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I wouldn’t let her fall asleep, because the girls would be coming home from the movie soon. She put on her swimsuit, I got dressed and we went out to the screened in porch. I mixed drinks on the way, and we talked again.

She wanted to know why she could cum so fast with me when she couldn’t cum much at all with her ex Stan. I of course replied, proper technique, knowledge of the female body and liking to see women cum, all on my part. On her part, anticipation and willingness to follow my lead helped her to cum. She grinned and said, “I sure will do that just keep making me cum.”

I asked about her big breasts on such a slim frame. She said I am 5’9-1/2″ and 130 pounds, with 34 D breasts and some extra weight around the middle. I interrupted and said “you have 6 months to get rid of it.”

She frowned but continued. My dad is tall and thin; my mom is heavy built and big busted. I guess I got my fathers build and my mom’s tits. She added, “Abigail, my oldest is going to be big like me.”

Not one to check out 14 year olds I was surprised. Linda continued, “she is bigger than I was at that age.”

She said that “she felt bad that the girls didn’t get to take vacations like the other kids in school.”

Since the divorce there had been no money for vacations. Linda also said “she needed a chance to get away.”

I asked “what is the first weekend after school starts that the girls would be with their dad, and college hasn’t started for you?”

She wanted to know why I asked that question.

“Because you and I are going to Nashville that weekend. We will leave Friday as soon as the kids leave for school.”

“Their dad can pick them up from school. We will get to Nashville about supper time, check into my timeshare there, eat a good dinner then fuck until all hours of the night.”

“Saturday go to the Oprey Mills Mall, the Grand Ole Oprey Saturday night, and then fuck until the middle of the night. “Drive home Sunday after a good wake up fuck.”

She said “I’ll figure that date out and let you know.”

We left for Nashville the weekend after Labor Day. The 8 hour drive was pleasant and uneventful. Linda was excited to go to the Grand Ole Oprey, and excited about a weekend full of great sex. I was excited about seeing Linda’s big tits and trimmed landing strip. She had periodically stopped by the house during the end of July and August, pulled down her shorts and showed me how it was growing. She had trimmed it and shaved it in August but I hadn’t seen much of it.

I asked how her weight loss was doing and she replied, “wait and see in Nashville.”

We got to the time share about 4, checked in, asked about a place to eat, had dinner and back to the condo. As soon as the door closed I said, “in the bedroom, nude, now.”

She complied immediately. Once there I made her remove my clothes and suck my cock for a minute. She gave me a good deep throat to show she remembered how to do it.

I pulled out and pushed her over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, and torso on the bed, and ass in the air. I knelt down behind her and started licking that juicy pussy. She giggled at first, and then relaxed. In seconds she was moaning. I slipped my tongue deep into the velvety opening and tasted her juices. She was enjoying her 2nd time getting oral sex, so I moved up to her hard clit. Lite licking strokes from side to side and a sucking in on the little bud brought an immediate orgasm.

I quickly stood up and buried my hot cock deep into her pussy and stuck my wet thumb into her asshole. She was moaning, whimpering and mumbling in seconds. I pounded her hard and deep and she was cumming continuously. She fell onto the bed shaking. I smacked her on the ass and said “get back up here, I am not done yet.” “Rule number 5 “you will not stop fucking me until I tell you.” She porno izle was still shaking, but slowly got her ass back up in the air. I was tempted to shove my dick into her anus but decided not just yet. I went back to pounding that pussy and enjoying her cumming all over my cock. When the orgasm started to build in me I told her to turn around and give me a blow job. She was shaking so hard it was hard for her to get my cock in her mouth but once she accomplished that the sucking was great, and I was filling her mouth with hot cum in seconds. She swallowed it all, licked me clean, then asked if we were done for now.

“Yes,” I replied, “you can sleep now.” She was out in seconds.

Linda woke up purring like a cat and reaching for my cock. I moved out of her reach and told her she needed to earn more fucking. She never hesitated, “how do I do that?”

“You will lick and kiss every inch of my body, front and back, top to bottom, all of the crevices, cracks and openings. You get to pick where you start.”

She thought a second and said “on your stomach.”

Linda lovingly licked and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. Lite licks and butterfly kisses were the order of the day. She worked across the middle of my back and slowly moved lower. She lavishly licked my ass cheeks and across the tops of my legs. I told her that she missed the crack and opening. She mumbled something I couldn’t hear but started to lick into my ass crack. She used her hands to open me up so she could get all of me. I helped her out by pulling one knee up to my side. She kept licking the inside of my cheeks but wouldn’t go near my tight anal opening.

“ALL OF ME,” I demanded. Linda’s hot tongue slipped across my hole and chills went up my spine.

“AGAIN,” I said. This time she went slower and performed better.

“Now stick your tongue in that hole” I told her. No hesitation this time, she buried that pink flesh as deep in my ass as she could. Boy did that feel good.

“TONGUE FUCK MY ASS,” I demanded. She responded with fast in and out movements of her talented tongue. I was really hard and didn’t want to cum yet so I made her continue down my body. She found the sensitive spot under my balls and the on the inside of my thighs.

When Linda was done with my feet I rolled over and she started back up. When she reached my balls I told her to suck one into her mouth. She did and licked it with her tongue. Felt good.

‘I instructed her to continue.” She licked up from the base of my cock to the head, and swirled her tongue around the tip, gathering up the pre cum as she went. She then swallowed my whole cock in one motion. She had the deep throat thing down pat. I loved it, but still was not wanting to cum, so I said “move on.”

She licked up to my belly button, and tongued it some then to my nipples. She seemed to enjoy licking and sucking my nipples so I allowed her to stop there even though it doesn’t do much for me. She eventually worked her way up to my neck and ears, stopped and asked if she was finished. I told her to “get on top and fuck me.”

She obliged me at once. She has learned that she can’t make me cum while she is on top so Linda slowly worked back and forth on my erection. I pulled her to me so we could kiss. That started her moaning, so I reached up for a tit and squeezed it hard. The quickness of her orgasms still surprised me as she was cumming at once.

I deep kissed her and kept up the pressure on her tit until the shaking and mumbling began. I lay back down and pulled her with me. She relaxed and started to regain control of her body. When she rejoined the party I said “time for a good 69. I want to eat that pussy of yours.”

She sat up, pulled away, turned around and started sucking my cock. She is a great cock sucker, but I wanted to eat pussy. türk porno When I slapped her on the ass she knew something was amiss. I demanded to know “if she had heard what I said a minute ago.”

“You wanted a 69, right?”

“You bet, now get your pussy up here where I can reach it, then suck my cock.”

“Oh, so that’s what a 69 is.” I almost laughed, married more than 10 years and still sexually a beginner, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I agreed, “yep that’s what it is.”

She buried her pussy in my face and went back to slurping my cock. Now I was ready to cum. I was licking her clit then tongue fucking her pussy and fingering her hot spot all at the the same time. She suddenly deep throated me and went nuts on my face. She was pushing against me, twisting and vibrating, moaning and mumbling and holding me deep in her throat. I couldn’t hold back any more so I blasted her throat with all of my cum. She finally calmed down and licked me clean.

“Are we done now” Linda asked?

“Yes we are, for now, let’s take a shower together.”

We turned the water in the shower on and got the temperature just right and climbed in. Linda had never taken a shower with a guy before and wasn’t sure what to do. I grabbed the soap and a washcloth, lathered it up and started washing her back. When I got down to her butt I re soaped the washcloth and slipped it between her cheeks. I gently washed that puckered little hole and the cheeks that surrounded it.

Then I moved down her legs to her feet. I turned her around and started back up her legs. When I got near her pubic area I re soaped the wash cloth again. I started washing her face and neck which was not what she expected. I then worked my way to those mammoth mammaries and lovingly soaped them up. She didn’t seem to be real sensitive around her boobs, but I loved playing with them so I took my time.

I begrudgingly re soaped the wash cloth and worked my way to her landing strip. I couldn’t help but notice she had lost some of that extra tummy she had this summer. I complimented her on her weight loss and then attacked her pussy with my trusty wash cloth. As I worked the cloth back and forth over her pussy lips she started that moaning sound I love to hear. I continued playing and took a tit in my hand.

I turned her under the water to rinse off her body while I cleaned her pubic area. She seemed to like the warm water cascading over her tits and I couldn’t help but take the other one in my mouth. I sucked in the nipple and as much of that beautiful breast as I could get in my mouth. I twirled my tongue around and around the hard nipple as I continued washing her pussy.

Soon the moaning was loud and the mumbling was starting up. To help bring her to her orgasm I bit down on the nipple in my mouth. Not real hard, but enough that she sure could feel it. The orgasm was almost instantaneous.

I dropped the wash cloth and pushed a finger into her pussy and found that sweet spot. She was almost screaming. The shaking started and the mumbling was close to recognizable. She was having trouble standing so I leaned her against the wall and pinned her there with my body. I stopped finger fucking her, let her tits go and just held her up.

She slowly regained control of her body. “That was fabulous,” she said, “can I wash you?”

She grabbed another wash cloth and soaped it up. She started with my face and worked her way down to my cock and balls. Then to my feet. I turned around and she washed the back of me as well. Linda pad close attention to my ass cheeks and little hole. When she was finished I rinsed off and we got out. We dried each other off and headed for the bed.

When we were lying on the bed I asked her if she knew why I had taken so much time washing her ass. She said altyazılı porno she had no idea. I replied, “you seem to like it when I stick my thumb in your ass, and really like it when I tongued your ass, so tonight I am going to fuck your ass, but first you will lick and tongue fuck my ass.”

She said, “Now?”

I rolled over onto my stomach and said “yes.”

She instantly was on my ass with that marvelous tongue of hers, licking the inside of my cheeks, that very sensitive spot behind my balls and that tight little hole. Linda expertly buried her tongue in my ass hole and twisted it in circles. She pushed it in then slid it almost out before she shoved it back in again. I was desperately holding back my orgasm so I could fuck her in the ass. I rolled away from her tantalizing tongue and told her to kneel on the edge of the bed.

She asked about lubrication. I will use my tongue and that will be all you need. She wasn’t sure about that, but she had come to trust me and do as I tell her to do. I got her ass into the position I wanted and commenced to licking the insides of her cheeks moving closer and closer to her little puckered rose bud hole with every lick. When I eventually slid my tongue across the opening she reacted with a purring noise. I licked her opening again, and the noise was repeated. This was a new sound to me, pleasant but different. The next pass of her hole I slipped my tongue part way into the hole. She purred louder so I pushed in further. I withdrew my tongue, made sure it was good and wet and inserted it again. I repeated this remove, get wet, and reinsert, action again and again.

Soon she was begging me to fuck her in the ass. I put my finger in my mouth and covered it with saliva and stuck it into her upturned ass hole. The purring turned to moaning. I added a second finger and the moaning grew louder. I couldn’t take it any more so I stood up and put the head of my hard cock against her tight hole. The muscles of her hole tried to repel my cock. I pushed a little harder and I still wasn’t in. A third push brought a grunt from Linda put no entrance for me. The hell with going slow and not hurting Linda. I pushed hard and popped the head past that sphincter and into her ass.

She groaned a little but didn’t complain or try to pull away. I slowly worked every inch of my now throbbing hard cock into he ass. She stayed motionless and allowed me to set the pace. When I had all of my cock inside her I asked how it felt.

She replied “wonderful.”

Her ass was tight, firmly trapping my big dick inside her, so I agreed with her. I reached under her and rubbed her clit hard with a finger. She responded immediately by squirming around my cock, forcing it deeper into her. I pulled out until the tip was near that tight muscle then pushed slowly back in while maintaining the pressure on her clit. The moaning started deep in her throat. I repeated the slow out and slow in movements for the next couple of minutes, which made her breathing become labored, and the moaning and squirming to increase.

The pressure from that tight ass was causing my orgasm to start building and I knew she liked me to hurt her a little so I pulled out past her tight ring, and then plunged back in as deep as I could. It had to be uncomfortable for her but the reaction was what I expected, louder moaning and more pushing back against my groin. Again I pulled slowly out than thrust in as hard and deep as possible. The 3rd time I did it she was cumming hard, her knees getting weak. She knew not to collapse on me because I wasn’t done yet, so she forced herself to keep her ass in the air. I rapidly withdrew, plunged back in until I could restrain myself no longer and started cumming in her ass.

She exploded with her orgasm, shaking violently, moaning that was almost a scream and using all of her reserves of strength to keep from collapsing on the bed. After the last shot of my cum had filled her ass I told her she could lay on the bed and gather enough strength to clean me up. In less than a minute she lovingly sucked my deflating cock into her wet mouth and sucked me clean. I told her she could sleep……

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“I read your manifestos and your strange religious tracts You took me to your library and kissed me in the stacks” — the Magnetic Fields

Friday afternoon at the Westshire College Library was predictably slow. Lydia appreciated this as she was tired of fielding endless sometimes rather inane research questions her patrons posed her day in and day out. It was November and was already getting dark out at 4 o’clock. Lydia scanned the room. Only a couple people reading newspapers or using the Internet. Sighing contentedly she pulled out one of her comic books and settled in her chair at the circulation desk and proceeded to get lost within the panels.

There was something about her style that vaguely reminded one of a 1950’s pinup. She wore modernized shirtwaist dresses, mary janes, cardigans and a sweet face framed by glasses that curved out slightly at the ends, chin length dark hair and pearl earrings. Her clothes were supported by her shapely hourglass body. Underneath her bookish trappings she always wore lace-topped stockings and provocative garter belts that nicely framed her tight little upturned ass. Her equally nice bras barely restrained her firm perky breasts. Her breasts mattered little to her although she realized men were attracted to them but she secretly longed for a man who wanted to take advantage of her pert ass. Even feeling her garter straps sometimes slip at the side of her hips would make her feel sexually distracted. But in all her 22 years she had yet to find anyone who would stop paying attention to her tits and find her true erogenous zone.

“Umm excuse me”, a slow deep voice pulled her out of her reading. She looked up and their gaze met. Her patron had unusually large intense brown eyes. He had the appearance of one who hasn’t slept in a long while and needed someone. His brown hair was slightly in his eyes and it made one long to brush it out of the way, not because it was bothersome but because it was endearing. porno He looked strong despite his slight frame. He shifted his weight on his heavy steel-toed boots and smiled slightly. Lydia’s eyes quickly darted over his crotch and immediately entertained visions of playing with the line where his pubic hair would begin. Shaking her head she smiled politely pushed up her glasses and played the role of the helpful asexual librarian.

“How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you could help me find this manuscript in special collections. I am working on my thesis that involves the development of fonts and I would really like to see some of the library’s specimen sheets. Also from what I understand the Kelmscott Chaucer is on loan here from Cornell?”

