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Sometimes deals, like the one made between The Free Anarchy of United Dragons, so-called, and the various governments of humans on Earth, don’t work out like anyone planned.

Sometimes they work out better.

On a cool day in late October, it was even colder where Brent was, ten thousand feet up, but he was largely immune to the cold. The air filled his long leather wings, and flowed along his scaly body. On his back, Alice shivered even in her parka, a tiny figure wedged safely between the fourteenth and fifteenth spiked plate on his back,. She had wanted to come along for a ride, and he’d warned her it would be a long cold one, but she liked to fly.

Things were a little stressful at home for her. Mortality had been one of things she shared with her husband, and now she didn’t. Bob wasn’t taking it well.

But Brent felt less stressed than ever. Flying was amazing. Being his true self was great. And not only had the various towns along his path agreed to have him fly over, not that according to the deal they had a choice, but they had actually requested it.

He swooped low over the town of Selkie Falls. Alice told him it was twelve-oh-nine, right on time. Outside, on the sidewalks and in the town square, tiny figures looked upward and pointed. Others went to their windows or balconies. Traffic stopped, and people got out of their cars to look.

In a few minutes, he would be gone, and the people on the sidewalks and in the square would go shop at the various businesses in Selkie Falls. Some of them had come from miles away. It was good for the local economy, and Brent would receive a small kickback for his participation. But for him, it was all about the joy of flying.

Of being a dragon, and not just in name.

For a few of the residents of Selkie Falls, it wasn’t all about the economy.

Marie Carter watched from the balcony as the magnificent creature banked through the air, and felt something she hadn’t felt since the birth of her second child five years ago. She had worked her body back in shape, she had done all the things, but her libido had vanished, swamped by a depression that left her with little energy for anything but her children. Her husband worked longer days, these days, not eager to get home, or perhaps having something going on the side. She didn’t truly care which, for when the kids left for school each day, she felt lost.

But not now. She watched and felt her breasts tingle, and a warmth grow between her legs. Why was a dragon erotic? But it most definitely was. She lifted her dress, intending to slip her hand into her panties, but then realized all the neighbors were out watching and could see her as well as the dragon. So she resisted the urge. But she couldn’t help but get more and more turned on, thinking about what would happen if the dragon swooped down to her balcony and carried her away. Or perhaps if it just landed, stripped off her clothes, bent her over the rail, and had its way with her in front of everyone.

And then it was gone, heading toward the hills northeast of town. In a daze, she walked back inside. There was a vibrator in her nightstand.

Then she stopped. That wasn’t what she really wanted, and it wasn’t what her family needed. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she needed to take advantage of it. She picked up the phone.

“Carter and Associates, Harold Carter speaking.”

“Harold. I need you to come home. Now. As fast as you can.”

“What is it? Something happened to Junior or Cassie?”

“No, Harold. Just hurry!”

“What is it?”

“I need you to fuck me. Now.”

A moment of silence. Maybe he wouldn’t want her anymore. Maybe he was in love with his secretary or something. How had she not cared about that? The last five years seemed alien to her now.

“I’m on my way. Five minutes, max.”

Marie liked living in a small town. Help was never far away. She just hoped she could wait, with the vibrator right there – no, she’d change her clothes. Put on the red lingerie she hadn’t worn since Cassie was conceived. She was on birth control now, not that it had mattered. She forced her fingers to work, undoing the dress, putting on the lacy nothings. Then she heard the key in the door.

She ran out to meet her husband, and his eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Wow, Marie.”

“Take me. Now.”

Clothes flew, and they didn’t make it to the bed. They fucked on the couch. Then they did it doggy style over the dining room table, after which Harold pled exhaustion.

“I’ll let you fuck my ass,” she said. Would that feel good? Well, she might as well find out. He’d been interested before, and she’d said no. Before he could say anything, she knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth, bringing him back to life.

She did not tell him that all long she was imagining the dragon inside her. In human form, of course. That would stay her little secret. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and it would most definitely be getting him lots of sex.

I’m back, she thought.

Then, a few minutes later, she found escort beşiktaş out that she could cum from being fucked in the ass.

Charli Townsend watched, too. Not all women got horny from just seeing a dragon, she knew, but it wasn’t that unusual, either. She was one of the lucky ones, or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it. Half of her thought she should stay inside, but she couldn’t resist.

Now she was on the public square, creaming her panties at the sight of the winged beast overhead, and getting insanely jealous of the shivering figure in the parka on top of it. She, Charli, had ridden a dragon before, in a club in Seattle, three hundred miles away. His long thick cock had stretched her pussy while she bounced on top of it. That night, she had gotten the tattoo on her leg that said, “Dragon Only.” It was covered, now, by a skirt that came to midthigh.

She knew better than to think it would swoop down for her. Not that she wasn’t a pretty girl, with lots of offers for dates she turned down. She had a heart shaped face, perky boobs, and long legs. She’d been on the cheer squad at both Selkie Hills High and at Pacific Lutheran University. But ordinary guys just didn’t do it for her after that first night with a dragon, so ever since she’d slipped away and taken trips to Seattle, where she wore short skirts that displayed her tattoo and went to the club there every chance she got.

It had been months, and she’d told herself she wouldn’t go back. Her Lutheran upbringing made her feel rather guilty about going and being a free-use fucktoy for strange men – strange, inhuman men, at that. She’d made such vows before.

She told her friends she was asexual. Her panties and her sopping wet pussy spoke to what a lie that was. It was all she could do not to rub one out in public.

She saw another girl shaking. Her boyfriend was telling her not to be afraid, that the dragon wasn’t going to come eat anyone. Charli doubted very much that the woman was shaking from fear, although that was a reasonable enough reaction to a giant reptilian flying monstrosity.

Certainly more rational than getting horny.

Certainly more rational than planning a trip to Seattle, where she could get her fix.

She walked away, feeling aimless. “Lead us not to temptation, but deliver us from evil,” she muttered, although she didn’t really think that dragons were evil. The crowds had dissipated, and were heading into the stores. Out of towners, there to gawk.

They should be there to serve.

They should run away.

She held the two contradictory thoughts in her mind, as she walked down the street. She was still wandering, indecisive, an hour later.

“Harold!” came a sound from the second floor of a house she passed. The balcony door was open, the curtain fluttering in the breeze. The sounds came from behind the curtain. “Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Oh my god. Oh my god I’m coming!”

She’d watched other girls getting fucked at the club, and they yelled like that sometimes. Mouth, pussy, ass, nothing was off limits as far as most of the girls there were concerned.

Yeah, still wet, she thought.

She walked to her parents’ house. She was staying with them again; there weren’t a lot of jobs in Selkie Falls and while houses were cheap, apartments were rare, so it was hard to move out without steady employment.

She went to her bedroom, turned on the computer.

“Deliver me into temptation,” she said, and realized she’d gotten it wrong. Or right.

She booked a bus trip to Seattle. The bus would leave late that afternoon.

Round trip? The site asked.

One way, she selected.

She called a friend, Qiana, who had gone to school with her, lived in Seattle, and who had shown her the club. “Qiana? Can I stay with you for a bit?”

“Um. I guess?”

“Thanks, Qiana. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Can’t resist the urge, huh? How long you going to be here?”

“Until I get a job there,” Charli said.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

Dammit. How did Qiana know, when she hadn’t known herself?

“I’ll be there tonight,” she said.

“Yeah. Brent told me he was headed over Selkie Falls today. I expected this.”

“You know him?”

“I’ll introduce you. Maybe he’ll pound you, who knows. You gonna get the chip?”

The chip. The one that made a girl only cum when a dragon did. Well, what the fuck was the difference between that and now? Although, she could probably make herself cum, now. “Don’t think so.”

Qiana just laughed.

Hurriedly, Charli tossed clothes into a bag. Her shortest skirts, the ones she never wore in Selkie falls. Her tightest, lowest cut tops. And, in a moment of sanity, her interview suit. It’d get there rumpled, but hopefully Qiana had an iron.

An hour before she had to be at the bus, and the stop was only a ten minute walk. She wrote a letter to her parents, letting them know she had an “opportunity” in Seattle, which wasn’t quite a lie. Fifty-five minutes. What was she thinking about being able to play escort nişantaşı with herself?

She stripped, and slid her hands between her legs. She wasn’t as wet now, although she was kind of sticky. Ugh.

She thought about dragons. About Marco, at the club. About Brent, whatever he looked like in human form. Yes Sir, Please Sir. Wherever you want, Sir.

Yes please, put the chip in me. Only dragons. All for them. I want to make them cum. I want to need their cum. I serve the dragons. Like Marco. Like Brent. Oh my god yes, yours, yes, all of you, yes, yes Sir!

She stopped, sweaty, and semi-satisfied. It wasn’t the real thing. God, that chip idea. It turned her on, like flashing her tattoo did, but more so.

She put on her clothes, and raced to the bus stop. As she stood there, she rolled the hem of her snug pencil skirt way up.

She got a few raised eyebrows.

No going back now, she told herself. It was a small town. Everyone knew everyone. Word traveled.

Dragon Only.

Veronica Sweeney saw Charli waiting for the bus. The skirt was long enough she didn’t have to show off the tattoo, but she’d deliberately rolled it up, as if to let the world know. She didn’t know Charli well, but the girl had been a cheerleader, two years above her, at Selkie High. She was a popular girl, who had dated the Varsity running back, who was way more popular than the quarterback.

Veronica, on the other hand, was a nerd, a goth girl. Veronica had tattoos running down her back and down one arm, blue-black hair, thick glasses, and big tits that looked even bigger in a corset.

When dragons had come out, she had thought that it was kinda cool that dragons existed in the real world. Hopefully, that meant vampires were real, too. She’d had fantasies about getting bit. Dragons, now, dragons were big and huge and scary, but they weren’t sexy.

So why had she fucked herself silly right after it flew over? She hadn’t come so hard since the day she’d stolen a crucifix and masturbated with it, and that had consequences. Not religious consequences, but the edges were edges, and she’d made a point of only using very rounded things for dildos ever since. Still, when missionaries came calling at least she could look them in the eyes and tell them she had suffered the pangs of Jesus on the cross.

Yeah, there was something about the dragon that called to her, primally. Animalistically. She wasn’t an animal person, usually, unless you counted the pet rat she’d had for a couple of years. Primal was not her thing, because primal usually came in browns and greens, not black.

She walked over to Charli, in spite of the voice in her head that said that Charli was a popular girl, and she was a goth, and never the twain should meet unless the goth got teased and ended up talking about death to try to freak the popular girl out.

“Dragon Only?” Veronica asked.

Charli bit her lip. Popular girls didn’t do that; they were confident and haughty. “Yes,” she said. “That’s me.”

“Kinda hot,” Veronica offered, glad not to have to get morbid.

Charli smiled. “You have no idea how hot,” she said. She made a little motion, like she was fanning herself.

“I’ve seen you around town,” Veronica said. “I never saw the tattoo. New?”

“No. I’ve been keeping it covered.”

“I have my back done,” Veronica said. “And the sleeve, of course.” She showed off her arm, with crosses and skulls, mixed with black roses.

“I might get a dragon one like that,” Charli said.

My god, a reasonable conversation with a popular girl. “Taking the bus? To Seattle?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. There are some great stores there.”

“And dragons.”

“Like the one that just flew over?”

“Yeah. I think he lives there. But there’s a club, you see, where dragons come. To meet girls.” Charli paused and added. “Girls like me.”

Veronica nodded. “Maybe I should go there, sometime.”

“Did the dragon flying overhead make you horny?”

Was she really going to admit being horny to a popular girl? Especially over a dragon? But what the hell. She felt Charli was a little more like her than she’d known. “Yeah. Weird, huh?”

“Not weird. Come to Seattle sometime, and you’ll find out. But a warning.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll never be normal again.”

“You think I’m normal now?” Veronica asked. And she’d tried so very hard not to be.

“I think you know what I mean. Look, here comes the bus. Want my number?”

Okay, they were in the end times if a cheerleader was giving Veronica her number. “Sure!”

She just got it entered into her phone in time, when Charli boarded the bus. Veronica headed to the library. Suddenly, dragons were more interesting than vampires, and she wanted to read up. Sure, most girls would go on the internet, but she liked old things. Like books.

Brent flew over the wooded hills and spotted what he was looking for. He dived, making Alice hang on and shriek, but he knew she was safe. He could go faster than that, and if she fell, he’d catch escort etiler her. All she had to do was hold on, and she’d be fine.

He landed in the deserted glade, miles from the closest town, unserved by any nature paths.

Alice jumped off.

He changed.

“Why are we stopping?” Alice asked. “To warm up?”

“Yes. To warm up. Take your clothes off.”

“That’s not going to help me warm up,” Alice said, but the twinkle in her eyes showed she knew full well what he intended. She took the parka off, and lay it down on the ground.

He watched. He was naked already. It was cool, but not that cool and his cock started to rise as Alice stripped off her blouse, then her riding pants. She never wore pants, because he preferred skirts, but he’d made an exception for the ride.

Bra and panties came next.

“How do you want me?” Alice asked, licking her lips.

“Worship my cock,” he told her.

She knelt on the parka, and kissed and licked his cock, watching it harden, then taking it into her warm mouth.

He pulled her off him and pushed her over, so he could go down on her. He held her open by the ankles, as he ran his tongue all over her lips and then her clit, enjoying the way her hips bucked in response.

“I need you inside me,” she said. “For warmth, you know.”

He grinned. For warmth. He knew it made her feel funny when he made it about her pleasure. Maybe, sadistically, that was part of the reason he did it. He picked her up, lay on his back, and positioned her on top of him.

“Now this is what I call riding a dragon.”

“Is it better than the other way?” he teased.

“Yes. But you were going, and I wanted to go with you. And… I get both.”

He grinned at her, enjoying the way her still firm breasts bounced. She was in her fifties now, but she looked younger. Thanks to modern medicine, her body wasn’t getting any older, either.

“You know,” she said. “When you fly over towns like that, you make some women horny.”

“Oh really. Do I make you horny?”

“Always. Don’t change the subject. As I was saying, you make dozens of women horny when you fly over. Women who crave your cock, even if they don’t know what it is they want.”

“Dozens, now, is it?”

“Hundreds,” Alice told him. “Curvy ones, petite ones. Dark ones, light ones. Blondes, redheads, women who came from Europe, Africa, Asia -“

“I fucked an Aussie once.”

“Don’t interrupt please, Master,” Alice told him. “Women who want you in their mouths, their pussies, their asses. Women who want you cumming all over them. You’re teasing them, making them needy and horny for your cock, Master. This big, thick cock, that I have all to myself. Well, all to myself right now, anyway.”

He grinned at her. If he wasn’t supposed to interrupt, he could let her keep talking.

She reached around her back and under her body, so she could play with his balls. “Back home, of course, the girls are pining for you. Chloe, Qiana, Kirsten, Rosita, Marilyn? It’s hard to remember all the names. Kitty the cat girl. They all want to fuck your cock, and maybe you’re thinking of them right now, as you fuck me. It’s okay if you are. Whatever you want to do is okay, as long as it turns you on.”

He pushed his lips shut.

“Okay, yes, and Inga, your latest little blonde slut. Agent Johansen, whose secret agent skills include blow jobs and saying ‘Sir’ in that sexy voice of hers.”

“Jealous?”

“Always. And grateful, too, that you have so many good women in your life. Except Inga. The jury is out on her yet. Maybe that’s why I don’t trust her. I’d have to see her fuck a whole jury, and then I know her slutty toy act is for real.”

He didn’t expect his girls to be just his – he spread himself too thin for that. And the idea of Inga trying to fuck a whole jury was pretty hot in its own way. Apparently Alice thought so, too, because she’d stopped the stream of dirty talk and was rubbing her clit furiously.

“Will you go to the club tonight?” she asked, suddenly.

“Why? What are you imagining?”

“You. Fucking some new girls. Me, watching.”

“Fuck. Maybe.” He was hard and aching. He couldn’t think straight and didn’t want to.

“Please?”

“Okay, yes, sure.” Twist his arm, would she?

She gave herself another rub, and then came, squirting all over him.

The fact that turned her on so much pushed him over the edge, and he came, violently, his fluids merging with hers. Then she collapsed onto him, holding him tight, and he held her back.

“My parka has a wet spot, now,” she said, pouting.

“That’s as much your fault as mine, I think. If not more so.”

“It’s gonna be cold.”

Brent shrugged. “I could breathe fire on it, but I don’t think that would help your parka any. It would dry it out.”

“It would vaporize it. I’ll just have to put up with it and think about our lovemaking the whole way home. When I’m not thinking about you fucking other girls.”

He got up, and she put her clothes back on. He could change, but then he couldn’t talk. “Why is that so important today?”

“I think it’s over with Bob,” Alice said. “He … I don’t think he wants to be with me anymore. To be human is to be mortal, and in a way, I’m not human anymore. He only wants me if I’m willing to grow old and die for him, and I’m not. We’ve nothing left in common, except the daughters that aren’t even his.”

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Stan

I woke up alone that morning, which wasn’t unusual. Stansy typically slept for about five hours, woke with the sun, ate a modest breakfast, and headed immediately to her worksite. Me? I needed at least seven hours to function well.

I dressed and said “hello” to Stanford on the way to the kitchen, and to Gena, who was also just getting started with her day, nibbling on a piece of toast behind her terminal. I had just settled into my desk, sipping a steaming mug of our precious coffee, looking forward to a day of coding and testing, when the front door opened and immediately slammed shut. I looked up from my terminal just as Norm stalked in. Stanford and Gena looked at him, then at me, so I shrugged at them. Norm scanned the room quickly, his gaze falling on me as he prowled. “Is Stansy here?”

I stood and moved to intercept him. “I thought she was working with you today.”

Norm shook his head. “No, she didn’t show up to work. She’s not at the lab or anywhere in the big house. No one over there has seen her since last night.”

“I saw her this morning.” We both looked over at Stanford, another early riser, and he pointed to my terminal. “She logged on for a few minutes. Then she took off out of here.” He frowned suddenly. “I think she took the cell phone with her. She didn’t say why. She didn’t even look at me, for that matter.”

I checked my desk and saw that, as described, the charging stand was empty. I went through the desk drawers just to be sure, but the phone was nowhere to be found. “Why the hell would she take it? And where could she have gone?”

Norm pulled his phone from his pocket and waved it at me. “Why don’t we call her and find out?” He flipped it open, dialed and set it on my desk, turning on the speaker. It rang twice before picking up.

“Yeah.” Stansy’s voice. She sounded almost bored, and I could hear a lot of ambient noise coming through the phone.

Norm crossed his arms, glaring at the phone. “Stansy, where the hell are you? Are you driving?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I’m about ten miles from Salem, going north on I-5.”

“You’re what?!” He looked at me in confusion, and I frowned, shaking my head to indicate that I had no idea. “Why?”

“I’m bringing my son home. He sent me an email and he’s been…” She sighed again. “Look, Chris needs me, and I’m going to him. That’s all you need to know.”

Norm began to reply but I spoke over him, keeping my voice calm and controlled. “You know you can’t do that, Stansy. That’s a major breach of our security.”

“I don’t give a fuck about security, Stan. I’m not leaving my son on the streets for one minute longer.”

Norm leaned over the phone, “Don’t do this, Stansy. Just come back and we’ll–” But the line had already gone dead. “Shit!”

He dialed her again, but this time, the call went straight to voicemail. “Goddammit!” he spat, raising the phone as though he were going to throw it, but he visibly controlled himself and lowered his arm. I glanced over at Stanford, who had stopped working and stared at Norm, mouth agape. He saw my look and deliberately turned back to his work.

“At least she doesn’t have the genemod markers anymore,” I said. “She’ll breeze through any checkpoint.”

Norm frowned. “Yeah, and that’s something else to ponder. She was really insistent about getting that procedure done as soon as possible. I wonder how long she’s been planning this.”

“Well, she never said anything to me, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Which car did she take?” Gena asked suddenly, swiveling in her chair to face Norm. She flashed a grin. “I’ve got an idea.”

