Ay: Ekim 2025

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Thanks again to Nevinc

Before Flora stepped into the kitchen, she met the maid Lucy in the corridor. Lucy stopped her by the shoulder and asked her excitedly, “Did you hear the pipe and drum. It sounded like it came from within …”

Lucy crooked her head and examined Flora intently.

“Oh, wait. You look freshly fucked,” Lucy said with a wicked grin.

“What! No! Why do you say something like that?”

Lucy leaned closer, sniffed, and laughed, “You even smell like fresh spunk.”

“I never…”

Flora did not finish her sentence but put her hand under her dress and felt her pussy. She felt the wetness and stickiness and realized she had been properly fucked, and without even a clue. Her mind was split apart because her body felt good. If she had remembered it, she probably wouldn’t have minded.

“Oh dear.”

“Ah. You have to tell me darling. With whom? Was it with Peter?”

Flora looks down and shakes her head. Peter, the coachman, was exactly the kind of man her aunt had warned her about. She found this day becoming more and more miserable and strange.

“Okey Flora. You don’t want to tell, but you better freshen up. The mistress would not like to see you in this condition.”

***

The dinners at White Abbey were usually a rather bleak and subdued event. It didn’t matter the tables was set with candlesticks alight and the food aplenty. Mr. Fallow was not known for being a talkative spirit, and Mrs. Sarah Fallow had a reserved and withdrawn disposition.

Even worse than the silent atmosphere in the house, was in Floras opinion, the lack of joy in their marriage. The wedded couple did not laugh together, didn’t hug, or show each other affection. She couldn’t imagine them in bed together, it wasn’t surprising the lack of children either. They were like strangers to each other.

This afternoon the silent spirit was suddenly disrupted when the maids were serving the dessert to Mrs. Fallow, “Did you have any players invited today?”

“I’m sorry dear. Should I?” her husband replied.

“I heard someone playing today. Pipes and drums.”

“I didn’t have any players over.”

“Girls, did you see any players today?” Sarah asked the maids.

“I heard some pipes and drums, Madam, but I didn’t see any,” said Lucy.

Flora felt pale because somewhere deep down in her mind she should recall having heard strange music. Though she did not voice her limited knowledge, so they would not inquire further into more intimate matters.

“This sounds mysterious,” said Mr. Fallow. “Have you spoken to Jordan?”

“I thought he was your business,” his wife replied dryly.

The room fell silent again, as there was nothing more to be discussed. In any other normal company this would induce some embarrassment, but here, it was normal.

***

Later that evening Flora was thinking about her situation. Her aunt had arranged this placement with her mother, because they didn’t like the situation with Millers son. She had no idea how they found out, but in retrospect they didn’t have to worry.

She had enjoyed the company of James. She had liked to be intimately close to him, but it had left her wanting. James maltepe escort Miller was a bit shallow, and even though she had not expected heaven and stars she had expected more.

She was preparing for bed wearing her nightgown and nightcap when Lucy Kerr came into the room they shared.

“Spill it. I want to know”, she demanded.

“I don’t know. Really”.

Lucy just looked at her suspiciously, the look she gave Flora made her cringe.

“I was cleaning in the library and then… I don’t know.”

“The library. Uhm, yes it’s creepy in there.”

“You have been here a little longer. Have you heard that Mr. Fallow is a magician?”

“The master Robert, do you think he had his way with you? No, it is hard to imaging Robert doing anything like that, even to his own wife.”

“I don’t know!”

Lucy thought for moment and said, “He put a spell on those stone dogs. He thought he could make the stone dogs into be some kind of watchdogs. Kind of alive.”

“Didn’t it work?”

“it worked alright. But it turned out stone dogs are as stupid as real dogs. They tried to attack every new visitor on the grounds. Couriers, farm folk, the vicar, carpenters, everyone. It was a disaster”

“That’s why stone dogs lie on the lawn?”

“Yes, and yes he is a magician, but if he is any good it is beyond me.”

***

At that moment Flora heard a bell lightly ringing. She excused herself, put on a coat, walked out of the room towards the sound. At the end of a corridor Miss Thorpe saw a door she hadn’t seen before.

She opened it and found herself in an archaic room, with two ladies sitting in a rather worn sofa.

“There you are,” said one of the ladies dressed in an okra silk skirt, yellow blouse, and a green coat.

“!’m sorry. I didn’t realize there were guests here”, Flora replied.

“We have been waiting for you. You called us you know,” said the other lady dressed in a green silk skirt, blue blouse and a lavender colored coat. Both of them had raven black hair filled with flowers, leaves and grass. You could not exactly call them pretty or beautiful.

“I did?”, Flora asked

“I’m Morgana Thistle and this is my sister Morgana Thorn*,” the lady in green coat said.

“We are ready to attend a party. We just need more company.”

“Is Mr. Fallow arranging this party?” Flora asked in wonder, because she could not recall of him arranging anything without first notifying his servants. “I cannot go to a party in a nightgown and a nightcap. I haven’t even brushed my hair.”

The two ladies ushered her gently toward an opening with a downward spiral staircase. Ivy grew along the railing with a strong smell of wet earth. The three of them walked quite a ways down the stairs. It provided the maid with more than just a little bit suspicious as White Abbey was no more than two floors high.

“Come along. No, we are not inviting Mr. Fallow.”

“He is not to our liking. He is arrogant, presumptuous and boring,” said Morgana Thorn a little too loud.

“He is not as our precious Arthorius**,” whispered Lady Thistle. “You would think his stones and wells would teach manavgat escort Robert a little more, but no.” She sounded a little disappointed.

“We do not like these modern magicians,” her sister repeated.

“And why would you, pray tell?” Flora asked with her eyes covered. She hoped this was merely an elaborate dream.

“Oh, she’s as smart as a whip,” said Morgana Thistle.

“Nothing gets by her.”

“We need some life. It’s been too calm for a long time. We need to sharpen our skills. The Raven King is walking about, and we need our wits about us. We can feel his malice.”

“The two magicians cast these spells and modern incantations, and there is the need of us to go walking again.”

These answers didn’t make much sense to Flora, and she feared her life and soul might be in danger. When they at last reached the bottom of the stairs, they arrived in room with a large bonfire in the middle of the room, she was at her wits end. Flora noticed the stones and they reminded her of the stones in the library.

“Relax and Welcome. You are now in the land of Disrepute,” Morgana Thorn said.

“But I’m a proper god-fearing Christian woman,” Flora answered with some anxiety in her voice. Standing around the room was several fairy people, more or less weird looking and in some state of undress. Some played the pipes and drums in a tune Flora vaguely remembered.

Lady Thistle wasn’t concerned about the Christian woman state of mind; “If you want honey, you need bees to kiss the flowers. If you want porridge, you plant the seeds. If you want some calves grazing the meadow, you better lead the bull to the heifers. Earth is a sinful song, but it’s now dry and barren.”

“Welcome to the party. Do you want a drink?” said a satyr, naked and with a massive erection.

“Say hello to Michael Faunus. Faunus, this is miss Flora Thorpe” said Lady Thistle.

“Hello,” said Flora and took a drink. She couldn’t resist to tap the head of the dick and watch in amazement as it moved.

“Isn’t he magnificent.”

Flora took a sip of the red wine and tasted it’s rich flavor. She was having seconds about having partaking of the wine, because even children from an early age learn you should never eat or drink anything in Fae. “To late now,” she thought. “Virgin mother Mary, protect my soul.”

As a girl raised on the countryside, breeding was not an unfamiliar subject. Still Flora had not seen a penis up close. Not suitable for a young woman, and with James there was too little light and time. She found Faunus Michaels cock fascinating and exciting. The crown shiny and the thick veins distinctly running along it length.

Faunus leaned towards her and kissed her gently.

“My name is Thistle, as I have sharp prickles. I’m an itch you want to scratch”, Thistle said as a warning. She removed Flora nightgown and laid her on a bed and covered her in green grass. Flora sighted as the lady sucked one nipple and groaned as Faunus moved in and stroked her pubis.

“No wonder there is so many sinners when it feels so good”, Flora said as she clutched her small silver crucifix in her hand.

She şişli escort was not prepared for Faunus kiss on her pussy. She would surely protest if not Thistle had not licked her lips simultaneously playing with her nipples. “This is so wickedly new”, she thought. “I will need a week in the confession booth. Father Thurgood will have a cow.”

Then Miss Thorpe found she could no longer formulate coherent thoughts.

***

If she earlier had been more attentive, she would have noticed Morgana Thorn was no longer with them. Elsewhere, Thomas Burke was waking up at nearly the same time from what he thought was an enjoyable dream to a more fantastic feeling. Someone’s wet warm mouth wrapped around his dick. He didn’t know who was administering those sensations and he didn’t care. In Thomas defense, he thought he was still dreaming.

When she climbed on him, he could sense the smell of damp earth and fresh leaves.

“Now mister, you’re hard and ready. Now you will pay the price,” said the woman above him. He had no idea who it could be, the room was pitch black with no candlelight in place.

She slowly popped his dick in her cunt without effort, then writhed her hips to Thomas’ delight. He touched her breast with his hands and was content when he heard her responding sighs.

“Mister, you are no stranger to woman I say but is your heart with you?”

“My heart. Oh, you want my heart?” he asked.

Lady Thorn laid her lips gently on his lips and let her tongue dance all over them. Thomas bit her lower lip gently, and then worked his way into a deeper soul-searching kiss.

“You are no Merlinius but you’ll definitely do,” with a deep grunt Lady Thorn came, and Mr. Burke couldn’t help but spend himself.

“Oh, I’ve marked you sir, a thorn in your heart. Take care,” she said.

Meanwhile, Flora was incredibly happy at the moment. She found it difficult to believe a mouth could have this impact on her pussy and mind. She looked at Lady Thistle as she took Michaels cock into her mouth.

“Well Flora, I think he needs some kind of reward.”

“He does.”

“I made his cock wet for you she told Flora as she indicated for her to get on her knees.”

Flora rose to her knees as Michael stood behind her and let his member slide inside her. He grasped her butt with his hands and started the familiar movements.

“Oh mercy, my poor pussy,” said Flora.

“It’s alright darling,” replied Thistle.

Flora felt herself vulnerable, defenseless, and open. She liked that she was being fucked like a mare breeding. Michael was surely not a human, he fucked more like a relentless animal. His cock was prodding her pussy in ways she had never experienced before.

She put her head and shoulders on the floor, so Michael had better access to her.

“Just let it go,” said the Lady and stoked her hair. Michael growled as he let his sperm fly. Flora couldn’t help herself and came as well.

“You are so warm. So much better than my sisters,” said Michael and kissed her neck. Flora didn’t know what to do with this information. She quickly fell asleep.

Notes

*There has been some discussion if Thorn and Thistle are really sisters. In “Annals of Goodrich Castle” by John Stokeley in 1752, he argues the sisters are just two aspects of The Lady of Wye.

**There is a contest if the welsh name Arthur is of Celtic or Roman origin. King Arthur is named Artorius in Latin sources, but Irish sources names him son Arti-rïg-ios, son of warrior-king.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Note: So here’s something actually new I finally wrote. First of several parts set in a fantasy setting inside the Sim. This story involves very intense, physically impossible anal with an orc and has elements of Free Use.

I think I actually structured the dialogue properly this time though tense is still fucked. The constant changes annoy me too now that they’ve been pointed out, just not enough to make me go through and fix it all. It’s a bad habit I’ve got because I write in fits and bursts while jerkin’ it, makes it hard to think.

*****

“Hey Simone,” I said smiling already.

“Hello again James, back again are we.”

“I’d live in here if I could.”

“I hear that a lot. So what kind of fantasy did you cook up this time?”

“Just that, a fantasy setting. You know the type, orcs, elves and demons, that sort of thing.”

“With a lot of the usual fare I suppose.”

“That goes without saying,” I said grinning.

“I’ve got more than enough preference data on you to whip up something good. I think you’ll really like this one.”

“I always do. Just plug me in whenever.”

“Compiling now James.”

~

After blinking away the usual disorientation, I found myself standing in a busy street of an odd looking city. I expected something medieval or feudal, something with a historic basis I guess. But the city Simone had plopped me in was practically high fantasy with pulsing lights orbiting towering spires, floating structures, garishly colored strange architecture and hectic winged air traffic dominating the scene.

The people by comparison were only marginally less interesting. Most could pass for human from a distance, but some ranged in hue from bubblegum pink to midnight black and everything in between. And beyond the skin color, there were differences once you got closer like lengthy pointed ears, horns, tails, fur or scales in place of skin among the multitude of differences.

It was all cool enough to almost make me forget why I was here in the first place and just do some dungeon crawling and looting instead.

The thing that changed my mind back was seeing what looked like a Druchii woman striding through the crowd. I wasn’t sure if she acted like the Dark Elves I was familiar with in Warhammer but she certainly looked the part. She wore an outfit that was little more than a variety of dark, wickedly curved plates that framed her hips and spiraled around her breasts, only barely covering them. The equally dark cloth that hung from the middle of the hip plate made me think there wasn’t anything else underneath. Her deathly pale skin and pitch black wild hair complimented the various piercings she had along her midriff and thighs appealingly, it gave her a dangerous but alluring air. All of it made me willing to risk seeing if she really like the Dark Elves I knew, it’s not like I could really be hurt here after all.

As I approached her, she locked eyes with me for a moment before brushing them over me. I got a distinctly predatory feeling from her gaze that only reinforced what I thought I knew of Dark Elves. Done examining me she looked back up into my eyes and I could tell she knew exactly what was on my mind. The Druchii woman stalked towards me with inhuman grace and quietly pressed something into my hand.

“Come find me. I’ll be in at night,” she said with an achingly erotic voice before turning back around and disappearing back into the crowd.

Looking down at my hand I found a baroque coin covered in intricate detailing that made it patently clear what it was advertising. Framing it in highly stylized Gothic script was the single word Vixens. Well that settles it. I’m heading to a brothel.

~

It took a fair bit of wandering, some pointed questions to the right looking shady types and enduring their subsequent jeers before I found myself standing outside the imposing but nondescript building depicted on the coin. The place was actually pretty hidden, being tucked away in a maze of streets.

I headed to the entrance where I’d just seen someone else enter, but I couldn’t find any door when I got to the front; just flat, smooth wood. It took a moment of searching before I spotted the one thing that broke the perfect veneer, a small slot. Eyeing the coin the Druchii woman gave me, I raised it up and inserted it. It fit perfectly and a satisfying mechanical sound echoed out. A moment later a peephole I never noticed slid open to reveal four vividly green eyes staring at me intently. A second after that a door seamlessly opened up and the hulking multi-eyed and armed bouncer ushered me in.

Maybe it was because I hesitated a moment, but when I didn’t immediately continue down the lushly carpeted corridor the bouncer asked “First time?” with a disconcertingly wide smile with too many teeth.

“Yeah,” I said slowly.

“You’ll like it.” The grin spread wider than I thought possible.

The door at the end of the corridor şişli escort was completely unlike the invisible one on the outside. This one was ostentatious in the extreme. Twice my height, the double door was leather bound and bright red with a relief depicting a multitude of species posed in anatomically challenging positions framing it all. Now this was more what I was expecting. I gripped both handles and pushed in.

A wave of charming sounds broke the silence of the corridor and I was treated to the most vibrantly curious tableau. The place stretched upwards for floor after floor, higher than I remembered the building being, so high the people on the balconies at the top were little more than small figures. The spiraling staircase that that connected the floors continually swam out of focus and I could never get a clear look at it. More than once I could swear people that had just turned behind the central column would appear several stories or more up. The place wasn’t lit by torches or lightbulbs, but these floating motes of light that seemed to always position themselves to light everything from the best angle.

Hostesses slithered, skittered and swam throughout the establishment, serving patrons with erotic flair. The multitude of species on display was enough to burgeon the senses with their sheer variety.

