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Kat watched as Charlie groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. She had not been able to sleep since she had figured out that Charlie’s need had become more intense when the waters of Areseric had penetrated his skin. Despite the dilemma, she was still found peace in watching the stars brighten as the night grew deeper. She had been staring at the stars for hours when Charlie had started to thrash around and moan softly.

She crawled over to him, concerned that he was in pain. As she lifted her hand to touch him, she hesitated. She longed to touch him but wasn’t sure if she should. Finally she placed a hand on his shoulder with the intention of waking him up.

“Oh….” she gasped as she was dragged under him She stared up in surprise at him before he lowered his head and attached his mouth to the side of her neck. She groaned as he started sucking on the tender skin at the base of her throat.

* * *

Charlie growled happily as he raised his head and saw the love mark that he had left on the little healer’s neck. He had always been a possessive lover. He loved leaving his mark on his mate. Maybe it was due to the Areseric blood that ran through his veins. Or maybe it was simply because he was a dominant male.

He growled when he saw the flush on her face. She was definitely aroused. Perfect, he thought as he thumbed one of the soft pink nipples. As it hardened for him, he rumbled as he captured it between his lips. Sucking it into his moist mouth, he ran his tongue over the tip of it. As he laved the end of it, he imagined that one day he would be doing the same thing and tasting the milk that she would have for their son. He groaned deeply at the thought of her carrying his child. It was one of the regrets that he had from his previous marriage. He had always longed for children.

He turned his head and treated the other nipple to the same treatment. He growled again when he felt her little hands tangle in his hair before pulling his head closer to her. He could hear her gasps and moans as she squirmed under him. He could feel her rubbing her pussy against his stomach and hips. He caught her hips and pressed her even more tightly against him.

“Charlie!”

“Patience, my Kitty-Kat. We’ll get there,” he whispered as he lifted his head and stared into her passion glazed eyes. He could feel her sharp little nails pressing against his shoulders in protest.

“I ache…” she panted as he held her pinned under him.

“As do I!” He said menacingly before pinning her hands above her head with his. With their height difference, he could easily restrain her. Lifting himself above her, he settled deep in the ‘vee’ of her splayed legs. They both groaned when he ground his aching cock against her pussy. When he slowly rocked against her, Kat wrapped her legs around his trim waist, urging him to quicken the pace. With a deep moan, he granted her wish and rocked urgently against her as he kept his upper body off hers.

* * *

Kat gasped in pleasure as Charlie pinned her to the rough ground. She had tried to resist the temptation. She knew that he had been in a deep sleep. She shouldn’t be enjoying this but she couldn’t resist the pleasure. Pinned as she was, she was helpless against the pleasure that his thrusting hips were giving her. He was rubbing against her aching mound and her sensitive clit was throbbing. She could feel her orgasm coming. She was breathing raggedly.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed as her body exploded.

* * *

Charlie awoke when he heard Kat’s scream. He opened his eyes and stared down at the moaning thrashing Kat. WHAT THE HELL? She was climaxing and she was UNDER him!

“Fuck!” He growled as his cock erupted inside of his pants. When the tremors of pleasure finally resided, he looked down at her flushed face.

“Hi…” she whispered.

“What the hell happened?” he spat arrogantly at her after he rolled off of her soft small body. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair.

“You were dreaming.” Kat sat up too. She gently reached out to touch his shoulder.

“Don’t!” he hissed.

“Charlie?” Kat whispered uneasily.

“Don’t touch me, Katrina. This should never have happened.” He stood and walked over to their bags.

“Why do you keep fighting this? It’s obvious that we want each other.”

“I was dreaming Kat. And it wasn’t about you.” He lied without turning to look at her. He couldn’t bear to watch the hurt that he knew was going to be in those beautiful brown eyes.

“Then who…” Kat asked softly

“My wife,” he said as he finally turned back to look at her.

“So I was….”

“Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I told you before nothing will ever come of this. I am a man and I have needs…”

“I get it. You don’t want me other than as a brief fuck…..” Kat whispered as she scrambled to her feet and ran for the river.

“Kat!” Charles yelled. Concerned for her safety, he followed her. It was still dark out and she didn’t need to be wandering kahramanmaraş escort around. He heard the splash as she dove into the water.

“FUCK!” he grumbled as he stood at the edge of the water. The little witch knew that he wouldn’t follow her into the water. Not after his close call earlier. Even with the meager release he had just had, his hunger was still too close to the surface to attempt another dip into the water. Pacing at the edge of the water, he watched in the moonlight as she started swimming away from him. He kept pace with her on land. Even if he couldn’t go into the water, he was going to protect her.

He followed her on foot for the next hour until it looked she was finally tiring. As she crawled to the shore trembling with fatigue, he knelt down next to her. Reaching up he pushed a wet strand of her hair off her cheek.

“Don’t touch me!” she argued weakly as she collapsed, her body half in the water and half out of it.

“I thought that was my line…” he whispered as he watched her eyes drift shut. She was clearly exhausted from her long swim. He leaned over and picked her up with easy strength and cradled her in his arms.

“You’re a real bastard.” Kat mumbled sleepily.

“I know.” Charles winced as he turned and headed back towards their camp.

* * * Philip watched the pair intently from behind a kor. Since it was night, it too slumbered. He would have to make his move before morning came though. Once the kor awoke it would be hungry and he had no intentions of becoming it’s dinner.

He had been awakened by the same scream that had roused King Charles. He had watched from a distance as the two obviously had a disagreement and then the healer had headed into the river. He found this fact rather interesting. If they had just had an argument, why was she partaking of Areseric’s most well know aphrodisiac?

The king was obviously showing more restraint. He followed the woman but stayed on the bank. As Philip kept behind them but still within sight, he was surprised to see that the woman was traveling farther down stream. What kind of being was she? He had never seen any of the Aresericans stay in contact with the water for more than a few minutes. Even the more daring women and men had only gone in as far as their waists before coming back out and screwing themselves silly. The healer had obviously better control of her libido or she simply wasn’t affected the same way as they were. It was a rather intriguing thought.

He backed up quickly but silently as the couple came back into closer view. The king was carrying the limp healer in his arms. As he waited in the shadows, the king and healer passed mere feet from his hiding spot. It would be ideal to strike now but Aric had said nothing about hurting the healer. And it went against the grain for him to lift a hand against a healer. His dead mother had been a healer. He could no more strike a healer than he could his own mother.

He was patient. The king’s time would come. He would just have to wait for it. He would attack soon perhaps just as the sun rose.

* * *

Clara was awakened from a dead sleep by the pounding on her suite door. She glanced at the clock and groaned. It was three AM! And she knew exactly who was at her door. Sighing, she rolled out of her bed, and grabbed the white robe off the foot of the bed. Shrugging into it, she walked out to the sitting area of her suite. Opening the door a crack, she saw her enraged niece.

“This couldn’t wait until the morning, Gracie?” she asked as she pulled the door further open.

“No! I need to talk to you. Now!”, she added as she watched her aunt start to close the door.

“Fine – come in before you wake up half the household.” Clara said as she turned leaving the door part way open. “Please don’t slam the door.”

As Clara settled into the armchair next to the fireplace, she watched Gracie waddle back and forth in front of her. Finally she stopped and looked at her aunt. Blue sparks lit up her eyes.

“Was it a diversion?”

“No.” Clara said already knowing what Gracie was referring to. “Your sister will come into her powers after she has her babies. You will be the best person to teach her how to control them. She will need YOU!”

“Did you know that my husband has left? Or where he is going?”

“Yes. I knew. You are in no condition to follow him, Gracie. You are seven months pregnant. If it weren’t for Kat’s touch you would have already had those three. Who knows if you or they would have lived?”

“What do you mean?” Gracie asked with a frown.

“Each time she had touched you, she has healed your body. There is a reason why Rand is only planning on only having these babies with you. Your body will not be able to handle having any more pregnancies. Once is all he gets and he knows it. So he made his one shot count.”

“Oh….”

“So you need to stay here and give those babies a chance. If you go traipsing kastamonu escort out into the desert after your husband, you could cause yourself great harm. But it could be even worse for those three babies!” She watched as Gracie turned away from her.

“But even as I tell you these facts, I know you are going to go after him. It is the way of Chosens.” Clara sighed as Gracie rushed out of the room.

* * *

As the sunlight finally touched Kat’s sleeping face, Charlie knew that he was a goner. That as surely as the Sun shone above – he was falling in love with the little healer. He was still fighting it as hard as he could but he had finally realized that even if he fell in love with her, he would never have her. He just couldn’t trust either of them that far.

Gently shaking her, he woke her up.

“Let’s go Katrina. It’s time to head out.” He spoke firmly as he crossed the fire and squatted down to start Kat’s precious coffee. He had finally figured out how to make a decent cup.

Kat grumbled and joined him by the fire. As she knelt down to take the coffee from him she was suddenly airborne. She landed on the far side of the fire headfirst and with a loud thump.

“KATRINA!” Charles jumped to his feet to only be hit from behind.

* * *

Rand cursed as he neared the campsite and saw the man attack Charles.

“Yah!” he yelled as he urged the zephti into a fast gallop. He had to reach the campfire before Kat watched dazed as a man and his attacker circled each other. She sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. She had landed hard on the ground and had hit her head. Oh how it ached. She was trying to get to her feet when she was suddenly grabbed by the smaller of the two men. She struggled painfully against his strong arm as he twisted hers behind her back.

“Stay back,” he warned the others, “or she goes into the fire.”

“She’s a healer. They are protected by law. It’s a sure death sentence if you kill her.” The larger man tried to argue.

“Why should I care. I’ve already broken the law concerning the king. How much more dead can I get?”

Kat squeaked as she was lifted up and thrust towards the fire. She screamed as she felt him let go of her and the fire raced up to meet her.

* * *

The next few minutes were a blur for Kat. Just as she saw the flames leap up to engulf her, she was snatched out of the air by a pair of strong arms and the fire was snuffed instantly. She sobbed softly as she was cradled against a hard chest. She looked up to see a pair of green eyes surrounded by fiery red hair watching her.

“Are you okay, Katrina?” Charles asked her softly.

“Katrina? Is that my name?” she whispered as she clung to him.

“Katrina or Kat,” a somewhat familiar voice said from behind her. She turned and looked over to see another man. This man had dark hair instead of the red hair of the man holding her. He wasn’t nearly as tall or as muscular as the redhead. Who were these men?

“He’s gone.” Rand said to Charles as he crossed over to them.

“Damn.” Charles turned and sat down on his bedroll, still holding Kat. He gently ran his fingers over her head and neck – feeling for cuts and bumps. He winced as she moaned when he found the large knot on the base of her skull. “That’s quite the bump you’ve got there.”

“Do you know who I am?” Rand asked as he crouched down in front of her.

“Ah….I think I should know but I…” Kat frowned as she drew a blank.

“What is the last thing that you remember, Kat?” Charles held his breath as he waited for her answer.

“Ah….trying to sit up. I don’t remember anything before that.”

“Well, damn.” Rand muttered. “I think that you have a case of short- term amnesia.”

Play along with me, Charles. I know that you will want to resist but she’s not safe. She needs protection. I can’t offer her the protection of my name. You can.

* * *

Charles held his breath as he realized what Rand was going to do. And he wasn’t wrong. Rand straightened up and then took Kat’s hand.

“Then I believe that introductions are in order, Kat. I am Rand. I’m the Prince of Venus. I brought you back with me after I had been abandoned on your planet. You’ve been staying with me and my family. That was until one week ago when you tested with an advisor who said you needed more and specialized training. This man is Charles, though you usually call him Charlie. He’s the King of Areseric, one of the countries under my rule. Since the healer you are to train with is in Areseric, it only made sense to have him escort you. Plus it was suppose to give you time alone with each other. You and he are Chosens.” Charles erupted to his feet angrily! Charles couldn’t believe what Rand had just said. He had expected Rand to say that they were engaged. Never had he imagined that he would claim that they were Chosens. On Venus, ‘chosens’ were much more than just man and wife. They were bonded together kayseri escort body, heart, soul, and magically. They were true lifemates and once a member of the royal families declared that a chosen couple existed there was no way out for either person. Rand had just bonded him and Kat together. The bond wouldn’t be any stronger or more permanent even if he had glued them together with SuperGlue.

“Chosens? What does that mean?” Kat asked as her head began to throb even harder.

“Don’t worry about it, Kitty-Kat.” Charles soothed her hair off her face. “You just worry about getting better. I’ll take care of everything else.” Over her head, he glared at his friend.

* * *

Rand was helping Charlie pack up the campsite when he felt his wife’s anger.

I have a bone to pick with you, Your Highness.

Rand stopped. He smiled ironically. It seemed that more and more often these days she had a bone to pick with him.

Gracie, my love, where are you? Are you in our bathroom, taking a bubble bath? he teased.

No! I’m following your stubborn ass. Did you really think you could leave without me?

“Son of bitch!” Rand dropped Kat’s bedroll that he had been rolling up. Charlie looked over in surprise.

“Is everything okay?”

“No, it isn’t. Gracie’s following me.” Rand looked around quickly, assuming that his wife was in the immediate area. When he didn’t spot her, he groaned.

When did you leave the palace?

At dawn this morning, you jerk. You left me alone. You know I can’t sleep without you.

Guilt consumed Rand. He knew better than to leave his Chosen. Chosens could not tolerate long separations. And he had most deliberately not taken time to merge with her, because he had known she would realize that he was going away and why. He felt like an utter ass for treating his beloved wife that way.

“I’m coming to meet you, Gracie. Be careful. There is a wizard that has just attacked Charles and Kat in the area. He ran off and I am not sure which direction he took.”

“He doesn’t want to cross me in the mood I’m in!”

Her voice was showing the strain of anger and frustration. Rand hoped in a way that the wizard would cross his wife’s path. Maybe if she worked some of her anger out fighting one defeated wizard, she wouldn’t be as angry with him when he finally did show up.

“I have to head back to Trila, Charles. I’m sorry. Gracie is headed this way and she is alone! I need to join her.”

Charles could see the sincere apology in his friend’s eyes. The older wizard didn’t want to leave either of them there.

“I understand. Your first duty is to your wife.” Rand nodded and turned to leave, glad that his friend understood.

“Just one question before you go, Your Highness.” Charles waited for the stiffening of his friend’s shoulders. He didn’t have long to wait. When titles were used between friends it meant “trouble”.

“What?” Rand growled as he slowly turned back to him.

“Can I expect you and Gracie at my upcoming wedding?” Charles made the question sound innocent but Rand could see the anger in his friend’s eyes. He was not hiding the fact that he was unhappy with Rand. Rand was glad that Kat couldn’t see the daggers that Charles was shooting his way.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything, Charles. You and Katrina are well suited, Charles. I wouldn’t miss the chance to place the bindings on myself.” Rand then headed back to the zephti that he had ridden, his thoughts now focused on finding his most upset and wayward wife.

* * *

Charles watched as Rand disappeared. Behind him he could hear the rustle of Kat as she packed up her meager belongs. Rand had put him in a hell of spot. How was he going to explain to his people that he was bonded to an Earthling and worse – that he hadn’t even bothered to consult with them as tradition required. And more than that … that he was replacing Deanna with a woman who couldn’t even begin to control her healing abilities.

“Charlie?”

He turned back to Kat. It nearly broke his heart to see her so vulnerable. He didn’t know what to make of her — this new and almost withdrawn Katrina. He was used to a much more fiery version of Kat.

“Yes, Kitty-Kat.”

He smiled when he saw her back stiffen. He could recall the first time that he had called her that. If looks could have killed – he would have been dead. Even without her memory, it was obvious that she still objected to his pet name for her.

“Somehow, I don’t think I have ever liked being called that, Charlie.” Kat said as she approached him with her bedroll and bag.

“About as much as I like being called Charlie.”, he admitted as he took the bag from her.

* * *

Clara snuck into the king’s study. She needed a private line to make a call on. She didn’t need anyone overhearing her conversation. The king’s private line was the only one that security couldn’t listen in on. Walking briskly to the communications console, she dialed a number she knew by heart. She waited impatiently for it to ring. She smiled when she heard the grating voice on the other end of the phone.

“Winston, I need to talk to Arianna. And don’t give me any of your “my lady is busy” crap.” Clara said briskly as the butler sputtered. She loved harassing the poor man. He was much too uptight.

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Author’s note:

This is chapter ten of my series Lost Colony. Most readers should start with chapter one, but if you want to scroll down to the steamy parts, be my guest!

This is a work of (science) fiction. All characters are over age eighteen. Thanks for reading!

BTW, I recently published a summary of the first eight chapters, so if you’re just joining the story and want to catch up without reading those chapters, you can read the summary. Naturally it’s full of spoilers; I’d rather you read the entire thing!

———————-

A man who has yet to choose his path.

Sparr drew in a deep breath, both recovering from his exertions climbing the little mountain, and trying to find calm. Below, Santi was indistinct, the dust thrown into the air by its occupants softening all but the most prominent landmarks. The docks were visible, the beneficiaries of sea breezes which kept them from the worst of the haze, but the ships moored at them were little more than dots.

He caught his breath, but Sparr’s mind still raced. Too many questions remained unanswered, and those already resolved had only deepened the perilous mystery that Kaybe had become. He could try to distract himself, but he always ended up at the same place, scratching away at the same dead ends.

“A man who has yet to choose his path,” was how Aine had referred to him that day in the Origin bathhouse. The brunette had been referring to the local custom of choosing between Stone or Wave, but the comment ate at him. He hadn’t chosen. Instead of using Santi as his home, he could have continued his search, going back to Horn Island if necessary to read the digital map once more. With just a few clues he might have found the location of the Odysseus camp on his own, and with the tokens he had collected, be well on his way.

Instead, he had lingered. The fabrication of the air car was more than just an impulsive tactical decision, it gave him an excuse to settle down. Helping Ost with his timber business, and designing the ship with Jance, had been good for his soul, giving him a purpose beyond his own immediate survival. Sparr’s friendships with the men and even his flirtatious encounters with Cee gave his life depth. But most of all, he lingered to bask in the easy companionship and intimacy he had with Aine.

Bogg snorted and scratched, the sound pulling Sparr from his reverie. The hike had cleared his head after all. He would allow himself another two weeks to complete the air car. After that, whether by sea or by air, he would head east. He didn’t relish the thought of the goodbyes, but he couldn’t stay much longer in Santi.

He had chosen his path.

***

Thresher agitator arm

The assassin that Sparr had wrestled with at the opening to the fabricator building had dropped a small pouch of tokens. One at a time, Sparr fed them into the slot.

Thresher agitator arm

Sparr stopped, struck by the coincidence. He had, over the past several months, encountered plenty of duplicate tokens. Parts for farming equipment were particularly common. But he couldn’t remember finding two of the same design at the same time. He fed in another token.

