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The depths of space can be hell on a man. Let me begin by saying that much. The isolation, the loneliness the cold, lifeless machinery humming discontentedly around you. So was the depths of space.

But I thought I had beaten all that. I thought in my cleverest mental voice that I had defeated the loneliness, and defeated the lifeless imagery. I had brought my wife.

Vicki wasn’t along simply to show her pretty face. She was an expert on alien races, and quite the diplomat. We knew we would be dealing with several species of creature that humans had only slightly encountered in their travels. Vicki would provide the crew with expertise. She would provide me with a pair of warm breasts and a cunt to erase my loneliness.

The gawking and innuendo started immediately. Vicki is a beautiful woman. And on a ship where females are extraordinarily rare, she was a goddess of constant distraction.

The uniforms didn’t help much. The tight out- fits clearly displayed the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips. And Vicki was no slouch on her looks. She insisted on full make-up everyday, only adding the her unearthly beauty.

I trusted all of the men with my life. But as I soon started to discover, I could trust none of them with my wife. Barnes was the worst. He practically asked Vicki to have sex with him right in front of me. He would say things like, ‘why don’t you ditch him, and spend the trip with a real man?” or “Boy, those uniforms really weren’t designed for breasts that big!”

He always stared at her breasts. Vicki’s lovely face wasn’t enough. To him, her breasts were her essence. I couldn’t believe what he said to her once: If the eyes are the window to your soul, then your nipples must be the window to your pussy.

I wanted to kill him for that. But Vicki insisted she had blown him off, and the way she fucked me after that distracted my intentions. Still, I knew I couldn’t trust Barnes. I spoke to Captain Tang, and he arranged the work schedules so they would no longer meet.

Vicki wasn’t the only woman on board. Two other woman, plus Captain Tang’s wife, were also on the mission. But none of them could match Vicki. They may as well have been dogs as far as the men were concerned.

Things went smooth for awhile, then we had an urgent message. A ship carrying the Ferin ambassador had been damaged. If we didn’t rescue its passengers immediately, they would all be killed. The Ferins are an intimidating race. Their males can reach nine feet tall, and possess a magnificent strength. That’s all I knew about them, and wasn’t sure I wanted such fierce creatures on our ship.

The emergency messed things up. The schedules went out the window as the ship mobilized for the rescue. You wouldn’t think people would be such assholes in pressing times. You would think that lives were more important than cheap thrills. But Barnes managed to run into my wife, literally. I had a clear view as his hand groped her breast. She must have been too distracted to realize it right away, as he had time to get in a couple of squeezes. Then she slapped his hand away, and continued on.

I walked up to him. So help me, if I had an extra second to spare I would have decked him right there. I glared at him. He smiled back with that “ha-ha” cocksucker smile. He felt my wife’s breast, and he wasn’t sorry for it. I took a little satisfaction in the fact that I got to feel her breasts when they were naked, something he would never do.

We rescued the ship, and saved the lives of the Ferins. I was quite pleased they were grateful. Their looming size made me very pleased they weren’t our enemies. Schedules returned to normal. Vicki was more important than ever, as she was an expert in Ferin culture. She met with Ambassador Berath and his entourage, and kept relations going smoothly. Berath was a pleasant individual, who never stopped thanking us for all we had done. He did seem a bit concerned, however, when I told him the detour would delay their scheduled rendezvous with another Ferin ship. His wife was aboard, and he hadn’t seen her for almost a month.

I saw very little of Vicki for awhile. She spent most of her time with Berath and Captain Tang. As long as that fucker Barnes wasn’t around, I didn’t have any fears. Berath seemed more irritated during this time. I asked him if anything was wrong, but he refused to speak to anyone on the subject. He asked if we could speed up the rendezvous with his wife’s ship, but we could not. He shook his head and said he would have to make due. I didn’t really know what that meant.

Finally, Vicki got a night all to herself. A night that she was going to devote entirely to me! I couldn’t wait. She pulled out a very slinky teddy. One that I hadn’t noticed in her belongings. I begged to fuck her right there, but she insisted on making a whole night of it. She hopped in the shower in our chambers, promising a radiant return when finished. I tried to be sneaky. I tried to sneak into the bathroom kırklareli escort once the water was running. I opened the door, and saw Vicki leaning against the sink rubbing her naked breasts. Her eyes were closed and leaning off to one side. She didn’t notice me at first, as she stood there in only her panties. But she quickly sensed my presence, and screamed for me to get out. I laughed as her breasts bounced back and forth as she pushed me out the door. I don’t know what it was, but my eyes caught something. A splinter of light…

I let Vicki get me out the door. I immediately walked outside our chambers and lo and behold, found Barnes peeping through a tiny hole. He didn’t notice me until I was upon him. he looked up just in time to see my fist coming down. It landed across his jaw, sending him to the floor.

“You’ve got five seconds to get out of here before I kill you.”

Barnes got up and ran. I would report this to Tang in the morning. But I didn’t want anything to ruin my night with my wife. Still, I was pissed. Barnes had now felt my wife’s breast, and seen them naked. I swore I would never let him have either experience again… especially not together!!

My wife stood in front of me, dressed only in a white, delicate teddy. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her lips were full with red lipstick. Her hair was teased and wild. A sweet waft of perfume filled our chambers. I watched as she sipped from her glass of champagne. I studied the forms that curved out from the white fabric. The outlines of her nipples were vague, but noticeable. I could even slightly make out the pink. Vicki dribbled some champagne — her smile clearly showing it was intentional. The droplets ran down her neck and onto her chest. My tongue fell out of my mouth, eager for the taste. Vicki pressed the glass across her bare flesh and smeared the droplets over the exposed portions of her breasts.

I watched in awe and building excitement. My wife was no simple, pretty lover. She was a true seductress, and could make me cum without ever touching me. God, I needed to fuck her. I needed to be in her, loving her. I needed to feel the warmth of her body against mine, and the soft press of her breasts. I needed to know she was my wife, and no part of her could be possessed by anyone but me.

The roundness of her breasts became shmooshed under the glass, but the transparency kept them visible. My penis throbbed at the sight of her malleable bosom, and nearly burst through my pants as her free hand slipped underneath the glass and unzipped the teddy. She rolled the glass between her exposed breasts — mooshing her firm attributes and nipples and glistening them with champagne. I stood up, ready to approach and love my wife.

The knocking that followed caught both of our attentions with it’s intensity. I pressed my hand against Vicki’s shoulder as she re-zipped and covered her dangling titties. She stood as I opened the door, fully realizing she was still dressed in a highly provocative fashion.

Captain Tang stepped into the room. I heard a shout behind him, but couldn’t make out the words.

“John… we have a situation…”

“What kind of situation, Captain?”

His eyes glanced at Vicki, but showed no signs of appreciating her body. He was quite serious.

“It’s Berath. He’s freaking out…”

“What’s wrong? Does he think he’s being treated poorly? Did someone insult him?”

“No, no it’s not that…” he again glanced at my wife.

Vicki held her hand to her chest and stepped back.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

“What?” I yelled.

“We can’t get him to his ship.” She continued. “We can’t get him to his mate.”

Tang hung his head. “It’s the fever.” His face was completely solemn.

A loud knock crashed against the door. A horrible scream fought it’s way into the room.

Vicki took my hand, and sat with me on the bed. The bed where we were supposed to be making love.

“Honey…” she took a deep breath. I didn’t expect what was coming. My mind hadn’t put two-and- two together.

“Honey, Ferins have to mate every thirty day cycle…”

“So?”

“So… When Berath’s ship got damaged, Berath missed his mate. When a Ferin goes without sex, he enters a fever. A sexual fever.”

“And in that time,” Captain Tang interrupted, “their mental powers become acute, and uncontrollable. His telekinesis is starting to affect the ship.”

So what does this have to do with Vicki?’ I was still in the dark. Tang looked at my wife, who squeezed my hand.

“Honey, I have to have sexual intercourse with Berath.”

My mind yelled “What!!” But my mouth just hung open.

“Vicki, I can’t ask you to do that…” Tang began.

“No, it’s the only way. He could destroy the ship…” I looked at my loving, adorable, sexy wife. At that moment, I couldn’t picture another hand on her. I couldn’t picture the touch of a stranger pair of lips to hers, afyon escort oh God, a pair of hands on her pert breasts.

“No. No!” I yelled. “I forbid it! There has to be another way. I won’t let him touch you!”

“John, please…” A booming thud came against the door. “We don’t have a choice. If we don’t end his fever, we could all be killed. Captain, let him in…”

“No! Why does it have to be you? Why not one of the other women?”

Vicki hung her head. “I induced the fever. I’m the one who excites him.”

How could I argue with that? “Captain…” she said. “Let him in.”

Tang nodded reluctantly… sadly… I sprang up, blocking his access. “No! You’re not going to let that thing fuck my wife!”

“Honey, I’m the only woman on board that can satisfy him. It has to be me! It’s not like I’m cheating on you, I’m saving your life! And the lives of your shipmates!”

My wife, my beautiful wife. Suddenly, a large dent appeared in the door. I heard the shouts of men outside. Shouts of pain. I didn’t know what was hap- pening, but I started getting scared. Then I realized it. Vicki might get fucked anyway, whether I allowed it or not. Berath’s mind might kill us all, then still have his way and ravage my gorgeous wife.

“Ok.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. “It will be quick, right?” Vicki nodded. “It just has to happen once, right?” she nodded again. “We’ll all be ok, and everything will be as it was, right?’ Vicki didn’t move. I looked at Tang. His eyes fell.

“Does he know?” Tang asked her.

A surge of panic flashed across Vicki’s face. Tang saw his answer.

“No, he doesn’t. John, the semen of a Ferin is poisonous to human females. Vicki will…”

“Not be able to have children.” she added. “John, I won’t be able to have children.” She glared at Tang, evidently wishing I hadn’t learned this information.

“No! No!” I yelled. At that moment, the door burst open. I tried to fight. I wanted to get to Berath… knock him out… kill him…anything…

My shipmates pinned me against the wall. Their strength held me… kept me from protecting my wife…

Tang tried to stand in front of me, trying to block the view of my wife.

“Get him out of here!” he cried.

I struggled with every ounce of strength. I was desperate to break free. Berath moved into the room and past me in a blur.

I can’t begin to describe the horror of seeing my gorgeous, standing wife flinch at the hard jerk of an alien hand on the front of her teddy. I can’t begin to describe the terror and the hopelessness I felt as her bared breasts flopped into view, only to be covered by Berath’s mouth.

The men continued to try to drag me out, but I proved immovable. I had to save her…

Berath’s hand nearly covered both of Vicki’s breasts. Her small frame was dwarfed by the alien’s. He wrapped his fingers around her waist — I could have sworn they touched behind her back — then Berath forced my wife to her back. Her frail body bounced on the cot. I saw the shadow of Berath’s frame cover my wife’s mostly nude body in one, complete shadow.

Now a great number of men may have been excited or pleased to see Berath’s immense cock spring forth. I swear, it was a cannon. He pushed it against my Vicki’s cunt, and moved the thin strap of fabric off her opening. Some men dream of seeing their wives fucked by other men, but the sight of another man’s cock pushing into Vicki’s pussy was like a dagger through my heart. Her body flinched as it penetrated her… ripped her… and opened her. The cock buried itself deep inside her.

“Uhhhh!” her shriek was one of pain. Her breasts started flailing wildly as Berath fucked her. My wife…. my Vicki…

Her body bounced rapidly up and down with his pounding thrusts. Her beautiful body, oh her beautiful body! The feeling of desperation that filled me as I saw her legs lift with the pound- ing… as I saw the tan lines around her waist and the cute wrinkles that formed where her legs bent at her hips. Her body moved up the bed, driven by his incessant thrusting and the mass of his enormous cock. Vicki reached up her hands, trying to brace herself against the wall as she accepted the rapidly pumping alien penis.

“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” she was in torture with each fuck. “Uh, Oh God!

Berath opened his mouth. A slithering, long tongue flipped out. His control was precise. He teased her left nipple as he fucked her, tasting the round, pink flesh. Vicki squealed. She loved it when I licked her nipples. The alien touch must have been anguish to her.

Her hips were off the bed now. They rocked up and down as Berath entered and re-entered my precious wife.

In a swift motion, Berath flipped Vicki’s body atop him. He held her completely aloft with his arms. He rammed her cunt onto his cock as easily as a masturbating man slides his grip down his shaft. Vicki’s breasts plunged and jiggled up and down her amasya escort chest, making slight slapping sounds as they suctioned briefly against her flesh. Berath adjusted his rhythm, allowing the breasts to slap into his face. I couldn’t see him penetrating her anymore, only his muscular back contracting as he rammed Vicki’s cunt onto him. I saw her breasts when he raised her above him. I saw her hair fling wildly into the air, then crash down as his penis filled her. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was screaming “Ohh’s” at a pitch I couldn’t imagine, a pitch of despair. Vicki’s feet stuck out past his waist. Her delicate legs looked they would splinter if he flexed.

The Ferin went to his back. He hoisted Vicki directly over him. His strength held her perfectly horizontal. Her breasts hung low in tear drop shape. The Ferin rotated her back and forth slightly, slapping her cushiony tits against his face. He took her right breast into his mouth, sucking it like it gave him life. Then, he re- entered her. His massive penis pushed slowly into her.

I could now see the Ferin’s penis was far too large to completely fit inside my wife’s delicate vagina. It buried about three-quarters into her, still more than I could imagine her body taking, and forced a wince in her eyes of sheer pain.

That penis… I started to cry as I watched the thick shaft rip and tear my beautiful wife’s pussy. I watched as it ended our chances for a family. It never left her cunt. Her body just moved up and down its length, taking what it could. Her pussy was so delicate… so tight. God, that was ruined!

“Uhhh… Uhhh…. Ohhh!” My poor wife… riding that cock to save our lives. The beast was truly fucking her.. There was no love in his eyes… no care in his thrusts. He possessed only lust for my wife, a lust shared by every member of this crew. But unlike the rest of them, he was fucking her. He was sliding his dick in and out of her, past the thin fabric of her teddy. All because he could destroy us. Berath seemed to be fucking her faster now, his moans indicated he was about to release his poison sperm into her. He sat up, then turned around. He sat on the bed, Vicki’s body still moving up and down his cock as her heed nearly touched the floor. I had a perfectly straight view up her beautiful chest right to her widely stretched pussy.

Berath let out a piercing wail, and his hips clenched. My wife’s eyes opened wide as she felt the bursting of semen slam against the back of her cunt. Within seconds, the sperm squirted out of her with a terrific force created by the gallon of cum he was unloading inside her and the tight space available between his cock and her cunt.

I watched his birth-stealing sperm splash out her writhing, sexy body. It splashed off Berath’s stomach, it splashed onto the men. It splashed onto me.

In any case, it was over after about thirty seconds. I watched the beast lower my wife to the bed. her exposed cunt, dripping and oozing with Berath’s sperm, faced me directly. Berath col- lapsed on the floor, his fever broken.

“Let him up…” Tang spoke to the men. I raced to my wife. Her face seemed distant, almost delirious…

“I love you.” she whispered. “Oh baby, oh honey…” I kissed her head and neck. “God I love you, why did you let him do this to you?”

“I had to.” she smiled at me. A sweet, pro- tecting smile. Then her body tightened as she took a deep breath.

“What’s wrong, are you ok?’

She tried to speak, but couldn’t catch her breath.

“John, I’m sorry…” Tang put his hand on my shoulder.

I ignored him at first. I took a portion of her teddy that lay at her sides and attempted to cover her sweet breasts and erect nipples.

“The poison…” One of the men said. “I know.” I answered. “I know about the poison. It doesn’t matter, I still lover her. We can always adopt.”

The man look confused. Tang pulled me towards him, and looked me in the eye.

“John. The poison is… the poison is fatal.”

I was stunned. “No! No!” I knelt beside Vicki, kissing her lips frantically as I pushed my hand into her cunt.

“Get me something, get me something to wipe it out with!” I tried the sheet, but it was already sopping with Berath’s sperm.

“Honey…” I reached for the pillow. It was dry.

“Honey…”

I pressed the case into her opening, soaking up the vile sperm from my wife.

“Uhh.. honey, stop. It’s…” she lost her breath. “It’s too late.”

“No, baby, no!” I kissed her. Her hand reached to my check, causing the teddy to fall and re-expose her right breast. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You might have stopped me. Or delayed me. Then, we could all be dead.” She gasped again. “Please, don’t let his be the last penis in me. Love me, John. Be my husband one last time. Let me die with your penis inside me.”

“Baby… Baby, I can’t.”

“Please! Make love to me.”

My beautiful wife lay beneath me. Her tender lips. her sweet breasts. her sexy body. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t fuck her when she was dying.”

“Please, oh please!” she was begging, but I couldn’t get my cock up. Not now, not like this.

