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Note from the author:

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

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

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

Either way, I hope you enjoy.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sachi chuckled, typing back with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sachi was grateful for the familiar banter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a brief pause before Himawari replied.

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

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

**Sachi:** Sure thing.

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

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

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

**Himawari:** Bye, Sachi! 🤗

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

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

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

[February 2nd, 2543]

Miss Sachiko Nakamura

1212, Naoshima-cho, Kagawa-gun

Naoshima, Kagawa Prefecture

761-3110

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

Dear Miss Nakamura,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sincerely,

Hiroshi Sato

Director of Talent Recognition And New Candidate Engagement

Fujiwara Corporation

Tokyo, Japan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4: Finally, to the Outside World!

Final score: Orc 1, Sofia 24.❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, fuck, I’m a terrible lover.❤︎

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

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

“… I was thinking… grocer’s…”

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

“… don’t… make something?”

“… with it! I can…”

“… distinctly… dark matter…”

“… dark matter?! It… POTATO SALAD!”

……… What the fuck are they talking about?

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

This deep in a forest?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s–! Ngah, shut up!”

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

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

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

“Hey! Don’t change the topic!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It happens in an instant.

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

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

Did she just jump so hard the ground erupted…?

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

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

CLAAAAAAANGGGG!!!!

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

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

What was that? What had just happened?!

I… I’m asking the same questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did… Did she just kill him…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Eleven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s not that bad, boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much slower?”

“Another day? Maybe two?”

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

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

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

“Game on, oh Cap’n my Captain!”

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

“As who goes, Captain?”

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

“Gotcha!” she giggled.

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

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

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

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

Relaxing was the mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aren’t they always?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where at?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was a flyer and a pipe dream.

“Well, I–“

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

“Er, what?”

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

“If–“

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

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

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

“It’s something like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“…Are you serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of ship am I running?”

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

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

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İşimiz bitti açtı kapıyı gönderdi beni hiç konuşmadık varya vay Nurhan ablam be sen neymişsin tadın damağımda kaldı şimdi gel gel yaptığında hemen gidiveriyorum yanına her defasında farklı pozisyonlar ama hala konuşmadık hiç biliyormusunuz,sadece sevişiyoruz….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dragon, not crocodile,” Eveline confirmed.

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

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

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

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

Garnet grinned, “How kinky?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His family sounds kinda scary,” Garnet said,

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

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

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

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

“Any more questions?” Eveline asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d love that,” Eveline answered.

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

“Really?” Eveline asked in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Carly asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened to Leon?” Sarah asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sounds cruel,” Sarah remarked.

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Carly asked.

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

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Hello,

I am so delighted to meet you. My name is Griffin.

I am a Pleasure GELF. A Genetically Engineered Life Form built specifically for your enjoyment and companionship. I eagerly anticipate getting to know you and learning how to serve you better. I have taken my current form based on the outward perceptions of what you find attractive in a partner or friend. I can change my appearance to best suit your current needs or desires.

Naturally, sexual satisfaction is a large part of the reason I exist. Rest assured, I will be willing and able to provide for your needs in any way. My creators and I ask that our activities not inflict any damage or serious pain upon me, inhibiting my ability to perform and care for you in the future.

My anatomy can take on any form favorable to you and will function as your desires dictate. Even though I am “anatomically correct,” I cannot reproduce or become infected with human diseases. My only requirements are food and water, but I require significantly less than my human counterparts.

If you have any questions about how I function or the nature of what I am, please ask. I look forward to getting to know you and meeting and exceeding expectations.

Your very eager pleasure GELF,

Griffin

ERIN

He stood there with a happy little smile plastered across his gentle face. I was terrified. A man in a Maytag-looking uniform had knocked on my door, handed me a letter, tipped his hat and walked away, leaving this guy standing on my front porch. I glanced down at the sheet of paper in my hand, barely suppressing a gasp while skimming the page. My Aunt had been joking about finding me a boyfriend if I didn’t start dating again soon. I brushed it off as sarcasm or heckling by my playful Aunt Sarah.

A bird chirped loudly in the oak tree in the yard, bringing me back to reality. I was deeply annoyed, ushering the man, machine, or whatever he was into my house. He stood quietly in the entryway as I closed the door behind us.

“So, what am I supposed to do with you?!” I asked, throwing up my hands.

The dopey grin slowly faded from his face before he answered, “I’m sorry; have I done something wrong?”

“Well, no,” I almost stammered, his voice taking me by surprise. It was soft and deep, like distant thunder. That is not what I expected from a GELF. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t that. “I’m just a little nervous about all of this. I didn’t know you were coming. Aunt Sarah is always full of surprises.”

“I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable,” he replied, a little bit of the smirk growing back across his face and a little sparkle in his crystal blue eyes. “My name is Griffin. It’s so nice to meet you, Erin.”

He reached for me, and I hesitantly shook his hand. He returned the greeting very gently before letting go. “So, what am I supposed to do with you? Aunt Sarah clicks “add to cart” and sends you over without so much as a howdy-do? Oh gods, am I supposed to jump your bones in the hallway here? This is nuts…” my voice threatened to run away from me.

His smile widened, and he politely cleared his throat. “Erin, if I may, deep breath. It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything. I can be anything you want. If you want a butler, I’m a butler. If you want a pet, I’m a pet. If you want a friend, I’m a…”

“I get it I get it, sorry. This is a lot to take in all at once. Do I have to get a second job to feed you? Take you to the doctor when you get sick? Oh my gods…” I stopped myself as anxiety crept up my throat. I walked over and collapsed onto my usual spot on the deep sofa in the living room and gestured for him to sit in the chair next to it.

After he sat, he tilted his head up slightly like he wanted to say something, and I answered with a “let’s have it” gesture.

“At the risk of sounding rude, it’s not that serious. I know you were ambushed with this, but the letter that came with me covers most of it. I don’t get sick the way humans do and I don’t eat much. I came with a bank account for expenses. I’m only a few days old, so I don’t know much. From what I understand, your Aunt sent me with a good deal of money,” he reassured me. “I’m here to make your life better, not worse.”

He smiled at me again, as I let his words sink in. Aunt Sarah is loaded, plain and simple, and the more this bounced around in my head, the more I realized she wouldn’t send me a burden. With a little hesitation, I asked, “Griffin, how much money did she send with you?”

He closed his eyes, and his face went blank for an instant before he opened them and continued, “My account balance right now is $250,000. I don’t know how much that is.”

“Uhh, that’s a lot. That’s around the price of a house around here,” I sputtered, heat rising into my cheeks. This guy showed up loaded, huh? Good Ol’ Aunt Sarah. Maybe this won’t be all bad. He is kinda cute. “Okay… we don’t have to worry about grocery merter escort bills. I won’t lie; this is so weird I don’t know how to process it. I only heard about GELFs in an article on The Verge last week. I’m sure I’ve never seen one of you before. What exactly are you?” I asked, my eyes tracing over his body.