Five minutes later, after a quick run over to the big house, Norm unlatched the barn door and swung it back. The old box truck we had brought from Sasha’s storage unit was there, but the spot next to it, where Tilly’s truck would normally have been parked, was empty.

“Ha, I knew it!” Gena said triumphantly. “She took the Chevy. We can track her.”

“And how are we going to do that?” Norm asked.

Gena smiled. “Easy. I rigged Tilly’s truck with a wireless transceiver and router so we have a mobile test node for the mesh network. It activates when you start the car, and it’ll run until you shut it down or it drains the batteries. There’s a dedicated bank of them in the truck bed that recharges from the alternator. All we have to do is get within a few hundred meters and I’ll be able to pick up the signal. We can pick her up from further away, if she’s in a rural area, and even further if we can get somewhere high up.”

“Whoa, hold on,” I said. “You want to go after her? Are we sure that’s a good idea?”

Norm shifted on his feet, considering. “Well, you also had your genemod markers removed. Technically, Gena isn’t illegal because she’s a revert.”

“I’ve gone through checkpoints before,” Gena affirmed. “Though that was a long time ago.”

“I’m still on the FBI’s radar,” Norm continued, “but I’ve evaded detection this long. I’d say if anyone goes, it should be the three of us. Either way, we escort şişli need to make a decision quickly, if we’re going to catch Stansy. She’s got more than a half-hour head start on us.”

I considered Norm’s words. The risks were manageable, and we needed to get a handle on this situation. “Alright,” I said. “I’m in. When do we leave?”

“Right now,” Norm said. “We take the big truck and we catch up to her, or at least catch her coming back.” He started moving towards the box truck as he said it, already taking out a set of keys from his pocket.

“Oh,” Gena said, frowning.

“What?” Norm and I said together.

“Well, I won’t be able to detect the Chevy’s network node just yet. I need to put together a portable wireless unit for that.”

Norm glanced at his watch. “I thought this was something you had ready. Stansy will be in Portland in less than an hour. How long is this gonna take?”

Gena chewed at her lip. “Um, I guess I can grab the equipment I need from the west house and put it together on the way. I’ll have to ride in the back.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Norm said, though I detected a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He resumed striding towards the truck and spoke without turning back. “So get your asses in gear, both of you.”

Norm drove over the gravel road a bit faster than I was comfortable with, both in terms of the outright speed and the way the old truck’s suspension bottomed out on the pot holes. We pulled up to the house and Gena leapt from the truck, disappearing inside. About five minutes later, she reappeared with Stanford, the two of them carrying various tools and electrical components, including a spare car battery. She had even thought of bringing some portable lighting–smart, since the truck had only a single, dim bulb at the front of the bay.

“Hope you can work under pressure, sis’,” Norm said through his open window as she hurried past. “You’ve only got an hour and a half to Portland, less if I can help it.”

“You worry about driving,” she retorted. “I’ll worry about the engineering.”

A minute later, Gena and her gear were loaded in the back and we were on the road. Stanford would let everyone know where we had gone and why. If they needed to contact us, there were two more cell phones, one with Nock and one in the lab.

On the way North, Norm and I tried to figure out the most likely places Stansy might have gone. One idea we had was to just pull over at an overpass and wait for her to return, but there were a few problems with that. There were two major highways coming out of Portland going south, and we couldn’t be sure which one she would take. We also had no idea how long we might be waiting there and no way of knowing if we somehow missed her.

Instead, we pieced together what we knew to come up with the most likely options for meeting up with her son. I knew from my conversations with Stansy that there was a homeless shelter that would sometimes feed him, and there was a library where he would go to access a terminal for email.

“That probably doesn’t narrow it down a whole lot,” Norm said. “There has to be several homeless shelters in town, libraries, too. He could easily roam a few miles between them.”

I nodded and turned to stare out at the countryside rushing by, wracking my brain. The memory came to me abruptly. “There’ll be a bridge, one that spans a river. Stansy said he had been sleeping under a bridge, and that it got cold and damp most nights.”

Norm nodded. “Okay, now we’re talking. There’s two rivers in Portland, the Willamette and the Columbia.” He flipped open his phone and dialed.

Nock picked up a few seconds later. “What’s up, boss?”

“Hey, I need you to look for a homeless shelter, a library, and a bridge over a river in the Portland metro area, all within, say, a mile or two of each other. Can you do that?”

“Already on it,” Nock said, the clacking of keys just audible on our end. “Lots of libraries, some of them pretty small, though.”

“Make sure they have public terminals,” I put in.

“Got it. That might pare it down a bit. This bridge for a highway or a surface street?”

Norm frowned. “Not likely a highway. Needs to be somewhere that people can easily get beneath it for shelter.”

Another burst of clacking keys. “Okay, I think I got it. Most likely place is downtown. You’ve got the central branch of the Multnomah County Library, four different shelters nearby, and about nine bridges along a stretch of the Willamette.”

“That’s our destination, then,” Norm said. “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it, boss. Stay safe.”

Norm ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. “Our chances of intercepting her just got a whole lot better.” He glanced at me, frowned, and spoke slowly. “So, how are you doing with this whole mess?”

I shrugged. “I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous about being stopped and questioned.”

Norm shook his head. “No, not that. How are you feeling about Stansy? I mean, I was just escort mecidiyeköy thinking about what I’m going to do when we catch up to her. And with the two of you getting…” He seemed to think better of finishing that sentence, but I had already picked up his meaning.

“You mean, am I having second thoughts about the wedding?” I hadn’t had time to think those kinds of thoughts, and I didn’t really want them clouding my judgment right now. “I’m just focused on the here and now, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, alright,” Norm said. “I’ve half a mind to build a jail cell just so we can toss her in it for a while.”

We didn’t say anything more for a while after that. Norm was pushing the truck well over the speed limit, and was gripping the steering wheel hard as he scanned the roadsides for highway patrol.

“I’m not sure,” I said at last. “What Stansy did? Well, it’s a betrayal of all of us. At the same time, I think I can understand why she did it. This is her child. Aren’t parents supposed to be ready to die to save their own children?”

Norm shook his head ruefully. “She planned this months ago, Stan. That’s why she had the genemod markers removed. She’s just been waiting for the right moment to stab us in the back. I’m not just worried that Chris might decide to leave and go back to live with his dad. He said people were after him. What if they are surveilling him? What if Stansy gets him and they follow her back to the farm?”

It was hard to argue with that, but I tried to anyway. “Like you said, she had a lot of time to plan. Maybe she thought of a way to deal with potential pursuit. She’s not stupid, Norm. Standard Upgrades have about three standard deviations of IQ over baseline humans, and she’s no exception. She might have let her maternal instincts make this decision, but I don’t think she made it lightly. Think about it, if she had come to you first, asked if she could go get Chris, would you have let her?”

He scoffed. “Hell, no.”

“Even if she could ensure that he was committed to staying on the Farm, and there was no way anyone could follow her back to us?”

“Still no,” he admitted. “The Agency was working on it with Nock. It was just a matter of time for us to figure out a safe process to bring him under their care.”

“And how many months have they been working on that?”

He sighed. “A long damn time. Alright, I get it.”

“Don’t take that the wrong way. I’m not blaming you for failing her. You’ve got to watch out for everyone’s safety above all else. And we’re in agreement that she’s out of line. I’m just saying that I can see things from her perspective.”

He mulled that over as we sat in silence. Then I jumped in my seat when three loud bangs came from behind our heads.

“That’ll be Gena,” Norm said, looking ahead for an offramp. “I hope she’s got good news for us.”

We got off the highway and Norm turned into a Chevron gas station. I ran around to unlatch the door and Gena sat down on the edge of the open bay, blinking in the sudden brightness. Next to her, the car battery was now adorned with circuit boards and compact electrical devices, connected together with soldered wiring, and the whole thing bound together with bungee cords.

“It’s done,” she said proudly. She flipped a switch and a little LED screen lit up with a rotating sequence of dots. “Booting up,” she explained.

A few seconds later, the LED flashed “Ready”, then went blank. Gena picked up a kind of Y-shaped wand with teeth running down the top and bottom of both tines, a yagi antenna, which was connected by a thick cable to one of the circuit boards. She pointed the antenna at a hotel across the street, and the LED screen lit up, listing “S8HotelGuest.” A meter to the right showed the signal strength at 95%. She grabbed the top strap of the battery, using it as a handle and grunting with the effort to lift and carry it. She moved around the side of the truck, watching the display and rotating the wand, stopping when a new listing popped up, “BestWest1”, this one at 70%.

“The sensitivity is better than I had hoped,” she said with a grin. “That hotel is at least a hundred meters away, and that’s just a standard network node. The one on that truck is boosted, so we should pick it up from a quarter mile away, maybe even half a mile.”

“Yeah, ya did good,” Norm admitted, and I saw a look on his face that was becoming more common of late, actual pride in his sister.

“Told you I know my shit,” she said and started hobbling along the side of the truck with her device, heading for the open passenger door.

“I’ve got shotgun,” I said, smiling.

Gena shot me a frown but didn’t argue. She did, however, make it a point to put her wireless scanner on the floor in front of my seat, so I had to maneuver my legs around it when getting in. The antenna she kept in her hands, and when Norm got us back on the freeway, she used it to scan the road ahead of us. “Keep an eye on that display for me, will you?” she escort taksim asked me.

I watched the display for a minute, but with the rural surroundings, there wasn’t much to pick up. I glanced at Norm, who was frowning at the road ahead. “Something bothering you?” I said.

He looked my way and nodded. “Reach under the seat,” he said. “You might have to search around a little. And they’ll be taped up pretty good.”

Norm was right, it wasn’t easy to find whatever he wanted, and when I did find the duct tape and peeled it off, the heavy object that came with it was unmistakable. I pulled the handgun out, thumbed the safety to ensure that it was engaged, checked that the chamber was empty, popped out the magazine to verify that it, too, was empty, and then held it at my side. It was a compact unit, obviously built for concealed carry. “Should we be getting these out now?” I asked.

Norm patted his side near his lower back. “I’ve got mine already holstered. There’s another Sig under the seat, plus a couple of extra mags. I’ve also got two holsters back here.” He patted the top of the seat.

I shrugged and went for the other gun, bringing out two extra magazines and two boxes of.380 ammo. “Have you shot these before?” I asked.

“Yeah. You’ve shot the Glocks before, right?”

I nodded. “I still go out to the range once or twice a week.”

“Good. Then you’ll probably do fine with this one. How ’bout you, sis?”

Gena glanced down at the guns in my hands. “Um, I’ve shot the Glocks a bit. I’m not great with them, though.”

“That’s okay. They’re just a precaution. If you have to use it, make sure you’re close, just not too close. Aim for the center of mass and don’t be afraid to dump multiple shots.”

Gena nodded uncertainly, but set down the antenna so we could put on the holsters. Despite her professed lack of competency, she knew all of her safety checks and quickly loaded rounds into both of her magazines before holstering it at her back. She didn’t have anywhere in her clothing to put the extra magazine, so I put them in my backpack, along with a full box of ammo. “I really hope we don’t have to use them,” I murmured.

“Not likely,” Norm said. “But if we’re going, we’re going in prepared.”

Twenty minutes later, the freeway shifted abruptly to a city street as high-rise buildings loomed ahead. Gena kept swinging the antenna back and forth as we made our way into the city. The Willamette River came up along our right side, and assuming we were correct about the location, Stansy would be meeting her son somewhere in the streets and buildings on our left. When I mentioned this to Gena, she altered her sweep to an arc that roamed from pointing at the windshield to just over Norm’s shoulder. Norm grimaced as she passed the thing near his face, but didn’t say anything.

I glanced down at the LED display on the scanner every few seconds. It would continue to list a network for several seconds after the antenna had lost the signal, and I had watched as it detected dozens of networks, none of them the one we were looking for. So, when the network name “GenaMobile01” appeared, it took my brain a moment to recognize the significance.

“That’s it!” I nearly shouted. “Gena, bring it back a few degrees.”

The network had disappeared off the display, but the scanner reacquired it as Gena swung the antenna back. “Right there,” I said, but she had already stopped moving, peering down at the display herself now.

“Signal strength is high,” she said. “It’s close.” She glanced at the road. “Take the next left.”

“We lost it,” I cautioned, and Gena swung the antenna further left, smacking her brother in the forehead. “Sorry, Mar–uh, Norm,” she said, this time lifting it over his head.

“That’s it,” I said. “You got it again.”

“Like I said, it’s close.”

Norm turned at the next street, forcing Gena to readjust to acquire the signal again. I noticed that the signal strength would start to fall off before it was lost entirely, and I used that to help her stay on target by calling the signal strength out. “Left again,” she said, then. “Circle this block.”

Norm gave her an odd look but did as she asked, turning right twice so that we pointed back toward the main road. “It’s the parking garage,” I said. She’d been pointing at it both times as we went by from either side.

“We’re probably too big to fit in there,” Norm said, eyeing the north entrance as it came into view. “We’ll have to park somewhere else and come back on foot.”

“Let us out here then,” Gena said. “Come find us after you park.”

Norm looked at me. “You good with that?”

“Do we have any radios?”

“Glove box,” Norm said.

There were two of our comm units in the truck’s large glove compartment. I grabbed one, leaving the other for Norm. We hopped out as soon as the truck came to a stop and I helped Gena gather her wireless scanner. We didn’t want to attract attention by blocking traffic, so Norm pulled away as soon as we were clear.

I clipped the radio to my belt and put on the headpiece, thankful to hear static when I switched it on, since silence would indicate a dead battery. It occurred to me a little late that Gena would look a bit conspicuous hauling her scanner around. I looked her up and down quickly. “If anyone asks, you’re a university student working on a project.”

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Galaxy stopover.

Inspired by two of my larger than life girlfriends who once drunkenly declared that they were so good that they could send Mr Spock go into Pon farr at the merest wiggle of one of their huge tits. To be honest I believe they could!

Please enjoy.

Missy and Geri, short for Geraldine, Peterson were sluts.

Both of them were bigger than average girls. Large breasts, Missy 44 H and Geri 42 DD, encompassed their chests that led down over their surprisingly flat stomachs before their bodies flared out to offer huge arses for a man to grab on to. They stood a little under 6 feet high and weighed somewhere around 200 pounds each.

Long hair, Missy dark brown and Geri as black as coal, framed very pretty faces containing soft brown eyes and pouted red lips that always seemed to be turned up to smiles. Smiles that showed perfect white teeth and any man that got one of those smiles was sure to be thinking that his cock would be perfect between those ruby red lips.

However, no man had ever touched either of them.

Both girls were as rich as sin. They owned a very tastefully and exquisitely furnished house on the outskirts of a small town several hundred kilometres from the nearest major city. In fact the house was so remote that it had cost a fortune to transport materials and the labourers to construct the mansion. Or at least that was what the local builder, Ivan Jenkins, told everyone that asked him about the imposing structure that tourists saw as they came along the highway and spied the big building sitting high on the hill.

The truth was Ivan and all the other tradespeople he knew had no idea when the mansion had been constructed or who the hell had built it. Four years ago it hadn’t even existed and then it suddenly appeared overnight. Three days later the two women had walked into the local grocery store and imperiously asked if the owners had a delivery service. Receiving a positive reply they left a long list of items, a credit card number and the address. As they shook their big tits and heart shaped arses on the way back out the door, young Timmy Drysdale came in his pants.

It was the same at the butcher shop, the baker and several other business all through the town. A list, a card and an address. By the afternoon most of the businesses in the main street had sent a delivery truck out along the highway and unloaded their goods into Missy and Geri Peterson’s new home. Despite the giggling, flirty nature of the two women, whom it was reported wore the equivalent of two shoestrings over their voluptuous bodies as they sunbathed on the impressive back patio, not one of the delivery boys or girls were given anything other than a few tantalising seconds of seeing the mountains of tanned flesh.

Then it began. Strange lights in the sky at night. Reports of missing sheep and cattle from around the local farms. Water holes that had their levels reduced by half. Indentations in the soft soil not far from the highway and tracks made by something that was definitely not human nor of any local beast leading up to the mansion before suddenly disappearing about 100 yards from the front gate.

Accompanying the lights were deafening sounds that rocked glass in their windows. Caused doors to rattle and sometimes were so high and piercing that every dog in the town howled for ages afterwards.

The women would come into town a few days after these noises abated and see old Ronnie Taylor, the local jeweller and gemstone merchant. Long retired and sick of the city rat-race he had come to the town to retire. However, he opened a little store to repair watches and jewellery after he found himself so bored that he was in danger of drinking himself to death. bostancı escort The two large women fronted his counter and deposited a small pile of rare stones out of a little black bag onto his counter and asked him how much they were worth.

Ronnie couldn’t believe the quality of the diamonds, rubies and sapphires that the girls dropped almost carelessly on his counter. He eyed the women and then the stones and through years of experience he tried to keep a neutral face. His mind was already calculating how much profit he could make from sending these stones on to the big boys in the city. He was sure that these two big titted bimbos would not have a clue how valuable the stones were.

Making a great show of examining the stones through his magnifying eye glass he grunted, guffawed and hummed and ahed as he picked up each one and then put it on his little scales. His figure in his mental calculator was high. Too fucking high, he decided as he checked the stones again. His mouth opened and offered the two waiting women a figure that was a tenth of that value.

The hand that flew across his counter and grabbed him under his chin and pulled him into her face was too quick even for his trained reflexes that kept him clear of hoods and thugs that wanted more for a stolen watch than he was willing to offer.

“Listen up, old man!” she growled directly into his face, “I did not have my cunt almost split in two by a Chablian Monk for a handful of coins. My sister did not get her arse pounded by a company of Senator Slingbacks for three days for the same lousy amount either. We know how much the stones are worth, Ronnie!” she spat.

The other woman leaned in close to her sister. “Perhaps we should let one of the Centaurs use his pathetic little mouth for a few hours and see if he can swallow a pint of cock cream without taking a breath,” she hissed. Ronnie noted her eyes were no longer smiling and the dark brown orbs were almost shooting flames as she stepped back as her sister pushed him away.

“I can go a bit more,” he trembled as he found his bowels loosening. He almost sobbed as the one that named herself Geri scooped up the stones and returned them to the black silk bag. It immediately found a home between the big tits of the woman as both of them turned in unison and stormed out of his shop.

That night the jeweller found himself naked and on his knees facing the thick wide cock of a being that would have been more at home on a Star Trek set than in the bedroom he somehow found himself in. His head was tilted up and the fat thick dick was in his mouth as Geri held his nose until he had to open his mouth to breathe.

“Suck, Ronnie and see if you would accept the piss poor amount you offered us!” she half hissed half giggled as the creature held his ears and started thrusting its cock back and forth in his mouth.

Ronnie tried hard. The cock filled his mouth completely. The only saving grace was that it tasted deliciously like a caramel flavoured ice-cream in his mouth. He salivated and the creature humping his mouth seemed to be making noises of approval or contentment as it continued to use his mouth like an exotic pussy.

Something was bouncing against his chin. They were heavy and smacked him like a boxing glove. The smacks got more frequent as the cock fucked in and out of his mouth. He heard giggling and realised that Geri and Missy were watching him! “Here it comes, Ronnie, start drinking you stingy cunt!” one of them called.

The cock buried itself in the back of his throat. The beast started a high pitched keening noise and his eyes flew open as hot, almost scalding fluid suddenly spurted into his throat. He swallowed like mad beykoz escort but the cock just kept pumping its hot cream into him. He was screaming but his mouth couldn’t open any further. His throat was convulsing as he continued to try and swallow. His nostrils flared wide trying to draw air into his lungs but the cock was too big and too far in. He was in danger of passing out when he heard the thing grunt in satisfaction and the big cock withdrew. His last vision was of a bag of testicles in front of his eyes. The thing’s balls were almost the size of his fist and there looked to be at least four of them. He felt his body hit the carpeted floor.

Geri and Missy stood the other side of his counter. The same ten stones rolled out of the bag that Geri pulled from between her massive tits. He eyed her and noted the strange glint of amusement in her big brown orbs. “How much do you think they are worth, Ronnie?” she asked in a sultry almost husky voice.