Berath stirred at my feet. “Do it!”

“Shut the fuck up, you murderer!”

“Do it, make love to her.” The words were slow. “An antidote… it’s an antidote.”

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Chapter 1

Heavily shaded by the forest canopy, two young women traveled by a small horse drawn cart towards the small village of Trusio. The sullen mood of the driving women was only amplified by the cart having seen better days and barely holding together. Both women have exasperated expressions, for these two scholars are traveling to complete their final on site quest and complete their training as young witches. For most, this quest is a joyful experience and marks the finality of 5 years of scholarship and a chance to gain camaraderie with another student. But these two mages hated one another with a passion. The fact they were paired together must have been a twisted joke.

Usagi Dunbin, a human sorcerer, fiddled with the reins of the cart, unsure of what to do with her time. She looked forward to finishing this quest as quickly as possible and bringing pride to her two adoptive gnome parents. Usagi had spent her entire life following her intuition and connecting to the weave and now, all that work would pay off with a degree from the foremost academy. She had utilized her talents beyond most of her fellow students. She was at the top of the class with only one other being her equal and that person sat right beside her.

Nakato Hanali, a half elven wizard, sat in the cart reading the notes of a traveling bard, studying his markings about the village of Trusio. Research and study marked most of her days as it was the most reliable way to stay at the top of her class. Although their initial task was to help the secluded town by making remedies and potions, Nakato hoped she could discover the true reason for gaining the townspeople’s trust. She pulled out her own notes from her robe, trying to improve her recall several days prior.

Professor Tess had requested the two students meet in her office for their assignment. Neither woman could help but shoot one another glares while listening to their task.

“Deep in the forests, west of Madarath, the sleepy village of Trusio holds a secret of great importance to the Academy. On your typical adventure, you both well know, not all information is always present for your immediate digest. The townspeople have long been neglected by the kingdom’s guard, being as remote as they are. With enough good will and reassurance, they will surely direct you to your true objective.”

With a sigh Nakato folded her notes finding nothing of worth in either her memory or the bard’s book and glanced at Usagi. This quest seemed unimaginably simple for two 6th year students preparing to graduate, and as much as Nakato hated to admit, both her and Usagi’s skills would be wasted with servicing this backwater town.

“Why did it have to be Usagi?” Nakato thought to herself.

Paring with the most popular and self centered partier at the academy seemed like a punishment for the most well studied wizard in centuries. Raw talent and a strange connection to the weave had allowed Usagi to climb the schools rankings.

As Nakato glanced at Usagi, she had to admit the sorcerer had style. From head to toe Usagi’s fashion was admirable and fit her body beautifully. Nakato knew a bit of jealousy fueled her hatred of Usagi and sometimes wondered if things had been different had their magic fonts encouraged competition.

Usagi glanced at the wizard placing her books back into her robes. Underneath Nakato’s loose and flowing robes was a curvaceous and firm body. Nakato would benefit from flaunting it a bit more, thought Usagi to herself.

“Didn’t find information from your books did you?” Usagi asked slyly.

“No I didn’t, but one should always try to gather as much information as possible.” Nakato replied tursely.

“Oh come now Professor Tess stated we would need to befriend the villagers to get to the real task.” Usagi rolled her eyes. “You are just wasting time, be honest.”

“Why do you have to belittle any line of thought you haven’t had? Just because you don’t have to work to connect to the weave doesn’t mean you can ignore work all together.” Nakato sneered.

“Fuck off Nakato.” Usagi growled.

The two women sat in silence for the rest of the trip. They were welcomed into the town by a kindly old woman, the town elder. They hitched up the horse in a shed giving it feed and were invited to stay at the old woman’s house. The place was a small one floor building with three rooms and an attic which was where they were set to stay. A trap door and ladder led to the attic where a single homely bed and two dressers rested for the two mages to share. Nakato and Usagi put on a good show for the elder, Usagi using her charm warmed the old woman with conversation during dinner. After meals were had the old woman got down to business. She explained the town’s woos to the women.

“You see dearies, the trolls have recently entrenched themselves in the forest surrounding our sleepy home. They have attacked our hunters, our lumberjacks, and left us unable to gather the resources we need from the forest to get by. We have used all of kastamonu escort our remedies, tonics and potions and still so many are struggling to break fevers. For the past fortnight the trolls have gotten mighty ambitious and started attacking the town at night. We need to fix up some houses and defenses quickly before they come again. So do you think you’ll be able to lend a hand?”

“Potions are one of my specialties.” Nakato smiled with pride. “I have exactly what your town needs in my trunk.”

I have plenty of experience using magical fortification. I’ll have this town safer than it was in three days’ time. Usagi said with sincerity.

“We can also search for those trolls once you feel secure and safe.” Nakato offers quickly.

“Oh dear no. I can’t let two young students like yourselves take that kind of risk. But I know our town will appreciate the potions and fortification.” The old woman dismisses them.

Throughout the rest of the day, the mages worked hard to prepare for helping the town. From setting up strategies and prepping materials for potions and antidotes to meeting members of the community to find the best ways to help, the women were busy as bees. During the day Nakato and Usagi were not only cordial but worked together like a well oiled machine, much to their own surprise. but the night in a hot humid attic brought out a different side to them.

Nakato opened the circular window attempting to get more air into the room. She drops her robes and unwraps her sash. With the flick of her wand her night shirt levitates from her trunk and her clothing slides off her body. Usagi, noticing the presence of magic, turned to see the wizard magically changing clothes. In the brief transition of clothing Usagi noticed the nearly nude form of Nakato and quickly diverted her eyes.

“Could you be more of a show off?” Usagi sighed as she manually changed into her own nightshirt.

“You’re one to talk.” Nakato growls back as she makes her way to the bed. The bed was not particularly large and laying down the two women pressed close to touching, shifting often found them rubbing up to one another.

The night remained hot and the women writhed on the bed occasionally bumping into one another. In the middle night Nakato’s eyes flickered open. She awoke nose to nose facing a sleeping Usagi. With her elven eyes, Nakato could see Usagi’s beauty as well as in the day. Nakato blushed as uncontrollable thoughts rushed through her head. As much as she hated Usagi, Nakato found the sorcerer extremely attractive. Nakato had dreams of dominating Usagi, magically and sexually. Nakato turned away blushing at the closeness and thoughts of mounting Usagi and fucking her to exhaustion.

Morning brought forth a productive day. Nakato was able to conjure several antidotes and administer them to hunters who first encountered the trolls. Two damaged houses were fixed and repairs to the wall’s gate were completed by evening. The two mages were rewarded with a large meal put together by several of the townsfolk and a bath. The night was uneventful with the two deciding not to talk.

In the middle of the night Usagi awoke with her hand in a much warmer spot than expected, a soft pillowy surface with a ridged center poking into her palm. Quickly she pulled her hand away from Nakato’s breast. It seemed that Nakato had not woken up. Usagi sighed in relief and blushed. The time they had spent helping the villagers had been intoxicating. Usagi had felt completely turned on by Nakato despite her loathing of the woman. Usagi turned away to face the wall and imagined what it would be like to run her entire body along Nakato’s, to push her to the ground, spread her legs and fuck her. Usagi let out a low moan, catching her hand in her panties. Usagi settled herself, removed her hand from her womanhood and returned to sleep.

The second morning in the town was quite productive. Nakato finished several more antidotes and administered them to the remaining ailing villagers. While traveling to administer the antidote to villagers, Nakato caught a glimpse of Usagi hard at work in the heat of the day. Usagi’s sweaty form looked delicious and her spellcasting to create levitating platforms felt so seductive to Nakato. A bit of envy, lust, and insecurity spiked with Nakato. She had always envisioned herself as superior to Usagi, but now, after the past few days seeing her work, Nakato had her doubts.

The defenses of the gate were finished and with the help of Usagi, two magical rising platforms were created. The platforms, when commanded, lifted just above the gates to allow for archers to fire from behind the wall. Usagi was proud of her work but as she finished she saw the admiration the villagers gave Nakato for her alchemical wonders. Jealousy welled up within Usagi’s heart. Since when did this bookworm become a social butterfly?

After dinner night came swiftly and with the night came a troll. Usagi and Nakato were eating kayseri escort as a bell rang through the night.

“Danger is approaching. Let’s hope those gates hold.” The elder stuttered.

Usagi and Nakato ran to the gates. With a quick gust of wind Usagi bounced from the ground to a nearby rooftop allowing her to overlook the gates. Archers stood on the hovering platforms preparing their aim for a troll slowly approaching.

“What do you see?” Nakato asked Usagi.

“Get up here! It’s a troll.” Usagi hissed.

Nakato took her wand and cast a spell of jumping allowing her to leap onto the roof in a single bound. She spotted the troll just as it began to rush toward the gate. The archers each released an arrow, one hitting and the other glancing the arm of the massive creature.

“You still like to conjure lightning right?” Nakato asked.

Usagi nodded. Immediately, Nakato conjured water and sprayed the troll with a turential blast of water. The troll stumbled back from the blast but continued toward the wall. Usagi was prepared. A bolt of lightning fired from the sorcerer’s palm, the flash lit the area around them. The soaked troll screeched in pain and fell to the ground with a thunderous thud. The archers fired once more into the troll hoping to ensure it stayed down. Nakato, having read about trolls in the past, knew that harming a troll with fire was the only way to ensure it would stay down. She followed up the attacks with a small but focused ray of fire to finish off the beast. The women leaped off the building as one of the archers lowered from the platform back into the city.

“You two destroyed that troll like it was nothing!” The guard said in astonishment.

“We are happy to be of service.” Usagi smiled.

“We appreciate all the work you’ve done, but why haven’t you gone after the trolls with that power?” The guard asked

“Your elder hasn’t had faith we would be up to the task.” Nakato responded.

The archer sighed. “Come with me the trolls are encamped about a half day’s journey outside of town. I’ll give you both a map.”

The archer brought them to the guard office, and met the captain. The captain offered the women a map showing an old temple and informed them of the location.

“We haven’t had anyone visit the temple in ages. Trolls must have set up camp there and expanded their territory.” Said the captain of the guard. “If you’d both be able, we’d love to send you off tomorrow on foot. The trolls are more active at night so you might have a better time with them midday. Take the night and prepare.”

“What kind of temple is it? Could there be a connection?” Nakato asked.

“I believe it was a temple to weave magic. But I have never been.” The captain proclaimed.

“We shall prepare tonight then and see you both in the morning.” Usagi confirmed.

The two women left for the attic and quickly packed their essentials. Within an hour they were both in bed hoping to get a good night’s rest.

The night was once again hot and the bed felt extra cramped. The adrenaline each woman felt was near unbearable and the lust amplified by their successful fight against the troll. In the middle of the night Nakato woke with a thud as she hit the floor of the attic.

“What the hell” Nakato shoved Usagi off the bed.

Usagi awoke from the fall and whirled to her feet and lunged at Nakato. The two clasped hands over the bed.

“You total bitch” Usagi yelled.

“You pushed me off the bed first,” Nakato scowled.

With clasped hands the two struggled to push against one another but like true mage students neither were particularly strong enough to overpower the other. With a growl the two pushed off one another and released their grasp.

“Wait. We have a strenuous day tomorrow. Let’s not make it harder for us to be victorious. We need settle this another way tonight.” Usagi glared.

“And how would you suggest we solve this tension?” Nakato raised her brow.

“With our bodies on the bed. Woman to woman.” Usagi gave a dangerous smile.

Nakato raised her eyebrow. “You’re saying we settle this with sex?”

“Oh come now, I’ve seen you shoot glances several times over the past week. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been doing the same.” Usagi rolled her eyes.

“Alright, but let’s make sure the stakes are worthwhile. How about the winner takes the lead for the quest?” Nakoto crossed her arms and smirked.

“Excellent idea. First to cum loses and they must serve the winner to climax.” Usagi said while mirroring Nakoto’s stance.

“I look forward to receiving your tongue tonight and your obedience tomorrow.” Nakato said smugly while removing her clothes.

“So confident, I can’t wait to bring you to your knees.” Usagi smirked while taking off her own nightshirt.

The two now completely nude women stood at the edge of the bed sizing one another up.

Nakato stood a few inches taller but her seductive pose and welcoming stance kıbrıs escort only encouraged Usagi to look more. Nakato’s beautiful brown skin with warm undertones radiated in the hot night. Her beautiful brown elven eyes glowed in the moonlight, her plump lips puckered ready for kissing. Her locks were beautiful, Usagi couldn’t imagine how long it took to take care of them. Nakato’s supple breasts were emphasized by umber colored nipples, raised and pointed, ready to cross with her opponent. Magnificent curved hips led to an attractive black curly bush trimmed above the woman’s pussy. Her toned legs shifted, tense and ready for action. Usagi had never been more attracted to someone, some of her loathing for Nakato faded.

Nakato smiled as Usagi licked her lips. Usagi’s black pixie cut framed her face beautifully. Her lustful stare from beautiful eyes sent shivers down Nakato’s spine. Usagi’s slender yet curvy figure was a sight to behold. The moonlight highlighted the blue undertones of her beige skin. Usagi’s perky breasts were tipped with brown nipples which seemed to stretch out as though they could reach Nakato’s own pair. Usagi’s sweat rolled down her tight core down to her black patch above her tasty pussy. Fine hips lead to Usagi’s toned legs. Nakato had been imagining this moment but never thought it was a possibility.

The women stepped towards one another. Their nipples met with a kiss as their noses nearly touched.

Chapter 2

The collision of the two mages’ lips ignited the passionate struggle of the night. With one hand Usagi grabbed the crook of Nakato’s neck pulling her into a deeper kiss. Nakato grabbed Usagi’s ass pulling their crotches together with a slap. The sorcerer moaned into the kiss as she placed her second hand on the Wizard’s chest, beginning to tweak her nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

With moans echoing between them Nakato and Usagi broke their kiss. With sparkles in their eyes they stared at one another with lust and their long held jealousy boiled to the surface.

“You are going to be begging for more when I’m through with you.” Usagi groaned.

“You’ll be addicted to my body by the time we are finished tonight.” Nakato fired back.

The women smirked and started to rub their chests together. Their nipples began to fence back and forth as they mashed their breasts together. Quickly their movements become exaggerated with their slick sweaty bodies. The sorcerer and wizard attempted to gain advantage but their titfight did nothing but excite the two women.

Wanting to shift the tide, the wizard Nakato licked her pointer and index finger, placing them into her mouth and sucking them. With a pop the fingers were drawn out and moved down towards Usagi’s pussy. As Nakato began to tease at the sorcerer’s entrance, Usagi let out a coo of approval before quickly mirroring the wizard’s actions.

The women parted their legs as the finger fucking began. More moans began to escape their lips. The two swayed with one another. Usagi’s free hand gripped firmly onto Nakato’s ass while Nakato had a firm grip on Usagi’s hair. With a slight tug, Nakato pulled the sorcerer’s head back and leaned in to nip at Usagi’s ear. A breathy moan slid from Usagi followed by curses.

“Damn woman, having to resort to other tactics to keep up I see.” Usagi said, barely able to resist.

“If you are afraid of coming too early, you better do something about it. At this rate I could last all night.” Nakato taunted.

Suddenly, Nakato felt herself slammed onto the back of the bed. Usagi, flushed and beads of sweat running down her entire body, grasped Nakatos wrists and pushed them above both of their heads. Usagi slammed her hips down into the open thighs of Nakato. The sorcerer spread her own legs allowing her womanhood to slam into the wizard’s. The clits of both women brushed together and their cries of ecstasy broke through their fronts.

“So here’s how we settle things you desperate bitch.” Nakato growled.

“I know you want me, you miserable homebody. You’ll give in and learn to take some orders.” Usagi fired back.

The pleasure created by the two grinding on one another was near indescribable. Pulsing pleasure vibrated between the two clits as they battled for dominance in their relationship. Nakato broke free of Usagi’s hold but instead of changing the situation, the young wizard grasped the sorcerer’s toned ass. She grasped at delicious muscles and pulled Usagi closer and allowed their stiff nipples to meet once more. Each woman moaned in ecstasy, momentarily forgetting why they were in this position in the first place. But Usagi refocused her efforts, This wizard wasn’t just a well researched spellcaster, it was now clear that she also was well studied in sex. Even from the top position Usagi was finding it difficult to counter some of Nakato’s actions without also pushing herself towards an early climax.

Frustration and fear filled Nakato as she felt herself building quickly towards a climax. She refused to let her rival win their bout so easily and shifted her torso and hips to fling herself on top. Usagi flailed her legs and tried to continue momentum but to no avail. Nakato slipped one of her legs between Usagi’s intertwining them and pressed down on the sorcerer. The mating of their clits continued and their juices began to flow lubricating their sex even more.

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T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared.