“I’m a pleasure GELF. That stands for Genetically Engineered Life form. Essentially, I am a vat-grown humanoid creature designed to mirror whatever you want most in a companion. That could be anything from a housemate to hired help, a lover, or anything in between. My current physical form is based on information derived from a personality profile given to Genetic Odysseys by your Aunt,” Griffin explained.

“So my Aunt assumed I like bearded gentle giant types. I mean, doesn’t everyone?” I said.

He chuckled softly, “I’m glad my current form works for you. My creators told me sometimes these first meetings can be a little… tough.”

“I can see why. Don’t get me wrong, this is strange, but we’ll be okay,” I reassure him. He seems nice, and yeah, this is fucking weird. However, the house has been feeling really empty lately, and it’s not like I can kick him out, right? “I was getting ready to run errands, and I’m not gonna leave you here while I do it. No offense. Do you have any luggage or anything?” I asked.

“Nope, I came here with what I’m wearing and a change of underwear in my back pocket,” he answered with a sheepish bow.

“Shopping trip! We can get you some clothes. I’ll show you to your room, and then we can go.” I stood and motioned for Griffin to follow me.

GRIFFIN

I was so nervous to meet Erin. On the way over, the driver told me my owner might not want me. I don’t know what happens when one of my kind gets rejected, although I can’t imagine it would be good. She was really freaked out when I arrived, but in a few minutes, it seemed she was warming to me.

I followed her down the hall and stopped when she opened the door to my room. I took a step inside and looked around to take in the small room. Against the far wall, under a big picture window, was a queen-sized bed. I took a seat on it and enjoyed the gentle give of the plush mattress as I sank into it slightly before it settled under me. There was a nightstand with a lamp and a round disk plugged into the wall. For some reason, I knew it was a phone charger. The dresser was next to the door, and a closet was in the wall across from the foot of the bed.

“I love it! Thank you so much for letting me stay. I was worried for a second,” I told her honestly, looking up at her.

“What were you worried about?” She gently asked with concern clouding her face. “That I would kick you out or something?”

“The driver told me it happens sometimes,” I answered.

“I’m still pretty unnerved by all this, but I’m certainly not returning you,” she assured. “Anyway, I’m sorry the room is a little blah. This was my housemate’s before she moved out, and she took all her decorations with her.”

“Oh, not at all, it’s great! I’m just excited to be here.” I replied before I stood up from the bed. “When we go out for errands, can we get some groceries? I want to cook dinner for you tonight.”

“Trying to spoil me, huh?” Erin asked, her brown eyes sparkling. “Yeah, that sounds good. What can you cook?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I can, though. They gave us knowledge at emergence, and it’s something I think I know how to do. It’s strange, like I don’t know what I know,” I explained.

Erin turned to walk out of the room, and I went with her. Pausing to pull the pair of trunk-style underwear from my back pocket, I set them in the top drawer of the dresser. She looked over her shoulder as we headed down the hall, asking, “I hope this isn’t a rude question, but how old are you?”

“That’s not rude at all. I’m about three days old. In physical terms, I’m about 25, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. You’re three days old with the body of a 25-year-old. Do you age?” Erin’s voice held a hint of sarcasm.

“Strictly speaking, no. I can and will change over time to suit your tastes. If you would like me to appear older, I will. If you pay close attention over the next few days, I will change more to your liking.”

“I don’t know, you’re already pretty cute,” Erin told me, taking her purse from the hook by the door.

Creator, she said I’m cute! We walked to the car, and I blushed, hoping she didn’t notice.

ERIN

Opening the door to my black Jeep Grand Cherokee, I climbed in and watched Griffin walk around the front of the car. Despite the weirdness of the whole situation, he was handsome. He was taller than me and muscular; his gray t-shirt strained against his chest, arms, and shoulders. He looked strong enough to scoop me up in his arms and… it was probably best not to go down that bağcılar escort rabbit hole.

He stepped up and got comfortable in the leather passenger seat, looked over and offered me a warm smile. He buckled his seat belt when I started the car. I backed out of the driveway into the street, cleared my throat and asked, “So what do you need? Clothes? Toiletries? A phone?”

“Definitely clothes. I don’t need a phone,” he answered sheepishly before going on. “You’re the only person I know.”

“You’ll probably want to call me at some point, so we’ll have to get you one. Plus, it’s nice to be able to look stuff up. You know, get the news and weather. Check your bank account, all that,” I suggested.

“I can do some of that in my head. I can see my account balance and check the weather. If I want to talk to you, then I should get one.”

“Okay, we can do that,” I answered.

We passed the rest of our ride into Spokane in silence, yet it was weirdly not an awkward silence. It should have been because I didn’t know this guy. Something about his presence was comforting, regardless of how bizarre this all was. It was so easy.

I turned into the shopping center and parked in front of the H strangely, he did. In the store, we went through the aisles and grabbed a few things here and there from the racks before heading to the fitting rooms to try them on. The attendant ran through what we had and ushered us to a room before telling me with a wink I could go in with him. I rolled my eyes as we went inside the medium-sized cubicle.

The moment the door shut behind me, he tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his broad, muscular back. I must have let out a little gasp because he turned around and immediately blushed before pulling it back on. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You can wait outside if you want,” he bashfully apologized.

“No, no. It’s okay. I was just a little surprised, that’s all. If we’re going to be living together, I’m going to see you eventually. Go ahead,” I answered awkwardly. Geez, Erin, get it together. What is with you?

I’ve never seen anyone undress politely, but he managed to do it. I definitely stole a couple of looks while flipping through the clothes I had picked for him. Aunt Sarah sure can pick ’em. His shoulders are broad and strong, running into a wide, muscular chest. His abs are a real treat, not chiseled and hard yet still defined. His waist nips in before his body flairs out into powerful thighs. I’ll snap back to reality when he says my name.

“Erin? What do you think?” He asked, turning in front of the mirror.

I looked him up and down in the gray Henley and jeans before I nodded, “Looks good, kind of a cozy guy look. I like it. What’s next?”

He tried on five or six different outfits for the next fifteen minutes before deciding on a good mix. He stood facing away from me in his underwear, and I realized it was the one piece of clothing I didn’t get for him. I leaned forward and pulled his waistband away from his lean body to check the size on the tag. Oh, my gods! What is wrong with me?! I just did that?! Way to let the intrusive thoughts win, Erin.

“Is everything okay?” Griffin asked, looking back over his shoulder.

“Oh…yeah, sorry. I realized we have to get you some underwear, and I didn’t know the size,” I replied with embarrassment.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll need that.” Griffin turned and dressed without a care in the world.