Ronnie Taylor was not stupid, but he was stubborn and, pathetically, he was a greedy son of a bitch. He had not made the money he had and retired to this peaceful little town at the age of 43 because he had been a soft touch. No, Ronnie stuck to his guns and no amount of threats, tears or bodily rewards could move him once he had given a fair evaluation. He knew though, in this case, he was trying to rob the women. His mind briefly replayed his mouth being used like a pussy as that nightmarish thing fucked his face.

He raised his eyes from examining the stones again and offered half the price they would have got at any reputable jeweller in the city.

“Chablian Monks or Senator Slingbacks, Missy?” Geri asked her sister as the stones again disappeared in their silky black bag between those big tits once again.

Ronnie Taylor’s screams lasted only as long as it took for one of the black clad and bald humanoid creatures to thrust his long ebony coloured cock down his throat. At the other end a cock of almost the size of cricket stump only twice as wide rammed up his lubricated arsehole.

“Relax, Ronnie. The monks have cocks that slither and bend like snakes. They follow your holes and go as deep as they can. Then they say prayers as their big heads vibrate and twist inside you until they fill you with their blessing,” giggled Missy. Her huge tits were swaying and from the corner of his eyes he could see that the woman was joyfully taking two of the big long spikes up her arse and pussy.

“If they meet in the middle, oh so magical,” snickered Geri as she knelt on all fours as he did and was contentedly and joyfully taking a long hard cock from behind as she lined up the thick black phallus with her ruby red lips.

It may have been magical for the women but Ronnie Taylor was having trouble finding the magic. His arsehole stretched and he could feel his bowels twisting and stretching as the big cock flowed into him. His jaw, once again, was almost dislocated and long rubbery cock filled his throat until he could almost feel the big fucking thing in his stomach! The cocks began to vibrate and strange sounds chanted all around him. Heat filled him and with it an extraordinary peace and acceptance. He was being fucked. Ronnie Taylor, confirmed money pinching, tight arsed bastard whom would never pay for a drink he didn’t drink was being fucked, used and there was not a thing he could do about it.

The monks, if Geri’s nomenclature was accurate, came inside him. His arse twitched and his stomach felt full as semen poured into his gut. The big cock in his arse took its time retreating and he felt his prostate being rubbed and pressed with each inch that came out of him. Embarrassingly he came just as the kurtköy escort big swollen head of the cock stretched his anal ring to impossible dimensions. His scream of bliss muffled as the big head of the cock he had orally serviced stayed trapped behind his teeth for the time it took his thick hard cock to finish spraying its pent up load all over the soft carpet beneath him.

“Good for you, Ronnie. They made you cum!” giggled Missy as she writhed and squirmed as the two big cocks began to withdraw from her big body.

Ronnie could not answer her as the big knob still sat in his mouth and his tongue could not help but lick and rove over the intruder. The monk trembled and suddenly Ronnie’s mouth was full of hot fluids again. “You certainly love sucking dick, Ronnie!” was the last thing he heard as finally the big cock fell from his panting mouth.

“How much do you want for them?” he asked before Geri even moved her hands to her big quivering flesh bags. The two women were standing the other side of his counter and he was ruefully rubbing his arse that still felt like it would swallow his hand if he reached down to try and sooth his battered ring.

“Three point five million,” Missy answered him immediately.

“That is not much more than I offered you two days ago!” Ronnie almost yelled in exasperation.

“Yes but we know that you can take these to the city and get ten million for them. However, you won’t get that much because the minute they are sold and go into the market there will be questions asked and the buyer won’t be able to answer them,” explained Missy in a soft conspiratorial voice.

“We had to make you see how hard it is for us to get paid in these precious stones so that you simply give us what we ask for and then you can discretely make a fortune out of them,” giggled Geri and Ronnie could not help notice that her big tits were in danger of coming loose in her tied up men’s shirt.

“How often do you get these stones, ladies?” Ronnie asked even as his calculator mind was working overtime on the figures and the shady characters he knew that could afford to pay up and ask no questions.

“Twice a year, Ronnie. We get fucked by the visitors. We do it whatever way they want. Sometimes it takes a few months for us to recover after they have been here. I am sure you know what we mean,” giggled Missy.

“But it is not just precious stones, Ronnie. How do you think we got our mansion up on the hill? The visitors found the city too risky so they found us a place a little more discrete. So they like to chow down on the odd cow or sheep. They use water to power their ships. I am sure that between the three of us we can find a way to compensate any losses. What do you say, Ronnie, want to go into partnership with the two hottest sluts in the galaxy?” asked Geri seriously.

Ronnie Taylor listened patiently to Wilma Adams as she complained about the loss of her pet pig, Henry. The 200 pound boar had been innocently chomping on the downed apples in her garden one minute and the next he was gone according to Wilma.

Ronnie assured her that he was sure Henry had been taken for a good reason and suggested that she might like to check the next market day and choose a replacement, or perhaps two, Ronnie said as he handed her a cheque and told her to spend it wisely.

The retired jeweller grinned to himself as the woman thanked him profusely and told him that he was very generous and caring. Ronnie mentally reviewed his bank balance. With the last payment of rare crystals and supposed ancient Mayan gold statues that he had off loaded to some very private collectors in South America he had more money than he could ever spend in several lifetimes and he had only been in business with the sisters for five years now.

He was still chuckling as he found himself naked and on the soft carpet in Missy’s bed chamber and the big balled and sweet tasting cock of Imran, the Centaur that requested him each time he made a visit to the most remarkable whorehouse in the galaxy, pressed against his smiling lips.

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Eveline smiled and reached over and pulled Garnet into her lap, “He’s one of the royal bloodlines, I think you can guess what he is by how I look, right?”

“Not really, sure you seem to have backridges and large scales, but isn’t that kind normal?” Garnet asked, looking unsure.

Eveline grabbed her phone and opened a quick search on Komodo dragons, “This is what my tail and scales looked like before, You’ve seen it so you know there’s a difference right?”

“Ya, yours looks kinda like a crocodiles scales but their flat and your tail has ridges like a crocs but the scales are different from the tail scale,” Garnet answered

“That’s one way to describe it,” Eveline said, chuckling.

“How long did it take to go from that to that?” Garnet asked, pointing from the phone to Eveline’s hips.

“Just under two weeks, the scales have grown from being a thin line on my spin to covering my back, I used to have claws only but now my hands and wrists are scaled, I had clawed feet with scales up to my ankles but now they’re up to my knees and my ankles are starting to shift,” Eveline explained as she hugged Garnet who was in her lap.

“So in two weeks you’ve gone from a tailed komodo demi to a noticeable crocodile demi?” Garnet asked, unsure of what Eveline was.

“Dragon, not crocodile,” Eveline confirmed.

Garnet eyes widened, “Dragon? Wow, you’re lucky, I know getting with the royals can be dangerous but I’ve always been excited by them, I was hoping I would get with the behemoth line but dragons sound fun too,” Garnet said, sounding genuinely excited.

“The rumors of the royals being able to make demis disappear isn’t a rumor, I know that should things go wrong I could disappear from society, only ever seeing certain people, possibly not seeing anyone,” Eveline said.

“Were you threatened or something?” Garnet asked, looking concerned.

“No, but I’ve seen what they can do, the hunters can’t touch them at all, plus I know Cody won’t do something like that, he is a great guy and will make a great father,” Eveline smiled as she spoke, she leaned down and whispered into Garnets ear, “Plus his cocks massive and he’s dominant and kinky.”

Garnet grinned, “How kinky?”

“Willing to do anything but blood play and toilet play, He doesn’t mind things like age play or even having things up his ass, I watched Sarah finger his ass while she blows him. If what he said is true his probably slept with guys before and trans people, he’s really open to anything for pleasure and seems to have a natural affinity to pleasing his partners, I know he can be very attentive, when he chokes me I can see him watching my whole body and he walks close to the edge of danger with it but never actually hurts me,” Eveline explained as she rubbed her thighs together, Garnet noticed and started to grind her hips into Eveline, “I’ve actually fainted a few times from lack of oxygen but when I wake up hes their watching and tending to me.”

“I want to call him over and have him fuck us both,” Garnet said breathlessly.

“I don’t blame you,” Eveline said as she felt Garnet’s hands slowly easing between her thighs.

Eveline smiled and reached up grabbing Garnets throat growling into her ear, “I’m not going to fuck you or have you fuck me but if you want to eat me then do it.”

Garnet nodded as she slid down Evelines legs and spread them, Garnet dove in quickly and gently kissing Eveline’s clit and using her tongue to flick it, Eveline moaned quietly as Garnet feasted, Eveline slid down the couch a bit to give Garnet more room, Just as Eveline was reaching the peak a loud knock came from the door causing Eveline to jump and orgasm at the same time, Garnet jumped whisper yelling, “Shit I forgot we order food.”

Garnet reached over and tossed a blank onto Eveline who was still shaking from the quick orgasm and ran to the door hiding behind it, “Hello, thanks for the food,” Garnet said, taking the food from the delivery driver, Garnet closed to the door quickly.

“You okay?” Garnet asked Eveline who was blushing hard.

“Ya, He didn’t see anything but he could tell we were doing something I think,” Eveline said as she sat back up properly.

“At least he didn’t ask to join,” Garnet said as she started to pull out food containers.

Eveline took her containers and drink and opened them to reveal a large battered fish with lots of fries beside it, Garnet asked Eveline just before taking a bite of her food, “So what’s your biggest fear when it comes to being with a royal?”

Eveline hesitated taking another bite before answering, “No longer being able to change in front of other demis, once I change to a certain point I’m fairly certain any would be able to tell I’m a dragon now and word spreading is one of the worst things to happen by the family’s standards.”

“His family sounds kinda scary,” Garnet said,

“That’s the thing, they’re not that scary from what I’ve seen, they’re just ready to do whatever is needed to keep their family safe. isn’t everyone usually willing to do that for their kadıköy escort family?” Eveline said, trying to make a point.

“That’s true, at least you change into a dragon with them,” Garnet giggled a bit, “From what I heard about the Behemoth royals they make demis more animalistic, some people just become giant versions of their animals in some cases.”

“Really? I wonder if I would grow fur rather than scales with them,” Eveline wondered as she ate.

“Maybe, but I can’t imagine you with fur, it just doesn’t suit you, I prefer your smooth scales,” Garnet said between bites.

“Any more questions?” Eveline asked.

“Do you have to have kids?” Garnet asked, looking slightly nervous.

“No but the change will be a bit slower and more reliant on his cum, you just have to swallow it or take it up the ass when he blows, if you ever want him to stuff your pussy you need to either be pregnant or have had a kid. From what Sarah has said once she has this baby the chances of getting pregnant again are the same chances as two humans fucking and getting pregnant, why do you ask?” Eveline answered.

Garnet pointed to the corner where there was a large wall covering mirror in front of the ballet barre with a solid wooden floor surrounded by carpet flooring, “If I get pregnant and I can’t recover my physique there’s a strong chance I lose my position as one of the main dancers, I love dancing and I love being on the stage. I’m not willing to give it up,” Garnet said seriously.

“I don’t know what to say about that,” Eveline said, lost for words.

“Speaking of stages, Want to see the show I’m performing in tomorrow? If there’s a free seat as a main dancer I can ask for you to attend,” Garnet asked Eveline excitedly.

“I’d love that,” Eveline answered.

Garnet smiled and blushed slightly, “Great, can’t wait to see you staring at me,” Garnet started to rub her legs together, “I’m going to tell you something that only a few people know, When I dance I have to wear pads due to ‘excessive fluids’,” Garnet quoted, “Because I get way to horny being stared at by all those people,” Garnet said blushing deeply.

“Really?” Eveline asked in disbelief.

“Yup, I love being the center of attention, It’s why my usual dances and routines are solo, very rarely do I pair with anyone male or female,” Garnet answered as she put down her empty container.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not, but I feel like it is,” Eveline said as she took the last bite of fries before putting down her plate, “Why not show me some things then?” Eveline asked, pointing to the corner.

Garnet suddenly looked nervous and stuttered, “W-what, w-why?”

“Why so nervous now? Isn’t this what you do for a living?” Eveline asked her.

Garnet looked surprised and said, “Your right I am nervous, why am I nervous,” Garnet stood shaking her head lightly and grabbing practice ballet flats.

“You okay?” Eveline asked while watching Garnet get ready.

“I’m so nervous, more so than I’ve ever been and it’s only you?” Garnet said looking flustered.

“Maybe because you like me a lot, so much so that you’re now afraid to let me down?” Eveline wondered.

Garnet mouth hung open as for a few moments before swallowing hard, she turned looking shocked and confused, Eveline stood up and walked behind her quietly and gently wrapped her arms around her waist, Garnet flinched at Eveline’s hug, “Don’t worry, you’re going to do great, you can’t disappoint me my little weasel,” Eveline whispered into Garnets ears trying to encourage her.

Garnet turned her head and looked at Eveline with a smile, “I’ll do my best, mistress, please sit down.”

Eveline walked to the couch and laid down putting one leg up on the couch while the other hung to the floor, “I’m ready.”

Garnet nodded and took a few deep calming breaths before starting a practice routine, during one the positions where Garnet faced the mirror with one leg straight up she heard Eveline moan quietly, she glance to Eveline in the mirror and met her eyes, Garnets mouth dropped as she watched Eveline gently play with herself, “Don’t slow down little weasel, I like watching you move with drips flowing down your legs,” Eveline said noticing Garnet pause.

“Understood,” Garnet said continuing the routine, after nearly an hour of practice Garnet was slightly out of breath with both legs completely soaked, the floor now had small puddles and drips everywhere on the wood from a mix of sweat and arousal.

“That was beautiful, Come here, I’ve been edging myself this whole time and you deserve a reward,” Eveline said looking completely flustered.

Garnet took off her flats and almost slid into a kneeling position covering Eveline’s flushed and soaked entrance with her mouth and sucked while licking, Eveline moaned loudly and pressed Garnet into her hips flooding her mouth after moments of her attention, “That was wonderful, I loved the way you move with such confidence, Don’t lose it during the play am I understood,” ümraniye escort Eveline said confidently.

Garnet cleaned Eveline and said, “Yes mistress,” breathlessly.

“It’s nine o’clock, think we should go to bed?” Eveline asked before yawning.

“Ya, I need to be up early tomorrow,” Garnet said standing.

“Change forms for the night, I want a fuzzy partner,” Eveline told Garnet who nodded and took off her ankle bracelet.

Eveline changed forms as well as the both got into bed. Eveline hugged Garnet from behind pulling her close and whispering, “Thanks for everything today, it really helped.”

“Your welcome, I hope we can be great friends from now on,” Garnet said, sounding excited.

“Maybe more?” Eveline asked, resting her hand on Garnet’s trim belly.

“Maybe,” Garnet answered before closing her eyes, Eveline did the same as both of them fell asleep.

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Carly and Cody both watched as Howard pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road, “How do you feel knowing that he knows about you and your little plan?” Cody asked Carly who walked towards the couch and flopped on it.

“I don’t know, he wasn’t happy but knew why I’m doing it, he agreed that mom knowing would be a terrible thing, I’m just hoping Eveline’s ok,” Carly said sounding anxious.

“She’s with your friend right? I think she’ll be fine,” Cody said as he sat down at his computer.

“If she’s with Garnet she’s going to end up fucked to oblivion,” Sarah said from the kitchen where she was tidying up.

“You told me a bit about her but want to give me more details now?” Cody asked as he skimmed emails and various other business related matters.

“She’s a ballet performer for a place called star park or starlight parks, I can’t recall it, she doesn’t talk about it much when we hang out,” Carly said.

“It’s Starlight Gardens,” Sarah corrected as she moved to sit near Carly.

Cody choked on his drink and snapped his head to the girls, “You mean she’s THE Garnet Parks! One of the most premier ballerinas in all of Canada? What the fuck.”

“What do you mean by premier?” Carly asked, “She doesn’t like talking about what she does and only ever mentions dancing or some plays,” Carly said looking confused.

“She must downplay it, Starlight Garden is one of the top three performing art centers in all of Canada. My parents have a private booth there as well as making a notable donation to the center a few times a year,” Cody explained, looking shell shocked.

Sarah and Carly looked at each other then to Cody, “Garnets kinda hush hush about what she does, maybe that’s why, when we hang out she does tend to avoid large gathering places,” Sarah said looking at Carly.

“If she’s that famous that might be why, No wonder she’s so strict with her diet and health,” Carly said.

“You know if she’s that famous that explains quite a bit about how she acts, or when we’re out people sometimes stare at her,” Sarah said to both Carly and Cody.

“Have you ever seen one of her shows before?” Cody asked them both.

Sarah shook her head as Carly answered, “She has invited us a few times but usually the place is either sold out or we’re too busy to go.”

“If she does join I’m going to have to be careful with her,” Cody said, shaking his head lightly.

“Why?” Carly asked.

“Because if she’s knocked up that has a chance to end her career, Also my mom is a big fan of Garnet and has invited her to a few of the family private galas and balls,” Cody answered as he typed on the computer.

“I know other dancers have kids. How is it so different for Garnet?” Carly asked, looking confused.

“She will be off stage for roughly six months to a year for birth and physical recovery, for a ballerina of her status that can be lethal to her keeping her premier statuts. That’s assuming something doesn’t change during pregnancy that can’t be fixed or reversed, there’s also the chance she can’t regain her pre-pregnancy body. How many women do you know with kids who’ve been unable to get their old body back?” Cody explained and asked.

Sarah looked at Carly then said, “Quite a few actually, when I was in HR I would see women come back from mat leave changed then stay changed, it can’t be that bad can it?” Sarah asked Cody.

Cody looked back at Sarah and answered, “For someone whose whole life relies on her physical prowess it can, plus you’ll find out in a few months yourself,” Cody pointedly looked at her belly then to her eyes.

“Just how big of a fan is your mom?” Carly asked curiously.

Cody chuckled before answering, “Out of the eight to twelve shows she takes part in per season mom only misses two to three, usually due to traveling or business matters. I know mom may not act like it but she does help my dad manage the Draechon empire.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, looking surprised, “She did not seem like it at all.”

“Yup, as they both put ataşehir escort it, dad handles income while mom handles payouts, if all the rumors are true my family alone moves and manages about a twelfth of the global economy,” Cody answered nonchalantly.

Sarah’s mouth opened in shock, “Cody isn’t that eight to fifteen TRILLION DOLLARS!?”

Carly’s head snapped to Sarah then to Cody who shrugged, “It changes every year but that does sound about right, There’s a reason my dad is called king of economy. If he chose to, he could control the flow of money to wherever he wanted, there are few people who can rival him in economic power.”

“That can’t be right,” Carly said in shock.

“You’re right it shouldn’t but in reality it is, it’s why dad is jokingly but also accurately called ‘The Dragon’ due to his horde of wealth,” Cody answered as he saved his writing and plans.

Carly and Sarah sat in silence just thinking about how much power Cody’s family held but didn’t flaunt, “How come no one acts spoiled in your family,” Carly asked.

“We do sometimes, my brother Leon is a prime example of why the family raises kids in a certain way. were taught as children that we should never take money for granted, we learn to do things ourselves, for example, at age 8 where given a twenty by twenty garden plot and told to raise a vegetable slash herb garden. Once it starts to get close to ready we stop getting fed, we have to use the garden’s food and herbs for that winter, we also get taught by the cooks how to prepare and cook all that food, we don’t cook we don’t eat,” Cody told them as he turned off his computer.

“At eight years old?” Carly asked shocked, “What about our kids?”

“They will only be raised like that should they be in line to inherit the family, but their not, from what me and my siblings can tell it’s a tie between Ava the youngest girl and Martin the youngest boy in the family, Considering the age gap where all thinking Avas got it, plus Martin while being the sharpest businessman in the family isn’t aggressive enough to lead it,” Cody answered.

“What happened to Leon?” Sarah asked.