Daniel was tired. He had been devoting all his time to his thesis, averaging three or four hours of sleep a night. He felt relieved that he didn’t have to find the manuscript himself. His sex life since he started his research had been limited to furtive masturbation breaks and nothing else. While they chatted about ancient manuscripts and politely exchanged names he couldn’t help but notice the way the buttons on her cardigan pulled a little at her breasts and the charming way she pushed up her glasses. Besides there was something about Lydia that awakened him. Her knowledge of typeface from the 18th century was impressive.

He stood up taller and followed Lydia obediently down the musty stairs to the special collections section of the library. Watching her from behind gave him even more pleasure. He could just barely make out the outline of her garters and her hips swayed seductively without her realizing it. His eyes could not help but follow the curve of her ass.

Lydia was aware that he was checking her out. Or at least hoped he was. She mumbled a bit to herself as she located the desired specimen sheet.

“So lets see the call number for this is BX 1200…oh Ensest Porno I wont be able to reach that…let me get a step ladder…could you hold the ladder steady while I reach for the text?”

He steadied the ladder and noticed with admiration her nice thick gams. The kind he would like to gnaw at. Hesitating slightly at first he rested a hand on one of them. Like a warm flush Lydia experienced a swell in her pussy. Trying to keep her breath steady she dared not move in fear that he would take his hand away. For a moment nothing happened. For a moment they were just two strangers pretending that they didn’t notice his hand inching up her stockinged leg. He looked up and peeked at her sexy garters and the way the straps were held tautly over her thighs. He breathed deeply and inhaled the warm aura of under her dress. He could feel himself stiffening, his penis fighting against the restrictive cut of his jeans. Lydia could feel her pulse thudding in her vulva…

“umm…” she faltered and poked her ass out a little further as an open invitation to fondle it. Accepting her offer he slid his hand all the way and snapped her garter against her ass. Roughly grabbed it while he nibbled lightly at the back of her knee. Lydia knew that she simply would not be able to balance herself on the rickety stepladder much longer. Her whole body was aching to be pushed and pulled and fucked senseless. Sensing this he grabbed her by her hips and swung her down. Kicking the stepladder out of the way she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him deeply and hungrily. Her hands quickly moved towards his belt and she deftly unbuckled it and yanked down his pants and boxers in one go.

The line of his pubic hair was as tantalizing as she had imagined it just moments ago. Her fingers snaked around the line and grazed his hips. Kissing him she shoved him roughly across the room where she would find amatör porno the condom dispenser in the bathroom. Grabbing a condom she stepped back and looked him over. He was strong and had the muscular build of a swimmer. His cock was thick, pulsing; she could see a thick drop of pre-cum dribbling from the perfectly shaped head. Smiling wickedly she opened the wrapper with her teeth and knelt down. Holding the condom expertly in her mouth she rolled it on to his steel hard cock while digging her nails into his own well developed toned ass.

Daniel gasped and steadied himself. He wasn’t ready to come just yet. He wanted to make her squeal.

Brusquely he turned her around and bent her over all twenty volumes of the Oxford English Dictionary. She whimpered in pleasure as he yanked up her skirt and pulled down her drenched panties. Holding her face against the dictionary he picked up a nearby hardcover book on a re-shelving cart. He lifted the book up and brought it down on her ass several times. Hard enough that her left cheek stung slightly with pleasure and immediately turned a deep rosy pink. He bent down and licked the book marks he had caused on her ass. Lydia’s puss was swollen and ached to be fucked. The spankings were almost enough to make her come. Noticing that she was sopping wet he knelt down and wiped up her deliriously musky sap with two fingers. With his fingers well lubricated he eased them into her incredibly soft tight ass. Lydia’s mewly sounds of pleasure turned into outright load moaning. Scarcely aware of her own body outside of her cunt and her ass she began to feel the first heat waves unto orgasm. Taking cue Daniel slammed his cock into her pussy, keeping his two fingers in her asshole. His other hand was in her mouth as she bit down hard as a horse would do to a bit. His cock was perfect for Lydia’s finicky puss as its head stimulated her g-spot to the point of distraction. She bucked against him and felt her vaginal muscles contract wildly as they had never done before. Daniel came as strongly and the two of them managed knock over the entire heavy Oxford English Dictionary. Gasping and smiling in a melee of body parts and books they remained until Lydia calmly handed over the Kelmscott Chaucer text he had requested.

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It is dark. The neon light at the end of the alley blinks, it’s reflection in the dirty puddles dotting the alley. Natasha sinks deeper into the shadows and a chill runs up her bare legs as the wind blows a filthy scrap of paper past her, deep in the shadows of the doorway. She pushes the raincoat down as it rises in the wind, exposing the pubic hair beneath.

In the distance a siren wails a garbage can lid rattles, too far away to be a threat. Any time now.

She knows it is coming, the touch is expected but she jumps as she feels the strange little hand against the back of her leg. He is here. She relaxes slightly as the tension of the wait is past, still tense to the possibility of a double cross, of trouble.

Despite her revulsion at the memory of her last sight of the misshapen little man she trembles as his hand, or what passes for his hand, slides slowly up and down the inside of her leg.

‘I have been watching you for a long time, standing here,’ he said, the words muffled by the thick folds of his mouth. She could imagine the huge tongue licking those lips in anticipation. ‘They must pay you well for this,’ he laughed grotesquely.

‘Yes,’ she said, hesitating to say more, afraid that her voice would betray her anticipation for what was coming next.

‘Let me see you,’ he grunted.

She stepped back into the dim light as she slowly slid the belt through the buckle of the long coat. The broad brim of her hat, low over her head cast a shadow across her face as she opened the coat wide. Her skin, milky white, made batman escort a striking contrast against the shadow and the pubic hair, black and unusually long. The cold air whipped across her flat belly and over her round breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, almost painfully so as the cold air swirled.

The neon cast an unearthly tone, the skin almost appearing blue, like the ski of a dead man, as it flashed in the distance. As the light pulsed in the dark she could hear the little man grunting throatily in the shadow, a gasp each time the light revealed the tall, perfectly shaped body.

‘Come to me,’ his voice rasping with his passion.

She moved forward into the dark doorway, coat held wide. Low and dark, a deeper shadow waited, less than four feet tall, huge misshapen head that housed a tongue of incredible proportions and dexterity. She wrapped her coat around the little body pulling him tight against her, his head burying into the warmth between her thighs.

He pushed her back to the box that she knew would be there, at just the right height to accommodate his unusual proportions. She could feel his nose as it nuzzled against her clit, already hard in anticipation.

Her legs spread as she sat, knees rising to open herself wide to him. His nose slid down over her clit to the wet opening beneath. She felt his warm breath as he took in the aroma of her cunt, hot and wet, anxious. He rubbed his nose over her cunt, his heat rising as the smell of her took control. ‘Hooo,’ yalova escort he moaned as his lips passed over her wet flesh.

His face buried deeper as he moved the mouth over her lips sucking on one then the other, moaning as he did, his tongue flickering over the top of her clit.

‘Don’t tease me, dwarf,’ she said more forcefully than she’d intended, her passion rising. She pulled his head deeper, sliding down open herself even wider.

The tongue slid into her slowly, pushing deep into her, so rough that her clit, sensitive from the sucking screamed in pleasure and pain. Still it went into her. No wonder he couldn’t talk, longer and rounder than a normal tongue, it was really only good for one thing. Still it drove into her. Her mind wandered as she tossed her head back, mouth open in ecstasy, her breath rasping from the back of her throat. Well over 18 inches long, round it was more like a, well, a dog dick than a tongue, she smiled wickedly, her teeth bared, at the memory as she drove down on the tongue, the pain of it pounding against her cervix driving her deeper, not away from the blinding flashes that burned within her as she drove down harder on the misshapen organ. The orgasm shook her, her cunt pulsing, three, four times she counted, but still the tongue came……..

Feeling her cum the dwarf smiled to himself and couldn’t resist chuckling as his mouth pressed hard against her cunt, wet and throbbing. He slowed and felt Natasha slump against the dark wall, but did not remove the tongue.

Deep inside ordu escort her the tongue started to move, the tip curling, probing, moving into the deepest recesses of her body.

All thought gone now, only the throbbing of her body as the tongue moved deep within her. Her trust was complete and she sunk deep into the sensation coming from within her. Each touch of the tongue, each new area explored brought new waves of pleasure and pain, so artfully crafted that she lost sight of the difference between the two. The orgasms started again and with it a dull moan, deep in her chest, rising as the intensity of the contraction racked her body. Rising, the sound filled the air, ringing off the walls of the alley, joining the scream of the sirens, closer now.

Finally, it was over. Almost unconscious, Natasha lay slumped against the wall, a weary but blissful smile on her lips. Unable to move, she watched through lidded eyes as the dwarf inserted first one, then two and finally three huge diamonds into her cunt, so numb now that she wouldn’t have known they were there if she hadn’t watched him push them into her with that wonderful tongue.

The dwarf grinned a wicked grin, pulling the coat over her quivering thighs He pulled a cap out of his coat and tugged it over his head, turned and quickly made his way down the alley. Poor dumb Dopey would be waiting at the door to the cottage, some miles out of town. He could just make it before daybreak. If Doc and Grumpy ever found out they would never let him out of the mine again, he grinned. It would be worth it though when it was all over. And now it had begun.

Natasha realized that she was cold and pulled the coat closer around her. She adjusted the belt and moved off down the alley in the other direction on unsteady legs, feeling the wall beside her for support. She chuckled. Fucking Dwarf!

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Chapter 06 – A Darkening Road

Fiona looked at Tula and Reld solemnly. The trio were seated at the dwarven smith’s table, the remnants of lunch between them. Aside from the table, the frame of her bed and a single ironbound chest, the small woman’s home was empty; the three friends had spent the morning loading chests and crates full of the dwarf’s possessions into the sturdy covered wagon she had parked behind the smithy, now hitched to a pair of stocky dwarven hill ponies.

“So here it is, friends,” began the blacksmith. “I’ve been straight with the two of you so far – I’m a smith, originally from Tach Mandun – but there’s a bit more to me than you might think.” Fiona paused to sip from the metal tumbler before her before continuing. “Back home, my family are what you might call ‘historians’. We try to preserve dwarven lore and learnin’ for future generations of dwarves and, where some of that knowledge has been lost, we try to recover it.”

“I came to Bal’s Post about three years ago,” the smith explained, “but I never really intended on settlin’ down here as the harbour blacksmith. It was just a role I could fulfill while I tried to chase down a lead I’d been pursuin’. You see, a long time ago, when the elves first came from across the sea to found the old Empire, the dwarven holds fought to resist their invasion. The cities we now call the Free Cities fought too, but they were the first to fall and one by one the dwarven clans were isolated and forced to surrender – all but one.”

Tula nodded – but for the last fact about one dwarven hall holding out, the story was a familiar one; the dwarves’ fierce resistance, despite their eventual surrender, secured them a semi-autonomous existence within the borders of the empire. They had to pay tribute, but were permitted, within limits, to govern themselves. The deal was somewhat similar to that which had been struck with many of the northern clans – the barbarian, tauric, harpy and greenskin clans were too wide ranging in the northern wilderness and lacked unified leadership to be much more than a minor hindrance to the empire’s existence. Thus, most had come to like accords with the Empire’s envoys to avoid the carnage of a punitive legionary expedition.

“In the south, though, the human kingdoms – Dirne and Tennebrin – didn’t try to resist the Empire,” continued Fiona. “They saw what happened in the north and, when the Empire turned south, they struck deals immediately. That was a problem for that lone dwarven stronghold. It wasn’t located in the Shield Wall mountains like Tach Keelig, or in the Shrouded Mountains like Mandun, Canneroch or Voluch. No, it was dug into the mountains between the Darksea and the Sand Dance, close to where Longreach is now – that’s mostly why it was able to hold out so long.”

Fiona paused to take a deep drink from the tumbler of whisky she had before her and continued. “With the two remainin’ human kingdoms allying with the Empire, the dwarves took drastic measures – they sealed the gate to their deepfast. But they couldn’t simply lock the door and throw away the key; they had taken in refugees from the northern holds, refugees that carried with them numerous artifacts and technologies my people knew could not fall into the hands of the Empire. Knowin’ that, should they not survive their self-imposed exile, other dwarves would need a way to get back into the city, they sent an expedition to Tach Mandun with a single key.”

“The silver cube,” said Tula.

“Yep. But the expedition never reached Mandun. Somewhere along the route it was betrayed or ambushed and the key was lost. A few years ago, a family contact came to my clan and said they knew where this key was – here, in the possession of the Ducal family,” Fiona paused and locked eyes with Tula.

“You plan on stealing it,” said the orc.

“It’s not stealin’ if it was yours to begin with,” retorted Fiona. “Anyway, my folk sent emissaries and envoys, hoping to buy back the key fair an’ square, but the Duke wasn’t having any of it. He and his kin know that the cube is a key, they just don’t know where the door is. And the dwarves don’t plan on tellin’ them.”

“So how are we going to nick it, then?” said Reld, leaning forward and whispering loudly like a player in a pantomime, as if there could be agents of the duke surrounding the smith’s house already. The lad’s stomach fluttered with excitement – the idea of a heist, from the duke’s castle, no less, was exhilarating.

“Well, that’s where you come in,” said the dwarf, pushing back her chair and standing up. “I need someone who can pass as a guard.”

“Explain,” said Tula, watching her small friend walk over to the footlocker she had left near the back door.

Fiona knelt in front of the sturdy chest and unlatched it. “I’ve not been sittin’ on my hands, girlie,” said the smith while she rummaged through the container. “I did a bit of scoutin’ over the years – found a likely entrance through a sewer that drains into the moat. It doesn’t smell like roses, but it’ll get us into the cellars. I also managed to acquire this,” she added, pulling a karabük escort tabard with the orange livery of the castle out of the chest. “Hopefully, with a guard escortin’ me, I can get to her ladyship’s quarters and retrieve the key. I just hope nobody asks too many questions as to why a guard is leading a dwarf through the castle.”

“Whores,” stated the orc. Fiona ceased her rummaging and turned to look at her friend.

“What now?”

“We can present ourselves as whores – that should explain our presence adequately,” explained Tula. “I still have the dress Victoria gave me – do you have anything to use as a disguise?”

“Hmmm,” Fiona pondered a moment before delving back into the footlocker. The dwarf’s excavation revealed a number of fascinating items; a strange, black breastplate, clearly made to match Fiona’s measurements, a black leather harness from which hung a hatchet and a long dagger, both also constructed from the same black material as the breastplate, rope, a grey cloak, a few leather pouches and cases and finally a long, oilcloth bundle.

“What’s all this?” said Reld, walking over and kneeling beside his friend. “I’ve never seen armour like that!”

“Durium,” said Tula, joining the pair. “Dwarven steel.” The old warrior’s voice, usually stoic, carried a note of awe.