Thresher agitator arm

“The fuck?” He poured the remaining tokens into his palm, examining them. Although it was impossible to tell for sure, they did appear to be identical. Sparr hastily fed them into the slot, confirming his guess. The assassin had been carrying a pouch containing fifteen of the exact same token.

Either Calista or Kevin had paid the assassins. The four killers would have required hundreds of tokens, probably more than a thousand, to carry out their mission. How would Calista, or for that matter anyone else, on the Odysseus have acquired so many? It wasn’t out of the question that the crew had established contact with the locals and were engaging in trade. In fact, mission protocols identified commerce as a way of supporting a local population without creating a dependency. But thousands of tokens?

“Fuck!” Sparr swore aloud, struck by an idea. He retrieved the ingots he had recovered from the Horn Island mine, once again comparing them to the silver tokens. The two metals were identical. His mind raced.

There were five massive hoppers in the building. Sparr had peered over the edge of each of them weeks earlier, checking how full they were. The last hopper had been almost empty. Cautiously, Sparr climbed into it and began flinging out the few ingots wedged near the bottom. Once empty, he climbed back out again and reversed the process, tossing in the Horn Island ingots. He activated the fabricator and scrolled to the unique part he had discovered weeks earlier.

Fab blank: EMP resistant

He chose it.

Select from list

Just like the first time he had fed the fab blank into the fabricator, the system asked for a design to duplicate. Whatever part he chose, the fabricator would try to mint a token containing the associated design. He selected the same hatay escort air car chassis rail he had chosen the last time. Previously, the fabricator had claimed insufficient resources. This time, it began to hum. The panel opened, revealing a freshly-minted token. He fed it into the slot to confirm that he had in fact duplicated the token.

Air car chassis rail.

Sparr’s head practically swam. It wasn’t that duplicating tokens was inherently compelling. Of far greater interest was the fact that he was also producing tokens. If he had enough ore to do so, he could duplicate the chassis rail token a thousand times, in effect making himself one thousand tokens richer. Calista and Kevin must also have figured out how to produce the coins. That’s why they had sent drones to Horn Island, to extract and collect the ingots necessary. He had shut down the mine, but by then they had either already obtained as many ingots as they needed, or found another source. It didn’t matter. If they could produce tokens, so could he.

With a grin, Sparr got to work.

***

“You built it!” Sparr leaped from the dock to the deck of the raft, careful not to slip through the cracks of the roughly-hewn planks.

“Yeah,” Jance said, distracted by two of his crew installing the binding for the tiller. “It’ll be a nightmare to steer,” he said ruefully, “but it’ll get to Caibo all right.”

Ost’s eepay raft sat just as deep in the water as Jance had predicted, the incredibly dense wood barely buoyant. A heavy sea could swamp the deck, and the stubby mast and sails would catch barely enough wind to move. But under Jance’s direction, the raft had been built to be sturdy and safe. Whether it took two weeks or two months to reach Caibo was irrelevant. Once it arrived, the exotic wood raft would be worth a small fortune just from the value of the eepay logs.

“I hope he paid you well,” Sparr said, admiring the compact but elevated crew quarters and galley. Whoever crewed the ungainly craft would at least be kept dry and fed.

“Enough,” Jance said. “She’s like nothing else I ever built. I liked the challenge, and yes, Ost paid me enough to start another project. Here.”

Jance led them back to the dock, then along the shoreline farther than Sparr had realized shipbuilding activity took place. Here, a series of stout pylons had been driven into the sand. Between them, the unmistakable outline of a deep-keeled ship was taking shape.

Sparr was stunned. “You’re going to kill me if this thing sinks, aren’t you?”

“Oh, it’ll float,” Jance said. Sparr followed the aging captain as he walked the length of the hull, slipping his fingers along the dense eepay timbers that made up the spine of the ship. “The models say so, but more than that…” Jance’s voice trailed off, then returned, stronger than before, “it just feels right.”

“I can see her beauty already,” Sparr said.

For several minutes the two circled the ship’s skeleton. Jance excitedly showed Sparr where the keel ended and the tiller began, where he had added extra bracing for the mast, and the line where he would transition from eepay to the lighter timber for the rest of the ship’s construction. Sparr envied the man. For Jance, ships and the sea were everything. No doubt as a young man he had been tugged by the twin threads of lust and ambition. Now, exploring the outline of a new ship seemed to stoke within him the same intensity as exploring a new lover’s body.

At last, the spell broke. Jance shot Sparr a contented smile and asked, “Tea?”

Back at the cluttered office, Sparr unwrapped a small box, presenting it to Jance. “I don’t know much about tea,” he admitted, “but the woman at the shop said this is the finest. Seven leaves from seven lands, or something like that.”

Jance grinned. “I know that shop. And I know the woman who works there. Slim, red hair, green eyes?”

“Yes,” Sparr admitted, flushing slightly.

“Yeah, she could have put a rock in that box and you would have given her twenty tokens.”

“She did. I threw out the rock and picked some grass on the way over.”

Jance snorted. “No, this is lovely.” He inhaled deeply, eyes sliding shut. “Really lovely. I’ll put the kettle on.” He fussed over the fire. “I take it your life of daring and adventure paid off?”

Sparr wasn’t sure what to say. “Maybe. Either way, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, giving me a place to build my vehicle.”

“I confess,” Jance said, joining Sparr at the little table. “I pulled back the tarp the other day. I have no idea what it is you’re building in there.”

“Wonder myself, sometimes.” Sparr hated the idea of deceiving Jance, but could hardly tell the full truth.

“Are you having trouble finding wheels for it?”

“Some of the parts are hard to find. I promise, if it’s not finished in two weeks I’ll break it back down again and get it out of your way.”

Jance shrugged. “It’s okay. Everything else in there is easier ığdır escort to find now anyway, since you tidied the place up.”

They sat for a moment, the popping of the tea kettle the only sound. Sparr remembered something he wanted to ask.

“Hey, you heard about the commotion in the plaza last week?”

“Sure. Foreigners, everyone’s saying. One woman dead, two men fell into the water, fighting. Maybe another guy dead in town. A mess.”

“Foreigners from where, Neeva?” From what the first assassin had told him, the Odysseus camp was near a town of that name.

“Mmm?” Jance rose to tend to the kettle. “Who knows. Just heard they arrived from across the sea.”

“We don’t see many of those ships, right?”

“Right. One or two ships a month from Seille. The journey isn’t easy.”

“You’ve taken it?”

“Twice, as a mate. Or was it three times? That was many years ago.”

“Do you have a chart?”

Jance raised an eyebrow but fetched a chart from the stack stuffed at one end of his desk. He unrolled it. “The captains from Seille have better charts these days, but this will give you an idea.”

The chart was significantly wider than it was tall, intended to cover only the east-west route between Santi and Seille. The top half was unadorned except for a row of wide but lightly drawn arrows pointing west. Sparr gave Jance an inquisitive look.

“There are two halves to the crossing,” he explained. “These arrows show the westerlies. Ships coming from Seille steer north until they catch the winds to cross the sea. Once they near land, they turn south for Santi.”

“And the east-bound ships?”

“Here,” Jance said, drawing his finger from left to right near the bottom of the chart. The talk of ships, winds, and seas energized the aging captain. “Currents, west to east. It can be a trick to avoid the ice, but the currents are reliable. You just need enough wind to steer by.”

Sparr gestured toward what looked like a ragged coastline at the very bottom of the chart. “And this is the ice?”

Jance nodded. “Yes, though the entire southern coast isn’t frozen. There are a few fjords, islands, and prominences where the ice doesn’t have a hold.”

The difficulty of what he was considering began to settle into Sparr like a chill. The air car, should he ever complete it, was designed for short flights, not a trans-continental journey. The glimpse at Jance’s chart was helpful, but the scale was impossible to determine. Would it take two days of flight? Ten? Any bare patch of land would work for a place to pass an evening, but would he be safe?

A crossing by ship would be safer. When he had begun construction on the air car Sparr had been picturing a destination somewhere over land, not sea. But over time he had fallen in love with the car, with the idea of it. A hundred justifications jostled for prominence. It would be faster than a ship crossing and would keep him away from spying eyes aboard a ship or in port. Once in Yurr, he could safely survey the Odysseus camp, or possibly track Calista herself. He could quickly escape a dangerous situation. Sparr couldn’t bring himself to abandon the plan.

“You still with us?” Jance was peering at him, head turned sideways. “Your tea is getting cold.”

“Ah, sorry,” Sparr muttered. “I was daydreaming.” He took a sip.

“Daydreaming about sailing to Seille, perhaps? Getting a glimpse of the Portal? Setting foot on Yurr?”

“The Portal?” The mention of the Precipice’s sacred site got his attention.

“Well, yes. I mean, you can’t go in but for many travelers it’s a highlight.”

“Where is it?”

Jance pointed to a black dot at the eastern edge of the ice, close to Seille. “It’s visible from ship, especially if the captain is hugging the coastline. And of course, they’ll stop in if they’re carrying Precipice passengers, which is common.”

When Sparr had pictured the Portal in his mind, he had envisioned a peaceful woodland setting. In the center would be a cathedral-like temple, circled with smaller common buildings, studios, kitchens, and accommodations for visiting priests. To learn that instead it was nestled in a remote fjord only deepened the mystery. He shook his head, trying to chase away the temptation to inquire further about the secretive religion. Sparr had spent enough time pursuing Kaybe’s mysteries. It was time to pursue his own.

***

“Cee of Shitty Booze Stand!”

It was their shared joke. When Sparr had first met the liquor vendor he had impulsively introduced himself as Alain of Maryland. She had reciprocated by adding ‘of Shitty Booze Stand’ to her name.

“It’s not so shitty anymore,” Cee countered.

She wasn’t wrong. After purchasing his third consecutive case of liquor from her, Sparr had confessed that he was selling it at a loss, trying to lure new customers to his little shop. The easy cash helped Cee diversify by adding a greater variety of liquors to her stall, including some finer spirits ısparta escort that drew new customers from the town’s wealthier patrons.

“Anything new?” Sparr asked. “They say I have a discerning palate.”

“They say you’re a thirsty moocher, but yeah, try this.” She opened an elaborate green bottle almost half a meter tall, pouring two tastings. Like her shop, Cee was looking good lately. Today she was wearing a pair of billowy trousers tied at the knee in the local style, and a simple, half-sheer white blouse which did nothing to hide her enticingly deep cleavage. Her untamed brown hair was everywhere at once.

“Hooo, that’s strong!” Sparr gasped, then, as the liquor lingered on his tongue, added, “Oh. Oh, nice. What is it?”

“It’s either distilled from figs or infused with them.” Cee shook her head. “I’m not sure. My supplier is always at least half drunk.”

The native fruit that Sparr’s implant translated as ‘figs’ must have been surprisingly close to an Earth fig. Not only the cloyingly sweet taste, but the musky scent said as much. Such similarities were common enough to intrigue him but were also sources of frustration. To be stranded on an alien world teeming with new species, but unable to properly analyze them, was agonizing to the biologist.

Cee took a small sip, too, then made a show of licking a drop from her finger. She had flirted brazenly with Sparr from their first meeting, and showed no signs of letting up. “By the way,” she said, “when do I get my reward for saving your life from those assassins?”

“Funny you should ask,” Sparr said, unable to keep a smile from his face. “Can you close up early?”

Cee gaped at him, her expression shifting between skepticism and hope. She made up her mind. “Help me with these!” she said, shoving a crate of bottles at Sparr before lifting one of her own. She led him to her cottage where the two stashed the crates under the bed. Almost before Sparr had set his case down, Cee’s hands were on him, running from his neck to chest, and abs.

“Wait, wait,” Sparr said, laughing, but also trying to fight back his body’s natural response to Cee’s touch. “Not here. Can you come with me?”

“Alain, please!” she said, clearly exasperated. “How long have we-“

“Hey, it’s not too far, I swear!” He was grinning, enjoying the game more than Cee, and feeling a touch guilty for it.

“Uhhh,” she groaned. Cee snagged the bottle of liquor they had sampled earlier. “You’re going to drive a liquor vendor to drink.” She took a sip, but let Sparr lead her back through the door and into the plaza.

Santi swirled and pressed around them, currents of porters, sailors, merchants, craftsmen, and thieves. A pair of Origin princes loped past, each carrying boxes of provisions.

“You should sell to the temple,” Sparr suggested. “Party there every night.”

“I’ve tried, but they buy directly from the same vendors I do. Anyway, I’m content. I got to meet you, didn’t I?”

“Aw, you’re sweet!” Sparr gestured for the bottle.

“I’d like to find out how sweet you are,” Cee said, her flirtatious smile back. “Where are you taking me, by the way?”

He took a sip. “We’re almost there.” The house he sought wasn’t far from the docks, but the terrain was steep. Cee and Sparr stopped more than once, letting Bogg catch up, and regaining their own breath. At last, Sparr stopped before the modestly sized, but well-appointed, home. He knocked.

Cee and Aine regarded each other, both ignoring Sparr. They were more alike than not. Aine was a touch taller, had hair a shade darker, and was several years younger than the liquor vendor. Cee’s eyes were a lighter brown, her hair untamed, and her skin was considerably paler than Aine’s caramel tone. But both were full-breasted, had playful eyes, a touch of womanly softness, and more than their share of confident sexuality. Sparr found them both beautiful.

“I take it you’re friends with Alain?” Cee asked. The meeting with Aine wasn’t what she had expected. For a moment she held back, trying to read the situation, to recalibrate her expectations of what the afternoon would hold.

“I’m Aine, yes. Please, come in.”

Aine had readied the room for her guests, with a decanter of wine, glassware, and a snack of fried root vegetable slices. Enough light came in through the salvaged glass windows, but Aine nonetheless had set out a pair of squat candles. Their scent reminded Sparr of the afternoon of bliss the couple had spent at the temple of the Origin bathhouse and theater.

“Your home is lovely.” Cee took a seat between Aine and Sparr, allowing the former to pour her a glass of wine.

“Mmm, thank you.” Aine poured a glass of wine for Sparr, then herself. “But,” she added, taking a sip, “I understand I owe you thanks for much more than that.”

“Oh?” Cee’s eyes flicked to Sparr before snapping back to Aine. “You do?”

“Yes, yes,” Aine said. She reached out a hand to rest it on Cee’s knee. “I understand from Alain that you were the one who warned him about the assassins.”

“Warned me about them, gave me a place to hide, pointed them out to me…” Sparr slid closer to Cee, resting a hand on her thigh.

Again, Cee’s eyes moved uncertainly from Aine to Sparr. “Oh, yes. You’re, uhhh, welcome.”

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Angelika – Like an angel

Truda – Fighting woman

Varick – Protecting Ruler

Harman – Man of the army

—————–

{Varick?} Alan thought to the man, {I think that you and Angelika need to come here as soon as possible.}

Alan could feel the confusion in Varick’s thoughts. {Alright we’ll be there as soon as possible.} Varick replied.

Emory was watching Alan as he was having a conversation with Varick. “Is everything alright?” Emory asked.

Shocked out of his thoughts Alan told him, “Yes sir, they should be along in a few minutes. It appears that the women are still shopping.” Alan said with a sigh. Emory started to laugh, then nod he could remember giving up after trying to stop his wife from shopping years ago; especially when she was as in to it as the two young ladies appeared to be.

A few minutes later the two doors of the shops that all of them had gone into opened.

Varick and Harman swiftly moved to Alan’s side concern apparent on both of their faces. “I thought you said that we’d have no further problems after the talk you had with their leader.” Varick told Alan on guard for any sudden movement toward them.

“For the moment we have no problems, though what this man here has to say might lead to some.” Alan told a confused Varick and Harman. “Let’s just wait ’til the women are here ok?”

Varick and Harman both nodded looking around at the amount of people, there were more than a few there that didn’t feel like the villagers.

A moment later they were joined by Angelika and Truda, both also with a look of concern on their faces. “We heard,” Angelika said. “I thought everything was good?”

Alan smirked a moment then replied, “As far as I can tell everything is. Apparently, the young woman’s father was impressed, as she said ‘Father was impressed when you brought me back and wished to talk to you. You are the first that have been here as long as you have and haven’t made a move, threatened or attacked. Father wished to ask you what your intentions are and if you would consider joining with us?’ I told them we all had to be here for something as big as the nature of this.”

Varick was nodding then scanned the crowd. Varick’s eyes coming to rest on the older man in the center of all those present. Then he did a double take, “I am sorry for staring but you appear to be familiar.” Varick told the man.

The older man stepped forward his shining, keen eyes wide as he took in Varick then Angelika. “I have to say sir,” the man started, “you also appear to seem familiar.”

Alan was nodding a wide smile breaking out on his face. “I think that all of you will be, to each other. Please sir,” Alan said looking at the older man, “please tell my uncle your name.”

The older man looked at Alan with a look of disbelief, “Uncle? You are joking; you both appear to be the same age. There is no…” The man stopped mid sentence staring even harder at Varick and the other three. “What is your last name?”

Varick sadly shook his head, “None of us know, much of our past is gone. I am Varick, this is my sister Angelika. These are our friends Harman and his sister Truda.”

“Varick… ,” the old man was whispering as he slowly stepped toward Varick. Touching the side of Varick’s face the old man drew back as if he were shocked. “Brother is it really you?” Turning toward Angelika, tears now streaming freely down his face. “Sister? My god you are still as beautiful as you were then!”

Angelika pulled back from the man as if she’d been burned, “Sister!? Just who the hell are you? What kind of sick and twisted joke is this?” She spit at the older man.

The old man retreated back as if he’d been punched. “I guess it has been far too long for either of you to remember me.” The older man whispered. Looking at Alan the man’s eyes were almost pleading with him to help.

Sighing Alan stood up between the old man and the siblings. “Maybe this will help?” Alan asked passing a hand over the older man.

There were more than a half a dozen gasps heard as the older man was suddenly regressing in age. In place of the older man was now a teen of eighteen or nineteen. “H … h … how?” The teen was stuttering.

“Ok, that’s a new trick we haven’t seen you do before,” A smirking Truda said. Looking Alan over closely she said, “What other things are you hiding?”

“Emory? My god! Is that you? We all saw you gunned down! They carried you out and threw your body away like trash!” They heard Harman’s voice.

It was the teen’s turn to smirk, “All of you forgot the game we used to play? Stop the stick? Come on I know you all remember it!”

Tears now streaming down her face, Angelika bowed her head and whispered, “We just got our memories of you back an hour ago. Please forgive me brother, I was so afraid, so terrified when I saw you go down. I thought they had killed you and were about to start on us!”