He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of elves, reindeer and good ol’ Santa himself. There were ribbons and bows and trinkets and tree bulbs and then he spied a small effigy of Mrs. Claus. It was actually pretty lifelike if Santa was being honest. It showed her with very generous curves and her mammoth boobs almost hanging out of her bright red velvet dress.

He gave a big Ho Ho Ho at sight of it and decided to reward whoever it was that went to all this trouble.

He quietly dropped his bag of goodies on the floor and tip toed out of the living room. He peeked around the corner leading to the stairs and chuckled to himself.

When he went upstairs he found the bedroom belonging to Katie. As he expected, Katie was fast asleep. She had been a good girl all year and she knew better than to be awake when Santa arrived.

He knows when you are sleeping you know.

He crept into her room and looked down at her. She was a fine looking woman at twenty three years of age. With her brown hair hanging almost straight to her shoulders and her full lips curled into a half smile as visions of sugar plums danced through her dreams.

Santa held his hand out palm down over her sleeping form and slowly drew the covers back. Her bright red negligee hugged her slender body delectably and his eyes twinkled with delight. Ever ardahan escort so slowly he tugged the strings down her shoulders and to her upper arms. The soft swell of her generous breasts came into view and he reached down and pulled the sewn in bra cups down and away.

The bright pink nipples that came into view took Santa’s breath away. He bent to one knee and suckled her left nipple lovingly.

Mrs. Claus would understand he knew. She realized better than most how difficult it was for adults to hold on to their beliefs in these challenging times. Katie had never ceased to believe in Santa Claus and his magic. Ever since she was a little girl she had believed and kept on believing. Even when her friends tried to talk her out of it, she held on to her belief.

Santa intended to reward her for her life-long loyalty.

Katie moaned softly in her sleep as Santa gently tweaked her nipple with his lips and tongue.

He moved his hand up between her thighs and tickled the sparse hair there. Katie squirmed and then Santa’s fingers penetrated her slit. By now it was soaking wet and they went in easily.

Katie opened her eyes and looked down at the full head of silver hair leaning down over her chest. She put her arms around his neck and held him closely with a sigh.

“Santa?” she breathed softly, “Is that you?”

“Yes child,” he said as he looked up into her eyes, “It’s me. HO HO HO.”

“Oh Santa!” she squealed, “I knew it! I just knew you were real!”

“I’m here to give you your present!” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Katie grinned and laid back adıyaman escort with her arms and legs splayed apart.

“I’m ready Santa,” she said breathily.

“I’m sure you are my child,” he said.

He lay down beside her and kissed her passionately. She was overwhelmed with emotion and the goose pimples stood up on her arms and neck. His thick bushy beard tickled her chin and cheeks and she nuzzled into it gratefully.

With a few deft movements Santa removed her negligee completely. He gazed down at her naked form and smiled. Katie looked at him and giggled, very pleased with herself that Santa liked what he saw.

She reached down to his broad belt buckle and unfastened it. She was surprised at how easily it opened for her. Then she shoved the front of his bright red slacks away. She smiled happily at the rigid hard on she found there. It wasn’t too big or too small. It was just right.

As Santa buried his face between her thighs she went to work on his erection. As soon as she took it between her lips she giggled again. It tasted just like a candy cane.

In the meantime she was enjoying very much what Santa was doing. His tongue was dancing on her clitoris and sending little jolts of electricity up her spine with every touch. When he slid his broad tongue up her slit she cooed with joy. She wrapped her legs around his neck and sighed when he let out a big HO HO HO. His thick facial hair warmed her thighs and gently caressed the skin on her legs.

Then he started pumping his hips against her face. He was enjoying what she was doing too!

Very soon karabük escort she felt his juices begin to flow. It tasted like crème de menthe.

Then he was sliding his member between her lips quickly. When he went stiff a jet of sweet tasting cream flooded her mouth. She giggled again as the thick stuff made its way down her throat.

Then Santa was laying Katie on her back. She sighed with anticipation as his member slid up and down against her outer lips.

He gazed down at her and she shivered with joy. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples were merry, his cheeks were like roses and his nose like a cherry.

“Are you ready for your gift my child?” he said to her.

“Oh yes Santa!” she whispered, “I’m so ready!”

Then he was inside her. She orgasmed the minute he entered her. She kept on cumming with almost every thrust. It must have been Santa’s magic because she lost count of how many times she came. When he finally deposited his sweet smelling cream inside her she was delirious with pleasure, almost unconscious.

She just lay back with her legs splayed wide and his semen drooling lazily out of her and down to stain the bed beneath her. The scent of crème de menthe drifted up from between her legs and she sighed with pleasure.

Santa reached down and placed his hand just above her head. Instantly Katie was fast asleep. Her dreams of sugar plums and falling snow continued as if she’d never wakened up.

Then he made his way back to the living room.

He left the gifts for her from his list under her tree and a few more besides. After all, girls like Katie who still believed in Santa Claus after all these years were hard to come by.

He didn’t speak a word and went straight to his work, filling the stockings and he turned with a jerk. Then he touched his finger to the side of his nose and just like that up the chimney he rose.

As he leapt into his sleigh he called out in a shout, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night”.

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Don’t do drugs! Unless it lets ya see the future. Me? I’m talkin’ to horses. Ain’t he a pill?

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Sugar Plum, Texas! 1876!

Deputy Ira Grennen woke up to the sounds of Cogburn, Sugar Plum’s resident rooster ranting and raving over it being too bright. Another sunny morning, Ira crawled out of his bunk above the jail where he lived and worked below. It wasn’t much, small, dank, and dirty but it was home. Considering he didn’t have any family it was all he really required. Favoring his bullet wound he wondered how he even climbed the ladder to reach his loft. He was grateful for a rest at least with stable hand Dooley Finn helping guard his prisoners.

Stretching he used a water bowl with hardly fresh contents and pitcher to wash up and tend to his wounded leg. Still wincing in pain, at least it had feeling. Sitting down to get dressed he held off as he heard wolf calls in the jail below. The Dillsby Gang and the Redmont Butler Gang sharing a cramped cell they obviously were either getting along and enjoying each other’s company or a lady had stepped in. Dooley Finn telling the gangs to behave themselves in front of Miss Jenkins, perked the lanky deputy into hurrying up. Asking where Ira was, he took pause at hearing Dooley provide information. Thanking him the blonde beauty stepped into the back room and peered up at the ladder’s top. Without even being invited Clara Beth Jenkins took to climbing.

“Ira?” Her head cleared the lifted trap door and peered into the gloom. “Are you feeling better?” Just as she surfaced Ira laid back groaning. Seeing his narrow cot with the feigning deputy writhing about as if in pain she pouted and continued her climb. Below her Dooley stood in wait just in case she slipped on a step. She ignored him beneath her mainly because her dress flared out so much that it masked his prying eyes. Yes, Dooley looked up at her bloomers. “Ira? Is the pain truly that bad?”

Pulling herself up using the trap door she stared out over his low to the floor cot and saw his erection rising right before her eyes. Smirking with a blush she recalled holding that pecker up in Doc Hollister’s office two days prior. “I think you are making things worse than they really are. Unless of course the pain is so excruciating that your willy has rigor mortis.” Big words but she did have access to books out at the church. “But that would mean you were dead.”

“It hurts Miss Jenkins. Hurts bad!”

“You poor thing. Are you even able to get out of bed?” She saw droplets of water from his bowl on the wood floor and knew he had been up. Unless of course those droplets were from him beating off. Intrigued over that possibility she stepped lightly into the room and looked down at Dooley. “I made it just fine. Thank you for your concern, Mister Finn.” Waving he stepped back into the main jail. With a sly grin Clara Beth gently closed the trap door and gave them privacy. More moaning and groaning she tiptoed over to Ira’s side looking down upon his person. Wearing dirty long johns with his chest buttons undone down to his belly she smiled at his physique.

For two days now she had thought of Ira proposing to her in his agony. While not really in love like she was with her late sister’s husband Sheriff Tom Barrett she was certainly lonely. Why she was here was merely to relive that moment a bit without giving him any answer. He was in pain that day so he could have just been delirious. Of course, that pecker was fully loaded by the looks of it. “How can I help ease your pain, Ira?”

“My heart hurts too Clara Beth Jenkins.” He patted his chest with a worried but loving glint in his eyes. “You runnin’ off like you done did, hurt even more.”

“I was frightened by my… deed, Ira. It was disrespectful. I came to apologize.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for. Best medicine ever.”

“That’s very sweet.” She knelt down next to his cot and palmed the hand over his heart. “I think you know I can’t be anything more than a friend. Tom!”

“Yer in love with the Sheriff. I always saw that look in yer eye. But when you touched me down here,” He took her hand toward his tented crotch, she allowing it “, I felt somethin’ that you were missin’ cuz of Tom still pinin’ for your sister.”

“Tom does not see me as my sister, Ira. I fear he never will.” Removing his hand from hers she lay her palm directly over his hidden pubic hair, a pinky touching his shaft. Patting his lowest point, she sighed. “If I help you on occasion, you cannot tell Tom.”

“I’ll take it to my grave Clara Beth. I swear on every bible in Father Rodrigo’s church.”

“I can’t stay long, or it will look bad. The Father took William up to see Tom. I told them I needed to stop by the Mercantile.”

“Seein’ Tom all weak and bandaged up might not be good for Willy.”

“Let’s worry more about your willy for the moment.” She giggled lightly then held her breath so that Dooley or the prisoners below couldn’t hear her. “I’ll have you know that you are the first man I have ever touched down there.” Her fingers göztepe escort moved higher to slide beneath his long johns. Gripping his erection Ira arched his back and shared a warm smile.

“I got me no gals to touch neither. I don’t go near the doves. Jus’ ain’t me Clara Beth.”

“Well, that’s good.” She stroked his cock. “May I see him again?”

“You may!” He sat up and drew his shirt portion from his shoulders and painfully lifted his ass off the cot so that he could roll his underwear down. His long pecker coming into view with her fingers still curled he nearly nutted on the spot. “Like what you see, Clara Beth?”

“Would I be here if I didn’t?”

“Reckon not! You’re an angel.”

“In the eyes of God, I somehow doubt that. I am doing something bad.”

“Is it bad? Is it really bad?” He whimpered a bit at her increasing rhythm.

“I’ll pray for my poor judgment.” She whispered. “You really should have your own home, Ira. I don’t feel right being up here above such bad men.” All of which were peering up through the floors narrow slats seeing only the white glow of her petticoat. Wolf calls and whistles heard below she creased her brow. Looking to her right she did see light between each plank. “Oh, my!” She thought to herself. As bad as those men were, it did turn her on. No eyes seen just shadowy movements of men hogging the vantage point, she pictured herself naked and they getting an eye full. Yearning expressions brewing she lost her mind in the moment and kissed Ira directly over his urethra.

“I liked that.” Ira mumbled, protecting her honor with barely audible words. So did she! While procreative sex such as blowjobs were uncommon it wasn’t unheard of. Daring herself to go for it she wrapped her lips around his crown. “Likin’ that even more.” Silencing him with her index finger then using that free hand to spider walk up his belly she took in three inches to sample the unknown. Recalling her sister telling her of this act that she and Tom practiced she just couldn’t resist. After the other day jerking Ira off it had consumed her thoughts, masturbating every night since. Sadly, it was all too quick. Growling lightly Ira exploded into her mouth, the sheer pleasure of his tasty jizz made her whine and drain him dry. Trembling hard, Ira snatched up her hand over his heart where the spider had stopped. “Thank you, my angel.” Awww!

Pulling away from his pecker she kissed the tip then drew from his grip and stood up. “I need to go. If I don’t have items from Loretta and Wilbur’s mercantile Father Rodrigo will question it.”

“I need to get dressed and back to work anyways. Dooley Finn needs to go back to the stable before Mister O’Malley grows cross.”

“That man is pure evil. How he’s manipulating every resident in Sugar Plum is despicable.”

“Ain’t no lie. I owe him like everyone else. Why you think I’m stuck up here in the jail loft? Can’t afford no house.”

“Yet he lives in O’Malley Alley. I overheard someone say that, yes, Miss L’Amour called it that. Where is she by the way, I’d like to thank her again for saving Tom’s life.”

“Her and Dorieann Finn took Ned Potter out into the desert to find that money the Dillsby’s took.” He lowered his voice knowing the Dillsby and Butler gangs were likely listening. “Been gone almost a full day now.”

“I hope she’s alright! With Comanche running loose they could be hurt.”

“She talks Comanche so that there might help.”

“Really? Where did she learn the language?”

“Dunno! Really smart gal.”

“A strange gal at that. I still cannot believe she bit a burning wick off of a stick of dynamite. What type of lady does that?”

“DEVILS DAUGHTER!” The Dillsby’s below all recited at once. Knowing they heard her she flared her eyes and touched her lips. Ira’s leftover cum on her fingertips wet her whistle. Smiling at Ira she bit her fingernail and turned away. Maybe Sadie was!

Hatch lifted Clara Beth called out to Dooley. “I’m coming down, Mister Finn.”

“Right below ye Miss Jenkins. I’ll catch ye if ye fall.”

“My hero.” She cloaked his view of her with her dress and petticoat then flipped her tongue out at Ira. “Feel better Ira. I’ll tell Tom you have everything under control.”

“Much better Clara Beth.” He stood up and wagged his dick at her. Blushing but giddy she took a few steps down. Her skirt long, she accidentally stepped on it and tragically lost her balance. Falling from her perch directly into Dooley’s hands she squealed. His entire upper body was beneath her skirt, face buried right into her snatch. Luckily, his view was obscured so he missed seeing Ira towering above, his pecker still out. Grennen was more worried for her safety. Looking up at Ira, Clara Beth’s mouth was wide, and her eyeballs retreated in favor of a white flag. She surrendered to Dooley’s mouth over her vagina. Although covered by her petticoat she could still feel his warm breath through the material and his mumbling lips moving over her labium. çorlu escort A first for her! Not so much for Dooley, however. He was more embarrassed than she was.

Placing her feet on the floor Dooley crawled out from under her and turned red in the face. “Me apologies Lass!”

“Worry not, Mister Finn.” She fanned her features and smoothed out her dress. The prisoners busted up laughing. They might not have seen it firsthand but knew what had occurred. Ira in retaliation put his hands inside his boots and beat the floor with them. Sand and dust build up drifted like rain down upon the men in the cell. The laughter became cursing.

“QUIET DOWN OR WON’T BE NO BREAKFAST FER ANY OF YA.” Clara Beth giggled at Ira’s outburst and turned away from Dooley to head through the jail. Further whistles followed her to the door leading outside. Dooley trailing her sneered at the prisoners with a look that could kill.

“Drop by any time!” Sunny Dillsby chuckled.

“I think she’s a fallin’ for ya Deputy.” Spur Dillsby called out to the ceiling. “Or maybe it was the other deputy.”

“Fallin’ for Irish too.” Brother Shep concluded the Dillsby rants. Big brother Sam kept quiet as per usual, deep in thought! The Butler gang remained silent as well now that the amusement was over. Dusting off their scalps and beards kept them busy.

“Well! That was fun.”

Clara Beth giggled all the way to the mercantile.

********

Water’s Edge Reservation! Comanche territory!

Sadie Lynn Outlaw woke up naked in the Chief’s tent. Cottonmouth she licked her lips and stared up at the teepee ceiling to see blue sky. The last she remembered was returning from her crazy ass time quest. Native American VisionQuest, in reality, only due to some odd side effect of peyote. Her astral form she surmised had left her body. While understanding the how, her a woman out of time from the far future combined with her mental connection to her telepathic anchor Tilly Ford was all she had. It made zero sense! But again, so did a horse with her uncle’s spirit within him. That and her Three Amigos Larry, Moe, and Squirrely, the spirit eagles that no one could see but her. There was just no true way of grasping this reality. Her body reacting to touch she unclouded her brain and lifted her head.

“I swear if that’s you eatin’ my twat Ned Potter, I’m gonna fill your britches with scorpions.” Nope! Not Ned! Gnawing on her clit was a pleasant surprise. “Chasing Wind? Now you I can handle.”

“We played like the coyotes in the hills chasing their tails.” The beautiful squaw smiled, her wet chin lifting away from Sadie’s vulva. “We fell asleep in one another’s arms until the sun came up. I wanted a morning meal before Gnawing Beaver came for me. The Chief wished that I stay here with you.”

“Where is ole’ Hawk in Flight?”

“Speaking to the spirits alone. He had a vision last night.”

“Reckon we all did.” Rising up on her elbows she found her allies Dorieann Finn and the outlaw Ned Potter curled up snoring in each other’s arms. One of them at least fully clothed! “Aww! Look at them cuddlin’ up. Won’t last! Not ifn I can’t dissuade the Judge that Ned there has turned a cactus needle.” She thought as Chasing Wind went back for thirds. “Fuck! I didn’t know squaws back here in the 19th century were into eatin’ pussy. Course, she is hitched to a fella named Gnawing Beaver. Suppose he taught her a few things. Vice versa!”