“Yep,” said Fiona, grinning. “As hard as steel, but half the weight. Depending on how you forge it, comes out black as an abandoned mine. Go on lad, ‘ave a look,” she added, nudging the cuirass towards the lad.

While Reld picked up the wondrous piece of armour, Tula examined the hatchet and dagger. All three items were fashioned from the same black steel. All three were masterfully crafted and marked with a small sigil of clan Mandun.

“It’s amazing,” cooed Reld, putting the armour down reverently and looking over at the small axe and long dagger that Tula was examining.

“These weapons are a masterpiece,” commented the orc.

“Aw, thanks,” replied Fiona, her voice displaying a mix of pride and embarrassment. “Made it all myself. Let me show you my pride and joy, though,” added the dwarf, stooping to unwrap the long bundle.

The device the smith produced was comprised of a long steel tube, fastened to a dark wooden crossbow stock, with a trigger mechanism located near the hand grip. Unlike a crossbow, however, it lacked a bow. Instead, two wheels were attached to either side of the barrel mouth and a thin, black metal cord was wound around both, stretching over the tube entrance. Another mechanism connected a lever to the right side of the barrel and there was a third wheel located below the barrel, just in front of the trigger mechanism.

“It looks kind of like a crossbow,” said Reld, examining the curious device.

“It is,” said Fiona, picking up the strange weapon like a mother lifting her child, “but thanks to a durium spring, string and cams, we could do away with the lath that you see on human crossbows.”

“Uh, what?” said Reld.

“Bows like this don’t have arms because we know how to work metal better than you ignorant surfacers,” laughed the dwarf. “The tube means we can shoot a wider variety of ammunition, too. Not just quarrels. And there’s no whopping great bow arms to get in the way in a tunnel or mine.” The grinning smith patted Reld on the head patronisingly.

“Thanks,” replied Reld, dripping sarcasm. “You let me know when you learn how to tack a sail, or where the livewell is on a boat and then you can call me ignorant.”

While Reld and Fiona bantered and teased each other, Tula had picked up the leather webbing with the dagger and the axe hanging from it and was examining it with a thoughtful expression. The webbing had leather straps that fastened around each thigh, the waist, over the shoulders and across the chest, with more straps linking everything together down the sides. After pulling the weapons off it, she thrust it towards Fiona.

“Here,” said the orc, handing the equipment belt to the confused dwarf. “Wear this.”

“Really?” objected Fiona. “It’s not all that sexy.”

“It will be if it is all you are wearing,” said Tula, grinning mischievously, “although we may need a male opinion,” she added, looking over at Reld.

“Huh, I think I see where you’re goin’ with this,” chuckled Fiona, stripping off her clothes until she was clad only in the black leather thong and bra she favored as underwear.

A few buckles later and the small tanned woman was strapped into the webbing. Reld, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, found himself thinking that the short woman needed a riding crop to complete the ensemble, but instead simply nodded approvingly. The straps seemed to amplify Fiona’s curves in all the right ways, squeezing things together and displaying certain parts of her physique in a manner that caused his cock to throb happily in his shorts.

“Uh, I’d say that works fabulously,” grinned Reld.

“I can see that,” laughed Fiona, giving a knowing glance at the lad’s bulging crotch before rotating slowly so he could fully appreciate osmaniye escort her ensemble. “Go on, boy, strip off and show me just how much you approve!”

Reld laughed at the small woman’s bossy tone, which, strangely, seemed to suit her current attire. Eyes still travelling over the dwarf’s toned body, he hurriedly began pulling off his clothes. While he got naked, Tula sauntered over to the table and leaned against it. The greenskin slowly disrobed as well, watching Reld’s clumsy attempt to shuck his his own clothes and free his inflating cock as quickly as possibly.

For her part, Fiona didn’t bother removing her strappy outfit, nor her black leather bra and thong, and simply got down on the floor on her hands and knees. She pulled her thong to one side, offering herself to the eager lad.

“Alright, mount up!” grinned the small, muscled woman.

With an excited grunt, Reld kneeled behind Fiona’s ass and used a hand to rub his stiffening phallus against the moist lips of the woman’s cunny. Fiona let out a satisfied sigh.

“Can’t help but get a little antsy before a job, you know?” said the dwarf, looking sideways and up at Tula, who had finished peeling her own clothes off. “And we do have a few hours to kill before dark.”

“I know what you mean,” agreed the orc, grinning as she watched Reld mount their dwarven friend and idly rubbing her own cunt. “I am the same way before a fight. It is a good thing we have the boy here to make use of.”

“Can you guys stop talking about me like I’m some sort of toy?” grunted Reld, halting the massage he was giving Fiona’s quim with the bloated head of his dick.

Fiona giggled. “Don’t be silly, lad. You love it.”

Tula met Reld’s harried expression with a knowing smile. “Why have you stopped, boy?” said the orc, reaching to tease one of her dark green nipples. “Get moving. You have a job to do.”

“You two are impossible!” sighed Reld. Despite his objections, however, the youth knew the two older women were right in their assessment. There was something incredibly arousing about the way the pair so casually used him to sate their carnal desires. His sigh turned into a groan of delight as he pushed his hips forward and sunk his turgid length into the dwarf’s sopping twat.

With one thumb hooked under the crotch of Fiona’s thong, pulling it to one side, and his fingers gripping the smith’s firm buttocks, Reld eased his cock into the warm, tight depths of Fiona’s fuck-hole. Before him, the small woman lowered herself until her elbows were resting on the floor and laid her head on her arms.

“Mmmhmmm,” breathed the dwarf, feeling Reld’s balls come to rest against her clit. “Nice and slow to start, just like that. But no stopping until you’ve made me cum at least once!” she commanded.

“Yes ma’am,” Reld acquiesced, slowly sliding his phallus backwards, out of Fiona’s divine hole. The woman’s cunny gripped his tumescent breeding-pole exquisitely as he withdrew, as if protesting his retreat. Biting his lip in pleasure, he pushed back into her and watched his veiny shaft, slick with Fiona’s juices, slide back into the welcoming embrace of her quim.

Reld looked up, tearing his eyes away from the sight of his cock being swallowed up by Fiona’s delectable cunny, only for his gaze to fall on his green-skinned mistress, leaning against the table in front of him. A droplet of milk had escaped her pierced left nipple and was now trickling down the heavy curve of her ripe, full breast. Tula’s fingers were hard at work – the orc was finger-fucking herself with one hand and massaging her erect clitty with the other. There was a strange possessive, hungry look on her face, but, somehow, the orc looked imperious, almost regal, despite the obscene masturbation she was engaged in.

The orc met Reld’s gaze and nodded slightly, the corner of her mouth turning upwards in a small, approving smile. As he rhythmically pounded Fiona’s quim, the tall, green-skinned woman walked towards him, stepping over their dwarven friend, and presented her moist cunt to the hard working lad. Tula’s large clit was fully erect, protruding from its hood and engorged with arousal. Reld needed no instruction – he leaned forward, seeking the swollen pleasure-button with his mouth until his nose pressed against the orc’s mons and his lips wrapped around his objective.

Tula grunted approvingly when Reld latched onto her clitty and began flicking his tongue over the erect nub. The boy was a novice, but an eager one, and his oral ministrations caused her cunt juice to flow until it oozed past her labia in a thick, translucent strand that dangled obscenely from her pussy-lips.

The sounds of Reld’s slurping mingled with the rhythmic slap of his pelvis smacking against Fiona’s butt to create a lurid beat, over which could be heard a mixture of moans and grunts of delight as the trio fucked. His time spent in Tula’s various holes had trained him well; his stamina was prodigious, his technique well-practiced, and he thoroughly worked over the fit dwarf’s marmaris escort cunny just as he had been taught by his orcish mistress. While he worked, he focused on the juicy cunt mashed to his lips, using the distraction to take his mind off the delightful squeezes that Fiona’s quim delivered to his pistoning shaft as she rode out her pleasure.

Although he did not cease pumping his girthy tool into Fiona’s spasming pussy, eventually Reld did have to pull his lips away from Tula’s cunt. He had nursed a few, small orgasms out of the tall, green woman – her butt had stiffened under his hand and he had felt her quiver and heard her groan in delight – but his jaw ached and he needed to give it a rest. He looked up at his greenskin lover, grinning, his lips and chin slick with the slimy discharge of her pussy while his hips continued their steady thrusting into Fiona’s sloppy cunt. Tula ran her hand through his hair in approval.

“I have not heard from our friend in some time,” remarked the orc with a smile, looking down at her protege. “How are you faring, Fiona?”

She didn’t really need to ask – Fiona’s mewling orgasms were plainly audible, if inarticulate, status updates.

“Fuckin’ boyo’s fuckin’ pounded my cunt silly,” panted the dwarf. Sweat beaded on her tanned skin, making her glisten in the evening light cutting in through the windows. “Go on lad, get off me and give Tula a stuffin’.”

“Yes ma’am, just let me finish up here,” murmured Reld, his thrusts slowing but becoming more controlled and deliberate and the hand he had pressing Tula’s crotch to his face dropping back down to join his other in firmly gripping the dwarf’s pert buttcheeks. “Can’t leave -uh- a job half -ungh!- done!”

Fiona’s eyes suddenly shot open as she felt hot jets of viscous fluid spurt forcefully into her well-used cock-hole. “Oh shit, kid,” she grunted in pleasant surprise, “I thought you were bankin’ that for Tula!”

Tula was no longer standing over the rutting pair, having moved aside to recline on her side next to them, her head propped up on her arm. “He is a good boy,” explained the orc, a proud smile on her lips. “He will be able to seed me as well.”

“That’s fuckin’ handy, that is,” groaned Fiona, languishing in the sublime sensation of her cunt getting properly filled, her eyes almost rolling back in delight. “There’s nothin’ quite like feelin’ a hot load surgin’ into you, eh?”

Behind her, Reld gave a final few, small thrusts, his balls swinging as he finished up in Fiona’s quim. A sloppy dollop of his cum squeezed out between his flexing cock and the dwarf’s pussy-lips, chased soon after by a significantly heavier torrent as the lad slid his breeding-pole from the orifice that had treated it so well. Fiona rolled onto her side, her cunny dripping cream, and watched as Reld calmly moved over to where Tula was now lying on her back, legs spread.

Without any fuss, the lad positioned himself above the greenskin, his shaft still rigid and coated in an obscene mixture of his cum and Fiona’s excretions. Holding himself up with one arm, Reld used his other to guide his swollen girth into Tula’s inviting hole. Once his glans was comfortably seated in the entrance to his mate’s twat, Reld moved his arm up to mirror the other – just below Tula’s armpits – and lowered his body against hers. The amazonian orc then wrapped her arms around the lad’s shoulders and upper back while her legs folded over his buttocks, pressing her lush curves against his youthful muscles. So joined, the two began to mate.

Fiona got to her feet as Tula and Reld began to fuck. She could feel some of the boy’s healthy deposit sliding a slimy trail down the inside of her thigh, but simply smirked cheekily and shifted her thong back into place. Beside her, her comrades were copulating passionately; it was not the simple satiating of carnal needs that Fiona and Reld’s prior rutting was – no, Reld and Tula were like a well oiled machine, the human lad moving atop the orc woman, thrusting into her with smooth motions that were in sync with the undulating movements of her hips as she raised them to each of his pushes.

The youth had his lips fastened to the orc’s pierced left nipple, sucking on the aroused nubbin with his eyes closed. Tula, too, had her eyes shut and one hand on the back of Reld’s head, pushing him against her impressive, round tit. The pair were locked together in a tableau of intense sexuality. Fiona could see a glistening mix of their combined juices seeping from where their genitals were joined. Not quite able to tear her attention from the scene, the dwarf sat down on a nearby chair, her legs spread, and absently scooped up some of Reld’s oozing deposit before licking her fingers clean.

On the floor in front of her, Tula and Reld were rutting with passionate, animalistic intensity. The boy’s thrusts into the orc’s cunt were short and urgent, the skin of their groins never separating as Reld mashed his pelvis against Tula’s mons. Fiona toyed with her own cum-drenched cunny as she watched her friends breed, teasing her seed-slick cunt-lips and slimy clit with one hand while the other kept her thong pulled to one side. The frenzied fornication she was observing, the heavy scent of sex in the air and the sensation of Reld’s sloppy ejaculate seeping from her freshly fucked twat set the dwarf’s juices flowing once more and she managed to achieve climax just as Tula and Reld reached their own peak.

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I bring you the latest instalment of my story, there is going to be more sex in this one and I’ll answer a few of the questions that I’ve left open in some of the preceding chapters. I’ll more than likely leave a few questions open in this one. As always, I am solely responsible for the content of this story, and any mistakes are my own. Yes, I do spend some time thinking on these before writing it down. My father told me that each story has a beginning, a middle and an end. I’m not near the end but I am in the middle someplace. Thanks for the teachings, Dad. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental, and if you don’t like what I write please go someplace else. If you do like this story, remember to vote and follow me and leave a comment. Thank you.

I do like to be reminded that I was military all those years ago and when I could walk without pain. I wouldn’t trade my time for a million dollars. Here are a few more explanations to help you understand just what the fuck I’m talking about sometimes.

I do use the NATO/Military phenetic alphabet, because some letters sound so close together that if miss understood, especially in the heat of battle could lead to a major screwup. Of course, some major screwups have led to battles being won vs. lost. So here it is.

A – Alpha, B – Bravo, C – Charley, D – Delta, E – Echo, F – Foxtrot, G – Golf, H – Hotel, I – India, J – Juliet, K – Kilo, L – Lima, M – Mike, N – November, O – Oscar, P – Papa, Q – Quebec, R – Romeo, S – Siera, T – Tango, U – Uniform, V – Victor, W – Whiskey, X – X-ray, Y – Yankee, Z – Zulu.

Military time is much easier than most make it out to be, from midnight, 0000.00 hours to noon 1200.00 hours is expressed and spoken just like normal. Up until 1200 time is spoke or written as 0400 hours or whatever time it is. After 1200 you begin to add whatever time, it is to 1200, thus 4:23 pm would be written or spoken as 1623 hours. This way of telling time has been used by the US Navy sense 1920, the US Army started using it July 01, 1942. 22 years after the Navy.

To those of us who have served, the words Military Intelligence is a contradiction in terms, especially when you’ve been out on a mission and what you’re actually seeing barely resembles what you were told you were going to see. Now days Recon sats provide real time photos or radar pictures of a given area, vs the photo recon bird that had to fly out and back then have the photos developed and interpreted before they could be passed to those who would make the plan to brief those who would actually do the mission. While all of this was happening, your enemy has either moved your target out or more defenses into your line of travel. Either way you trip might be a bust. Strangely enough Hum Int or Human Intelligence is still some of the best intel that can be had. The human eyes and mind can see and remember things that a photo or a Sat bird just can’t see, hear, smell or feel.