After finishing in the fitting room, we walked through the store toward the register, stopping for underwear in various styles and colors and a couple of packs of socks.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so it’s best to have options,” I told Griffin during our wait in line for the register.

With the clothes shopping done, we headed to the local Herizon location for a cell phone. With the new smartphone in hand, Griffin familiarized himself with it during our drive to the grocery store. I noticed he learned quickly but seemed to lose interest in the device rather than treat it like a fidget toy the way most people did.

At the grocery store, we perused the aisles for several minutes before Griffin asked, “What do you like?”

“What can you cook?” I reply coyly.

“It seems like I can work with everything I’ve seen. So it depends on what you want,” he answered with a shrug.

“I love Italian food. A good steak is never wrong. Honestly, I rarely eat a nice meal. Usually, it’s whatever I prepped on Sunday night. I’m sure whatever you make will be great,” I replied.

Griffin responded with a short “hmm” and went through the store, filling our basket with a pair of steaks, half a dozen eggs, some pancetta, pecorino, parmesan, and two large broccoli heads. I picked out a few bottles of wine for the week before we paid and got back in the car.

Back home, we unloaded my Jeep as the autumn evening chill crept güngören escort over the neighborhood. Making our way up the walk with the day’s purchases, I lightly shivered. Griffin took his clothes to his room, and I put the groceries away, still shivering. I heard Griffin walk back into the kitchen. “There you are!” I said, “Do you want red or white wi— hey, what are you doing?!” I was cut off mid-sentence by the big GELF wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest.

“You’re cold. I can hear the chill in your voice. If you don’t get warmed, you could get sick,” he softly chided me.

“Well, you can’t just grab—” my voice trailed off when I realized how soft he was. His touch was gentle, and despite being a surprise, the hug was respectful and non-threatening. I took a deep breath and eased myself out of his arms. He smelled like spices and pine smoke with something sweet I couldn’t quite place.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, letting me go, “I don’t mean to overstep. You seemed…”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting it,” I smiled before going on. “Do you prefer red or white wine for dinner?”

“I don’t know. It’s supposed to be red for beef, right?” He asked with a tilt of his head. I nodded and uncorked a Malbec we had bought earlier.

Griffin worked in the kitchen, salting the steaks and allowing them to sit out and come to room temperature while he prepped the rest of the meal. “Erin, why don’t you rest in the living room? I’ll let you know when dinner is ready. Oh, I almost forgot; do you have a favorite cocktail?” He asked with a mischievous smile. Was he flirting with me?

“Probably a dirty martini,” I answered with a curious look.

He nodded in reply as I walked into the living room and settled into my usual spot on the couch. I heard the telltale sounds of a drink being made through the little window into the kitchen. Is he making me a drink?

In minutes, he was in front of me, offering a chilled dirty martini.

“Just thought you might like one. It’s been a big day for you,” he said, setting the drink on the coffee table and retreating to the kitchen. I took a sip and was shocked by how good it was. This had to be the best martini I have ever had.

GRIFFIN

I had a pot of water boiling for the pasta and several eggs waiting to go in when it was time. I hoped I wasn’t overdoing it, but steak and carbonara sounded perfect. With the carbonara thickening, I put the broccoli in the steamer and the steaks in the skillet. The meat rested at an ideal medium rare within a few minutes, and the wine breathed in the glasses.

When the broccoli came out of the steamer, everything was plated and ready to go.

“Erin, dinner is ready!” I called loud enough for her to hear in the other room.

I entered the dining room and was happy to see her already at the table with a pretty smile on her kind face. I set the plate in front of her and was surprised to see her warm brown eyes sparkling at me. That has to be my imagination.

“This is amazing!” She said, around a fork full of pasta.

“Thank you! I didn’t know I could do that so well,” I answered, beaming proudly. It made me happy I could cook things she loved.

We spent the rest of the meal making small talk. She was a “software engineer” who wrote computer programs with a team of people she managed. It sounded like hard work. She seemed so passionate about her job. I know I have a computer in my brain, but I have no idea how it works. It was almost intoxicating watching her run through the ins and outs of these little bits and pieces of her life.

We talked a little about our day together. With me being here only a few hours, it was still too fresh and odd for her to be entirely open about her life. I hoped she liked me because I sure liked her. For her to be this kind and welcoming to me when I was literally dropped on her doorstep with no warning was nothing short of heartwarming.

When dinner was finished and the dishes were in the dishwasher, we sat on the couch with a glass of wine each.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked. Her face was flushed; I wondered if that was from the wine.

“Sure, I’ve never seen one,” I cheerfully replied, getting comfortable.

Before starting the movie, we changed clothes. I wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a light blue tank top, and she wore a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt.

Erin put on the movie “Easy A,” one of her favorites. We watched it quietly, chatting occasionally as we continued to know each other. I was happy to see her opening her up as she seemed to relax. I noticed her body language was more open, warmer, and almost affectionate as the evening went on. I got up to pour us another glass of wine and was surprised to see her under a blanket in the middle of the couch when I returned.

ERIN

Okay, this guy is cute. This whole situation is weird as fuck, but gods is he cute! And holy shit, can he cook! I haven’t had carbonara like that since that summer abroad in college. I don’t know if it’s the wine or what, but I keep catching myself checking him out and telling myself to snap out of it. He isn’t human; this is too weird. Yet, he looks and acts human enough. Maybe even better than human.

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Galaxy stopover.

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

Please enjoy.

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

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

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

However, no man had ever touched either of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jean slowly stirs to waking, finding herself in completely unfamiliar circumstances. Soft, silken sheets drape her now soft and sumptuous form. The room in which she finds herself is softly, sensually lit. Everything feels completely off. Not wrong, like she would expect waking up in a newly female body to feel, but certainly not what the way she expects to feel when first waking up. Her pussy tingles, her flaccid dick glides against the smooth sheets. Every movement seems to reverberate in strange, foreign ways to her. Notably, in her ass, thighs, and breasts.

Tingling pangs of desire tinged Jean’s sleep-addled mind. She tried to open her eyes, to lift a hand and stroke her face, to force herself to awareness. What happened? She swallowed, seeking to speak, to ask anything of her situation. When her murmuring voice comes out entirely differently than she expects, it all hits at once. The soft ambience of the room and the newfound sensations only seem to further hammer home what she knew, but didn’t want to admit.

This is her home now, this is her body now. She’s a debt slave, sent to this planet to work off the enormous debts of her previous self. This room must be hers, either her personal room and/or the one she will be expected to service clients within. Finally sitting up and looking around, she calls out, “Hello? Is anyone here? I’d like to talk to my owners and get an idea of what my indentureship is going to look like.”