Dawning on her that she had gotten Tarnation high she wondered how her experiment went. “If I could reach Tilly in the future on the level I did, I had a hunch maybe Brandon and Tarnation might have connected the same way. No way of knowin’ though considerin’ horses can’t talk.” Thoughts wavering Sadie Lynn tensed up and gushed across Chasing Wind’s tongue. The girl thrived on the juices and rolled her eyes white. “Damn she chows down. Too bad she’s collared to the Chief and Beaver Boy. If she weren’t I’d take her along with me when I follow grampa Jessup come time.”

“You might get that chance.”

“Tilly Ford?” She lay back listening to her AI within her head. “Rest good Matilda Lou?”

“I did! Thank you for asking. Things have been quiet here this morning.”

“Chasm still on our side?”

“She is! I dabbled in her thoughts after she left me and found her honored to have met you under such crazy circumstances.”

“Well, that’s good. Did you see through me when I got Tarnation stoned?”

“Yes. However, could we know the results?”

“Prolly can’t! I reckon I just wanted Uncle Brandon wherever he is in 2022 to see himself. Well, sorta! Only thing is ifn my guess is right and the nanites in you and I connect us, Brandon might not have that same puzzle piece. He had nanites too, right?”

“Yes. All travelers do.”

“Figgered! Tarnation doesn’t though. He’s just the unlucky lucky to be saddled with Brandon’s spirit.” Saddled! That made her smile.

“Are you happy, Sadie L’Amour?” Chasing Wind sat up and crawled into ümraniye escort Sadie’s arms. Holding her Sadie smiled and kissed the girl’s cheek.

“I’m better than happy Windy. Love ya for the lap prance but I gotta tell ya I’m more a Big Peter Pan kinda gal.” She knew Chasing Wind had no clue. “Fellas! Men! Warriors! Ah! But for you I’ll make an exception. Just lay here with me.” Thankful the girl closed her eyes and snuggled in thought. “Where were we, Tilly Ford?”

“Brandon. Your idea is unique. I wish my psi talents could reach out that far but I don’t even know where Brandon is being held. All I know is it is a special facility donated to the male travelers who came home lost.”

“So, no clue if any got better. I’m thinkin’ my eagles are a few of those lost boys.”

“Possibly! I will have Teresa pry and see if she can narrow down a location. Not that it helps us any.”

“Question! That Corona Wabash who rescued you, can she be trusted?”

“I believe so. She is as tough as you are.”

“So, why didn’t she get assigned to Jessup?”

“They valued her as a retriever. She has made multiple trips without losing herself. She not only brought me home, but also Brandon. To my knowledge there are only 3 retrievers.”

“How many attempts did Wyndham make back to 1876?”

“Over two dozen.”

“Excludin’ the males, how many females came back?”

“Myself! Two others! They were not psi based like I was. I was their first attempt concerning my powers. The first was Conchita Hernado she like Jessup disappeared. The second was Peggy Ann Winslow, also gone missing and never located.”

“Nanites couldn’t track them?”

“Unfortunately, not. It is presumed they perished, the nanites would then cease function.”

“Maybe they went beyond that range the General has on me to prevent running off.”

“Perhaps! With no psi connections at that point, it is unclear.”

“Any way around that radius?”

“Not that I am aware of. Something further for Chasm to look into on the sly.”

“I wonder why the Wyndham boys hadn’t sent Teresa back here.”

“She is too new. Her telepathic range limited. But I do see your point. A psi is an advantage. I could suggest that to Carlsbad or at least question the possibility. I’m certain Teresa would jump at the chance if she could. My gut tells me they don’t think of her as qualified enough.”

“Was you in shape beyond your psi talents?”

“Not really! I have a high IQ so that benefited me. You have an elevated IQ as well, if not the smartest. Your survival instincts and military conditioning is what attracted you to the company. Being related to Jessup an edge.”

“Which is why Brandon groomed me. Sad, but I get it. I just wish I understood why Wyndham is so curious over a Texas Ranger gone MIA. What is so special about Jessup?”

“An unfinished diary was found alluding to Jessup seeing what is interpreted to as a UFO in the skies over West Texas. His horse’s corpse was found in the desert with a saddle bag engraved with his name. Your locket watch was within that bag and recovered. The diary mentioned seeing lights in the sky at night for a duration of three nights in a row.”

“Has any traveler tracked that horse right up until he vanished?”

“None got that far.”

“So, who found the saddle bag?”

“Fellow Texas Rangers tracking Jessup. They were too late of course, no sign of Jessup himself.”

“He abducted by aliens?”

“That is what you are assigned to find out.”

“Aliens really exist?”

“They do.”

“Area 51?”

“No idea! I just know what I’ve eavesdropped on when General Westmore pays a visit. Very minor details at best. They were not little grey or green men. Humanoid I gather.”

“Ain’t that somethin’! Roswell?”

“No! Arizona near the Grand Canyon. 1963!”

“Wyndham ever consider sendin’ travelers to that crash site before the crash and stake it out?”

“I have no idea.”

“What I’d do ifn I was them. By the way, who are the Wyndham’s? Who owns that place.”

“The Wyndhams’ are an anomaly. Not even I know any family names.”

“Weird! Makes no sense, does it.”

“Very careful people I presume.”

“I’m guessin’ that’s why when I applied for that job through Westmore’s recommendation the welcomin’ committee didn’t reveal any details on the founders. Could be there are no Wyndham kin it’s just a black site codename.”

“My thoughts too. Not even Brandon knew. Trust me I read his mind on occasion. Which is how I knew that he was in love with me.”

“Love at first snoop, huh?”

“I suppose. I tried my best not to invade his mind out of respect, but a girl is not perfect. Insecurity I suppose.”

“Ain’t that a fact. Let me get my soggy ass up and check on Tarnation. I need to wake the lovebirds up and see ifn the Chief allows us to leave. Hey, Tilly?”

“Yes?”

“About that notion I had on savin’ you. How bad would that be in all honesty?”

“A wonderful idea, but that would likely cause a paradox as they say. Rescuing me would not put you into the equation in 2022. The future changing could disrupt far too many lives.”

“What if I left clues to my whereabouts for say Newton Tickle Bear. I could stop by his tower rock and chisel a note. Which reminds me I need to know where his kin is. I know that there shaman last night wasn’t his great, great, great.”

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Note: This is basically a teaser chapter, though a long one, of the next large scale story series I want to do after TLL. I’ll be finishing up TLL before I do any more work on this. I’m not sure on the format or main plotline I want to do for it yet, though I’m thinking of turning this into a series with several smaller plots each with their own selection of chapters. I could really see myself having fun with this type of story. Also, be warned, as I am a male, I cannot comprehend the female mind. Still, please comment and give me your thoughts on the story in general, in terms of characters, plot, sex, and anything else.

*

“Oh, hey! Believe it or not, you’re our millionth customer to purchase this game!”

A cheery voice echoed through the spacious, though messy, room that could only belong to a girl in college.

“You’re not kidding?”

A second voice responded to the first, though this one was more out of curiosity than surprise.

The first voice spoke again, though out of annoyance, “Yea, that’s what the clerk said when I bought this. Really, I was only buying a gift for my cousin’s birthday since he said he really wanted this game.”

“You’re cousin? Isn’t that that Martin person that carries around that camera at those family reunions you brought me to? He’s funny!” The second voice laughed as it reminisced.

“Hailey… Please shut up, I know you think he’s cute an all, but PLEASE! Keep it in your pants.” The first voice was now visibly annoyed.

Hailey only laughed some more and took it in stride, “Oh come on, I obviously don’t think of him that way, he’s too young in the first place… But he is just so cute! Still is, how old is he anyways, Glasie?

Glasie rolled her eyes and honestly replied, “When you first saw him, I think he was eleven. Though I believe he is now sixteen. Still, he really wanted this game, but he said that his parents wouldn’t let him buy it as it is rated eighteen plus. Though he somehow managed to get them to let him have the game if someone bought it for him.”

Hailey took the said game and surveyed it with squinting eyes, “Let’s see here… So this game is called ‘Rebellions’… I wonder why? And because you were the millionth buyer, you got two copies of this game?”

Glasie shrugged, “Yea, I went up to the clerk with a copy of the game and that’s what he said. I went to that really popular electronics place so I guess there were a lot of people buying this game, it seems really popular too, this ‘Rebellions’ game. I’ve seen commercials and everything advertising this as the next big game in virtual reality. Also, because I was the millionth, I was given a free ‘Red Set’ VR player.” Glasie forced a smile at the end of her words. In all honesty, she really wanted a VR player, though she didn’t have nearly enough money to afford one, culinary school isn’t cheap after all.

Hailey frowned mockingly, “Awwww, you’re so lucky… Those VR sets are super expensive! The cheapest one doesn’t even go past eight hundred dollars. Yet you get one for free! THERE IS NO JUSTICE!!!” In her mock despair, Hailey slammed her hands down on Glasie’s shoulders.

Glasie laughed while pushing Hailey’s hands off, “Cut out the noise, you’ll scare the kids!”

“You still refer to these icky rat things as kids?”

“Hey! Sock and Kitty are not rats! They are cute and friendly ferrets!” Moped Glasie as she stroked her hand across her pet ferret, Sock, who happened to be dashing by.

Glasie loved cute animals, especially ferrets since she first saw them in a pet store when she was six. Ever since then, she pleaded and begged her parents for one, though it never came to her. And since she moved out, her first non-college splurge was on those two ferrets and various objects which one needed to take care of such an animal. Admittedly, it was an extremely stupid purchase, though Glasie never once regretted it and had come to love her pet ferrets quite a bit.

With the topic going off course even more, Hailey said, “Shouldn’t those rats be bad in your place? I mean, you’ve got tons of decorative glassware, wouldn’t they destroy them?”

Glasie picked up Kitty who was sniffing the bag which Glasie had carried the two copies of ‘Rebellions’ in and answered, “Nope! They only run on the floor and furniture, they, for some reason, are quite gentle around the glass. Maybe they know how much I love them and glass and play nice around the fragile glass?

Glasie also owned a collection of various glass objects. One would think that such a collection would be expensive to maintain and add to, but it was the opposite, as all the glassware she obtained was either donated or given to her, or she paid for it cheaply at various garage sales.

The two friends conversed some more about random topics until Hailey glanced at a nearby clock and suddenly looked rather frantic. “Ah! I should leave like right now. Almost twenty minutes for my job. Still, you have fun with your shiny VR system and game; I’ll tuzla escort come over some other time. See you at school!”

As Hailey grabbed her belongings and put on her coat to brush off the strangely cold spring, Glasie snuck behind her and held Kitty at head’s height in order to scare her good friend. Glasie found it immensely entertaining to scare Hailey with her pets, much to Hailey’s chagrin. Hailey looked behind and freaked out for several seconds at the sight of the ferret’s face at point blank range, panting heavily after. She, in good fun, menacingly pointed a finger at Glasie and left the door out of the apartment building.

“Good girl, Kitty. Ok then…” Silence then permeated the abnormally spacious apartment. The pitter-patter of the ferret’s feet as it traversed between the hard floor to the carpeted areas was quite relaxing to Glasie, almost like her beloved rainy days.

Unlike most people, Glasie adored rainy days; she didn’t even when for weeks straight did it rain.

Glasie grabbed a tube of wrapping paper in and proceeded to wrap Martin’s gift tightly. When she was satisfied, she moved herself to a couch and stared at the ‘Red Set’ VR system. All her life, Glasie had never played a single game. Sure she watched her friends and relatives play quite a few of them, and she was very interested in them as well, but she never wanted to actually play one. Her main excuse was that pushing buttons and moving analog sticks did nothing to improve upon a person’s skills. Yet ever since the invention of the VR system several years ago, the gaming industry traveled straight into a cyclone of strangeness.

Companies went broke and bailed out, while some made quite the profit. The introduction of a convenient and easy to use VR system proved quite unpredictable to the economy. Though eventually, and very recently, the markets became relatively quite. At least until the introduction of the game ‘Rebellions’.

Calling itself the most advanced VR game in existence, it undoubtedly turned many people’s heads. The developers, who belonged to a company named ‘SonataCraft’, let many testers and ordinary gamers play the game for a small, but enticing, while. And their reviews of the game were astonishingly positive. It was as if every VR game created so far could be flushed down the toilet in order to make way for ‘Rebellions’. It was the first working VRMMO. It had graphics that equaled reality, and a fighting system that couldn’t be improved on in any way. Thus those who paid attention were obviously interested in buying the game and flocked to the game stores to camp out and buy the first copies of the game.

Even though the game had only been out for barely more than a week, more than several hundred thousand copies had been sold. And when three weeks passed, around a nine hundred thousand million copies had been sold. It was only recently that it reached one million copies sold, with Glasie apparently being the one-millionth buyer of this game. And even then, there were basically no negative comments to be had about the game. Of course there were those who insulted the game out of spite or those who were doing everything in their power to find fault in the game, but they were largely ignored.

Yet one colony of complaints originated around some of the game’s features. These complaints were the loudest and were what gravitated the entire anti-VR groups to keep going. It focused on two things, first was the nudity and sex, and the other was the pain. Though courts disallowed these complaints as ‘SonataCraft’ made it expressly clear that the game was eighteen plus and that such features existed. They made sure that every player was warned several times over by the features in order to stop too many misunderstandings. In the game’s manual, there were apparently a number of procedures one had to follow when playing the game, though few bothered to follow them.

Glasie lived in one of the largest populated cities of her country, and thus the biggest retail electronics store was finding it quite difficult to keep its shelves of ‘Rebellions’ stocked. Though Glasie had managed to persevere and acquire not one, but two copies of the game due to her position of being the one-millionth buyer.

As Glasie mulled the day over, she found herself somewhat aroused. Mainly due to the stress of being in such a crowded store, Glasie found herself wanting to remove the stress she acquired. Being one to hate being steady with one person at her young age, Glasie never held a steady boyfriend in her life, though she had been with several partners, of both persuasion, when it came to bed. She considered herself bi, though she also considered herself straight romantically.

Still, that wouldn’t stop Glasie from the occasional masturbation session to relieve herself. And because of those needs, she bought herself a small range of toys.

Moving to her bedroom, Glasie perused her collection of toys, pendik escort while rubbing her somewhat damp snatch inside her panties, and procured two items. One was a ridged, purple vibrator; the other was twenty-two centimeter hard dildo.

Placing the two toys on her bed, Glasie proceeded to remove her clothes, first was her tank top and bra and second was her jeans and panties. She pushed and teased her endowed chest, which contained a healthy C cup set pair of tits. When it came to sex appeal, Glasie knew how to pull it off, though she rarely tried and thus looked rather plain to most people’s eyes.

Keeping one hand on her breasts, Glasie rolled and played with her hardening nipples. The other hand slowly snaked its way down to her pussy and tickled the tip of her clitoris. Shivering from the contact of her own fingers, Glasie moaned audibly and proceeded to stimulate herself to her first orgasm. Glasie was quite pleased with her ability to quickly come to a climax, and not a weak one, but generally an exceptionally powerful and pleasing climax.

Glasie pulled both of her nipples forward firmly and pleasurably. She rubbed circles around her areolas and squashed her bust together. She squeezed her tits tightly together, causing the nipples to rub against each other and cause the hot sensations to race towards her head. Glasie moved one of her hands back towards her pussy and proceeded to once again tease her clitoris. Though after several minutes of this attention, Glasie couldn’t resist placing two of her thicker fingers at the entrance of her pussy and slowly but surely push them in.

After several cute mewls, Glasie found herself not satisfied with being gentle, and without hesitation, she thrust her fingers in as deep as possible. That did it, as her moaned wildly at her impending orgasm. Waves of pleasure throbbed around her body and up towards her brain, frying what rationality she had for the time being.

Glasie, to stifle the noise, moaned face down into a pillow and continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her wet folds at a practically exponential rate. Yet why stop there?

Utilizing her free hand, Glasie grabbed the vibrator and moved it towards the back of her butt. Continuing her rampant, though slowed down, thrusting of her fingers, Glasie rubbed the vibrator between the cheeks of her butt, she also coated the toy with the juices from her snatch. With several deeps breaths, Glasie teased and prodded the tight entrance of her butt with the tip of her purple vibrator. She removed the hand at her nether folds and placed it on the dildo, which she would take advantage of soon, in preparation. And on the count of three, Glasie abruptly shoved the vibrating toy into her ass with great jubilation.

Immediately switching it onto a medium setting, Glasie found herself unable to stay quiet and let out a long, constant moan into the pillow. She thrust the vibrator in and out of her ass several times, savoring the exceptional sensation from the vibrations. Yet Glasie didn’t stop there, as she had one more toy to pleasure herself with.