Date: 322410.15

Time: 1548.44

Location: Boyington Field

I pulled back on the stick and shallowed out my sink rate as I lightly touched down on 02R then took the second highspeed turn off and headed for the parking tarmac. I knew Billy would usually be waiting for me at my spot but at this moment he right behind me. I followed the yellow shirt directors. God it was good to be back after 3 and a half days of white-knuckle time with the kids during their first time landing a high-speed monster on the confines of a flight deck. I spent the majority of my time in the observation blisters watching the kids do controlled crashes and touch and goes on a carrier flight deck over and over again. Luckly, I didn’t have to divert anyone back planet side or to the orbital platform because they just couldn’t grease it on in and catch a wire.

The fact that it only took less than 3 and a half days to get 28 new kids’ carrier qualified must have been some kind of a record, I’d have to look it up later this week. I slowed to a fast walk and popped my canopies open then my face plate. Ahhh, unrecycled air tinged with burnt JP-5 and hydraulic oil was a great way to be welcomed home. I pulled into my spot and shut Sam down, Cindy placed the ladder against Sam and scampered up to release me and Billy who was riding in the back seat. ‘Sir, PO Lowe.’ She said and helped me unhook then helped Billy. I bumped fist with her, which was something Billy had finally managed to teach her, now if he could just get her to call me by my call sign, I’d feel better.

Billy and I climbed down and popped open the travel pod, he pulled our bags out and sat them by Sam’s nose awaiting pick up. We did a walk around looking for any damage that might have happened on our decent. 15 minutes later we didn’t find any which was a good thing. I watched the rest of the flight land or park and knew that while 11 F model 2 seaters had gone up, 18 kids would be coming in by shuttle as the instructors flew the flights up and down. In a few weeks each would fethiye escort have his or her own fighter and AI and be doing this all over again solo. Between now and then they would be spending long hours either in the simulator or doing launches and landing here or out at Aux field Tavern, which was on the southern continent. Out there the kids could drop and fire “White and Green” ordinance without much fear of hitting anything other than the ground or the drones that were used for target practice.

Joker drove up and hopped out to greet me and the returning pilots. I gave him a quick rundown on what all had happened while we were deployed. Overall, I was quite pleased with the level of training and at how fast they had become qualified. Karl pulled me aside and whispered that a “special package” had arrived from our friend and that I needed to act on it quickly. I nodded and let him know I’d tend to it at once. He gave us a lift to OPs where Billy and I shed out gear and I told him I’d see him in 2 days. The pilots and crews would have tomorrow off to just have a bit of down time.

Going into my office Ms. Case handed me several files and a pad that I needed to look over asap and act on. I called over to the house, getting no answer. I was about to call Karl’s place when the scream of “DAAAADDDYY”, from the outer office stopped me. Karen came running into my office and hugged me tightly. Flower and Lori were right on her heals and hugged me also. Ms. Case stood in my door and scowled, but I could tell she was happy for me and my family. ‘Young ladies, come here please.’ She said and Karen and Flower went and stood before her, their heads were down. ‘We do not run in the office, nor do we scream and yell. Understand?’ She said. ‘Yes Ma’am.’ they both replied. She smiled and handed them both a small bag of cookies. ‘Thank you, Ms. Case.’ Both girls said and kissed her cheek. They went over to my couch and opening their bags, pulled out a cookie and started munching and giggling.

‘When will you be home John?’ Lori asked as I fired up my computer. ‘I need to file my reports and look at a few things. But I should be home by 1730, 1800 latest baby. I got 2 slave drivers here and one sits out in the front office.’ I told her. ‘I heard that Mister, do your work.’ Ms. Case called back into my office. All 3 of my girls laughed. ‘No respect, I get no respect around here.’ I grumbled as Lori kissed my head laughing. ‘My poor abused man.’ She said and kissed my head again. ‘I’ll see you when you get home tonight.’ Lori said. ‘Just you wait until you get home Master.’ She whispered in my ear then walked out. I could feel my cock starting to harden, It had been 4 days sense I had had any fun and I was going to be plowing a pair of pussies tonight.

I spent the next 2 hours filing the last of my reports that I didn’t finish on the way down. Normally I’d have Sam fly me down, but I’d been giving Billy lessons on the sly, I was hoping to get him into OCS and then flight school. I already had several other officers who had indorsed his paperwork, we were just waiting on the machine to grind out an approval or a try again later answer. Karl came into my office along with several other instructors, and we spoke about the plans for the next few weeks and the amount of training and testing that would be happening now that they were carrier qualified. Karl said that the carrier USS Kaga CVS – 81 would be in system for 10 days next month for ORE Quals. ‘I want all pilots to experience a few strike missions and have them carrier qualified on an operational bird farm with their new fighters.’ Karl said. The instructors all nodded, and we knew that the pace of work would grow as we pushed these kids to get them out into the pipeline.

The meeting had broken up not long after and I had finished my mountain turning it into an ant hill. I lugged my flight bag out to my car as my driver PO1 Mike Richards took me home. Pulling into the drive I let him know that he could relax tomorrow, and I’d see him the day after. Getting out I dragged my bag to the door that popped open as Flower stepped out and took it from my hand and dragged it inside then closed the door behind me. ‘Go shower Master, let us take care of you tonight.’ Flower said as I headed for the bedroom to strip and then into the attached shower. I quickly showered and as I stepped out Lori was waiting for me naked and with a leather collar around neck, a small tag like Flowers hung from the center D ring. It read property of Master John and had my comms number on it.

‘May slave dry master, master.’ She asked and held out my towel to me. I smiled. ‘Dry me slave.’ I said and stood there as she began to dry me off. ‘Where’s Karen slave?’ I asked and lifted my leg as Lori ran the towel down it. ‘She’d going to stay with Angala and Karl tonight, Master, you may do to us, whatever master desires.’ Lori said and dried my other leg. She then dried my cock and alanya escort balls then sucked my cock into her throat, pressing her nose against my groin. She dropped the towel and gripped my ass as I began to throat fuck her. Flower came in and knelt next to her and began to lick my balls and Lori’s cheek. I pulled free of Lori’s mouth and slid my cock into Flowers throat all the way until my balls rested on her chin. I had my hands in both women’s hair, this way I could control them as I wanted.

I alternated between them going from one to the other then back again as the looked up at me with lust and need in their eyes. I knew of Flowers need because of her physiology, Lori now needed it because she was addicted to the loss of control she experienced. I let them suck on my cock for a few more minutes then stopped them. I picked up the towel and finished drying myself, then headed back into the bedroom, they followed behind me crawling behind on their hands and knees like a pair of loyal dogs. Laid out on the bed was a pair of silk sleeping pants that I slipped on and headed for the dining room. I sat down, as my 2 pets quickly brought me my dinner and placed it before me, they knelt on either side of me in Nadu and awaited my pleasure.

I ate slowly giving each of them a piece from my hand to show them that yes I did love them. I knew that I would have to feed them after I had finished and then I would take them downstairs and do many evil things to their bodies. I knew they both needed a good flogging and to be hung up, tonight it would be by their ankles and teased. I would tease them until they were begging for mercy, I would show them none. Just like they wanted it. I finished my dinner and looked at them smiling. ‘Are you sure you want to do this on a full stomach my pets.’ I asked as I set plates before them, they both quivered waiting for me to allow them to eat. I pointed at their plates and nodded. They began to eat their food that I had placed and cut up for them, they smiled at me as they ate as I drank my evening coffee.

Many people don’t believe that you can drink coffee all day long and then go to sleep afterwards. There are very few coffees that are stronger than Military coffee which can eat the paint off the hull of any ship in service. It’s kind of a Military thing to be able to do this.

My pets finished eating and licked each other clean and my cock stiffened yet again. there are few things that are more erotic than watching 2 women who love you and would do nearly anything to please you, lick the other clean and kiss with passion. ‘Clean up and meet me in the living room pets.’ I said and got up then kissed them and pinched a nipple or 2. I was watching some show when they came in 30 minutes later and knelt before me, I looked at them yet again. ‘Are you both sure you want to do this my slaves?’ I said and smiled as they nodded. ‘Come then.’ I said and got up. My slaves followed me, and I heard them giggle and knew they were horny as hell. I led them downstairs and opened the door, both scampered in and went to their shelf that held the leather cuffs for their wrists and ankles. I closed the door and lowered the spreader bar and chose my tools for tonight’s session.

Hauling them up by their ankles gave me plenty of options as the slowly spun, I tied their wrists together and began to flog their asses and backs. For me the sound of leather meeting skin and the gasps of pleasure/pain was a sweet music to my ears. Lori’s skin turned a beautiful pink and then red, Flower’s skin turned a darker blue more towards a purple color. Both slaves’ nipples stiffened to stiff points and the aroma from their cunts was a divine scent that had me harder than steel and ready to cum all over them.

I walked over to the side and slid my cock between their lips and felt them lick their side of my meat. I took hold of their heads and slid my cock in and out of their mouths and down their throats. Flower simply tilted her head back a little and I was mashing my balls against her forehead, Lori took a bit more time but soon enough I was doing the same to her also. I mentally computed that I had 19 more days to finish breaking to my will. I figured a few more days and I would have her finally mind stripped and would then begin rebuilding her as I wanted her to be for my pleasure.

It was around 0100 when I finally let them down and took them to bed, they both had cum several times as had I. Flower had fed twice and was practically purring like a cat after taking her load and then eating the one out of Lori’s wet and well creamed cunt. They both curled up against me making me the meat in the middle of their sandwich, I did enjoy the feeling of 2 hot female bodies against me and when Lori left, I was going to miss it. before I went to sleep, I decided to ask her in the morning about marriage and her thoughts on it.

My day off was spent fucking both of my ladies into oblivion and manavgat escort then practicing my Shabari, I was a bit off having not practiced in a few weeks, but I quickly corrected my mistakes, being precise is important. Angilla called around noon and asked what was going on I told her that both girls were all tied up at the moment and I’d have them call once they were free, plus I’d be over around 1700 to pick Karen up and to take her and Karl over to the club for dinner.

Around 1500 I finally untied both girls and they went to get ready, Lori had a beautifully striped ass and Flower was walking around totally cum drunk after being fucked in all 3 holes. Lori had been also fucked in all 3 holes, but I had had to stop before cumming in her ass, I told her we’d finish later tonight. Shower time was fun, and I looked out to see that the car I had ordered was finally there, I was going to be my POV while I was stationed here. The girls came out dressed in new dresses and I knew where my pay was going each month, Karen was also being taught by a private teacher to try to see where she was at mentally.

They both came over and kissed me and I grabbed a handful of ass from both of them and made an interesting discovery, neither was wearing any panties. I knew this was going to be a fun night.

Karen came rushing out the door and I thought I was being attacked by an entire quick strike unit. ‘DAAAAADDDDDY!’ She screamed out and grabbed me around the waist. I got to go ‘UMMMPH.’ And wrapped my arms around her and hugged back while I caught my breath. ‘Hi baby have you been being good for the Captain and Mrs. Murphy?’ I asked and walked her backwards towards the door. ‘Daddy come inside I got a new present for you to see.’ She told me and then took my hand and dragged me in.

Karl meet me at the door and gave me a slap on the back telling me that I didn’t look like I had lost too much sleep, as Angala, Lori and Flower all did the cheek kiss thing. She came over and smacked my arm telling me to be more careful about leaving marks. I knew what she was talking about but played it off. Karen was standing in front of a small stack of schoolbooks and a new laptop computer. Karen was obviously smarter than many thought.

Angi took me off to the side and told me that the tutor was quite impressed with her mental acuity was higher than nearly anyone thought. He had recommended that she be placed in a higher-level class to challenge her. I had made Karl and Angi her guardians, just in case something happened to me. I was in one of the most dangerous professions known to man, a combat jet fighter pilot in the middle of a war.

We finally left, heading for the club, by this time Flowers presence was widely accepted and even enjoyed by those that were there. Karen had become for some strange reason the class mascot and they all had adopted her; she was the kid sister they had left behind. I really didn’t mind, it kept them focused and their eyes on the prize. Ending the war so we could all go home.

Several of the other instructors and a few of the students came by some to say hi and others to voice a minor problem that had cropped up during the day off. All problems would be handled in the morning and even Beth came by to say hello and to introduce her father and mother who had come for a short visit. They thanked me for the quick response during her inflight emergency. I told them that it was what fellow pilots did for each other, I introduced Karl and his wife and then Lori, Karen and Flower.

Still the Krauss’s were overly grateful for the life of their daughter, Karl and I invited them to watch Baby go through some of her training tomorrow to see exactly how well she was being trained and that the training was ‘safe’. They were grateful and after a few more minutes excused themselves. I looked over at Karl who had his eyes closed and I knew was wondering how in the hell he’d been stuck running this squirrel cage full of nuts at times.

‘This is why you get paid the big credits Boss.’ I needled him as the ladies started laughing. He shot me a dirty look and I knew that if we’d been alone, I’d have been cussed out. Not that I really cared, hell we’d had some wild times as young JOs, now we were young senior officers who were supposed to be responsible. There really were times when I wondered who was running this show, the crazies or those who were supposed to be watching the crazies.

I was reminded of the old saying. ‘Ours is not to reason why, ours was to stand there with a confused look on our face going who? what?’

Dev showed up with a young lady on his arm and had a rather smug look on his face, she also had an amused look on her face as they sat down. Karen was beginning to think of him as her uncle and called him that at times, she filled him in on what the tutor had told her. He looked surprised and told her what a great job she was doing and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

I knew that tomorrow was Friday and that we’d have to do at least a half day on Saturday I let Dev and Karl know, as the Exec it was my job to keep an eye on the training schedule and to do the majority of the counseling. So far, this class had kept my stress levels fairly low, I knocked wood and kept my fingers crossed that it would stay that way, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

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As ‘chapter one’ of this chronicle of mine indicated, I was in college when I first received my pet, Lilah, as an early birthday gift. Her wiles, charms and skill in all things erotic at first made it seem that she was the perfect gift for me, but I found out soon enough that things are never that simple when your mother is one of the top ranking demons in Hell.

As I’ve mentioned before, I am a doleramancer, a practitioner of pain magick, and in the handful of months I had been Lilah’s master, I had discovered one very important fact about her: She could not experience pain, at least, not pain in the sense that you and I understand it. Literally every torture I could devise for her, she received as pure pleasure. She might have responded with appropriate noises and flinches when I would strike her, but never did she actually produce the waves of pain that roll from a subject in sweet agony. Thus, she could never be the source of my most potent fuel. Ever the pragmatist, I put her to work for me in other ways.

Lilah’s charms as a succubus were of particular use to me, in the identification and procurement of victims for me. Also, though she could not produce genuine pain for me to feast upon, she did create copious amounts of sexual energy, which at least kept my lower order of powers perpetually ready for use. These services, while quite useful, did not take up much of her time, and as I am never one to waste a resource, I had decided that she could also serve in other capacities for me. In order for her be of true use, she needed an education beyond her limited knowledge of Hell and its denizens.