While taking in the sights, I hardly noticed a woman step up to me until she was practically by my side. It was the smell that drew my attention toward her, she smelt like cut grass and a herb cabinet. Looking at her finally, it says a lot that her light green skin and hair wasn’t what immediately caught my attention. Instead it was the plantlike growths that covered her body in lieu of the skimpy uniforms the other hostesses wore. It was rather similar to them though, just instead of fabrics, they were heavy leaves that covered her breasts or a veneer of moss that passed as stockings. I tried not to stare too obviously though and focus on her face.

The woman seemed to catch the effort. “Never seen a sprite before have you? Well, it’s okay to look honey.”

I quickly settled on the story I would use. “Uhm, yeah. First time seeing most of this actually… I’m from, really far away. My humans were the only other people I’d ever known. So, this,” I said gesturing to everything “is all pretty wild and new to me.”

The woman gave me a playful frown. “You’ve spent your whole life with only other humans? Oh honey. I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but that must’ve been so dull,” she said. “Well now that you’re here at Vixens, you can finally,” she paused to hush the word for dramatic effect “sample everything else the world has to offer. I was going to ask if you were here for food, drink, entertainment or intimacy, but I think I know the answer. Follow me young man.”

It’s not that I wasn’t young, but the phrase felt wrong coming from someone that probably wasn’t that much older than me. While following her to the staircase I said “You know, I’m not that young, we’re probably not too far apart.”

The sprite woman stopped to throw back her head and laugh brightly. She put her hand on my shoulder and asked “Oh baby, how old do you think I am?”

“Uhm, 20 something?”

More of that warm laughter tumbled from her. “Honey, you really are clueless. I’m well into my 7th century.”

My reaction was pretty uncomfortably immediate. She flicked her eyes down, noticing the hitch in my breath. Tilting her head to the side she said “You know, that’s not the typical reaction men get when a woman tells them she’s 700 years old.”

What can I say, I had a bit of a spot for mature women. But a mature woman with a body like that? Well that was just the best of both worlds. “Are you just a hostess?” I asked bluntly.

She smiled slyly. “Unfortunately yes today. If you want more than a drink from me, you’ll have to come back in a couple days when I’m on. Don’t fret though honey, I’m sure one of the other girls will keep you busy until then. Come on.”

Turning back to the stairs she led me on. Curious to see how it worked, I tried to pay attention closely, but it didn’t matter. One moment I was a few steps above ground level with the music still loudly playing around me, and the next I was half a dozen stories up and in a much quieter section of Vixens.

There were various women of all different species in this section of the place, lounging around in exotic outfits that could barely be considered clothing and chatting with one another. The only man here at all was standing behind the counter at the center of the room. Spotting him, the sprite I was with had a sour expression briefly cross her face. She said over her shoulder “I’m sorry about him, but it he’s a necessary evil I’m afraid.”

“How bad could he be?”

She gave me a sorry look.

Before I could reply, he spotted us and broke the relative silence with a barking voice. “Ah Sem!” tuzla escort Sem seemed to wince at that. “Brought us another fine gentleman have you? Good good. Come here my good man come here,” he said boisterously waving me over. “I, am Balthazar Ebbins, souteneur of these fille de joie.”

“What?” I said.

“I am the owner of this fine establishment and these are my girls.

Ignoring him, Sem stated acerbically, “Semith. It’s Semith, Balthazar.” She turned to me. “He is one of the owners and we are not his girls.”

“Yes, yes,” he said, with every affectation indicating he didn’t hear her. The man-though I wasn’t sure if he was a man. He had a human-like face but with an uncanny, stretched quality and his body was swathed beneath too many heavy layers of cloths and silks to make out anything else-Balthazar strode forward and coiled one arm around my shoulder and led me toward his reception desk, waving Semith off as he did. I spared one last glance at her over my shoulder to see her giving me an I-told-you-so smile before leaving.

“You look like a fine, virile lad, I’ll bet you’ll need a half score women to keep you satisfied!” He said.

The transparency was borderline offensive and his unctuous tone immediately grated on me in the wrong way. I humored him with a chuckle though. “Thank you but I think one will be enough. Though, I’m new to… everything, really. So I don’t know what I want just yet.”

He nodded, the mannerism somehow coming off as rodent-like. “I see, I see, well why don’t we browse the goods, I’m sure we can find something to suit your tastes,” he said leading me towards the largest group of working girls.

“Does anything catch your eye good sir?”

The women he’d brought me to were ubiquitously and truly beautiful in one way or another, but they were for the most part conventional humans.

“They’re all gorgeous obviously, but I was hoping for something a little more, interesting.”

“Ah, I see I see.”

Balthazar led me through groups of women, deeper into the floor. Slowly but surely the curiosities grew. White, beige and black skin gave way to other hues and textures. Two arms two legs stopped being the rule and started being a lightly adhered to guideline.

Eventually, what caught my eye was what looked like a typical fantasy orc. The first thing to stand out to me was how tall she was. Orcs were typically described as large and the same was apparently true for their women here. I learned later that apparently she was only average for her species but was still around 6’5 and towered over me by a fair bit. She ticked a lot of the stereotypical boxes; green skin, heavily muscled, small tusks jutting from the lower jaw and having less of the delicate features you’d find on women from other races. I’m not saying she looked like a man, just nothing like the type of woman you’d see on fashion runways. She was dressed like the other wenchs, so barely dressed at all. Though unlike the fine fabrics and exotic versions of lingerie the other women had, the orc’s clothing was plain linen and unimaginative. Yet all the same, she had her own kind of appeal I could appreciate.

Balthazar must’ve seen me eyeing up the orc. “Ah! You want the orc? Maybe after a few of their raids you want some revenge yes?”

I snapped my head to round on him. “What? No, I just… Iunno, but it’s not that.”

He nodded in his bobbing, rodent-like manner and called the orc over. “Mordridd! Come say hello to this man.”

Mordridd approached solidly, without any of Semith’s grace, without applying any of her trade, without really any attempt to allure at all actually.

“Human,” she said coolly, simply nodding at me once. Her voice was surprisingly nice if a bit raspy.

The brotherkeeper elbowed her despite the distance between the two. “Mordridd here’s a new arrival too. Fresh from the Orclands, 18 seasons old to boot. She may be a little light on manners, but don’t mind that though, she good where it counts! What do you say?”

Some men might have thought twice about the greenskin but she was strangely appealing and I figured Simone would make it interesting. The fact she was 18 didn’t hurt either, though I never would have guessed it by looking.

“Hi, I’m James,” I said extending a hand toward Mordridd. “Are you free?”

“Yes,” she replied bluntly.

“Then in that case, do you have a room for us Balt?”

“Yes, of course, right this way. We have a breathtaking suite you’ll just love available,” he said with an oily smile. He grabbed my shoulder again and turned me around. Instead of walking back though I was instantly right in front of the front desk. I tried to take it in stride but couldn’t help but swivel my head back and forth trying to figure out what happened. I couldn’t, but I did manage to look stupid.

Balthazar reached over the countertop to grab something below but I didn’t think he could possibly reach anything pendik escort from the wrong side of the desk. His arm accommodated that though. Instead of leaning over to reach whatever it was, more and more arm simply slithered out from beneath his heavy clothing.

“Ah, here it is,” he said, his arm already retracting back repulsively. In his hands was an ornate looking bronze key. “Just take the stairs up and use that on the first door you see, it’ll take you right where you want to be.”

Right as I was about to take the key from Balthazar, Mordridd spoke up to interrupt.

“Human, do you know how expensive that will be?”

Balthazar waved her off. “What’s a little money for if not to be spent and enjoyed.”

“Wait, how much is it then?” I asked Balthazar, now curious.

“Bah, a small price for a great deal of pleasure. The private room and the virgin fee will set you back a mere 800 crowns. A worthwhile deal for time spent with a newly arrived orc youth in our finest and most luxurious room.”

“Wait, virgin?” I asked, the word catching my attention first and foremost.

Mordridd answered before Balthazar could. “How many times have I told you this Balthazar, I am no virgin.”

“You are, technically, and that’s what counts, it’s all in the fine print,” he hissed, literally.

Technical or not, the fact she’d only taken cock in the ass excited me.

Mordridd just shook her head. “Human, for 800 crowns you could have a night with two elves. An hour with me will cost you less than a tenth that. People don’t pay for an orc only to take them up to the upper suites. Use the common room, it’s only 40.”

“What’s the common room?”

Balthazar answered churlishly. “Ah, it’s where all the riff raff go. Go there if you’d like but if you know how to treat a woman right, you’ll take Mordridd to the upper suites.” Then addressing her he added “Come now Mordridd, wouldn’t you like to see the upper suites for once?”

She grunted ambiguously in reply. “Do what you like human, but you’ve had my advice.”

The attempt was every bit as transparent as the last time, but it had a bit more bite now with Mordridd standing right next to me. I tried to gauge her reaction but her face stayed impassive. I eventually decided to just go with Mordridd’s suggestion. It didn’t feel as bad cheaping out when she was the one suggesting it after all.

Balthazar gave us a disturbingly waxy approximation of a crestfallen expression after I paid and handed me a much more mundane key.

Mordridd and I left to take the stairs up. I tried to make conversation but Mordridd wasn’t the most loquacious type and kept her responses as monosyllabic as possible. I didn’t know why she made the effort to speak up to save me all that money but wouldn’t talk to me now. Still, I appreciated the effort and kept up the one sided conversation.

Taking the stairs up the spatial anomaly, I used the key on an ordinary door and walked in on a rowdy scene. Unlike the lower levels, this place was a cacophonous orgy, literally. Men, women and beings of indeterminate gender were fucking on top, under and against practically every surface and space in the place as tavern girls plied the patrons with drinks.

I spotted another human-orc pair in a nearby corner booth. The man was enjoying his drink while his orc was lying on her side, her head was buried in his lap and very committedly blowing him. I decided to use the vacant space next to them.

As soon as we got settled in Mordridd asked “So human, how would you like me?”

My cock sprung to life at the blunt question and incipient implication. “Well Mordridd, do you uh, offer anal? I have a bit of thing for it.”

Mordridd arched one eye up. The man with his own orc next to me must have overheard me because he started laughing boisterously. “Boy! Did you just ask an orc if she offers anal? By Ulric’s teeth where did you come from?”

“Uh, my village was pretty isolated.”

“I’ll bet. Look here boy,” he slurred, clearly drunk. He slapped his orc’s ass hard and said, “Go on Kaid, show the boy what you can do.”

The orc grunted but didn’t move away from his cock. Instead she just flipped the loincloth covering her back to the side. I was only mildly surprised to see the handle of what was probably a buttplug still inside her. I expected something decently large from what the guy was implying but what I got was altogether something else.

Kaid pulled on the handle and the most monstrous toy slithered out from inside her. As the fat inches continued sliding out, I grew increasingly shocked at the sheer length of the thing. And it wasn’t just long either. It was as thick around as a drink can and covered with pointed nubs that curved inwards. I couldn’t believe she could pull something like that out of herself so calmly. By the time the whole toy out, I was staring at something 15 or so inches long. I turned to look at Mordridd with new longing. She didn’t seem impressed at all by the display of the other orc girl.

The man nodded in satisfaction. “Back in now girl.”

The other greenskin obeyed and easily forced the monstrous toy back inside her without even breaking the rhythm of her blowjob. The guy laughed loudly again. “They’re all like that! All of them! By the Gods I love orcs.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

She was the kind of girl that I would never talk to unless forced. Not because she was mean or anything, she was one of the nicest people I had met. But she still intimidated me. That tall blonde and beautiful type, even though she usually was quite modest.

In the end I was too shy to confront such a beauty. Once we had been close together by mere chance, and when she said hi I was stuttering too badly to even reply, now I don’t think she’ll even talk to me at all. Sometimes I see her point at me when she’s talking to her friends, I don’t know what they’re saying, and I don’t stick around that long. I just assume that they are making fun of me and quickly turn away so they can’t see how much I’m blushing.

I went to a dance, not really expecting anything. Like most of the dances I was too shy to ask anyone to dance, and in general no one except those that pitied me asked me to dance. Considering my dancing ability that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Usually at the dances I sat or stood alone, occasionally someone would come and talk to me, but usually I’d just be alone.

This dance was no exception. Halfway through the night I was still alone at a table, there had been friends there but then they all left, not sure where they went. Wherever it was apparently I wasn’t invited.

And then I saw her walking towards me. My heart started beating faster as she drew nearer. I knew she couldn’t be walking to me. It had happened before, she waved to me or walked towards me, and only at the last second did I realize she wasn’t even seeing me.

This time she seemed to be staring right at me, with almost a smirk izmir escort on her face. My heart sank as I wondered what her and her friends might have in store for me.

A pity dance was almost worse than her ignoring me. At least if she ignored me she never saw me dance. In a pity dance I’d look like an idiot in front of her.

Oh my god she’s almost here, and she is looking right at me, no one else is even close enough for her to be looking at them.

My heart was beating faster; she was wearing a black dress with thigh high stockings. The dress was tight in all the right places, showing her gorgeous body, while at the same time showing teasing glimpses of her thighs with each step she took.

I felt my dick growing in my pants, and prayed that she’d just sit down and talk. No dancing, not tonight.

She came up to me and sat down, smiling in that sweet little way that she does. Her long hair was done nicely, and even with the wild lights around us she looked beautiful.

She sat and smiled and seemed content to do nothing more at first, then I finally stuttered out “h-h-hi-h-h-I,” and then blushed furiously when I realized how dumb I sounded.

I was wishing that I could just go and hide right then. She laughed and it felt like my heart was breaking, the woman of my dreams laughing at me. I could feel the tears almost starting.

And then she looked at me and smiled not the same smile as before, but one that told me that she had plans for me. At the time I didn’t know if the plans were good or bad, but at the time it didn’t matter at all.

She kahramanmaraş escort glanced briefly out to the dance floor, and then took my hand. Her small hands felt so soft, as she brought my hand towards her, gently laying it on her breast.

I looked at her with a mixture of worry and lust in my eyes. I squeezed her breast slightly and she closed her eyes and smiled. Her nipple was pressing through the dress; I could feel it against my palm.

She looked at me again, her eyes half closed. I tentatively placed my other hand on her other breast. I felt her take a deep breath as my fingertip lightly traced along the top of her breasts.

She leaned close to me and in a voice that was more of a breath than a voice, she said, “come outside with me.”

I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the doors.

Just outside the doors, where the music was only a dull throbbing she stopped me, and then turned around and kissed me. Putting her arms around me and holding nothing back from the kiss. Her tongue deep in my mouth as one of her hands reached down to my cock that was now pressing against her stomach.

Then she began kissing my neck. My lips to her neck felt glorious, and I didn’t even realize that she was saying anything at first, but then I stopped and listened.

She was saying it very quietly, and even though her mouth was right next to my ear I could barely hear her, until, “mmmmmmm look now at your friends.”

Not understanding I turned around and looked back into manavgat escort the hall. Everything was in flames, people were screaming and running but the flames were everywhere. Then the vision passed, and there was only people dancing again.

I frowned and looked back at her, she just smiled and took my hand again. Leading me out of the building. I didn’t know what I had seen. Was it only a trick of the lights, could she have slipped me some drug? But I had felt it. I could feel my skin burning. But it wasn’t there, so how…

She put my arm around her waist and continued to lead me out. I tried to ask what had happened but she kissed me before I could. We pushed our way outside and then leaned against a wall as we kissed, she reached down and grabbed my cock. I moaned and involuntarily thrust my hips towards her.

She smiled as if to say “naughty boy” and then kissed me again, stroking my erection through my pants. I thought I was going to cum as soon as she touched me but somehow I held it in.

She smiled, and her nice white teeth seemed to shine at me. Her eyes, I thought they were blue but now they seemed so dark, maybe it was only the light.

She began undoing my pants, pulling my cock out. I looked at her and was amazed to see that she was almost drooling as she grabbed it. Then she lifted her skirt, revealing no panties underneath, only a shaved smooth pussy.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

Something was wrong but I couldn’t say no, “yesss, please, let me be inside of you.” the words came out almost without me saying them.

She smiled and slid my cock inside. I put my hands around her waist, my body tensing as I slid into her. She leaned close to me, her mouth at my ear, “now you’re mine” she whispered.