Like with the vibrator, Glasie coated every centimeter of the dildo and inserted several centimeters of the toy into her pussy that was still enjoying the feeling of her fingers.

With a tight grip on both toys, Glasie forced herself into a fetal position on her bed and proceeded to thrust them both into her tight holes simultaneously. She could help but receive another rapturous orgasm from the delicious sensations. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the sudden wave of pleasure entering the depths of her clouded, erotic mind.

With the tumult of a crowd, Glasie climaxed twice more at the hands of her toys. Trying various positions that normally would have her sandwiched between two guys. She even pulled out the dildo on several occasions and lustfully tasted her own juices, savoring the sweet taste of her essence in her mouth.

Yet she eventually grew tired and found herself drifting off to a blissful sleep. Interrupting proceedings, Glasie removed the toys and wrapped them in a cloth and deposited them back into the drawer she kept them before succumbing to the allure of dreamland.

–

Two days passed, and since then, Glasie handed off the gift wrapped game to her cousin Martin’s vexed parents. Though they were appreciative of the thought of their niece giving their son a gift for his birthday, they admonished the fact that it was THAT gift in particular. Still, Martin was exceptionally happy, giving his cousin a rare hug.

Glasie enjoyed the cake and time with family that she rarely found time for. In reality, she had plenty of time to visit family, though she made many excuses in order to avoid overexposure to her family. Yet when she did visit, she enjoyed her time.

Two days had passed, and Glasie had yet to find herself touching the VR system in her apartment. Two days she had spent a majority maltepe escort of her time staring at the system and game, curious about them in general. Two days it took before Glasie finally felt motivated to actually plug in the VR system and try out the game.

“Huh… The ‘Red Set’ VR system is a top of the line product with various features that we will explain here… Blah blah blah. Hmmm, I plug this here and that there and this anywhere and I’m done. Oh joy!” Declared Glasie sarcastically.

A VR system is resembles a sort of closed visor helmet that one would find in a medieval movie or renaissance fair. A carbon-fiber frame covers the majority of the head to provide protection in case of something randomly falling on your head. It has a translucent visor that connects from both sides of the frame and covers every centimeter of your vision. Several small wires with pads attached to it dangled down, which connected to a user’s cheeks, those put the user into a sort of sleep before the user can actually delve into VR. Another set of smaller wires and pads attached to a person’s forehead, which apparently stimulated the brain’s amino acid levels or something that Glasie couldn’t understand. A panel on the underside of the helmet frame was found to be able to slide off to the side, which unveiled several intimidating looking needles that barely reached a width of several hairs. This was reported to be one of the more dangerous parts of the VR system, though it was needed to transmit various sensations of all types, be it temperature, movement, sight, tastes, smells, noises, emotions, and even pain and pleasure. Though it was harmless if one put on the helmet right, and there were sensors to tell a user if they had put on the helmet on right, and it would not activate until the user did.

Glasie prided herself on the fact that she was scared of very few things, at least in the mundane world. She began to be even more curious on what she would discover in a world created from virtual reality. Just what could she find and believe in the world of ‘Rebellions’.

Glasie inserted a power cell into the VR system. In order to run, a VR system needed a stable power source which could come from a power cell or an outlet, yet it was said that it be better if it had both sources. She plugged the VR system into an outlet of her bedroom. She noticed that a single power cell could last for twenty-four hours, which may not seem all that long, but was quite an exceptional amount of time due to the power needed to run a portable VR system.

Glasie perused the back of the box containing ‘Rebellions.’

[Enter and explore a frightening and exciting world that can only end when your imagination runs out!]

[Feel the full weight of the sensations you feel in everyday life in the world of Rebellions!]

[Choose from three sets of races and the sub races within those: The humans! The Elves! And the Beast Races!]

[Create a character of any race that resembles you and decide what to do from that point!]

[Form groups up to seven and guilds of infinite size in order to interact with the friends or your life and the ones you make in here!]

[Fight in exciting battles that can train your reflexes and wit to mysterious levels!]

[Formulate important strategies to combat other players or creatures that require guile, deceit, and deception!]

[Enjoy a class and leveling system that allows you to take advantage of any spell or weapon combination you wish!]

[Interact with the flora and fauna of seven different continents that base off of Earth’s continents!]

[After all… There really is no telling what you can find in a world that is within your mind!]

“Really… They sure know how to entice you.” Admitted Glasie. She wanted even more to try out the game now that she read the basic description of the game.

Just how many different kinds of creatures could be in here? How many cute ones? Will there be any ferrets? Why is it called ‘Rebellions’? Just what in the world is it that attracts everyone to this game?

These questions raced through Glasie’s head, with it centered mainly on questions relating to the mystery of why is a virtual world so enticing. Still, one can’t find out without at least trying it out first.

Glasie placed the VR system on her head, taking two long minutes to find a comfortable position that was deemed safe by the system for use. She lay down on the bed, with the pillow under the carbon fiber frame helmet. To keep herself warm, Glasie placed a thin sheet on her body. Assuming the required position, Glasie kept her legs straight and her arms right next to her torso.

The visor had several lights flinging around, which Glasie controlled with her eyes. Technology nowadays allowed people to controls various actions with the movements of their eyes, though it was somewhat finicky and expensive. Still, Glasie opened the window that led to the ‘Rebellions’ game start up. With three blinks, Glasie soon found herself falling asleep, due to the pads on her cheeks, with her eyes drifting off towards darkness.

As she fell asleep, the panel slid off to the side and painlessly inserted the thin needles into her head, bypassing the skull and effectively situating into the parts of the brain each needle was responsible for.

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Hentai World

by The Preve

Part Seven

Doctor Fuch’s Orgasmic Music Massage Machine

Hansen’s World Construction Period: 2217.08.23: Terran Standard Year: Second Age of Human Space Exploration: Hentai World Music Palace.

“So this is it then?”

“Not quite; parts are still coming in, a lot more construction needs to be done, plus it needs to be programmed.

“Hansen designed this thing?”

“Hansen couldn’t design his way out of a shithouse. No, this one’s Ernst Fuch’s idea.”

“Head of R and D? I thought he was a prig.”

“You wouldn’t believe what Mister Social Morals Workplace Representative is really like. He’s been obsessing over this baby for years.”

“So what’s with the weird design?”

“His obsession; some early first age celluloid. ‘Barbarella’ I think it’s called.”

“Well, I can see that. I understand the slide, but what’s with the conveyor belt. It makes the place look more like a factory than a music hall.”

“That’s how the blueprints worked out. Hansen wants to surprise his guests. He gives us the plans, we ask no questions. We just build it, and he pays us a shit ton of money.”

****

Magda chuckled. The look on that idiot’s face was a memory she would treasure. Her old sorority sisters would have a field day with this story.

“Damn, I miss college,” she smiled, remembering.

New Boston Yale was one of the earliest colonial subsidiary colleges established. Every bit as good as the original but far cheaper; good for colonists who just wanted careers, unimpressed by any prestige attached to the original.

Magda Lorraine’s parents, upper middle-class colonials who’d settled on New Pretoria, were happy to send their daughter to NBY, but knew the kind of environment these Yank-descended colleges contained for young women. They made sure of her weapons and hand to hand combat training before packing her off.

NBY was a breeze. Her parents taught her to be a hard driver. She sailed through Hell Week for the Phi Kappa Kappa sorority; joined their Maenad division shortly after.

“Mmmm, the good ‘ol days,” she sighed; battling the rape frats, the Gee Bees, the Incel clubs, the Roofers . . . Her division set more than a few fratters straight. God help the ones who took liberties and got the usual wrist slap. More than a few rape fratters walked out of courtrooms with smug smiles, and crawled into their frat houses, in agony, desperately cradling their pulverized testicles . . . if they still had them.

Magda suspected Dick Ransome had good protection back in the day.

Had to be good, to get away with whatever shit he pulled and not get smacked by the Maenads.

She knew of the Ransome family and their power but didn’t care. NBY was a gladiatorial arena, both academically and in campus life. The people who went through it successfully, came out as warriors, ready to take on the challenges of the ever expanding human hegemony.

Magda earned her MBA and the Wal-Mazon keiratsu immediately snagged her. She scraped, clawed, manipulated, and back stabbed her way up the tier, taking time to include a brief three-year marriage.

Magda paused, remembering. It was the one anomaly in her otherwise ruthless life. Miles Lorraine was actually nice, and the divorce was amicable. He was one of the few men she genuinely liked, but she loved money and power more. Besides, his sights were set on business opportunities in the Outer Rim, making the marriage impossible. She liked to think they were still friends, Wherever he was.

“Dick Ransome would not last very long around me in college,” Magda thought. Her little prank was mild compared to college. The universe outside college held different ideas.

There were college shenanigans, and then the real world. What happened in NBY, stayed in NBY. More discreet methods were available to handle people like Dick.

Still, the thought, of Dick making his way back to the hotel, wet, naked, and humiliated, made her laugh. Embarrassing, even for a place like this, ha!

The path Magda walked led out of the Green Grotto into a broad park. She was glad to be out of the maze with its perverted statuary, and the view before her much improved her demeanor.

The deep green grass, new cut, with a scent bringing strong childhood memories, was not terrestrial. Her parents used this species on their lawn back in New Pretoria.

Magda also recognized the trees lining the pathway, “Argosean poplar,” standing tall, shaped like assegai spears, purple leafed with lavender blossoms fluttering in the warm, soft breeze. They were considered the most beautiful of all trees in known Humanspace, and highly expensive, even by today’s standards. Only the richest maltepe escort could afford such plants.

The number lining the pathway, and placed around the park, was a reminder to Magda of Hansen’s obscene wealth. I could be so rich.

The park, in contrast to the more elaborate Green Grotto, was fairly simple, with metal benches lining the trail.

“I don’t think this area was built for sordid activities, or lingering.”

There were no hidden copses, grottoes, or tall grass, nor statuary. It was a pleasant path to walk, on a warm, partly cloudy day, sun dappling through the leaves.

“There’s obviously something at the end.”

A line of trees and hedges partially obscured the building at the end. The sight, when she crossed the line, brought out another, “Oh bloody fucking hell!”

The building was Neo Deco, made of glass and plasti-steel. Wide gray marble steps ascended upwards to the glass doors.

Two identical marble statues flanked the doors, evoking a mixture of admiration and disgust from the redheaded executive; admiration for the Michelangelean skill and artistry, disgust for the obscenely erotic nature of the sculptures. Their garishness outdid even the statuary of the grotto: two extremely well-endowed satyrs, huge, vein-lined cocks erect and prominent, faced away from the doors, pursed lips upon pan pipes.

However, the statues in themselves weren’t the cause of Magda’s “Bloody hell.” The building, itself, was an obscenity.

Two large globular structures flanked a spear-pointed tower. White pennants and flags waved from its mushroom-shaped top. It was far more obvious, even to Magda, the building’s symbolism. She realized, with further disgust, the placement, and design, of the steps leading to the doors, represented the taint beneath.

“Bloody fucking subtle, Hansen.”

Magda never considered herself prudish, “Definitely not!”

She liked sex as much as anyone, so long as person was right for her, and of her own choosing. Sex was fun, and a good way to relieve stress from workplace frustrations. Plus, it served as an excellent tool for blackmail and corporate politics.

What she didn’t like were blatant displays of ego and narcissism. She’d had enough of that at NBY and Wal-Mazon. Bad enough a moron like Dick Ransome would show his cock, but to be stuck in a resort that was nothing but a monument to some dead fuck’s libido?

“I can’t bloody wait to get away from this planet,” she fumed, “I’m going back to the hotel.”

She moved towards the loading area to maybe catch a ride (hoping the cab wouldn’t be blasting that damnable song), but paused first, at the stone block situated near the bottom of the steps.

It was a holo-platform displaying the title of the building, “Marsyas Priapus? Who’s he?”

“Marsyas Priapus was the alias of He Wei Lei, architect of the building before you,” a bright, cheerful voice said. “It comes from the names of two prominent satyrs of ancient Greek mythology, one of them a god of fertility.”

Magda, initially startled by the voice, realized it came from the stone block.

“So I take it you’re a guide, then?”

“Of course. I’m Virginia by the way; the AI in charge of the resort. We haven’t met. I spoke to your captain?”

Magda snorted, “He’s not my bloody captain. So, your avatar. Shouldn’t it display according to AI protocol?”

“The holo-program on this device is faulty, I’m afraid. It can only display the title. It’s been so long after all, and it was low priority for maintenance.”

“Seems to be a theme in this place. Well, I’m returning to the hotel and I need a cab. Preferably one that doesn’t play music.”

“Oh! Your music hall experience was not satisfying, then? I shall have a cab presently.”

“Wait, music hall? What music hall?”

“Oh! The building, of course. The Marsyas Priapus Music Hall of Erotic Wonder and Relaxation.“

Magda looked at the building, “Ah hmmm, I would not think a place such as this would have a music hall.”

“The resort caters to all tastes. More than a few guests prefer music with their assignations. Plus entertainment, dancing, and other forms of relaxation. Are you sure you don’t want to explore the building? I prepared all exhibits last night.”

Magda’s first impulse was to retort, “No! Not in the least!” but then she paused and thought, Well, if I go back to the hotel, at best, I’ll be bored, at worst, I’ll run into that idiot, Dick. Might be worth a few minutes. “All right, I’ll try it, for an hour at least.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find something interesting. Remember, we do cater to all tastes.”

Magda was sure she heard a smile in Virginia’s words, but shrugged and climbed the steps.

She entered through the glass doors, into a dark reception area. The lights switched on, illuminating a nondescript chamber, more reminiscent of a spaceport than music hall.

The interesting stuff must manavgat escort be through those doors.

Large brass doors, decorated with high reliefs depicting erotic scenes, took up much of the wall before her. A genuine artistic craftsmanship, impressive even to Magda, offset their lewdness.

Walled murals, featuring satyrs and nymphs, pointed the way, by virtue of comically directioned (and erectioned) cocks and pan pipes, towards the restrooms. Men’s and Women’s signs were missing but that didn’t surprise Magda. The Social Moralist era created a revival of separate lavatories after several decades of movement towards gender neutrality.

“Probably more was going on in the restrooms, considering the nature of this place,” Magda smirked.

She considered, briefly, taking a look but, as she felt no urge to go, decided to tour the hall. Magda took the door labeled, “The Hall of Mirrors.”

The Hall of Mirrors was a large gallery. Magda thought it familiar but couldn’t quite grasp the memory.

“Is this place a copy?” she asked.

“The Hall of Mirrors is modeled, in large part, on the famous hall in the Palace of Versailles, Old Earth,” a quiet voice from above said, “The designer, Wei Lei, used the Hall as inspiration for his own touches.”

Magda looked up. The voice came from a crystal chandelier. It hung from a domed ceiling, decorated elaborately with erotic images.

“Holo-murals, 3D,” she noted, “But you don’t sound like Virginia.”

“I am the AI specifically for this building. My mandate is to serve as guide and monitor, also to offer suggestions for patrons. You may call me Wei Lei.”

“Mmmm, after the designer. So what suggestions would you have to keep me interested? The hall is nice but there are obviously more than this.”

“Well then, you might try the Main Concert Hall of Bacchanalia. It offers a completely immersive musical experience. Perfect for lovers of music, among other interests.”

“I don’t see how such a thing would work without musicians, unless you’ve taken them out of stasis.” Magda walked down the hall, pausing occasionally to look in a mirror.

“The music hall is a fully automated entertainment facility, designed for patrons only. Professional musicians are allowed by invitation only. However, an orchestra pit is present for invitees.”

“That’s interesting,” Magda stood in front of a mirror, one of her symmetrically sculpted eyebrows cocked, “Is it an idol or karaoke immersion then?”

“Not quite. It’s something else entirely, albeit immersive does describe the experience.”

A brief light flash, seeming to come from the mirror, startled Magda. “What was that?”

“Lighting malfunction; I put in an order to the repair bots.”

The end of the hall featured a wall with bronze and silver high reliefs. She didn’t recognize the scene depicted; some mythological theme with soldiers and women. A metal plate, lower right, simply said, “Sabine.”

“So where do I find this concert hall?”

“The concert hall is on the fifth floor. Just touch the woman right in front of you for access to the elevators.”

The woman in question was a well-sculpted silver figure with toned muscles, and a curvy body matching Magda’s own. She stood ramrod straight, with an arced back, fierce defiance on her face, breasts thrust outward, as a nude, muscled helmeted soldier grabbed her arms from behind.

Magda touched the woman; nothing happened.

“Wei Lei, the door’s not opening.”

“The wall requires that you place your hands on specific areas.”