As a demon she had been spawned with what most mortals would consider impressive knowledge already. She could speak, read and write in any mortal language. She had a basic understanding of mathematics, astronomy and physics. She was ‘born’ with more practical knowledge than most American high school graduates, which I suppose is something of an indictment on the state of education. As impressive as her innate knowledge was, she lacked more advanced training in the sciences, and all of human history eluded her. She was also a terrible cook, and while a great mimic, lacked in any real fashion sense.

As she was not human, she did not have any sort of legal identity, so enrolling her in college would be problematic. Besides that, I didn’t think that putting Lilah in a room full of horny college boys would be productive on any level. So it was that I took her education into my own hands. I set goals for her, provided her with the materials she would need to learn, and assigned reading projects to her. While there was something of a structure to this education, her education followed the form of things I thought would be useful to me for her to know. The science of chemistry and the art of alchemy, fashion and the arts, and some basic training in the use of her natural magickal talents were the first of her subjects to learn.

Each night after she was done with her required reading for the day I would quiz her on what she had read. If she had absorbed the information, she was treated to an evening of sexual depravity; Fun for me, food for her. At the end of the week I would concoct a test for her, and if her marks were high enough, I would give her a special treat for the weekend. She would be allowed to practice her particular brand of wiles freely about campus and the surrounding city.

Further, I gave her incentive by telling her that once I was satisfied with her education, I’d allow her to roam freely about the world, with the proviso that she would come to me when I call. As if she could resist my call, thanks to the collar. Much of what I did with her was in an effort to gain her obedience without having to rely on the collar’s power over her, and in that, I had achieved some measure of success.

This brings me to the heart of this particular tale. Time was upon me for semester finals, and while my prodigious intellect was such that I required little study to attain excellent marks, I was aspiring to be the top of my class, and I had some stiff opposition. Thus, I was preoccupied with perusing my notes and text books in preparation for the coming exams. Lilah had impressed me over the course of the week and so, in an effort to reward her (as well as getting her out of my hair so I could study without her delectable distraction), I had given her a ‘weekend pass’.

Of course I kept track of her through the use of various magicks. The collar she wore gave me ultimate access to her mind, and I could locate her simply by wishing to know where she was. A simple spell was all it took for me to see things through her eyes, and the use of other scrying techniques could provide still yet more detailed information as to what was going on around her. Occasionally throughout the weekend I ‘checked in’ on her, more that I could make sure she was not causing riots in the streets than for any real concern for her.

On Friday night she visited a pub off campus where batman escort the rugby team gathered after practice. In accordance with my mandate that she not kill any mortals, she did not drain any of them of their precious vitae, but many a young man left the pub that night feeling weak in the knees with memories that were sure to fuel masturbatory fantasies for years to come. She did not return to my room that night, and sometime in the wee hours I checked in on her again, to find that she had somehow made her way into a sorority house and was hosting an all night orgy with the girls that lived there.

On Saturday afternoon I looked in again to find that she had gotten herself invited home with a pair of thirty-somethings in the suburbs, and was in the process of helping them spice up their love life with the use of several toys including a paddle and a strap-on cock. Close to midnight that night I looked in on her again to find that she had discovered the strip club on the outskirts of town and was having fun compelling men there to empty their bank accounts for the benefit of the girls dancing on stage.

On Sunday she attended church. At first I was surprised to find her in such a place until I realized what she was up to, for it was no church of true faith that she was attending, but one of those ‘God needs your money’ places that relies on showmanship to bilk the masses. She had great fun making the holy icons (mass produced in China, no doubt) bleed from the eyes and make lewd moaning noises. After the service she found herself at the pastor’s house being ‘cleansed of her sins’ by the pastor, his wife, and three of the church’s congregation.

As the weekend came to a close, and I was satisfied that my studies were sufficient to earn me the top scores on all my exams for the following week, I looked in on my pet once more but could not find her. Not yet alarmed, I moved on to more advanced scrying techniques, and became aggravated when even these did not prove fruitful. I was not concerned for her safety, for at the time I was arrogant enough to consider the dangers that existed for demon-kind to be beneath me, and by extension, her. I was, however, concerned that perhaps she had been recalled to Hell, and this aggravated me to no end. After all, I had put so much work into her already. I had plans for her! Also, I’ll admit, I had become rather fond of her boundless love of debauchery.

More effort would be required in locating her, so I broke out my more powerful spellcraft materials and performed an Omnus Mundi. Perhaps this was akin to bringing a nuclear bomb to a knife fight, but in my youth, moderation was not my strong suit. It required the vast majority of my dolera (that is, the pain essence that fuels my more powerful arcane arts) to cast this spell.

For those less than initiated in the arcane arts, allow me to explain why the Omnus Mundi was such an overreaction. The spell not only locates whatever is the focus of it, but also opens a proto-portal to the location of that focus, smashing through most normal wards in the process. There are means of warding against the Omnus Mundi, but very few arcane practitioners on Earth know how to lay it. Besides which, the Omnus Mundi itself requires so much arcane energy to cast that your average sorcerer isn’t even capable of it, and further still, travel through the proto-portal is lethal to mortals. Indeed, the only reason I had access to it was because the spell had been granted to me as payment for a service I had rendered to an anansi many years prior, during my years in grade school.

My extra effort paid off. Despite requiring an incredible amount of power to activate it, the spell is a relatively simple one, requiring a spell circle of only the first degree, relatively common ingredients, a token of the focus, and of course, the blood of the caster. For a token, I used a small bit of Lilah’s hair, something I had harvested within days of her coming into my service. I knew this spell would require more than a drop or two of my blood, so instead of the usual prick of a finger, I laid a blade across my arm and cut deeply, spilling my vital fluid into the casting bowl.

The spell took hold almost immediately. I could feel the arcane effect reaching into me, pulling my blood out, drinking thirstily of my energies. I’ll admit I was a bit alarmed at first as the spell began pulling the blood out of me faster than my heart would pump it. Had I been any mortal caster the spell would have drained me dry and still be hungry for more. In my case it simply took much more than I had expected, if forced to guess, I’d say just a touch over a pint.

Once the spell finally had its fill of me, I could feel it beginning to activate. All around me arcane energies crackled, there was the sound like distant thunder and then a sound I can only describe as that of reality moaning in pain as its flesh was rent by the spell. From the casting bowl rose a thick silvery yalova escort smoke which parted, forming an elongated ring that gave me a hazy view of another location. As I rose from my kneeling position I wiped the blood away from the cut on my arm, the wound already starting to seal up, a small part of my remaining dolera already at work healing me.

I really should have taken more time to prepare myself, but to be honest, my head was young and hot, and what I saw through the haze of the proto-portal drove me to act immediately. Through the veil I could see my Lilah lying upon a filthy mattress on a filthier concrete floor. She was bound by chains, and painted on the ceiling above her was a sloppy, yet effective devil’s trap.

She was in a human form, but I knew it was her. Though to mortal eyes she seemed to be a lithe collegiate with shoulder length chestnut hair, delicately tanned skin and modest yet well formed breasts, my demonic eyes could still see the arcane etchings in her flesh, and more notably, the collar. Simply seeing her there was not what prompted me to so hastily step into the proto-portal, though, it was her state. I could see just by looking at her that she was weakened. Though the form she wore was an illusion, it did react to her actual state of being, and in this case, her skin carried an unhealthy pallor, her eyes were sunken in and ringed with dark circles. Her clothes, also illusions, but illusions with substance, lay in a shredded heap near the mattress. Worst of all, there was blood all about her neck, breasts, thighs and stomach, as if she had taken several mortal wounds and was in the process of bleeding out.

Hasty though it was, I stepped through the proto-portal, allowing the spell to whisk me from my secure dorm room to this dreary dungeon-esque chamber. I was so foolishly secure in my powers and knowledge of the arcane that thought of encountering something I could not handle did not even occur to me.

Travel through the proto-portal was excruciating. As I mentioned, this sort of travel would destroy any normal mortal, and as expected, the torrential magicks involved rent and tore at my human blood, doing its level best to burn me to cinders. Having experienced the things I have, I can confidently say that the sensation was very much like having the flesh flayed from my bones with white hot blades. Thankfully, my infernal half was strong enough to bear the journey, and when the proto-portal spat me out on the other side, I was whole, if disoriented and weak from the trip.

When I say that it spat me out, that is no euphemism. On this side of the portal I was thrown to the hard floor with enough force to knock me senseless for a moment, and I was coated head to toe in the ectoplasmic residue of the Shadow Veil. I had very literally delivered myself into the maw of the Shadowlands, and had been forcibly ejected from it as something poisonous, which indeed, I was.

I came to my senses quickly and rose from floor, glancing about the room to get my bearings. The room was dark, but my demonic eyes were more than sufficient to see in the gloom. There was a rickety wooden staircase leading up to a heavy wooden door, and no windows to be seen anywhere. The walls were cinder block, and the entire room smelled of earthy musk, urine, blood, and other, less pleasant odors. The aroma told me this much: Lilah had not been the first captor here, and judging from the blood stains on the mattress where she lay, the previous victims had met a gristly end.

Lilah reacted listlessly to my presence, moaning softly in her unconscious state. I had to feed her, but before I could do that I had the baneful devil’s trap to deal with. I fixed my gaze up toward the ceiling where the sloppy paint marked out the trap, and raised my hand toward it. Generally demons could do nothing to a devil’s trap but glare at it. Even half breeds like me are often helpless in the face of such devices. My infernal heritage is of a higher order, and for the first time in my life, I was actually glad that my mother was such an Infernal Bitch. A few muttered words and the expenditure of the last of my dolera allowed me to reach out with my arcane senses, take hold of the plaster on which the trap was painted, and with the clenching of my fist, destroy it completely. The plaster crumpled as if it were paper in my hand, then turned to dust which showered all about my Lilah and the repugnant mattress she lay on.

The chains were simple iron shackles, and it would be a simple spell to make them unlock and fall away. Unfortunately, I was weakened from my journey through the proto-portal, the last of my dolera had just been spent, and I would require at least a small refueling before my arcane stores were strong enough even for that simple task. As Lilah was the only potential source on hand, there was nothing else to be done than to use her for what she was worth in the moment.

I knelt to beside her, one hand sliding into her hair, the other ordu escort cupping her chin, raising her face so that I could lower my face to hers. I could feel the stirrings of her lust already as I pressed my lips to hers, a familiar whimper of need filling the kiss as my hand slid down from her chin to roam her body. The blood at her neck and breast was still wet, if thick and sticky, and something about the pattern of it tugged at my thoughts. I pushed that aside for the moment, since she had no noticeable wounds, and pushed forward with my affections, undeterred by her bloody state.

Even in this desperate situation, in this filthy place, as my hand slid over the breast, her body reacted with need. Her whimper became a moan, her wrists and ankles pulled against the chains that held her down, and even this seemed to increase her desire, which was all to the good for me.

At first the wisps of sexual energy that wafted form here were mere vapors, not enough energy to power a flea, but the stirrings were there and already my dark soul was absorbing them, drawing into me the power of her lust. I let my hand linger on her breasts for a long moment, circling each nipple with my fingertips, tugging and pinching until they were hard little nubs. My hand slid down her stomach, and I relented in my kiss and lowered my mouth to her breast, taking one blood covered nipple in my mouth and sucking softly as my fingers dipped between her thighs. As expected, her pussy was wet and receptive to my touch; Succubi are built to be ever ready in that regard.

As my fingers plied her infernally delectable lips, I bit down on her nipple, and this brought forth the first true surge of erotic power from her. Her body arched to my touch and my bite and a low moan of need escaped her. She was coming about, and I was very glad to hear a murmured “Mmmm… Master?” tumble from her tongue. Encouraged by this, I shifted to tease her other nipple as two of my fingers pressed into her warm, eager slit, my palm resting on her clit with a steady, grinding pressure.

Judging from the sounds she made as I pushed my fingers deeper still, I could tell she was a disoriented, not entirely sure of where she was, but I could also tell she was very much enjoying being filled with my nimble fingers. I raised up from her breast, licking the bitter flavor of her blood away from my lips and gazed down into her eyes, which at the moment were chocolate brown. She gazed up at me with genuine need as my fingers began moving in and out of her, each inward thrust accompanied by a subtle ‘come hither’ gesture, stroking against her inner walls. Her need was such that she tugged all the harder against the chains that held her as I fingered her. I smiled as I could feel her passion rising already, and my hand in her hair reacted to her need by closing into a tight fist.

“You must cum for me, my pet. You WILL cum for me.” My words had not been intended as a command, but an encouragement for her to release. Nonetheless, she took my words as an order and only a moment later, her body arched as far as her restraints would allow, and her pussy graced my fingers with a gush of thick, hot juices as her orgasm burst from her. The strength of her orgasm shocked even me, the power of it sent waves of erotic energies rolling from her like tidal waves. I closed my eyes and basked in her tsunami of sexual release, my fingers unrelenting in their movement inside her, compelling her to another orgasm, and then another.

“Master!” She cried as her pussy clamped down around my fingers and her final orgasm clawed its way out of her. Her hips rolled and bucked softly as her body calmed, and I slipped my fingers from her dripping cunt and offered them to her mouth, which she accepted hungrily. Even this subtle gesture sent aftershocks of erotic power through her body, and thus, into my dark spirit, and I drank ever drop of it.

By this point my own libido was raging, but it would have been self defeating to give into it. As much as I wanted to free myself, to thrust my engorged cock deeply into that quivering, eager pussy and fuck her relentlessly, in the end she would simply have taken back the feast of erotic energies she had just given up to me. My own personal fun would have to wait.

I rose to my feet and harnessed the power her lust had given me. A simple wave of my hand and a softly muttered word of power was all it took to cause the shackles to fall away from her. As I reached down to offer her a hand, her eyes widened and she cried out, “Master!” At first I thought perhaps this was simply an exultation at being freed from the chains, but too late I realized the truth of it. Her eyes were focused behind me, and as I turned to face whatever she was seeing, I was struck across the face with a fist, though it felt very much like a sledgehammer.

I woke up some time later, while I had no way of knowing exactly how long, I had the sense that it had only been a few moments. In the interim I had been settled into a dining room chair that had seen its better days, my hands bound behind me, my ankles tied to the legs of the chair. What had awakened me was my shirt being ripped open, and as my eyes fluttered open I could see a trio standing before me, the one who had ripped my shirt standing directly in front of me.