Cody sighed and looked sad, “Entitlement somehow, He was great, but after sixteen when we get kicked out of the house and giving a set amount and told to ‘make it or don’t, as Draechon tradition says you get three favors and that’s it,’ Leon unlike the rest of us didn’t get a job or try to educate himself further, instead he partied,” Cody shook his head slowly.

“At some point no one noticed till he was arrested for drug trafficking, that was his first favor and as per family rules dad cleaned it up, happened two more times but different charges, the second was for breaking and entering, he got into a well off families house and took half a million in jewelry to supply his habit, that was his second favor,” Cody looked out the window speaking quietly.

“I still remember running into him, he was one homeless junkies you see downtown, going on about how rich he was and how important he was, he didn’t even recognize me,” Cody whispered, his eyes watering.

“I still remember hearing it from dad, Leon overdosed and was hospitalized, he lived but used his final favor to get out of jail, turns out when they found him he had enough drugs to get charged with a second trafficking charge. It was the only time I ever saw dad cry and curse the family rules, even now Leon’s still out and about but we don’t know if he is dead or alive,” Cody said looking out the window just standing there.

“Couldn’t your family do anything?” Carly asked after a few moments.

“Family rules,” Cody said with a sneer, “‘At sixteen years of age all children must go into the world to learn, only giving an apartment and one year of living expenses. The family must honor three requests and no more, the family cannot and will not interfere with the child’s life no matter what unless the child asks for it’.”

“That sounds cruel,” Sarah remarked.

“It is, but those rules exist for a reason, had they not we all might have ended up like Leon,” Cody said as he turned and walked to the couch.

“What was Leon like before then?” Carly asked.

Cody smiled as he sat down, “He was a deviant little prankster, always did his best to make people laugh no matter what, one of his favorite pranks was to put air horns or something like that on doors so when they opened it’d go off. He got dad one time with the best prank ever, it’s actually framed in his study, what leon did was get a few squeaky toys and pulled out the squeaker and hid it along with something else in each of dads left shoe, that’s about ten shoes, so where ever dad went you’d hear squeaks every time,” Cody said laughing, “I still remember that month, took dad a few weeks to finally catch him.”

Sarah cuddled into Cody while Carly took his other side, “Has your dad looked for Leon?” Carly asked.

“Yes, he’s gone, dad can’t find any trace of him which has him worried,” Cody answered.

“What do you mean?” Carly asked.

“If he was dead dad would have found him, but he’s alive and can’t be found, there aren’t many places that someone can hide from dad. Which means someones hiding him which has dad worried but if Leon is being held hostage to be used against the Draechon family then that person needs to be at minimum a continental powerhouse like dad,” Cody explained.

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Chapter Eleven

The idea of having a baby in transport was something that had happened countless times over the span of humanity, but it never got any easier, and Sketch didn’t care for the idea of being short-handed on the ship as he was.

“I’m going to induce labor now, if you don’t mind, Captain,” Jez said to him over the intercoms. “Assuming everything goes nice and normal, I should have the baby out by the time we reach Reltbex, and we should be able to deposit the baby with her family and get the mother back to Jeratine before anyone’s the wiser.”

“Roger Jez,” Sketch said back to her from his place on the bridge. “Get that started and we’ll start moseying on over.”

“Remember, Captain, no using ring gates until after we have the newborn off the ship,” Jez said. “Prenatal and neonatal humanoids don’t react well to the gates.”

“Not my first rodeo, Jez, but thank you for the reminder nonetheless,” he chuckled. “Give a holler if you need anything else. Sketch out.”

“You’re not worried about Dominion ships, boss?” Lara asked him.

“Why?” he laughed. “If anything, we’re doing the least number of illegal things right now than we have been in months. Sure, we had to smuggle her off Jeratine, but the Dominion’s not going to give a shit about that. As it stands, right now we’re basically operating in the clear in terms of legality. This is basically just a chartered voyage right now. Plenty of opportunity to gauge you and your wife’s skills at work.”

“You don’t need to worry about us, boss,” Lara said. “We’re rock solid.”

“You’re not the one I’m worried about, Lara,” Sketch said. “It’s the carabel addict I’m concerned with.”

“She’s not that bad, boss.”

“Again, it’s not her, I’m worried about. It’s the carabel addict inside of her,” he sighed. “That shit’s insidious. I understand the usefulness in making sure you have steady hands and aren’t plagued by nightmares of soldiers dying around you, but it’s all too easy to get trapped and addicted to the soft, pillow fort life that carabel gives you. No real anger, no real fear – just an entire existence of mellowed out, middle-of-the-road, worriless daydreams. They’re blissed out zombies. Of course, they have the reflexes of an antique telegraph machine playing chess by mail, and less ability to defend themselves than stoned koala bears, but hey, what’s the harm in that, right?”

Lara nodded quietly. “I know. Believe me, I know. That’s why I’ve been trying to keep her under a tight leash for it, but she’s gotta fight that demon off herself. She knows exactly how addictive it can be, but she’s using it responsibly, just when she’s having hard attacks.”

“Time will tell if you’re right, Lara.”

“Captain,” Helen’s voice said over the intercom. “Perhaps you should look ahead on our long-range scanners.”

“Alright, Helen, put it up on holo,” he said as a three-dimensional image of the ship, the system and their flightpath appeared, taking them through a large gray stripe in the middle. “Ah, bollocks, yeah, that’s not ideal.”

“Where the hell did this comet come from?” Lara said.

“Somewhere else in space, obviously,” Sketch said. “Besides, where it came from is least of our problems. We’re going to have to go around it, aren’t we?”

“I mean, I could try and fly us through the wash of the comet, but it’ll be a lot safer to fly around it.”

“How much slower?”

“Another day? Maybe two?”

Sketch blanched. “And how much riskier to fly through it?”

“Call it 50/50 we come through unscathed, 20% chance of a major accident.”

“Sounds like a good test for a potential pilot then, don’t you think?” Sketch said with a grin. “Or are you–“

“Game on, oh Cap’n my Captain!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Sketch said. “Steady as she goes, Helen.”

“As who goes, Captain?”

Sketch let out a very deep sigh, almost certain she was kidding, but with Helen one never could tell. “It means–“

“Gotcha!” she giggled.

“If you had an ass, Helen, I would kick you in it.”

“If I had an ass, Captain, I would make it look good.”

Half an hour later, they were doing something Sketch himself would’ve never dared try if he was piloting – flying through the wake of a comet. It was similar to flying through an asteroid field, except all the asteroids were on the move at a much higher velocity. It meant lots of micro adjustments and a constant shift and drift philosophy, one which took up all of Lara’s focus, and much of Helen’s as well, the two working in tandem to keep the ship on a line that steered them clear of any debris large enough to cause problems by piercing the hull. Sure, there were minor bumps and scrapes, but as long as they didn’t hit anything big enough to do damage, that was just fine by him.

The two were so intently focused on their work that Sketch felt it best to leave them alone, and headed down to see how Jez was getting along with her delivery. kartal escort He could hear an infant crying, which meant that the delivery had happened, something which let Sketch relax just a little bit over.

Relaxing was the mistake.

As soon as he came around the corner, he noticed Pertixi lying in his medical bed, her child in one arm. That part was fine. The part that wasn’t was the sidearm she had extended, pointing over in Jezebel’s direction. “Tell him! Or I swear to high heavens I’ll blast each and every one of you before I take over this ship myself.”

“She doesn’t want to go back to Jeratine, Sketch,” Jezebel said to him. “She wants to stay on Reltbex with her sister.”

Sketch sort of looked at her, not comprehending. “And?”

“And?!” Pertixi said. “And I know you bastards were contracted to take me over Reltbex, strip my baby from me and then haul me back to Jeratine and dump me there without my son!”

“That was what was the client requested,” Sketch said, his hand keeping as far from his sidearm as he could. He did, however, start tapping into the Ashaka, pushing her down the path of The Calm, trying to ease her out of the fight-or-flight response she was locked into. He could feel the tension threading through her body, but it was difficult to manage it, because she still had all the hormones and adrenaline from giving birth flowing through her body, placing her in a heightened state of awareness. “If you’ve got a different–“

“Fucking hell! Yes! I have a different request!” she shouted, still shaking the firearm in Jezebel’s direction. “I do not want to go back to Jeratine! I do not wish to abandon my son to my sister’s care! I want to raise him on my own, and if that means I need to never return to Jeratine, well, then by God’s even eye, that is what I aim to do!”

“That’s fine,” Sketch said, waving his hands calmingly in her direction. “I wish you’d have told us before we left Jeratine, because it’s going to be more of a pain in the ass to get my people off and convince people you’re still there now, especially since we’ve had contact with you, but we’ll make it work, I promise you. But you gotta lower that weapon. I can’t have anyone shooting at my crew, can I?”

“I thought you said she was ‘auditioning’ to be your crew,” Pertixi said cautiously at him.

“She is, but she’s kept her cool so far while the person I was assured was a milk run has had a gun leveled at her for a minute or two now,” Sketch said. He’d tapped into the The Calm now, and was flowing her into it, and he could feel it starting to take root in her, starting to lull her into security. “Can you please put the gun down now?”

“You swear you ain’t gonna take me back to Jeratine?”

“As far as I’m concerned, whoever the passenger is decides where they get off, and seeing as I’m the Captain, my concern’s all that really matters,” he said, trying to keep his voice as level as he could. That newborn child in her arms was complicating all sorts of things – emotions, logic, deduction – but if he could get her to put the weapon down, they’d be fine. He pushed harder with The Calm, finding it a little more challenging than he’d remembered, but he attributed that to how long it had been since he’d had an Ashaka reliably under his control, and the fact that the Ashaka he was using belonged to someone else before him, an unusual arrangement, at least as far as he’d known. “You have my word, Pertixi. Nobody’s splitting you and your baby up.”

Pertixi lowered the gun and rested it on top of the bed just off to the side of her leg, atop the blanket. “You best be a man of your word, Captain, or I will hunt and kill every last one of your crew, ending with you.”

“I am, I assure you,” he said, gesturing for Jezebel to come out of the room and over to join him in the hallway. Once the two of them were out of earshot range, he leaned in and lowered his voice. “So, other than the firearm we should’ve found earlier, how’s she doing?”

“She wasn’t even hiding the sidearm, Sketch, so you’re just as much at fault for that as any of us.”

“I didn’t expect her to go all Mother Gunner on us,” he chuckled. “But yeah, that one’s on me. Still, answer the question.”

“Perfectly healthy boy there, although I had to give him a stabilizer shot, to cure him of some of the backwoods stuff his momma picked up living in Pioneertown,” she snorted derisively. “Should I strip her of all the germs and other shit she’s picked up living among the dirt people?”

“Your bedside manner can definitely use some work, but yes, get her clean and healthy,” Sketch said. “Especially if we’re not taking her back there. Fuck those people and their insane attitudes towards medicine. I want to make sure she and that baby are the best possible condition when we get to Reltbex, because I don’t think we’re the ones she’s got an argument with.”

“Oh yeah?” She glanced back into the room before maltepe escort looking back at Sketch. “You think the sister’s got ulterior motives?”

“I think it’s rather suspicious that the sister didn’t have any contingency plans that involved the mother and child sticking together,” Sketch said. “I thought it was odd when your mom gave us the pitch, but it was on drop call, so obviously I couldn’t discuss it with her. To me, it feels like we got two levels of client here – the mother, who contracted us through the sister, and the sister, who may or may not have her own agenda. Which means the drop off may get a little dicey.”

“Aren’t they always?”

“Didn’t use to be,” Sketch grumbled. “I liked it when things were nice and simple, and I could drop off packages away from people. Money was always there, and I never missed a drop.”

“Ah, back when you didn’t have to worry about people being people,” she chuckled. “God, your life sounds like it used to be so boring.”

“Boring was fine,” he said. “Boring was stable. Boring was survivable.”

“But it wasn’t any fun now, was it?” she laughed as she walked back into the room and Sketch turned around to head back up towards the bridge.

“Helen, this new crew is going to drive me insane in the end, aren’t they?” he asked quietly as he stepped into the elevator.

“Only if you let them, boss,” she said, amusement layered in her vocal patterns as the elevator began to lift upwards. “But you’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll keep them in check when it’s really important.”

The elevator shook a little, as the ship must’ve brushed against something slightly larger in the meteor’s wake. “And when it’s only kind of important?”

“Then they’ll keep your life interesting,” she giggled.

The ship shook again, nothing too severe, but enough that Sketch wasn’t especially pleased. He’d brought on a pilot to avoid crashing into things and he was willing to make allowances for flying through the wake of a comet, but his tolerance only extended so far. He set foot on the bridge, glancing at the holoscreen to see if they were through the comet field yet. “You know if I wanted a pilot who could bumped into everything, I’d go back to doing it myself, and drink more.”

“Sorry Captain,” Lara grumbled, pointing towards the display. “I was trying to avoid attracting their attention, but it looks like we got spotted anyway.” On the screen he could see a Y’bari cruiser headed their direction. “They’re hailing us.”

Sketch made sure his sleeves were rolled all the way down to his wrists, straightened himself up and moved over to sit down in the captain’s chair. “Helen, put them on screen.”

“Praeteritus, this is the Y’bari patrol Upper Cavern, hailing for routine inspection,” a Y’bari officer said on the other side of the screen, dressed in that battle armor that Sketch had found rather intimidating until he’d gotten used to seeing Aliara in it. “What is your business, and what the hell made you decide to take it through the backwash of a comet like a medrevnick?”

“Captain Sketch of The Praeteritus here, Upper Cavern, and we’re just hauling a mother and her newborn over to Reltbex to met up with the mother’s sister,” Sketch said, hoping like hell he could talk his way out of this one. “There’d been reports of pirates along this line, and the last thing I wanted was my passengers to get hijacked and sold into slavery. Not exactly good for business. And I figured if we could duck them instead of fighting them, the better it’d be for all involved. I’m testing out a potential new pilot right now, and it seemed like the kind of thing that would be a decent skill test without putting the ship into too much trouble.”

“Manifest has you as traveling with three humans and a P’nox, plus yourself, Captain, but bioscanners show you’re a P’nox and a human light,” the Y’bari said to him. “Care to explain the discrepancy?”

“They’re off on a bit of R&R and I figured I didn’t need to update the traveling manifest for a few days of shoreleave.”

“Where at?”

“Jeratine, where we picked up our passenger from.”

“Isn’t Jeratine home to that Exovite colony?”

“It is,” Sketch said. “Our passenger decided she didn’t want to stay an Exovite once they told her she couldn’t have drugs during childbirth, so she left.”

“Can’t imagine that went over well with the Exovites,” the Y’bari commander chuckled.

“They were none too thrilled, but it isn’t like a bunch of dirt farmers had much in the way of weaponry to threaten me with,” Sketch laughed, playing along. “They’ll spit and holler when I go back to get my crew on R&R there, but hell, they ain’t got anything bigger than a rock to throw at me, so I’m not worried about that.”

“Still, sounds like more trouble than I’d want to put up with in letting some folks have some R&R.”

“You gotta let your people enjoy their time away from the ship when pendik escort and where they want, otherwise it’s not R&R, is it?”

“I suppose that’s true, Praeteritus, I suppose that’s true. Anyway, since your manifest and your bioscan numbers don’t match up, I gotta send someone over there to do a sweep of your boat, make sure there’s nothing that isn’t supposed to be there, and then I can send you on your way.”

That, of course, was the last thing Sketch wanted. He knew his old Lingham sob story had too many holes in it to hold water now, so he needed to think of something else, and quick. Between the Y’bari battle dart, and the ring scanner blocker, he had more than enough things that were risky under the best of circumstances, and that was with some preparation.

This was a flyer and a pipe dream.

“Well, I–“

“Oh thank the Dominion,” Lara said with a laugh, getting up from her chair and moving over to sit down on top of Sketch’s lap. That wasn’t at all what he expected, but she obviously had some kind of plan, and so he was just going to roll with it. “You can wander all over the ship as long as you don’t mind the sounds of us fucking,” she said, running her hand against the back of Sketch’s neck, snuggling up against him. “Me and my wife decided that if we going to guarantee ourselves a place on this ship, we were going to have to give the Captain another reason beyond our impeccable skills, so we’re going to spend the entirety of your search banging him within an inch of his life.”

“Er, what?”

“My wife’s a much better cocksucker than I am, but she’s not half the fuck I am,” Lara giggled. “And I found out from one of his partners that he likes a talker, so we’re gonna make a ton of noise on this ship, which’ll prove that I have no shame when it comes to putting on a good show.”

“If–“

“You want me to punch you in now, or you want us to come meet you in the docking bay? I can get my wife to suck him off while he’s answering questions if you don’t mind.”

“Y’know what, I’m just going to give you a flyer on this one, Praeteritus,” the Y’bari commander said. “It sounds like you’ve got your hands full, and the last thing I need is one of my soldiers poking around while you’re, ahem, evaluating potential staff. That kind of thing should best be done in private. Anyway, you have a good one, Praeteritus.”

The feed cut off, and as Sketch turned to look at Lara. A few seconds later, she began to laugh and crawled off his lap, shaking her head. “You really have gotten complacent with whatever you used to do when it was just you on this ship, haven’t you?” she said as she moved to sit back down in her pilot’s seat. “One thing you apparently don’t know about the Y’bari is that they are terrified of public displays of affection. They’ll do damn near anything to avoid it, for fear of being ‘contaminated.’ The rumor is that if a Y’bari sees or encounters too much intimate contact between individuals, there’s a chance of ‘corruption’ and that’s where P’nox come from. That where our P’nox comes from?”

“It’s something like that.”

“Anyway, if you need to, you can usually steer them off with a bit of hot action, or even just the threat of having some,” Lara said with a playful wave.

“And if they’d have called your bluff?”

“Oh, I wasn’t bluffing,” she said confidently. “I’d have had Jez on her knees sucking you off while you were talking the officer through the manifest before they’d even started looking at the storage bays. They wouldn’t have lasted two minutes.”

“I won’t tell your wife you were offering her up like a sacrifice to buy us some time, but that was good thinking on your part.”

“Oh, you should tell her,” Lara said smugly. “She’s itching to take a run at you. Not saying I wouldn’t mind having a go myself.”

“…Are you serious?”

“Look, Sketch, I understand you’ve got an old code and a set of ways but Jez and I, we’re polyamorous, and getting some dick on the side?” she scoffed. “Until you get another cock on this ship, you’re the only stand-in we’re going to have on the regular, so you’d better get used to the idea that one or both of us are going to want to take a turn on it every now and again.”

“Don’t I get a say in the matter?” Sketch asked, cocking his head to one side.

“Sure, you can throw us off the ship, or you can say that’s fine,” Lara stated calmly. “Those are your two options.”

“I wasn’t aware that me putting out was a deciding factor.”

“Well, if you get another dude on this ship sooner rather than later, it won’t be. As much. But it’ll still probably be at least some. But c’mon. Nothing wrong with a little free love here and there.”

“What kind of ship am I running?”

“A successful one, it seems,” Lara laughed. “We should be at Reltbex in a few hours. If you want to snag a nap between here and there, Cap’n, it might be for the best.”

It was a good enough idea that when Sketch went to rest, he found himself surprisingly exhausted and just blacked right out on his bed, falling into a deep slumber. He stayed asleep for longer than intended, because when he finally felt Lara’s hand shaking him awake, it was because they were arriving at Reltbex, and they needed him to navigate the complexities of the handoff.

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Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I’m the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.

Chapter 4: Finally, to the Outside World!

Final score: Orc 1, Sofia 24.❤︎

Okay, I didn’t actually just force him down over and over 24 times in that one night; it’s been about three days since I first met my nice orc hubby, and though I’ve been an incredibly insatiable, horny little bunny, he’s been kind enough to rail me silly multiple times a day.❤︎ It’s just, I always end up on top eventually, slamming my pussy down on him over and over, kissing him all over his fucked-silly orc face as his monster tool pounds my brains out. The poor big guy unlocked my maximum whore level after that one time he bred me into a stupor, and… I think he might be regretting it a bit.❤︎

But he’s still just as nice and gentlemanly as ever, making sure to cuddle me and check that I’m okay even after I make him drain his balls dry inside me, and it’s soooo sweet! He even brings back food and water for me; my first meal in a week was some strange yellow berries and a roasted bird I couldn’t name. It tasted like chicken, a welcome flavor, though after he kept bringing back the exact same bird five times a day I got a little sick of it.