Varick and Emory both moved to comfort Angelika who was a mass of crying flesh eskişehir escort at their feet. Gasping a moment when both males put their arms around her, then she sighed and relaxed.

Several of the shocked men had taken a step forward, but were stopped when the teen put up a hand and they all stopped dead in their tracks.

Madde walked over to Alan with a questioning look. “I thought father’s brother and sister were killed during the war. By the way what in the hell did you do to him?”

“Oh that?” Alan said sounding as if it were an everyday thing. “I just reversed the aging process on the rest of him. His insides are already that of a young man, I just matched the outside with the inside.”

“So,” Madde started again trying to let everything sink in. Father called the woman on the ground his sister, the man next to him his brother. You said that the same man was your uncle? Wait, then that makes that young beautiful woman your mother?” Shaking her head she was still having a hard time getting her head around it. “I saw what you did; I know you can do a lot of things but…” Even as she watched Alan started to grow older ’til he was the same outward age that her father had been.

“It’s not that hard once you can grasp the concept,” Alan said matter of factly.

From behind them they heard Angelika giggle, “Ok Alan now you’re just showing off!”

Alan and Madde turned to see Angelika hugging and kissing both of her brothers. “You are the one who put me onto this mother.” Alan said with a smirk of his own. “You’re as much to blame as I am!”

“Me!? You are of course joking Alan, I never told you to show off like this!” Angelika said as Truda joined in on the giggling.

Alan shook his head and was quickly the age he was again. “Crap, never try to win an argument against your mother!” This of course started another round of giggling from Angelika, Truda, and now Madde. “Honestly! I don’t see the humor in any of this!”

Varick walked over to Alan, “Don’t argue that’s what you said, just let it go ’til later then you can get back at them.” All this was whispered though Alan was sure that Truda was detecting what had been whispered between them.

Alan nodded toward Truda and Varick nodded as he clamped his mouth shut.

Emory turned toward Alan, “I appreciate what you have done for me but really Alan! A teenager?”

Alan nodded then waved a hand over Emory who aged for a moment then looked about thirty. “There that any better?”

“Yes thank you, I guess I should call you nephew now, no?” Emory said with a huge smile on his face. “So you weren’t engineered like they were?”

“No, as far as I can tell, I came by all of mine by birth. As far as I know the doctor…” There were several gasps then more than a few angry shouts from those that came with Emory.

Emory held up a hand quieting all of them. “I am more than familiar with that monster. When we received word that the bunker had exploded, we were also told that all were killed in it. Hence, my shock at seeing my family. Wait! You mean to tell me that the animal survived also!?” Emory’s face was now twisted into a mask of rage.

“I am afraid so though strangely enough, no one has actually seen him in over forty years.” Alan told the man.

“Forty years? All of our memories go back almost that far except for what you have opened in the last few weeks. I still can’t remember your birth, or who the father is Alan. I fear I may never remember.” Angelika said a fresh set of tears in her eyes.

Madde ran to Angelika and held her close crying with her. “This beast of a doctor did this to you?!” Madde looked at Emory, “Father, I want to be stronger, I want to help them destroy this monster you have told us about!”

Emory looked at Alan feeling the almost overwhelming amount of power the younger man possessed. Rubbing his chin he thought yes, he did feel many times more powerful than the doctor. “Alright I agree; that is if you can do it. I also want you to help those here also. If worst comes to worst we might need the added power to fight him. Especially if he tries to hurt you through us.”

“I can, though as strong as he is right now you are the only one that would stand a chance. I’m sure you know that to go against him takes a lot of power.” Alan told all that were present.

Emory patted Alan on the shoulder, “We have a lot more than power, and we have a full bag of tricks that have kept us hidden from him for all this time.”

Alan nodded as the man opened his mind and showed Alan all of the many tricks that they had used over the years. Interesting Alan thought some of these ideas might actually come in handy.

A sudden thought accrued to Alan, “I was thinking Varick. With the way the assistant is coming after us you think he might try to come here?”

Varick and Harman were suddenly attentive, “Wait you really think he’d risk trying to attack here,” Varick asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past him with gaziantep escort the rise in the frequency of the attacks.” Harman said after thinking a moment. “You might want to put something in their minds to actually deter the assistant’s men.”

Emory and Madde were watching this exchange with great interest. “You mean to tell us there is another out there? Anything you can do Alan, to keep all of these people safe would be welcome.”

Alan nodded and started on the weaker of the men with abilities within twenty minutes they were all at twice the power they had been. Shaking his head Alan knew they could stop a few of the hoard the assistant had but they would need to be stronger if they were going to be of any use.

Looking at Madde’s son Alan saw that the young man was already as strong as he’d just made the twenty men. I have to be careful Alan thought as he started to raise the young man’s power. Finally the man was far more powerful than any but his grandfather. Starting on his cousin he found that she was far easier than any he’d done. Finally finished with her a mere ten minutes later Alan felt a slight drain and sat with a thud.

Angelika, Truda, and Madde ran to him as he started to topple over on the bench. “Crap I think I did it agai…” then the darkness took Alan into its embrace.

This time Alan was in the doctor’s bunker in a few seconds. Looking around he could feel himself there so kept out of the way. Then he felt another presence, huh? Truda? {What are you doing here? How did you get in?} Alan asked.

{Alan really after all you did for me, this was the least I could do. It was easy really once you were unconscious I could get into your dreams or in this case travel. Oh my god! You are really here!}

Alan felt her reach out to the doctor feeling for his heart then stopped as thousands of choices came up. {I told you choose the right one, since it will now interact with all I have done.}

{Here I hadn’t believed you! Damn it Alan! You could have come to me with help for this!} Truda said.

{No I couldn’t, you have to retreat before it starts.} Alan warned.

{What starts?} Truda asked.

{Just retreat I’ll explain.} Alan felt her withdraw when the doctor spoke.

{You again? I am ready for you this time!} He heard the doctor’s evil laugh then the doctor touched a machine. Alan just shrugged as power flowed to him then through him. {What!? You aren’t here? I can feel you I know you are real!}

Alan laughed then the assistant appeared and Alan leapt to his mind. As quickly as he could Alan started to leave far more in him than he had in the doctor. {You are going to suffer a most horrible death you son of a bitch!}

{Who are you? You can’t hurt me; I am one of the Führer’s finest agents. I will… } The assistant started then stopped suddenly as he was screaming in his head.

{You are a pathetic excuse for a living organism. Though I hesitate to call you that as I might insult organisms. Here I want you to remember this!} Alan screamed as the assistant was again screaming in his mind.

{Who are you? I will find out and destroy you!} The assistant yelled.

{Oh yeah? Really. Good luck with that!} Alan said as he started to withdraw, the assistant screaming at him to know his identity.

Alan awoke with a major headache; looking over at Truda he saw that she had one also. “I warned you it isn’t as easy as you thought it was, is it?” Alan told Truda as she tried to rise off the mattress. Huh? They were in beds? Inside? What in the hell was going on?

Madde, Emory, Angelika, and Harman entered the room a moment later. “I … I didn’t know that you actually saw and felt all that we went through. Not just one of us but all of us! With all the control you have why can’t you block out all of us?”

Alan tried to speak but found that his throat was as dry as could be. Angelika handed him a glass of water which he drained in record time. “I can’t block all of you; if I did I wouldn’t be able to do what I did. Besides I am sure that the son of a bitch assistant will be terrified of the both of us now!”

“Both of us?” Truda said as she sat up and tried to stand on wobbly legs. Almost falling she was caught by her brother.

“Careful, you don’t want to fall on your face,” Harman said looking back and forth between his sister and Alan.

“That’s not important, what do you mean he’s afraid of me also?” Truda pushed for an answer.

“Truda really you were there, I know he could feel the both of us. He was scared at first but I felt you look out and felt him shake in terror. So I’d say, he’s is terrified we both are going to attack him again. Especially since I put as much in him as I did.” Alan was also trying to stand finding he was still weak from all he’d done before but could quickly feel his strength returning.

“What have you done now?” Varick said a moment later as he came through the door.

“I went with him so it wasn’t giresun escort all him Varick. My god Varick, we really were there! I saw the doctor and the assistant, Alan planted more in the doctor and then put quite a few in the assistant.” Truda told the man.

“You what!? Have you lost your mind Truda? What if they had put something in you that had you killing Alan when you were in there? I can’t believ…” Varick was saying then was flying across the room but stopped well short of the wall a surprised look on his face.

Truda’s eyes were glowing as a harsh growl came from her lips, “I AM NOT CRAZY! Never say that to me again Varick! NEVER! I am a lot more powerful than I was; don’t make me try to punish you Varick! Like you, I have several of my memories linked to gain strength against all they did to us. You forget, Alan has healed more in me than the rest of you!”

Harman had already backed away from his sister not wanting to be what she centered on. Truda looked over at her brother and the look on her face softened, “It is good to see you are getting smarter brother, yes very encouraging indeed.” With that Truda started to wobble on her legs again as Harman rushed to catch her as she passed out.

Angelika was shaking her head at her brother, “Really Varick she’d just started to finally feel more normal. Then you say that! I’d say she’s worked harder than all of us to get where she is.” Varick nodded then mumbled, “What was that brother? I couldn’t quite hear it.”

“I said, I will have to apologize to her when she wakes up.” Varick said though it seemed hard for him.

“Yes I think that would be wise brother.” Angelika said with a small laugh.

Alan could only shake his head as he began to feel far more normal. “I need to check all that I have worked on. Then I want to start on you Uncle.”

Emory Verlorenen nodded then started to smile, uncle! Something he thought he’d never hear. Angelika stepped close a moment later, “I forgot in all the excitement and reunion Emory. What is our last name? In all the years we have yet to discover it.”

Looking at Varick and Angelika with shock Emory stated, “He took your name from you? If I have the chance I will kill the bastard myself! It is Verlorenen it means the lost ones.”

“Emory,” Harman said as he and Truda had been listening. “Do you recall ours?”

Giving a huge sigh Emory nodded and said, “Yes, it was Mächtig. It means mighty.” Both Harman and Truda were shocked but smiled in delight. “Again I say I will personally kill the bastard if given the chance. You can do a lot of things but to take the very name of a person’s family, that is unforgiveable!”

Alan was nodding feeling the rage growing in Emory; really he couldn’t blame the man. To lose your family not once but twice? Yes, Alan knew all too well the feeling of not knowing who he truly was.

Alan shook his head as he started to go over all twenty of those he had increased. Ah! Good they were holding steady though they were stronger he hoped they would be effective. Even armed with all the tricks that Emory had shown him he knew that the assistant’s goons wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

Next Aldrich, Madde’s son came in hmmm, yes, the young man’s abilities were holding strong indeed. Though not hugely powerful he’d be more than a match for all the men that the assistant could send. Then he touched Madde and received a shock. She’d obviously been practicing, as they weren’t where he’d left them compared to where her abilities were now.

Sighing Alan knew it would be a few days ’til he could increase the twenty. Though they had abilities their bodies still needed to adjust some before they went up more. Aldrich could in another two days, as well as Madde perhaps even one for her. She was already almost as high as her father was right now.

Turning at last to Emory Alan told him, “I have gone over all of those I did the improvements to. The twenty will take at least a week. I just hope we have that long. Aldrich is very high and could hold his own for a while, it will be at least two days for him. Madde is a different story.”

Emory’s eyes went wide, “Is she that weak? I thought she was by far more powerful than most.”

“What!? Weak? No, it’s not that. I just improved her hours ago and already she has slightly increased where I left her. I’d say another day for her.” Alan said a little shocked.

Emory nodded then told Alan, “Alright son I’m ready when you are. Though I have to ask, just how much is this going to hurt?”

“Hurt? Who told you there would be pain?” Thinking back a moment, Alan smiled. “The reason he felt pain was he tried to resist. It seems he changed his mind AFTER I had started. It’s a little hard to stop once one starts this, had I stopped where I was, he would have been dead a few hours later.”

“Ah! I see now, I will have to speak to him after we are done. Sorry to be so questioning but one more?” Alan nodded as his uncle continued. “Is it possible to unlock the abilities in others? We have been told for decades that everyone has these abilities.”

Alan thought about it for a few moments then said, “I’d have to see the one that you would want me to open up. Also it could be dangerous as they wouldn’t have the control that someone born with it would have.”

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Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000

Chapter 14

[Note: This is a Science Fiction story with some erotic scenes. It is not a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none. ]

“Finally,” said Pam.

She was gorgeous. She was wearing her special white dress that Taylor had loved so much. Her beautiful blonde hair was perfectly combed. Her breasts were large and firm. Her smile was wide. Only her eyes were different, her green eyes vaguely blank.

“I have searched so long for you, my love,” said Pam, giving him a kiss.

The kiss felt real. But Taylor looked at the blackness around them. He knew this was another dream.

“How long have you searched for me?” Taylor asked, playing along.

“For 500 million years,” said Pam. “That’s why it’s taken me so long to find you. I had to go back in time quite a bit, my sweet.” And she kissed him again.

“You mean forward in time, don’t you?” said Taylor.

Pam smiled. “I meant what I said, my sweetest love.” She ran a hand through his hair. “I have not seen you… in so long. I missed you so much.”

Taylor looked confused. “Pam, if this were really you, you’ve been dead for at least 500 million years.”

“No, you’re the one who’s long dead and gone, my sweet,” she said, crinkling her nose in that irresistible way she did.

“You’re not real,” Taylor insisted.

“I am real,” said Pam. “Because of your love for me, I am real. Or rather, I will be. It is you who are not real, from my perspective.”

“Oh, I’m not, am I?” Taylor was beginning to find this dream amusing.

“No. But you soon will be. That’s why I’m here. You have to fight on just a bit longer, my sweet. Your travails are almost over. 500 million years of time cannot separate us, my love. Not 500 million years, not a billion, and not infinity.” And then she kissed him again. He felt the warmth of her lips against his.

“I came to you because you taught me to love,” said Pam. “You taught me to love, and I could not bear the thought of what was being done to you here. But be strong, my sweet. It is almost over. Soon, we shall be together again. Look for me… look for me, Michael… I will be there for you, waiting for you, at the end of time….”

********

Taylor sat up with a jerk. His body was sweaty. His heart was beating rapidly.

It had been Pam, and yet, not Pam. The real Pam never talked like that. It had been another dream. His desire for Pam had fused together with his desire for escape, and this is what it had produced.

And yet… something about Pam had been so… compelling. Even though he knew it had to be a dream, it had to be a product of his feverish unconscious.

Didn’t it?

He got up, and abruptly looked around.

“Michael, are you all right?” Victor asked.

Taylor looked around, and saw the despondent remainder of his crew. More than half of them had been taken.

“What are you looking for?” Victor asked. “What are you doing, Michael?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing?” Taylor repeated, as he worked to clear the sleep inertia from his mind. “I’m getting us out of here. That’s what I’m doing, Victor.”

He strode up to the bed in the center of the room, which was unoccupied, at the moment. “Suki!” he yelled.

“Suki!” he yelled again.

The others looked at him like he was insane.

Taylor climbed on the bed, and stood on it. “Suki!” he cried again.

“He’s gone mad,” said Bill Carey.

“It’s the stress,” said Victor. “It could happen to any of us.”

Suddenly Jennifer appeared. “Captain Taylor?”

“I called for Suki,” said Taylor.

Jennifer changed into Suki.

“No, I want Suki,” said Taylor, as if he were talking to a small child.

Suki disappeared.

Suki reappeared.

Once again, Taylor had no way of knowing for sure who he was speaking to. All he could do was-

“Take us somewhere private.”

********

They watched Suki standing in front of the graduating class at the Survey Service Academy in Perth.

“Who was sitting in the front row, watching you?”

“My parents,” said Suki.

They watched Suki receive her formal rank of ensign. That Suki smiled and looked emotionally overwhelmed as the audience clapped wildly while she was decorated with her new shoulder bars.

“How did it make you feel to be awarded the rank and responsibilities of the rank of Ensign in the United Survey Service?”

“Proud,” said Suki, her face a mask.

“And to have your parents there to see it?”

“Proud,” Suki said again. “Very proud.”

The scene changed. Suki was riding on Taylor’s penis, on the soft grass on the banks of the hot spring.

“I’m your Captain’s girl. I’m your Captain’s girl,” said Suki, smiling as she worked herself up and down on his shaft.

“How did you feel when you said elazığ escort that?” Taylor asked.

Suki watched herself work her body up and down on Taylor. She saw the feeling of pure pleasure written on her face as her younger self worked to elicit the same feelings from Taylor beneath her. She watched as her young body rocked under the sun, making love in the great outdoors, enjoying the sexual pleasure of taking a man and being taken by him in the arms of nature.

“I felt happy. Very happy,” said Suki woodenly.

Taylor looked at her face and frowned. It wasn’t working. She remembered all these things, but she didn’t feel them. He stared at her blank face, straining to come up with another idea, an idea which would save them all. “All right,” he said finally.

The scene shifted again.

Taylor was making love to Jennifer. He was plowing between her legs, his eyes shut, his face a mask of concentration. Jennifer was looking up at him, her eyes gleaming, with just the faintest hint of satisfaction on her face.

But then the scene moved outwards, and there was Suki, some twenty feet away, with the fingers of her right hand in her mouth, and her left hand clamped on her thigh. Her face was full of concern as she watched Taylor performing the ritual of reproduction with Jennifer, or whatever Jennifer had become.

“What were you feeling then?” Taylor asked.

“Jealousy,” said Suki.

“Is that all?”

Suki was silent.

“Is that all you felt?” Taylor asked again, walking around her.

“No,” said Suki. “I also felt fear.”

“Fear of what?”

“Fear that you would be given the isotope,” said Suki.

“Why?”

“Because a second dose of the isotope would likely be fatal.”

“And why would you care about that?” said Taylor.

“Because… because I love you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

And then he saw it. He had broken through.

Jennifer hadn’t loved him. Not like that. Not in the way that Suki did. Suki’s DNA had been twisted, altered, and her consciousness had been made to serve the United. But somewhere in the portion of her that had been swallowed up, was the memory of who she was, and the feelings that came with it.

Suki put her hands on Taylor’s face. She stared at him wordlessly, but her eyes widened, ever so slightly.

“Help us,” Taylor said.

Her hands roamed over his cheeks, and neck, and chest.

“Save us,” Taylor pleaded.

Suki bit her lips, and her eyes turned ablaze.

*********

He was back on the Judicator. All the survivors were. Even though Taylor didn’t see everyone on the bridge, he somehow knew everyone was aboard. Bill Carey and Ensign Collins and Elizabeth and Victor were there, as was… Suki.

“You don’t have much time,” said Suki. “Set a course for the anomaly, fast.”

Taylor sprinted to the navigation console. In seconds, the mighty engines of the Judicator were fired up. They were in orbit around Corta; it would take about four minutes to reach the Black Box.