“Oh,” Magda was not clueless, particularly with the woman’s breasts pointed at her. She placed her hands on them. At first, the feel was of cold, hard metal but then, almost immediately, they warmed to body temperature.

Magda was startled for just a split second, she recognized the technology.

“Nano-bonded plasti-steel, interesting. It must have been pretty cutting edge in your time.”

“It represents state of the art development. Hansen spared no expense.”

“Not quite state of the art these days Wei Lei. Tech like this is relatively cheap now. Brothels and holo-sex salons use this.”

The silver woman opened her mouth in a silent gasp. The soldier let go of her arms and turned to Magda, a lewd grin on his face.

The other figures on the wall moved, converging on the middle section. Some flashed lewd glances at Sarah, similar to the soldier. The figures formed two lines, the two groups facing each other.

The figures stretched their arms and grasped a hitherto invisible line, formed between the two rows. They pulled back and the wall parted like a curtain.

The elevator, for which the wall doubled as doors, was a simple cube, with erotic images playing on its walls.

“Scenes from celebrated films and holos of the past,” the AI explained.

Magda was not impressed. She recognized none of the movies, I’m not a historian.

The şişli escort AI continued, “The elevator is activated by voice only. Just state the floor or hall you wish to visit.”

If she’d been more cautious, Magda would hesitate. She saw nothing dangerous with a sex resort, and the young Robby boy’s story was so old as to be practically fable.

“This place ran its course and probably closed because of costs,” she thought. She’d seen more than enough projects closed because of expenses more in bitcoin than they made. So a person could forgive her lack of hesitation on stepping into the elevator. Besides, she had an adventurous streak in her, going back to childhood.

“The Concert Hall of Bacchanalia.”

“Compliance,” and the elevator ascended.

The concert hall sat on the fifth floor. The passageway leading to it displayed little difference to present day music venues. Magda took note of its archaic style, and the erotic imagery was similar to the ground floor. The area outside the elevators was obviously meant for people to stretch their legs during intermission.

A large room to Magda’s right drew her attention.

“Clothing and Laundry Room? Why would the hall keep the laundry in such a conspicuous area?”

“The clothing and laundry room are for guests who wish to store their clothes while enjoying the performances. Laundering is provided as a courtesy. Complementary showers and baths are provided in the back.”

“The guests leave their clothes here? Why?”

The AI didn’t answer. Magda waited and asked again. The AI stayed silent. Magda’s impression was of a man standing quietly, with a mischievous smile. “I guess you want me to see for myself, huh?”

“The entrance is straight ahead.”

Magda entered, and immediately dropped her jaw in shock.

The sights in the resort, especially in the case of the Green Grotto, were outrageous enough but this . . . this obscenity tipped the glass. Much as Magda liked sex, there were limits, even for her. The concert hall was designed by and for people without them.

“Seats,” recliners actually, were placed in a stadium pattern around the center stage; mats and beds made of rubberized nano-fabric, sat near the orchestral pit. The orchestral pit was covered to protect the musicians, from what, Magda couldn’t discern at first.

A further exploration proved revealing. The “seats” displayed a variety of attachments and devices, Magda recognized as dildos and vibrators. The style of the seats was centuries old, used as sex aids and play toys. She used one once with her ex-husband. It was an . . . interesting experience, best used sparingly.

The morphing tech allowed the seats to assume different configurations; useful for singles with the toys, or couples for sharing.

Fuck the chair, or fuck each other on the chair.

The balconies above had the same seats. The domed ceiling hung with elaborate chandeliers and, “Fire nozzles?”

She’d expected fire prevention to be concealed for a place so elaborate. Her sharp mind, however, told Magda to take a second look, and realization came soon after.

“Hmmm, drains on the floor, the smooth, frictionless texture of the seat fabric, the covered orchestral pit. Lots of body fluids splashed about probably, so a convenient clean and rinse system was installed.”

Magda heard lots of sex clubs used these systems so it wasn’t surprising. “I bet the covered pit wasn’t to protect the musicians from the water.”

As it stood, the seats interested Magda less than the object positioned on the stage itself. The recliners were vintage, and likely cutting edge in tech for their time, but found everywhere these days. The object on the stage looked like nothing else.

Magda thought, at first, it was an organ. Many concert halls contained these ancient instruments. Technology could mimic the sounds created by this musical instrument but traditionalists preferred a full organ for aesthetic reasons. Very few organs were left on Earth, as knowledge on building them was long lost; most were vintage antiques maintained by experts.

“Well, what model is this beauty?” Magda knew the laws of salvage. A vintage antique like this, if representing a single model, could go to millions in bitcoin on the market, if not priceless.

She ascended the stage for a closer look. Magda nearly gasped on viewing the keyboard. It was not a holoboard, like so many pianos and organs, but an actual physical keyboard one could touch and press. She read, once, some of these things used to be made of ivory from some long extinct animal called an elephant. Magda pressed a key; no sound.

“So this machine is not activated. Wei Lei, what type of organ is this? Who made it?”

“It is not exactly an organ. It is a musical instrument, but the records regarding its actual function are encrypted. I have sent a query to Virginia for clarification.”

“That’s . . . odd.” The organ was curiously designed but Magda saw nothing to require secrecy. Unless the builder didn’t want anyone to know. Let’s see . . .

Magda examined the organ. The main body was shaped like a coffin, polished in dark obsidian, and open-ended. The other end, funnel-shaped, curved up and spread out and up to the ceiling, like a fan. Its wave-like structure was a shiny coral. Like a conch.

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A few decades back, I was driving from Austin to Houston. I was going home to visit my family for a weekend visit. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, dry and hot, 102 degrees. As an extra bonus, the air conditioning in my car was nonfunctional. I had the windows down, which helped, but it was still hot. As I drove, fine dust would stick to the sweat on my skin.

I saw a sign: “Rest Stop”. Then I noticed how thirsty I was, and decided to see if there was a water fountain. I pulled off the road and onto the entryway. It was like a tunnel – big old oak trees stretching overhead, creating some welcome shade. The driveway couldn’t have been more than 100 yards long, and as I drove, the temperature dropped noticeably. By the time I reached the rest stop, it had to be 20 degrees cooler than it was on the road.

I parked the car, cut off the engine, and got out. I was immediately struck by the silence. The busy highway was 100 yards away, but I couldn’t hear a thing. There was no wind, and no wildlife sounds either. The only thing I could hear was the tick-tick-tick of my şişli escort engine block cooling off.

There was indeed a water fountain, next to a picnic table. Both were made of cement and native limestone and had the look of something built by the WPA in the 1930s, something that was not uncommon in the area.

The air was so cool it was almost chilly and felt wonderful after the long hot air-conditionless drive. I wandered over to the water fountain and pulled the handle. A stream of water erupted from the spigot. I let it run for a second and then took a sip.

The water was so cold it was almost painful to drink. I’d swear that it was colder than freezing. I almost spit it out in shock, but swallowed anyway.

It was possibly the most delicious drink of water I’ve ever had in my life. I kept the lever down and guzzled it. When I’d drunk my fill, I cupped one hand and captured some of the water and splashed it on my face, washing off some of the road dust.

I let the water stop and looked around, just soaking up tuzla escort the atmosphere. I could feel all the tensions draining out of my body. I wanted to sit down and relax, but I was already a little late. I’d called my dad before I left, and he was expecting me to arrive soon.

I figured I could stop again on another trip, so I got back into the car and continued the journey. As I drove back out to the highway, the temperature went from almost chilly to sweltering as I left the tree cover, and I pulled onto the highway and accelerated away.

I got to my dad’s place about 90 minutes later and walked into the door.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? We’ve been worried sick! Why didn’t you let us know where you were?”

“What do you mean? I left after I called you this morning and drove right here. That was about 3 hours ago.”

“No, you called us yesterday morning. Today is Sunday. Where did you spend the night?”

It took a little bit of convincing. They showed me a Sunday paper. The shows on TV were the Sunday pendik escort shows. The guide on the cable box said it was Sunday, as did Dad’s watch. I had no watch or clock myself, and this was the late 80s, before cellphones.

Somewhere in there I’d lost a day. The only place I stopped was the rest stop, but only for a couple of minutes, and I never even sat down. It was possible that I passed out or something and never realized it, but if I did, I didn’t fall over because I didn’t have any bruises or scuff marks on my clothes.

We went back and forth for a few hours, and I allowed myself to be convinced that I had fallen asleep at that rest stop without noticing it, because nothing else made sense.

I had to be at work Monday morning, so I stayed for awhile and had dinner, then left to drive back. I made a point of looking for that rest stop, but didn’t see it. Since I was coming from the other direction, I figured I’d missed it.

I never did find it. I’ve made that trip dozens of times in the decades since. I’ve never seen the rest stop again. I even made one trip specifically to look for it, and drove the route at 30 miles an hour to make sure I wouldn’t miss it. If you were stuck behind me on that trip, I apologize.

But even now, I can still feel the utter calm of the place, and taste that shockingly cold water as it flows down my throat, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop looking for it.

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Boy Rayne’s taste was still in her mouth, the thick… surprisingly sweet warmth sliding down her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Master Lucien. Boy Rayne had slipped from her grasp, dived to the floor, and had fled… again.

She had no time to feel disappointed at his continued fear of her. Master Lucien rolled over, his legs entangling within the satin sheets as he tried to leave the bed. He fell to the floor with a grunt.

Rayne watched, her mouth gaping, as he gripped a chest of drawers near the round bed and hauled himself up, a confused scowl firmly planted on his beautiful face.

Getting his feet beneath him, he rose like a lurid, sinful god. Temptation incarnate. Completely naked. His hair was a tangled mess over his face, multifaceted gold cascading over lean rippling muscles, the contrast beguiling. His chest heaved with every breath as he clumsily reached for a black bottle. Using a rough hand to push back his hair, he tipped his head back, wrapped his lush lips around the opening to the bottle, and began gulping deeply.

Rayne nibbled her lower lip, wondering what was in that ominous looking, black bottle. It had a grinning skull with cross bones emblazoned on it.

Master gave a little choked cough and grimaced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Licking his lips, he turned his head and pinned her in place with the weight of his ice-blue stare.

He looked different. His eyes had a slightly reddish tinge surrounding the pale-pale blue, and he wavered a bit on his feet.

“Fuck,” he hissed looking back into the other room before frowning back at her.

He looked down at his glistening cock… still wet from her saliva… and some of Boy Rayne’s cum.

His lips parted, eyes widening as he swiped at the pale pink fluid with one finger. He stared at it confused.

Rayne felt her face heat. What if Master Lucien did not want her to pleasure others. But she was a slave—an un-owned one. She had no collar of ownership.

“Master,” she whispered, longing filling her. If only he would accept her as his personal slave. She wanted to belong to him… ever since he’d awakened her with a kiss on Arboria.

He was still rubbing Boy Rayne’s cum between his fingers looking confused. Did he not know what it was?

He looked at her, his brows pinched over his nose just before his mouth and jaw popped open with a gasp.

Rayne gave a little yip of surprise when he practically flew across the wide round bed to grip her arms tight. He hauled her up against him with one arm as he swiped at the corner of her mouth with the fingers of his other hand. Apparently, she had a droplet of semen there too.

“What were you doing? Did you get sick, baby? Did… did Boy do something to you?” His eyes darkened momentarily and his lips pulled into a hardened line.

Rayne bit her lower lip. “Sir, no, sir. I…”

When she didn’t say anything else, his scowl intensified. “You what?”

She felt her cheeks burn. “I just wanted to please you, Master… and Boy.” His face became blank, though his eyes, the color of a winter storm, bore into hers. Rayne took a deep breath. “He was tasting me…” Master Lucien flinched. A ghost of emotion flickered in those mesmerizing eyes… but what? Pain? Arousal? Anger?

“Go on,” he said, tone devoid of any feeling, as if he’d closed himself off.

Why?

“He… I think he liked how I tasted, and then he tasted you—”

Rayne’s heart slammed into her throat. Master Lucien’s face filled with rage. So much rage.

She curled into a ball, whimpering, when he let her go, fully expecting him to beat her into a bloody pulp.

She wasn’t sure what she’d done wrong, but she would learn her lesson and never do it again.

A loud crash in the next room followed by a feral snarl had her snapping her head up again.

Oh-no. Master was going to punish Boy Rayne.

The Merulian had put its mouth on his cock. Lucien stormed into the living room, tossing aside a table and lamp before leaping over the rounded seating area.

So great was his rage, the thought that he’d been touched while unconscious by some-thing with a cock blinding him.

How many times… how many fucking times had he awakened to find his swollen shaft being devoured by Malvano or one of his disgusting friends, hands and feet tied. They’d taunt him, pump his cock before shoving their fingers up his ass and force him to…

He was almost upon the battle pet, hands itching to wrap around its slender throat, when a flash of silken black knocked him to the ground.

Electric blue eyes registered before Lucien landed a punch to Devon’s face. His fury ratcheted higher.

Devon did not remain docile this time, and answered Lucien’s right hook with one of his own.

Luke felt the inside of his cheek split. He gripped his twin’s throat, needing to throttle him as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Devon broke Lucien’s hold with his forearm, just before slamming his forehead into Lucien’s nose.

Stars burst before his eyes as he heard the izmir escort bone crunch and heat bathe his mouth and throat.

Reeling from pain, he opened his mouth… and sank his fangs into Devon’s meaty forearm.

His brother howled, giving Luke intense satisfaction. Short-lived satisfaction, however, because he began to gag on the bitter taste of Devon’s demon blood.

A swift knee to his balls had Lucien rolling over in agony, finally releasing Devon.

Damn. When had the stupid fuck learned to fight dirty?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” his brother panted.

Lucien could only moan, curling into a tight ball waiting for the excruciating pain to subside. He was sure his balls were lodged up somewhere in his throat.

Someone was sobbing and clutching at him, covering his face with tears and kisses.

“Master,” Rayne wailed. “Oh, my poor beautiful Master.”

She was yanked away.

“Don’t touch that sorry piece of shit,” Devon snarled.

Lucien began to pant and looked to the side. The sight of Devon with his arms wrapped around his girl had him seeing red.

Fuck—my girl? He closed his eyes. He’d been hit in the head and his jewels had been kneed into his gut. He was temporarily insane. Yeah. That was it. Had to be.

He looked at Devon again, noting that one eye was swollen, the corner of his lip busted open, and a chunk of meat almost ripped off his forearm.

Lucien grinned up at him from the floor, almost laughed at the sight of the damage he’d done to that pretty face, but then sobered.

Boy.

Oh-god… Boy.

He’d wanted to hurt him. He’d really lost his mind. Not Boy’s fault. The memories. Those horrid memories Lucien tried to keep locked in the darkest recesses of his mind. All those inner demons had sprung loose, blinded him, made him see black, made him crave to kill.

Lucien grimaced as he rolled over onto hands and knees, his gaze searching for the battle pet. He stopped cold when the sight of the open doorway to his quarters arrested his attention.

With a pained whimper, he closed his eyes, letting his power out.

Devon was trying to soothe Rayne’s hysterical crying, but Lucien blocked them out of his thoughts.

Cold metal and humming wires filled with scorching power lashed through him. His power continued to flow out… searching. There were many scents and tastes, male, female. Lucien fought the urge to throw up with every feel of male essence he had to traverse in order to find…

“Boy,” he whispered when he finally tasted the slightly salty-sweet flavor of the battle pet’s spirit.

Terror sent a spike of adrenaline through him, making Lucien’s back arch as he gasped, pressing his bloodied face into the white carpet surrounding his seating area. The terror wasn’t Lucien’s. It belonged to the battle pet.

Terror, heartbreak… heartbreak?

Boy Rayne raced… raced down flights of stairs, sometimes tripping, falling. Pain shot up Lucien’s legs, radiating from his knees as he felt everything Boy Rayne felt.

More than anything, he wanted to teleport to him and… what? What would he do? What could he do?

He’d terrified the poor battle pet enough. Appearing before him might do more damage than good.

He saw Boy slam against the door in the stairwell and burst down the corridor leading to the envirolevel. The end of the corridor was blocked by a trio of reapers. They’d been laughing and talking amongst themselves until Boy skittered around the bend and slid to a stop before them.

Boy curled his hands into claws, taking a deep breath and letting out a feral roar that would put Seth’s to shame. Spit dripped from his bared fangs as his chest rumbled in a continuous savage growl.

Lucien gasped at the fierce fury mingled with abject fear coiling through Boy Rayne. He would kill. Yes. He would attempt to kill the reapers blocking his path… and they knew it too.

Fierce and beautiful as he was, the battle pet was no match for a death angel… much less three.

Silver eyes went black in a blink as three pairs of jet-black wings began to spread behind the reapers backs.

Lucien did not think of the consequences when he teleported right over the reapers, taking them by surprise when his body dropped on them from above.