Of course, I still ate it; anything my sweet orc catches for me is precious, after all.❤︎

Though, after spending that much time with him, I still know next to nothing about him or this world. At least the slimes haven’t bothered me since then, and I’ve even gone outside with him a few times, but he’s super overprotective; he won’t let me go more than a few meters away from the cave entrance, and he sticks by my side like glue. Which means I’ve been stuck inside that cave for a wholly different reason now.

All that time has taught me a few more things about my body, though.

For one, my pussy seems to be infinitely elastic; no matter how stretched out it gets, it’ll be back to normal within an hour, tight and wet and ready to be plowed open once more.❤︎ I’m also slowly getting used to how sensitive I am, though of course just having the orc’s thick cock in me still makes me cum buckets~❤︎ I don’t think I’ll ever not turn into a sloppy, climaxing pile of meat from the lightest stimulation…❤︎

Second fun fact: apparently my bodily fluids have healing powers? Last night, the orc came back covered in mild scratches, the kind you’d get from tussling with a stray cat. No clue what he was doing to get scratched up like that, but he wasn’t in any pain at all, brushing away my concern and petting my head reassuringly. But those little wounds healed right up while I was drooling all over him as he pounded into me from below, though neither of us noticed in the heat of the moment.❤︎ I’m not sure if that’s a feature of [Plot Armor] or what, but I’m not complaining; it means I get to be a nice, subby little healslut, and that’s just lovely.❤︎

Third, I don’t, uh… poop. Or pee. Whatever I eat must get converted straight to energy or something, because I haven’t felt nature’s call at all and at this point I don’t think I ever will. I was honestly very curious how pissing in particular would work given my two functional urethras, but I guess that’ll just have to stay a mystery forever.

And the last fun fact: my asshole is just as stretchy as my pussy.❤︎ I’ll let you guess how we figured that one out.❤︎❤︎

“Grrgrrm.” The orc’s soft growl rouses me from sleep. It’s morning of the fourth day since I met the orc, a week and a half since I was first dropped into this world. The orc shifts slowly, hugging me tighter to his chest, and I mewl softly, nuzzling against him.

“Morning~❤︎” I say, giggling as I squirm in his grasp. “You really don’t need to restrain me like this every night, you know… What’s wrong with me giving you a nice morning blowie?❤︎”

The orc, of course, still has no idea what I’m saying, though I’m sure he’s very wisely choosing to keep me locked up tight in his arms in case I make a dive for his metaphorical pants. I swear I’m not a hopeless pervert; it’s just, this is my first love, you know?❤︎ I want to make him feel good all the time!

Perhaps a little too good; the cave has gone from a gravel-strewn, dark, cramped hole to… well, that same hole, except it utterly reeks of sex. There’s dried spunk and dripping grool all over the ceiling, the walls, the floor… Thankfully, by luring slimes into the cave, we’ve been able to have them clean up most of the mess, but last night was especially savage, the remnants still letting off the hot, humid musk of debauchery.❤︎

Fuck, I’m so sorry for being such a nasty slut.❤︎

“Grrr.” The orc slowly lets go, petting my head affectionately, though I can’t help but think there’s a bit of caution to his actions. I laugh cheekily, leaning closer for a quick kiss before rolling away and getting up. The cool morning air dances over my bare skin as I stretch, my luscious esenler escort curves and graceful cock catching the light. I can feel his eyes on me, ogling my plump tits, my bubbly buttcheeks, and I giggle, swaying my hips teasingly as I continue my stretches. I’ve been stark naked for the past three days; after he ripped up my clothes that first night together, I haven’t been able to find any alternatives.❤︎

Not that it matters; it’s not like anyone’s going to see me, anyway…

“Nm?” The orc suddenly shoots to his feet, the ground rumbling under his heavy footsteps. In one massive stride, he closes the distance from where he was laying to the entrance of the cave, peering out with a deep, rumbling growl.

“Eh? Is something out there?” I ask, peeking around his thigh. The heck? Did I raise a flag? I’d thought only slimes lived around here at first, until I met my fuckbuddy; now I’m wondering if there’s gonna be another orc coming by. Another big, hunky, gentle, fat-cocked orc…❤︎

Oh, fuck, I’m a terrible lover.❤︎

“Grrrrr…” The orc doesn’t seem like he’s expecting friendly company. Baring his tusks, he gently waves his hand at me, indicating that I should go deeper into the cave. I pause before giving him a nod; I know better than anyone how weak I am. Scurrying into the shadows, I grab my blade (still useless as ever, the dumb thing) and hold it up; at the very least, if things end up looking really bad, I can swing it around wildly and cause chaos.

The minutes tick by in silence, the orc fixing his gaze on something far in the distance. Or, wait, no, he’s sniffing the air, his snout twitching as he lowers his frame, crouching like a hunter. I strain my ears, trying to pick up some indication of what he’s tracking, but all I can hear are the soft whispers of wind in the leaves.

“… I was thinking… grocer’s…”

I flinch, blinking in shock. English! I just heard English! Very faint and broken up and so far away I can only make out little snippets, but that’s definitely English!

“… don’t… make something?”

“… with it! I can…”

“… distinctly… dark matter…”

“… dark matter?! It… POTATO SALAD!”

……… What the fuck are they talking about?

I tilt my head, slowly sneaking up to the orc; whoever they are, they don’t sound all that dangerous. The orc gives me a glance, looking just as puzzled; though he probably can’t understand them, the carefreeness in their tones must be catching him off guard. From their voices, they seem to be a man and a woman, arguing over… lunch, I guess?

This deep in a forest?

They mentioned something about a grocer… Could it be I’ve been super close to civilization this whole time…?

“For the last time, I refuse!” It’s the man’s voice; I can hear him more clearly now. He must be getting closer. “We have pre-made meals, why not just eat those?!”

“Do I need a reason to want to cook?!” The woman’s voice. There’s a rough quality to the way she talks, a sort of alto-pitched, fierce growl that contrasts the man’s lower, more mumbly speech.

“I… I guess not, but I fear for my stomach.”

“Look, last time was an exception, okay?!”

“Uh-huh. And I suppose the times before that were also exceptions, then?”

“That’s–! Ngah, shut up!”

“Was this Eliz’s idea? I bet it was. Always going on about how you’re not feminine enough, even though you’re this cute…”

“Ugyah?! Don’t just say that out of nowhere!”

“Why are we even discussing this now, anyway? Come on, we’re getting close. Focus up.”

“Hey! Don’t change the topic!”

“No, seriously, we’re like right on top of the place…”

With a rustle, two figures step from the tree line into the little clearing in front of the cave. As I suspected, it’s a man and a woman… though there’s several things I feel like I need to point out.

The man looks to be around 180cm, maybe a little shorter, dressed in a raggedy set of linen with worn and scratched up leather armor fastened over top. His hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, flat on one side and sticking up crazily on the other, colored an inky black that turns a soft brown when the light catches it. But it’s his eyes that really draw my attention: they’re bright pink. Not like, he’s got an eye infection pink; no, his irises are colored like Barbie doll lipstick, practically glowing with how saturated they are. They stand out starkly against his pale skin, two iridescent gemstones embedded in his face, sweeping over to look at the orc.

“Kya?!” The woman blushes bright red to the tips of her… ears…? She’s got wolf ears, the furry triangles sticking straight up from her head as she covers her face in mortification. Ah, she’s seen the orc’s thick penis. An understandable reaction.❤︎

Her ears are colored a deep crimson like the rest of her hair, which falls in a wild tumble down her back, bayrampaşa escort really cementing that wolfy image. She’s shorter than the man, maybe around 165cm, but strapped across her back is the biggest hammer I’ve ever seen: a gargantuan hunk of ornate metal affixed to a long, gilded shaft, glimmering silver and gold and decorated all over with motifs of wings and flames. In contrast to that very visually dense weapon, her armor is much like the man’s, well-worn leather strapped to her slender, modest frame, emphasizing function over form. The mismatch between her simple attire and that legendary-class-looking weapon is almost comical, and oooh she has a tail!❤︎ It’s sticking straight up, all bushy and trembling as she turns fully around, refusing to look at the orc.

“A Yorgthar… What’s it doing in this forest?” The man mutters, carefully raising his hands, palms out toward the orc. I see his foot sliding in a circle over the ground, leaving a glowing trail in its wake. Magic? Magic! He’s a wizard!

The orc… or wait, the man called him a “Yorgthar?” I’ll stick with orc. The orc rises to his feet, sensing the hum of danger in the air, growling as he takes up a fighting stance. The man flinches a little, his eyes darting to the orc’s massive rod, his face twisting as he recoils slightly. “Fucking hell, put that thing away!” he says with a grim chuckle, light gathering between his palms. “God, I’m gonna have to pour holy water in my eyes after this… Arryl, are you gonna back me up or what?”

“F-filthy!” The wolf girl, apparently named Arryl, whimpers, refusing to turn around. “I’m not looking at that thing! Nope, nope, nope! You deal with it!”

“Arryl, I’m unfortunately way out of my depth here… Yorgs are magic resistant, you know?”

“Nrgg…” Arryl slides the hammer from her back, swinging that massive thing like it weighs as much as a feather, turning around to face the orc. “Fine…!!”

“… Arryl, you have to open your eyes to see your enemy, no?”

“It’s fine! I can tell where he is! I don’t need to look, I can smell… smell…… Uweeggghhh…”

“Uh-huh. He smells like he’s been busy.”

“Fuck, gross, gross, grossss!!” Arryl’s grip on her weapon tightens, her knuckles turning white as she keeps her eyes shut tight even while swinging that hammer up over her head. “NGAAAHHH, DIIIEEEEEEE!!!”

It happens in an instant.

One moment, I’m being dragged along by their conversation, their bantering disarming in its casualness. The orc also looks unsure what to do, braced for a fight but seeing his enemies quip at each other while only half paying attention to him.

That all changes when Arryl’s form blurs before my eyes, vanishing and reappearing high up in the sky, her hammer shining in the morning light, all its decorative highlights making it look like it’s wrapped in burning flames. She moves so fast I swear she’s teleporting; but an instant later, a boom hits my ears, a crater denting into the earth where she had been standing moments ago.

Did she just jump so hard the ground erupted…?

At the same time, the man slams his hands together, glowing chains lashing out from the ground to ensnare the orc before the big guy can even blink. Time slows to a crawl as I watch Arryl descend, that hammer arcing through the sky, the orc straining against his magical bonds to try and raise his arms for a block.

It’s clear the magic chains aren’t strong enough to hold him; but, they slow him down just enough.

CLAAAAAAANGGGG!!!!

“Uwaaah?!!” Arryl didn’t know what happened; her hammer fell with perfect accuracy, aiming for the Yorg’s unprotected skull, the chains keeping him defenseless just long enough for her to cave his head in. But instead of the crunch of bone, she hit something metallic, the force of that impact blowing her away as a shockwave ripped over the surroundings, trees bending at ninety degrees and snapping from the pressure. Her partner was slammed backward, disappearing into the bushes with his legs sticking out, his magic shattering moments before Arryl hit the ground with a heavy thump.

“Oooff!!” Using the momentum of her impact, Arryl flips backwards, landing on her feet, her arms shaking as she clutches her weapon. [Meteoria] is her pride and joy, a rare weapon she discovered in the deepest level of a dungeon, capable of shattering mountains and crushing dragon skulls; and it was countered so hard she felt as if her arms would be ripped off.

What was that? What had just happened?!

I… I’m asking the same questions.

I stand in front of the orc, my blade humming as I point it at Arryl, the graceful steel glowing with a faint silver light. Before I knew what I was doing, I had jumped up, swinging my blade at her approaching hammer, my weak body somehow not instantly mashed into Sofia pudding as I deflected that blow with only one thought in mind: I’m not letting my hubby arnavutköy escort die.❤︎ Don’t ask me where the burst of speed, strength, or swordplay proficiency came from; I have no clue, and there’s no popups annoyingly filling my vision this time to tell me.

“W-woah…” I mumble, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my eyes meeting Arryl’s ruby-red irises. She stares at me, frozen in place, mouth agape as if her brain’s short-circuited.

Oops, that’s right; I’m stark naked, my cum-stained body on full display, my tits bouncing as they settle, my cock dangling heavy between my legs.❤︎

“Uwah-! Um-!!” I quickly hide my delicates, blushing bright red, as Arryl opens and closes her mouth like a gaping fish. Her face is as red as her hair, her eyes flicking between me and the orc, probably imagining all the wild shit we did together…❤︎

“Guhaaahh!!” The man bursts up from the bushes, his legs flailing as he struggles upright, his bedhead now matted with leaves and twigs. “What the fuck? Arryl, are you alright–?!” His eyes land on me. “Oh. Holy shit. Hi there. Fuck, you’re erotic.”

“ZEN!!!” Outrage, embarrassment, shock, confusion, Arryl’s voice carries it all as she launches herself in a circle, swinging her hammer at her partner (Zen?) at full force. Another explosion blasts through the clearing, wind whipping my hair out of my face as a dust cloud erupts around those two, the very air tearing apart at the sheer power of that strike.

Did… Did she just kill him…?

“Woah, woah, woah!!” The dust clears slowly, revealing a shining blue half-dome, Zen crouching inside with his hands over his head. “Shit, I’m sorry, it was a natural response! Look, sometimes a man just has to say what he’s– GAAAAAHHH!!!!”

“I–!! You–!! Ngggaaaahh!!!! What the fuck is happening?!!” Arryl beats at Zen’s shield with every word, that massive hammer detonating against his barrier; it’s a miracle that flimsy-looking dome hasn’t shattered to pieces. “I thought this was supposed to be a simple mission, Zen!!! Simple!!! Mission!!!”

“None of this is my fault, is it?!” Zen shrieks, cowering in the dome. “Stop, stop, you’re gonna seriously break it!! This was an expensive charm!!!”

I exchange a glance with the orc, who looks utterly flabbergasted by the display. Clearing my throat, I say, “Um, m-maybe you should calm down…”

Arryl whirls on me, her eyes glinting with rage, though that bubbling anger instantly flickers out, replaced with pure shame as she rips her eyes away from my nude form. “Why are you naked?! And that… that white stuff… Gaaah, don’t tell me, I don’t want to knoooowwww!!!” She collapses to the ground, covering her ears, her tail poofed up to the maximum as she whimpers. “My eyes… My poor eyes…”

Slowly, cautiously, Zen deactivates his barrier, standing and brushing the debris from his hair. “Okay. Welp. This isn’t a fight we can win, is it?” He turns to me. “Thankfully, you seem, uh, conversable. State of dress notwithstanding. Hi there. I’m Zen.”

“Uh, Sofia. Sofia Omnis.” I shy away from his gaze, and a second later, I feel the orc’s rough hand gripping my arm, pulling me behind him to hide my shame.

“A pleasure.” Zen eyes the orc, then me. “Are you two, uh… lovers…?”

“You could say that…” I say, my voice coming out high-pitched and squeaky with boiling hot embarrassment. It’s one thing to be a good, subby little slut for my orc hubby; it’s another thing to blatantly show this very human-looking man that I take 16 inches of monster cock on the daily and enjoy it.❤︎

“Well, see, we’re adventurers, me and Arryl there.” He gestures at Arryl, who’s still covering her ears and muttering something that sounds like a chant. “We’re on a mission to investigate some weird shrieking noises that have been cropping up around here for the past week or so. Like, super loud, wailing female screams. Like, really, really fucking loud. Like–“

“GYAAAHH!! Stop, stop, I get it!!!” I bury my face in my hands, adopting a pose much like Arryl’s. “Y-yes, that was me, okay?! I didn’t realize there were people listening… Or rather, why are you only showing up now?!!”

“Oh, see, investigation missions like this don’t pay much at all, especially since we’re not looking for a missing person or anything. Just checking out some weird noises. And since the pay’s low, nobody wants to take the mission, but I’m kind of a weirdo who likes stuff like this, which is why I dragged Arryl along for a quick morning trip.”

“Really wish you didn’t…” Arryl whines, her voice muffled.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, but we were just investigating some screaming. How was I supposed to know the source was… well, this?” He gestures at me and the orc.

“I’m so sorry…” I mumble, blushing even harder.

“Ah, you don’t have to apologize!” Zen waves his hands. “I suppose it’s our fault for interrupting your little… arrangement. Or, rather, just to make sure, this is a consensual sort of thing, yes? No, like, forced confinement and breeding going on?” Zen tilts his head, shooting the orc a suspicious look.

“Y-yep! I’m the one who jumped on him!” I say quickly, before my brain catches up with what just came out of my mouth and my face explodes with heat.

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Note from the author:

Hello fellow readers and writers! Please note that this story is a slow burn – quite the departure from the only other story I’ve ever published on here. Don’t expect anything sexual until like…Chapter 4? I apologize in advance to people looking for a quick release.

I do hope though, that the payoff will be good. That’s the plan anyway. And I do also have to say it’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve just recently picked it up again, so go easy on me – I’m out of practice!

Finally, I want to include a warning before anyone gets committed: eventually, once things get saucier, there WILL be themes of non-consent (but not in this chapter!), hypnotism, corruption, all that good stuff. And ahh, no way, the story is built around a naive girl in dystopian Japan? Ahh, what a coincidence. Not indicative of my fetishes, I swear.

Either way, I hope you enjoy.

***

The news of Nakamura Sachiko winning the Fujiwara Corp Sponsorship Program had spread like wildfire through the small town of Naoshima.

Sachiko, known affectionately as Sachi to her family and friends, walked home from school through narrow lanes between a long stretch of paddy fields, cherry blossom trees dotted symmetrically on either side. She loved this path – it was just flat and open enough to show the ocean’s infinite horizon, but also far away enough that the salty humidity didn’t frizzle her hair.

She wasn’t alone in this. Almost all her classmates who lived in this direction would take detours that doubled their commute as long as it meant they could walk the gorgeous route.

But still, Sachi walked alone most of the time. She’d always been considered a bit of an oddity – the girl who loved books more than anything, who spent her free time lost in the pages of fictional worlds rather than gossiping with friends – and neither her modest appearance nor lack of fashion sense helped at all. Not that Sachi cared one bit.

But all of a sudden, she’d practically become a local, no, national celebrity: the girl who had brought honor to Naoshima.

“Sachi-chan!” A voice called out from behind her. She turned to see Yumi, one of the few classmates who considered her a friend, jogging to catch up. Yumi was a chatterbox, always eager to share the latest gossip.

“Sachi-chan, I heard you’re going to be in the next town hall meeting,” she said, slightly out of breath. “They want to show you off to the bigger districts. Your picture’s even in the local paper!”

Sachi sighed internally. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention – and in truth, it wasn’t all good to have. She even had to change her phone number just a few weeks ago after a classmate had shared it with the media. Overnight, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, with attempts to contact her through every personal channel she had.

“Yeah, I heard something about that,” Sachi said, trying to keep her voice casual. She spotted her house up ahead, a modest wood-framed building with a traditional thatched roof.

“I’m glad you stayed true to yourself all these years,” Yumi smiled. “People were mean to you. But look at you now, you’ll do amazing things!”

Sachi blushed at Yumi’s praise. She’d always been kind, kinder than she had to be. “Thanks, Yumi. I’ll do my best.”

They caught up for a while longer, chatting excitedly about the upcoming end of their senior year of high school, what adulthood might be like, how quickly things were changing.

“I can’t believe you’ll be gone so soon,” Yumi said after a brief moment of silence. A coy grin formed on her lightly freckled face. “Have you said bye to Namida sensei?”

“Ugh, not you too,” Sachi groaned. Since Sachi had been seen walking home with him, the rumors had become unending. “I can’t help that he’s my neighbor, can I?” She knew it was hopeless at this point – but she always gave the same answer when people teased her.