“Suki?” said Elizabeth, with a confused look on her face.

“Suki, can’t they just teleport us back to Corta?” Taylor asked.

“I have set up a dispersion sublayer. They will have to work their way through it. But it will not hold them for long,” said Suki. “Once you get into the Black Box, you should be safe.”

“But the Black Box only goes forward in time,” said Taylor.

“I will help you use it to go back,” said Suki. She glanced at the viewscreen, and saw the distant shape of the Black Box move closer.

“But what about our mission?” Taylor asked. “Have we accomplished it? Is the Earth safe?”

“Yes, but-“

Suddenly, United appeared all over the Judicator, including the bridge. One of them reached out and touched Ensign Kevin Garrovick. Both the United and Garrovick disappeared.

“Don’t let them touch you!” Suki shouted.

Another United appeared, and lunged for Elizabeth. Taylor instinctively reached for his compression pistol, but he was unarmed. Elizabeth retreated, but was cornered in one part of the bridge. The United approached her.

But then Bill Carey came up from behind and grabbed the United, throwing it to the ground. Both of them vanished. Elizabeth screamed.

The Black Box loomed large in the screen. Crew all over the ship fled as they were pursued by the United. Those in corridors were more fortunate as they had more space to run away then those on the bridge, but as the seconds ticked by more and more of them were apprehended and returned to Corta.

On the bridge, Taylor ducked a tentacle from one of the United. He saw out of the corner of his eye the Black Box loomed large on the viewscreen. Just a few more seconds!

“Hello, Captain.”

Taylor turned to see Jennifer, smiling at him. “We’re not done yet, Captain Taylor,” she said, reaching out.

Taylor fell backwards, stumbling, and fell on the ground.

Jennifer reached down-

And erzincan escort a blast sent her sprawling.

“Get away from him, you bitch!” Suki yelled.

Jennifer looked at Suki with eyes as hard as flint. She launched an energy blast at Suki. Suki responded with one of their own. They blasted each other, each trying to overcome the other’s energy bursts-

And then the USS Judicator entered the Black box.

All the United on the ship vanished. All except Jennifer and Suki.

Taylor watched with mixed emotions as he saw the large hole in Jennifer’s chest. She lay lifelessly on the ground. She looked so much like Jennifer… on the outside. The smoky hole, however, held silvery flesh on the inside.

“Cap…tain,” said a familiar voice.

Taylor ran over to Suki. She had a large smoking hole in her belly. She had partially transformed; her bottom half was squid, the top half still her original self.

Taylor held the human half in his arms. “Suki-“

“I’m glad,” she said softly.

“Glad?”

“Experiment,” said Suki, and her voice dropped in volume, to a whisper. “Experiment… a…. ahhhhh…. success.” She started to lift her hand, faltered, and Taylor lifted it to his face. She looked into his eyes. “I… I feel.” She actually smiled, for a fraction of a moment, and then she collapsed, and her body reverted entirely, and he found himself holding a creature with one giant eye.

Taylor raised his head, still holding Suki in his arms, with horror, surprise, and shock competing for primacy on his face. Elizabeth looked at him, and her face melted in sympathy as their eyes met.

********

Sixteen.

Out of a crew of 54 Survey Service officers and 14 scientists, there were only 16 of them left.

It wasn’t precisely clear how many of them were dead, or still captive on Corta. At the time they escaped, Taylor had the impression that approximately 28 of his crew hadn’t yet been given the isotope. That meant that the United had recaptured about a dozen of them.

Taylor’s back grew taut. The Survey Service never left its own behind, not ever. But he had no choice. They were flying out of control in the Black Box. There was no way to go back. The guilt of this experience, of leaving crewmembers behind, would be with him for the rest of his life.

“There was nothing you could have done, Michael,” said Victor. “It was amazing that you saved any of us. No Survey Service Captain could have done any better.”

Taylor looked down. He felt incredibly conflicted.

“Hey,” said Elizabeth.

Taylor lifted his head.

“You did well,” she said, giving him a quick kiss.

********

Taylor set up a three shift rotating watch schedule with the skeleton crew he had left. He headed one watch; Ensign Collins headed the second; and Elizabeth headed the third. Taylor recalled that technically speaking, Elizabeth outranked them all, as a full Commander in the Survey Service Reserves. The day they had argued about her rank in Admiral Von Windhoek’s office had seemed so long ago.

500,000,000 years ago, give or take a few million.

Taylor left crewman Mayweather in charge of the bridge for a brief period while he met with Elizabeth, Victor, and Doctor McCrae, virtually all that were left of the senior staff.

“It seems our mission is complete,” said Taylor.

“And how do we know that?” McCrae asked.

“The United claimed that the Black Box is gone from Earth, that it didn’t cause any further harm,” said Taylor. “And Suki basically confirmed that.”

“Basically?” said Elizabeth.

“When I asked her if the Earth was safe, she said, ‘Yes, but’.”

“Yes… but what?” said Elizabeth.

“We were attacked,” said Taylor. “She never got a chance to say more.”

“It’s that ‘but’ part that concerns me,” said McCrae, raising an eyebrow.

“Me too,” said Taylor. “But I don’t see that we can do anything about it. If Suki were here, she could have guided us back to Earth…. But she’s not here, and we’re flying out of control, into the future.”

“I’m confused,” said Elizabeth. “The time we just left, the year 500,000,000-“

“Plus or minus a few million years,” said Victor.

Elizabeth gave him a dirty look. “The time period we just left. That’s where the time tunnel was started from, correct?”

“That’s where it was controlled from,” said Taylor. “So we were told,” he hastened to add. Could they really know anything with a certainty, under these circumstances?

“And their goal was to get people from the past, like us, to come to their time so they could use them in experiments,” said Elizabeth.

“So we were told,” said Taylor.

“So… why wasn’t this the last stop in the time tunnel?” said Elizabeth.

“A good question,” said Victor. “Perhaps they were also sending explorers into their own future.”

“How far into the future?” said Elizabeth. “What if this time tunnel is… endless? erzurum escort Infinite? Like a chimney with no ending?”

“Let’s not dwell on things we can’t control,” said Victor. “Let’s try to look at the bright side. Suki said the Earth is safe. She said ‘Yes, but’, I’m an eternal optimist. I prefer to dwell on the ‘yes’ part. I think our mission is accomplished.”

“Yes,” said Taylor, looking out the window at the blackness of space. “But where are we? And when?”

********

Taylor and Elizabeth both had emotional scars to tend to. Taylor had been forced to watch helplessly as his crew get killed or converted, one by one. He had lost more than half his crew. He felt the weight of it heavily.

Elizabeth tried to console him. “Michael, if it had been anyone else, anyone at all, we would all be dead.”

Taylor said nothing.

“Captain Margaret Astor, USS Aurora. Entire crew, lost.”

Taylor remembered how the Ascended had tortured the Aurora’s crew, until nothing was left of them.

“Captain Robert Andrews, USS Judicator. Entire crew, lost.””

Taylor remembered how the physical bodies of the Judicator crew had withered away, leaving them trapped in the virtual layer.

“Captain Audrey Spaulding, USS Exeter. Entire crew, lost.””

The Exeter crew had been killed or converted by the United. For a moment Taylor thought about Captain Spaulding. Had she really come to him in a dream, to try and help him? Or had that been Taylor’s own wishful thinking?

“You saved us,” said Elizabeth, interrupting his train of thought. “You saved all of us that could be saved. You were the only Survey Service Captain who could.” She leaned over and kissed him. He felt her reassuring lips.

I love you, I love you.

Elizabeth still believed it. She believed that he was in love with her.

Taylor’s thoughts naturally turned to Jennifer, and Suki. He hadn’t been able to turn Jennifer.

But that was because Jennifer never loved him, not like Suki did.

Jennifer… for the rest of his life Taylor would not know what to think about his first officer. On one level she had been his loyal, dependable friend. But on another… she had been a temptress, one who delighted in leading men on, one who enjoyed the feeling of being wanted, and denying pleasure to those who responded.

In a way, Jennifer was a lot like the United. She had to go to extremes to feel anything. Thinking about it, Taylor wasn’t sure how much Jennifer had actually changed when she became a member of the United. There had been some troubling continuity.

But at least Suki had come back to him, in the end. It was not her love for the Survey Service which had turned her, but her love for him, even though her love was unrequited, even though he had repeatedly spurned and rejected her.

And then, at the last, when she looked up at him… she had seemed happy, satisfied even. He wondered how much of her had been Suki, and how much the United. He would never know.

Taylor was suddenly aware that Elizabeth was sobbing softly.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he said, taking her in his arms.

“I… I was just thinking of Bill Carey,” said Elizabeth. “When he tackled that United… he gave his life to save mine.” She swallowed. Her face was sweaty. “When I ask myself, would I have done the same for him, would I have sacrificed my life to save his, I have to say… the answer would be… no. And yet, he did it for me, without a second thought. Why?” She looked at him with pain in her eyes.

“He was a Survey Service officer,” said Taylor, holding her closely. “That’s his job.”

“But… I’m a Survey Service officer too,” said Elizabeth.

“In the Scientific Branch,” said Taylor. “It’s no disrespect to your work, but I wouldn’t expect Doctor McCrae to lead a squad into battle. Nor you.”

She looked at him tearfully. “Will you… will give them commendations in your log?”

“I will. All of them.” Especially Suki.

The Year 1,000,000,000

The Judicator was a ghost ship.

The ship had a normal complement of 234. With only 16 crewmembers aboard, it felt… empty.

Even more so as Taylor looked at all the empty positions on the bridge. Bridge watches were held by only a single watch officer and two crewers, crewers who were technically not qualified to even be on the bridge.

That left for a lot of empty chairs.

There was an empty chair for Bill Carey. They had started out very adversarially towards each other. Then they had bonded while both being interrogated by the Ascended in the year 8,000,000. But that had been nearly 500,000,000 years ago.

And now Bill was gone. Taylor hoped they would get home if only so he could tell Bill’s family how brave he had been.

There was a seat for Jennifer, of course. Taylor had very mixed feelings about his former first officer. He couldn’t blame her for what she had become. Despite the things she had done to him, both before and after becoming a member of the United, he still found that he missed her, to his surprise. He would never see that little smile again. He would never see the wonderful profile she cut in a Survey Service uniform, never be on the receiving end of a little flirtatious-

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Fear took over Alex. “What do you want me to do? Just press the wires together and see what happens? I could die.”

“My patience wears thin, earthling. Make a stream of electricity to bond the two cords.

“I don’t know how!” he frantically said.

Shyra placed her hand over her mouth; her body language suggested she was concerned with his lack of kinetic comprehension. “Perhaps my father was right about the potential of this planet.” She moved in closer until she was face-to-face with Alex. “Visualize an electrical connection between the two cords,” Shyra instructed.

Confused, Alex held the wires and tried to see some sort of electrical bond between them in his mind. Nothing at first, but then he felt some sort of warm sensation flow through his arms to his hands but kept his eyes shut, as he was focused on imagining. The computer turned on and began rebooting.

“Good, very good indeed,” she remarked. “What do they call you?”

“Alexander Carter, but everyone just calls me Alex.”

“Very well, Alexander, I have come as a guardian to save your planet from invasion. Now gather your things. We are leaving.”

“I keep telling you, I can’t just pick up and leave. I have a life here. And how do I know you aren’t just trying to abduct me to perform gross experiments on me? I’ve heard how this kind of stuff usually goes.”

“Trust me, human. If I wanted to abduct you, I would have done it by now.”

“Fair enough,” he responded. Alex stared in disbelief. He always hoped he was meant for something greater in this world—that he wasn’t just another kid out of Houston, Texas—but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this. “What about my grandfather?” Alex asked. Shyra replied, “No one can know where we go. Our training must be in seclusion. I will give you one last chance to say good-bye.”

“What kind of training?” Alex asked. Shyra reminded him, “You have ten minutes; better make it quick.”

“I can’t just leave him. I’m all he’s got,” Alex said.

“Then your grandfather is already dead. Odd, though, I thought you a hero, but I was mistaken. I pray the Zenakuu at least slaughter you and your family quickly and without torture. Good day, Alexander Carter.” With that, she turned and headed for the window.

“Wait,” Alex called after her. She grinned upon his stopping her but wiped the smile from her face before turning around.

“Swear to me that if I go with you, he’ll live,” he said.

“I will guard his life myself if need be,” she promised him. Alex stared at her. Doing nothing was a risk he could not take. Putting family first was something he learned from an early age. Though petrified, he finally gave in. “I’ll go with you,” he finally said.

“Of course you will. Now go make your preparations so we can depart.” Alex walked out and headed toward his grandfather’s bedroom. Quietly and carefully, he entered the room. “Can I talk to you, Grandpa?” Alex asked.

“Of course, Alex, come in,” said Grandpa Henry with a smile.

Alex walked through the doorway and looked in awe at the wall of plaques and awards his grandfather and late father had earned through the years like he always did before finally confessing what was on his mind. “You have always told me I was destined for great things,” Alex said.

“Because you are, Alex,” his grandfather proudly told him.

“Well, there is something that I must do. It’s the reason I was born, I think, but I promise that I will come back.”

“What are you talking about, son? I’m confused.”

“Please, Grandpa, you gotta trust me on this,” Alex continued. “I have to go now, but I love you.”

“Absolutely not,” his grandfather said. “I diyarbakır escort lost your father. I’m not losing you too; you’re all I have left of him.”

The last thing Alex wanted to do was abandon his grandfather, but he knew his grandfather was strong and still had a lot of life left in him. He would be fine, but the thought of leaving broke his heart nonetheless.

“Granddad, I promise I’ll be back, and I’ll make you proud of me. Just watch.”

“Alex, I’m already proud of you. Whatever you’re thinking about doing, you don’t have to do. I don’t wanna hear another word about this now. We can discuss it more in the morning.” Alex looked straight at him. “Yes, sir. Goodnight, Grandpa.” Alex walked back to his room with his decision already made. “This time, Grandpa, I do.” Alex came back to his bedroom to pack his stuff, while Shyra stood at the edge of the windowsill, drawing her fingers along the frame. Mildly bemused by the dust, she murmured, “Dirty creatures.”

“Ahem.” Alex cleared his throat to make her aware of his presence.

She turned to him and asked how it had gone. Alex didn’t respond to her intrusive question. Instead, he just glared at her and went to grab an empty duffle bag as he wiped any trace of tears from his cheeks.

“Very well,” she said, “grab your things and let us be off.”

Alex packed for a trip that he knew he may never come back from. If he was going to die, he wanted to be surrounded by the things that meant the most to him. Even though Shyra instructed him to pack light, he brought along clothes, a few medals, wall posters, his laptop, and framed photos of his grandfather and late parents. He followed Shyra out the window, and Shyra shot up in the sky with Alex on her back. If Alex had any doubts to her story, they were gone now. Shyra traveled under the blanket of night to a spot in the woods. When they landed, Alex rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“What are we doing here?” he asked. Shyra replied, “I need to gauge the current level of your power so I know where to start training you. It is something that every esper goes through.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s an esper?” Alex asked.

“An esper is someone with extrasensory perception. Now show me your power.” Once again, Alex wasn’t budging any. The alien expected too much from him. She attacked Alex with a telekinetic push that flung him into a nearby tree. He slammed into its bark with an echoing thud and then crashed to the ground on his stomach. With the little breath he had remaining from the blow, he screamed, “What the hell was that for?” “Motivation, Alexander. Do you require more of it?” Shyra jumped into a fighting position. She lunged after Alex, ready to throw another telekinetic push. Alex ran away, though, through the trees, over logs, and picked up speed. He recklessly closed his eyes and began concentrating; a spark flashed, and he vanished in the night. Alex looped around and tackled Shyra to the ground. They both rolled on the ground for several feet before stopping.

“Electrokinesis—like I thought. It would appear that it only manifests when your life is in danger, though. Interesting,” Shyra said. “Get some rest. We train in the morning.”

“What? Here?” Alex asked. Shyra grinned, and with a few pushed buttons on her wrist gadget, she revealed her once-cloaked spaceship. “No, in there,” she corrected. The spaceship looked deceivingly meek at first glance, like a metallic stingray. Alex peered inside and was left speechless at its vastness. There were long hallways that lead to plenty of bedrooms for a crew of people. Shyra’s ship had many features. To edirne escort Alex, the technology looked like it was straight out of a Hollywood movie. The craft’s most important attribute was its ability to cloak by either becoming invisible to the human eye or changing into the shape of any proportional object that Shyra could download through a connection to Earth’s Internet. The ship was docked in a treeless patch she’d found in the forest closest to Alex’s high school. When uncloaked, it looked like a very high-tech alien spacecraft.

The ship was round but not perfectly round, it had its own shape. The bottom of the ship was flat and around the edge shifted up and down like a ripple effect. The thrusters were all around the edge and one thruster on the bottom for lift off and landing. The tail of the ship was long and it acted as a stabilizer. Turret guns were located to the front, and the dimmed lights on it glowed and seemed to hum in the darkness. “Hurry, Alexander. We are moving the ship to the mountains of Call-o-rah-dou,” Shyra said.

“You mean Colorado? Why there?” Alex asked.

“That is where the first guide crashed.”

“You mean there are actually more of you here?”

“All your questions will be answered in due time, Alexander, but now we must leave.” They entered the craft, and Shyra had Alex sit down while she prepped the ship and activated its cloaking device. They soared through the sky under the veil of the nightfall and within a half hour were nestled away in a remote location half way up Mount Elbert in Colorado. Alex was assigned a room that was completely bare and stripped of everything besides the essentials—a bed, a metal chair and dresser, and a lamp. He resided there for the rest of the night, though he got no sleep for hours.

He spent the entire night staring out the window into the endless forests of Colorado. He must have questioned himself hundreds of times, wondering if it was all real or if he was going to wake up any minute and find himself back at home with his Grandfather Henry, but it never happened. Alex was going to get the chance to be the hero he dreamed of being whether he liked it or not. The woods were the perfect training spot—plenty of ground, cover, and privacy. Hunting season was over, so there wasn’t another human in sight. The brisk mountain air was much colder than Alex had anticipated, and the wild animals howled, making sounds that shook his very core. Shyra woke Alex at the crack of dawn, and while his eyes were barely open, she flung him outside and began training. He landed face first on the ground motionless, still unable to shake the headache he suffered from the night before.

“Rise, Alexander; you can sleep when you are dead.” He glared at her for the unnecessary comment. “Not cool, Shyra. I’ll sleep when I’m tired.”

“You will sleep when I say you can sleep,” she firmly said, but Alex just rolled his eyes at her, completely uninterested in what she had to teach.