The envirolevel doors slid open as Boy Rayne scampered over them and disappeared through the foliage.

Blades pierced Lucien, three, sinking deep into his body before Devon ripped him from the midst of enraged death angels.

Lucien’s blood gushed, covering the gleaming black floor in a river of crimson.

“No,” Devon roared, gathering him in a crushing embrace.

Lucien wanted to resist his brother, but shock rushed through him, the edges of his vision turning white. The pain. God-the pain, it was as though the fires of Hell consumed his flesh. He tried to gasp for breath and couldn’t., tried to exhale and blood gurgled in his throat instead.

The realization struck along with an irresistible urge kahramanmaraş escort to laugh hysterically. He was going to die. No one recovered after being run through by a death angel’s sword.

Well, fuckin hallelujah to that.

Devon continued to howl in misery even as Lucien grinned and tried to focus on the bewildered faces of the three reapers.

“He surprised us,” one of them argued.

“We didn’t mean to kill him, honest,” another said, worry in his tone.

Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, Lucien raised both fists… and saluted the reapers with double fuck-you fingers.

Now if only he could knee Devon in the nuts, he’d breathe his last with a gleeful laugh.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t any more strength. The awesome salute to the reapers dropped as he felt his eyes roll back in his skull. Even his head became too heavy to hold up. Lucien sagged in Devon’s arms willing to embrace the increasing darkness.

All reality was fading, a peaceful fog of numbness permeating his very essence.

Yes—he sighed in ecstasy.

“This isn’t over yet, Luke. I’m never letting you go. Not again”—Devon growled in his mind.

Heat engulfed him, anchoring him in his body. Not letting go. Another body pressed against him from behind.

The thought of the demons having found him again flitted through his mind, filling him with terror, but the scent of ocean storms and angels assured him his brother still held on tight.

“I’ve got you, little one”—Devon whispered.

The sound of a heart beat in his ears. Heat, almost burning him, suffused him. Darkness was banished by Devon’s glowing eyes.

Lucien blinked as his brother’s face came into focus, but then his vision swam when his head was jerked back courtesy of a fist pulling his hair. He opened his mouth to protest but fire poured down his throat.

Lucien jerked. The black spots dancing before his eyes began to dissipate and he found himself staring into Remi’s dragon-green eyes.

What the fuck?

Panic had him flailing, managing to actually backhand Remien Fyre and whack Devon in his nose with his forehead.

Scrambling away, he slammed into one of the curved walls in the corridor. Desperately, wide-eyed and panting now, he grappled behind himself before realizing he could no longer summon Lucifer’s sword, so he fisted his hands instead, ready to tear apart whoever approached.

How the hell had they brought him back from the brink of death?

“Why the fuck were you kissing me?” Lucien spat at Remi.

Remi flashed his fangs with a snarl. “As if, jackass.”

“Luke, we were only trying to help you,” Devon said.

A river of dark, almost black blood flowed down Devon’s lips and chin. Good. His twin had a broken nose.

“They ran me through with their swords. How the hell am I still alive?” Lucien asked next.

The last time he’d been resurrected from death after being run through by Seth’s divine sword, he’d awakened to find himself pinned face-down beneath a four-hundred pound, eight-foot, green demon, his poor ass cleaved in two by the grunting creature.

Lucien began to hyperventilate, blinking rapidly, almost expecting everything around him to burst into flame and everyone morph into laughing demons welcoming him back to Hell. They had a sick sense of humor like that.

Devon shook his head, eyes widening when he saw what Lucien was thinking. “No. I’ve forbidden the reapers to use their divine swords in Alpha 7. You’re fine now, Luke.”

“Why the hell did the dark prince attack us?” one of the reapers demanded. Their swords were still unsheathed but lowered.

Devon’s subsequent snarl had Lucien startling.

“Don’t ever call him that again,” he said in a savagely inhuman voice. His eyes were blazing, face covered with black veins as his fangs elongated through equally jet-black lips.

Fuck. The son-of-a-bitch had finally lost it… just like that.

The sight of Angel teleporting in front of him had Lucien taking a step back. The tiny blonde female wrapped her arms round him, her body pressing against Devon as she tipped her head back.

“My love,” she whispered, her hand cupping his jaw.

Devon’s demonic eyes looked down at her, and the change was instantaneous. He blinked and became human again, the fire in his eyes all but disappearing.

Lucien’s jaw dropped. His twin brother was definitely riding the edge of insanity… and his mate held the switch.

Interesting.

Lucien realized Zak, Seth, Rowie, Anniel, and Ashriel had also appeared in the corridor. Ashriel’s eyes were mere slits, moving from Lucien to Devon, his entire seven-foot bulk coiled tight, ready to spill blood.

Anniel gripped his arm, giving him a quelling look.

Ashriel only growled, his blazing silver eyes returning to regard him and his brother with suspicion.

Lucien scowled. He didn’t have time for this. Turning on his heel, he sprinted into the envirolevel. The rays of the setting sun blinded manavgat escort him, but it didn’t matter. He could still feel Boy Rayne.

The beautiful man had wanted to kill him… and the pretty girl… what had she done to him?

Boy Rayne ran until he was waist-deep in the lake. Water sprayed all around and then he dove beneath the cool water. Using his new hands and feet, he swam, going farther and farther into the bejeweled depths of the lake. To his surprise, he discovered an underwater garden. Plants of every color and shape danced and waved lazily within the turquoise realm. It was all so pretty. Too bad it did nothing to assuage the horrible pain lancing his two hearts.

Boy stopped swimming and let himself sink to the bottom. The second his knees settled on the glittering pale pink sand, he let out a sob. It startled him, that not only could he breathe beneath water, but that… he was crying. He hadn’t cried since he’d been smaller.

He settled down within the softly waving fronds of bright green, blue, purple and fuchsia, laying his cheek over his folded arms.

Why had Master Lucien wanted to kill him? Was it because of the girl?

He frowned and turned over, staring at his now deflated cock. Had she broken it? Why had he spewed that thick pink fluid? What was it? He had felt pleasure, like he’d never felt before—so intense. His entire body had seized, his balls had tightened and he’d felt… like he was about to die as his cock spewed copious amounts of fluid that seemed to come from the very depths of his entire being.

The whole time, she’d swallowed around his cock, swallowing him hungrily until his eyes had crossed, unable to breathe because… because Master Lucien had his mouth filled with his hot wet tongue.

Boy shuddered and watched warily as his cock began to fill and rise again.

Okay. So at least it wasn’t broken, though, why that comforted him he wasn’t sure. The girl. She’d tasted so… good. And Master Lucien…

Boy stuck his newly grown index finger into his mouth, closing his eyes, reliving the moment he’d pressed his tongue against the thick shaft of flesh. He never realized human flesh could taste so… he had no words to describe the incredible flavor. His nipples had begun to tingle and his feminine opening ache as he took a second lick of Master’s cock, but then his tongue had tangled with the girl’s and his own cock had jerked hard. He’d wanted to snarl at her, flex his muscles to show her… what? What had he wanted to show her?

Why had he acted so strangely? Boy Rayne felt so confused.

Master Devon had teleported Rayne into the children’s playroom, shouting at Alluna to stay with her.

Master Zak had zapped out of the playroom with Master Devon in a flash of golden fire, leaving the children and Alluna gaping.

Rayne just stood there, still sniffling, the sight of her bloodied Master Lucien still fresh in her mind. Both men had unleashed brute violence against each other. Why?

Alluna rushed over to her and hugged her tight. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

Rayne wiped at the corners of her eyes as Alluna leaned back to look into her face with concern.

“Master Devon and Master Lucien were fighting,” Rayne answered in a low voice so the children wouldn’t hear.

Jazriel, Devon and Angel’s toddler ambled away from a little black-winged baby pumping her legs excitedly on a blanket. The baby girl rolled over and regarded Rayne with wide silver-grey eyes from beneath a mop of chocolate brown curls.

Alluna turned away from Rayne and tried to get the babies to resume playing, but all eyes were on Rayne. Two identical boys with blood-red tresses sniffed at her, their obsidian eyes blinking rapidly—Remi and Rowie’s twins.

Jazriel continued his approach, electric-blue eyes glowing as his platinum curls bounced around his shoulders.

Alluna managed to convince her daughters to amble away toward a pool filled with multicolored orbs.

Rayne watched, feeling mesmerized as the inhumanly beautiful child, named Jazriel, came closer. He seemed to float, extending his hand out to her. He was going to touch her… reaching… for her face.

Alluna startled Rayne when she suddenly grabbed baby Jazriel.

“No-no, sweetie. Remember what momma and dadda said about doing that.”

Jazriel pouted and gripped his pudgy hands together. He sent Rayne one last longing stare before going back to the cocoa-skinned baby flapping her fluffy wings. She let out a squeal of pure delight when he finally settled beside her.

“You two go on and play too,” Alluna said a bit nervously, trying to shoo away the little red-haired boys.

One of them bared little fangs at Rayne.

“Ky,” Alluna gasped in outrage.

His identical twin brother frowned and smacked the back of his brother’s head.

“Kaden,” Alluna scolded before admonishing both of them.

Ky surreptitiously rubbed the back of his head, big black eyes full of tears as he stared at his brother with a quivering lip. Kaden’s scowl faded as he looked at his pouting twin. Both boys grabbed each other in a heartfelt hug.

Alluna stopped talking, seemingly captivated by the love the babies showed one another.

Both boys released each other at the same moment and turned to run into the pool of glowing multicolored balls along with the little golden-haired triplets. Squeals and laughter ensued.

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Quest 8: The Alien…

A ray of moonlight greets the alien as he opens his eyes. He knows he is dying. This is a fact that he has been aware of for several days.

He coughs.

He hears movement and soon the human, who he had sent for, is by his side.

He stares into the human’s eyes and can spot the fear that is there. However, there is more. He can see the mistrust. He can see the anger towards his race. He can spot so many emotions that would drive anyone, human or alien, into a blind rage. Yes, those are there. However, he also sees in these eyes compassion.

He coughs once more. The human grabs his bag and looks for something. The alien holds his hand up. The human stops.

The goddess was very wise in choosing this race, thinks the alien as the human just looks at him. Their passion is great. While there are many who channel that passion towards evil, there are many who use it for good.

Like this one.

One of the chosen.

He coughs and spits up blood.

Not much time, he thinks. For years he has tried to get contact with this one. Now that he does, he doesn’t have much time.

“Look into my eyes, ” he mumbles.

The human must have understood him for he brings his face closer, looking into his eyes.

The alien then spots the one emotion he was looking for.

Recognition.

“You….” stammers the human.

“I….I… shot you,” he backs up. The aliens nods.

“Yes,” the alien responds.

“B…But that was over seventy years ago,” the human stands up.

“Yes, you did….” the alien says.

Lisa…

The dreams begin once more.

Since her encounter with Kris almost two weeks ago, Lisa has found that she has the same dream almost every night. At first she couldn’t tell Rich but, after hearing his story, she found she could trust him. He didn’t laugh. He simply hugged her and said for her to continue having the dreams. “Maybe they will help you to figure things out,” he said.

The screams of pleasure.

The screams of ecstasy.

These are the sounds that awaken her in the dream.

She finds herself standing on a balcony, high above a crowded court yard. The sky is purple. Two suns are setting in the distance.

She looks at herself. As always, she is naked.

Her skin is golden.

Her hair is silver.

Her nipples are hard.

Her pussy is wet in anticipation.

The people below are also naked, their golden skin shining in the sun light. Their bodies, both men and women, joined together in one huge orgy.

Many glance at her and cheer in her direction.

They motion for her to join them.

She grants them their wish.

She begins to walk down the stairs that are by the balcony. She feels hundreds of eyes staring at her naked pussy as she descends.

She becomes wetter, her juices begin to run down her legs.

Her hand slides up her body to her breast. She squeezes it and people cheer. She pinches her hard nipple. Pleasure runs through her body and the crowd gives her adoration. All she knows is that it feels “right”. It feels wonderful.

As she slowly glides down the stairs she watches as men and women attack each other. Men are licking women breasts and pussies. Women are just reaching out for cocks both large and small to slide into themselves.

Some of the women have chosen to ignore the men. They are off to the side, lying on small blankets, licking other women. Tasting them, Fucking them with their fingers.

Wave after wave of orgasmic screams wash over her as she finds she is only ten steps from the courtyard. Any second she will wake up. She knows this. It always happens this way.

9………

She spies a man who looks to be a god. His muscles are large. His cock huge. She watches as he slides it out of a very gorgeous young girl. He lifts his hand to her. His cock standing erect in the sunlight.

8……..

She hears a deep voice begging to be fucked harder and she watches as two men play with each other. The man who yelled out is being fucked from behind. The man fucking him has a very short cock but the receiver doesn’t mind. She finds the sight very erotic. Her pussy tingles.

7…….

The hand from the god is so close. She can almost take it.

6……

She hears a woman cry out. She turns her head and looks as a thin girl with very small breasts lies back on top of man. His cock is in her ass. She had just finished sucking another guy’s cock and he slowly slides into her rather large pussy. It is very wet and very hairy.

5…..

The gods’ hand is inches away. His cock still erect. The girl he had been fucking is kneeling between his leg, sucking his balls.

4….

Her eyes turn back to the two men. She watches as the giver quickly tenses up. The receiver shouts in pleasure as the giver slowly pulls his dick out. Cum dripping from the receiver’s asshole.

3…

The tiny girl also howls out in pleasure as both guys unload inside her. Keep fucking me, is her order and the two men obey her.

2..

She reaches out and gümüşhane escort takes the hand of the god. The girl who had been licking him crawls away as Lisa goes to step onto the last step. In a second, if she doesn’t wake up, the huge cock will be inside her.

1.

She glances over and notices two figures standing perfectly still. Lois, and a girl with huge tits who she never have met. They are just standing motionless, staring at her.

0

She steps onto the ground. The “god” lifts up her up and she wraps her legs around his ass as she slides down onto his huge cock. She whimpers as the rod slides into her. It parts her lips and goes farther than anything has ever before.

She begins to ride it up and down and then the sky begins to grow black.

The noise begins to die down.

She looks up and watches as an alien ship, and then another, begin to cloud the sky.

The god explodes inside her, his hot cum filling her pussy up.

She whimpers.

The world grows blacker.

Lisa wakes up.

She sits up in the bed, her breathing very hard.

“Was that a nightmare you just had or a very dirty dream?”

She looks in the corner.

Lois, the redhead sits in a chair rubbing her naked pussy.

“Sorry,” Lois says, pulling her wet fingers to her lips and licking them dry. She stands up and puts her shorts on. “I walked in. You were moaning. Your hands were under your blanket and it was obvious you were playing with yourself. I got horny and thought I would join in.”

Lisa smiles and looks at the blonde lying next to her. “I must have done a great job on her,” she chuckles. “It doesn’t look like I disturbed her at all.”

Lois walks up to the bed and reaches under the covers. Her fingers begin to stroke Lisa’s wet pussy. Lisa closes her eyes and moans. All the sights, sounds, and smells from her dream begin to return. The fingers stop.

Lisa opens her eyes.

Lois offers her fingers to her.

She licks her juices off.

“The boss wants you to meet him,” Lois says, smiling. “You’re lucky. He doesn’t meet every one of his followers.”

“Cool,” whispers Lisa as her hand stretches upwards. She pulls Lois’ head down to her. Their lips meet and Lisa softly kisses her.

They pull apart.

“Let me get dressed, babe.”

Rich….

The alien coughs once more.

“Let me get this straight,” says Rich. “YOU were the alien I shot and thought I had killed all those years ago.”

The alien nods.

“So this a trap,” Rich quickly heads for the door. He should have listened to his instincts.

“Stop, ” the alien replies meekly.

“This isn’t a trap. I have what my people are looking for.”

Rich stops at the entrance and turns around.

“I have a the crystal that is behind all of this.”

Rich slowly approaches the alien. In the moonlight, the alien reaches over to a small, plain, wooden box sitting next to him.

Rich looks at the box. The alien motions for him to open it.

Rich obeys.

The lid creaks open and Rich sticks his hand into the box. He pulls out a small crystal triangle. No scratches, no imperfections. Inside the crystal is a very small light. As Rich rests the base of the triangle onto the palm of his hand, the light begins to grow until the room is aglow.

The alien hisses…”No!”

Rich puts the crystal back in the box, and as the lid closes, the light fades away.

“What the hell……”

The alien coughs.

“I am sorry, I didn’t know that would happen.”

“What was that,” asks Rich.

“That crystal is what everything is all about. My race wants it. They need it. That is the cause of all the wars, all the battles, all the bloodshed……”

Rich sits next to the alien and listens to the story.

Lisa:

“You will feel a little lightheaded. Ready, Sarah,” asks Lois, holding onto Lisa’s hand.

“Okay.”