Yumi giggled, “I know, I know. But in all seriousness, you don’t have even the slightest crush on him? I mean, most of the girls in our class do!”

And objectively, Sachi could see why. Namida sensei was, in a word, smart. He looked it, sounded it, and his presence made you feel it – but never in a condescending way. She had just never thought of him in that light.

“The thing is, my mom has invited him over to our home so many times that he’s become like an older brother to me,” Sachi pondered. “I’m just thankful he’s truly helped me a ton in literature class.”

“Sure, sure,” Yumi waved her hands at Sachi dismissively, playing further into the joke.

“Honestly, I think my mom has a crush on him.”

Yumi’s eyes bulged, laughing with glee. It was true – most of Naoshima’s mothers often brought Namida sensei more food and fruit than he knew what to do with. Even more, he would donate it to the local orphanage, where volunteer güngören escort rates from middle-aged housewives had tripled since his arrival at the start of the school year.

“Well sure, but I still think there could be something between you two,” Yumi managed after her fit of laughter.

After a little more prodding and denying between them, they’d reached Sachi’s turn off the road. Yumi beamed at her, “See you next Monday!”

Sachi waved goodbye, watching Yumi go on her way. Sachi’s thoughts had already wandered back to Yumi’s initial comments about Sachi’s newfound national attention. She was glad for Yumi’s support, truly, but Sachi couldn’t help but feel like a fraud. She hadn’t done anything extraordinary, just studied hard and, well, gotten lucky.

The house was quiet when she stepped inside, her mother likely still at the local café helping out. Sachi dropped her bag by the door and greeted her father at his shrine before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. Her reflection in the window caught her eye – the same long, straight black hair, the same faded uniform. The only thing different was the expectation hanging in the air.

Sachi leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a long sip of water. She was about to set the glass down when she heard the front door creak open.

“Sachi, you’re home,” her mother called out, shuffling in with a tired smile. “How was school?”

“It was fine, mom,” Sachi replied, watching as her mother hung up her apron and washed her hands. “Just the usual.”

Her mother, Yumi, was a small and slightly round woman with kind eyes that mirrored Sachi’s own. She had always been supportive, encouraging Sachi’s love for books and learning. Though she too was well aware of her daughter’s reputation – it couldn’t be helped in a town of 3000 people – she didn’t worry. After all, Sachi had her small group of close friends.

“You know, I was talking to Mrs. Kobayashi at the café today,” her mother continued, drying her hands on a towel. “She said that Mr. Tanaka from the town council is very interested in your progress. He might even come to your graduation ceremony.”

Sachi nodded, feeling a familiar tension in her shoulders. “That’s nice, Mom,” she said, trying to keep her voice even.

The last thing she really wanted was more attention from the town council.

Her mother paused, studying Sachi’s face. “You seem a bit stressed, Sachi. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

Sachi took a moment to think. She wanted to tell her mother about how overwhelmed she felt, about the sudden pressure and the endless parade of town meetings and interviews. But she also didn’t want to worry her mother. “It’s just… a lot, Mom. I’m trying to keep up with my studies and this new life. It’s a bit overwhelming.”

Her mother nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I know it is, sweetheart. But remember, you’re not alone in this,” her mother said, reaching out to squeeze Sachi’s hand. “Maybe I could invite Satoshi-san to dinner – you enjoy his company, don’t you?”

Sachi rolled her eyes at her mother, grinning. “Not as much as you do mom,” she replied. But she was grateful for the distraction. Steadying herself with deep breaths, Sachi could feel her spirits lifting. She could do this – she had to do it. She thanked her mother, and retreated to her room of shelves full of books and familiar posters. She sat down at her desk, her fingers resting on a random book’s bookmark that she’d inserted, more out of habit than a desire to read.

Her phone chimed, a message from Himawari. Sachi smiled, opening the chat.

**Himawari:** Hey Sachi, sorry I’ve been MIA lately. Busy with… stuff. How’s life treating you, celebrity? 🤩

Sachi chuckled, typing back with a grin.

**Sachi:** Busy with ‘stuff’, huh? That sounds mysterious. And celebrity life is just as glamorous as you’d imagine. 😂 How about you? What’s been keeping you so busy?

Sachi hit send and waited, her fingers tapping lightly on her desk. Himawari had always been her rock and partner in crime for all the small-town adventures. But lately, she’d been vague about her activities, responding to Sachi’s messages with cryptic texts or postponing their usual hangouts.

The response came quickly, but it was as vague as ever.

**Himawari:** Just some new opportunities I can’t really talk about yet. You know how it is, Sachi. 😉 But I promise, once I can, I’ll spill all the tea! ☕️

Sachi raised an eyebrow, smiling at Himawari’s typical evasiveness. She knew her friend well enough to know it was probably for her own sake.

Himawari was her opposite in almost every way: extroverted, athletic, the heart of every social gathering. She was always doing something or another with someone, yet she’d always make time for Sachi.

**Sachi:** merter escort Alright, alright. But remember, you owe me a detailed debrief. 🤓

**Himawari:** Deal! 😄 Now, enough about me. How’s the fame treating you? Getting used to all the attention?

Sachi was grateful for the familiar banter.

**Sachi:** It’s been… interesting. Lots of meetings and interviews. I feel like I’m on never-ending tour duty.

**Himawari:** Hah! Just wait until you hit the big city. Naoshima is like a quiet little bubble compared to the mainland.

Sachi tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. She wasn’t aware Himawari had been.

**Sachi:** Oh really? What makes you say that?

Himawari’s reply came with a slight pause, as if she was choosing her words carefully.

**Himawari:** Well, I’ve heard things from… some friends who moved away. It’s just… different. More crowded, more competitive. But also more opportunities, you know?

Sachi nodded to herself, even though Himawari couldn’t see her. *

*Sachi:** I guess that makes sense. I’ve been so focused on adjusting to everything here that I haven’t really thought about what’s next.

**Himawari:** That’s understandable. But hey, you’ll do great. You always do. 💪

Sachi felt a warmth spread through her at Himawari’s confidence.

**Sachi:** Thanks, Hima. I needed that pep talk.

**Himawari:** Anytime, Sachi. That’s what best friends are for. 😊

Sachi smiled, her thumb hovering over the screen before she hit send.

**Sachi:** Speaking of best friends, when can we hang out again? It’s been too long.

There was a brief pause before Himawari replied.

**Himawari:** I’d love to, Sachi, but I’m swamped this week. How about we plan something for the weekend?

Sachi felt a slight twinge of disappointment but hid it behind a casual reply.

**Sachi:** Sure thing.

Let’s plan something fun. Maybe a trip to the hot springs?

**Himawari:** That sounds perfect! I could use some relaxation. I’ll check my schedule and let you know. 😊

Sachi smiled, feeling a little better already. **Sachi:** Great! Looking forward to it. Talk soon!

**Himawari:** Bye, Sachi! 🤗

Sachi set her phone down, drifting lazily back to her desk. She picked up a framed photograph of her and Himawari from their childhood, their faces smeared with ice cream and laughing uncontrollably. The memory felt like mere days ago. A cozy reminder of when their biggest concern was who had the best tree to climb in the local park.

As she returned the photo to its place, her eyes fell again onto the thick, textured navy blue envelope that held the piece of paper that changed her life. Sachi still felt it surreal that such a flimsy thing, no matter how beautifully packaged, could have the impact it did. Inside the envelope was the letter from Fujiwara Corp, addressed to her in bold, professional lettering, the letter that put her on an entirely new path.

Sachi picked it up, her fingers tracing the envelope’s sharp edges, its every imperfection memorized. Before long, she touched the letter seal with her thumb, its adhesive releasing with her biometric confirmation, and read the letter once again.

[February 2nd, 2543]

Miss Sachiko Nakamura

1212, Naoshima-cho, Kagawa-gun

Naoshima, Kagawa Prefecture

761-3110

Subject: Invitation to the Fujiwara Corp Annual Student Convention & Scholarship Award Ceremony

Dear Miss Nakamura,

It is with immense pleasure and distinct honor that I, on behalf of the Board of Directors and the entire Fujiwara Corporation, extend this formal invitation to you to attend the prestigious Fujiwara Annual Student Convention. This distinguished event will be held at our corporate headquarters in Tokyo.

The Annual Student Convention serves as a premier platform where Fujiwara Corp proudly showcases its most promising scholarship recipients. Your exceptional academic achievements, demonstrable potential, and commitment to excellence have distinguished you as an outstanding candidate, and we are delighted to recognize you among this select cohort.

Attendance at this convention signifies an acknowledgment of your current accomplishments and marks the commencement of a guaranteed and accelerated career trajectory within the Fujiwara Corporation, commencing upon your graduation from high school.

Furthermore, as a chosen scholarship recipient, Fujiwara Corporation is pleased to offer full funding for your tertiary education at any accredited university of your choosing. While this freedom of choice is absolute, we find that esteemed recipients invariably elect to attend the globally renowned Fujiwara University. Its state-of-the-art campus, situated adjacent to our corporate headquarters, provides unparalleled synergy between zeytinburnu escort academic pursuits and practical internship experience within Fujiwara Corp, an advantage that discerning students readily recognize and embrace.

The convention will feature insightful presentations, networking opportunities with Fujiwara Corporation’s executives and industry leaders, and culminate in the official Scholarship Award Ceremony where your achievements will be publicly celebrated.

We eagerly anticipate welcoming you to Tokyo and formally celebrating the bright future that awaits you with Fujiwara Corporation.

Sincerely,

Hiroshi Sato

Director of Talent Recognition And New Candidate Engagement

Fujiwara Corporation

Tokyo, Japan

Sachi’s eyes took in every word with the same excited deliberateness she’d had the first time she received it, her excitement still growing even this umpteenth round of reading it. It was as if she still had to convince herself it was real.

“Sachi-chan, dinner’s ready!” Her mother’s voice echoed from the kitchen, snapping Sachi back to reality. She quickly folded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope, setting it aside for later.

“Coming, Mom!” she called out, standing up and stretching.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach. The convention was a huge deal, and she knew that her attendance would be expected. It was a chance no one ever turned down for the simple fact that each and every one of these scholarship winners would go on to live successful, lavish lives – and they would be able to bring the same to their families and loved ones. Like her father did.

“You look like you’re a million miles away,” her mother commented as Sachi took her seat at the dinner table.

Sachi smiled, returning to the moment. “Still thinking about the future.” She thanked her mother, taking the steaming bowl of noodles she had placed in front of Sachi. The shio ramen her mom made was the best, its comforting scent easing her agitations.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” her mother asked, sitting down across from her. “To think about what lies ahead?”

Sachi nodded, twirling her chopsticks in the noodles. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s also a bit scary. There’s so much to consider and plan for.”

Her mother reached out, placing a hand over Sachi’s.

“You know, your father used to say that the scariest things are often the most rewarding. If you’re scared, it means you’re doing something right!”

Sachi felt a lump form in her throat, her mother’s words resonating deeply. She remembered her father’s stories, his encouragement to always seek new adventures and experiences – how he always accredited his own Fujiwara scholarship win to his youthful cheek. It was part of what had driven her to apply for the Fujiwara Corp Sponsorship Program in the first place.

“I know, Mom,” Sachi said softly, “And I know he’s right. I just have to remember that.”

Her mother smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting pride and remembrance. “That’s my girl. He’d be so proud of you, Sachi.”

Sachi felt her father’s presence in that moment, as if he were there, encouraging her with his gentle smile and steadfast belief in her abilities.

After dinner, Sachi retreated to her room, the letter from Fujiwara Corp once again safely in its envelope.

She pulled out her laptop and opened up her research of the convention, going over her notes about the schedule, the speakers, and the other recipients who would be attending. This had become a nightly ritual since receiving the letter, a way to control her excitement.

By now, despite her anxieties, she’d mostly felt confident about how well she would stack up against all the other sponsorship winners. She knew she wouldn’t be the best, but she wasn’t afraid of a little academic competition. Rather, it was exciting. She’d be in the one place in Japan where all the smartest, the most capable, were gathered.

She thought gleefully about the day of her arrival. It would also be a chance to rebrand herself. Though she didn’t mind the reputation she had, she thought it would be a fitting opportunity to try something new – she was heading onto an entirely new path after all. Sachi hummed happily, imaging how she might greet her new peers. Then, her stomach plummeted.

Her eyes steered heavily toward her wardrobe. All she had was an old collection of simple clothes that really just fit her needs, from her faded school uniforms, to modest, comfortable clothing most girls in her small rural town would wear.

But for her visit to Fujiwara, well… I would need something different, something that reflected the new chapter in her life, Sachi thought. It was strange being excited by clothing, but a visit to the local boutique in Naoshima might be in order.

Sachi sighed, thinking of the days when her biggest fashion worry was whether her socks matched. Now, she had to consider image, impact, and put more thought into how her clothing made up who she was. What a strange, strange, very strange world, she thought.

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Indra – king of the Devas, god of all weather

The Trimurti – the three main dieties of Hinduism

Vishnu – the god of preservation

Shiva – the god of destruction

Brahma – the god of creation

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Lakshmi – consort of Vishnu – the goddess of wealth and purity.

Parvati – consort of Shiva – the archetypal mother goddess and fertility image

Saraswati – consort of Brahma – the goddess of education, creativity, and music

Indrani – wife of Indra, queen of the Devas

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Rama – discusses duties, rights and social responsibilities of an individual also an avatar of Vishnu

Sita – consort of Rama – avatar of Lakshmi

Kali – goddess associated with time, change, creation, power, destruction and death, consort of Shiva

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Ganesha – a god of wisdom, and the remover of all obstacles.

Buddi – consort of Ganesha intelligence, wisdom, or intellect.

Kertikeya – major god of war

Devasena – goddess of aspiration, consort of Kertikeya

Yama – God of death

Dhumorna – consort of Yama

Chandra – god of the moon, plants and vegetation

Rohini – main consort of Chandra, the red goddess

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“In that case, can you find him, bring him here?” Indra asked.

“I could for now, though he’d be far more angry than he is right now. That I could handle, you no. I am afraid he’d destroy you and this realm. I can speak to him, though it is you that has angered him the most. You are going to have to apologize to him and mean it, if not? Then forget it, Ephus explained.

Indra’s face got angry again, causing Ephus to sigh again. “You want me to apologize to him?”

Ephus’ eyes narrowed at Indra, “you are about ten seconds from me leaving and saying screw you. You’re almost as bad as Zeus was, that, was a stubborn god.”

Indra’s anger drained almost as fast as it had appeared. “I will accept all and any help that you can provide.” This time Indra’s head was slightly bowed. It’s about time, Ephus thought.

Now Ephus thought I just have to find him and get him to listen. I need to get him as far away from people as I can. After a few minutes, he found me, though at the time I didn’t know it.

Nor did I know that he could feel just how pissed off at him that I was. Yeah, I was as mad as I could be at my supposed father and the bastard god that had rejected everything I had done.

I was still running, though now I was on foot trying to get out of the old neighborhood. When I made it I was damn near exhausted, though I was further into the city. Great out of the crapper and straight into the septic tank.

I finally caught a ride to the city edge, at least now, not as many would be killed if the Danavas attacked me. I just hoped that they didn’t it’d be a beacon to all the rest of them.

So, I was out of the city, though nowhere far enough for me. It appeared that all of the gods and I guess demons if that’s what you could call them.

I know for a fact that they were pissed as hell that I had managed to kill three of them. I mean, come on, I don’t really care if they weren’t alive if I killed them.

Yeah, so here I was this supposed demi-god. It appeared that all the Hindu gods were pissed at me as well as the Hindu demons. I had no family, especially that no account, supposed father of mine.

I could understand that mom never told him about me. As close as they were, how did he have no idea? Oh, mom was damn good at hiding things, so, OK.

He had a thousand things that he had to do, so not a lot of time for me. I immediately stopped my anger growing to new heights, son of a bitch! He hadn’t even tried to connect with me.

Here I thought that family was all to him. Damnit! I hadn’t noticed that my power was starting to grow and leak out.

Neither did I really give a shit as my anger went far beyond before. I think that every one of the demons who showed up learned that instantly.

“Ah, there you are! Prepare to die,” the first one said.

I growled out in a very low voice, “leave why you still can.”

They suddenly took notice when I pointed at five of them, and they burst into flames, then dust.

“What have you done!” One bigger than the other nine said.

“The same I will to you, leave!” I yelled at it, driving from the sky into the ground hard.

My anger by now, was an almost burning heat within me. I pointed toward another five who suddenly weren’t there anymore.

The four of the last five grabbed the biggest one, then vanished. Ah shit! I could feel the gods and goddesses moving toward me. I thought of somewhere else topkapı escort as I let my power drop.

I appeared a hell of a lot further away from the city. Less than a minute later, Kali, Rohini, Indrani, Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva appeared.

All of them were pretty upset that they had missed me again. They could all feel that something had happened here, though they weren’t sure.

Vishnu and Shiva were sniffing the air with shocked looks on their faces. “It appears that several Asuras were destroyed here,” Shiva said. This had all of them shocked.

“Was it Robert?” Kali asked, a look of slight fear on her face.

Shiva went around the area noticing ten little piles of what appeared to be heavy dust. He immediately backed up, staring at the piles.

“I have never seen the destruction of a god or Danavan. Those, those piles are all that is left of ten Asuras,” Shiva said, looking at a very concerned Kali.

“I was afraid that this was going to happen. All of you had doubts about him, no trust at all, to think what he did for all of us. We, myself included, treated him as if he was the most foul thing on this world. I am ashamed of how I treated him, as I am now aware that Rohini and Indrani are,” Kali said, her head down.

Indrani turned towards Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, “we are going after him. We at least have a chance to bring him back. I suggest that you also look though, if you find him, call us. It appears he is far stronger than he ever was,” Indrani said.

A moment later, they all vanished into two groups heading in different directions.

I had no idea what was actually going on except that I had both groups hunting for me. Probably more the demons or whatever they were called, more now that I had destroyed another ten of them.

I was a little worried though, the bigger of them had more power than it had let on. I felt that if I went against it, I wouldn’t come out all that good.

I decided I needed to keep moving, though I was afraid that sooner or later they were going to catch up to me again. I just hoped that I could get far enough away when they killed me that no one else was hurt or killed.

I found a few rides going as long as I could. Finally, I was out in th middle of nowhere, now I thought let them come. What happened next was unexpected.

I had thought I was far enough away and hidden that no one would bother me. I should have known that the sperm donor would find me.

I had just sat down to try and rest a bit when he popped in. Then dear old dad tried to freeze me big mistake.

I was at full power in less than a second, blasting dad across the landscape. “After what, you did you expect me to be happy to see your ass?” I yelled.

Instead of talking, he popped in front of me again with the same result. This time though, I kept the power pouring on as I felt him getting further and further away.

This time he appeared further away, looking a little crispy, and served him right. “I suggest that, unless you want to stay that way, you leave,” I yelled at him.

“I don’t want to fight son, I,” he started.

“I am NOT your son you lost that right when you walked away and didn’t even try to find me. No, thank you, I went through enough pain and horror without being reminded of it by your presence,” I was almost screaming now.

Ah, shit I thought, I could feel Kali and others drawing close. I started to fade when dad hit me with a bolt that actually tickled or would if I wasn’t pissed.

I was about to try again when Kali and two other females appeared. A moment later, another group of females appeared, they were a mixed group. It seemed Egyptian, Greek, Norse, Japanese and two others.

“Husband,” the Egyptian female said. “What has happened here,” she turned toward me. “Has this one done this to you?”

She released a huge bolt toward me that I just snuffed out, causing shock on her face. All the others shot a bolt at me that I just smacked back at them. All their mouths dropped open before they were knocked off their feet.

I heard dad sigh then helped them off the ground. “Bast, I’d like to introduce you to my first child that, until a week ago, I was unaware of. Yes, before you ask, he is a demi like I am, though he is far more angry than anything else,” he said.

All the females that he helped up had their mouths agape. Then the one he called Bast asked, “husband? Why is he so angry?”