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Abigail stood naked in the waist deep pool of warm water. The 19-year-old blonde watched as her jeans, T-shirt, underwear, shoes, and all the personal possessions she had had on her were put into a black drawstring trashbag and taken out of the stone chamber by a figure in a dark hooded robe. Three women, dressed only in swimsuits, attended to her; two vigorously scrubbed her with sponges and bars of floral-scented soap, as the third washed her hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. Such pampering might have been enjoyable, had she not been brought here against her will. What were they planning to do with her? Did she even dare imagine?

Her recollections were fuzzy on how she got here; or for that matter, where “here” was. She remembered being at an outdoor music festival, going to the ladies’ room, and then someone grabbing her from behind on her way out. A rag was put over her mouth and nose, a sickly sweet odor, and then blackness.

“Just relax, Sweetie.” The woman shampooing her hair said. “Our patron is going to adore you.”

The other two smiled and nodded in agreement. When her bathing was finished, they toweled her off, brushed her hair, misted her lightly with some perfume, and put her in a white silken robe. The three women then dried off and donned three dark hooded robes of their own.

The hooded figure from before returned, along with four more. In a deep voice, he said, “It is time, bring her.”

The cultists led Abigail through the torch-lit corridors of the underground temple. They came upon an imposing, black marble door, and one of the cultists knocked thrice. As the door opened, Abigail could see little more than darkness beyond. The lead cultist then turned to her and said, “Step through the doorway now.”

“Fuck no,” Abigail shook her head. “I’m not going in there, and you can’t make me.”

No sooner did she say those words then the cultists dogpiled her. She tried to fight them but she was outnumbered eight to one, and five of their numbers had an advantage over her in upper body strength. At the end of the struggle, the cultists shoved her inside and the door slammed shut. She tried to run back, she was going to pound on the door with all of her might and demand to be let out; but to her astonishment, the door was no longer there!

Confused, she looked all around her. “What in the Hell?!”

She thought about finding a wall, putting her hand on it and following it until she found an exit, but she was unsure if this place even had walls. For all she knew, the darkness went on forever in all directions, and visibility was so low she could barely even see her own hands held out directly in front of her. On top of all that, she couldn’t shake karabük escort the feeling of eyes upon her, observing and assessing her.

It was then that she turned around and caught sight of a small patch of light in the foreboding dark, like a spotlight for performers on a stage. Not knowing what else she could possibly do under the circumstances, she slowly walked towards it, trembling in fear with each step. The smooth stone floor chilled her bare feet; she imagined it was made of the same black marble as the door. She wished she still had her smartphone; she wished she could call the police, her parents, or just about anyone else to come to her rescue. But even if she had it, what good could it do her? Would she get any bars of signal in here?

“Is anyone in here?” She called out as soon as she stood in the light. “Hello?”

From somewhere in the shadows a voice replied, “My my my, such an exquisite little creature…”

“Who said that?” She asked, startled.

“I did.”

A pair of red eyes, glowing like burning coals, appeared in the darkness just outside her little island of brightness. She could barely make out the haunting, otherworldly silhouette the eyes belonged to. With a gasp, she took a step back, desperately trying not to faint. Whatever that thing was loitering at the greying fringes of the light, she certainly didn’t relish the thought of being at its mercy.

“Forgive me, my pet.” The strange entity said. “I must look an awful fright to you in this form…”

The silhouette and its red eyes faded from view, footfalls echoed in the void, and then a figure stepped forward into the light; a tall man with dark hair, dark eyes, and a handsome if vaguely sinister face. He was impeccably dressed in the blackest of black, as if the shadows themselves were his clothes.

As he came closer, he smiled pleasantly and said, “…Perhaps a less threatening form will put you at ease?”

“Where am I?” Abigail asked as soon as she could muster up the nerve to speak. “And what happened to the door out of here?”

“This place is my personal sanctum,” He explained. “It is its own separate dimension, and entirely under my control; no one can enter or leave unless I choose to allow it.”

“Okay, so who are you?” she asked. “Hell, what are you?”

“I am the god of primordial darkness, and the sire of all things that dwell in the night and the shadows. I’ve had many names down through eons strange and immemorial, though my most faithful worshipers know me as Lord Erebus.”

“The god of darkness?” Abigail’s face turned ashen. “So those weirdos dressed like Death Eaters offered me to you as some kind osmaniye escort of virgin sacrifice?”

Erebus looked at her bemused, and then chuckled. “Is that really what you’re so worried about?”

She looked at him confused. “Shouldn’t I be?”

“Let me assure you, those few deities who still demand human sacrifices these days find themselves scraping the bottom of the barrel for worshipers.” He said. “Personally, I’m quite content so long as my praises are sung and my commands obeyed.”

“So, you’re not going to suck out my life energy or anything like that?”

“No, not really.”

“Well that’s a relief, I guess,” Abigail said, trying to calm her racing pulse. “Could you please let me out of here now?”

“What’s the big hurry to leave?” Erebus raised an eyebrow. “I don’t recall saying we were done here.”

“Then what do you want from me?” She demanded. “If I’m not a sacrificial victim, then why was I brought here?”

Erebus snapped his fingers. A few feet away from them, within their same circle of light, numerous wisps and tendrils of shadow swirled and coalesced in one spot; solidifying into a king-size bed with black silken linens. His lips curled into a smirk. “Honestly, I would’ve imagined you’re a bright enough girl to figure that out by now.”

Abigail looked at the bed and then to Erebus. “Let me get this straight; you want me to sleep with you?”

“Yes.”

“Is that even possible?”

“It very much is,” Erebus replied with a lazy smile. “Forgive me if I sound like a braggart, but I’ve been a father more times than most humans can count. The mothers of my progeny have included goddesses, princesses, and quite a few comely peasant girls; and to be sure, all of them considered it an honor to be seeded by me.”

Abigail folded her arms and huffed. “So what? You expect me to just ‘lie back and think of England’ or something like that?”

Erebus chortled. “If you’d like.”

Abigail’s facial features softened as she sighed and cast her gaze downward. “If you’re as powerful as you say, I don’t suppose I have much of a choice in the matter…”

“Come now,” He placed his index finger beneath her chin, gingerly tilting her face upward to meet his. “Would it really be such a bad thing to give into me?”

Her skin goose pimpled as those words stirred within her the strangest mingling of fear and sexual desire. On one hand, if there was anything to all the mythology and folklore she had ever read in her life, having sex with an otherworldly entity might not be the smartest thing to do. But on the other hand, how many women these days can boast that they had their first time with darkness marmaris escort personified?

Abigail moaned softly and then looked at him with pleading eyes. “If I let you have me, will you at least promise to be gentle?”

He nodded with a smile and ran a hand through her hair; her scalp tingled wonderfully from his touch. Reluctant at first, Abigail undid her robe, allowing it to slide off of her shoulders and drift silently to the floor. For a brief moment, she stood there blushing and vainly trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. As he encircled her in his arms, she allowed hers to fall to her sides. An intense yet pleasant chill rushed all throughout her body, starting from where one of his hands touched the small of her back. The more he caressed her, the more the sensation transitioned from a chill to a sedating warmth; and the more she craved what she now knew was inevitable. Abigail let out another moan of pleasure, rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. He patted the back of her head, swept her up into his arms bridal style, and then carried her to the bed.

As he stepped passed the foot of the bed, Erebus sang, “Deepening shadows gather splendor, as day is done. Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun…”

He laid her out atop the black silken sheets, her flaxen hair cascaded over one of the black silken pillows. He disrobed and then joined her in bed. With a snap of his fingers, the light soon dimmed…

And then there was darkness.

Abigail couldn’t see Erebus but she could soon feel him astride her. She felt his hands tickle her sides and his mouth plant kisses on her neck. Not knowing what to expect from him next amplified every little sensation. She moaned and panted with every touch; with every little way he played with her body. Her nipples erected and her vagina moistened. His power over her was undeniable, and yet she was unafraid.

She spread her legs, ready to receive him. As she felt him move into position, her entire body tingled with anticipation. In that very first moment of penetration, the sting was enough to make her grimace, but it soon gave way to pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before. Each subsequent thrust brought her closer and closer to climax; to the crescendo of this concerto of lust and passion.

The orgasm that followed was an explosion of overpowering pleasure, robbing her of voluntary muscle control and causing her toes to curl. At the same time, she felt the warm flow of his semen inside her. Just before the flood of feel-good chemicals completely overwhelmed her brain, it briefly and dimly registered in her mind that she hadn’t asked him to use a condom; and that there was a fair chance he just impregnated her! She was so addled by endorphins, however, that the thought faded to nothingness before it could raise the level of alarm it should have. In the afterglow, she lay there in a state of blissful semi-consciousness. As Erebus lay back down beside her and wrapped her securely in his arms, she was soon fast asleep.

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He had to hurry.

His footsteps echoed down the street. Had he escaped it? Well… it certainly seemed so. He leaned against a brick wall, a sigh of relief escaping him. Though not completely comfortable, he slowed down to a brisk walk, although often he found himself looking over his shoulder, and shuddering. Finally he reached his own front door. He gave a small chuckle of triumph, digging for his keys in his pocket, before finally able to enter his own home.

He flopped down on his couch, still breathing heavily. He leaned his head down, closing his eyes, feeling a light bead of sweat drip down his forehead.

Then he felt it again.

He recoiled, but instead it forced itself around his neck, not quite tightly enough to choke him, just soaking his skin again in that wet, rubbery liquid. He tried to yell out, but the foreign limb went just a little tighter against his skin in a threat.

He was still panting from the running, and though he hated to admit it, the little tentacles were indeed cooling him off. They slipped through his jeans first, ripping them and destroying them completely, before going upward and doing the same with his shirt. He felt a few softer tentacles wrap themselves around his wrist, before gliding themselves smoothly into his hands, and his fingers reflexively gripped them. The beast seemed to shudder with anticipation. The man, despite himself, smirked a little.

The tentacles went toward his head, massaging his scalp, while others traveled down his spine, tickling and massaging each individual bone. They touched and prodded at his nipples, before abruptly sticking a sucker on each. He gasped, trying with difficulty to withhold his moans.

There zonguldak escort were tiny ones–small, almost cute with no suckers, touching and caressing the rest of his chest, his abs, going down to his hips (which he had difficulty with not bucking) and navel. He suddenly felt tentacles even tinier than those go against the back of his feet, before finally settling in between his toes. They didn’t stop; they went up his legs, playing and gliding easily along the bend of his knees, reaching up to his thighs.

The beast shuddered again, and he almost couldn’t help but shudder with it. The wet tentacles were all lubricated, and as they glided along his body they coated him as well, until finally some of the liquid began dripping on the floor. It made his body glisten slightly, and his underwear was absolutely soaked with it.

The tentacles were ever moving and ever playful, fitting and almost gently getting him worked up and ready. A tentacle slithered past his lips, and he opened his mouth, licking the spongey flesh and tasting the suckers. The creature seemed to moan now, it’s shivering more than apparent, although it stayed patient, taking it’s time with the human.

Suddenly a rather large one came toward his back, and tore his underwear apart. It revealed just how hard he was–without it actually touching him there, no less–and slid itself between his butt cheeks, rubbing up and down, fucking him just like that. He nearly bit the one in his mouth as the smaller ones that were still between his toes and had glided up his legs now reached up and tickled his balls. Suddenly one–no, two–wrapped around the base of his cock, keeping the blood bursa escort from flowing, and thus preventing him from cumming, which he had felt like he would do any second now.

They twisted themselves against his cock, intertwining amongst themselves, before reaching the bottom of the head. They seemed to lick it, right there, and at long last a deep moan came from within his chest. The creature kept tickling him there, as the one exited his lips, leaving him whimpering. The creature shook a moment, and he wondered if it would cum, before the ones on his nipples suddenly pulled off, leaving them red and raw. The ones between his hands (who had been, of course, thrusting adamantly between his fingers) suddenly let go, as well as the between his cheeks–the ones between his toes–until finally there was nothing left that the two that were wrapped around his dick. They stopped tickling.

He caught his breath. He wanted to cum. He wanted to be fucked. Suddenly he realized what it was the creature wanted. He turned around on the couch, got on all fours, and closing his eyes, he pushed his ass into the air, offering it over.

The creature didn’t want to be run from, and he never really wanted to run in the first place.

It just felt so… good.

He was like this a moment, feeling nothing but how hard and sore his dick was, and how some of the wetness trickled off his skin some more, running down and keeping him coated with the natural lubricant.

His heart skipped a beat. The tentacles came back, all at once, and now it felt more like a full blown assault. The one that gripped his throat seemed larger, and it held his malatya escort head back, caressing and massaging his neck. The tiny ones at his dick wrapped themselves around the head, attaching their suckers to him, and it felt so disgusting and wonderful he screamed and his legs almost gave way, but the tentacles held his ass up.

The one that had been in his mouth before came back, and it seemed thicker than before. The ones between his cheeks stopped, and he moaned in anticipation as the tentacle found his taut hole and entered into him deep, his ass tightening around it, letting it feel the pleasure it wanted. He was making sounds he didn’t think humanly possible, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, because oh, fuck, this was all just too amazing.

The tentacle fucked him, going deep and prodding his sweet spot, taking time even to caress him while inside. He bucked his hips, letting it match the thrusts, which were starting to become wilder and wilder. He felt it swell while inside him–he felt all of the tentacles swell suddenly, and he was outright sobbing and screaming and groaning, right when the tentacles at the base of his cock let go.

They came together.

He didn’t even scream. He opened his mouth soundlessly, as the tentacles slowed down, covering him till he was splattered by this foreign, hot cum. Finally… he felt release, as he came so hard he thought he might faint.

The tentacles removed themselves from him. He lay down on the couch, which by now, of course, was sopping with disgust. He panted, his body already starting to feel sore as he closed his eyes. He’d had enough. They both had.

He felt the tentacles come up from underneath him, picking him up till he was lifted off the ground. His legs hung rather limp and awkwardly, and though he panted for no more, he couldn’t fight it. They placed him on his bed, and in an almost loving way, caressed his face. He smiled as some of them curled against his skin, and the two of them rested, at least for now.

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Author’s Note: This is a love story with BDSM and some reluctance/non-consent elements that takes place in an imaginary world. Please enjoy!

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“This ridiculous pickiness has to stop! Preferably, before you are through with the last eligible man of noble birthright.”

Dagon watched the scene unfold with a knowing smile. The Regent’s midnight black eyes blazing with fury were a spectacle rarely to behold outside of her private chambers. Paternal pride made his chest swell as he watched his beloved daughter hold her ground.

“Noble birthright will not allow me to release any bounded of mine like a common maid, those were your words Aunt, not mine. I am only trying to follow your advice to chose carefully and wise.”

The calmness of Selia’s voice betrayed the rage she felt building inside.

Arianna shot a misgiving glance at the stubborn girl’s father that instantly wiped the smile off his face. Leaving him without a Mistress for so many years did definitely not become the man’s behavior. She would have to deal with that matter another time, for now much more pressing issues had to be resolved.