And as she backed off a serpents tongue flicked out of her mouth, and then she darted her head forward again and bit my neck. And that was all I remembered for that night.

Of course the fun was only beginning…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ok so its been a long time. This will be the final chapter to the Red Moon series. I do plan on making a small side chapter but we’ll get to it when we get to it. Sooo how did you like the last chapter? I had fun writing it anyways. I bit of a warning, I do not plan to have any sex scenes in this chapter…I could change my mind by the end of it but this is a serious addition…ok so back to the story…

————

The night before the planned battle everyone was uneasy. The Waren had agreed to join the battle along with the Fairiee but something didn’t feel right. Shinai looked around carefully. Fallin and the Tigaree were preparing the arsenal of weapons for the final time, Nora and the Lepari were going over the battle plans again. Kai had thrown herself into her training ever since Leon had refused her, Raj, Talon, Kobe and Gale were working on a retreat plan. Everyone had a job and a place but something was wrong. No one had seen Hawkens since earlier this morning. She went over to Fallin.

“Where’s Hawk?” She asked him.

“…He volunteered to help with the night watch, some of his instincts are better then our hunters.” Fallin answered. His voice gave nothing away.

“Is that so?..” She didn’t know why Fallin made her uneasy but she trusted him.

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?” She asked him.

“Yeah, everything is set. The retreat signal is a recording of Lucifer’s voice…it was Hawks idea so I am sure there is a purpose to it.”

“Sentari are attracted to music more then anything else. They can’t resist it. It’s a smart plan if u send the signal away from the retreating party…” she replied. Fallin nodded with understanding and went back to work. Shinai spotted Leon helping the Waren named J with some last minute equipment. Kai watched him from a distance. Sighing, She approached the two men.

“Leon…You need to speak with Kai, at this rate she’ll be in no condition to be at the battlefield tomorrow.” Shinai told him.

“….I’ll be there to keep an eye on her.” He answered.

“Leon is a bit stubborn but he won’t let anything happen to her. Those two are going to be impossible for awhile. A little time and they’ll be fine.” J told her.

“Why dose everything have to be so bloody complicated…” She muttered, leaving the two men as she went back to her own tent. She went to get a drink but her stomach rebelled. She moaned, clutching her belly. This was the third time in a week. She grabbed a mug of water and gulped it down, settling her stomach for the moment. She cursed Aiden yet again. The timing was horrible. Instead of going into heat, which would have been a bitch to begin with, she was pregnant! Of all the bloody times…

“You’ll have to stay behind…” A voice from behind her said. Shinai turned to face her new Mother Head.

“Saori… you know I can’t…”

“No “buts,” this is an order form your Mother Head” Saori declared. “You can stay behind and help Leila with the medical support.”

“…”

“Shinai you’ll be risking your cub, do you really think you can do that?” She asked.

“No…your right…”

While the two women talked, Hawk snuck into the capital through the old waterways, careful not to use the same tunnels they had upon escaping the first time. He placed a small explosive on the main tunnel ways, hiding it in the shadows. He wouldn’t be done until well passed the morning. He moved swiftly, checking every passage he could. With each step he took he prayed, he prayed for his success. If he failed there would be no second chances. The Sentari would never be stopped.

“Aiden, you better live long you bastard.” He muttered.

– – – – – – – – – – – –

Before the sun even hit the sky the Fairiee attacked Galna with full, furious force. The screams of rage could be heard for miles. With the first wave of attacks that Katsari and Waren quickly followed. Weapons drawn, they charged forward slicing through the Sentari front. They were agile and quick but the Sentari had many more numbers. Shinai and Leila waited at the infirmary a wave after wave of injured were rushed to them. Shinai and the others did everything they could for the wounded. Many went back out to rejoin the fight, many more never got the chance to reopen their eyes.

“I need more bandages!” She called out. “Get me more alcohol! We need to sterilize these wounds.” She scrambled to help a wounded comrade.

Out on the battlefield Kai wielded her blade with pure mastery. Slicing down each enemy he faced. She moved swiftly, dodging blades and arrows side by side with her brothers and sisters. Not far off Leon kept watch, taking out as much as he could. He kept watch over her, determined to keep her safe. Ruma and Tao took charge of the archers. Sending burning arrows into the Sentari’s hearts.

“Don’t stop firing! Make each arrow count!” Ruma called out over the war cries. The Archers continued their firing. Making sure to give their warriors support. Saori led the Jaguari hunters. Attacking with stealth and accuracy. Her mate Gale moved right beside her, keeping her gümüşhane escort within his reach of protection. Fallin and the Tigaree used a different method. Using brute strength and pure power they hunted through the battlefield, preferring to use their bare fists or beast forms. The cries of death echoed in the wind.

Back under the waterways Hawk was ready. The explosives were in place and so were the voice recorders. Galna will be alive one last time.

“Alright, everything’s set. I hope Fallin did his part. He switched the recorders on and Lucifer’s voice echoed through the tunnels, radiating off of the buildings and into the air. “Alright Fallin, you’re up….”

Back on the battlefield the Katsari and their allies were startled by the sheer power of the retreat signal. The moment the first notes rang out the Sentari went on a rampage back towards the capital. All at once they tried to get to the source of the music. Back at the campsite Shinai watched wave after wave of her allies returning. She watched Tao and Ruma returned with the Archers, Nora returned with the Lepari, Shane, J, and Bailey returned with more wounded. Leon carried an angry and outraged Kai, Yu and Saori returned with the Jaguari. The last to return was the Tigaree with Fallin coming up at the rear. Shinai sighed with relief at watching her close friends returning, but when she saw Fallin she realized Hawkens hadn’t returned. Hearing the music coming from the capital she put two and two together.

“Oh god!! Hawk!!” She ran towards the capital only to be held back by Fallin and several others. “What are you doing!! Hawkens is still there!” She screamed. Struggling to be freed. As she fought she watched in horror as a large rumble vibrated the earth.

Inside the capital Hawkens was setting off the bombs remotely. He looked down at his hands and smirked.

“Well…Professor…looks like I’ll be seeing you sooner then I planned….” He waited until he saw a hoard of angry Sentari rampaging through the tunnels. He waited until they were mere feet from him. He flicked the final switch, “Burn in hell you bastards…”

A large blast shot out through the tunnels and out into the city. The Blast set off every piece of dormant technology, sending the entire city to a fiery grave. Hawkens’ body was thrown back into a smaller waterway never to be heard from again…

Back at the campsite Shinai was hysterical. She was screaming as she watched Galna fall. Fallin held her back.

“This is your fault! You knew he was going to do this! How could you let him!” She was crying as she screamed.

“Yes I knew! I knew what he was planning since long before you returned with the Jaguari…I tried to stop him! But he was right…this was the only way…” Fallin pleaded. Shinai broke down and clung to him, tears flowing down her face. Around them their allies watched as the city burned, everyone of them giving a sign of respect and honor towards their fallen comrade.

“….We all underestimated him…He was just a normal human to us…we were wrong to do so…” Saori spoke.

“…What am I going to do now…Aiden will never forgive me for letting this happen…” Shinai cried.

“It was the human’s choice Shinai…” Leila whispered, leaning in to comfort her. “Now it is your job to tell this to this Aiden…..He must know the fate of his friend and of the woman who is carrying his child…” Their onlookers stared in stunned belief. No one outside of Shinai, Saori, and Leila knew about the child. And for it to be half human was unheard of until now. Shinai nodded…knowing she had no choice. She would find Aiden and she would tell him everything…after that…he would have to decide.

A month passed. The dead were berried and the living were staring to recover. Kai and Leon were slowly starting to recover, occasionally being seen holding hands only to be yelling at each other shortly after. Ruma and Talon were staying behind to recover the remaining dead. Shane and Tao were working on the return trip to the Waren village. Leila and Kobe were helping the remaining wounded, Saori and Gale were reorganizing the Jaguari. Yu and Bailey were already returning to the forest and Fallin was spending time negotiating with Nora. Shinai took one last look at her friends and bowed. She would miss all of them but it was time for her to find Aiden…

Elsewhere, half way across the continent Aiden just finished another job…with every finished job he left a Vestari symbol at each inn, hoping to lead her to him.

– – – – – – – – – – – –

5 years later…

A four year old boy with dark skin, jet black hair and a cats tail ran down the side street. He was carrying a large basket of fresh fruit nearly 2 thirds his size. He couldn’t wait to get home. He exited the town and continued up through the small forest to the east. When he reached his small home he quickened his steps, especially when he saw his mother working in the garden.

“Maaaaa!! Hey Mom!” He called out eagerly. His bright crimson hatay escort eyes were glowing.

“Kaiden, how many times have I told you not to yell.” Shinai turned to face her son and burst out laughing. All you could see of the handsome boy was a mop of hair, bright red eyes and a huge basket of fruit. “Where did you get that?”

“Old Lady Desna gave it to me. Can you make those yummy sweets with them?” He asked eagerly, his tail waving behind him. She laughed as she took the basket, doing a little dance as she did it.

“Oh I don’t know, you’ve been a troublemaker all week.” She teased.

“No I haven’t really!” He pleaded.

“Oh really? Then who was it that destroyed my tomatoes?”

“Ahh ma you know I hate those things, you can’t fault me for that” He pleaded. She giggled at his answer.

“Just like your father…alright I’ll make some tonight, but only if you go clean your room. Well go on then…” She smiled as he raced into the house. She sighed and looked up at the sky. “Aiden…I miss you…” She turned and entered her home.

Back at the village inn Aiden checked himself in. He would be waiting on a new client for a few days and he was tired. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

“The strongest thing you have.” He told the man.

“You got it….well I never thought I’d see anyone else with those red eyes.” The bartender said while pouring a glass.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t mean to offend you sir..”

“No, no, what did you say about another having the same color eyes as me.”

“Yes sir, a little Tike that comes through here every once in awhile. He lives somewhere outside of town.”

“A boy?…” That was impossible. Aiden thought. There wouldn’t be anymore Vestari left, especially children. He took his drink and spent the next few days learning about this red eyed boy.

A week passes and he had learned nothing. His client was arriving today. He walked through the town, his cloaked appearance was now a usual site to the locals. He was about to return to the inn when he saw a glimpse of a Katsari child running through the streets.

“…Strange…Katsari don’t stay near humans…” He found himself following the boy. He saw him duck through ally ways and merchant shops, he actually had to run to keep up with him.

“Geez this kid can move…” He was turning into one of the back alleys when he was nearly hit in the face by a cane. “Holy crap” He dodged it but just barely.

“Who are you! Why are you chase’n me!” The boy yelled. Aiden blinked and blinked again. He was starring at his spitting image. In the form of a Katsari boy.

“Holy crap…”

“Well, why you doin it? He asked again.

“I wanted to see if it was true…” Aiden replied honestly.

“…huh?” the boy lowered his weapon. “What do you mean mister?”

“Ah well…” He pulled his hood back enough to show the boy his eyes.

“Wow…I thought I was the only one…Mama’s gotta see this. Come with me” The boy declared.

“Hey wait, kid I can’t just go running …Whoa..” The boy had grabbed hold of his hand and took off. There was no way this kid was a normal Katsari. He had absolutely no trouble taking hold of him. The boy took him right out of town. “Listen kid, I have somewhere I need to be…” The boy ignored him. Ahead of them, hidden within the trees was a small cottage. “You live out here?”

This time the boy answered him. ‘Yup! When I was born my mama had this place built. It’s just the two of us! Hey Ma!! Mama I brought someone!” The boy called out.

“Kaiden, How many times have I told you not to bring people…” Shinai had came from inside the cottage but when she got a look at the stranger she had froze.

“Ah come on mom! He’s got the same eyes as me see!” He turned to the man. “Hey go ahead and show her mister, its ok” He whispered up at him. Aiden nodded, to dumbfounded to say anything. He lowered his hood completely, starring ahead at the woman he had been longing for.

“Oh god…Aiden!!” She ran to him and through her arms around him weeping for joy.

“You know him mama? He looks just like me.” Kaiden asked. His mother was far to fond of this stranger.

Shinai laughed still clinging to Aiden. “Yes baby, this is your daddy.” She sniffed.

“Huh? You mean the an you were looking for when I was in your belly? Well what took you so long?” Kaiden asked. “Mama’s been waiting you know!” His tiny hands were on his hips. Aiden found himself laughing at his own image.

“My god are you my clone little one?” He asked, bending down to the boy. “You are four now…then your old enough to learn a Vestari tradition…do you want to know what it is?” He asked the boy.

“alright…what is it?’ The boy asked skeptically.

“Hold on let me get it…”He opened a bag that he had carried with him since long before he had even met Shinai and pulled out a very old sling shot. “You see, Vestari are just as much warriors as the Katsari are. As boys we learn how to shoot one of these to hunt fruit and small ısparta escort animals.” He put a stone in the slink and aimed at an apple in a tree above them. He fired and knocked it right out. When Kaiden caught the apple a small pebble sized hole had gone right through.

“Wow…that was cool! But you know, you could have just climbed the tree like I do…” The boy said as he examined it. Aiden started to laugh again

“That is true, but that defeats the purpose…why don’t you give it a try?” He asked, handing the boy the sling shot. Kaiden grinned and ran off.

“…You named him Kaiden?” He asked her.

“Yes…I knew you wouldn’t have wanted to call him Jr. Heh. I still wanted him to have a part of you though…”

“He looks like trouble” He said fondly.

“You have no idea…Aiden there is something you should know…about what happened to Galna…”

“I already know. Hawk told me about it about a year ago”

“Wait, what?! Aiden, Hawkens is dead. He died in the explosion.”

“No…He sent word through his usual contacts. It was definitely Hawkens. But that’s no longer important.” He pulled her to him. “I missed you…”

“Me too…” She clung to her mate, afraid he might vanish.

“Hey no funny business!” Kaiden yelled. “I don’t trust you yet!” he called back to them. Aiden started laughing again.

“He’s going to be work isn’t he?” He asked her.

“Oh yes. And you deserve every minute.” She nuzzled his neck.

A week would pass before Aiden and Shinai would be alone. Kaiden had followed his father everywhere. Half amazed by the man and half suspicious. He had even slept between the two of them, keeping his eye on the man who shared his face. Shinai had a kick out of it but Aiden was starting to get frustrated. It was only after the boy had gotten hurt and Aiden had told him the story if the Vestari gladiators did things start warming up between them. The boy became obsessed with these unknown warriors and after a few more stories he started running off to play gladiators.

“Alone at last…” Shinai said as she watched her son run off. She jumped slightly when Aiden grabbed her from behind. “Aiden!” She squealed. He had her pressed against the kitchen counter and small window.

“You can keep watch…I’ve waited to long to have you…” He muttered against her neck. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and ripped off her panties.

“Oh god Aiden!” She couldn’t turn around. He held her fast and secure. He tore off her shirt and yanked off her bra.

“I’m not used to you wearing all of these clothes Shinai…I am enjoying ripping them off.” He whispered behind her ear. She shivered. With a wicked grin he yanked her tail up. She hissed and fell forward even more. Her naked breasts pressed hard against the cold stone of the counter.

“Damn it Aiden!” She screamed against the stone. She felt him lift her waist higher and higher until even her face was against the tile. “Aiden what are you…Oh my god!” His tongue slipped between her legs, sliding slowly up into her pussy. She started whimpering. It had been so long since he last touched her. Her legs quivered as an orgasm washed over her.

“Mmm” Aiden licked up her orgasm slowly before puling away. He heard a cry of protest from her but he quickly silenced it. With one deep thrust his shaft into her wet pussy from behind, savoring her moans of pleasure. He moved slowly, enjoying the tormenting tight feel of her. With each thrust she moaned and gasped, begging him to go faster. “God you feel god Baby.” He said between clenched teeth.

“Aiden you have to hurry! Kaiden can come home at any moment!” She pleaded. She felt dizzy and out of breath.

“Ah the dangers of young parents…” He teased. “Well then perhaps we should do one of your favorites, hm?” He pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her ass. She screamed out in pure bliss as he pounded into her. With each thrust she thrust back, pushing off the counter top as much as he’d let her.