The room has deep red silk draped across the far wall, with an opaque lacy curtain that separates the room from a small enclosed washroom. Another curtain separates it from an open lounge-like setup and front door. Adjacent to the lounge area is a sliding glass door that leads out onto a lush balcony overlooking the mass of lights from the station’s nearby quadrant as well as the two distinct towers of a resort.

Suddenly, the curtain blocking the front door pulls aside as a futanari woman struts into the bedroom portion of the apartment. Dark purple hair frames the woman’s too-pale face. Black latex clings to the woman’s skin like the underlayer of a vac-suit, but the wet-look material accentuates her every curve and bulge, including the very large one stuffed down one pant leg. Upon seeing Jean, the purple-haired futanari’s face is suddenly locked in a confident smile that does not warm her cold green eyes. “So, our newest little project is finally awake after her modification. I hear that dear old Nijue took a bit of a liking to you…” Her cold eyes flash with amusement and something Jean can’t quite detect at the mention of Nijue. “She does good work despite her tastes, which is why we’ve kept her on retainer for as long as we have.”

The unfamiliar woman stalks across the room until she reaches the foot of the bed. “Now then,” She states, more softly now that she is close but still with an edge of command in her tone, “out of that bed. We need to see what we’re working with.”

Jean slowly rises from her bed. As the cool air of her room touches her previously warmed and tucked-in limbs, she feels exposed and completely lacking in any sort of control. The sensations ripple across the young futanari woman’s cock and pussy, both already aroused from the teasing wisp of a morning chill and memories of all that had occurred with Nijue before she came to. All the changes she had been through were fresh, new, and confusing. It didn’t help that this person seemed more than ready to test those waters for them.

The madame of the whorehouse steps back, giving herself space to fully take in Jean’s appearance. Without warning, both of her hands are suddenly cupping Jean’s breasts, palming the pert globes sticking out from her naked form. “You’ve been through quite the gamut of changes. Your choice for your Femme Fatale body was a good start, though I’m less than thrilled about the clit modification. Still, I’m willing to see if that has any real benefit. Plus, a pair of D’s makes it so much easier for me.”

“What’s wrong with the clit modifications?’ Jean asks nervously as the mistress continues to fondle her tits.

“The extra inside one…” The stranger’s voice teases and mocks, “…makes you the exact same as everyone else and there isn’t a modder worth their salt in the local quadrant who puts in extra clits for free. But whatever. I’m not about to start rocking the boat. At least the one on the underside of your cock is interesting.”

Before Jean can question this statement, or even get a word in, the woman pulls her mouth down to nipple level, first suckling and playing with it, and then scraping it with her teeth. Jean whimpers at the sensation, her cock bobbing and twitching as if it was connected to her teat. Without thinking, Jean reaches up to hold the woman into her chest. This earns her a cruel smirk and a nip at her areola. The stranger then digs her teeth in deeper, causing tears to well up in Jean’s eyes even as she moans from the torment. She squeezes the woman closer to try to focus on aksaray escort something other than the pain. This only makes her tormentor attack her other breast, repeating the exact same actions on Jean’s other tit.

Through her pain and pleasure, Jean wonders at how much the futanari woman would try to hurt her. Even if she wasn’t sure what she was expecting from her new life as a debt slave, this definitely did not make the list.

When the madame pulls back, she begins inspecting both of the smaller futanari’s teats. With one hand, she rubs and pinches the sore nubs, while the other digs into Jean’s fresh, new vagina. Jean cries out softly as sharp waves of mingled pain and ecstasy shudder through her entire being. Her penis continues to jump and jerk in response.

Despite her inexperience, Jean decided she needs to try and play into the persona her new form represents. “Finding what you’re looking for in there?” She attempts to tease sultrily. Her eyes bore into the madame’s smirking gaze as her pussy responds to the intrusion. Jean works to relax her muscles and ease herself onto the invading digits. An odd sensation slips through Jean’s skin that has her shuddering around the fingers in her cunt. She slowly and subtly works herself lower onto the fingers before working her way back off of them. She smirks down at the woman and licks her lips, trying to be as seductive as possible.

“I’m sure that you’ve got me good and lubricated at this point. Why don’t you go ahead and try out my pussy with that thick, juicy cock of yours?” Jean says with as much sultry sass as she can manage in this state.

The madame’s eyes widen as her attention focuses on Jean’s face rather than her lovely tits and freshly played with pussy. With a malicious smile, she comments, “My, someone has definitely become confident. Or is it that you just really want to please me? I’ve been told I’m an amazing fuck, even if I do prefer my cock over my own cunt. But a hot piece of ass like this….” the dark-haired woman pauses as she fingers Jean deeply, pressing up against the roof of Jean’s vagina. The madame’s fingers somehow manage to caress all three of Jean’s internal hot buttons: her clit, her g-spot, and her prostate.

“Of course, Mistress.” Jean says tauntingly, more confident now that the woman appears to be enjoying the play. “It’s my job to pleasure a woman such as yourself. How else could I possibly prove my capability?” Jean reaches up and fondles her own tits. “A gorgeous pair like these is only the beginning, and only so very little for you to sell me from. If I want the high-tier clients, I’ve got to earn them.”

Jean leans over and reaches down to the madame’s face, pulling her up so that their faces meet. “What better way to prove that I can fuck, than to fuck such a beautiful woman as yourself?” Jean finishes pulling her in and kisses the woman deeply. She feels the woman’s cock flex and begin to swell as their lips meet. Jean drops to her knees and unzips the dark-skinned woman’s pants, releasing the massive 13-inch shaft within. Jean had never seen anything like it, her own dick seeming miniscule in comparison. A long rivulet of precum leaks out of the tip as she slowly inches her face closer to it, before licking up the length to catch the next drop.

Sliding her left hand around the woman’s half-thickened shaft, Jean licks along the woman’s labia beneath her cock. Slowly, teasingly, tantalizingly, Jean works her way up and down the shaft. She works in a few flicks of her tongue at the woman’s clit when she’s at the beast’s base. Jean works hard to keep her actions unpredictable, a nip there, a kiss here, all of it something she would find herself enjoying but none of it consistent enough to actually progress much of anywhere. Eventually, she takes the head of the woman’s cock into her mouth. With a hum of pleasure, she swallows it down as far as she can take it. She wants to be able to lick the woman’s clit with the monstrous cock all the way down her throat. She doesn’t succeed, but that is less relevant than the sound of the other futanari’s panting.

Flicking her tongue across the base of the big cockhead, Jean moves her right hand up to grip it more tightly. Sliding her tongue back down the entire length of the woman’s cock, Jean reaches down below the massive shaft in her right hand.