“This is dumb. I can shoot electricity from my hands. I don’t need to train, why don’t you just show me where to point and I’ll shoot,” he said.

“You insolent little…Is your entire species this abrasive or is it a pubescent thing? Listen here Alexander, you having these abilities is like tossing an X-57 plasma cannon to a new recruit and sending him into battle without any training. He is going to get a lot of people killed. By itself, having kinetic powers does not make you any more qualified to be a superhero than having a gun makes you qualified to be a soldier. Now stop wasting my time and prepare yourself.” Shyra moved in closer and slowly closed her eyes. “First off, edirne escort bayan Alexander, take a deep breath and channel the power that has always been within you. Meditation is the beginning of mastering your ability. Once you grasp that, you can utilize your power, and the headaches I know you have been feeling will go away,” Shyra explained.

“What’s the deal with that anyway? Ever since you showed up, it’s felt like bombs continuously going off in my head.”

“You are not used to kinetic pressure. Beings with a high signature naturally emit a kinetically charged, pressurized aurora. What you are feeling right now is mine. With time, you will grow accustomed to them and even learn to mask your own,” she explained.

“The sooner, the better. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Focus. Feel the energy surging through your body; visualize the spark that flickers, begging to be released.” Even though Alex was listening intently, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You sound like Mr. Miyagi.”

“I do not know who this person of whom you speak is, but I will advise you not to interrupt me again. Now bring your hands inches apart and concentrate that energy between them.”

“Alright, whatever,” he said to her.

“Depending on the person or species, there can be several different kinds of kinesis. To this day, we are still discovering different types.”

“Understood,” he said. Alex began sparking electric current surges from one hand to the other. It was pathetic at first, but for the next hour, he focused on holding it.

“The more you use your kinesis, the stronger and more in control you will be,” Shyra explained. Alex smiled with enthusiasm at the possibilities.

“Do you always have to talk so cryptically? Look, you ripped me away from my family because of some alien war, so stop beating around the bush,” he demanded.

“Listen here human, I ‘ripped’ you away from your insignificant life as you so elegantly put because the Zenakuu will be here someday, and you are nowhere near ready for them,” she retorted. Clearly frustrated, Alex finally snapped.

“Okay, new plan, you deal with them when they get here! I’m going back home,” he said as he started walking in the other direction.

“I will have no choice but to Alexander Carter, they will undoubtedly pick up on my Lygokinetic signature and track me down,” Shyra explained.

“Good, problem solved. Now beam me back home or whatever it is you do,” Alex said.

“Though faint, they will find yours as well. Along with anyone else who emits kinetic energy, and they will most likely hunt you down one by one, and then kill your loved ones. I am the only chance you have to prevent that,” she confidently said.

“Ugh, enough of this crap. I want to know exactly what I’m up against. Who are these Zenakuu?”

“I could try to explain them to you, but I do not think you are ready for it,” she responded.

“How about you let me be the judge of that? Tell me what happened.”

“To appreciate the horrors of war, it is something that I must show you.”

“Okay,” he responded in confusion.

“I am going to telepathically link with you now. Just relax your mind and clear your thoughts.” Alex did as instructed, and Shyra’s eyes began to emit a white glow. In a flash, Alex was seeing the collective memories of the citizens and soldiers of Kalryn, but what was truly shocking was the landscape.

He looked around and marveled at its sheer beauty. All the trees gleamed with luster and were covered with pristine white bark and shimmering golden leaves. The lake next to them was crystal clear and shined like the glint of light on broken glass. In the distance, he saw deep blue mountains that scaled the land. Towering skyscrapers shrouded the city; the beautifully crafted architecture was on a level he’d never seen before. Everything was peaceful until he finally reached a horrifying reality. He was stuck on an alien world with no way to get back.

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Roric walked over the small bridge with Gisley sitting on his shoulders, smiling as the wind blew her long lavender hair. Behind them came the magical disk with Jaina, Evalynn, and Chandice riding along. It had been hours since they left the village and Alexandria behind. Thus far, they had encountered several small player towns and a few scattered homes. Soon they would look for a place to spend the night, but for now, they were engrossed in an embarrassing conversation.

“So you let them have you?” Evalynn asked as Jaina held Chandice tight.

“Why is this such a big deal?” Chandice groaned.

“It’s just their devils,” Evalynn said. “That’s like what you hear in those dark novels.”

“It’s a fantasy world,” Chandice sighed. “They are just NPCs the world calls devils; they don’t actually do evil things or steal people’s souls.”

“Oh, don’t get upset,” Jaina urged and kissed Chandices cheek. “It’s the same thing when you think about Roric. We all know he’s a man inside that skin, but it’s fun to see him as a savage gnoll taking your flesh.”

“Thank you,” Chandice said and leaned into Jaina. “I knew you would understand.”

“I am just surprised you managed to keep this a secret from me,” Jaina laughed. “My girlfriend is so kinky.”

“Says the woman who dances and strips almost every night,” Chandice argued.

“I think bondage and wild sex with demons is a little more extreme than stripping,” Evalynn said.

“I have to agree,” Roric replied and looked back. “And I am looking forward to seeing it.”

Chandice blushed even more deeply as even Gisley looked back to say she wanted to see it too.

“I can’t do that with an audience,” Chandice replied and looked around nervously as the countryside rolled by. “That’s a very private thing.”

“We have all seen you naked and getting plowed by Roric,” Jaina said and rubbed her arm. “Isn’t it a little late for privacy?”

“Gisley hasn’t seen it yet,” Chandice said weakly as if that were a defense.

“I want to know what they look like,” Gisley replied. “Can you summon one?”

“You want me to summon one now?” Chandice asked.

“I am curious what they look like, too,” Evalynn said.

“Common, just summon one,” Jaina urged as Chandice smiled slightly.

“Alright, but just one,” Chandice said and carefully stood up on the disc.

“Do we need to stop for this?” Roric asked as he glanced back.

“No, the imp is just a simple spell,” Chandice replied and held out a hand. “The bigger stuff requires a summoning circle or a prepared crystal.” She began a chant that sounded like she was cursing in an alien language, and glowing red symbols appeared around her hand. Her voice slowly went higher as a black cloud began to form in the air, and with a final cry of come forth, the creature appeared.

“That’s an imp?” Jaina said with a wide smile.

The creature was just over a meter tall with dark red skin with long curving black horns. It had short spikes down its back and a thin rat-like tail. In shape, it resembled a spindly human, with long pointed ears and a sharp narrow nose. Its mouth was a wide grin of razor-like teeth that sent shivers down Jaina’s spine. The eyes were opaque lights that had a strange green luminescence. However, what captivated the girls most was the long strip of flesh hanging between its legs.

“Goodness, that thing is hung,” Evlaynn said in surprise as the monster began to follow the disc. “No wonder you summon them.”

“Who knew devils were so well-armed,” Jaina laughed.

“They aren’t all like that,” Chandice said as she blushed again. “But I know how to tweak the summoning to call the right ones.”

“What can it do?” Gisley asked from where she rode on Roric’s shoulders.

“The primarily claws with those sharp talons, and they can cast shadow bolt. They are pretty much immune to fire and status effects like disease or poison,” Chandice explained.

“So these things fight for you,” Roric said as he kept walking. “How many can you summon?”

“Two, and only because I put five points in the skill,” Chandice replied. “Though at higher levels, I get a skill called imp hoard that summons a bunch of them at once.”

“Oh, I want to see you bound and helpless for that,” Jaina laughed.

“So do I,” Evalynn admitted and tossed her long blond hair. “Maybe I could help.”

“You two are terrible,” Chandice groaned and stretched out her hand to utter a command word, and the imp vanished in a puff of smoke,

“The perfect boyfriend,” Evalynn commented. “Shows up when you need him and goes away when you’re satisfied.”

“Ha!” Jiana cried in agreement.

“I have very strange slave girls,” Roric said as they reached a crossroads and saw a sign. It said a village named the summer glade was a few miles down the branch to the right. Seeing as the sun was already in the six o’clock position, he decided to head that way and look for an inn.

“We can always sleep in the tent,” Jaina said as they passed the sign.

“We could, but çorum escort the inn will have food and the opportunity to sell my slave girls,” Roric replied.

“Always for the money,” Jaina said and shrugged as she leaned into Evalynn. “Maybe you will get to play tonight.”

“I was thinking you two could do what you did before, where you danced as twins and made love on the stage,” Roric said.

“Oh, I saw that. Wow, that was hot,” Chandice added and fanned her face.

“I saw it too,” Gisley replied with a blush. “I thought you were both very sexy.”

“Well, it looks like we get to play tonight,” Jaina said and looked Evalynn in the eyes. “Are you up to the challenge of being my lover before all those men?”

“I have been looking forward to playing with you again,” Evalynn admitted with a wry smile before leaning forward to give her a kiss.

Roric looked back and sighed to see his harem and wondered how it had grown so fast. The secret, of course, was Jaina and how happy she was being a slave. It drew in the others one by one until he didn’t have the collars to keep them all. Only Jaina and Gisley would wear them regularly, with Evalynn wearing the normal collar so she would have full access to her skills to defend her sisters. Chandice was Jaina’s girlfriend and not a slave, but she was a welcome addition and never turned down the sex.

Now they were his pets, going where their master went and serving his every need. He couldn’t imagine a better life than this and looked forward to many long years in the arms of his lovelies. Still, he looked forward to establishing a home and spending long days playing with his toys. Of course, that was a little ways off yet, but with the girls’ help, it would come much sooner than later.

The town came into view just before the sun moved to twilight, and it felt good to be away from the newbie town at spawn. As they approached, it looked as if this town was perhaps a little larger, with some obvious player houses standing out from the typical fantasy fare. There was no wall to speak of, and the roads passed between two columns to mark the gate. Guards were standing at the columns, but these were box standard human NPCs in simple chain armor and wearing blue livery. They nodded as he and the others passed but didn’t notice or react to Jaina’s nakedness.

Jaina felt a little tension as they entered a new town that wasn’t accustomed to her appearance. She rode on the back of the disk with Chandice and Evalynn drawing little attention at first. Eventually, people began to notice, and it wasn’t long before there were pointed fingers and even a few shouts. Jaina focused on being Roric’s perfect slave girl, but three men were bold enough to approach the disc when Roric stopped to ask for direction to an Inn.

“Look at the slut slave,” a leopard-looking man said as he leered at Jaina.

“Hey, why don’t you spread those legs for us,” a dwarf with a braided beard added. The third man looked human but had gray skin as he eyed her with a wide smile. Evalynn jumped right off the disc and leveled her spear at them before they got too close.

“You three keep your distance,” she growled. “You do not have permission to approach my master’s pet.”

“Oh, are you going to break the law?” the dwarf asked. “You do realize that violence is forbidden in the city?”

“If you didn’t want people looking, you should have worn some clothes,” the leopard man said as he walked right up to Evalynn’s spear point. “Go ahead. I dare you.” He smiled widely as a cloud of silver glitter appeared over all their heads, and they dropped into the road sound asleep.

Jaina looked over to see Roric frowning while Gisley looked absolutely furious with narrow eyes sparkling with red light. Her right hand was stretched their way and glowing with a silver light.

“Stupid fools,” Gisley snapped as she put her glowing hand down. She looked down at Roric as he looked up and asked if he was mad she attacked them.”

“No,” Roric replied and stroked her leg. “You didn’t attack them either. You prevented Evalynn and I from attacking them instead.”

“Men like that will never understand women,” Evalynn grumbled and climbed back onto the disc.

“Not a good start,” Jaina said as Roric turned back to complete getting directions. The man quickly pointed out the location of an inn and then said he didn’t want to get into any trouble.

“We have no reputation here,” Roric said as he moved on, still carrying Gisley on his shoulders. “People will come to understand soon, and then it will be alright.”

“What was that bit about it being against the law for there to be violence in the city?” Evalynn asked.

“Probably something we should look into,” Chandice said as she watched the stores go by. “I have heard of city builders trying to enforce laws on players to keep the peace.”

“How do you enforce laws on people who can’t really be punished?” Jaina asked.

“You can still be ostracized and exiled,” Roric denizli escort replied as they turned a corner to more shocked looks at Jaina. “And some kingdoms even have prisons that can hold nearly any player.”

“I am aware of one such prison a little further south,” Evalynn noted. “It is relatively close to the dungeon you want to explore.”

Roric nodded as they moved through the relatively empty streets to see a massive multistory inn with yellowed glass windows and an ornate thatched roof. A tower of sorts rose from one corner and went high up in a pointed roof. The sign was shaped like a clam and the name etched below it was the pearl of the sea.

“Is this really a seafood-themed inn hundreds of miles from any ocean?” Jaina asked.

“I have been here before,” Evalynn said with a nod. “I believe it is owned by a nyriad.”

“What is that?” Chandice asked.

“A type of mermaid, from what I know. She has finely scaled green skin and hair like rolling waves. Her hands are webbed, but she seems perfectly content to be on dry land.”

“So she’s some kind of aquatic race?” Jaina asked as Roric steered them toward the door.

“As far as I can tell, she is, but as I said, she walks about like anyone else. I know she has access to water spells, and they use her pure waters to brew their ale,” Evalynn added.

“Well, let’s go inside and see what kind of a place this is,” Roric said and put Gisley down. Everyone jumped off the disc and took up the gear before Gisley dismissed it. Then they followed Roric into a rather magical space.

The ground floor was a massive room with high ceilings held up by thick stone columns. These were etched with water themes of waves and fish, so finely crafted they almost seemed alive. A hundred round tables were evenly spaced about the room, with a few long narrow ones placed right against the wall. In the center of the place was a great marble fountain with a statue of a woman holding an urn as water gently poured into the basin. Paintings of underwater scenes covered the walls, but what captivated the mind the most was the great fish tank that made up the entire back wall. It was a dark blue ocean that seemed impossibly wide for the limited space. It was densely planted with underwater growth, and at least a dozen varieties of colorful fish swam about.

“This is rather neat,” Jaina said as she took in the ropes and nets strung about to add to the ocean theme.

“I don’t see a stage,” Roric pointed out as he took them closer to the fish tank where the bar was. At least seven women dressed in blue aprons were hard at work bringing mugs to customers, but it was the woman behind the bar they wanted to talk to most. She was just as Evalynn described her, a woman of exotic beauty and a fish-like nature. Her hair rolled down her back in great curls that did indeed resemble ocean waves. Her smile was warm and graceful, but she looked confused when she noticed Jaina.

“May I help you?” she asked in a puzzled tone.

“I need a room for my pets and I,” Roric said, finally drawing the woman’s gaze.

“Oh, you’re a slave master class,” the woman said and tipped her head. “You don’t see many of them out here. They always rush in to find the big cities and slave markets.”

“I don’t need to buy any slaves,” Roric pointed out. “I have plenty.”

“I can see that,” the woman replied and looked at all the collars. “What you need is to sell some.”

“What we need is a room with a big bed, and I have an offer to make about how to pay for it,” Roric replied.

“Ahhh, so you have an offer,” the woman said and smiled at Roric. “My name is Natalie, and I am pleased to meet you, master?”

“Roric,” he replied with a twitch of an ear.

“Well, I certainly have a bed that can contain all your beauties, but how did you plan to pay for it?” she asked.

Roric explained the whole process of letting the girls dance and then entertain the customers. Once word got out, the inn would be packed every night, and she would make a decent penny as well as a good chunk of experience.

“I see,” the woman replied and looked at Jaina’s exposed chest. “You want to turn my establishment into a house of ill repute, but I have to ask what’s in it for the women?”

“I don’t mind the women,” Jaina said with a smile.

“You’re a precious thing,” the woman laughed, then stared Jaina down. “Let me be more direct. Wich of you is for me?”

“Oh,” Jaina replied as her smile spread. “That depends on what you like.”

The woman blushed slightly and then admitted she liked to be restrained while taken by someone aggressive. Even as she recounted the details, they started to stare at Chandice, who folded her arms and let out a little huff.

“I can show her what I can do,” Chandice said before anyone asked.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Jaina said excitedly. “But, can I watch?”

“You like to watch?” the nyriad woman said with a blush. “I don’t mind, but don’t run off telling everyone what düzce escort you saw.”

“Jaina and Chandice can be trusted to keep a secret,” Roric said. “So, if you agree to the terms, I need to find some minstrels.”

“Not so fast,” the woman said with a raised hand. “I want a sample first.”

“Hmm,” Roric said before looking at Jaina and Chandice. “Why don’t you two take your stuff and go to her bedroom. Give her a sample of what you can do.”

“Just a sample?” Jaina asked with a devilish grin.

“Give her whatever she wants,” Roric instructed.

Natalie was eager to take them into a back hall and then a modest room with a stout bed. Chandice smiled as she set her pack down and began fishing around inside for her bag of magic ropes.

“So, what are you two going to do to me?” Natalie asked nervously.

Jaina slowly drew the woman into her arms before planting a firm kiss, then smiled and told her that she would be taken again and again. The woman ran a finger over Jaina’s lips and asked her how, but Jaina only smiled and said she would find out once she was firmly bound.

Natalie trembled as Jaina started to kiss all down her neck, savoring the softness of the woman’s fine scales. They were almost not scales at all, but more of a texture on the skin, but she did have webbed hands that were even now clutching at Jaina’s rear.

Chandice dug out a set of ropes with four ends and went to the bed that dominated the room. She slid the ropes underneath and carefully wrapped the ends around the bedposts before producing a short white wand. With a few magic words, a round symbol appeared on the bed with a very striking cross pattern that glowed with purple light for just a moment, then faded.

Jaina slowly pulled the woman’s clothes away, allowing her simple dress to fall to her feet. She kissed and rubbed to keep the woman busy and her mind away from what Chandice was doing. In truth, Jaina was eager to see this beautiful woman ravaged by infernal imps, and she quickly sat the woman on the bed to pull off her stylish shoes.

“Now what?” Natalie asked as Jaina started to kiss her way up her leg.

“Lay back and put your hands over your head,” Chandice replied and waited till the woman was centered on the bed with her hands held high. “Now pull your legs back and spread them a little. Good, now say bind me until they are through.”

“Bind me until they are through,” the woman said timidly, and suddenly the ropes at the posts glowed purple. Above her head, they stretched out and wrapped her wrists, pulling them together and then straight up to stretch her out. They coiled around her lower legs from the ankle to the knee, then pulled so that her legs were spread wide as Natalie squeaked in shock.

“Now you’re bound,” Jaina said and sat on the bed to admire Chandice’s handiwork. The magic ropes were a marvel, and now a beautiful greenish-blue pussy was spread like a buffet before her. Without wasting a moment, she leaned in and began to lick, causing Natalie to pull on her ropes as she let out a tiny groan.