“Oh god, oh god.” she kept chanting it like a prayer. With each thrust she came closer to coming.

Aiden yelled out a curse. His own body was close to release. She squirmed under him, tightening her ass and sending them both over the edge. He pumped his seed deep into her ass as her own cum dripped down her legs. When they finished he lay over her as he caught his breath.

“What’s the matter human, getting tired?” She teased.

He growled and swept her into his arms and through her over his shoulder. “We’ll see who’s tired when I am done with you Cat.”

She burst out laughing, pretending to protest as he carried her off into her bedroom…no not anymore…it was theirs now…and it will stay that way for the rest of their lives…as long as Kaiden stayed in his room. She laughed at the thought. Yes…it will be the three of them from now on…

“Aiden…I want more children…”

The End…

Ok so I lied. I did put sex in at the end Heh. Truthfully I felt bad about not adding more sex in the last chapter but I had a lot going on. All in all I had a blast writing this series. For those of you who are demanding to know about Hawks fate I have decided to add a side story for you all. I am also thinking of adding a small story on a much older Kaiden but I’ll only do it if enough people ask about it. Otherwise I will be completely ending it with Hawkens. Let me know what you think about it!! Duzzel

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Second Time I Went ‘Cow-tipping’ With My Girlfriend

The second time I went ‘cow-tipping’ with my girlfriend was both the greatest hard-on of my life to date and also, the most excruciating. To be embarrassed for all of humanity, an intergalactic shame, was, though in retrospect historically unique and therefore respectable, an addition of insult beyond previous human comprehension to injury. But it went deeper than that.

I loved Sharon from the get-go. Speaking mostly as lust loves, I mean. A young man needs adventure and exploration and Sharon symbolized a shocking discovery beyond my necessities. I loved her like the opening of too many windows for a claustrophobic. My only other previous sex partner symbolized an odd conservativeness to me after my strange new lover’s callused hand took me dick first on our first date, pulling me into the tall grasses.

Led by this woman who insisted on dancing nude, despite my initial trepidation, and on jumping and running, chasing and being chased, screaming, “foreplay, foreplay” all along, I followed, an engrossed, bewildered student. When she finally turned and faced me, pushing her pussy-wet fingers into my mouth and hissing, it blew my mind and almost my wad.

That was three months before the event: the injury and the miracle. I was one year into my physics major at the local college, in a big town, by my standards. We had met and frolicked and copulated every Thursday afterwards, in the same long grasses, hills that sloped down from the fence outside of town.

Each time, I let her take the lead. It was a tip from a leading men’s health magazine, the only place I could go for advice about these experiences beyond my means, beyond my dreams. My dad was no help because he didn’t believe any of it. Her courage and brazen eroticism became zonguldak escort an unforgettable part of my personal history just a few months before the most public night on earth.

That night, about three months after I first came with her against a backdrop of stars, silent doubts wormed at me. I would be forever grateful, but I was afraid of what might happen if we lost contact. I’d found someone who inspired me to be and do the best I could. What if she lost interest in me? What if I lost myself?

That night, humanity’s fateful change hung moments away in the future and my insecurities would soon be echoed and dwarfed by those of the entire planet. Little did I expect that night would expose my shaft to torture and a universe to one hell of an awkward scenario. We were making love in a position that was her first repeat ever, she said she’d found one she really enjoyed, called it, “cow-tipping.”

Although I was astonished and am ever ‘miracled’ for the extra-terrestrial lights that shone down upon her asshole and back, my pubic hair and front, being human, am I not also justified in a little self-pity?

To be discovered by aliens during fornication was embarrassment enough, but we’d gone deeper than that. In some cases, the membrane within the penis is broken, resulting in a condition diagnosed as penile fracture. This was such a time, the result of her uniquely invented sexual posture. I didn’t know that without surgical intervention in 4 to 6 hours, I would be permanently disfigured.

I did know the pain had, at least temporarily, blinded me. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was in the center of the nexus of the first intergalactic communications with my dick broken, awkwardly trying to disengage. Nothing happened quickly fethiye escort and not soon enough. When the pain began to diminish, I could make out the lights again; then the beams from the spaceship filled my head, light marinating a skull-bowl of human brain.

“But I like it that way, it’s perfect,” she said, “it gets me right in that spot…” She didn’t realize what was happening above us. I was in all kinds of shock. “My frickin’ dick is broken!!” was all I could gasp.

“Typical man,” she teased in a thick, sultry drawl. “Do you know what women go through every month!?” She continued to play sarcastic and started in with her animal sounds.

She was waxing hornier as the implications of the ship and its light funneled out possibilities ahead of my blurry vision. The problem was, when she went mad with horniness she looked so damn beautiful. Though I couldn’t see them, I knew her eyes were getting big and black and intense.

“AAAA!” I believe I screamed, bending over in pain as my broken penis involuntarily swelled again with blood.

“Oh, poor baby,” she turned over, with her hair over her head and looking down so that she didn’t see the lights. Kneeling, took it so gently in her mouth, performed such a surgery of pleasure with her tongue – an instinctive curative application that could have traveled through her DNA from another time.

In those moments, I don’t know how long, I began to see her again, not only as the woman kneeling before me administering otherworldly bliss upon my confused penis, but also as receiver of the lights. Her and I, woman and man, in an incredible moment of history and I couldn’t find the words to tell her.

My legs gave out under all the stress and epiphany. I fell over her and she caught alanya escort me, laying me down beside her.

“See baby, it’s not so bad…I’ll take care of you.” I knew this. I knew she’d have my back like she had my front. No matter what the aliens brought, we had each other. She saw the lights on my face then stood to look at their source. As she gazed, speechless, I lay supine and short of breath.

“Can you stand -? ” She was interrupted as a noise lowed from just beyond the circle of light. It was a sound not unlike the one I made when she tended to my internal bleeding.

“I don’t know. There’s a cow there? I’m so happy!”

“Moooooo!!” The ship shifted and bathed the heifer in a glow that seemed to have originated from the heavens themselves.

We locked eyes, the cow and I, for what seemed like an eternity. I stood, so genuinely, deeply rooted in humanity by my relationship with Sharon. The cow’s deep black eyes and long lashes spoke with me about compassion.

It lay sweet and docile on the ground in the lights of “what’s-to-come.” Just as we were the chosen humans of our species it was a lucky contestant in the animal kingdom. Man, woman and cow without pretense before the change.

“That cum you licked off my fingers, tonight” she said, “Do you have any idea the number of ways there are to take L.S.D.?” She said it straight-faced and as I faced her I faced the inevitable truth: “I’ll be the first man to meet aliens and I’m on acid.” As long as I looked at Sharon, I could stand.

“No more traumatic, or no more erotic than E=MC squared,” said the cow suddenly, but I couldn’t make any sense of that. I felt it was important to stay standing, let the aliens take the lead.

A porch light came on at a nearby house and a dog barked in the distance. There was a commotion not far off and the echo of a shotgun in night.

“You punks tippin’ cows again?” screeched a voice.

“Don’t worry,” she murmured, her gentle words in my ear soothing me right down to the recently cracked cock she supported now with her hand. “I’ll make it all disappear.” We vanished into the starlight as the hounds began their hunt.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Kelethia wandered through the halls of the abbey, wearing the crimson silk robe. It fit her perfectly, though it was cut much lower than anything she had ever worn before. With so much of her flesh revealed, she felt as though everyone was looking at her – especially the men. It was an uncomfortable feeling at first, being the object of such attention – but before long, she began to enjoy it.

She stopped and talked with one of the men, smiling at him in a way that she had never smiled at any man before. She wanted him to look at her – and he did, especially when she tugged her robe open a little further, then a little further still. She said something to him in a soft voice – something naughty that she had never dared to say to any man. He leaned down and began to kiss the nipple that she offered to him, and she smiled in delight as his tongue nudged her sensitive, swelling flesh. She reached down into his pants, without fear, without hesitation. It was hard and throbbing. He wanted her, and she was ready.

Right here, in the hallway, with everyone watching. She heard the gasps as her robe slid to the floor, as she slid to the floor, her legs spreading open. His hard, strong body was on top of her; his hard, strong cock gliding against her moist pussy. No delay, no hesitation – he plunged inside her. Voices were shouting now, telling them to stop. But he wasn’t going to stop, and Kelethia laughed in delight as he fucked her faster. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on with her lusty moans…

“Sister Kelethia!”

Fucking her…harder…faster…

“Sister Kelethia!”

No, don’t stop! I’m so close!

“Sister Kelethia, wake up!”

Kelethia opened her eyes and felt herself being shaken. “What do you want?” she hissed angrily.

Sister Elanessa looked flustered. “I…I’m sorry, Sister, but you were moaning in your sleep.”

“So?”

“I thought you were having a nightmare.”

“Well you were wrong. I was having a nice dream, and you ruined it.”

Elanessa looked upset. “I’m sorry, Sister, but you were getting louder and louder. I was afraid that you would wake everyone.”

Kelethia sighed and rubbed her eyes. “No, it’s all right. I shouldn’t be angry about it. It was just a dream.”

“Umm…what were you dreaming about?”

Kelethia glanced blearily at the young blonde priestess. Did she suspect? “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

*****

She had been having the dreams every night. Sometimes she woke to an orgasm, her fingers urgently stroking her wet sex. Other times, her cries disturbed the others, and she had to wait until they were asleep before she could touch herself again.

The dreams had been getting more and more intense, and she was coming more and more often. She never used to giresun escort remember her dreams, but these were different. Not only did she recall them with vivid clarity, but they were starting to pervade her conscious thoughts. While others were studying in the library, she stared absently at the pages and daydreamed about disrobing and spreading her thighs. During the morning sermon, she gazed at Father Abbott and thought about all sorts of ways to seduce him. There was a cock underneath that robe – she could make it grow, make him shove it inside her…

Her walks in the forest grew more frequent, and she was getting into the habit of leaning against the mighty trees and fingering herself as she recalled lurid scenes of passion and wickedness from her dreams. A lumberjack almost caught her doing it yesterday; she barely managed to yank her hand out of her crotch as he strolled past her, carrying a bundle of logs. Maybe next time she wouldn’t bother; maybe she would just keep stroking herself, letting her robe fall open…

“Umm, Sister Kelethia?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ganden. My thoughts were elsewhere.”

“That’s all right. Should I keep reading?”

“Yes, please continue.”

Ganden was a handsome boy from Goldshire, not much younger than Kelethia. She had been teaching him to read, and it was slow going. While he stumbled over the words, her eyes kept drifting to the window and to the trees outside. Where was that lumberjack right now?

While the boy mumbled, she quietly slipped a hand inside her robe. Her nipple was as hard as she thought it would be, and it needed to be stroked. Her fingers went to work, gently probing her tit and rubbing it in little circles. The familiar warmth was spreading through her; she knew she would soon be wet.

She looked at the boy beside her. He could suck her nipples. She could ask him to do it. But that would be terribly wrong. She was a priestess of the abbey, and he was barely nineteen years old. How could she do such a thing? But the lust was stirring within her, getting stronger with each passing moment. She could do it; she could have him, and no one would know. Her fingers pinched her swelling nipple, softly tugging it.

He gave her a brief sideways glance, not daring to let his gaze linger. He tried to continue reading, but he was having much more difficulty than before. She reached toward his chin and gently turned his face toward her while she opened her robe. His eyes went right to her exposed breasts, and a crimson stain spread across his cheeks.

“How soon will your parents be home, Ganden?” she asked softly.

*****

She led him upstairs and told him to lie down on his parents’ bed.

“But…my own bed…”

She yalova escort shook her head and began to take his clothes off. He managed to stammer a few half-hearted protests, but she could feel the bulge in his pants. He would not be able to resist her.

His cock was beautiful. She kissed its tip, her tongue slithering around it, making him moan. He was completely in her power, and it was a delightful feeling. She covered his penis with her mouth, sucking it, tasting its hard, throbbing length. He was already so close; it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. She began to move her head up and down, her lips gliding along his glistening shaft, her tongue bathing it with saliva. He was moaning louder now, his fists grabbing the bedsheet – his parents’ bedsheet. She moved her head faster, sucking him, sucking him…

And like a young lion of Stormwind he roared, pumping burst after burst of hot cream into her mouth. She drank it all, savoring the taste of her first conquest, her eyes darting up at her helpless prey.

*****

When she visited him again the next day, he said that what they had done was wrong, and that he shouldn’t see her again. She simply took his hand and led him upstairs, to the bed that wasn’t his. He objected, of course, demanding that she leave at once. But his attitude changed when she slid out of her robe and lay naked on the bed, spreading her thighs. He stood there for a moment, and she smiled, idly stroking her nipples as she watched him struggle with temptation.

It wasn’t long before he pulled his trousers down. She laughed in delight as his cock squirmed inside her, filling her wet tunnel with delicious flesh. He fucked her as fast as he could, needing to feel that ecstasy again. She moaned as he savagely plunged in and out of her. Gone was the shy boy who stumbled over words; now he was a crazed animal, maddened by lust. He would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted. He stared hungrily at her bouncing breasts, fucking her faster and faster, grunting as his penis drilled her sopping cunt. And finally, that triumphant cry as he erupted inside her, filling her womb with his hot seed.

*****

On the third day, she walked into his cottage as if she owned it. She shrugged off her robe and crouched down on the soft bear rug beside the hearth, wiggling her ass at him. He fucked her, of course, right then and there, unable to resist such an invitation. His hard meat burrowed inside her, and she moaned loudly as the pumping began.

*****

She visited him again and again, and he grew more addicted to her with each orgasmic spasm. He would do anything for her, as long as she kept feeding him her wet hot sex.

A week after their yozgat escort first encounter, she lay on his parents’ bed, which had been dampened many times by their love juices. While his tongue lapped at her drooling twat, it occurred to her that she could get him to fuck other girls, too. Like Elanessa – beautiful, sweet Elanessa, her chief rival for advancement in the abbey’s sisterhood. If Elanessa got caught with this boy’s penis inside her – or even worse, if she became pregnant – she would be expelled from the sisterhood. That was a horrible thought – or was it?

Ganden began to lick her harder, and she moaned softly while pinching her erect nipples. Now that she had corrupted Ganden, she knew that he would eagerly fuck cute little Elanessa. The trouble was that Elanessa would never allow it. The girl was far too pure and righteous; she would never just spread her legs for the boy, even though Kelethia knew that she thought he was handsome.

The tongue at her crotch was working faster now. With a start, she realized that it wasn’t Ganden who was eating her; it was Drusilla! The raven-haired woman looked up at her and smiled for just a second before returning to her pussy feast. Kelethia moaned louder as the witch expertly prodded her swollen clit. Where was Ganden? Oh, she didn’t care…she was going to come! Drusilla’s tongue moved faster and faster, tracing quick, wet swirls on her swollen sex bud. Oh, it was too good! She was going to…

She grabbed the bedsheets, her hips bucking upward as she groaned and thrashed. And she suddenly knew, in that moment of blissful delirium, which herbs to gather, how to mix them together to make the fiercest sex drug ever known. With the right dose of it, Elanessa would happily fuck Sargeras himself…

“Sister Kelethia!”

Kelethia opened her eyes. “Yes, Elanessa?”

“You were doing it again.” The young priestess stood by the bed, frowning in the light of her candle.

Kelethia realized that her hand was on her crotch, and she could feel sex juice oozing from her pussy. There could be no doubt – Elanessa knew what she had been doing. She glanced up at Elanessa again and was surprised to see that she was blushing. Had she become excited by hearing Kelethia’s cries of lust? Had she been watching as Kelethia fingered herself during her wicked dreams?

She smiled. “I’m sorry, Elanessa. I don’t know why I keep having these dreams.”

“It’s okay,” said Elanessa. “But you should really get some sleep. You have to get up early if you’re going to help that Ganden boy with his reading again.”

“You’re right,” said Kelethia. “He’s been making great progress. In fact, I was wondering if you’d like to come with me tomorrow. I’d like to show you what we’ve been working on.”

Elanessa’s expression brightened. “Oh, I’d like that!”