As she starts to stroke the dick with her right hand, Jean opens up the woman’s lower lips with her left. Jean moans around the cock as she coats her hands with the madame’s eager secretions. Jean teases the woman with the possibilities of what more she could do. Every time the woman’s breath hitches, or her muscles tense up, Jean backs off from what she was doing. She focuses on the woman, on her pleasure, and on never letting her pleasure quite crest that orgasmic peak. Jean needs to impress this woman, and if she knows sex at all, then she knows that edging the woman until she loses control beyoğlu escort is her best bet. It was something that she had enjoyed as a man, both performing and receiving. But this? This was so much more than what she could do back then.

Every twitch of the woman’s cock in her mouth, every gasp and moan, every buck of her hips brought Jean just a little more joy. She could tell that the madame was enjoying this, but Jean was enjoying it more. She was unable to pleasure herself with her hands occupied, but that didn’t matter. She would work this woman into a puddle of orgasmic bliss, and then Jean could take her pleasure from the madame. Orgasm denial always was the best for bringing about even stronger and longer-lasting orgasms later.

Working herself back down the woman’s shaft, Jean finally works herself all the way to the base. As she holds the monstrous cock tightly within her throat, Jean uses the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive nubbin of flesh just between the madame’s slit and shaft. Feeling the powerful shock waves of pleasure threatening to overtake the woman, Jean changes tactics. Pulling the woman’s dick almost all the way out of her throat and back into her mouth, Jean sucks deeply at the tip.

As she pushes her hand away from her face and onto the woman’s pelvis, Jean reaches down with both hands. Wrapping one arm tightly around the base of the woman’s shaft, Jean clenches and milks the massive erection. With her other hand, Jean uses her fingers to dig into the tight entrance to the woman’s pussy.Jean quickly locates the madame’s g-spot and begins to rub it with her fingers while flicking her thumb across the woman’s clit.

Jean works everything at once, finding a rhythm that the madame can’t help but to buck her hips to. Jean tightens her focus, waiting for the exact moment that her victim’s muscles begin to contract in orgasm. The instant they do, she stops all manner of stimulation. She forces the madame to sit right at the edge of climax, only moving once again when she’s certain the woman won’t cum just yet. She does this again and again, refusing to bring the woman past the edge of her own volition.

If the madame wants to cum, she’s going to have to take it from Jean by force.

Instead, the woman shouts angrily, “Fuck it!” One hand immediately latches onto Jean’s hair, and the other holds her erect cock in place for Jean’s mouth. Without bothering to say another word, Jean is surprised as her head is forcibly held in position, and the madame began fucking Jean’s face. Jean lets out a squeak of surprise as the woman begins to brutally use her mouth, tears forming in her eyes. The madame abuses Jean’s tight opening with a savage grace, timing her hip thrusts perfectly. Jean can barely breathe through the cock-sucking. She wonders how large her gullet will bulge with each vicious hump. Jean feels the enormous length piercing the depths of her throat. The bulbous tip is relentless in its conquest of her esophagus.

The brutal fucking was quickly wearing Jean out, so it was time to finish this. She began to work her fingers in and out of the madame’s cunt. She performed every trick that she could remember the woman reacting well to. She tries to swallow the gigantic cock sliding its way in and out of her throat. She groans and hums, licks at the base of the shaft until her tongue touches clit. She works the madame’s g-spot like there’s no tomorrow. All of that in an effort to get the futa with the monster dick to cum as soon and as hard as possible.

To her shock, it seems to be working better than she’d anticipated. All the sweet noises escaping the madame’s throat and the way her body quivers with excitement give away her vulnerability. She obviously is resisting the urge to cry out as spasms wrack her body and pleasure spreads out throughout her core.

Jean would grin evilly if she could, instead she can only work harder to force this monster to baste her mouth in jizz. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. Her motions are smooth and precise, she only halts briefly when the tip grazes the back of her throat, and she forces herself to suppress a gag.

She is sure to hit the sweet spot deep within as she slams her slim digits straight into the madame’s tender insides. Time is running out, so Jean picks up the pace, curling her fingers around the madame’s poor little g-spot. Jean is careful not to put too much pressure, but she does keep the quickness up on her mouth’s movements. She hollows out her cheeks and tries to work over the futanari’s cock like she’d suck up an ice cream cone.

Just as Jean thinks that she’s going to have to give in, to cry out and reveal her weakness, a flood of salty seed bursts forth from the futa madame’s throbbing rocket. Jean pulls back, working hard to guzzle down as much of the cum as she can. There’s no possible way she’s going to get it all, and she knows that letting the futa paint her face with the last few strands cihangir escort will be a treat. Even then, she can’t let up. If she doesn’t work to swallow everything she can, it won’t be a few strands that she’ll be painted with. It might as well be a bucket.

Regardless, some does manage to seep through her lips as the dick slips out with a schlorp.

She knows that she can’t win against the madam, but she won’t lose either. Jean refuses to be outdone, and so she’s done it. Jean swipes up the excess splooge, using her own fingers to clean off her face. She makes a show of licking up every last drop that she pulls from her face, ensuring that the madame sees every sultry lick and slurp.

“Now wasn’t that the nicest challenge we’ve had here in months?” the woman says, tittering with genuine happiness.

“I wouldn’t quite say it’s over mistress…” Jean purrs in the madame’s ear. “I know that you must have a refractory period worthy of working in this industry, and you haven’t properly tested every. last. bit. of your merchandise.” She softly pushes the woman back onto her new bed with an evil grin. “Why don’t we go ahead and try my dick on for size before you use that monster to stretch out my fresh, new cunt?”

“Alright, dear. I’ll admit you’re a good sport, for a debt-slave at least. But I won’t be putting that thing anywhere near my… delicate areas, understand?” Madame Caracal’s face betrays her, as her eyes light up with lust.

Jean reaches forward and grabs the woman’s legs by her heels, lifting them up and out of the way. She leans over, edging her cock right up to the brim of the madame’s soaking cunt. Rubbing her tip tantalizingly up and down the futa’s slick slit, Jean taunts, “Are you sure about that mistress? I’m sure you want to be filled.” Jean grins evilly, “Sorry, I meant to say that I’m sure you want to test the full package…”

Jean chuckles darkly, continuing, “Because I really, really do.” Hooking the ankles of the madame’s toned legs over her shoulders, Jean edges her dick closer and uses the head of her cock to spread the woman’s slit open. “Come on now, loosen up a bit. Wouldn’t want my new host to go unsatisfied, would you?”

The woman shakes her head, “Damn you! There’s no way you’re going to fu-… oh.” The woman’s eyelids flutter as Jean thrusts her hips forward, planting just the tip of her dick in the woman’s warm crevice.

“Doesn’t that feel good, mistress?” Jean whispers. “I know you want it. I know you want to experience my wares. Let me prove to you that I can be a capable whore, fulfilling our clients’ every desire. I want you to know that I’m valuable, that I’m worth the best clientele we can pull in. I need you to know how good I am on a deep and visceral level.”

