face. She slid her foot over my nose and then my upper lip, whereupon she abruptly tilted her foot forward while flexing her toes into my open mouth. Her toes entered my mouth so suddenly that I, on instinct, tried to shut my mouth, which only pulled her foot deeper past my teeth. Her foot halfway in my mouth now, she curled her toes downward over my bottom teeth and pulled down, dragging my mouth open again as her foot slid back out, at which point her toes caught my bottom lip, pulling it down over my chin and then slowly releasing it one toe at a time as her foot slid off my face. I shuddered.

As soon as her left foot left my lips, her right came down and wrapped its toes around my nose, while her left foot resumed caressing my face. I was paralyzed with arousal at this point, and the only thing I felt capable of doing was to inhale her sour foot stench, deeply. It was heaven and hell all wrapped up as one, the sourness with the sweetness of my sister’s natural body odor, the pure pleasure of sexual abandon with the wrongness of knowing she was my sister. My mouth hung limp, my face a raw mask of animal pleasure as Sarah continued to squeeze my cock and rub her feet on my face.

You would think I would be used to this by now, that it would have lost some of its savor, but my little sister has always had an uncanny ability to get me very hard, very fast. Even when we were young and inexperienced, before we had ever talked about our fetishes and fantasies, she somehow knew exactly what to do. I remember the first time she caught me smelling her feet…

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