Jaina licked her firmly, sucking on her tender lips and firm clit. The woman began to issue long, dragged-out moans as she twisted in her ropes helplessly. Chandice kissed her and ran her hand over those firm breasts before promising her that this was only the warmup.

“I have an idea!” Jaina said excitedly as she considered what was going to come next. She thought of the woman from the night before and how she begged Roric to let her wear the collar. Natalie was obviously looking for some powerful sex, so Jaina reached up and took off her collar.

“What are you doing?” Natalie gasped with a hint of fear as Jaina reached down to snap the collar around her neck.

“Making you a sex slave for the next hour,” Jaina replied with a smile. “I promise it will come off when the ropes do, but until then, you will just have to suffer.” With that, she went back to the woman’s body, feasting on her flower until she began to twist and cry out. It wasn’t long before easy going forced her into an orgasm, and she smiled as Natalie’s legs shook in their binds.

“That was wonderful,” the woman sighed as Jaina sat up and told Chandice to summon her pets.

“Pets?” Natalie asked in alarm. “What pets?”

Jaina lay across her body until they were nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You’re ours until we are done with you,” Jaina whispered. “Now it’s time you were taught what a girl like you is for.” Behind her, Chandice was chanting and a black cloud formed in the middle of the room. Natalie glanced to the side as but Jaina moved to block the view. Something made a funny growl, and Natalie started to tremble as Jaina pressed their lips together to hold a kiss.

“Give that a good fucking,” Chandice said, and something crawled between Natalie’s legs.

Jaina’s kiss muffled her cry as something grabbed her legs and thrust its way in. Natalie thrashed and shook, but she was bound fast as Jaina struggled not to smile. She kept her pinned down and blind as to what it was until her body shook in the first orgasm.

“What is that?” Natalie finally managed to moan as she tore her lips away from Jaina.

“See for yourself,” Jaina said and climbed off, allowing the woman to see the imp’s devilish face.

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Joe Williams lagged behind his mother as she strode down a long corridor. He didn’t want to be here but she had forced him to come. He had recently failed his college exams and the college had decided to kick him out. His parents were both furious.

“And after all the money we paid for you to get the best education possible now what are you going to do. No education means no future young man, me and your father have given you everything and you constantly refuse to take advantage of the opportunities that are right in front of you. You know when me and your father were your age we had to work so hard that we never had any time to ourselves, but it built character-“

Joe had stopped listening already it was easier just to let her go on. That had always been Joe’s problem though he always choose the path of least resistance. Whatever was easiest he went along with it and that meant doing no work. He had never done well in school because he didn’t study and he mostly got by because he was actually quite bright. He didn’t have good grades to get into college either but his parents had made a large donation to an Ivy league college in order to get him in. Now though his mother was desperate and so here he was.

“Hurry up Joe were late as it is. I hope you appreciate what I am doing for you here, it was very difficult to get time off work to bring you here and I have heard that they are very selective about the students they take on, only a very small number are allowed in. Ah here we are-“

They had entered a very luxuriously decorated room and there was a very expensive mahogany desk with a woman age in her mid 40s sitting behind it. She was a very attractive woman for her age though and she was very professionally dressed with a shirt and suit jacket on but her breasts were so large that they strained against the fabric. She was also very tall and her pencil skirt made her look slimmer than she was. Even her high heels made her seem taller and served to complete the look which was quite intimidating.

“Mrs Williams it’s so good to see you could make it, I am Mrs Taylor.” She said as she shook hands with Joe’s mother.”And this must be the little rascal Joe that I have heard so much about.” She spoke patronisingly and went as far as to ruffle his hair.

Joe was speechless at the sight of this woman and as she came closer to him he could smell perfume which filled his nostrils and made him think of strawberries. As he looked at her he tried not to stare at her breasts but for a young man he found the job quite difficult.

“I am glad to finally meet you Mrs Taylor I have heard great things about the work that you do here at the institute for modern discipline. Although I must correct you on something my son here is more than a little rascal and we are going to need drastic measures to help him.”

“You don’t need to worry Mrs Williams we have a 100% success rate with all of the boys that we select to join. There are some forms we will need you to sign but then we should be able to begin immediately.”

“What is it that you need me to sign? I am sure there won’t be any problem if this is in Joe’s best interests.”

“Just a simple non-disclosure agreement with regard to our methods so we can stay ahead of our competition. We also would like you to promise that for the next 3 months you will agree to tell no one that Joe is here and that you won’t come and visit him. It’s very important to us to be able to keep Joe in the right environment so we can help give him the disciple that he needs. You can sign them on the way out at the reception if you please.”

Mrs Williams was a bit reluctant to agree to these terms but there was something about this woman that made her want to say yes right away. It might be because she reminded her of herself or of who she would like to be. The women were dressed similar and Mrs. Williams who worked at a large financial institution felt reassured by the woman’s demeanour.

“Of course Mrs Taylor that should be no problem.”

Joe was watching this silently (and sneaking glances at Mrs Taylor’s breasts) but now he felt he had to say something.

“Look I don’t want to be signed up for anything and I honestly think this is just a waste of time.”

His mother looked as if she was going to launch into another lecture when he said this but Mrs Taylor interjected first.

“Joe I promise you that while you are here no one is going to force you to do anything. I just ask that you keep an open mind is that alright? Now maybe you would like to say goodbye to your mother with a hug.”

Mrs bursa escort Williams looked a little taken aback at being pointedly directed to hug her son but she had received some very good recommendations so she thought that this was worth a shot considering how desperate everything was. Maybe a good hug might help Joe who knows she thought.

So she walked over to her son and embraced him in a tight hug. As she pulled him close Joe could feel his mothers breasts pressing into him and he started to feel quite uncomfortable. Him and his mother didn’t normally hug but now he was reminded that his mother actually had very large breasts of her own. He also started to get the feeling the Mrs Taylor had realised he was looking at her breasts and had decided to make this suggestion just to watch Joe squirm.

“Bye Mom.” Joe said after the hug was over, his cheeks still very red.

“Now you be good and please Joe try to work hard this is very important.” Then she gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned to leave praying that she was doing the right thing.

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Mrs Taylor turned to Joe and stared at him. She didn’t say anything she just looked at him. She was sitting on the desk in the room looking down at Joe with her arms folded under her breasts. This pushed them up a bit and it was hard not to stare at them since Joe was looking up and it was easy to just glance down a little every so often. As the minutes went by Joe wasn’t sure if this was some sort of test or psychological technique or whatever but it was making him uncomfortable. Just as he opened his mouth to say something Mrs Taylor got there first.

“I saw you were staring at my tits earlier.”

“What, I mean no I wasn’t I-” Joe began before he was interrupted.

“Its quite alright Joe, I don’t mind at all so please feel free. Here at the institute for modern discipline we do things quite differently. We actually encourage students to be honest above all else so its fine for you to be honest in your gaze as well.”

Joe thought that sounded like a pretty flimsy justification but he was not about to argue just to get himself into trouble.

Then Mrs Taylor got up out of her chair and slowly walked towards while looking him directly in the eyes. Joe shifted in his chaired not knowing what to do as she advanced on him. When she reached him she bent down to him and gave him a kiss directly on his lips.

Joe was in shock while this happened and stayed frozen to his seat not moving a muscle. He was so focused on Mrs Taylor that he failed to notice the door open and a nurse come up behind him. His mind was completely focused on the touch of Mrs Taylor’s lips until the nurse was already injecting him in the neck. He tried to struggle in a panic as his vision started to cloud over and the last thing he saw was Mrs Taylor looking down on him with an expression that somehow managed to look both motherly and mischievous at the same time.

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Joe awoke to the sound of a ruler smacking against a wooden desk. He jumped sleepily not sure what had happened but as he looked round him he felt panic and confusion. He was in a classroom and he was wearing a school uniform that felt tight against his body. He noticed immediately that he was the only boy in the room and that he was surrounded by girls. These girls looked different though, they were bigger and taller than normal. Joe was not a very tall guy himself but these girls looked as if they were almost 7 foot tall each. Looking at them it almost felt as if he had been shrunk and he noticed very quickly that all the girls had very large breasts even for their size. They were wearing school uniforms with surprisingly short skirts and some silk stockings. Their shoes were flat Mary Jane’s and white shirts under grey cardigans on top. However the woman who was commanding his attention at the moment was the teacher. She was even bigger at over 8 foot and she towered over him. Her breasts would have been double D’s if she was a normal sized woman but due to her size they looked massive. She wore a tight business skirt with high heels and a tight shirt with a professional jacket that was just large enough to contain her enormous bust. She looked as if she took looking smart very seriously.

“Joe what did I just say?” She spoke crossly while looking down at him.

“I don’t kno- what I where- but” Joe stuttered his words not sure of what was going on as he looked around him trying to understand what had happened. The last thing he remembered was talking to Mrs Taylor then-

“I said that the Doppler effect is the apparent change in frequency due to the relative motion of the source and the observer which you would know if you had been çanakkale escort listening. If you don’t pay attention then you won’t be able to answer even the most basic questions. Since you are new here I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself in the test tomorrow. However if you do not pass then I am going to punish you personally after class.” she threatened, smacking her ruler down on Joe’s desk again to drive the point home.

Joe wanted to say something, to protest that he wasn’t meant to be here, to ask about why everyone else here was larger than him but after the talking to he had just received, he couldn’t say a thing. He felt very small (literally) and scared so no words came out of his mouth.

For the rest of the class he sat quietly trying to pay attention and listen but he could only think of how he might escape. He was thinking that this must be some sort of sick kidnapping and that he would just need to make a run for it when the bell rang for the end of class.

“Remember Joe you are staying in Alice’s room. She has kindly agreed to take you on while you are here and you are to treat her with respect.” The teacher called out as the students started to leave. It was the end of the day and they all were going to their dorms or outside to enjoy themselves in the sun.

Joe got up and tried to slip out not sure who or where Alice was. Just as he was nearing the door though he felt a hard smack on his ass and he jumped.

“Where do you think you are going? all in a hurry.” A Blonde girl appeared behind him, she towered over him and gave him a rather threatening grin. A few girls watching them started to point and giggle.

“Are you Alice?”

“Thats my name and you are Joe right? Well your stuff was moved upstairs already and you need to study for the test tomorrow anyway, so lets go.” And with that she grabbed Joe’s hand and then set off pulling him with her. She moved much faster than him due to her long legs and Joe had to practically jog to keep up as he was pulled along by her tight grip on his hand. Joe wanted to protest that she didn’t need to hold onto his hand but he kept his mouth shut for now. He just needed to play along with this charade until he could get left alone for a bit then he might be able to escape.

She continued to pull him along for several minutes and every so often Joe would bump into another schoolgirl and he would try to mumble an apology before he was dragged on. Some girls even saw him coming and gave him a spank on his ass as he went by. He didn’t have time to look at the girls responsible but he certainly heard them laughing as he was pulled along. Alice pulled him up staircases and along corridors until they reached her room. It had probably only taken 5 minutes but it had felt like the longest journey of Joe’s life. She took out a key from her pocket and after letting herself in threw Joe onto her bed finally letting go of his hand.

Alice’s room was seemed both large and small to Joe the moment he saw it. It was small because it was just one room. He saw only a bed, a desk and a large wardrobe against the wall. However the room looked large because everything was bigger than it should have been. It was proportioned for a 7 foot tall girl so everything was about 20% larger than normal.

“Hey!” he exclaimed as he tumbled onto the bed noticing that it was bouncier than he expected probably due to the size difference of the mattress.

“Oh shut up, its faster this way and you know it. Now why don’t you take this book and start asking me questions”. She grabbed one of the books from her bag and threw it to Joe which resulted in him just about catching it with 2 hands but having the wind knocked out of him a little. “Start with the section on differential equations and then ask me some questions on waves and harmonic oscillation.” Then she sat on the chair by the desk, crossed her legs and looked at him impatiently.

Joe opened the heavy book and started looking through it while he sat on the bed. Some parts of it looked familiar to him but he wasn’t very good at his work to begin with so he didn’t really understand what was going on. He turned to the sections Alice had told him to go to and looked for questions he could ask. He tried to stick to definitions or any questions where he could just read off what was written in front of him and check if the words that came out of Alice’s mouth were exactly what was there. A few times she tried to explain in her own words the answer but Joe had to struggle to know if she was right. He mostly just agreed with her and said that she was correct if he couldn’t tell.

“Ok now I will ask you” She announced and walked over to grab the book out of his hands.

To say it was awful would be to understate çankırı escort how badly it went.

Joe knew none of the answers to the questions that Alice asked even the easier ones. Regularly Alice would announce this saying “That was an EASY one” or “Are you even trying?” accompanied by regular exasperated sighs. He also found it harder to concentrate as now instead of leafing through the book looking for questions he was looking directly at Alice and trying not to stare. Under her skirt she wore nylon stockings and she had taken off her shoes. Joe kept stealing glances at her feet (While he wasn’t staring at her breasts that is) and he prayed Alice wouldn’t be able to tell he was getting an erection. Whenever she seemed to be looking down at the book Joe would try to fix himself but every time he tried to get more comfortable Alice would look up and ask him a question. He started to feel as if she was timing it just right to catch him but he told himself to stop being so paranoid, it must just be coincidence.

Eventually after they had been at it for so long Joe felt exhausted. Alice seemed tired too so said it was time for bed. Joe was honestly just grateful to get some rest so he didn’t complain that he was being told to go to bed nor did he wonder about food as for some reason he didn’t feel hungry at all even though it was late.

“You can just sleep in a T-Shirt and your underwear you should be warm enough.” Alice yawned and then looked at Joe expectantly.

“Eh would you mind turning around? or-“

“Oh come on Joe, I have to give up my room and help you study. This is the main perk for me of this arrangement. Now strip.” She commanded.

Seeing as he had no choice Joe turned away from her hoping to hide his erection but somehow he ended up feeling more exposed as he felt her eyes on his ass as he took off the school uniform and stripped down. When he took off his trousers he even heard Alice wolf whistle behind him.

“Nice ass”

Red faced, Joe jumped into the bed and looked over at her wondering if she was going to join him. There was only one bed after all.

Alice slowly got up and walked over to the wardrobe only to take out a blindfold and walk over to Joe.

“You don’t get to see me undress just yet.”

Joe was about to protest but Alice was bigger and stronger than him so after a short struggle it was obvious there was nothing he could do. Then she whispered in his ear “don’t move”

He felt her get off him and he heard the sound of clothes moving against skin. after a minute he felt Alice cuddle up beside him and pin both his arms against the bed with one of hers. He was still blindfolded and he couldn’t move his arms so there was nothing he could do. Her large tits pressed into his back and just as he wondered how he was supposed to sleep like this he felt a hand reach down into his boxers and grab his member.

“Alice what are you-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she whispered in his ear.

She started to stroke him and he was powerless to stop her. Her hand was larger than a normal girls and she used her other arm to reach around his body and keep him pinned to the bed. Joe tried to object some more but every time he opened his mouth he felt her hand squeeze tighter as a warning. All he could do was lie there as she gave him a handjob. Before long he could feel that he was getting close as her hand stroked up and down, up and down, up and down-

Suddenly he felt his orgasm stop. It was like some sort of wall stopped him from cumming. He let out an pained moan confused and frustrated.

“What! I don’t- how are you?”

Alice giggled in his ear. “Just another one of the perks for me.”

And so Alice edged him a few times before she finally fell asleep still griping his penis and after that it took Joe a long time before finally tiredness won out and he descended into a deep sleep despite his cock still being as hard as a rock.

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Mrs Taylor stared at Joe. He was lying in a tank of shallow water with electrodes stuck to his head. She could see precum leaking out of his penis which meant he had gotten a few edgings at last. He had gotten off lucky though she thought to herself. Normally the patients that didn’t do what they were told could end up almost having seizures from the punishment they would receive. This just confirmed what she suspected about Joe all along. He was submissive at heart and with the right environment he would actually do quite well in his studies. He was already obeying what he was being told to do in the simulation. With a little discipline he would end up working his ass off and come out of this with a very good education.

“This is all for his benefit of course” she out loud to herself even though there was no one else around.

But when Joe was done she might just sample him herself. After all he would get a very through education in there and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

With that pleasing thought still in her head she turned off the lights and left Joe to his frustrated sleep.

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There is no easy way to describe this, so I will just go ahead and do so. What has happened to my body is beyond me. My milk-swollen breasts ache to be relieved, and I’m so much larger now that I used to be. If more people know then maybe there will be hope, and if not that, then at least some temporary relief or release.

I was married to what I thought was a wonderful man. That sounds like so many sad Hallmark cards, but I had little else to compare it to. My sister and I watched as our parents’ marriage disintegrated over the course of our childhood. We had hopes that things would get better, and did our own snooping to get assessments as to how it was going. I’m sure I’m not the only one who snuck into her parents’ room and found the tell-tale signs of their love-making. You find the toys, you find the lube, and you even find the naughty videos, which were still old school VHS for some reason. There is such an amazing difference between people who are the most vocal conservatives in public and what they do in their own bedroom. I only mention this because in some ways I became my parents.

I met Jeremy in college down in San Diego. We didn’t go to the same school, but met at one of the many parties that see a mixing of the college students. My goal was Financial Accounting, and I dreamed of working for a large company that would take care of me for the rest of my life—simple, but I was eighteen at the time. Jeremy’s main interest in college was football and sex. He really wasn’t the kind of guy I should have gone for with my goals of professionalism, but biology changes things. Jeremy had one of the hardest bodies I’d ever felt. He wasn’t the tallest guy, in fact he was just a few inches taller than me, and I’m around 5′ 5”, but he sculpted that body of his. He hated most other aspects of the college life like the studying, but he worked out constantly.

There were other guys, and looking back now, I could have had a very normal and healthy life with them. It would have made sense, but so many of them were doughy or weak feeling. As he hung out and the party and drank, I ran my hands playfully over his clothes just to freak out my friend Courtney, who was a complete wall-flower. I thought I was touching a god carved out of wood. The wood, I learned, would quite literally come later.

We ended up back at my dorm because Jeremy’s roommate had already told him that their dorm would be occupied for the evening. I tried to get my roommate Dakota, a cute, but chubby red head, to leave, but she complained that she had nowhere else to go, and promised to be quiet and hide under her covers. Jeremy didn’t seem to mind, but then he was drunk, and already had his meaty hand down the front my jeans and into my panties. bitlis escort It was embarrassing to an extent, but I was so wet, and a football player’s fingers are not something you can ignore.

I insisted that we get undressed. Jeremy was willing to just open up our clothing and get his cock inside me, because that’s how a guy thinks. I won the argument of course, and at that time didn’t understand women who give into their man’s will. I would later learn how that can change.