“Two weeks child. Two weeks and not another day longer. When the festivities of the full moon rise begin you will publicly announce your choice,” the Regent declared leaving no room for discussion. “You better make sure she understands and lives up to her duties.” She spat at Dagon, her eyes narrowing in a mute threat before she stormed out the door.

The silence that fell over the Princess’s chambers was broken by her audible sigh of relief.

“Finally, I thought she would never leave!” Selia exclaimed, flopping down on her bed in a most unladylike manner.

“I wish she would at least try to understand me.”

Her father had become her most trusted advisor over the years, another fact that the Regent often voiced her concerns about in the High Counsel. He would fill the child’s head with foolish notions of equality and undermine her naturally powerful personality which was an essential characteristic of any future Empress. It was an opinion many of the matrons of high birthright residing in the Counsel shared, however, neither of them seemed to show much enthusiasm when it came to neglecting the late Empress’ royal wishes.

“And I wish you would at least make an effort to understand your Aunt better” came her father’s scolding reply.

The confused frown that appeared on the young woman’s face made his eyes turn watery. There were moments, tiny gestures of his daughter even that reminded him so much at his beloved, that there was no way of ignoring the stabbing pain he felt inside. His melancholic smile lasted but a moment and turned soon thoughtful.

“Arianna had to face responsibilities she had never been prepared for when barely older than a child. She spent the past two decades with her duty being the single focus of her life. You were but a newborn heiress, but I do remember the days when her bright eyes started to darken, her smile faded under the burdens of royal duty. She had been living the life that was assigned for your mother, she held up the honor of the royal house of Astor when the times were most dangerous, ensuring thereby your inheritance and right to the throne, questioned by so many due to my influence on your upbringing.”

Her arms were around him in an instant.

“Oh father, you must not blame yourself! You only followed mother’s last wish and I shall be always grateful for your insight and support.”

“I hope you will try to think of your Aunt and the sacrifices she has made with as much gratitude. She only wants what she considers to be best for you. What the royal law requires and your people expect of you. And I know, you will make all of us very proud when you announce your choice at the festivities” he added with an encouraging smile.

Selia released her tight hold on him and started pacing the room thoughtfully.

“My choice it is, isn’t it? Yet have you seen the options I have? Man of noble birthright being paraded around by their greedy sisters and mothers like some breeding studs, their flattering words as false as the strained smiles on their lips. All they are after is the power bonding with the royal family means! Not a single one among them tonight wanted sincerely to be mine! The collar of the house of Astor is all their greedy hearts are set upon.”

Dagon certainly sympathized with his daughter. Most bondings of the noble houses were driven by common interests, üsküdar escort lust for power as much as flesh, very few had the opportunity of mating out of the choice of their hearts.

“Considering your social status, politics can be hardly helped my child” he offered weakly.

“That is not true! You should know that better than anyone else!” she accused hotly, her passionate outburst soon to be taken over by a longing desire she felt tugging at her heart. “I have resigned to my fate father. I will accept the throne and all the responsibilities that come along, but is it so wrong of me to wish … to hope for the same kind of love you and mother shared?”

It was an argument that he couldn’t fight, one he didn’t even wish to. From the time on his beloved Selianna had passed away, the tiny newborn with his strawberry freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks had become his entire world. His nights were filled with grief and pain, barely to be soothed by the occasional dream in which he could hold his long gone Mistress once again. Yet with the first rays of sunshine came his only child’s laughter into his world, ushering the inner darkness away with a single smile that graced her chubby little cheeks. There was nothing in this world he wished for more than Selia’s happiness, praying to the shadows of the night to grant her a long, content and fulfilled life.

“There is still time left, sweetheart. Your love may just be waiting around the corner. Try to be patient.”

~o~~O~~o~

The night was a soothing balm, dreams offered a welcome escape. Alabaster skin many maids would envy glowed softly in the dim candle light. Arianna’s eyes were fixed on the mirror as a servant freed her magnificent hair from its confining crown. Jet black silk fell past the shoulders of the pale image starring back at her. With the shimmering powders and paint gone from her face, the heavy chains of jewelry removed from her delicate neck and wrists, she looked decidedly fragile, a far cry from the mighty Regent she represented during the day.

The years of intrigue and worry had taken their toil on the refreshingly natural beauty she once possessed. Delicate crow’s feet had started building around her eyes. The smile of the woman in the mirror was strained, her posture tired, a broken spirit reflected in the empty depth of her black eyes.

After slipping on her nightgown she dismissed the maid as quickly as the advances of her pets.

Her anger had faded long ago, yet her determination only grew. She couldn’t allow Selia to make her own mistake. A bonding was essential to ensure the continuity of the royal line of Astor and once she had claimed the throne, no man would be found worthy of being her mate. It was an ancient law, but one the enemies of their House surely hadn’t forgotten. One established with good reason by the shadow’s of old. She had suffered from the full burden of loneliness since the day she received news of her elder sister’s misfortunate delivery and death. She had been so very young! An innocent child appointed as regent and caught up in the web of competing advisors and false friends. Learning her role quickly she balanced the thin line of power with success, watching her niece grow into a pretty and powerful young woman. Were it not for her father’s influence and his foolish notions about love, Selia might have chosen a suitable mate long ago to give her the strength and support the lack of which had appointed the Regent to a slow yet inevitable decline.

Few understood the destruction the lack of bonding could bring even to the most powerful women, but Arianna had to discover over the years that her health as much as strength started gradually slipping away. Her status didn’t allow any signs of weakness, yet neither time nor the stubborn child’s pickiness was on her side.

She eased her body under the cool sheets with a sigh of relief just before the weakness overcame her again, her more and more fragile body paying its tribute to the torturing shadows of the night.

The more her power was dwindling, the more her heart seemed to return to happier times in her dreams. Those few hours of escapism when she found sweet relief. Swimming in the crystal lakes of Errata, climbing the windy hills at the feet of the northern mountains, memories of playing tag with the children of their servants at Astor Castle, the country estate of her family. Gorren had been so young too. His chestnut gaziemir escort hair always tousled, freely toyed with by the breeze coming from the lakes. She remembered his smug grin, the air of confidence she found so irresistible, how he would tug at her braid shamelessly, seemingly unaware of her birth right, unafraid of any consequences. She never saw the farmer’s son again after being called back to the Royal Palace at the tender age of fourteen, yet had often wondered what woman might have tamed his flaring temper, who had the privilege to enjoy his smile every day.

She had learned early on that as a regent one could only afford to have few secrets. Pleasures of the heart she couldn’t have yet pleasure of the flesh she indulged in without shame. Man seeking her favor were numerous but even those she had collared were only there for enjoyment, lust and relief of stress. She had left her heart behind at the lakes of Errata, with a sense of duty taking its place.

Time was slipping away; she could feel it more and more with every day passing. The dark cloak of the night still shielded most of her weakness from the curious eyes of the court. But she knew the time when she would have to resign was drawing dangerously near.

~o~~O~~o~

Dear Aunt,

I have decided to consider my decision far away from the influences of the court for the two weeks you have graciously provided. I hope you will trust your upbringing of the past twenty-two years and will consider me grown up enough to grant me this short break from my duties. I hereby give you my word to return in time for the festivities of the full moon rise for my bonding with my chosen one.

In the meantime, please worry not for I will be fine.

Selia

After ear dropping on a conversation between the regent’s maids and learning that her aunt had already retired, Selia simply slipped the note under the door of her bedchamber and quietly tiptoed down the hallway.

She knew her aunt would be anything but pleased in the morning to find it there, but it still seemed a better solution than asking her father to do the delivery and letting her wrath pour down on him. After all, Selia would fulfill her responsibilities but on her own terms.

If her father was right and love might have been waiting just around the corner then she had much better things to do than sit around and suffer the flattery of men she didn’t want and what was just as important, who didn’t want to be hers. None of them would have paid attention to the girl with mousy brown curls and strawberry freckles were it not for her high birthright and her family’s name. Putting on her oldest and most faded gown and securing a purse of gold around her waist, the young heiress slipped out into the dark streets of the town through one of the back doors only servants used. The yawning guard didn’t even glance her way as she passed the gate.

The streets looked dark and mysterious. The chilly night air soon proved her gown and the soft cloak over it an ineffective shelter from the wind that blew out several of the torches passer-bys carried around. After an hour the idea started to dawn on her that she might had been better off by escaping after supper. Her rumbling stomach seemed to confirm the idea.

Her mind focused on food she walked down the street with delight after spotting a tavern at the far end of the main square.

She never noticed the two shadows that had joined her, remaining ever only a few steps behind.

“She looks nothing fancy” the younger of the two shadows pointed out in a whisper to his companion, his concerned face hidden by the darkness around.

The taller figure merely shrugged his shoulders.

“The hour is getting late. She will have to do” he decided, pulling out a big, rough sack from under his cloak. The irritation in his voice was obvious when he still saw hesitation on his companion’s part. “Go now, or I’ll do it myself!” he barked impatiently, making the other figure wince before they both disappeared into a dark alley.

Driven by hunger and drawn by the inviting lights of the tavern, which promised a full stomach as much as warmth, Selia barely noticed bumping into the stranger. Disoriented for a moment, she fought and succeeded to keep her balance by bracing herself on the stranger’s arm.

“Watch your way,” a decidedly male voice barked, before the shadowy figure moved on.

A frown still on her sancaktepe escort face and hands on her hips she turned to see him disappear into a nearby alley. Perhaps her aunt had been right, common folk had hardly any manners!

“What a brute! Someone ought to teach him manners.” She murmured angrily, insult making her cheeks flush as much as the cold air. Suddenly her mouth fell wide open. The purse was gone!

She made a run for the alley in an instant when understanding finally downed on her. Since the narrow little street was lacking any torches her eyes could hardly make out the entrance. Realizing there was no point in pursuing a thief in the darkness, she was about to turn back to the square, when a tall dark figure with surprisingly broad shoulders blocked her way.

Ignoring him with her best grace she tried to maneuver her way around him. However, every time she tried to move he would always step in her way. Congratulations Your Highness! Robbed and trapped within an hour of having left the royal palace. Taking a deep breath to suppress her heartbeat that had started to flutter with nerves, she finally cleared her throat.

“Let me pass this instant and no harm will come to you.” She offered in her most authoritive voice.

“Why should I?” the taller figure demanded in a deep baritone voice that made her shudder.

“Because …” she hated the insecurity creeping into her voice, “because robbery and stalking are both to be punished by the laws of this country.”

The hearty laughter her threat elicited from the man felt oddly humiliating.

“Let me pass this instant, or you shall regret it dearly!”

Panic. The shrill tone her voice was taking on, the fidgeting, her breathing growing shallower with every breath taken didn’t escape the man’s attention. It had become a sweet melody to his ears, almost as pleasant as the cries and pleading, the begging for mercy that would soon follow from the little mouse’s luscious lips. He could practically smell her fear rising by the moment, the scent triggering the hunter’s instinct inside his veins.

Selia saw the tall man take a step sideways, his eyes glittering for a moment in the pale moonlight.

“Why of course, a lady’s wish always comes first.”

The girl stared at him without making a move, her breathing audible in the cool night air. Taking another few steps aside he leaned lazily against the wall of a house, his bemused eyes never leaving her worried face.

“How is it my lady, don’t want to leave me yet?” he inquired cynically. “Maybe you’d like to stay and play. I for one could use some company, had been lonely for way too long.” He added winking at her playfully.

The blood drained from Selia’s face, this was no game for sure! She would have to distract him and make a run for it, she couldn’t think of any other way out.

“Sure.” She offered plastering a strained smile on her face and inching her way towards the entrance of the alley. “You must forgive me for I mistook your advances for harm. If you’d like to play, let’s go to my home and have some fun.”

The coquettish smile vanished from her face as she felt another pair of arms grip her tightly from behind. The tall man stepped forward, lowering his face just inches above hers, basking in the fear reflected on her pretty face as she took in his devilish grin and scarred lines.

“I am certainly up for it sweetheart. You won’t mind it being our place though, do you?”

The cruel sound of his laughter had echoed in her ears long after she had been gagged and bound despite her every effort to kick and scream. Tears of shame and fury ran down her cheeks underneath the dark hood that was placed over her head. She felt the man carrying her move around fast, his hand coming down sharply on her bottom whenever she started to squirm.

“Feisty little thing, I dare hope we will make our point unmistakably clear by taming this one!”

“I could carry her for a while” a softer male voice strange to her ears volunteered.

The familiar laughter of the tall man rang out into the cold night.

“Oh, you will get your turn my friend, don’t worry. In fact, once she has been tamed and presented you may as well keep her if you wish. It is high time you get a pet of your own.”

A pet? How do these … these men dare insult a woman as such? Just what are they talking about?

She moaned her frustration into the rough gag that had been stuffed into the mouth, earning another stinging blow on her backside.

“I think she likes the idea,” her captor’s voice rang out again as he unceremoniously dumped her on what could only be the back of a horse and rode away with his newest trophy into the dark night.

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Ebele watched the procession of knights, lords, and lordlings as they came through the door as she had done many times before. It was again the middle of the month, and yet again, the king was treating many of those in his court to a trip to “Madam Belle’s”. In the purple lighting of the lobby, she could see already that this group was even larger than the king’s previous.

Sitting on her stool, she unconsciously traced the outline of the quite-transparent fabric draping over her ebony skin. She’d found that the stool was a great vantage point with which to scan the men as they entered. With her complexion giving away her origins from the Sunlands, she often attracted clientele with a taste for the “exotic”; she’d learned early how to pick out those sorts of men. Well into her 20’s, she’d spent years perfecting her methods.

In the Sunlands, her work was considered honorable, and girls like her were treated with reverence. As girls became women – and if they especially enjoyed their profession – they could obtain positions of true influence.

Here, in these lands, though….she had to be careful. Luckily, this crowd had no exotic inclinations – and for that, she was rather grateful. She had heard horror stories from the other girls about some of the king’s more fearsome knights. Being associated so closely with the king brought impunity in certain matters that there should be no impunity for…

Not an issue for her, thankfully. With the knights safely partnered with other girls, Ebele could more easily find a partner whom she wanted – one who would make for an enjoyable time.

Ebele watched the procession finish filtering in. Like clockwork, no sooner had the procession finished, the king addressed his court in his signature booming voice, bought a round of mead for his entire court, gathered many of the girls nearest him, and proceeded off to the aptly-named “King’s Room.” Only after the king whisked away with many girls in tow did the true debauchery start.

Scanning the room, she saw the ironically-named Lord Rephrain sitting on a nearby couch dawdling a topless Olivia. His girth indicated that he had likely never refrained from a meal in his life, but he paid handsomely – and he was kind. Nearby, Madelyn was atop a stage seductively peeling off articles of clothing while a few rugged-looking men cheered her on. Madelyn seemed to have a gift for seductive dancing that Ebele did not – and it showed. She’d already collected an admirable pile of coins beside her.