“Excellent. Let’s start out after breakfast. I just want to gather a few flowers in the woods, and then we’ll go over there together.”

“I can’t wait!” Elanessa beamed, leaving the room.

“Nor can I,” said Kelethia, her fingers returning to her wet pussy.

To be continued…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Trixie wasn’t kidding.

I was woken in the early hours. The sky outside the dull pink it gets just before dawn. I had woken from a fantastic dream, where hundreds of women had been lining up to suck and worship my hard cock.

When I really did wake however, the reality wasn’t so different. I felt an incredible sensation coming from about my groin. I jerked up to a sitting position. Beneath the blankets a small figure was hard at work. I pulled the blankets back, revealing the head of the Pixie commander, so thoroughly attending to my cock her tongue might have been glued there. An adorable pair of eyes glanced up at me as I did so, but soon turned back to the task at hand.

I lay there, breathing heavily, as I neared another orgasm. I realised I was already hard. I must have gotten that way as I slept, or else it was Trixie’s work. For several more minutes the Pixie continued. Her tongue circled up and down and around my shaft with exquisite precision. Her other hand, I realised, was somewhere about her groin, rubbing away furiously. She was moaning so hard at times her tongue broke contact. It was as if my pleasure was automatically magnified in hers.

Eventually I came. The Pixie sucked eagerly, until I had no more to give. Her own moans ceasing for a while, she crawled back up the bed and hugged me again. Once more, I could feel her damp pussy against my thigh – was it ever not wet?

We dozed there for a while longer. As dawn came there could be heard the distant hammering of a drum from outside, from somewhere within the fort. Downstairs, I heard the sound of scores of people getting out of bed and readying for the days work. Trixie yawned, raising her hands over her head, giving me a beautiful view of her perky chest.

“I must go to work, Jason of the sky” she said, leaning up and giving me another peck on the cheek. “I will return soon, don’t worry, but stay up here.”

She waved about the room.

“If you tried to leave the garrison, you would not get far, but I would not even attempt that. There are three hundred girls at this post, and they are all thinking of you right now.”

I nodded at this, too nervous to say a word. My mouth had gone dry. With another affectionate peck on the cheek, Trixie dragged herself reluctantly out of the bed. She dressed in the skimpy outfit she had discarded the previous night – the dual strips of insubstantial cloth that seemed to pass as clothing around here, and padded out of the room.

I spent the rest of the day there, with only the limited view out the window to occupy me. After a while I ventured into the corridor outside. The floor seemed to be occupied with storage and a few other rooms. At the end I discovered a drop toilet, which I thereafter made use of. The conditions were hardly ideal, but I had camped in more primitive circumstances.

Otherwise, there was little to do. I sat in an undersized chair by the window. Pixies, all as scantily clad as the ones I had seen so far, were moving about on various activities. A number were doing sword drills, others were practising archery or tending to animals. I could smell cooking somewhere.

Around midday, Trixie returned. The same two pixies I had seen yesterday came in with another tray, before we dined. As soon as the meal was finished, we fucked again.

“Ahhh…just the right size” Trixie moaned, huddled in the bed naked with me once more. Somehow, I had successfully came again. I had lost count of the number of times in the last few days. Previously I would have thought it impossible, but something about my hosts was pushing me to superhuman limits. I could even feel it twinging again as Trixie stroked my chest hair with a tiny finger.

“May I ask some questions, Trixie?” I asked after a while, deciding to try my luck.

“You may” the pixie commander said after a moment “though I will be cautious in giving answers, Jason of the sky. I still am not sure from where you come from.”

“What is this place? This world?” I asked. “The other women, they referred to it as ‘Orgasmia’.

“You mean the Amazons?” said Trixie, making erzurum escort a face. “I would not trust their words.”

“But is that the name of the world?”

“Yes” Trixie said begrudgingly. “And you are on the borders of the Federated Pixie Tribes.”

“Where do the Amazons come from?”

“Amazonia, of course” Trixie said, as if this was obvious. “But there borders are forty days ride from here, at least.”

“Then how did that band get here?”

“Probably by ship” Trixie said. “They raid all the way along the southern coast, looking for slaves. Have you never seen a map?”

I shook my head.

Stopping only to give me another quick kiss – this time on the lips, Trixie crawled out of the bed. She rummaged through a nearby chest of draws which I had not dared to open yet. She returned with an old piece of paper, badly frayed in places. On it was a detailed map. It looked hand-drawn. Carefully, she laid it out on the table. I got up and went to look.

The map was dominated by a single, massive continent. Bays and peninsulas indented it at regular intervals. Mountain ranges and rivers stretched across its extent. Different regions were shaded in subtly different colors. I counted at least six different zones marked in this way. I sat down in the chair by the window. Trixie once again seated herself in my naked lap.

“Here we are” Trixie said, pointing at the most westerly portion of the continent. A region shaded a dull pink was surrounded by oceans on the north, west and south, with mountains forming a border with the rest of the lands to the east.

“There are six different realms” Trixie continued, pointing them out as she spoke. “Next to us is the Bustie Kingdom, our greatest ally, stretching between the Stony Mountains to the west and the Horny Rivers to the East.”

“The Horny Rivers?” I asked.

“Yes” Trixie said without hesitation. “I have known few who travelled that far, but apparently the women there are insatiable.”

I stared at her, she continued without interruption.

“Next to that is Amazonia. It is a wild place, filled with jungles and all sorts of deadly beasts – of which the Amazons are the most deadly of course. They are greedy, always raiding everyone else, stealing our men!”

She thumped a tiny fist on the table.

“It if not fair!” she said, turning to me and raising a gentle hand to my cheek. She seemed genuinely outraged. “Why should they get all the cock? When our cunts are just as wet!”

Her tiny ass was quivering in my lap. I shifted slightly in my seat, unable to think of anything coherent to say. Trixie turned back to face the map. With great effort, I did the same.

“Beyond Amazonia are the Elvish realms. They visit rarely, but we count them among our friends, especially in times of war. I have seen them, they are tall and fair and beautiful, and their metalworking and lovemaking is the finest in the world!”

Trixie paused for a moment, staring off into space, as if reminiscing. She finally returned to the map.

“Then you have the Great Mountains, and beyond…are the Dark Lands.”

The pixie shivered when she said this world. Doe-like eyes turned up to me, and her hands wrapped around her chest, as if the temperature in the humid room had suddenly plunged to freezing. Some force compelled me to do the same, holding her around the waist. She stopped shaking.

“The Amazons are bad, yes, but they are not the worst. Even they stand with us against the Dark Lands. There are said to be monsters there, we call them vixens, though I have never seen one. They are shapeshifters…demons, who hunger for cock more than any other creatures on Orgasmia. We do not normally speak of them.”

I nodded.

“Have they ever come to the west?”

“Oh yes” Trixie nodded. “It was just after the fall, three hundred years ago…but you do not know this?”

“Sorry, you must excuse my ignorance.”

“It was after the fall” Trixie went on. “The world collapsed, and people stopped coming from the sky. Of the men who were eskişehir escort already here, they were outnumbered by the women ten to one. At first the tribes did not know how to react, could we perhaps share the men? But then the Vixens struck first, coming from the East. They slaughtered all in their path, taking whatever men they could find. They got as far as the Great City of Kinky.”

She pointed on the map at the middle of the Bustie kingdom, where the three tributaries of the Horny Rivers met.

“But they were few in numbers, and the other tribes rallied. There were only thousands of them, but millions of us, especially us Pixies.”

“You are the most numerous of the tribes?”

“Yes, as we are the smallest. One Pixie could not take down an Amazon, it is true, but there are five Pixies for every Amazon, three for every Elf, and two for every Bustie. It is how the world was balanced.”

“So there are Pixies, Busties, Amazons, Elves and Vixens. You have named five tribes, but what is the sixth?” I asked.

“The men” Trixie said, pointed at a narrow peninsula on the north of the continent. “In the time when visitors came from the sky, most were males, but one or two in ten were females. To serve them, men were created on Orgasmia.”

Trixie smiled again, thinking of old memories.

“They are gorgeous, coveted across Orgasmia. Most of them are huge, bigger even then you, Jason of the sky, with giant muscles and cocks and they can fuck all day, even keeping up with a woman!”

Trixie left soon after that, putting the map in the draw and giving my cock a final affectionate kiss before walking out the door. I sat by the window, contemplated all I had heard. So I had been right, the legends were true. Pleasure Franchises had gone and created that lost world, populated by millions of horny nymphites, before someone – some puritanical force, appeared to have come along and sabotaged it, then sealed it off forever.

And now they were running amok, I he was stuck here.

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

Trxie had been gone a few hours when I heard a noise in the corridor outside. It was mid-afternoon, and I had been dozing in Trixie’s bed. As I woke, the door of the room was flung open, revealing several figures.

There were six of them in total – all of them pixie warriors. I did not recognise all, but I would not forget the pixie who had threatened to castrate me yesterday. Lickie stood at the front of the group, her bubblegum-gren hair instantly recognisable. Two others were the pair who had been delivering my meals since my arrival.

I froze where I was, realising this meant more trouble. The pixies hurried into the room, closing the door behind them. All were looking at me with eager faces. Lickie piped up first.

“Hello Jason, are you enjoying your stay?”

Unsure how to respond, I simply nodded.

“He’s shy” one of the other pixies said. “But don’t be, we’re not going to hurt you.”

“We’ve been thinking about you” another one said. “I could hardly sleep last night, dreaming of your hard cock!”

The other pixies giggled. Lickie took a step forward, until she was beside the bed.

“Strip off!” she demanded, pointing at me.

For a moment I hesitated. On one level this was absurd – here I was, trapped by a group of tiny, adorably cute women all somewhere between four and five feet in height. They were however, looking at me with ravenous faces, and carrying an assortment of rather nasty looking knives.

“Ok” I said, peeling back the covers. Underneath were the same T-shirt and shorts I had been wearing when I landed. The Pixies had taken the rest of my gear, stored somewhere in the fort. I wondered at that point where my sidearm had got too. If it was really the only gun on the entire planet…?

It was no use to me now however. I pulled myself out of the bed, standing to my full height. I had to stoop slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling. The pixies looked excited.

“Strip!” Licke repeated, pointing her knife at me.

I gaziantep escort nodded again. I did so slowly. I reached down and pulled off the shirt. I had always paid attention to fitness, and a lifetime of regular gym workouts had given me well defined muscles. The pixies looked me up and down, their faces increasingly wild.

Slowly, I reached down for my shorts. For the moment leaving my underwear, I pulled them down about my ankles, then stepped up and kicked them away. I stood there in my jocks, surrounded by six horny pixies. Despite myself, the looks on their faces were making me hard. The pixies seemed to notice too, all of them were staring in rapt attention at my navel. Had they even seen a penis before?

Slower than ever, I put my fingers in my underwear, then slowly pulled them down. My dick sprang free, pointing into the air. All eyes were glued to it. Several of the pixies let out a squeal of what was recognisably delight.

Knives clattered to the floor, forgotten, as they all advanced on my naked body. I raised my arms to defend myself, backing into a corner, but they would not be deterred.

Hands grabbed me everywhere. I felt lips on my cock. The green hair gave Lickie away. The other pixies were reaching for any part of me they could find. Hands ran down my arms and legs, across by chest and bottom. Their movements were clumsy, almost like inexperienced teenagers. I started to truly wonder – had they never been with a man before? Were we that rare a commodity here?

The mass of pixies soon pushed me back onto the bed. I lay down, Lickie’s lips never far from my cock. Others were kissing me all over, often with one hand about their own crotch, masturbating furiously. Strips of clothing were falling to the floor. The bed groaned under the weight of the mass orgy, with me in the centre, half-terrified, half-immensely pleased with myself. Did I truly have such a strong affect on these women?

Moans were turning to screams. I realised the pixies were already cumming, though I was still on round one. Lickie was sucking on me desperately, like someone drowning of thirst. I was close though, and soon blew my loud into her mouth.

She sucked at my cock greedily. The other pixies closed in like sharks sniffing blood. One of them tried to bat Lickie away. Lickie retaliated in kind. The two pixies had soon throw each other off the bed, grappling on the floor and screaming. The others moved in without a second thought, another set of lips closing in on my pole. I started to get seriously worried by this. What if one of them reached for a knife again?

It was upon this scene however, in the midst of this half-fight half-orgy, that the door flung open again.

Trixie was standing there, leading another platoon of Pixies. She looked furious.

There was screaming. The other pixies entered the room, grabbing those already there and leading them away. I lay on the bed, naked, cum still dribbling from my cock. After a while the room emptied, the screams receding into the distance, and Trixie came back. She was looking at me with a curious expression. I wasn’t sure whether she might shout or cry.

She stepped into the room, then sat at the end of the bed, looking me up and down.

“Did they hurt you – Jason?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Shouldn’t she be mad? Had I resisted as much as I should have? Did she not realise the experience was almost as terrifying as it was thrilling?

“Are you alright?” she asked again, reaching for me. A gentle handed caressed my waist.

“Yes” I said uneasily. “Yes, I think I’m ok.”

Trixie crawled across the bed, looking at me like a mother at her son who had just fallen and scraped his knee. She held me tightly around the shoulders. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

“I should not have left you!” she cried, sobbing heavily. “I knew this might happen, but the guards I left betrayed me as well! I knew this might happen! They’re young, half of them have never been with a man before!”

She crawled over until she was hugging me again. I returned the embrace, completely at a loss of what to say. Finally, Trixie pulled back, her face streaked with tears that made her look, if it was all possible, even cuter.

“They will pay, but I must get you out of here Jason, back to somewhere safe. There are too many lonely, horny warriors around here! I will escort you to Pixmorr tomorrow, we can decide what happens to you there.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

She found herself on her knees in a low sandy floored corridor. The walls were of a pale pinkish stone, which glowed like flesh, even in the dim light. It was not dank or damp as she had expected…but quite pleasantly warm and only mildly humid. There was a slight, warm breeze, teasing the loose locks of her long dark wavy hair. It came from before her, and smelled faintly of the sea…with an undertone of some pungent, animal scent. There was blank stone behind her.

She looked up as the grated hatch was dragged across the opening and barred from above. She had been dropped bodily through it, held by two huge men from the arms and let fall. It hadn’t been so great a distance that she had hurt herself, but the impact had brought her tumbling to her knees, and winded her badly. Only now did the fear begin to creep in…How had she ended up in this place, how was she going to survive it, how was she going to get out?

Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when the warm stillness was broken by a distant bellow, like an animal in pain…or hunger. The sound came again…low and drawn out. Then faded away to nothing. It had come from somewhere in front of her, down the long tunnel that seemed to curve off into the dimness.

She gathered herself and scrambled to her feet. Dusting off her long draped gown, sleeveless with gathers beneath her full breasts and a deeply plunging neckline. It was made from thick spun raw silk. Samite…dyed a lustrous blue. A sacrificial gown.

At any other time she would have been pleased by the way it enhanced her voluptuous figure, showing off the pale sheen of her white flesh, clinging to the curves of her breasts and thighs. On her feet were thin leather sandals, tied up her legs with soft thongs. No good for a trek, but they provided some protection from the soft sand. She looked around her.

Cast off to one side was a leather flask full of water that one of the burly guards had thrown in after her, and a small hessian sack with some food and her personal belongings, a comb, and a cloak. She bundled the sack and stuffed it under one arm, then began to walk determinedly down the tunnel. The ceiling was barely half a metre above her head. As she walked she realised that the tunnel was not completely silent. There was a sound, barely audible, like a pulse…a giant heart beating, and then the slight susurrus of the warm breeze passing her in the tunnel.

As she walked further down the tunnel, turning as it turned…the pulse became louder, more pronounced. Though still muffled, she felt it was leading her to something. Then abruptly, the tunnel ended, and branched. To the left, it curved down wards, into darkness. To the right it seemed to extend along the same elevation, but was lighter. The sound was louder from that direction as well. So she turned right.

She began to feel a strain in her calves and thighs and realised that in fact the tunnel was edging upwards lightly, and then down again…Light flooded her sight, and she stopped, and blinked.