Jeremy’s body was everything my hands had imagined it to be: toned and hard with a minor tan from being in San Diego. By this time his cock had swollen to a beefy member that my small hand grasped like a tree limb. I heard Dakota say “Oh my God”, and knew that she was watching us, but I didn’t care at the time. It was the biggest one that I’ve met personally. I wasn’t some frail waif at the time. I was thin from running track in high school. My hair was still modestly short from being more a sporty girl, though I still golden highlights in its brown mass. My breasts were a fair size for an athletic girl, but on my than one occasion I did envy girls like Dakota, who despite her constant dieting had two enormous breasts on her. I used to hold up her giant bras to my modest form and imagine. Life is so twisted in some ways.

It was slow going in, and at one point I thought I was going to be ripped apart. All the while, Dakota watched me, and I heard soft moans leaving her mouth. She was touching herself as Jeremy had his way with me. Being on the bottom can be intimidating especially when you’re with a guy who’s much bigger than you, but Jeremy did his best to be gentle. I know it’s been said before: I knew in that moment that it was more than just a regular college hook-up. The truth was that I didn’t have many college hook-ups. Here was this beautiful and amazing specimen of a man, and he had chosen me over all the other girls. I couldn’t help but let something like that go to my head.

Unseen, Dakota cried out in her own pleasure as she made herself cum. I was about to burst out laughing when my own orgasm hit. I remember knocking with my small fist on Jeremy’s muscled side, and telling him to “keep going…keep going.” I just didn’t want any part of it to end.

When it did end, I felt Jeremy empty himself inside of me. I had prided myself on taking the time to get undressed, but didn’t remember a condom. After he pulled out, I felt his cum dripping out of me almost like my bladder was leaking. He must have filled me to the brim. Fortunately, the pill did work that time. Even though I had found something new and unrestrained, and I was still very serious about my goals.

Jeremy rolled off, and I lay bolu escort there with my body hot and flushed. My skin must have been glowing, but Dakota didn’t mention it. I looked over at her, and sure enough her pajama bottoms were off, and she was cleaning herself with a wash rag. She had never brought a guy back to the dorm, even though I assured her that I would respect her privacy and be elsewhere with a little warning. Ironically, her not giving me the same consideration led me to seeing the sexual side of her for the first time.

“You okay there, sweetie?” I asked.

She gave me the most incredulous look at first, as though I was somehow judging her. Dakota’s cherubic face scrunched up, and she probed me deeply with her eyes. I softened my smile and willed her to get my meaning, which she did. She nodded, and asked if I was alright after taking “that thing” inside of me.

“Better than alright,” I said. “My semester so far has improve. You really need to get a guy though, hon. It’s much better than going solo.”

Jeremy was pretending to doze, but chuckled lightly at that.

“I just don’t have much luck with guys,” she said. “I don’t look like you.”

“That’s bullshit,” I said, and regretted the harshness in my tone for I knew that a girl as sensitive as Dakota turn to stone if she thought I was putting her down in anyway. “You’re so attractive. I wish I had tits as big as yours. They would play hell with my jogging, but I’ve always felt like I was less of a woman for not having more of a chest.”

“They’re really a pain,” she insisted. “And they’ve yet to attract anyone.”

I would come to regret the next part. When you’re advocating for someone else, especially when they’re feeling down you start to make all sorts of claims and promises of better futures. I shook Jeremy from his pretend slumber. “As a guy, you find Dakota attractive right? You’d have sex with her?”

“Uhh…”

He may have suspected that this was some sort of ploy on my part. Sadly, there is no shortage of bitches who lay traps for own men as an excuse to berate them. Maybe I was just feeling really generous or wanted to contradict Dakota’s certainty about her own reality.

“Would you do it?” I pressed.

“Are you serious? This isn’t some kind of test, is it?”

“No,” I said. “She’s been a real friend, and she deserves to feel good.”

He still played at being hesitant, and likely still was on some level, but beneath that is the baser part of guys. That part of them that is always willing to have sex with just about anyone or anything. Despite the quality of our fuck, I knew that Jeremy still had that inside of him.

My deft fingers worked around his flaccid cock to burdur escort learn that it wasn’t as flaccid as it might have been after just having sex. “You’re already interested, huh?”

He closed his eyes and turned away from me. “Make me feel guilty about it.”

“Take off your top,” I said to Dakota. “Show Jeremy your tits. He’ll love them.”

Poor Dakota did as she was told. Her breathing quickened and her cheeks were flushed. She presented herself to Jeremy in all her chubby and voluptuous glory. While Jeremy took her in, I saw the longing in his eyes, and felt his cock get larger in my hand. Dakota had a rounded tummy, and her ass and hips were larger, and what I would imagine would be ideal for birthing. A thick red bush covered her mound, and I could tell that it was still wet and swollen with desire.

Jeremy stopped being hesitant by any means. He went over to her, and began kissing her as she closed her eyes almost in fear. He felt up those pendulous breasts that I sometimes envied, and with little effort eased her onto her twin-sized bed. With Jeremy’s guiding hands, my roommate spread those large legs of hers and welcomed him inside of her. Dakota bit her lower lip as it happened, and seemed to be bracing for something as though it was painful. I smiled knowing how pronounced Jeremy’s dick could be as it made its way inside of someone. She stifled some small cries as he began pushing it in and out of her. She hadn’t been a virgin, but it must have been a long time since anyone but her toys had ventured inside her.

I just couldn’t stay away when I still felt horny. I slowly approached, as not to startle her, then I knelt down and began sucking on one her large tits. She squealed with delight at this. I’d long suspected that she had wanted to do something with her, but just couldn’t find the courage to do it. I left a sliver of saliva as I pulled away from her engorged nipple.

“Do you like this, baby?” I asked.

“Oh, God yes.”

“Good.”

I began kissing her then, and she joined me in making out as my boyfriend continued to fuck her properly. She cried out my name as she finally came, and I kissed her deeply as Jeremy pumped his cum into her. He still had so much inside of him. A little of it leaked out of Dakota’s hot pussy. Not enough though. Unlike me, Dakota had stopped taking the pill months before because she claimed it wasn’t good for her. She said she loved Jeremy and I, and wanted to do it again. I was willing to do so, but things got so much more complicated when she told me weeks later that she was pregnant.

I look back at those days now and wonder what made me stay with Jeremy. It was my fault really: I told him that I wanted him to fuck her. I shouldn’t have, and I should have broken it off between us. I didn’t know that this would become an obsession for him. Dakota’s getting pregnant the first time was just to prelude to my own strange fate with Jeremy. As I tell you this now, I am much Dakota was and became, but it’s all so much weirder.

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Huntress of the Night takes place in the same world as Search for the Goddess. These events happen 90 years before Search, so it is not required to read Search side by side with Huntress for a true understanding. All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18 or older. Human, none human, consent and non-consent. Comments welcome.

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She ran for her life, faster than she did not believe possible for her. Not that anyone was around to notice her speed. It was midnight, and the townsfolk were indoors. The people had learned long ago to be off the streets nine after noon. Of course the younger people had trouble believing the worry. The village was located fairly close to the mountains that wolves hunted on, but that was no reason not to walk around your own home. That was how the woman, long blonde hair with blue eyes and the fair skin of the northerners, ended up running for what she assumed to be her life. She had spent the night in the woods with her lover, and had hoped to sneak back home to avoid a scolding from her parents. As the woman darted between two houses, she wished desperately that a scolding was the worst of her problems. She was about to turn a corner when something grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. She hit the cold cobblestone with a groan before glancing up in fear, they had found her. Two males stood above her, leering at her with red eyes. They only wore pants, they had moved barefooted and chested through the cold night to get her. Not that these grey skinned monsters needed to worry about cold. As their pointed ears and deformed faces showed, they had moved beyond human feelings long ago. Now they were vampires, and new ones from their looks.

The one that threw her licked his lips before nudging his friend, “So what do you think? Worth coming to this speck of a village?”

The other nodded as he looked her up and down, liking what he saw in the well-endowed human, “Oh yes, there is always some fool that ignores their elders and goes about at night. This little slut for instance.”

The girl hissed at that word and tried to crawl away. Chuckling, the first vampire leapt at her, pinning her down and pulling her head up by her hair, “Guess she doesn’t like being called a slut.”

“Hard to deny it though. The smell of sex is still on her. Sneak out for a romp did you girl?”

The girl bit her lip as the first vampire palmed her breast and gave it a squeeze, very aware of how his body pressed on top of hers, “We would have saved you to trouble of dealing with some mortal.”

The girl squirmed under the vampire, uncaring that it only excited him. As he tore open her blouse and pinched her bare nipple, she whimpered in fear.

“Please…let me go…please don’t kill me….”

“Kill you?” The second vampire stepped in front of her and knelt. To her horror he pulled down his ragged pants and let loose the largest dick she had ever seen. Granted the village was small and she did not have much to see, but he easily beat her lover. The vampire smirked at her reaction, “Nice, huh? I admit I wasn’t much to look at down there as a human. But vampirism enhances more than just your strength and lifespan. Don’t worry, we won’t kill you. Such a waste. We are just going to fuck you, suck your blood, and do it again every night. She not like that answer?”

The last part was directed at his friend, who had to adjust himself to keep the now thrashing girl down, “Guess not. You’re no good at wording things. Let me try. You can either take it or die. See?” The girl stopped struggling as the hand that had squeezed her breast moved to her neck. Grinning, the vampire slid off her and turned her onto her back. The human had a nice rack, and her nipples stood hard in the cold air. The first vampire lifted her shirt and spread her legs as the other dangled his cock above her face. The girl whimpered and pleaded but made no move to escape.

“Lick it.” The girl hesitantly stuck out her tongue and gave the tip of his cock a few flicks. She stopped to cry out in shock as the other monster pushed his cock into her pussy without warning. The human groaned as the largest manhood she had begun pumping into her. The second vampire glared at his friend and the girl before shoving his own cock into her mouth. It was an awkward angle for her, not that he cared as he began pumping her mouth.

“Don’t forget about me you human slut.”

“Try and enjoy it. Look on the bright side, you’re getting the best fuck of your short life and you can’t get pregnant off a vampire.”

She was not feeling so lucky as both vampires picked up speed and forced more of their cocks into her. She let out a moan around the dick as the other leaned in and pulled at her breasts. The vampire in her mouth looked ready to say something when a small object pierced the back of his head. The monster collapsed into dust as a small silver dagger clattered on the ground. The girl choked and spit out dust from her mouth as the remaining vampire looked around in surprise. bayburt escort He stopped thrusting, but did not pull out. The girl panted for air when the vampire hissed at the rooftops. A woman watched them from about. In the moonlight, her very long black hair framed her pale skin and violet eyes. She wore a long purple robe under a leather bodice, boots, and steel bracers. The front skirt of the robe was cut open in a triangle to give her long legs room to maneuver. Silver throwing daggers like the one on the ground crisscrossed her ample chest on their straps.

The vampire hissed again with a faint trace of fear, “Huntress.”

The woman nodded before leaping off the roof and landing gracefully away from them. Her movements were graceful even as she drew a crimson bladed rapier and strode toward them. The girl gasped as the vampire grabbed her neck again and chuckled. Her lower body heated up again as the vampire began thrusting again. The woman did not slow her pace.

“Stop right there human. I’ve got this poor little slut right here. You don’t want me painting this street red do you?”

The woman smirked cockily as she gave her rapier a quick swing, “You don’t want to lose the one thing keeping your ass-ugly head connected to your body, do you?”

The vampire pulled the girl up and forced her to straddle him as his dick pushed deeper into her. Groaning from the feeling of an unfamiliar size in her the girl began to move her hips and ride his dick. Humans, give them a good fucking and they break down easy. The vampire ignored the small pants and moaned in his ear as the woman still approached, apparently not caring that there was a human body in between them now. No matter, he could disarm her was the sword was pushing through his victim. If the girl survived, he would just fuck them both. The woman raised her rapier and thrust out. The vampire was about to reached out for the sword when a sharp pain exploded from his back. Whipping his head back, he watched as a red bladed rapier stabbed through him.

Both black haired women smirked as the blade hit the heart, reducing the disbelieving vampire into dust. No long held up by her attacker, the girl fell right through the falling dust and into her savior’s arms.

Its job finished, the illusion of the woman faded away just as the rune on one of her steel bracers darkened. Pulling the poor girl close to her the woman smiled.

“Sorry for making you go through that so long. I needed the illusion to distract him while I made my way around. What’s your name?”

“Christine…” The girl panted out as she relaxed. She may not have wanted it, but the vampire had gotten her body worked up. She could almost feel his hand on her breast, squeezing and rubbing…Christine’s eyes flew open to find her savior doing just that. A blush crept onto her face as the woman began planting small kisses up her neck. The girl squirmed in embarrassment.

“M..miss….”

“Kara.” The woman said after a long lick and lowering Christine onto the ground.

“Kara. What are you doing?”

Kara smiled as she lifted up the skirt and cupped Christine’s pussy with her free hand. The other was still busy working her breasts, pinching her nipples playfully as Christine gasped. Unlike the rough treatment of the vampires, the violet eyed woman was more tender and teasing on her. Kara leaned in and nibbled at her lower lip. Christine started moaning softly under Kara’s touch.

“Just easing the tension. Vampires are like animals that take what they want. A hot little thing like you should get more. Besides, think of it as my reward for saving you.”

With that Kara slipped two fingers into Christine’s pussy. The village girl’s moans became muffled as Kara brought her into a kiss. Christine was in heaven right now as the digits moved in and out of her wet opening. Kara was the most skilled person she had ever had, far better than the clumsy hands of her village lovers. The two continued to kiss as Kara fingered her into an orgasm. Now completely worn out from her sex filled night, the girl slowly faded into sleep.

Kara wiped Christine’s juices off her hands before lifting the girl up. She was sort of disappointed that Christine had dozed off before Kara could get her own release; damn vampires had worn down the poor girl.

“Was that really needed, Kara?” The warrior turned around to grin at the white haired young woman who was walking up to her. The newcomer wore the white monk’s robe that marked her a servant of Luna, Goddess of the Moon. The white hair that framed her dark eyes was itself a sign that the moon deity had chosen her as one of her most powerful servants. Caren Strun had never told Kara was her hair color was before the blessing, and she did not intend to. The silver crescent moon dangling from her neck shone in the light of the real thing.

Kara shrugged as she glanced down at the sleeping Christine was a bit of lingering hunger, “I couldn’t let her body be ravaged bilecik escort by those idiots. I had to make sure it was alright.”

“Right.” Kara knew Caren didn’t buy it, she never did. But the monk had learned a long time ago that she could not stop Kara when she was horny. It was like fighting a dragon with a piece of cotton. So she just took the girl from Kara and looked her over.

“A simple spell can repair the clothing; I will leave a note suggesting that she not tell anyone about tonight. With luck we can keep our prey from learning about these two dying long enough to take them by surprise.”

Kara nodded and began making her way over to the nearest building. Taking a deep breath she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the roof and lifted herself up, “Meet you back at the inn then. Oh right, she might have some dust ‘up there’ from tonight. Better check it.”

“What!” Caren looked up to yell at Kara, but found nothing on the roof but snow. Damn that woman to hell.

–

What happened to Christine was not uncommon in the northern lands of Haron. A region of cold, ice, mountains, and snow, Haron was home to beings both natural and supernatural that are not found in the deserts of Sabacc or the plains of Solan. Cryomancer mages, werewolves, dread wolves, and frost dragons were some examples. Chief among all of them were the vampires. Near immortal monsters that lived off the blood of the living, vampires had been a menace to the people of Haron since before the old kingdom had broken. With not King and the land ruled by many warlords and chiefs the problem had only gotten worse over the centuries. They took what they wanted and killed who they wanted. Which was, ironically, how the black haired woman walking on the rooftops of the village came to be feared by them.

Kara had only been eight when her family had been part of a caravan heading through the mountains to Stormhold. A party of vampires fell on them, with Kara being on the only survivors by chance. She had been held down and forced to watch as her father was killed and her mother raped before the rising sun drove the monsters away. She had sworn to wipe out the vampire race in its entirety.

Kara was twenty five now, and while she was still a long way from her goal, the vampires knew who she was. Kara the Huntress they called her, the beautiful human that wiped out a force of fifty vampires and slew their Vampire Lord. The rapier she used, Bloodbane, was once that Lord’s weapon. Its tip dealt instant death so long as it pierced the heart. And so here she was, looking for the group of vampires that the two she killed came from. Word had reached her that vampires had been hunting in this area more than usual for weeks now. She could not let that slide, so she had come to dust all the bastards. But first, she thought as her stomach growled, she needed food. Jared had better have gotten them a room.

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“You put far too little faith in me, Kara.” Jared Baxt turned the page of his book as the two sat in the inn. Unlike the muscular man, who only had a cup of tea, Kara was tearing into a cut of meat and gulping down ale. To strangers, it looked like the man dressed in hide clothing should be acting like a barbarian. They clearly did not know Kara. Swallowing it with a sigh, Kara shrugged.

“Well you did fail to get us that room in Iceport.”

“Because you would not even apologize for having sex with the owner’s son in the stables.” Jared’s tone was as even as Kara’s smirk was devious.

“He came on to me, remember? Besides, how was I supposed to know he was getting married? I can’t read minds Jared.”

Like Caren, Jared had learned it was rare to win with Kara. Or, Jared had learned before Caren did. Kara and Jared were childhood friends, his family had taken her in after she lost her parents. While Kara had always been fiery and free willed, their deaths gave her a reason to focus those emotions into killing vampires. Jared had joined her after choosing not to become a monk of Jar, the God of Knowledge. Though he never said it to her, Jared found the skills he had learned studying to be more useful helping Kara than recording it in some library. The two have a loose sexual relationship, which meant whenever Kara could convince her friend into screwing her. In his own way, the calm and studious man was almost as impossible as Kara with that.

“You could have asked what the ring on his finger meant, perhaps?” Caren slumped into the empty chair of their table with a sigh.

Kara waved off the comment as she gulped down some more ale, “Ignorance is bliss. He wanted my pussy, I wanted his cock. No need to muddle the situation with other things. Of course, it could have been avoided if SOME people had just relieved my needs.”

Jared simply turned another page while Caren blushed. Only a year younger then Kara and the Luna Monk had had far less sexual relations then the Huntress. She had met Kara and Jared while trying to drive bingöl escort some bandits from a village. They had taken her hostage and tied her up for their pleasure later. Kara had arrived and killed them and, much like with Christine, had her own way with Caren before releasing her. As Kara later claimed, Caren had an amazing body under that monk’s robe. She had been outraged at the treatment, but after learning from Jared that this perverted woman was the Huntress herself she decided to stay with them. For all her character flaws, Kara was very devoted to her job and Caren had helped kill many monsters. She absolutely refused to sleep with Kara; Luna knows what would happen to her next.