Lois pulls a small metallic device from her pockets. It is small and circular with a red button in its’ middle. Lois’ thumb hits it and the world fades away. For moments there is nothing but whiteness but soon that is replaced by blackness.

Lois lets go of Lisa’s hand.

Lisa realizes that Lois was not lying about the dizziness. She stumbles for a second as her eyes adjust to the darkness.

She reminds herself that her name is Sarah. She wishes she would have asked the barmaid, who she “borrowed” the name from, what her last name was. So far, the deception has worked perfectly. She grips her bag tightly. it’s a good thing Lois let her bring it with her.

“Where can I put this,” she asks.

Lois looks at her.

“What is in there, that you can’t be parted with?”

Lisa and Rich had prepared for this.

She unzips the bag and pulls out a couple of photo albums. The pictures were accurate. They were of her and Jim. Pictures of her family.

“Memories,” says Lisa.

Lois laughs.

“Trust me babe,” she says. “You will have lots of new memories when we are through. Pictures. Now, that’s hatay escort a kinky idea.”

Lisa grins.

“I knew you would see it my way.”

Lois snaps her fingers and two tall, green aliens approach them.

Lisa gasps.

Rich’s description had been very correct. They are both large, each standing well over six feet. Their skin is a very deep emerald green and their eyes are dark black. Both are bald. Both are very muscular. Both are very naked.

She stares at the two limp cocks each possess. They are not alike in that department. The one on the right is very well endowed. His bottom cock almost hanging to his knees. The one on the left is very much smaller.

“Yes ma’am,” the one on the right says.

Lois smiles.

“This is our new guest. Her name is Sarah. Put her bag in room ten.”

The one on the right motions for the one of the left to pick up the bag.

“Anything else,” the large cocked alien asks.

Lois shaker her head.

“That will be all.”

The two aliens walk away from them.

“Wow,” mutters Lisa.

“Yeah, Ex 1, the alien on the right, is great. That cock reaches places you didn’t know existed! Ex-2, the one on the left is his brother. He may be small but….damn, what a tongue. He can go inside you further than any human tongue ever has.”

“Wow,” mutter Lisa. In the back of her mind though, she is very scared.

Lois breaks the silence.

“Now, if you were impressed by those two. You will absolutely love the next alien you will meet.”

Lois touches a panel on the wall and a door slides open.

The girls enter.

The alien:

His coughing becomes more persistent. His vision has become blurred. His throat very dry. Yet, the alien continues his story.

“…. so you see, our race has always been very militaristic. So, when our world began to face an impending energy crisis we sought to fix it by taking other sources instead of trying to fix it ourselves.

We searched world after world and found nothing that was suitable. If you ever meet our leader, he is not the one you need to fear. He is a puppet. He was willing to use all the other energy sources that we found. It is his scientist who is far more dangerous. It was he who rejected the other sources. Something was wrong with each type. In reality. They would have worked. He had other motives.

I was second in command, I tried to warn the commander. He didn’t listen. By listening to the scientist he had gained more power, more loyalty than any other commander in our long history. So, I kept quiet. I appeared like the commander had swayed me over to their side.

We kept looking.

Then we began to hear the rumors.

Rumors of a world with unlimited energy.

Rumors of a world that would solve all our needs.

We hunted for over a hundred years for that world.

We found it.

The world was overtaken very easily. Almost every single humanoid was fucking their brains out. The air was full of raw energy. Just walking through it made you excited. Just inhaling made you reenergized. The rumors were right.

We captured their leader after three fourths of their population were wiped away. For a humanoid, she was gorgeous. Her skin was golden. Her breasts were firm. Her nipples were so very small.

The citizens called her their goddess. We thought it was just a term because when we found her she was using one of our laser pistols and mowing down just as many of us as she could. Blood covered her naked body. We didn’t think a goddess would have to get so violent to deal with us.

The commander interrogated her for days.

She didn’t speak.

The scientist “talked” to her for several days.

She still didn’t talk.

My men and I tortured the citizenry, trying to find the source of this amazing energy. We didn’t realize that, as we killed each one, we were killing that power.

After a week, we found the goddess’ home. It was rather plain. We didn’t know what we looking for until I found this small wooden box sitting on a shelf. I opened it and found the crystal. It glowed brightly. I knew this was it.

I looked into it and felt very calm. I felt very peaceful. I understood things.

I knew what I had to do.

I brought the crystal to the commander.

The scientist wanted to examine it but I convinced the commander to let the goddess see that we had it. Then she might speak.

So, we brought the goddess in. I almost wept. Her silver hair was in knots. Her golden skin, that had shone with sunlight, was now dim. Their was a trail of bruises that led from her breasts to her pussy. However, through it all, she stood upright. She was their leader. She wouldn’t show weakness.

She wasn’t surprised to see that we found the box.

The scientist took out the triangle and threatened her. If she didn’t cooperate, she would die. It might take him thousands of years to figure out this power source, but he would figure it out, he threatened.

She just looked at the crystal.

The swirling ısparta escort lights grew brighter until there was a sudden burst of light in the room.

When the light faded, the goddess stood…well, stood is not the best way to describe it, she was floating. Her skin golden once more. She waved her hand through the air and the crystal came to her.

“You want the crystal,” she asked. “Very well, you miserable pieces of filth. You can have the crystal.”

Her hand then went into the crystal and pulled out the light. She just held it in her hand.

She tossed the empty crystal to the commander. He was outraged. He ordered the few men in the room to fire. I did. I didn’t want to but I followed his orders.

Our shots had no effect. She laughed.

Your kind will not get the energy, ever again, she said and we watched as the light left her hand and grew. It was blinding but we were able to make out the shapes of four humanoid bodies and then ‘poof’ they were gone.

So was the goddess.

Then the reports started to come in. At the exact moment the goddess left, the remaining population had simply died.

The commander was outraged. The scientist was determined to find out what happened. He did. He is very bright, did I say that. Did I say he is very dangerous…”

The alien coughs. He can barely see the human anymore.

Lisa…

The introductions had been brief. The commander sat on his throne fully robed. She had bowed before him upon entering. He told her to rise. Actually he hadn’t spoken a word. As with Lois before, she had ‘felt’ him telling her to rise. She had ‘felt’ the mental waves wash over her. He was testing her. She couldn’t fail. She rose.

He didn’t say anything.

Lois walked to him and he stood up.

She took his robes off and Lisa smiled at the sight of the two huge erect cocks that the commander was blessed to have.

He told her to ‘strip’. She did. Her pussy already wet beyond belief. She knew she wanted to feel that inside of her.

Lois also stripped down to nothing as the commander’s chair folded back. Lois straddled him ,with her back to him, and slowly descended on his upper cock.

Lisa just stares at the sight. Lois’ tanned pussy sliding up and down his hard emerald shaft. She licks her lips.

Lois moans.

She feels Lois ‘telling’ her to join them.

Lisa walks over, playing with her breasts. She stands climbs on top of the large alien and bends her head down. Her tongue slides up his dick until she comes into contact with Lois pussy as it is sliding down. Lois shivers and rises upwards.

Lisa grins and straddles the other cock. She begins to lower herself. As each inch goes deeper and deeper into her, she moans. At ten inches, she still doesn’t have it all.

11….

Lois reaches for Lisa’s breasts and pinches her nipples. Lisa moans.

12…

His cock feels wonderful in her tight pussy.

13..

Lois’ fingers find her Lisa’s pussy and begins to rub it. Lisa reaches out for Lois’

14.

He is almost there. Lisa finds a little discomfort but it quickly goes away.

15

He is in and Lisa moans with pleasure as she uses her muscles to grasp a hold of the large cock inside her.

She begins to ride it. She feels him tense up.

The door opens.

Lisa stares into the blinding light. She ‘hears’ the commander telling her to get off.

Lois motions for her to stand by her as a small alien hobbles into the room. His skin is also emerald green but his head is larger than the other aliens. He stares at her.

“Master,” he bows as the commander quickly slips on his robes.

“The traitor has been found. Should I send men out for him.”

The commander looks at Lois and Lisa.

“No. I have a better idea. Ladies, I have a job for you.”

Rich.

He looks at the beginning of the sunrise. The aliens’ story haunts him. All this time, and he thought he knew what was going on. He didn’t. He had no clue whatsoever.

The sound of footsteps interrupts his thoughts.

“I was wondering when you would show up.”

He turns and looks at Lois.

He ‘feels’ her trying to make him fall to his knees.

“You know that trick doesn’t work on me.”

She laughs.

“Where is the alien?”

Rich points to a small grave.

“He’s dead.”

“Where is the crystal?”

Rich looks at her.

“What crystal?”

Lois stares into his eyes.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Rich. We have known each other for too long. You know what I am talking about. Where is it?”

” I don’t know what you are talking about.”

She reaches into the dark cloak that she is wearing and pulls out one of the aliens’ laser pistols.

“I don’t want to do this. I know you are lying. Tell me.”

“You will have to shoot me,” replies Rich.

She fires and misses. Rich counted on that because she had always been a lousy shot. He quickly rushes towards her.

Lois fires again.

The shot hits him in his shoulder and he stops for a second. It begins to ache but Rich knows he has to get out of here. He drops to the ground.

Lois walks up to him, a big grin on her face.

“Tell me.”

“Never, ” Rich mumbles, reaches over, grabs her leg and pulls her to the ground. The pistol falls out her hand. Rich stands up and begins to run. He is almost past the old building when another figure steps in front of him.

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Asteris Station

Sirius System

MIKA IWASAKI

The freighter looked bigger than I had expected.

I swallowed hard and adjusted the straps of my bags. Everything I owned was either on my back or hanging from my shoulder. What I couldn’t carry had been left in the penthouse on Cyr. My brother could figure out what to do with it once everyone figured out I was gone.

“You’re gonna have to move, miss. Can’t stand on the loading dock unless you’re on the clock.”

I jumped and moved to the side, biting my lip as the woman steered her hauler around me. She glared at me over her shoulder and motioned for me to move, so I bowed my head and moved toward the Event Horizon.

Several men moved in and out of the cargo bay, each with a hauler hovering silently behind them. My steps were light enough that they weren’t likely to hear me over the noise of the docks. Asteris Station was the biggest between Cyr and Vylara and had the traffic to back it up. Steeling my nerves, I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

The largest of the men straightened and turned to face me. He was at least a head taller than me with jet black hair and sharp brown eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he trailed his keen eyes over me.

“I’m looking for Captain Richardson,” I said in my most commanding voice, though it had sounded much stronger in my head.

The dark-haired man’s smile grew, sharpening the features in his face. “I know I was drunk last night, but I don’t remember anyone getting married.”

“Mar– uh, no, I spoke to the Captain on the coms last week. I’m the new astrogeologist.”

“Geologist.” The smile on his face fell slightly. “You’re Michael Iwasaki?”

I sighed and dropped my duffel bag to the metal grating below. “I’m Mika Iwasaki. We spoke about the astrogeologist position. I was hired and told to meet Captain Richardson at this dock at this time.” With a groan, I pulled my handheld from my backpack and showed the man my documents. He scanned over them quickly before glancing back up at me.

“I could have sworn you were a man.”

“Is that a problem?” It wasn’t the first time I had been looked down on for being a woman, but I really needed this job. There was no other company willing to hire me and if they zonguldak escort didn’t honor our agreement, there was nowhere else for me to go. I’d die before I crawled back to my family.

“As long as you can find us a rock with something more than dirty ice on it, I don’t care if you’re a cyntrax.” He flicked his eyes over me once more before turning on his heel and returning to his job. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters.”

I drew in a shaky breath and suppressed the smile that tried to spread over my face. This was just the beginning. The bottom could still fall out of my plan at any minute.

“So you’re from Cyr, huh?” The man shoved a couple bins to the side that looked like they could weigh at least as much as me without so much as a grunt. When he looked over his shoulder at me, I nodded. I didn’t want to say too much about my past because that was a sure fire way to get me sent packing.

“Then what’s a rich girl like you doing this far out in the black?”

My mouth dropped open and I stared at him like a fish out of water for a second before catching myself. “What makes you think I’m rich?”

He chuckled and shook his shaggy hair out of his eyes. His shirt was stained and ripped in a couple places but his skin was smooth and tanned without the scars common to merchant freighter crewmen, which suggested he wasn’t exactly poor himself. It’s not like skin treatments were common among the working class. Of course, he didn’t seem to have a problem throwing heavy objects around so maybe he was just one of the lucky few born perfect.

“Those bags on your back,” he said, jerking his chin out, “cost enough to pay for a year’s worth of food on this ship.”

I looked down at my bags and mentally slapped myself for wanting to hang on to something as trivial as luggage. When I raised my eyes back to the man’s, I noticed how his lit up with the enjoyment of seeing me squirm. I had seen that look on my brother a thousand times and I’d be damned if I’d give this nobody the joy of making me feel small.

“Look, I can do my job better than anyone else you’re gonna find on this pile of shitty sheet metal. There’s not another astrogeologist within two light-hours with my qualifications and experience, so do you really think fethiye escort it matters how much money I may or may not have? If I’m here, I obviously want nothing to do with where I came from. So can you show me to my quarters and tell me where I can find the Captain? Or at least point me to someone who can.”

The man stared at me for a moment before a wide grin erupted across his face. “I think you’re gonna do just fine here.” He turned again and bounded up the stairs at the back of the cargo bay. I blew out a breath before following him up.

The ship was much like any other I’d seen, though with a few more advancements than I’d expected. It was made from newer alloys and polymers common on military vessels and the screens looked brand new aside from a few scuff marks here and there. Considering that they’d likely had to deal with more than a few pirates out in the black, I would’ve expected more damage. Either they were good at avoiding fights, or they were really good at ending them quickly. I didn’t see obvious signs of major weapons systems, but if they were running hot they wouldn’t make a habit of displaying that when in a mixed use dock.

“How long of a contract did you get,” the man asked.

“Three months with an option for a year if things go well.”

The guy let out a wolfish whistle. “You must have some damn good qualifications then. Don’t tell anyone else that. The most Garrett usually offers is a month with a six month option.”

“So how long have you been here?”

“Well,” the man started before a chuckle cut him off. He stopped at a blast door and typed out a code before running his hands through his hair. “You see, I’m a bit of a special case. I’ve been with Garrett for a few years now, but I’m sure there are days when he’d just love to throw me out the nearest airlock.”

As the thick blast doors slid open, we were bathed in a soothing blue light from the bridge. Two other men sat at control panels no doubt working on their pre-flight checklists and paid no attention to me or the other guy as we walked in. A massive forward panel displayed a schematic of the system and a flight trajectory that would take us out of it. I stepped forward to study it while the man talked to the others in the room.

“Have either alanya escort of you two seen Cap? I’ve got his new hire here and she’s eager to meet him.”

“Why?”

“Beats the hell outta me. Maybe she goes for the assholes.”

The other guy chuckled. “I can be a jerk if that’s what she wants.”

“She just wants to get started on her work before she’s too old to do it,” I said, looking over my shoulder at the two men who were discussing me like I wasn’t in the room. The guy who’d walked me in grinned and crossed his arms over his substantial chest while the other one sat back in his chair and gave me an appraising look.

“I’ll think she’ll do just fine here.”

“That’s what I said.”

“If you’re looking for the Captain, he’s down in the mess giving Hoshi that what-for over his food order,” a shorter blond guy said as he sidestepped around the others and took a seat at the far wall.

“Wonderful! Might as well get the true introductions out of the way before we get going so she can run while she’s still got the chance.”

“I’ll leave the bay open just in case,” the blond said without looking up from his tablet.

It wasn’t like I had many options if this crew didn’t work out, but at the same time I didn’t want to get stuck with a captain that was impossible to work with. Still, I kept my face impassive so maybe they’d mistake my lack of options for emotional fortitude. As a woman in a male-dominated field, I had to take every chance to look tough.

“The crew quarters are down that corridor, but I think it’s better if we go on and see the Cap before you put your stuff down. You know, just in case.”

I looked down the corridor briefly but then had to halfway run to catch up with the guy again. Loud voices echoed off the metal walls as we neared what I assumed was the mess hall. I gulped, took a deep breath, and straightened my spine.

I’m going to stick this out. He can’t be worse than my brother.

“You spent how many credits on fruit? I get that you’re vegan, man, I really do, but the rest of us want meat! You’re not the one out there drilling to the center of these god-forsaken rocks and you think we can do that on bean sprouts and tofu?”

“Bean sprouts and tofu have everything the body needs to survive, but that’s not the point. I’m not feeding all of you assholes nothing but meat and potatoes just for you to come down with scurvy and die. This isn’t 16th century Earth, Garrett! Why are you afraid of a cucumber? It’s not going to crawl out of the fridge and fuck you!”

I stared at the two men as they verbally sparred with each other, unable to keep the confusion I felt from spreading over my face.

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