She was gazing out across the great expanse of the blue Mediterranean Sea. And it was sunset. She was facing west…she stood in the opening of the tunnel directly onto a cliff face. A few metres in front of her was a sheer drop to jagged rocks where the surf was pounding regularly…this was the rhythmic heart beat she had been hearing, the sound of the surf crashing against the rock. She arched her neck, to either side and above was clear cliff face, smooth rock. This was no way out. And the sun was going down. Soon she would be lost in these tunnels, in darkness…alone. With whatever that creature was making the noise. She thought briefly of staying where she was. In the fresh air, within sight of possible freedom…but also exposed. At least it was warm now, but night would bring a chill breeze. Summer was drawing to a close, and autumn was on its way. She took the opportunity of relieving herself in the sand and then sweeping the resulting mess off the edge of the cliff. It would not do to go down into the darkness with a full bladder and bowel distracting her.

Finally she took a deep breath, turned her back to the settling sun, and started back down the tunnel. As she stepped into the down wards sloping tunnel, she knew that she was stepping into the Labyrinth…from which no one had ever re-emerged.

A few minutes into the tunnel, as the light was fading…she heard the animal again. Logically she knew it must be the rumoured monster of the Labyrinth, half man and half beast, but instinctively she felt sorry for it. It was such a mournful, lonely sound. Perversely, she was going towards it. She was almost curious as to what she would find.

The tunnel branched, and branched again. She chose arbitrarily, still with some dim light to show her the outlines of the sides. But then the light faded so completely that she was plunged in darkness. She began to walk with one hand trailing against the sandy rough rock. Her left hand. She held her right out slightly in front of her. Feeling tekirdağ escort for changes in the air. The faint pulse of the sea had muted with distance, and her own breathing sounded very loud in her head. She became lost in the pattern of her own life moving in and out of her body. The evenness of the floor reduced the distractions of her movement, and she walked steadily down the tunnel without interruption, and without realising that she had followed the curve of the tunnel past several more branching tunnels, taking her ever deeper into the labyrinth.

Once or twice she was startled by a slight sound, a movement in the tunnel, she stopped, and her breath caught, and then sighed in relief when she recognised the slight sounds of some vermin, a rat or a mouse.

And eon in, but probably only about 10 minutes of walking, she heard the bellow again. It was very close…she stopped. Her heart was thudding…but was it fear, or excitement? She was tired now, weary from the confusion and terror of the day. Abruptly she wanted to stop, to sleep, to make it all go away and wake up in her own bed in her brother’s house…away from the politics and the scheming that had brought her to this place.

She should have just agreed to marry that filthy old reprobate, the Archons aide. Let him run his gnarled claws over her body and use her as he wished. At least she would have known what to expect, would have had access to wealth and comfort and food. Her brother would have protected her from the worst of it, and the bastard would have probably dropped off in a few years. But he also had a reputation for cruelty to his previous young wives. And there were rumours that the last one, sweet Persephone, had not really committed suicide at all, at least not on purpose. No, she shook her head at herself, she had volunteered for the alternative, to the shocked response of the assembly. Marriage to Achres or sacrifice to the Minotaur. Her brother had been furious, Achres had been practically apoplectic. They had not really expected she would call their bluff.

Unexpectedly she began to cry, tears trickling unchecked down her cheeks. She was tired, she was footsore, and she was terrified. She was also hungry and thirsty. She fumbled for the water skin tied at her waist and took a couple of long swallows. Then she hefted it in her hand….barely enough to last her another day. If she were to survive down here, she would need to find a spring or something. That’s if the Minotaur, or something else, didn’t get her first.

Suddenly she realised the significance of the opening in the cliff…it WAS a way out, but a way out by suicide. She wondered idly whose bones she had brushed her wastes down onto. And shivered. It was somewhat cooler now in the cave, but still not as cold as she expected. Nevertheless she pulled out her cloak, and swathed herself in its warm woollen folds, then started out again down the tunnel, continuing left.

Even though it was pitch black, she had kept her eyes wide open, so it was that she astonished herself when she realised that there was a light ahead of her, steadily getting brighter. She paused, and then went ahead at a reduced pace. Reassured now by the roughness of the stone beneath her fingers.

She could hear a snuffling noise. Like something eating…she came to an opening, there was a faint luminous glow spilling out, and she peered around it. And saw the Minotaur for the first time.

He had his back to her, and he was huge. With the body of a wrestler, smooth rippling, bulging black muscle, he was at least two metres tall- seemingly entirely human, until you saw his head. She could only see the back of it but it was shaggy, covered in a thick black hair, with two curling horns jutting out either side above the long pointed ears.

Inadvertently she gasped. And instantly cursed herself. The Minotaur stopped whatever he was doing and cocked his head; he turned on what she now saw were giant cloven hooves, and peered around into the darkness where she was crouching. She recoiled in shock. He had a face like a bull, with a long bovine jaw and fur over his face. Both of his eyes were set at the front, but looked curious rather than angry or aggressive. He made a funny whuffling noise, of enquiry she thought.

In his large human hands he grasped what he had been eating, she was expecting some gory chunk of meat from Zeus knows what source, but instead she realised that he was gnawing on a long corn cob. So, she may as well get it over with. She stood up straight and stepped into the room, for that’s what it was. The light was coming from a hearth against one wall, with a chimney drawing away the smoke to one side. It was a warm room, not too stuffy, with an alcove against one wall that appeared to be a sleeping shelf, scattered with what looked like rugs and furs. Off to her right there was another opening in the wall, and she could feel a cooler night breeze. She wondered if there was another tokat escort opening to the cliff face there.

The Minotaur stood standing with his mouth slightly open, staring at her. He put the corn cob down on a low stone table, and brushed his hand off, then strode towards her suddenly, reaching out one of his large powerful hands and grabbing her hand, she shrieked and he dropped it as if burned. Taking a step back and making a noise in his throat as if in apology. She swallowed.

“Hello…do you, can you, talk?” He shook his head at her mournfully, then opened his mouth and pointed to his long tongue. “NNNnah tlk”

“Oh” She considered, “but you do understand me?'” He nodded affirmative.

“Oh.” She hadn’t really expected the beast to be intelligent…What should she say to him? Hi I’m your not quite virgin sacrifice? I have been sent for your ravishment? For your dinner?

Dinner, damn. “I’m Calliope, and please…I am terribly hungry.” Right on cue, her tummy made a peculiar gurgling noise, and she had to giggle. The Minotaur’s liquid brown eyes, very human eyes really, widened in surprise, and he made a choking noise…laughter, damn, he was laughing! Calliope began to laugh too…and then everything went swirly and dark, and she fainted dead away.

The heartbeat was loud in her ears, she could feel it through the soft fur under her ear…it crashed and crashed…she was caught up in its warm embrace, the rush of the sea in her veins. Coursing through her, heating her flesh, making her tingle and swell with life…

But it wasn’t the sea; it was a real heart beat. She was being cradled in the arms, the warm, human arms, of the Minotaur. Slowly she opened her eyes, the musky animal scent of him filled her senses…Her hand rested against his broad chest, she could feel his chest rising and falling with his breath. He was looking down at her, but his weird features meant that she couldn’t quite define the expression he wore, was it curiosity, or something more…intimate? Something flipped over inside her, and she grew very warm…could it be that this creature was attracted to her? It was unthinkable!!! Or was it.

He patted her slightly, then left her side and pulled one of the furs over her reclined form, smoothing it over her protectively. Then he heaved himself off the sleeping platform and went back to the hearth. He returned a few minutes later with some fruit and bread and cheese on a platter, and offered it to her… Carefully she raised herself on her elbow, letting the fur slip away slightly, and reached out to grasp a piece of melon. As she placed it in her mouth, biting the sweet flesh with her small neat teeth, she realised that the beast was staring at her cleavage with strange intensity. He saw her notice and quickly turned away, but not before she glimpsed what his barely there loin cloth was attempting to hide….

Suddenly her hunger had vanished, though she continued to chew mechanically, but in total shock…well, there was something you don’t see every day!

Of course the legends surrounding the Minotaur were numerous. The accepted story was that he was the son of the great god Zeus and a beautiful black slave. The slave used to tend the cattle of her master, and Zeus had been so taken by the way she cared for the beasts, that he had become enamored of her, and had transformed himself into a huge black bull. He would come to the paddock at night and would wait for her to come and check on her charges, and she would talk to him and feed him sweet grass by hand. His intention was to transform into a man and seduce her, but one night he became so inflamed with lust, that he mounted her in his bull form, and impregnated her…and the result that some nine months later, the fruit of this union was born, half man and half beast. Hera had discovered her husband’s indiscretion, and had interceded decreeing that he and his mother were banished into the Labyrinth beneath the city of Minos for all time.

Of course Calliope had been told that such a creature was an evil abomination, but to kill him would have been to anger Zeus, and so he was kept prisoner, yet fed and given gifts of beautiful virgins to placate his terrible hunger and lust.

Of course Calliope had thought all of this was just a story made up to scare young women into doing what they were told.The women of Minos had always been warned, that if they were not good girls, and did what their families told them, that once every 10 years, a woman would be sacrificed to the Minotaur. So of course, it was rebellious young Calliope who had tested the legend, and this was her fate.But then Calliope was far more rebellious than they had even imagined. Had they really thought that a woman of 5 and 20 would moulder for years in her brother’s house waiting to be married off to some rich sycophant, without trying herself the wonders of the flesh? Calliope was no virgin, there was no way she was going to submit to her fate quietly.

And trabzon escort now, she wondered if some of the legend had maybe been…underestimated? She started to chuckle to herself, very quietly, and continued to eat her melon, as the suddenly bashful beast pretended to busy himself at some task near the hearth. She rearranged herself on the rugs, letting the cover fall even more.

Finally the beast turned, with his eyes downcast and brought her a mug of wine, in his strange prancing walk…caused by the hooves that were his feet. She reached out with a slender arm and took it…”Thank you” She breathed, “you have been most kind.”

If a black hairy beast from the pits of Hades could blush, then that what he did. And provoked another response too, well she had not been imagining it the first time, from his nether region raised an erection so prodigiously huge, she almost choked on the wine he had just handed her. The member was black as night, and veins like thick ropes twined around it. The head was almost as large as her own clenched fist!

Almost immediately she felt faint again, but at the same time instantly became aroused. Her nipples hardened and she became aware that her pussy was tingling and awash with juices.

“Oh my…” She swallowed. “Well that is a very…large, member.” She sat up completely, almost unable to take her eyes from it. He too seemed frozen in place, staring at her.

Hesitantly, he came forward. The massive cock bobbing with his prancing step. He was at the edge of the platform; he reached out one huge hand and lightly caressed her head and face. His hand was so warm; she rested her cheek against it. Breathing in deeply and closing her eyes. He moved closer, perching on the edge of the platform, his other hand slid down the front of her robe, cupping one of her large breasts in his huge hand. She was quivering in excitement. She raised her own hands. Resting them on his abdomen, hard and rippling with muscle. She felt it contract. His cock was right before her face now, a pearly drop of precum was shimmering on the end…she stuck out her tongue and slid it gently along the underside of the frenulum and over the tip, the drop shimmered on her own tongue as she looked up into his bovine face. And she swallowed.

He whuffled, both his hands now moved to her shoulders, very gently, he caressed her. She would not have thought such a beast capable of such tenderness. She brought her hands together as if in prayer, and gathered the shaft of his cock between them, clasping him firmly, as she took another long lick. She was so slick now; she could feel her thighs sliding together as if she had just been given a bath in oil. Barely was she able to engulf the head of his massive cock in her hot red mouth. Sweet, he tasted sweet, like tea with honey. Like grass after rain.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, drinking in his taste, his smell. His breathing was beginning to sound like a blacksmiths forge bellows. Deep and forceful. She grasped the base of his cock and ran her tongue up its length again.

His hands were on her head now, his fingers tangled in her dark locks. She looked up at him and wondered. His head was thrown back, all his muscles were taut and quivering…she bent back to her task, her forehead brushed against his belly, and it was like a drum skin, vibrating with tense anticipation. Such power, such restraint, such gentleness.

Again she took the head of his cock into her mouth, and then slid forward; so that her legs were dangling over the edge of the platform…She shrugged off the top of her dress, letting her creamy full breasts hang free. The nipples were as hard and erect as they could get, she gathered them herself and rested the shaft of the Minotaur’s cock between them, cradling it there, and continued to run her tongue lightly over the head. He reached down to caress her breasts; almost reverently she thought…then took his cue and squeezed them together around his own cock.

He moved very slightly, just enough for friction, and pincered her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand… She almost melted, she loved having her nipples treated so. She felt him catch his breath and raised her head and arched back as his climax come suddenly….he bellowed…not the mournful sound she had heard down the tunnel, but one of true triumph and ecstasy, as thick gobs of cream began to pulse out of his cock, spilling over her shoulders and neck and her breasts. She laughed as he came, sharing his climax, even without having touched herself. She threw herself back onto the furs, as he lowered himself down beside her. His animal face was buried in her bosom.

They breathed together for some time, and at first she thought he had gone to sleep, then she felt something wet and warm on her breast…he was licking her, licking at her with his long bovine tongue. Licking her clean of his own creamy cum. The spattered drops and great gobs over her breasts and neck. It felt delicious. His tongue was slightly rough and muscular. Hot and wet. He swirled it around her nipples, then took one into his mouth, suckling it almost painfully. A little electric shock went through her and she felt her cunt contract. She arched her back so that he could get to it more easily. She gasped in pleasure, and he turned his attention to the other one.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Author’s notes:

I realize chapter one was way too fast. Hopefully this one’s a little better. You’ll notice I had to change the M.C.’s name about halfway through this chapter. You’ll also notice this chapter is mostly devoted to character development. If you can get through it, there is a short sex scene near the end.

To my CG fans; yes I am working on chapter 08 and hope to post it fairly soon.

Your votes and comments, good or bad, are ALWAYS appreciated. Bob

*************

Banba and Aileen were sitting in their hotel room after enjoying a late dinner of fish and chips when a knock came on the door. When Aileen opened the door, they were surprised to see Officer Crowley.

“May I come in? I have a message for Lady Banba.”

Banba replied, “sure, come on in. what can I do for you Officer Crowley?”

“Well first of all I’m off duty. So please call me Kelli. I have a message from your father. He called the station earlier insisting we find you and check on your welfare. I happened to be in the dispatch room when he called. I took the call and spoke to him myself. I explained that I had seen you myself this afternoon and you were perfectly fine. He asked where you were staying. I told him our privacy laws wouldn’t allow me to give him that information. He got a bit rude with me and I told him the best I could do was give you a message. You are an adult and have every right to go ‘missing’ if you choose to do so. He demanded I tell you to call him.”

“Oh my god! He called the police because I forgot to call him? I’m sooo sorry Kelli, my dad can be such a jerk sometimes. Would you like a drink? We have some Chardonnay as well as a fully stocked mini bar.”

“Sure why not? I don’t have to work tomorrow. A glass of Chardonnay sounds great right about now.”

Aileen poured Kelli a glass of wine as Banba said, “have a seat. I’ll call my dad then we can talk for a while.”

Banba called her father’s cell phone. As soon as he answered, he started screaming in her ear. She listened for a few minutes then said, “dad, you’re drunk. I’m not gonna talk to you when you’re like this.” She hung up the phone. He called right back screaming in her ear again. Banba hung up a second time. She dialed her mother’s cell phone.

“Hi mom. I know I should have called sooner but I’ve been really busy. I haven’t had the time. I just got back from Aunt Brianna’s and I’m beat. I probably would’ve forgotten again, but daddy called the police to remind me. I’m sorry I hung up on him mom, but he’s drunk and I’m not in the mood to deal with it right now.”

Banba could hear hear her father screaming in the background. “Tell that little bitch I’m not putting up with her shit! She wants to be an adult? She can find herself another place to live when she gets back!”

Erin said, “Banba sweetie, call me back in an hour. I have a few things to straighten out with your father!” She hung up before Banba could say another word.