“So, Christine all right?”

“Yes, safe in her room with unknowing parents. We should not rely on her ability to stay quiet though.”

Jared nodded and sipped his tea, “We have the general location of the next down. If we set out in the morning, we should find them with plenty of sunlight to spare.”

Kara crossed her legs and stretched, well aware of the looks the men in the inn gave her as her long legs fell out of the skirt opening or as her large breasts pushed against the bodice. She enjoyed the attention; it meant she had plenty of choices for tomorrow night’s victory sex if Jared wasn’t up to it. But that came second on her mind. The hunt came first. With the sun out she could find the monsters in their hole with no room to escape. Just the thought of it made her caress the hilt of Bloodbane in anticipation.

“Agreed then. Well I best get some rest then.”

“Rest?” Jared asked with a raised brow as Kara stood and finished off her ale.

“Well, first I think I’ll finger myself into sleep. Unless anyone here wants to help?” Jared shook his head and Caren shot her a mortified glare. Shrugging, Kara strode up the stairs to their room.

–

The three were up and walking through the snow covered forest as soon as the sun lit up the sky. Days in the northern lands could be short, and they had a job to do. Caren and Jared combed the ground as Kara flitted from tree to tree for her prey. Vampires were both a clever and obvious race as a whole. At night they stalked the land, fearing only the most dangerous hunters such as the dragons and hunters like Kara. But their true enemy was the sun; its rays meant a slow and burning death. Only the Vampire Lords, the oldest and most powerful vampires, were the exception. Besides having regained a true human appearance and great power, the Lords could walk in sunlight with only a drop in their power. But the Lords were few and for the most part stayed in their mountain castles. No Vampire Lord would lower himself to being in a cave and preying on a tiny village. So Kara only had to look for signs that someone had tried to block out the sun. She soon spotted such a sign as a cave came into view. The entrance was been hastily covered in foliage to keep out the morning rays. Vampires, clever at night but painfully obvious in the day.

Kara leapt down from her tree and glanced around. She was supposed to go and find Jared and Caren, let them know the nest was here and storm the place. But that would take too long, the forest was huge and they could be anywhere. Kara drew out a silver throwing knife and dug it into the bark of a tree. If they passed by before she was done, they would see it and join the fun. She drew Bloodbane and walked up to the cave. Brushing aside the foliage, she crept into the cave and made her way deeper. These vampires were really clueless; this cave seemed deep enough to have plenty of darkness away from the sun. That barrier was more of a signal to their presence than a bloodstained snow pile. Must be newly turned if they made such a mistake. Another idea came to Kara just as something broke close to her. As she coughed on the gas, her last thoughts before passing out were that maybe it was a trap.

Kara opened her eyes and growled in annoyance. It was a trap, way to go Kara. The cave was dimly lit by a few candles scattered around, but she could see them just fine. The three vampires that stood around her were more advanced than she though, more than the two from last night. Their grey skin had begun to fade into a pale color similar to humans, and their eyes had gained the faintest flicker of the glow that vampires developed as they aged. Their strong bodies and large, erect manhoods were also on display since none of them had clothes on. A quick pull of her arms told her that they were bound behind her back. Bloodbane, the throwing knives, and her runed bracers were too one side of the cave, well beyond her reach. She had a pretty good idea were this was going.

“Three naked vampire men in a cave. Guess I know how you guys pass the days.”

The monsters hissed in disgust before stepped forward, “And one bound and helpless human that could not smell a trap. I cannot guess how you are called the Huntress.”

Still trying to loosen the rope binding her arms, she smirked at him, “Oh, you know me? I guess the mountain of dust I could make out of your dead friends does earn me some reputation.”

One of the other vampires snarled and stepped up to strike her, but the leader held up his hand, “You have a sharp tongue human, I wonder how it will be filled with our meat.”

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Ihonette Gambit Ch 2

~Strudert

The air stunk of piss, booze, and sweat as Strudert slumped heavily against the worn and chipped counter. Blurry eyed, drunk, and with the sound of the boisterous tavern drowning his sluggish thoughts, he felt no better. His day had been one shitshow after the other, and that was to say nothing about the week he’d had.

He sighed, the sound coming out like a muffled groan from between his fat and chapped lips. His life had just become a constant tumble downwards, piling debts, an aging body, a…

He slumped, slamming his head against the counter, causing the barkeep to give him a cross-look.

“Ya okay?” The bushy-eyed man asked, wiping a mug.

“Yeah,” Strudert replied, still not feeling any better as he plopped his balding head back onto the counter. “By the gods, I miss adventuring,” he muttered.

~Ihonette

“By the gods,” the wagon-driver groaned, tightening his grip on Ihonette’s head as a shudder ran through his gaunt body.

Ihonette smiled, humming her appreciation around his twitching dick as he spurted into her mouth. Fondling the wrinkled hairy sacks. That passed for his jewels, she coaxed out another moan from his lips and another spurt of his seed. His cum was a bitter watery mess, but she didn’t mind. The wrinkled and leather-skinned man had been more than a pleasant companion on her trip, and not to mention a decent meal, even if his cum was no-better than watered-down gruel. Though, it’d not be the worst thing she’d ever swallowed.

With a lewd pop, she let go off his shriveling tool and licked the dregs of his seed from her plump lips.

“You’re something else,” the man panted as he rested heavily against his wagon’s chair.

The elf smiled, patting his dick.

He winced,” and you’ve been a delight,” she beamed, planting a kiss on his sunken cheek before righting herself and making to hop off the stationary wagon. He’d parked them just off the edge of a crossroads, nestling them within the privacy of the surrounding foliage. It was a pleasant enough place, but Ihonette was itching to get going, and with her target so close, there was no time to wait.

“I could,” he started.

Landing, she adjusted her travel pack and shook her head. Smiling, she looked up at the rail-thin man and his worn clothing. “There’s no need for that, Iron-root is just up ahead. I can just walk the rest of the way, besides,” she added, pointing at his overburdened wagon,” you still have a job to do.”

He winced.

She smiled and started down the mud choked road,” I’ll come by Dog’s-burrow, when I finish.”

~Iron-root

It’d taken another hour or two, but she finally reached the city of Iron-root. The tiered city sat like a grey and soot-covered crown, looming over the surrounding area. The stench of refuse, piss, the unwashed masses, and other unsightly odors clung to the smoke choked air like a stubborn child. People, gaunt, bedraggled, corpulent, and richly dressed busied themselves, intermingling, jockeying, and, doing as they pleased throughout the overcrowded city. The place was a stinking cesspool of people and animals.

“Perfect,” Ihonette muttered to herself, a smile tugging at her lips. It was utterly perfect. Iron-root was the sort of place the bastard would end up. Why she’d not thought of it earlier was utterly beyond her. Though, getting a bit of payback against another of her so-called party members was fun, and so was fucking an entire caravan of merchant dwarfs, and…

She shook her head, smiling wistfully. It didn’t matter though; the arsehole would soon be within her grasp and…

“Hear me, people of Taligan Alley!” A booming voice bellowed, drawing the shapely elf’s attention as people shuffled towards what appeared to be a stage in the center of the market square, some jostling her as they did.

Ihonette quirked an eyebrow as she took in what was happening.

Four people stood on the patchwork stage. Two appeared to be some sort of town’s guard, uniformed and utterly forgettable. A woman, naked, blonde, and disheveled, hung defeated between the two men. And, a man, corpulent and dressed in enough finery to put a dwarvin merchant to shame, spoke.

“A rich town-crier if I’ve ever seen,” Ihonette mused, hearing the jowly pug-faced man’s proclamations.

“For the sin of,” the man began, his voice carrying across the square.

“A balıkesir escort priest,” Ihonette thought, rolling her eyes.

“Adultery and blasphemy against the church of…”

Another eye roll as she made to leave. Religion wasn’t much to Ihonette and she wasn’t about to…

“Lady Madeline has here by been condemned to suffer the test of a hundred phalluses.”

Ihonette stopped, an eyebrow quirked as she one more faced the huddled masses and the stage beyond.

“This should be interesting.”

“From now until sunset on the morrow,” the man continued as the woman was dragged forward and locked into a stockade on her knees,” any male, be they man or beast may use the Lady Madeline as they wish in the light of the gods, for her sins are great and only through humility and penance shall she once more be redeemed,” he finished, tucking his proclamation into his coat before fumbling at his breeches to free a flaccid penis, that was easily a foot in length, and turning to face the woman.

The bound woman made to say something, but he thrust, plunging his dick down her throat. The blonde gagged, shuddering, and climaxing as the crier began pumping his hips, throwing the crowd into a frenzy of cheers while a line formed for the next person.

Sighing, Ihonette shook her head as she turned around and made to hunt her quarry. She’d already lived through something similar and she wasn’t much for seeing someone else go through it. Even if it made her quim and mouth water with desire.

~The Mule’s Bride

Hunting for a single middle-aged dwarf in a city of thousands should have been nigh impossible, but it’d taken merely a day and a half to track down the drunken fool. It wasn’t so much, that Strudert was an easy man to track or that Ihonette was some expert tracker, but more to do with her altered rune markings. The accursed thing, he’d carved into the space above her considerable ass, burned like a hot poker as she’d hunted him down. It only worked within a mile or so of him, but it was worth it.

The now portly and haggard looking dwarf sat slumped on a bar stool, chugging what had to be his sixth or seventh mug of ale, that night. She’d watched him for close to a week now, and this was par the course for him. Whoring, gambling, and drinking were the dwarf’s only reasons for living, it seemed.

Watching him guzzle down another mug, Ihonette supposed she should feel sorry for him, but she felt nothing, but utter eagerness. She’d waited ages for this and here he was, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Even when she’d been nothing but a broken hole for whatever dick wanted her, a piece of her shattered psyche had dreamed of this moment.

She licked her lips, downed her ale, and sauntered up to the counter, plopping into the stool next to him.

“An ale, if you don’t mind,” she said, motioning to the bar keep, a human man with more muscle than Ihonette thought was strictly necessary for his job,” and whatever he’s having,” she added, pointing to Strudert.

The barkeep arched a bushy eyebrow, and the dwarf raised his head, cocking it to face her.

She smiled,” come here often?”

~The Mule’s Bride — Upstairs

They were on each other like ants to honey, stumbling into Strudert’s rented room. It’d been ages since he’d felt so randy and he had no idea why. Sure, the knife-eared bitch was a walking sexpot with tits big enough to make a dwarvin matriarch jealous and an ass of equal proportion, but he was no…

She moaned, melting beneath the dominance of his tongue and his grip on her derriere.

It didn’t matter. He was horny, harder than he’d been in gods knew how long, getting laid, and he didn’t have to pay for it.

Slam, and the door was closed behind them.

Plop, and he landed on his threadbare bed.

His room much like his bed was spartan, not that it mattered given he barely spent anytime within it, and besides…

His eyes glinted and his dick throbbed as he gazed up at the elf.

She smiled, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, and her leathers straining to contain her generous curves. He’d not had the pleasure of plowing many of the knife-eared assholes, but he knew enough to know she was no high-elf. Silver, maybe given her tits, but the hair color was off. He shook his head internally, watching as she undressed, the udders attached to her chest bartın escort practically popping out as she did so. What did it matter anyway, the cow was eager, and he was more than willing.

He spread his legs, stroking his straining bulge, its tip already damp with his anticipation as she continued to strip.

She was slow, but with another flourish of teasing movements, she stood before him naked, tits bare, their thumb-sized teats engorged, her stomach padded but toned, and her hairy cunt swollen and glistening with her own dewy anticipation.

He licked his lips, a flurry of ideas buzzing about in his mind as she sashayed towards him, swaying her hips and pendulous tits in tune. She was mesmerizing. He had to have her. It’d been years, he thought, his eyes quickly darting to his room’s cupboard and the staff that lay within what remained of his belongings. With a cow like this under his…

“And what do we have here?” She cooed, returning his attention back to her.

Looking down, he grinned, showing what remained of his gold-plated teeth. The elf was kneeling between his legs and looking up at him as her fingers undid the laces of his pants. A necklace with a gem glinted from around the woman’s neck, catching his eyes , but it was the last thing on his mind as she gasped freeing his impressive member. It loomed, a pillar of throbbing and virile meat.

“I’d heard dwarves were big,” the elf whispered, her eyes locked on his vein-webbed shaft,” but…” she breathed, her breath warm against his throbbing phallus.

He smirked,” you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, reaching to grab her head.

She looked up, her eyes glazed and her mouth practically salivating.

“Why don’t you pit that mouth to good use and suck.”

She nodded, leaned forward, and took him. She swallowed half his length, gagging as she came to a stop before sliding back up and bobbing on his cock.

Strudert groaned, running his hand through her hair as she worked. Tightening his grip and forcing more of his dick down her throat whenever she reached her gagging point. The sight of an elf gagging on his prick with her cheeks flushed, eyes watering and snot running down her nose… There just wasn’t anything else like it and not to mention…It felt heavenly, her mouth, throat, tongue, everything… everything about the situation felt…

“Gods,” he groaned, feeling his nuts tighten and his dick throb. ” I’m gonna,” he started, bucking his hips, and smothering the elf into his hairy crotch. With another pleasured groan, he erupted, basting her throat with his nut batter.

She gagged, her eyes watering, cheeks ballooning, and snot running out from her nose as he continued to flood her and hold her down.

“Gods,” he exhaled, finally slumping onto his elbows as he let go of her head and rode the last dregs of his climax. ” I don’t remember the last time I came so hard. I hope you didn’t mind that,” he panted, looking down to find the elf looking up at him, her makeup a runny mess. A certain glee flittered through him as he took her in. There was a certain joy in seeing one of the stuck-up cunts looking like a back alley whore.

She smiled, licking her lips.

He blinked.

“I hope that’s not all you’ve got, big boy,” she purred, flicking his sensitive tip before popping her finger into her mouth,” the night’s still young.”

He grinned; his dick already had again. He’d mark the cow.

“Cum for me!” The elf screamed, riding him like a horse,” fill me up. Paint my womb with your dirty seed!” She continued, gyrating, her breasts heaving, her body drenched with sweat and flushed with heat, and her eyes burning with a maddening glee.

Strudert groaned, his body tensing once more as he came for what had to be the tenth time already. It was pleasurable, but it was a pleasure laced in agony and swaddled by a growing despair. He’d come so many times already, all of which had never left him soft, yet weakened him with each spurt down the elf’s holes.

“I think we…” He started, slapping weakly at her thick thighs, his voice sounding more haggard if not high-pitched to his ears.

The elf swayed, rolling her head as she turned her gaze slowly back to him. Her hair was matted, her lips glistened, and milk beaded from her teats, she was…

He shook his head.

“I think,” he repeated, wishing batman escort he could just shove the bitch off of him, but she was either heavier than she looked, or he’d become far too exhausted.

“We’re only getting started, Strudert,” she purred, running a manicured finger down his chest, and forcing his eyes to follow its path. It was then he noticed. He paled. She grinned, the expression looking utterly predatory on her face.

“How?” He started, panic bubbling within him. His chest. The hair was gone, breasts, nipples. He had tits, each a handful already and growing.

“Get off me!” He bellowed. It came out like a shriek, girlish and… He bucked and slapped, his efforts week and… He looked, his hands… He wanted to…

“Oh,” the bitch cooed, drawing his attention,” how long I’ve waited for this Strudert,” she added, running her hands up her voluptuous body. Power thrummed as she spoke, drawing his eyes to the now softly glowing gem between her breasts. How he’d missed something so powerful was beyond him.

What? Who are you?”

She rolled her head, ground her hips, and leaned forward, smothering his burgeoning tits beneath hers as she met his eyes, their nose centimeters from each other.

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” She asked.

His eyes narrowed,” who are you? Did Claude send…”

She laughed. It was maddening, the sort of laugh you’d expect from a cackling crone, a demented demon, an insane mage, or….

“Do I look like some mongrel debt collector, Strudert?” She said, once more returning to face him nose to nose,” think, my dear dwarf,” she teased, patting his cheek,” even the ranger got there faster, and here I thought you were some mastermind after what you did to me all those years ago.”

His brows furrowed, his thoughts attempting to put themselves into some sort of semblance.

She grinned and leaned closer, her lips a fingernail’s span from his ears,” Monday,” she whispered.

He paled.

She grinned.

“I. Ihonette.”

“Bingo,” she whispered, patting his now hairless and softened cheeks,” but don’t worry,” she added, slowly grinding her hips,” you and I are going to have so much fun,” she finished. It was then he noticed it, hard, throbbing, and hot.

Realization dawned and he paled even further.

~Epilogue

“
By the gods, you’re tight,” Ihonette moaned, redoubling her pace as she thrust into Stacy’s cunt. The former male dwarf moaned, shuddering with each impact of ihonette’s hips against her fat ass. ” A bitch in heat,” she added, slapping the dwarf formerly known as Strudert, sending her ass wobbling. The sight sent a sliver of bliss racing through Ihonette as she enjoyed her fuck-toy.

Her former enemy had become such a submissive toy, since she’d transformed. And, not to mention a rather fuckable fuck-toy if Ihonette had anything to say about it. The dwarf was by all definitions a stacked shortstack, with tits the size of melons, hips, and ass to put a mare to shame, and that was to say nothing of her lovely red hair, freckled face, pouty lips, and button nose.

“By the gods,” Ihonette exclaimed, burying to the hilt as she erupted, once more basting the pregnant dwarf’s cunt with her seed. She shuddered. The sensation was like no other, even after experiencing it so many times since she’d gained her dick, that night in the tavern.

It was no wonder men mostly thought with their cocks, she thought, extricating herself from the panting, sweat-drenched, and heavily pregnant dwarf. Cum oozed from the mostly naked shortstack’s gaping pussy.

Ihonette smiled, shaking her head. It was only the middle of the day and she’d fucked the dwarf at least three times already. She needed to get a hold of herself, she thought, tucking her still drooling member into her pants. She winced, adjusting the somewhat unwieldly thing. Done, she strode towards Stacy and smacked the still orgasming dwarf’s rump, coaxing another mini climax from the slut.

“Get dressed,” Ihonette said,” we have a ways to go before we get to Dog’s-burrow.”

Stacy nodded,” yes master,” she panted.

Ihonette smiled, feeling a mixture of emotions she had a hard time putting into concrete words. She’d intended on just dumping the former man to some unscrupulous brothel or just leaving her tied up in the middle of the town square like he’d done to her all those years ago, but between fucking the dwarf into a drooling stupor after transforming her and gaining her dick, and Ihonette’s own memories of what would happen if she did, she decided against it.

Besides, she thought, looking back as the Dwarf bent over to retrieve their things, the dwarf was just her type.

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