Pushing in just a bit further, Jean lets out a shudder as the madame’s pussy wraps tightly around her.

“Yessss. Why don’t we both know? Go deeper.” The woman presses her thighs together, the base of Jean’s cock squeezed between the woman’s legs.

That was all the invitation that Jean needed. She uses her shoulders to push the madame’s amazing legs up around the woman’s own shoulders. With that, Jean shoves her cock fully into Madame Caracal’s waiting snatch. She thrusts her dick as deep as it could go, allowing her to tease the madame’s juicy cervix with her cockhead.

With tantalizing smoothness Jean slowly pulls her cock back to the entrance of the madame’s pussy. “You like that mistress? Need more?”

The madame answers with a moan, nodding her assent.

Jean drives herself back in. Then, another slow withdrawal teases the madame once again. Once back at her entrance, Jean thrusts forward once again. The sheer force of her return thrusts leave the poor creature gasping and clawing at the bedsheets. “That’s right, you’re gonna take this, and you’re gonna cum harder than you’ll ever believe.”

Jean repeats the process again and again. Relentless thrusts followed by slow, intimate withdrawals. She works to control the pace, to once again push her madame to the brink but never over the edge. She wants this woman to completely lose control. To fully realize just how good of a fuck Jean can be for the right client.

Unable to take the intensity of Jean’s power-fucking, the woman cries out “Breed me!”.

Jean, working only for the madame’s sake, does just that. She begins to hammer her cock into the woman’s aching, dripping cunt. Jean works at a sudden and unrelenting pace, pulling her cock back to the woman’s glistening pussy lips only to slam her cock all the way to the woman’s cervix. Jean holds her own orgasm as best as she can. She wants, no, needs the madame to cum on her cock first. She needs the woman to become just a puddle of bliss at Jean’s touch. Then, and only then, will Jean loosen the stranglehold she has on her own orgasm and flood the madame’s womb with her cum.

The madame, clearly knowing that she is about to get fucked properly, closes her eyes in anticipation and begins humping her ass up at Jean with wild abandon. She gasps as Jean’s thick cock slammed in and out of her with a savagery the madame had never allowed her own pussy to experience, despite visiting such upon others with her monster cock. She lets loose with a hushed curse as Jean’s fingers find her swollen clit and work it rapidly.

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Stan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” Gena said, frowning.

“What?” Norm and I said together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t mention it, boss. Stay safe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He scoffed. “Hell, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve got shotgun,” I said, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like I said, it’s close.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do we have any radios?”

“Glove box,” Norm said.

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

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

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~~David~~

“I can’t believe she really said that,” he said. “Fate of the world? Are you serious?”

“Everything about you is weird, David,” Jes said between grunts, followed by the heavy crack of a rock rolling down over other rocks.

Moving big rocks was a pain, but they blocked their path in the tunnel, and try as David might, he couldn’t move shit. Rocks were really heavy, and durable as David’s feet and hands had grown over the past week and some, his fingers couldn’t work stone nearly as well as Jes’s strength and her claws. Plus, a bunch of broken ribs didn’t agree with him trying to lift or move anything. He was useless.

“Any idea where we’ll find Dao and Caera?” he asked.

“Assuming they’re alive, back at the cave.”

“Hey, come on, they’re alive.”

“Still optimistic after everything that’s happened?” More rocks cracked, and a few broke apart as they landed on the hard stone. It was a dark tunnel, and few amber veins survived the hellquakes. Maybe Hell would grow new ones?

“I was falling to my death, and Mia’s, straight down toward that weird nothingness, when suddenly a beautiful red angel swooped down from the sky and saved us. I’m feeling a little optimistic, yeah. A little lucky, too.”

She stared at him, laughed, and shook her head as she tore a few more big rocks down from the tunnel path.

“And then a gold bitch showed up and took your sis away.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to not think about that part.”

“But hey, you got the beautiful part right.”

David smiled. Maybe it was the drop in insanity, adrenaline plummeting, or maybe it was all the quiet now that the quakes were over, but he felt like talking. First time for everything. Plus, talking helped keep his mind off just how fucked he was, physically, and how hungry he was getting.

He didn’t want to eat. Eating meant a dose of memories that weren’t his. Easy to catalog and ignore, but last time they’d hit him like a baseball bat to the face and that’s how he expected it to go a second time. It hadn’t happened with a forbidden fruit, though. Maybe they could find one of those? The rider attacking the spire was unlucky. Getting saved by Jes was lucky. The stranger kidnapping Mia was unlucky. If the pattern held, they’d find a withered tree growing some forbidden fruit on the other side of the pile of rocks.

They did not. Just more tunnel. Better than a Cainite ambush.

They walked in silence for a bit. Jes sneaked a few glances David’s way, prowling along beside him with her wings hooked around her shoulders like a cape. He snuck some glances up at her and smiled when she caught him.

“Stop smiling at me.”

“Sorry.”

“I know what you’re thinking. That I flew down to save you because I like you.”

“I mean–ow!”

She whipped him in the ass with her tail, and she was not gentle. Only his leather skirt kept it from drawing blood.

“I told you. Dao was throwing a fit and freaking out, ready to jump down herself like she had wings or something. Caera had to hold her back. I did it for her.”

His smile only grew. “You love her.”

“Yes, I love her, you asshole. Not sure why she’s so into you, though. You’re lucky, some sort of puppy dog that she’s grown super attached to in a single week.”

“I mean, I am adorable.”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh huh.”

“It’s like that Rosa puppy meme.”

“What?”

“Never mind.” He couldn’t help but laugh. Which stopped very quickly when pain ripped up through his body from his ribs.

“The fuck has gotten into you? Normally, you can’t open your mouth without tripping over it. Now you sound like your sister; the whole two minutes I got to talk to her.”

“I don’t… okay, yeah. I guess seeing my sister again really settled my nerves. Helps me talk more normally. Plus, there’s only one of you.”

She raised her black-skin eyebrow. “One of me?”

“Yeah, one of you. One of anyone, really. Talking one on one is a thousand times easier than talking to a group.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Guess I’m just a classic introvert. Talking one on one is fine. It’s when there’s a group, things get difficult. But, if I know the person, talking isn’t so hard.”

“You don’t know me.” After a small snarl, she stepped ahead of him, and matched pace a few feet ahead. That was a small burst of anger he hadn’t seen coming, at all.

So much for mastering socializing.

“I… I didn’t mean…” Sighing, he jumped ahead to catch up to her. “You’re right.”

“I know.”

It took effort to not frown. Jes did not make it easy.

“We can talk about what to do when we find Caera and Dao. So, in the meantime, tell me about yourself.”

Jes laughed. And laughed. And laughed, to the point she stopped and rested a hand against the wall.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I… was. Now I’m not so sure.”