Banba’s cell had been on speaker the whole time. Kelli said, “Lady Banba, I would suggest you call the local police to check on your mother. Your father sounds pretty drunk and in my experience, these things don’t usually end very well.”

Banba replied, “I can do better than that Kelli.” She dialed a number on her cell. “Hi Uncle Pete.”

“Hey there Banba. How’s my favorite niece? I thought you were in Ireland on your pilgrimage.”

“I’m, your ONLY niece Uncle Pete. I’m still in Ireland. Look Uncle Pete daddy’s really drunk and I’m worried about mom. Can you go check on her for me?” She explained everything that happened.

“You were right to call me Pumpkin. There’s a squad car on the way there now and I’m right behind them. I’ll let you know if anything’s wrong.”

“Thanks Uncle Pete.”

Banba looked at Kelli. “My uncle is the chief of police. He’ll make sure my mother’s okay.”

*************

Erin got up off the sofa. She went to the bedroom, put two suitcases on the bed. She grabbed the .25 caliber semi-automatic pistol out of the locked box she kept in her closet. Then went to the kitchen sitting with her back to the wall the table between her and the doorway.

“Bill, there’s two suitcases on the bed. YOU can pack your shit and get out of my house!”

“Fuck you bitch! I’m not going anywhere!”

He grabbed a hunting knife out of the display case in the living room and staggered into the kitchen waving it around . “You ain’t kicking me out of this fucking house.”

Erin raised her pistol looking Bill in the eye. “Wanna bet your life on that Bill?”

Bill’s eyes widened with surprise. “You better put that thing down before I take it and shove it up your ass.”

He took a step forward and Erin fired a shot into the floor by his feet.

“Next one is a double tap center mass,”she said calmly.

At that instant the front door burst open and Erin’s brother Pete came rushing in followed by two other officers.

Erin breathed a sigh of relief setting düzce escort the pistol on the table and her hands behind her head.

“Drop the fucking knife Bill,” Pete snapped.

Bill dropped the hunting knife “YOU SET ME UP YOU BITCH,” he yelled.

“I didn’t call Pete. But you’re lucky he showed up when he did,” Erin said with a grim smile.

Pete picked up the pistol. “I have to take this for now, sorry sis.”

“It’s okay Pete, I understand you have a job to do,” Erin replied.

Pete turned to the other officers. “Tom this piece of shit is under arrest, read him his rights and get him in cuffs. Sue, you take Erin’s statement while Ton and I walk this animal out to the squad car.”

Bill looked at Pete and gave a drunken laugh. “You ‘restin me?” he slurred. “lotta good THAT’S gonna do ya! I’ll be out in an hour.”

He looked at Erin. “This ain’t over yet yet bitch, not by a long shot! When I get out, I’m gonna cut that fucking dress off your backstabbing ass and fuck you silly before I cut you up.”

It was all Pete and his officers could do to control their rage. As Pete and Tom were walking Bill out the front door, Tom’s foot ‘accidentally’ slipped in front of Bill’s causing Bill to fall face first onto the cement sidewalk breaking his nose.

Bill looked up at Tom. “You motherfucker, you did that on purpose!”

Pete snapped, “it’s not our fault you’re so damn drunk you can’t walk straight.” He looked at Tom. “Call the damn bus and take him to the ER. I don’t want him getting blood all over the squad. I’ll have Sue meet you there when she’s finished here. Oh, and you might as well have them do a BAC(blood alcohol count) and a drug test while you’ve got him there.”

“You got it boss.”

At that moment, Sue appeared in the doorway. “She’s not a collar boss. It’s a clear case of self-defense. She could have dropped him right where he stood. He’s lucky she didn’t.”

“Thanks Sue. I figured as much. But I wanted someone else to make that determination. I don’t want this asshole getting off on some stupid technicality. It’s bad enough he already fell flat on his face and broke his damn nose.”

“So I see. Look boss, after everything we heard in there, I think she needs an order of protection. Do you want me to take care of it for you?”

“That’s a good idea Sue. But see if you can get Judge Kramer to give her a thirty day TRO (temporary restraining order) instead of the usual seventy two hours. Erin’s gonna need some time to think things through. You can serve the TRO to the asshole when you pick him and Tom up from the hospital.”

Pete went back inside. He hugged Erin then tried to give her back the pistol. “No, hold on to it for me for now. Okay Pete?”

“Erin, you heard what he said. You’re gonna need it if he comes back. Sue’s gone to get you a temporary restraining order. But you know as well as I do, that’s just a piece of paper. It won’t stop him from hurting you if he decides to.”

“He’s not gonna gonna get that chance Pete. There’s already someone on the way to repair the front door and change the locks courtesy of the alarm company mom uses for the business. It’s still all in her name so Bill no longer has a job. All his company credit cards are being canceled. He has no access to any company funds or property. The only car he has access to is mine and I want you to store that at your house. This isn’t something that just came up out of the blue Pete. Something’s been going on with Bill for almost a year now. It started when he fired Margo and gave some cute little twenty something the job. I think he’s fucking the little bitch because he hasn’t touched me since he hired her.

“‘I talked to mom about it a while back. She ordered a full audit of the company books. Bill found out about it somehow. That’s what set him off today. Once the house is secured, I’m getting on the first available plane to Ireland. I’ll stay with Aunt Brianna until Bill’s trial. Then I’ll figure out where I need to go from there.”

Pete looked at Erin with admiration. “You’ve had this all planned out for a while. Haven’t you sis?”

“Yeah, I have big brother. Your little sister’s not dumb. I knew Bill would flip out when he found out mom was auditing the books. Why do you think I had you teach me how to use that damn pistol?”

Pete shook his head with a grin. “I wondered about that. But you never would tell me why you wanted to learn so bad. That reminds me, why didn’t you just drop him when he came at you with that knife?”

“If it came down to that, I would have. But I know my daughter. I knew the second I hung up on her, the first thing she’d do is call her Uncle Pete. I also knew there’s no way my big brother would leave me in any situation that was even remotely dangerous. All I had to do was hold him off until you got here.”

“Erin, you’re my little sister. I love you to death. But that was one hell of a leap of faith. So many things edirne escort could’ve gone wrong.”

“You’re forgetting something big brother. The goddess ALWAYS takes care of her own! I was never really in any danger!”

“You’re right. You know, I still thank the goddess for her gifts every morning before work and every night before bed. The funny thing is, my wife does the same thing. Every morning she asks the goddess to keep me safe and every night she thanks the goddess for doing so.”

Erin smiled. “I told you when you first introduced us that Sally was a keeper Pete.”

Pete noticed his cell phone was vibrating. “Speaking of Sally… Hi honey.”

“Hi babe. Are you still at Erin’s?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s been one hell of a night hon.” Pete went on to explain everything that happened.

“OH MY GOD! I’m on my way! But will one of you PLEASE call Banba. She’s been calling you two for more than an hour. I swear that poor girl’s gonna have a stroke.”

“Honey, calm down. Erin’s fine…”

Sally interrupted Pete. “I’ll talk to you when I get there! Just call Banba and let her know her mom’s okay.” Sally hung up before Pete could say another word.

Pete looked at Erin. “Sally’s on her way here. I couldn’t stop her. But you need to call Banba. The poor girl’s in a panic.”

Erin noticed her cell phone wasn’t on the table. She spotted it laying on the floor, the back off and the battery laying next to it. “Shit, I must have knocked it off the table during all that chaos! I hope it still works!”

She put it back together then turned it on. Luckily nothing seemed to be damaged.

When she turned it on, there was more than a dozen missed calls from Banba. She hit the talk button twice. Banba picked up on the first ring.

“Mom! Thank the goddess! Are you okay? What the hell’s going on? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Calm down sweetie! I’m fine. But it’s been a rough night. I accidentally dropped my phone in the middle of it all. I just now realized it.” She went on to explain everything that happened.

“Is Uncle Pete still there with you?”

“Yeah he’s still here sweetie.”

“Good, I’ll be on the next plane home. Ask him to stay with you until I get there.”

“NO! Banba sweetie, listen to me please! You can’t give up your pilgrimage! I’m coming there instead. I’ve already made arrangements to stay with Aunt Brianna for a while. Uncle Pete and I are just waiting for the front door to get fixed then I’m on the next plane out of here. I even have a visitor’s visa that’s good for the next six months. Uncle Pete’s not letting me out of his sight until I get on the plane and Aunt Sally’s on her way here right now. Besides, it’s Friday. Your father’s gonna be locked up at least until Monday. I promise you, I’ll be on a plane long before that.”

“Okay mom, I can live with that. But what about the sperm donor that helped create me? What happens to him now?”

“Banba! Honey don’t talk about him like that! No matter what he’s done, he’s still your father! I don’t know what’s gonna happen to him. That’s up to the courts now sweetie.”

“I’m sorry mom, but he stopped being my father the minute he threatened your life. On top of that, he cheated on you! I don’t want anything to do with him ever again. As far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t exist anymore!”

“I understand how you feel sweetie, I really do, but life’s too short to waste time on emotions like anger and hatred.”

“I’m not angry mom, and I certainly don’t hate him. As a matter of fact, I feel…nothing for him. No anger, no hatred, no love, no respect, no nothing. I care more about the dust in the air than I do about him. So let’s talk about something I DO care about. Promise me you’ll call me with your flight information. Aileen and I will pick you up at the airport and drive you to Aunt Brianna’s.”

“Okay sweetie, I promise I’ll call you as soon as I know my itinerary. But I’ve got to go for now. Aunt Sally’s here now and so is the crew that’s gonna fix the front door.”

“Okay mom I love you. Tell Uncle Pete and Aunt Sally I love them and thank them for being there for you for me.”

“I will. I love you too baby.”

Erin smiled. “Banba says she loves you both and to thank you both for being here for me.”

Sally hugged Erin. “Banba’s growing up to be quite an amazing young lady. But what about you? How are you doing?”

Erin sighed deeply. “Not as bad as you’d expect given the situation. I saw all this coming a while back. I’ve had some time to prepare myself mentally but it’s still a bit of a shock. I have a bad feeling about all of this. I think there’s more going on than just Bill fucking some little bimbo. I mean he REALLY freaked when he found out mom was having the company books audited. I don’t know if he’s skimming or what but something’s definitely going on there.”

Pete replied, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right elazığ escort now my only concern is making sure you and Banba are safe until we sort this whole mess out.

“I need you to leave me your house keys when they’re finished changing the locks. While you were talking to Banba, I ordered an alarm system with a direct tie in to the station. If it ever goes off, there will be a squad car here in seconds. It’ll be installed first thing Monday morning. I’ll cover the install costs and the monthly bill, at least until you get back.”

“You’re not taking any chances at all. Are you? You really think I’m in that much danger from him Pete?”

Hell no, I’m not taking any chances! Like you said Erin, something more’s going on here. Until I know exactly what that is, I want you and Banba out of his reach. I have no idea how dangerous this situation is right now and I DON’T like that feeling one bit! You’re my little sister, Banba is my niece, I love you both dearly. I don’t care what it costs or what I have to do to keep the two of you safe.”

Erin hugged Pete kissing his cheek. “I love you too big brother. I want to thank you both for being here for me, it really means a lot to me.”

It took a little more than an hour for the repair crew to secure the house. Erin made her flight arrangements then called Banba.

“Hi sweetie, everything’s all set. I’ll be landing at Cork international at about six thirty in the morning.”

“Okay mom, we’ll be there. Tell Uncle Pete not to worry. My friend Kelli Crowley is a police officer and she’s gonna give us a police escort right to Aunt Brianna’s house.”

Erin laughed. “I’ll tell him sweetie. I’m sure he’ll love THAT idea.”

Erin hung up the phone turning to Pete. “Banba says not to worry. I’m gonna get a police escort to Aunt Brianna’s.”

“How on Earth did she manage that one?” he laughed.

“Evidently she has a friend on the local police force.”

Pete shook his head grinning. “That young lady never ceases to amaze me.”

********

After she hung up with her mother Banba turned to Kelli. “You don’t mind escorting us do you?”

Kelli smiled. “Of course not. I’m at your service M’lady. Is it okay if I spend the night here? It’ll be easier that way.”

“You’re right that would be a lot easier.”

“Okay great! I need to run home and get a fresh uniform and make a few arrangements. I’ll be back in about a half hour.”

“Thanks Kelli. I don’t think it’s absolutely necessary, but it’ll make my mom and my uncle feel a little better.”

While Kelli was gone Banba called room service and ordered a couple of snack trays and a bottle of Zinfandel. She was shocked when Galen delivered them. “What are you doing here this late? Who’s watching Teagan?”

Galen grinned. “Hello to you too M’lady Banba. Teagan refuses to leave Meagan’s side. Mr. and Mrs. O’Leary got special permission for Teagan to spend the night in Megan’s room with them. Since Teagan’s not at home and I can always use the extra money, I volunteered to fill in for someone who called in sick.”

“Yeah, I can see Teagan doing that. She’s just like her father in that respect. You’re both very kind and loving people.” Banba signed the room service check giving Galen a hundred dollar tip.

Galen gasped in surprise. “Lady Banba that’s too much. It really isn’t necessary.”

“Oh hush Galen. It’s only money. Buy something nice for Teagan with it.”

Galen smiled. “As you wish Lady Banba. If I put it with the rest of the money I’ve been saving, it will give me enough to buy that laptop Teagan’s been wanting.”

“Remember Galen, all you need do is ask and the goddess will provide.”

“I understand M’lady. But I feel like I’m being greedy asking for such things.”

“Galen, you can never be greedy petitioning the goddess for something for someone else. You’re only being greedy if it’s for yourself. The goddess can see into your heart. She knows the difference”

“Thank you Lady Banba. I’ll try to remember that.”

“I think we’ll save the Zinfandel for another time. Would you mind bringing us a couple of two liter bottles of cola and a bottle of Bacardi. Along with three more glasses please Galen?”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’ll be right back M’lady.”

Aileen gave Banba a quizzical look. “What’s up with the rum and cola Lady Banba?

“It’s Kelli’s favorite drink. I wanna thank her for being here for my mom.”

“Well in that case, I guess I’ll join the two of you. It’ll be my first time drinking rum.”

“It’ll be my first time too Aileen. Hopefully, it doesn’t knock us both flat on our asses.”

“Or have the same effect on us that Zinfandel does?” Aileen giggled.

“Oh god! I hope not! I’m not sure HOW Kelli would take THAT!”

“You mean to say you weren’t planning on trying to seduce her?”

“God no! I’ve got way too much on my mind to even think about seducing Kelli tonight! Although, I’ll admit she does have a scrumptious body. Why? Would you be jealous if I did try seducing her?”

“Not at all Lady Banba. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion. I was just curious that’s all.”

“I see. Well, if you wanna have a go at her, go right ahead. I won’t mind at all either. I’m just not in the mood to try seducing Kelli tonight. Maybe some other night, but not tonight.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter Sixteen: Reunion

Prelude: Coming Ashore

DIAMOND

The ocean washed over the desert. Like a biblical tide, it swelled ever forward, consuming sand and rock in a gentle tsunami. I rode it upon a ship made of water. The masts, the deck, the sails, the cannons, and the portholes were all shaped in aqueous detail, trapping the liquid in a prism-shaped by my mind. Even the great wheel was made of water, and I steered the rudder with a hearty pirate laugh, and a “yo-ho-ho!” I sailed my watercraft for miles and drew the ocean ever inland until I reached a chain of mountains. From my memory of what Passion had taught me, these were the Ogre Peaks, a northern uplift that crested the Gratoran Desert’s Jenok Peninsula. Great civilizations lived within the vast caves that networked the rock, creating caverns so large they could house cities within them. I stopped my ship and wondered if I wanted to visit the place. I wondered if I wanted to stay there for a while. I loved my mom, truly I did, but the closer I got to her, the less I wanted to see her. I was coming to the realization that I would be perfectly happy to never see her again. I smiled. Nothing was stopping me from doing just that. Nothing but…

I felt a tug on my mind.

“Not now!” I growled.

The tug persisted.

“Hey!” I yelled. “I said no!”

The tug stopped. There was a pause, then I felt something else. I became awash in an overwhelming desire to abandon my side-quest into the Ogre Peaks, and head straight for Droktinar without stopping.