“Apparently, I didn’t help him enough. I was stupid enough to think that he came into this with more knowledge than I had. I was very wrong,” I heard dad say.

I crossed my arms on my chest as I glared at him. “Yeah asshole, you did absolutely nothing for me. I’ve had to put up with pissed off gods and goddesses,” I yelled.

I felt three soft pairs of hands touch me as I whirled, then was shocked to see Kali, bağcılar escort Rohini, and Indrani. They all had a look of almost fear and something else.

“We were not mad, as you said, Robert. We have been trying to find you so we could apologize to you,” Kali said.

The two goddesses that were with her were nodding their heads vigorously. I could only look at them with my mouth hanging open.

“Apologize? To me? Why in the hell do I doubt that? You sided with that pompous ass of a head god. He is the one that should have apologized, though I know that isn’t about to happen. I have seen his type before you’d, you damn near have to kill him before he’d learn,” I told them.

A huge blast bounced off me, heading toward dad. As I thought, it just fizzled out when it hit him.

“Who the hell are you calling pompous? You are the one that thinks they are better than any of us. Someone should teach you a lesson,” Indra yelled.

I could feel the heat of my power growing higher as my anger rose to new heights.

“OK prick, teach me if you dare,” I said as I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my power double again.

I just smirked as I felt him release a powerful bolt. I waited as he started to grow more and more with the power of his bolts.

Finally, I was growing bored as I shot out a bolt as big as his last one. It pinned him to the ground as I started to push even harder. He was starting to become embedded in the ground as I let him have all my anger.

I felt then heard Indrani whisper in my ear, “Please Robert, I know you are angry. I am already denying him, might this persuade him to think again about all this?”

I only thought a moment, then stopped as I started to laugh. His mate was denying him? Oh shit! Now that was absolutely funny as hell. The problem was that it was far funnier than I should have thought. I actually fell off my feet.

When I finally stopped, I saw that Indrani had just started to extract himself from where he was embedded. To say that he was pissed was an understatement, he was also as crisp as dad had been.

He finally got up and slowly made his way toward me. I wasn’t as mad though I was still at a high power.

He opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to stop him. “Before you start, know that I will end you if I have to. I only stopped thanks to your mate, you owe her so think before you speak,” I told him.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened and closed a few times before he stopped. He then bowed slightly to me, “I can see that I was wrong about you, I,” then he shook his head. “We could use your help,” then he bowed a little again then vanished.

I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. I had felt that, that had been completely sincere. I was still in shock for a few moments when Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva appeared.

This brought me back as I stared at Shiva, who was actually keeping back from me. Huh, I thought, perhaps he has learned also. I waited, then to my amazement, Shiva walked up to me.

“I realize that we got off on the wrong foot. Your sire or whatever he is helped me. I hadn’t realized that I had hurt my mind when Vishnu and I hit each other with those bolts. I wish to be friends, though understand if you do not,” Shiva said, then waited.

“At this moment I am unsure of much. I am more inclined to befriend you than not,” I said, then shocked all and myself shaking his hand.

Shiva just stood there completely in shock. Possibly more in shock than myself, hell the whole situation had me a little out of it.

“OK” I started. “I had sixteen of those demons, I can’t remember what you call them show up. I told them they should leave while they could, they laughed getting me madder. I think they believed me after I blew the second set of five away,” I told them.

All but Shiva had their mouths open as they stared at me. “I thought that was you, yeah I could feel a lot of anger from what was left, which wasn’t much,” Shiva said.

I looked over to where my father was standing with all the female goddesses. I just shook my head obviously he was a goddess magnet.

I could also see that he was deep in conversation with them. They stopped when they noticed that I was looking in their direction.

Dad then put his hand in front of them as he moved toward me. “I apologize that I wasn’t there for you. I grew up differently than you. I lost most of the family after I was grown, my god, had I known of you I would have been there. Your mother never told me, she’d always said that she’d never tell me if she was,” he said.

From what I felt and heard from him, I could actually believe him. What little I remember of mom, she was independent as hell.

“I just need help, you obviously had some type of help with all this, I have nothing,” a clearing throat caught my attention. I looked at halkalı escort Kali and slightly grinned. “OK, I didn’t have that much help, I am lost with what I am doing. Hell I almost blew one of the goddesses up, not good.”

I saw that dad was also smiling, though the females with him were smirking a lot, as was Kali and the two with her.

“Alright, let’s get started,” he said as I sat, and he painstakingly started to go through all he knew. Holy shit I thought after two days there was more to this shit than I thought.

After the first day, all the goddesses that came with him left for a bit, then returned with more than a few children. I could only stare at them, almost all of them had god powers, well all but two.

Dad had a huge smile on his face, “Robert, I’d like to introduce you to your brothers and sisters. All of them are gods and goddesses, except for John and Helen,” he said. He then introduced me to a woman who I thought was human ’til she got close. “This is Dr. Markov, my, was human wife, like us, she is now a Demi.”

I shook her hand, feeling the power throbbing through her. “So you are the son that he said that he felt a year ago. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

I could only shake my head everything was starting to get weird. Dad stayed for a week, showing me everything that he could. I felt I was ready, damn I was wrong.

I finally went back to India. Kali had stayed with me, as had the other two ’til I was ready. I appeared with them near a huge tent that I had left set up. “Don’t you want to go to Svar-loka? After the misunderstanding, you should go,” Kali said.

I just shook my head,” no, I don’t think so. That is his domain even with his words. I know that I am still not welcome there. At least I am not yet, perhaps one day, though not at present.”

Kali was about to speak again when there was a swirling cone of energy that appeared. I felt my anger start to rise when I saw that there were at least thirty demons that appeared.

I didn’t even think, as I destroyed ten of them in no time, this causing the others to scream and throw bolts at us.

I managed to keep them at bay getting another five, though now they were staying on the move. I managed to get another five before they grabbed Rohini and vanished. A moment later, they grabbed Indrani, though that cost them another five.

They were coming after Kali, a big mistake as I was now pissed as hell. They had tried to knock me aside to get to her. Again, a mistake as I took four of the last six.

“So, they weren’t lying about you,” I knew he was trying to distract me as the five appeared again, then were gone.

“Come on you coward, too afraid to fight me? Afraid that you are too weak like the others that are no more?” I said as I took out the last of the first thirty.

The last one, quite a bit bigger than the others, roared as it came at me. Luckily, I was as pissed as I was. When he hit me he bounced off with a pure look of shock and was that fear?

“So,” I said as I taunted him. “You are afraid that is good cause you are about to be no more.” This time it was I that rushed at him, my anger as high as it had been before. As I passed by him, I swiped at it, removing its right arm.

I enjoyed the howls and screams of pain it made as I rapidly hit it again, taking the other arm. I didn’t even notice that I was moving faster and faster as I struck every point on it that I could.

I could see that it was defeated, though I really didn’t give a shit. Finally, I calmed seeing that whatever it was, was ripped to shreds.

I growled in its face the heat of my body and hate burning even its skin. “Where are they? You are about to die, it can be quick, or I can stretch it out for a very long and very painful time.”

The demon started to growl at me before I hit it in the middle of its chest.

“Very slow and painful it is, I said as I started to twist its chest and stumps. Finally, I knew then I put a hand through its chest, pulling out a blackened piece of flesh.

I looked at Kali, “I am going after them, I will get them,” I started.

At that moment, Indra and Chandra appeared shocked at the carnage that was around me. “They took them, didn’t they?” Indra said, to which I nodded. “We are going with you, they are our consorts.” I nodded, then felt others appear.

First, Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva of The Trimurti. A moment later, Kertikeya appeared with more weapons than I thought any being could carry. He had a look of anguish and glee about going into battle.

I noticed a few moments after that, that Yama the god of death was behind him. This made me smile more. I knew that if Yama was as mad as I could see that he was, the demons hadn’t a chance at all.

I thought that Indra was going to take over as he seemed to be a major god here. When he said nothing and walked to me, slightly bowing to me, I knew. “I am going after them, I took thirty-one more of them, so it might help,” I smiled.

Suddenly, all of them had weapons that seemed to appear from nowhere. Oh, yeah, I thought this was going to be bloody as hell.

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Alex woke up first.

He was warm and it wasn’t just the weather. Glancing down, he found that both of the women were laying on top of him. Tess had her head resting gracefully on his shoulders, her fair skin was almost impossibly clean, he found. Charlotte, on the other side, was hugging him tightly. An arm and a leg of the French tomboy were layered on top of him. A mischievous smile had its fitting place on her sleeping face.

He remembered Charlotte falling asleep next to him, but not this close. Tess had been an arm’s reach away. Why were they now…

The memories flooded in with his first conscious breath. Deep heat flooded his lungs, made his morning wood twitch, and heightened his senses toward the pointy nipples that rubbed against him.

Images, crystal clear, and scents filled his thoughts. He remembered their wet and willing pleads, their wanton cries, their submission in mind and soul. He could still taste the moment he claimed Tess’ virginity, the moment he fucked Charlotte like no one else before.

The heat attempted to make him repeat it, to take control. Audibly, he pushed all the air out of his lungs. He tensed up. It was enough to make the women stir.

As soon as they had blinked the sleep out of their eyes, they reacted in much the same way he had. Shocked realization spread on their face. It must have been the fog. All of them knew that. That fog was filling their lungs and loins with heat with every breath!

The trio hastened onto their feet. Breath held, they climbed out, squeezing through the same gap that had given them entrance. Once back in the clear air of the forest, in all of its warm humidity, they panted rapidly, mostly trying to get the remaining heat out of their systems. Alex’s cock was still rock hard.

“What was that?!” Tess wanted to know.

“Some kind of aphrodisiac…?” Charlotte answered, dealing with the situation considerably better than the goth did. No wonder, Charlotte had just added one more to her list of partners, Tess had started hers.

“You… FUCKED us,” Tess emphasized the word in a way that was less accusatory and more a surrender to the fact that no other word could be used to describe what had transpired. “You took my… you came inside me! I can’t get pregnant out here!”

“It’ll be fine,.” Alex’s voice rang with a certainty and authority that exceeded what he felt. Had it always been this deep and even?

The two women took a few more deep breaths, before all of them started to return to a normal pace. “Fuck,” Tess spat out, resting her wrist against his forehead. “It’ll be fine… it will be fine…” she muttered to herself. “…Alright, I’ll believe that.”

“Not much else we can do, is there?” Charlotte tapped over on her toes. The playful gesture belied the caring way she put her arms around the woman nine years her senior.

“No,” Tess agreed and looked up, the calm restored to her eyes. They looked silvery in the little sunray that peeked through the canopy.

Once again, Alex found himself fortunate that he had crashed with professional athletes used to stress and hardship. Albeit that these athletes were all women made things… hard. His cock was still erect, the tip drooling precum. With calm restored, the two women’s eyes wandered to it.

They must have remembered what he had done to them as much as he remembered doing it. Rolled up eyes, tongues lolling out in euphoric bliss, lower lips agape… The images did not let go. How could they?

“It’ll go away,” Alex assured. “I’m not doing anything that you don’t want.”

The two of them nodded. For all that had happened last night, he could not be accused of doing anything unwanted. All of them had lapsed in control and all of them had needed it. ‘Master,’ they had cried. ‘Master!’

“I could make it go away.” Charlotte poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, then laughed. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny you’re clearly… you know, it’s clearly in the way. I’ll try to be less stupid sexy.”

“I doubt you can succeed on the stupid,” Tess stated with a sarcastic drawl. The curvy goth woman put a hand etiler escort on her pale hips.

“You’re right in the sense that I’ll always be sexy.” Charlotte wiggled her hips. Morning rays made the fresh wetness between their legs glisten.

Alex gulped. Charlotte had meant it as a joke, but maybe if he asked assertively enough…

“Will you make it go away?”

The question cut through the banter.

Alex stood there, shoulders back, his height advantage over Charlotte more apparent than ever. She couldn’t have been taller than 1,70 metres. Not tiny, athletes rarely were, but almost a head shorter than he was.

“I can walk it off,” he assured her. “If you don’t want to, I accept that. If you would do this for me, I’d be much obliged.”

Charlotte remained stunned only for one more moment, then a sly smile spread on her pink lips. “Well, I guess I did offer,” she said.

Tess watched the tomboy drop to her knees. There was no judgement in her eyes, just a bit of confusion. “You two have fun,” she said and stepped aside.

“Don’t walk too far away!” Alex cautioned her.

“I won’t!” Tess assured and indeed only walked around one corner. Alex could still see her legs. If anything happened, they would notice.

A kiss to his sack made his attention shift back. “Eyes on me, big guy.” Charlotte pouted. “And I mean big in every sense. Look at this thing!” The foxy woman dragged her tongue up from the base all the way to the underside of his glans. “Tashtesh delicioush,” she slurred past her extended tongue, then wrapped those wonderfully pink lips around the head.

“Fuck, that hits the spot,” Alex groaned, while her nimble tongue swirled around the sensitive member. Little bobs soon filled the forest with lewd sucking sounds. Green eyes stared ahead. The French tomboy was entirely focused on her task.

Instinctively, he put a hand on her head. The sportily short hair was soft under his touch. Neither humid air nor saltwater seemed to have damaged it in any way. Pushing demandingly, he made Charlotte moan first with appreciation – then protest. A hand flat against his groin she resisted and he let go.

“This ain’t my first time but I’m no pornstar,” Charlotte stated, “and you’re not small.” Both of her hands worked the length of his cock to underline the point.

“Just got a little enthusiastic,” Alex apologized. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“…Well, maybe I can push myself a little bit,” the French tomboy said with a lewd grin, and then replaced one hand with her lips. Mouth open wide, tongue aggressively massaging, she pushed herself down. She was less than a third of the way down when the gag reflex kicked in.

Pulling back to a comfortable point, she kept on pumping the length of his shaft, while her head moved in wild, little circles. Once she had recovered, she tried to take him into her throat again. There was a moment of resistance, then something relaxed and he was in. The tightness only lasted for a moment, before she pulled back.

“F-fuck!” she coughed. “Fuck,” she repeated, steadying her breathing with all of the expertise of an olympic swimmer. “Look at this fucking thing!” Charlotte leaned forwards and pressed her face against his cock. Precum smeared into her short, brown hair.

“I am looking at a fuckable thing,” Alex hummed.

Charlotte shuddered at the remark and smirked. “Permission to masturbate, Master?” she asked in a joking fashion. Her hand already wandered between her legs.

“Permission granted,” he said graciously and the fingers curved into her.

Lips wrapped again around his manhood. Much as he would have loved to stand there and watch her try and try again to deepthroat him, between the pumping of her head and the enthusiastic working of his glans, he was not going to last.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

Disappointingly, Charlotte took that as her signal to move her lips away. “Cum with me,” she begged. “Cum with me-e-e-eeeee!”

Her hands finished both of them off. Jets of white seed shot across her trembling features. The pumping first became ]jittery, then stopped altogether. By then, Alex was calming down anyway. Charlotte followed a little bit later.

Alex pushed down his disappointment that she hadn’t swallowed his cum. If she didn’t enjoy the taste, then there was nothing to be done. “Thank you,” he said earnestly. “Much easier to think now.”

“Just remember to walk in front, or that post-nut clarity won’t last five minutes,” Charlotte joked and ripped some of the moss off the nearby ground – the regular, green variety. She used it to wipe her face and hair clean. “Now, let’s try to find breakfast and a place to clean ourselves.”

“Starting to make sense again!” Tess commented loudly from the sidelines.

“Aaaaaah! Alex, there’s a voyeur!”

“Very funny,” the goth drawled sarcastically.

“Funny and correct,” Alex supported the French tomboy. “Let’s get going.”

“Do you know what direction we’re heading?” Tess asked.

“As long as taksim escort the sun rises in the east,” Alex assured. It was, admittedly, hard to make out the direction of the sun rays half the time, with the canopy up above and everything around being forest. “We just have to keep it slow and orient ourselves repeatedly.”

Slow was the name of the game. The ground under their feet consisted almost entirely of roots and the occasional small plant that managed to claim what the trees hadn’t already. It was an up and down, a left to right, and throughout all of that, Alex had to keep looking for what signs of the sun he got.

Fortunately, his internal sense of time was good. Just one of the things a pilot needed.

After nearly two hours of working their way through the jungle, they emerged on a patch of wildberries of some kind, growing around a rushing river. The water had cut a three metre drop into the soil – a drop that someone was crossing at the moment, using only a broad stick they had found. She had her back to them, showing them a cascade of black, wavy hair, long enough to partly cover her shapely ass.

Alex waited until she had crossed the gap before shouting. “Hey!”

The woman twirled around, laid eyes on them, and immediately went back over the narrow stick. She balanced over it and all other obstacles on the way with feline grace, before dropping down in front of them.

She was shorter than Charlotte, had smaller breasts, and a much softer tan. For all of that, the Asian woman before him was no less beautiful. As with all the athletes on that plane, she was slender, fit, and young.

“What a pleasant surprise… Alexander, was it?” she asked.

“Alex, we are hardly in a situation that requires formality.”

A little smile played around her lips at the mention of that. “A silver-lining, if nothing else.” She looked past him and waved. Charlotte waved back, Tess just raised her hand in a short greeting. “Yahui, if you need the reminder,” she said to Alex.

“I did not,” he assured her. He conveniently decided to skip out on the fact that one of the reasons he remembered her name was a strongly worded email by some Chinese officials to not engage with her under any circumstances. “…Weird first question, but how did you lose your clothes?”

“By the time I came ashore, they were already unusable scraps… same story?” The others nodded. “Peculiar.”

“Very peculiar…” Alex wanted to tell her about the other strange happenings too, but first he needed to get to those berries. There was freshwater and breakfast here.

As the three of them ate, Yahui got them up to speed on what she had done. It wasn’t much to tell. She had washed ashore somewhere along the coast, she did not know where exactly, and moved into the forest to get out of the sun. As luck would have it, she came across this river and the berries by nightfall. She had been about to set out in search of someone when the three of them arrived.

“And what did you get up to?” she asked.

“A fair bit,” he answered, then gave a quick summary of it – although he did skip what had happened during the night and in the morning. He did not want to come across as if he was bragging or as if they had gone crazy. He just said that the place they slept in had turned out to be less safe than they thought.

“More berries,” Yahui summarized. “At least there seem to be plenty of edible resources on this island.” She smacked her thighs, creating a distracting ripple, and got up. “Well, I am sticking by you then. At least until we put a camp together.”

Alex nodded. They would have to do that eventually. Under the hopeful assumption that they all had survived and found each other, they would eventually become large enough a group to get a meaningful camp running. The where was a question for then.

“I want to look around here a little bit,” Alex said and gestured at the river. “There’s freshwater here, the most important thing we could ask for.” He pointed at the trench the river had cut. “We can use it for orientation as we go inland, at least until we find the source.” Then he pointed the other way. “Plus, it should empty out into the sea somewhere. Let’s try to find that point. It would make for a good campsite.”

That made sense to everyone involved. Alex took point again and they did their best to follow the water. It was difficult at first, the trench it had made meandering in ways that were difficult to follow thanks to the rest of the unclaimed topography. Gradually, the depth of the trench diminished and so did the strength of the waterflow. The river became a rivulet, flowing over stones rounded by time.

They emerged from the jungle straight onto a perfect camping spot. Two last trees stood together, their broad leaves casting a shade that would last all day. The ground between them was even, the soil firm and, surprisingly, covered in grass. The river was a few metres removed. Only half a metre was now between them and its pitter-patter, but that was enough to fatih escort assure this ground would remain dry.

Past the camping spot was a slice of beach. The slope into the ocean was long and gentle. Anything except for a torrential flood would not reach this spot and if there was one, they’d likely have bigger issues.

The best part was that this spot was easy to find. It was right where the beach met the jungle. There was more shore after a gap of jungle, Alex could see that much across the tiny bay, but for this western part of the island it was optimal. There were berry bushes upstream and to the west as well, so food could be easily gathered.

Alex made sure to mark this spot on his mental map.

“Alright, fearless leader, where to next?” Charlotte asked.