Scanning the room further, she found the bar. A lone man was sitting at it drinking from his mead. Paying no attention to the debauchery around him, he was slumped over his drink. Even from here, Ebele could tell that the man was deep in his forlorn thoughts. Intrigued, she decided to hop off her stool and introduce herself.

As she approached, she could clearly see that the plain green tunic on the man gave him away as none other than Lord Belwyr – “The Deadsword”. Legend had it that his nickname had been ironically given to him by older pages and squires when he began his martial training as a youth. He had apparently been such a pitiful swordsman that the squires were making cruel bets on how many battles the boy would survive. But the boy proved to have a gift for battle. Indeed, he’d survived many battles that more-skilled swordsmen had not. Those who voiced his nickname now did so in a much different tone.

As she approached him, she hopped on to the stool adjacent to Lord Belwyr and smiled. “Hello, handsome! I’m Ebele.” He *was* handsome, in truth. Very handsome. She studied his features as he turned to face her. Likely around 40, he’d shaved his balding head to the skin. He was the sort of man on whom a full head of hair would have seemed out of place – his shaved head made him look more fierce. And without hair, his prominent cheekbones popped out more; his stubbled square jaw was more apparent. But his eyes…his green eyes twinkled with a deep intelligence, a deeper kindness…and an even deeper sadness.

Reaching out and grabbing her hand in the customary way, he introduced himself simply: “I’m Charles.”

“Lovely to meet you Charles – ‘Deadsword’ Charles.” Her tone was both playful and flirty.

“Heh,” came his wry chuckle in response as he let her hand slip from his. “No one’s called me that to my face in some time. You know, Ebele, you’re…stunningly beautiful. Too beautiful for this place.” As he said “this” he motioned around the lobby with no small amount of disdain.

“You don’t like this place?” she asked, playfully mimicking his own gestures as she said “this.”

“Don’t get me wrong – I appreciate a woman’s beauty as much if not more than the next man. I’ve known women even when….” Pausing mid-sentence as if recovering from some shocking revelation, he continued “…even when I was with Claire. But these places…they’re full of women with no other options.”

“In your country, these places are not considered çeşme escort good?”

Lord Belwyr took a swig of his mead before replying. “Heh, you’re a very smart girl. I see it in your eyes. You know how this country perceives these sorts of places.”

“In my country, these places are considered holy, and the girls who work in them are treated with reverence. The girls who are very popular with the clients – and who grow into popular woman – earn titles and royalty. It is all about perspective, I think.”

“Awww, yes. A custom many of my countrymen would find strange, I think. And yet they patronize these places all the same.”

Shifting the tone of his voice, he continued “And your accent is quite subtle – you’ve been away from the Sunlands for some time. You’re something of a fellow countryman, yourself.”

The more The Deadsword conversed with her, the more his sadness seemed to melt away to be replaced by a confident curiosity. Ebele began to feel a flutter in her – she was intensely attracted to this man.

She leaned in closer to him – close enough to smell the subtle aroma of horse and sweat emanating from his riding clothes. “Why don’t you come to my chambers with me – I want to talk more in private…”

Again, he gave her a wry smile before tilting his gaze down and responding: “Girl, I’m old enough to be your father…I must confess that this old man would rather not sully you.”

Ebele leaned in and placed both of her hands over his free hand. “A man such as yourself? Sullying? No my lord…I would be honored. You’re a beautiful man. In the Sunlands, even the priestesses would fight over you.”

Again, The Deadsword seemed amused by the thought. And with a kind smile, he seemed to give in. Somewhat.

“Ebele. You’re a bright girl…I just need someone to talk to. Nothing more. I lost… Claire a year ago, and I just recently married my daughters off. I need feminine company – but not in *that* way.” Holding his hand and staring into his eyes as he said it, she could see an endearing vulnerability wash over the grizzled warrior. She said nothing, but squeezed his hand in support. It seemed to wake him from his thoughts, and his tone turned more playful.

“But I also need a bath, too. It seems that you’re also quite brave – I know that I must smell of the poor beasts who brought me here.”

“My lord, most of the men that come in here smell of worse things, I assure you.”

Lord Belwyr’s glance seemed to instinctively shoot over to where Lord Rephrain had his hand up Olivia’s dress. With a knowing, wry smile, he signaled to Lord Rephrain and asked “Like him?” with only his eyes. A sense of humor too…Lord Belwyr was a fearsomely attractive man.

Wordlessly, she grabbed his hand in hers and signaled for him to follow. The Deadsword rose from his stool without resistance, and so Ebele took it as a sign of approval. With Lord Belwyr in tow, she flitted through a dreamlike sequence of curtains, hallways, and furniture where more often than not lovemaking could be heard – if not seen.

Arriving at the door to her chambers, she twisted the doorknob and pushed it open to reveal it’s familiar sights. Silk drapes clung to and fro while a colored window let in rays of purple light. In the Sunlands, only priestesses themselves had more luxurious chambers.

Entering the room and closing the door behind him, Lord Belwyr was clearly impressed as he scanned around the room. “A lovely room, Ebele. Unlike me, it smells of lilac.”

She gave a throaty, hearty laugh in response before teasing him. “Well that is why I must make sure you have a bath! I cannot let you ruin my chambers!”

Walking over to the bathtub adjacent to her window, she gave the knob of the faucet a few quick turns. Before long, a jet of steaming water rushed out and into the tub.

Lord Belwyr’s eyes immediately fixated on the steam rising from the tub. “Geothermal water – in this place? Quite luxurious, I must say.” The Deadsword’s tone was part derision, part genuine astonishment.

“Yes, my lord. Warm water to wash away all of our worries. Now let’s get you in the bath…” She made sure that the tone in her voice was sultry if not too seductive. The Deadsword had made it rather clear thus far about his intentions.

Before walking over to the tub, The Deadsword removed his muddied riding boots and placed them on a rack next to the door. As he did, she admired his manliness. He had a combination of ruggedness, kindness, and intellect that she she found very sexy.

Bootless, Lord Belwyr padded over to the bathtub. When Belwyr came within arm’s reach, Ebele wordlessly began to unlace the strings of his plain, green, tunic. Unfastening each string slowly – seductively – she noted that his eyes were scanning her over. For the first time, he seemed to notice the sheer blue fabric draping over her ebony skin. And when his eyes fixated on her even-darker nipples…she başakşehir escort felt an undeniable flutter.

“Forgive me my lady…but you are a stunningly beautiful woman.” As he said it, his eyes seemed transfixed on her bare collarbone. For a moment, she imagined how it would feel if he gently pecked her collarbone with his lips.

“Nothing to forgive my lord…you are quite kind.” In truth, he seemed genuinely kind. While she enjoyed her time with many of the men who came through here, few made her feel so good as this man whom she was undressing.

Grabbing the bottom of his tunic, she gave a slight tug up to indicate that the tunic was ready to be removed. In unspoken coordination, Lord Belwyr lifted his arms, and Ebele slipped the tunic off.

Stepping back to look at her prize, Ebele noted immediately that even in middle age, the man was in phenomenal shape. Unlike many of the men who frequented this place, The Deadsword’s body looked as strong as any youth’s – it was clearly a body forged by a lifetime of martial training. But then Ebele noticed the plentiful scars crisscrossing his strong frame, and she could see what a lifetime of training had cost him. A moment later, Ebele realized that her hand had unwittingly begun to trace over Lord Belwyr’s scarred, muscular frame.

“Yes. Many scars.”

“They’re so sexy….” In truth, Ebele hadn’t seen half this many scars on even the most fearsomely-reputed knights that frequented this place. Ebele found the scars strangely arousing.

“I have…seen many good men fall. I’ve cut many down myself – that’s where most of my scars come from. I wish the world was different, but it is the world that we have.” Again, an undeniable sadness crept into his voice.

Tracing evermore of his scars, Ebele’s hand came to a scar that must’ve come from a devastating wound. At the bottom of the ribs on his right side, a large, shiny, pink region of flesh hinted at a grievous injury. Again, her fingers traced it over. This time, though, Ebele felt more sympathy than arousal.

“Awww yes, you found *it*.” The Deadsword’s tone indicated that among innumerable scars, this one stood out foremost in his mind.

Continuing to trace her hands over his many scars, she asked “Why don’t you hop in the tub and tell me about it while I scrub you clean?”

Before he could respond, she began to deftly unlace his pants. He studied her until his laces were undone and his pants had fallen to his ankles. With his legs free, he said nothing. Silently, he kicked his ankles out of his pants resting on the floor and stood in all of his naked glory adjacent the tub. With his legs freed from his pants, she stepped back to again admire her prize. Ebele was disappointed to find that he was not erect – but she *was* pleasantly surprised by the size of his manhood. Had the man frequented the brothel, he would have earned a few more nicknames besides The Deadsword. She found herself anticipating how his girth would fill her; how her eyes would roll back at the feel of it stretching her out. Hopefully she could seduce him soon, but if not…she did enjoy his company.

Scanning him over as he stood naked, she even found that Lord Belwyr was just the right level of hairy. His muscular chest was covered in tasteful levels of hair; his pubic hair was trimmed – an unusual habit among clientele. Where Ebele had once felt a flutter, she now felt a tingle between her legs.

Wordlessly, The Deadsword lifted one leg and then another into the bathtub before easing into it with a prolonged sigh. Ebele again found herself disappointed that his considerable manhood wasn’t eager for her; she’d noted that it carelessly swung back and forth as he stepped into the tub.

“It’s very hot…almost too hot. But thank you for this, my lady.” Having eased all the way into the tub, he let his arms hang over the edge of the tub. Even in the tub, she found that he exuded an effortless, sad, dignity.

“My pleasure my lord…now tell me more about ‘the wound’.”

As Lord Belwyr started into his story, Ebele grabbed a nearby sponge and began to scrub his arms slumped over the sides of the tub.

“Yes…well. It’s quite a famous tale. I’m sure you’ve heard it. Much of what you heard is likely exaggerations, though.” Ebele nodded, acknowledging that she was familiar with the story. Everyone had heard about The Deadsword’s exploits in the Wolfwood, after all.

“You see…they don’t call it the ‘Wolfwood’ for any beasts that live there. In times of rarity, the local peasants know that the forest can help sustain them. And in times of devastating scarcity…well…they know that it makes for a great place to ambush nobles to take what they need.”

“Uh huh…” She was listening intently as she scrubbed him, but she was also taking admiring glances at his muscular body just beneath the surface of the shimmering water. He didn’t seem to notice – küçükçekmece escort his stare indicated that he was reliving his story.

“Well, on this day, the King saw no reason not to take a shortcut through the Wolfwood. He simply *had* to get home at his earliest convenience. Riding beside him, he asked my thoughts on the matter. I urged him not to. The peasants were starving; food had become scarce. Even their children were starving after a brutal winter. But he was stubborn.”

Listening to him as she did, Ebele dunked the sponge in her hand under the water with an audible splash and squeezed. With it full of water, she hovered it over him and gave it a gentle, constant squeeze and watched the resulting stream of water part over his muscular, scarred chest.

“Almost as soon as we entered the forest, we were set upon. Peasants who’d turned to banditry to survive. One was so skilled with the bow that he had somehow managed to fire off three arrows before any of us knew we were under attack. Each one went through an eye slit of a fellow knight. It could have been me, but luck was on my side. When I’d realized what happened to my colleagues, I kicked at my horse. With a shout I lowered my visor, grabbed the shield slung across my back with one hand, unsheathed my sword with the other…. and charged into glorious battle certain I would take an arrow through an eye. God help me, but the adrenaline of it all was like nothing I’d ever felt…”

Ebele began to use the sponge in her hand to scrub Lord Belwyr’s shoulders. His perpetually-tense shoulders seemingly relaxed as she in turn drenched them in sponge water and scrubbed them gently.

“…Another arrow, and my horse fell out under me. Somehow – somehow! – I stayed on my feet. The king *still* remarks about that impossible feat. Time lost all meaning; conscious only of the master archer continuing to drop my fellow knights, I lifted my shield up and began to carve a path through bandits to get to him.”

As he got deeper into the story, The Deadsword’s brow furrowed and the look in his eyes transformed into something deadly. It was a look that both scared her and turned her on like nothing she knew possible.

“Focusing only on the master archer in front of me, I could see only death in the peripheries of my eye slits. I could see that my colleagues continued to fall to the ground with arrows protruding from them. I thought nothing of it – I was focused only on that bastard with the deadly aim. I continued forward, shield up, intent only on the prize. I killed every man who got in my way – or so I thought. I did not see it coming. One of the bastards I had just cut down came running back at me. I didn’t see him until the spear had already split my chain mail and lodged between my ribs. Truthfully, I barely felt it I was so full of adrenaline. Instinctively, I turned my hips and did a backslash with such fury that the man’s head seemingly exploded. I hadn’t even realized that he was there until I saw my blade kill him.”

By now, The Deadsword’s cheeks were blushed; his eyes were full of vivid memories. With his shoulders and arms clean, she began to drizzle sponge water over his head.

“I dropped my shield – I had to. I couldn’t pull the spear protruding from me with my sword-hand. No sooner had I placed my hand on the wooden shaft of the spear than I felt something in my shoulder. And then something else in pelvis. I paid the strange feelings no mind. Instead, I pulled the spear from me. But then another sensation in my arm. With the spear removed, I looked to see three arrows protruding from my body. I knew that the bastard thought he was the predator – he was waiting for me to lift my head so he could land an arrow through my eye slit. I gave him no such opportunity. From the bloody forest floor, I grabbed my shield and raised it shoulder-level. *Then* I looked up. As soon as I did, an arrow bounced off of the top of my shield just near my eyes. I had never felt such anger before; such a murderous rage.”

Lord Belwyr’s brow furrowed evermore throughout his story. His look indicated he was somewhere else, living a different life. Now, more than ever, Ebele felt intensely attracted to him. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him; to feel his passionate embrace in response. For a moment, she considered reaching her hand into the tub and grabbing his manhood in her hand.

“As I walked purposefully towards the bastard firing arrows, another fool charged me. Yet another fool who would feed the forest floor with his blood. When I had cut that man down – the last – the archer knew his fate. I could see it in his eyes. To his credit, the bastard fought to the end. Like a goddamn hero. As I approached, he unfastened the sling across his back, grabbed his sword in both hands, and charged me. I parried his unskilled blow and ended him with a riposte that the king tells me was the most graceful he’d ever seen. The moment was bittersweet like nothing I can explain. With him vanquished, all I could see were the bodies of half-starved peasants littering the forest floor beside my closest friends.”

With a frenzied, feverish look in his eyes, his burning glance turned to meet hers. “God help me. It was both the thing I’m most proud of and the thing I’m most ashamed of. It was both my finest hour, and my darkest.”

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