After a few more laughs, she brushed the back of his body a few times with her wing, and got walking again.

“I keep forgetting you’re not like other souls. Literally. No number or anything.”

“And if I had a number?”

“Then I’d assume zeytinburnu escort you were trying to manipulate me, with a ridiculous request like that.”

“Oh.”

She grinned over her shoulder at him, reached out with her wing, and used its thumb claw to hook around his neck and pull him in close to her side. From angry to happy in seconds. Much as David sucked at reading people, Jeskura was all over the place, regardless.

“Told you before, I was born in the hatching pits around sixty years ago.”

“How’d that go? From what you told me, that’s a rough way to start life.”

“Yeah… yeah it was.” She sighed, let him go, re-hooked her wing on her own shoulder, but didn’t push him away. “You may have noticed me, Dao, Caera, we’re not exactly the type to go around mindlessly killing whoever we can.”

“I did.”

“We have our reasons. Caera saw some serious shit in the horde call. That probably changed her. I knew an asshole in the spire called Kasimiro with a kill count that makes even Caera look like a child, but hates violence, and how much demons love it. I know demons who get pretty attached to their betrayers, like that Adron guy you mentioned. Dao had to deal with that Tacitus fuck. Some of us just… get exposed to different kinds of stuff, I guess. We turn out different.”

“Sounds pretty human, honestly.”

“Yeah?”

“The whole nature versus nurture argument. How much is a person shaped by the innate biology of their brain and body, versus what their life was like growing up.” He tapped his chin. “I guess, I never really thought demons would be like that. Humans kinda just assume all demons must be horrible, innately.”

“Grow up in a hatching pit and you probably will be, but plenty of us aren’t. The nicer demons get killed and eaten.”

“Eesh.”

“But some of us watched a few too many scrying pools and maybe got a little carried away with some of the stuff in them. I remember sitting around one in the hatching pit with a few other gorgalas, and we were swooning over this big human man, very strong, very handsome. He was saving a girl from a fire.”

David raised a brow. “Was he a… firefighter?”

She laughed. “He was.” She spun around a couple times in a very un-Jeskura way as she jumped ahead a little. “It was amazing, seeing someone go through flames to save someone’s life. It was the last thing you’d ever expect to see in the hatching pit.”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. “This was in the 60s, right? Pretty crazy for a firefighter to actually go through flames, back then. Not the best gear.”

“It was crazy.” She flicked her tail back at him and poked him several times as she walked ahead. “And of course, more than a few of those firefighters got some good pussy. That was great to watch, too.”

“Ha. That a normal thing, watching people have sex on the surface with the scrying pools?”

“It is, in the hatching pits. Demons aren’t born babies like humans, not really. More like, a kid adult mix? Whatever, it’s not long before we’re horny as fuck and have no idea what to do with ourselves.”

He gestured down at himself, and her tail that continued to poke and prod his chest and stomach. Ow. Ow.

“Sorry I’m not a two hundred pound, six foot six firefighter made of pure muscle.”

“Ha, fuck me that’d be awesome if you were.”

He frowned. She laughed.

“I guess,” she said, “I did spend too much time watching the scrying pool, but something about the surface really intrigued me. Humans and all their stupid bullshit, the romance, the fights, it’s all so much more… deep, I guess, than the shit down here. Here we just fight and fuck.” After another chuckle, she continued, eyes now pointed down. “A gremla I knew was absolutely in love with some guy she’d randomly learned about, and she watched him in the scrying pool a lot.”

“A grem? Kinda figured they weren’t… uh… didn’t have the mental capacity to really do something like that.”

“Gremla, yeah, and of course they do. Imps and grems might not be the best at talking, and maybe not as smart as your average demon… Okay yeah they’re pretty dumb. But not hellbeast dumb. But shut up for a sec, let me talk.”

He put up his hands. “Shutting up.”

“So she watched this human in the scrying pool, this guy… think he was a cop. Good guy, had a wife, treated her well. Active sex life, which this horny little gremla girl fucking loved watching. Caught her masturbating to that shit like fifty times. The wife really had a thing for getting tied up, you know? Full on rape roleplay sorta stuff. And–“

David did his best to tune out the very detailed list of things the mysterious husband did to his wife that she apparently very much enjoyed.

“Then, one day,” she said, “the cop died. Got shot on the job. There was a funeral, lots of crying.” After a heavy sigh, Jes came to a stop and looked down. He recognized the look. She was reliving a memory. “I was pretty sad, but that gremla, it really fucked her up. Like, devastated. She cried.” Jes took kağıthane escort another deep breath. “Then some other demons showed up looking for food, and she… didn’t fight back.”

“What?”

Jes shrugged weakly and shook her head. “Some hungry demons showed up and killed her. Pretty normal in the hatching pit. Grems and imps are damn hard to kill usually, ’cause they’re so good at getting away. It was the first… only time I’ve ever seen one of the little rascals just let themselves die. It was quick, no torture or anything, though some demons learned some of that shit from the scrying pools, too.” Growling, she resumed the march, and David followed. “Seeing her die like that really fucked me up, too, I guess. I killed the demons that killed her, even though I wasn’t hungry and didn’t need to. And after that, I just…” She shrugged again, but each shrug got weaker than the last one. “I dunno. I didn’t really get such a thrill when making a kill anymore.”

That was definitely a core memory for Jes. Whether Hell gave a shit about neurology and synaptic pathways, he didn’t know. Probably not. But Mia had gone on a dozen rants about how important early life experiences were in forming who you were as a person. This fit the bill.

“Thanks,” he said, “for telling me about yourself, I mean. Kinda got the impression you were just gonna tell me to fuck off when I asked.”

“I was tempted. But then I remembered you’re just that kinda moron who needs shit direct.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Ha! You really are getting better at this talking thing.” She slowed down until she walked beside him, and again she used her wing to hook his neck and pull him in close to walk shoulder to shoulder. Or, mostly shoulder to shoulder. She had over a foot of height on him.

“Not gonna lie, being with you, Dao, and Caera for over a week straight has been the most socializing I’ve done in that short of time in my entire life.”

“Fucking nerd.”

“Yeap.”

“Heh.”

“And I really like Dao and Caera, too, but holy shit it I am so much more in my comfort zone when talking to just one of you.”

“Yeah yeah.” Chuckling, she leaned down and gave his cheek a kiss. “You got three girls riding your dick, at the same fucking time, and you’re complaining? Last I checked, that ain’t exactly common on the surface.”

“It… is not.”

“And besides, Dao only bothers to talk in Hellian, so you’re normally talking to what, two and a half girls?”

“I guess. Can Dao speak Estian, like actually talk with it?”