“You don’t get to tell me what I want to do!” I hollered. “I do what I want!” I set sail for the Ogre Peaks, and shouted a defiant, “yo-ho-ho!”

To her credit, it took Corruption a long time before she crossed the forbidden line, and forced my desires southward toward Droktinar. Toward Mom.

Part One: Exodus

TERA

“Fuck me, you fucking ape!” I snarled as I rode the orc, rolling my ravenous feminine muscles up his delicious length, taking gout after gout of his thick hot milk deep within my starving womb.

“Master, please!” he croaked. Though his voice was sharp with terror, it was also rich with pleasure. He’d come to me in the morning as a hulking alpha male of four-hundred pounds. Now he was an emaciated husk of skin and bone, everything that was once hard and bulging now rendered to soft atrophied blubber—everything, except one thing. He was pallid, and his flesh was yellowing. His organs were failing him, but I only needed one to work. I’d forgotten how thrilling it was to suck a man dry.

“Fuck me deep,” I hissed, slithering my tongue across his face, “fuck my tight little pussy. It’s so wet just for you. Drown in it. Die in it.”

“Please!” he blubbered. “I have children!”

I grinned. “Any males?”

He sealed his lips, and I giggled, and corkscrewed my pointed tail further into his ass, pressing the tip to his abused prostate and coercing it to give me more. He thrust and heaved, smashed his fat cock into me as though trying to split me in two, but my thighs were strong, and his soul was weak. In the end, he died with a smile on his face.

I tidied myself in the mirror and basked in my vanity for a moment. I had never been so well-nourished in all my years. My hair had never been so luxuriantly black, my flesh had never been so supple and rich, and my curves had never been so bodacious. Even when I was Death Kiss, I hadn’t fed so gluttonously. I did up my wavy black hair before my black and purple eyes, then stepped out of my wagon, and into the desert summer heat.

I couldn’t see the end of the caravan. The exodus was so enormous that the wagons and carts stretched to the horizon in every direction. Julia had spent a month gathering all the tribes of the Gratoran Desert. They came by the thousands, flocking like the sheep they were, simply adding mass to the momentum that barreled relentlessly eastward.

“Good morning, Aiko!” I called merrily to the Breytan at the head of our column.

“And to you, Director,” Aiko smiled politely back, not at all able to hide her contempt. She wore a white robe as a mark of purity, which put her a cut above the Breytans who wore red robes, denoting the loss of their virgin blood or whatever stupid shit Julia had thought up. If I was being honest, the only good idea she ever had was to make me the director of sin. It was a dream come true. I orchestrated sadomasochistic orgies, forced good-looking families into incestual debauchery, changed people’s sexuality on a whim, and summarily executed weak men with my cunt. I was feared and revered, desired and hated, infamous and celebrated all at once. I sauntered from the steps of my extravagant wagon, walked past the line of muscle-bound slaves who pulled it for me and strolled up to Aiko.

“How’s your mom?” I asked her sardonically.

“She is recovering,” Aiko answered smartly.

I put my fingers against my nostrils and inhaled deeply. “I can still smell her,” I looked up at Aiko, and sniffed down to my elbow, “I can smell her all the way here. She’s bursa escort such a deep woman, your mother. I touched her where you used to live.”

Aiko turned red all over and bit her lip. The crescent-shaped scar between her brows turned vividly white with her rage, coaxing me to mock her more.

“My favorite part about ravaging her,” I pontificated, “was that moment she finally gave in to me. Her eyes rolled into her head, and she moaned things that no noble samurai woman ever should. She said—well, you were there; I don’t need to tell you the whole story.”

Aiko shook with fury for a moment, then calmed herself with a deep breath, and smiled politely to me. “Someday, Director Autumnsong, you will overstep yourself, and Sister Julia will make certain your screams are heard in the depths of hell. I will be very glad to bear witness to that.”

“Careful, Aiko; there’s a very good chance you’ll already be waiting for me down there, and you’ll have a very rude awakening when you see me crawl into Satan’s lap, and give him a kiss.” I grabbed her ass and squeezed until she gasped. “You think you’re untouchable? What if I have a few of my boys hold you down and pop that precious little cherry of yours, hmm? Do you think Julia will punish me, or you?”

“You would need a hundred men to take me!” she snarled, her hand twitching toward her katana.

I chuckled. “But I’d only need one of me. Go ahead and test me. You’re no Jade Tao.” I slid my hand through her crack, pushing the fabric deep between her supple cheeks until I could feel her little anus pulsing against my fingertips. Tears poured from her eyes, but she did nothing. “That’s right, little girl,” I grinned against her cheek, “I can do what I want with you here. No rules about this dirty little hole, are there?”

“Please, Director,” she hissed.

“Oh, now it’s please?” I giggled, and slid my fingers back and forth across her puckered little butthole, feeling it pulse beneath her cloak. “Yes, you’ll be saying ‘please’ quite a lot when I’m through with you. Just like your mother did.”

Aiko closed her eyes, and fat tears rained down her face. “Forgive me, Director.”

I circled her rim, pressing into the elastic center until I almost breached it through her cloth, and I sniffed deeply upon the musk of her unbidden arousal. “Pay me proper homage, you pathetic worm,” I whispered.

The caravans passed us, the joyful hymns were sung from a myriad of orcish lips, the bullwhips cracked, and the women screamed and moaned. The tortured sinners shrieked along the side of the road, the thousands of black banners billowed in the desert wind, and the millions of orcs with the crescent symbol burned into their brows marched to the east. These biblical scenes played out before me as Aiko got to her knees, and began licking my cunt. Though I appreciated the dichotomy of fear and hate that played across her eyes as she clumsily did her best, I didn’t forgive her. I’d forgotten what forgiveness was.

JULIA

It had been three weeks since I’d found Yuntok and his tribe, and two weeks since I’d found the last remaining highway of the orc empire, the Gratoran Road. I had walked all the way to the sea, where the melted ruins of Hektinar lay in great heaps of steel, and then I had turned south and begun my journey toward Droktinar. Many would die along the way—many had perished already—but those who fell would be carried into heaven, and those who stayed were blessed to do God’s work. Those sinners who could not be absolved were nailed to the cross and ignited with my fire. Their shrieks of agony alerted me of their purification and confirmed that they would be jettisoned to paradise upon their passing. The Holy Mother was infinitely merciful.

Though I walked upon the sand that steamed when water splashed it, my feet did not burn. I melted the earth beneath my soles, knowing that for millennia to come, millions upon millions would make the pilgrimage their ancestors once did, and they would seek to walk in my footsteps. And I did walk. Though many offered me a cart, and many even offered to carry me, I walked. Only when night blanketed this holy desert, did I dare rest. Only then did I dare look upon my imperfections, and succumb to the piece of the devil that lay within me. I had come to terms with the idea that I had unholiness in me. Sister Tera made sure I admitted it.

“Do you remember our first night together?” the holy succubus sighed as she strolled beside me, hooking her arm into mine, resting her head upon my shoulder, “You were so very frustrated. It was adorable. You just couldn’t figure out a way to fuck me in a reasonable manner until I finally had to just… rape you.” She giggled. “Then it became quite clear how you liked it. Tell me, do you fantasize about the night while you’re trudging through the day?”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Sister Tera?” I muttered.

“I have some fresh-baked wisdom from the Holy Mother just for you.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Perhaps you have çanakkale escort wisdom, but I will be the judge if it is holy or not.”

Sister Tera slinked before me, walking backward as I plodded ever forwards. “Your red-robed priestesses need more training.”

“You have already extensively trained them!” I growled. “And the impure priestesses are now more lecherous than they have ever been! I had to burn fifteen of them because they could not resist sinful copulation after swearing their celibacy to God!”

“Their souls could not overcome the devil’s touch. Do you really want priestesses who cannot bar the sanctity of their own womb?”

“No,” I sighed. “You are right, of course, and you are wise, but I’m running out of Breytans. I have barely two-hundred left, and the flock they must shepherd is in the millions.”

“Just because they have wings, doesn’t make them angels. The Holy Mother gifted you with a clear focus of her path, but she gifted me with the vision to see the darkness in us all. Darkness must be brought to light, even if it is ugly.”

“Wise words indeed,” I said, and turned toward Jade. Though she was most certainly impure, she did not wear a red robe, but a black one. “High Guard Tao,” I prompted, “what do you think? Can your soldiers endure more of Sister Tera’s tests?”

“If they cannot, then they deserve to burn,” Jade said simply, then looked directly at Sister Tera. “I trust that you’ll make certain they are tested to the satisfaction of the Holy Mother. Any failings thereafter will be a blemish on your reputation, Sister Tera, not mine.”

“Of course,” Sister Tera smiled, unable to hide her uneasiness. She seemed to think everyone around her was nothing but a joke (including me), but not Jade. Not after the night of Jade’s sacrament. I had written scriptures of flame across the High Guard’s beautiful body, covering her from ankle to neck in passages of the Holy Mother. Though she screamed deep into the night, she endured it bravely, even asking me to continue my authorship until every last bit of her canvas was inked. However, I didn’t think it was the burns I’d inflicted that so disturbed Sister Tera; it was the burns Jade had inflicted upon herself. For when I was done with my penmanship, Jade handed me an iron rod and asked me to heat it. Then, before the eyes of her brethren, the orcs of Gratora, and Sister Tera Autumnsong, Jade removed temptation from within. After that, Sister Tera could hardly stand to look at her.

Jade stared impassively at Sister Tera until she averted her gaze, and smiled charmingly at me.

“I best get to work then,” she said and winked. “See you tonight.”

I smiled back at her as she left, then scolded myself for doing it. She was right; I did think about her often as I plodded through the desert with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. Too often. Her temptation had become so pervasive in my mind that it nearly eclipsed my meditations upon the Holy Mother.

“I am a weak woman,” I muttered.

“You are the strongest woman I know,” Jade assured me.

I smiled up at her. “You do yourself a disservice, High Guard. No one—not even me—has shown their devotion to God as you have.”

Jade did not return my smile. She never smiled anymore. “It as you say, Sister Julia: there can only be healing through pain. Enduring pain does not make one strong. It was my weakness that necessitated my pain.”

“Indeed,” I said, and looked to the sky, where way up in the glaring pale sun, a falcon circled ominously overhead. I wondered what sign the Holy Mother was giving me. Be ever watchful? Or beware of the opportunistic predator? Sister Tera was certainly that; and the more time I spent with her, the more I felt like her meal.

ANGELA

I circled overhead as a peregrine falcon, flying so high that to those below I would be but a spec. Still, it didn’t feel like high enough. My ocular vision could make out the shape of Julia and Jade in front of a massive dust cloud. When the wind blew just right, the dust cloud would thin to reveal a mass of people so vast that its ends couldn’t be seen from even this high up. It had taken Julia Gendian three weeks to marshal the greatest force since the fall of the orc empire, and it had taken Justina and I just as much time to recruit exactly one Ionan to our cause. I adjusted my wings and flew toward the distant mountains.

When I got to Iona, it was the late afternoon, and the office of Justina Autumnsong was woefully empty. Only the eminent ambassador herself sat at her desk, passively tossing darts at a board as she compulsively masturbated without any sense of zeal. There was a row of very large and ornate dildos littered across her desk, and I perched myself upon one with two heads separated about an inch from each other.

“Holy hell, did you bring all of these back from Drastin?” I exclaimed. “I knew you had a collection, but damn!”

“These aren’t mine,” Justina said, examining one with passing interest. “I found this rize escort treasure trove beneath Helga Sunscraper’s bed.”

“What?!”

“They only get to lie with a man once in their lives; is it any wonder they build up a collection?” Justina put the dildo down and pulled out the one that was inside of her. “Helga told me Nona has a whole room full.”

“No way.”

Justina shrugged. “Conservative prudes are always the worst deviants.”

“Says the open-minded liberal who wouldn’t leave the bathroom for three days straight after she grew a penis.”

Justina smiled thinly. “I was just testing to see if I could become a self-feeding biological system.”

“We had to stage an intervention.”

“Wow, who would’ve thought giving a succubus a penis would be a bad idea?” she snorted derisively. “Anyway, I won’t be making that mistake again. Now, what news from Gratora?”

“Looks like they’re a day away from Droktinar.”

“Droktinar is only four days away from Droktin’s Pass.”

“They’ll stop for a while in the city.”

“Droktinar was built to house a million people. Julia’s followers eclipse that by an order of magnitude. They cannot stay for long. Any news of Diamond?”

“I didn’t see her down there. I don’t think the god of water has much use for a desert.”

“A desert is the perfect place for a god of water if you think about it. She’ll show up soon.”

“Have you put any thought into what we talked about earlier?”

Justina picked up her notes and scanned through them. “The only logical explanation is that Diamond was always a Creator. She is spawned from Passion, who was the sister of a Life Giver, which means her lineage is right. She came out of Passion’s womb as a late adolescent, which means she was likely in gestation for eighteen or so years. Perhaps she was conceived on the same day your brother and the others were. Like the other Creators, Diamond couldn’t express her powers until she came under extreme stress or pleasure. As to why she doesn’t carry her mother’s patterns, perhaps only one Creator in a bonded pair can become the Bound One. It is obvious by the color of Julia’s markings that Corruption’s purpose in binding two gods was to hijack their connection. She must’ve gained some astral power from it.”

I scowled as best as a falcon could. “It doesn’t really help us to know any of this.”

“We don’t know anything, and you’re right, it doesn’t help us at all.” Justina turned her notes over and ran her hand through her hair. “Did you see any openings?”

I shook my head. “Your mom never stays too far from Julia. No one will ever get close enough fast enough. Plus, Jade stays on Julia’s shoulder like a fucking parrot, and even if she can’t kill any of us, she can still delay us long enough. Assassination won’t work. How’s the recruitment going?”

“Helga is our only volunteer to face Nona, and she’s not exactly up to the task. The Ionan scouts are bringing back news of Julia’s movement. As you can imagine, it’s inspiring quite a bit of awe in the ranks of the Guard. Meanwhile, your brother insists upon staying absent for the sake of neutrality, whatever the good fuck that means. We need him here, Angela. We can’t play by imaginary rules anymore.”

“Brandon could make Helga invincible.”

“You don’t think the Ionans would notice that one of their lowest ranking warriors suddenly became the best swordswoman in the clan?” Justina raised an eyebrow. “If the point of Brandon’s absence was to remove the idea of outside influence, then I hardly see how that’ll work. My point is that we don’t need to remove that perception! Have Brandon come in here and shoot a flock of seagulls out of his ass or something! Right now his absence is working against him!”

“You know there’s another reason he doesn’t want to come here,” I said, giving Justina a furtive look.

“Bianca,” Justina sighed.

“The woman gave Brandon her daughter’s virginity. He impregnated the whole Ofanian Guard. They’re practically his family now.” I ruffled my feathers. “Brandon is… well, he’s really loyal.”

“To his dick,” Justina grumbled and selected a new toy to play with.

BRANDON

I sat in a chair made of lilac flowers and watched a six-legged bear with the lower body of a mantis fight a snake with the underbelly of a centipede. The two horrific amalgamations of animals warped and transformed as the battle intensified. The bear-mantis became a dragon-tiger-wasp, and the centipede-snake became a spider-crab-jaguar. They collided in a ghastly display of fangs, teeth, mandible, and claws, then retreated once more. The dragon-tiger-wasp became simply a giant wasp with an exaggerated stinger, and the spider-crab-jaguar committed wholly to its arachnid body. The massive arthropods engaged in combat of flailing limbs and stinging underbellies. The spider managed to get its belly lower, and it shot upward and upside down to drive its point into the wasp’s abdomen. The stinger bounced harmlessly off the insect carapace, and the wasp used the moment to take advantage. Clamping its horrific mandibles around the spider’s head, it slowly began to squeeze. The spider trashed in agony, whipping this way and that, but the wasp wouldn’t be thrown. It wrapped its legs around the struggling arachnid and turned it over onto its back. The spider thrashed for a few more useless seconds, then raised its forelegs in surrender.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32