“East,” Alex stated with confidence. There was more coast past just a bit of forest. Maybe the rest were somewhere over there?

“East it is!” the French tomboy stated and grabbed his arm.

“Are they…?” Yahui asked behind them.

“They’re something,” Tess stated.

Alex let them talk. He had omitted the sexual details, but if Charlotte wanted to be more open about it, that was fine with him. The blowjob in the morning had been one of the least odd things to happen so far, all things considered.

They advanced with growing confidence. This part of the jungle wasn’t as dense and they always had the ocean sparkling between the trees as a point of reference. When Charlotte wasn’t tightly attached to his arm, she even dared to race a bit ahead.

“Honestly, this island is pretty great,” Charlotte shouted, balancing on a fallen, moss-covered tree. “If it weren’t for the circumstances, I’d think I got a fantastic vacation!”

“Honestly, this is my idea of a vacation,” Alex shouted back. “Once we get out of here, I can invite you to one of my survival trips! We can bring Selana too!”

“I didn’t realize you were close to the adrenaline junkie!”

“We’re drinking buddies!”

“Not fuck buddies?”

“She doesn’t have those!”

Alex had stopped at the foot of the fallen tree, as he and Charlotte had their little shout-banter. With a smile on his face, he turned left, back to his group. The smile immediately dropped.

“Where is Tess?”

The sole Yahui whirled around, the shock plane on her face. She started to take a step in the general direction they had come from, but Alex gripped her by the shoulder. “She was just behind me!” the Chinese athlete assured. “Two minutes, tops.”

That wasn’t good, but it also wasn’t terrible. “Wait – here,” he stated with absolute certainty. His deep tone got through and she nodded with militaristic certainty. “Keep an eye on each other!”

With that, he carefully advanced back into the bit of forest they had just left. A wall of ferns was his first obstacle.

Much respect as Alex had for nature, that was only when it was not threatening someone he cared about. Grabbed the ferns by the bushel, he ripped them out with precision and all the fury that had driven men to tame the wilds in the first time. Nothing would come between him and his… his… whatever Tess was to him right now!

The brutal strategy worked. Within moments, he had uncovered a piece of soil that was slick and had the markings of someone that had slipped recently. Immediately, he ripped and tore his way through more bushels, swiftly uncovering Tess in her predicament.

The goth had fallen into some kind of puddle of a viscous, clear substance mixed with sand. Whatever it was, it wasn’t immediately harmful, as the very much still alive goth proved, but she was slowly sinking. Luck had it that her nose was still above the surface, but half her mouth was not. She could not shout without taking in a mouthful of sand and this oily substance.

Alex’ eyes darted around the pool. Ferns hid just how far it extended, but Tess was near the edge of it. Were the ferns the origin of the oil or was this just the soil they were adapted to? Questions for later.

Jumping fearlessly over the deathtrap, Alex landed on a bit of dry ground near a young tree. He gripped the trunk with one hand, and reached out to Tess with the other. Their fingers locked. “DO NOT LET GO!” he roared, then pulled.

The grip of the soil was worse than any curl machine Alex had ever worked on. Pulling a boot the weight of a whole person out of a mud pit was hard, incredibly hard. His muscles were as much wired steel as his will at that moment. His arm burned, the tree creaked, but he kept on.

Oily sand squelched. Tess moved up. “Keep going!” she encouraged him, her mouth free. The words were all he needed. Two monumental efforts first freed the rest of her torso, then he wrapped his arm around her waist and he tore her free entirely.

Putting her across his arms like a princess, he sprinted away from the pit. It was sheer savage instinct to get away from the sight of danger and reconnect with the rest of the group. Yahui and Charlotte breathed easier when they surfaced again from the ferns.

Breathing heavily, Alex looked down at Tess. Oil stuck to every part of her, save the upper half of her face and the hand that he had first grasped. It formed a slick, translucent layer, as if she had just started an expensive massage. Her grey-silver eyes beheld him with deep veneration.

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***

In her dreams, her father’s dead body was propped up on his throne, still bleeding from the gaping wound in his throat. “Why did you leave me, my daughter?” he moaned, reaching out his hand. Then Horan’s face swam before her, laughing evilly. He brandished a knife and ran towards her, and she tried to scream but couldn’t.

Amali struggled awake, gasping for air. She tried to slow her breaths, reminding herself that it was just a dream. Soon enough Gilda would come to rouse her for the day, and —

But no. It hadn’t all been a dream.

She covered her mouth to smother the sob that rose up in her throat. Her father really had been killed; Horan had done it as he lay sleeping and defenseless. His men had dragged her out of her bed in the gray predawn to see for herself.

Amali shuddered. What had become of Gilda, and the rest of her servants? She prayed they were safe, though she knew Horan turned a blind eye to whatever his men did to his own serving-women. The royal guards were dead, she knew, or else imprisoned in the dungeons. Hopefully Horan wasn’t torturing them for sport. She hadn’t heard he liked such things, but then, she hadn’t heard he was a treacherous bastard either.

She looked around the tent, which was starting to glow in the cool dawn. Here and there a fragment of golden light slipped through, and she wondered when the serving-women would arrive.

Amali waited, and waited more. The sun had truly risen now, slanting ever higher through the edges of the tent. At length she remembered what the prince had said the night before — None shall disturb your sleep. Were they waiting for her?

She licked her lips. “Hello?” she called out, then again more loudly. “Is anyone there?”

The tent flap opened and the woman who had helped her bathe entered and bowed her head.

“His highness ordered me to attend to you this morning,” she said, then called out in the Oghian tongue. A stream of serving-women entered, each bearing some item Amali would need to ready herself for the day.

She insisted on washing her face herself, but relented so the women could wipe down her body. A smaller shift had been found for her, and as one woman brushed and plaited her hair, another tended to the wounds on her wrists. Once these were bandaged, she was dressed in a simple gown and sturdy stockings and presented with fine riding boots that were only a smidgen too large. Last was the blood-red cloak, which Amali supposed was meant to mark her as belonging to the imperial family, just like their soldiers.

Breakfast was sparse, but she ate it all the same, and afterwards the woman approached her.

“His highness wishes to see you,” she said, and Amali rose from her seat.

Steeling herself, she followed the woman out the tent, which was surrounded by a wall of cloth held aloft by poles and ropes. They had to backtrack to exit, emerging into the bustling camp. Amali kept her head down, but did not fail to notice that two soldiers were following her as she was led across the way and into another even larger tent.

The prince was stood there at a large table, speaking to one of his men. Amali waited awkwardly as the two conversed in Oghian, wondering if he’d even noticed her arrival. Her eyes wandered across the wide tent, which reminded her of her father’s office, save for the stand of weaponry. She considered for a moment her chances running over and brandishing one of the smaller swords, stabbing herself in the ribs. That was a sure way to die, wasn’t it?

“That would be unwise, princess.” The prince’s voice startled her, and she flushed at being caught, and looked down at the grass.

“Come here,” he said.

Amali walked over, still looking down.

“This is Morden,” the prince said, gesturing to the man next to him.

Amali looked up and recognized the man whose dried meat she’d eaten the day before. He put a fist to his heart and inclined his head. She awkwardly dipped a curtsy in response, returning her gaze to the ground.

“He is the captain of my guard, and he will be watching over you whenever I cannot. Consider him your shadow.”

Amali nodded to show that she understood.

“Look behind you, princess.”

Amali turned, and the two soldiers that had followed her did the same as Morden had.

“The one on the left is Janets, and on the right, Ziler. One of them always stands guard outside my chamber. If anything should happen, you have only to call on them.”

Amali nodded again, repeating the strange names in her mind.

The prince uttered a single word in Oghian, and Morden saluted and left. “Come sit,” he told her, gesturing to a stool.

Amali took a seat further away and he sighed, moving to sit next to her.

“There is a question I should have asked you yesterday, princess, that I will ask you now,” he said quietly. “The only answer I wish to hear is the truth, no matter mecidiyeköy escort what that is.”

She stared blanky ahead, wondering what it was he so dearly wished to know.

“The men who killed your father,” he began, “did they hurt you as well?”

Amali lowered her eyes to the table, which was covered in a large map of her homeland, punctuated by stacks of papers in the spiky Oghian script. She shook her head. Horan’s men had manhandled her and bound her and leered hungrily at her body, but they hadn’t violated her.

“You needn’t lie to me, princess,” he said softly. “Hanya told me you were covered in bruises this morning.”

Amali closed her eyes in shame. Of course the serving-women he’d sent to her had reported back to him. Firmly she shook her head again.

“I will not be angry with you, even if you have lied,” he insisted gently.

Amali recalled that for Serutusians, lying was one of the greatest possible crimes, an insult to their gods, almost. Did he think her a fool, to risk the wrath of an imperial prince? She shook her head a third time, growing irritated at his persistence. If he really wanted to know, why didn’t he check for himself?

“Very well then,” he said. “But if you do not bleed by this time next month, that will complicate matters. It would be better for you to be honest with me now.”

“Three days,” Amali blurted out.

He cocked his head at her in a silent question.

“I will bleed within three days,” she clarified. She had watched the waxing crescent moon set the evening before her father had died, and had known her time was near.

“Then I shall look forward to it, princess,” he replied evenly.

Amali closed her eyes again. Was that what he was waiting for? Proof that she wasn’t with child, to ensure whatever bastard she bore him would be his?

The prince’s next question startled her out of her dread. “Would you like to see your father now?”

She snapped her head up, turning to look wide-eyed into his pale gray gaze, flinching as she did so.

“Lord Horan gladly gave over his body when I asked for it,” he explained, lip curling with distaste. “My people are preparing him for burial, but I thought you might wish to see him one last time.”

Amali blinked furiously, not wanting to cry in front of him again. Looking away, she nodded, then stood.

The prince called for Morden, who appeared and saluted. Amali listened as the prince spoke rapidly in Oghian, supposing that she should learn it now that she’d be returning with him to Serutus, she assumed. But as of yet the sounds all bled into each other, and she recognized not a single word.

Morden bowed his head at his prince’s orders. “Follow him,” the prince directed her, and she did so.

The captain set a slow pace, which she was thankful for. She was sore from all her walking and riding the day prior, which accounted for most of her bruising. She wondered absently why the prince cared so much if she were still a virgin; she hadn’t thought Serutusians minded such things among their concubines at least.

Every now and then a soldier would stop Morden, perhaps to speak with him, but he would shake his head and gesture to Amali behind him. She kept her eyes to the ground, not wanting to see their stares. She was used to men’s attention when she appeared at her father’s court. But being surrounded by an army of men was entirely different.

At last the captain stopped before a small tent, holding open the flap for her to enter. There was little inside besides a table, upon which a body lay, covered in a white sheet.

Not just a body, she realized. It was her father.

A sob wrenched its way out of her, and she heard a small noise behind her. She whirled to face the captain, who was looking pointedly at the ground.

“I wish to be alone,” she said loudly, hoping he understood, but he made no move to leave. “Get out!” she snarled, and he looked up, hesitating for a moment before bowing his head and exiting the tent.

Amali turned back to face the table. Holding back her tears, she approached her father’s body and withdrew the sheet from his face, careful not to pull too far lest she be confronted with his death-wound.

King Orist Lethar of Berenul looked almost peaceful, as though he were sleeping. Unlike when she’d seen him last, his eyes were closed, though his mouth was still crooked in a frown. But he was so pale, so cold. Amali sobbed once more, bending over her father’s newly-washed face, his wet hair.

“Forgive me, Father,” she whimpered. “I should have been a better daughter. I shouldn’t have made you choose me over our people.” Berenul all but belonged to Serutus now, just as she belonged to the prince.

She closed her eyes, remembering the last time they had spoken. He’d bid her goodnight and kissed her forehead, and she’d complained that she was no longer a child to be treated so. How she wished she could take back those words now. If only she could speak to him one more time, tell him how much she longed for nişantaşı escort his affection. It had only been her pride that made her speak so.

Amali stayed bent over her father until her tears flowed no more, and then she collapsed exhausted upon the ground, pulling her arms around her legs, lying her head on her knees. She closed her eyes and tried to remember her father’s laughter, his smile, the bittersweet way he looked at her when she reminded him of her mother….

After a time she heard a small cough and looked up. Morden was standing there, looking apologetic, and he held out his hand to help her up.

She struggled to her feet without taking his hand, brushing off her clothes. He bowed his head and opened the flap for her to exit, then led her back the long way to the screened-off tent. Janets saluted to Morden and stood back for her to wind her way around to the tent entrance proper. The serving-woman who had helped her bathe was waiting for her there, with a basin of water and a towel.

Amali allowed her tear-stained face to be washed and dried, and then the woman led her to the table where a meal was waiting for her. She ate resolutely, not feeling hungry, but knowing she needed to keep up her strength. When she was finished, the woman cleared the table and left, and Amali threw herself down on the bed, boots and all. She didn’t bother trying to keep her eyes open. Her grief and fear had drained her strength, and besides, there was nothing else to do but wait. She might as well sleep.

Amali awoke blearily in the low evening light. Had she really slept for so long? She stretched and found herself hungry again, and there was her supper, steaming in the cool air. She ate her fill and sat back, sleepy again, but was startled out of her stupor when the prince appeared before her.

She stayed frozen in her seat as he ambled over and sat across from her at the small table. He brought no drink this time, instead surveying her appraisingly.

Amali swallowed and looked down at the table, clenching her fists. She thought he’d leave her alone until after she was done with her monthly courses, at least. Or perhaps he was waiting for her to change her answer to his earlier question. Then there was the matter of her father.

“Thank you,” she said, before she could stop herself.

“For what?” he replied, sounding genuinely puzzled.

What else? “For taking care of my father.”

He sighed. “Do I have such a terrible reputation in Berenul? It was the least I could do for my father-in-law.”

Amali furrowed her brows. Did a concubine’s family count as kin among the Serutusian imperial family?

“You needn’t look so surprised, princess. What else would I do with the heir-daughter of Berenul but marry her?”

Cautiously she lifted her eyes to meet his own, searching his pale gaze for signs of deceit. Was this the reason he cared so much if she weren’t untouched? Serutus’ ambassador had said nothing about a wedding, only that she should be handed over. She had assumed, like everyone else, that she would be nothing more than the prince’s plaything.

Amali swallowed. Had this terrible misunderstanding brought about her father’s needless death?

“I do regret that things turned out this way,” the prince said softly, as though sensing the direction of her thoughts. “I was prepared to wage a war for your hand, not to bury your father. But the result is the same. Through you I shall become king of Berenul.”

Amali felt her throat burn with sudden rage. Who was he to covet her homeland, to rule over her people? Berenul was a peaceful kingdom that held little of value for an empire.

“Temper your anger, princess,” he said, voice low.

She shut her eyes, frazzled that he could read her so easily. She had learned how to compose herself at court, but sorrow and exhaustion had sapped her stoic veneer. Or perhaps the prince was just a master at reading people. He had grown up at the imperial court, and would have learned as much about statecraft and politics as warfare, she supposed.

“Why me?” she asked. “Surely there are many noble women in Serutus more suited to be your wife.”

“Yes,” he replied, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Each of them with a family itching to gain power, and none with a dowry so magnificent as yours.”

“What could you possibly want with Berenul?” she huffed. “Our coast is rocky, our fields are poor, our mines are small.”

“A country to call my own,” he replied lazily. “And a princess I have only to wed to rule over it.”

She looked away, unable to hide her pain and fury. Even if she were truly to become his wife, Berenul was nothing more than a toy for him, a small piece on a large chessboard.

“But most importantly, marrying you is the emperor’s command.”

Amali blinked. She supposed there was no arguing with the Red Sun of Serutus. But still….

“How can I trust you?” she asked, emboldened by his easy manner.

” ‘Trust,’ ” he repeated, as though feeling the word on his tongue. “What şişli escort actions of mine exactly do you need to trust, princess?”

“That you will marry me, and not just….” Amali let the implication hang unsaid.

“You misunderstand,” he said, affecting patience. “You became my betrothed the moment my father ordered it so. And you have been my bride since your people gifted you to me.”

“Horan,” she corrected. “Horan did that.”

He sighed. “Yes, princess. I do understand you were betrayed by House Riotaz in particular.”

She shook her head. “He killed my father.”

“I am aware.”

“I want him dead,” she said firmly, daring to raise her gaze to hold his.

He narrowed his eyes. “By what right do you demand this?”

“As your wife,” she replied. “It is the custom in Berenul for a husband to give his bride a wedding gift. So I ask this of you: End House Riotaz for me.”

He put his elbow on the table and set his chin on his fist, regarding her with some emotion she couldn’t name. “A gift for a gift,” he said finally. “House Riotaz shall be at your mercy. But to observe this Berenulian custom, we should first be wed, no?”

Amali swallowed. In Tauria, marriages were not solidified until they were consummated. “You have only to bed me,” she said flatly. She would endure the prince’s touch if it meant obtaining her revenge.

“I do admire your bravery, princess,” he replied, “but I am still waiting for you to bleed.”

Amali curled her lip in a silent snarl. “Take me now, and I will bleed for you this very hour.”

“Now that is the princess I was hoping to bed.” Was he… smiling at her?

Amali forced her face to relax and looked away. If it was her fight he enjoyed, she would not give it to him.

“Keep your pride, princess,” he said. “We go to Lirean tomorrow, after which Lord Horan will most kindly escort us to Juna, where we shall be married and crowned according to the customs of your people.”

Her home, the capital of Berenul. They should never have left. They had only traveled to Horan’s lands because a messenger had brought word the prince wished to parley in person before making a final decision. Or had that, too, been Horan’s trickery?

“Did you truly mean to meet with my father?” she asked him.

“I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings about my intentions. If he were going to refuse my offer, I wanted him to do it after I promised to make you an imperial princess.”

That’s what she was now, she realized, and why he kept referring to her that way.

“I see now it was a mistake,” he continued. “I should have simply sent back the ambassador to clarify my father’s terms.”

Amali couldn’t disagree, and so said nothing.

“I do bear some guilt in your father’s demise,” he said finally. “I would never trust a king-killer among my vassals anyhow. But I shall leave it to you to determine their fates, as my apology, princess.”

“I am grateful for your apology, your imperial highness.” It had been rude of her not to address him so earlier, but she ignored that.

” ‘Your highness’ is sufficient,” he replied. “Or you can call me garadin. It means ‘husband.’ “

She rolled her eyes and he chuckled softly. “I will see you tomorrow, princess.” And then he left.

The serving-women returned to help ready her for bed, and soon enough she was under the bedcovers, curled around a pillow.

Married. She had always known that was in her future, as her father’s only child. Whichever man wedded her would inherit the kingdom, as was the custom among Taurian-speaking peoples. Her father had refused to consider any offers until she was of age, and after that, he had always found some fault by which to reject her would-be suitors. He’d been waiting for the right man, she knew, not just to rule, but to be her husband.

And then the emperor of Serutus had simply decreed she would wed his son, as though Berenul were already theirs. She kicked under the sheets, angry at her kingdom’s powerlessness, and her own, and her father’s even. No vassal of theirs would have dared commit such treason otherwise. If only she had been more aware of their precarious position, she would have agreed to the emperor’s demand on the spot.

But why had he even decided such a thing in the first place? Had he been waiting until his son was of an age to marry, or had he been saving this offer for Berenul — and her — in particular? Amali shivered. If she’d been married already, would the prince simply have slain her husband and taken his place? Or would he have conquered Berenul as he had Kodeb and Filis and all the rest of Tauria?

He would make a formidable ruler. But what of being her husband? Garadin, he had said to call him. She spoke the word aloud, feeling it on her tongue and teeth. He was her husband, but he was waiting for her to bleed to ensure that she wasn’t already with child. That showed how little he trusted Horan and his men. And how little he trusted her, too.

Not that she had any complaints. His restraint would give her several days to prepare herself. Amali thought back to what her nurse had explained to her when she first began to bleed. Women had a hole between their legs, through which they conceived and birthed babies. Men had the opposite, a member to put inside a woman and give her his seed, from which a baby might grow.

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