“All eyeless demon breeds can speak Estian, but they say the vibration fucks with their vision. Clicking and chirping are more like blinking to them, while talking Estian makes things constantly blurry. They prefer the clicks.” She gave him a gentle headbutt, suspiciously similar to how cats often do. “So they say, anyway. Don’t ask me, I got eyes.”

“So, if I asked her to talk Estian, she might?”

“Eh, she might, but most riiva prefer Hellian, Dao especially.”

“Ever heard her speak Estian?” he asked.

“Nope. I never pushed her on it, either. She’s got her reasons.”

Reasons. And from the hesitation in Jes’s eyes, those reasons were more than physical, and Jes didn’t want to share them.

He suppressed the overwhelming urge to ask. Look at that, more growth. He could ask a little more about Jes, instead.

“And you worked for Zel?”

“Work is a strong word for anything in Death’s Grip. More like, her enforcers go around and kinda just randomly enforce her rule, you know? Ever since she put in that dueling rule, she wanted to make sure demons obeyed it. I was one of the demons that enforced those kinda rules.”

“You impressed her? To get that role, I mean.”

“Of course I impressed her. I’m awesome.”

“Uh huh.”

Jes put a hand on his shoulder. “That reminds me. If we run into other demons, you should probably avoid mentioning your sister killed Zel.”

“What? Why? Kinda figured that’d earn me some clout, actually. Or at least Mia would earn some.”

“It might. It might also get you killed. Plenty of demons were loyal to Zel. Plenty were looking to be the ones to kill her, and might just take their frustration over getting denied out on you.”

“Wonderful.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of them crouched low. The ceiling made them. Much as Death’s Grip had a lot of tunnels practically designed to be walked through, it also had some not so perfect ones. Bloodgrip vines showed up, and avoiding those was a pain in the ass, but it was the low dips in the ceiling that terrified him. On a couple occasions, he had to get on his stomach to keep going. Painful, and terrifying. Stories about spelunkers getting stuck and dying horrible deaths had been enough to give him a mild case of claustrophobia, and Hell was delighting in making it a full-blown debilitating condition.

“Sure we shouldn’t go back?” he said between some grunts and groans. The pain of crawling on broken ribs had his eyes watering.

“Bloodgrip means the tunnel’s fulya escort connected to other tunnels. Bloodgrip goes where there’s blood.”

Because of course Hell’s plants didn’t drink water and sunlight. They survived on pain and suffering.

Watching the gargoyle crawl along on her belly from behind was weird, kinda like looking up the ass of a winged alligator. But she did have a great ass and legs. A decent distraction from his pain, and the ever-growing fear of the rocks only inches above his head, about to fall and crush him and doom him to dying of dehydration. No, down here in Hell, he’d die over many months of essence starvation. Months of squirming and screaming in pain while rocks crushed him and–

Jes reached down and pulled him up to his feet.

“Oh thank god,” he said. “Felt like a remnant for a second, there.”

The cave opened up, and resumed being an endless tunnel of thin amber veins, the occasional stalactite, and sneaky bloodgrip vines that demanded he pay attention every step.

“I think I recognize this tunnel.” She gestured back at the section they had to crawl through. “Did that a few times, a few decades ago.”

“Decades…”

“Got a problem with older women?” Grinning, she dragged her tail along his stomach a few times as she walked ahead.

“You sure you’re older?”

“I am the spitting image of maturity, wisdom, and beauty. And–” She cut her voice off, whipped her head around, and pushed him back with a wing. If not for the way her eyes widened, he’d have cursed or yelled with the pain.

Silence.

He opened his mouth, Jes shot him a hard look, and he shut up. Silence for him, but she heard something.

She pushed forward. He followed, but at a distance, and drew his–oh, right, no more broken sword. That Adron vrat had taken it and stabbed the rider in the neck with it, a wound that apparently hadn’t done a damn thing to the bastard. Good note for the future: the rider did not die easy.

So, his shoulder was fucked, his nose hurt like hell, he had broken ribs, and he didn’t even have his useless, broken sword anymore. He’d grown attached to it, the ability to defend himself, if even only a little.

Noises in the distance sent his heart rate up, and he forced himself to take deep, slow breaths. Cainites? Demons? Imps and grems scavenging on remnants, or big demons on the hunt for prey? David probably looked like good prey right about now, helpless and already tenderized.

The curves of the tunnels, like veins through Hell’s underside, made it easy to sneak up on people. A hellbeast could have been waiting around the corner to pounce them, and the only way they’d know was Jes’s ears and nose. He was useless.

That time he’d helped Caera on a hunt, that’d been strange. His aura had changed and flared, grown angry, and violent. For a moment he’d been ready to do something he’d never done before, commit murder, and he had no idea if that was the aura’s doing, or the aura was just putting out what he’d been feeling. Could it help now? What would it even do? Maybe do what the rider’s did, and make everyone nearby go mad with bloodlust.

He felt nothing but anxiety, and fear. So much for that idea.

He closed his eyes, and shining symbols danced behind his eyelids. Potram, royam, batlam. All the strange runes Mia had sent into his mind, all incomplete, but not. They weren’t missing pieces, his brain was, something he needed if he wanted to understand them the same way he understood the ancient language. But potram, royam, and batlam stuck out, almost like they were demanding his attention. He could almost read them, almost understand them.

His heart rate soared as the distant noises grew louder. The batlam rune flared in his mind. White wings. Gold glow. A sword and shield. A spear and a tower shield. A bow.

The noises grew closer. Clop, clop. Hooves? David pressed his back against the inside of the tunnel curve, and Jes did the same ahead of him, wings out and snug to the wall. Closer. Clop clop. Maybe a riiva? Maybe–

Amber veins beyond the curve out of sight cast shadows, and whoever came their way was much bigger than a riiva.

They came around the corner. Jes roared and pounced. The huge demon let out a shriek of her own as she fell back. Spindly, skeletal wings spread, but they couldn’t stop Jes from knocking the tall demon to the ground.

That, was a lot of jiggle.

“Acelina!?” Jes, straddling the demon’s stomach and ready to tear her apart, froze, one hand in the air and claws out. “The fuck?”

“Jeskura?” The huge demon, knocked on her ass and back, stared up at Jes with a big, angry scowl. Or at least, probably stared up at her. She had no eyes. In fact, her whole face was black, her face and her horns and neck and chin, all of it. It made her big sharp white teeth stick out against the black canvas.

Damn, she was tall. And ridiculously busty. Made Dao look flat levels of busty. No matter how hard he tried, David couldn’t help but notice the very naked demon and how her huge breasts squashed and flattened as they conformed to her chest with gravity. Even unaroused and with dark skin, her boobs were big enough they couldn’t escape the pull of their weight. And her nipples were pierced with tiny bones. A lot of her was pierced with tiny bones, or little metal studs, and she wore several metal chain necklaces, and belly chains. More jewelry than on any demon he’d seen yet, by a lot.

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