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*Note* This part of the story takes place immediately after the first story. This chapter is substantially longer than the first part. I think more than twice the size of the first story. It’s my hope that it’s twice as enjoyable.

A big Thanks to Jordan Church for editing and helping me out.

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There were a few minutes of silence.

Mercy had left us all in quite a state. I crawled over to the bench and used it to help me to my feet. I stood for a moment, hunched over with my hands on my knees, catching my breath. “That was intense.” I spoke. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm as intense as that.

“I’m sorry you guys, I should have asked first if Mercy could join us fully. While we were riding back from High Tide Port, Mercy was asking me if she was still on a trial period. She was very insistent on an answer, and I couldn’t say no to her.” Alice said. She too looked flushed after her ‘washing’.

“You know… it might not be too bad to have her on the team. If not for her, we might not have survived that ambush on the road today. I know I only got lucky, there was only one who attacked me. I’m certain she saved us.” Kelsey said. Thinking it over, she certainly had a point. Mercy was intense, but she had carried our team through the last couple of quests.

“It’ll all work out. Though, maybe we should set some ground rules with her. She’s been pretty forward so far.” I said.

“Yeah, we’ll tell her what’s up. And keep her on as our muscle. Just… no more touching.” Kelsey added. Alice nodded.

There was more silence between us three as we changed and made our way into the pub. There, at the same table as last time, again with three large pitchers in front of her, sat Mercy. She looked happy as she waved us over, then downed the rest of her mug. It seemed like nothing had ever happened.

“We have some things to say Mercy.” I started and stopped there, unable to say anymore. My eyes are having a hard time looking up at her face. Kelsey nudged Alice to speak. “We’re happy to have you join our party.” She said loudly “B-but if you could p-please not be so… handsy.” She said nervously and much less loudly.

There was a moment of silence as the space seemed to fill with tension. Mercy then shattered the tension with a body-shaking laugh.

“Ladies, sit. Sorry if I was making any of you uncomfortable. I was only trying to be friendly. That’s just how they do things in the south.” She paused “Speaking of which, I’ve come up with a plan I think you’ll want to hear.” Mercy said with a big smile as she pushed out a chair and patted it with her hand.

Kelsey was the first to sit which set of a chain reaction with Alice and I following in suit. Picking up a pitcher I filled a glass for all of us.

Mercy began “The quests at this guild hall… are shit. They’re for beginners with barely any worthwhile rewards. We, are going to travel south to the Gran Stoby.” She seemed to emphasize the word ‘We’ while gesturing to all of us with her hands.

“The port city? The city of luck? Isn’t that a gambling city filled with criminals?” Alice asked concern returning to her voice. Though my heart sprang at the name. The city of luck. I loved the rush of gambling, that feeling of anticipation to see if you won or lost. Mercy certainly had my attention.

“You got that right, there’s a lot of criminals there, that’s why their guild hall has the best postings.” Mercy said. “I’ve got a few connections there too. An old friend who can get us up and operate very quickly.” She continued to down her mug, then thrust it out for one of us to fill it.

Kelsey began pouring more beer into the empty glass while asking “How far away is it? I thought it was supposed to be near the desert? Are we sure this is even a smart idea?” Kelsey just kept blurting out question after question, the pitcher in her hand was a bit shaky. She was definitely nervous.

I wasn’t the only one to pick up on this. Mercy smiled that big smile of hers “Nothing to be nervous about kitten. I used to live there and there’s ample opportunity to make something of you.” *Hiccup* “Make something of yourself, is what I meant to say.”

The table was quiet as we all thought about the plans for the future. Nothing was really keeping me here other than my friends. I was honestly very excited to finally see Gran Stoby. You’d always hear great stories of people making their fortune in Gran Stoby. I was certain that good things were heading our way. “C’mon! Let’s do it! There’s nothing keeping us, and I’ve got a gut feeling the best part of our lives is waiting there.” I said bursting with excitement. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. It was contagious, smiles forming on everyone’s faces, most especially Mercy’s.

“It’s a little over a two-day ride if we push it.” Mercy said, answering Kelsey’s questions. “It’s fairly close to the desert. It’s a port city of the Niverdown sea. The Twisting Savanah is just a few miles east.

Alice stood up “Well, kilis escort if we are going to do this. We better get a jump at this in the morning. So, goodnight you troublemakers. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, Kelsey also stood up. Raised her half full mug in for a cheer. “To keeping our success alive. May we never stop enjoying the journey.”

“Here, here” We clinked cups, and then bottoms up. That was nearly the last of the booze. Kelsey and Alice started for the stairs.

“Alice, don’t forget about our morning shopping trip. I’ll be getting you up extra early,” Mercy loudly said to Alice as she was nearing the stairs. She paused briefly, turned to Mercy and gave a thumbs up.

Just as I was about to also retire to my room, the same waitress arrived from the previous night to our table. Yesterday she looked cheerful and happy. Today she looked meek, eyes staying on the floor. “Can I get you anymore” She asked Mercy. I could see she had a few bruises and what looked like bite marks along her cleavage and neck.

“None for me.” I said as I started walking away.

“I hope you’re wearing my gift from last night.” I overheard Mercy say to her.

“Yes Daddy. I’m wearing it right now.” The waitress answered. My good feelings about our future adventure started to not feel so good.

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

I happen to have a reputation of being late, or the last one to arrive, but today I’m the first one at the meetup. Kelsey arrived soon after me, lugging behind a few bags of supplies we’d need for the road. “Where the hell were you?” Kelsey said. “I thought you were going to help me get the supplies. You know it’s a two-night trip.”

Maybe I wasn’t the first to arrive.

“Supplies. I’m flat broke girl. I don’t think Mercy split up our cut from yesterday.” I replied to Kelsey.

“She told me she needed it to buy supplies for us. She was talking about some project she was going to be working on during the trip.” Kelsey said back. “I had to buy this food with my own money.”

“Hey!” We heard Mercy’s voice down the road. Looking over I saw she wasn’t alone, trailing just behind her was Alice. It looked like Alice was carrying a few sacks, similar to Kelsey. Soon they were with us, and I was speechless.

“Hahaha! What’re you wearing?!” Kelsey began laughing. Her laughter rolled through to me, and I couldn’t help it, I started laughing too. I laughed so hard that my side started to hurt. Kelsey nearly fell down holding her sides. Alice was blushing, trying to block the view of herself with the bags she was holding.

“Give me those.” Mercy grabbed the sacks from Alice, further revealing her and her new outfit. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s the fashion down in Gran Stoby. You’ll fit in better wearing this. Now, I want you to show off my gift to the girls.”

Alice clasped her hands together, resting at her waist. She was wearing what looked like her normal top but cut short. Like really short. Her old top would cover her whole upper body, neck to waist and her entire arm a little past her wrists. This new one looked to cover just her shoulders and tits. Her tummy, ribcage and her arms were completely bare. There was a little slit in the middle that almost gave the impression of highlighting her large breasts. This new look did not look to be a traditional adventurer’s outfit.

Around her waist, it looked like two rectangular pieces of cloth tied to each other by a string, looking like two flags tied to each other. It was tied high on her hip and went about an inch or two above the knee. It nearly looked like a skirt, but you could see bare skin all the way up either side of her legs up to her waist. Similar to a loin cloth. It looked like she had white side tied panties on. Her old robes were colored grey and green, but these new ‘robes’ were white with red trim around the edges.

SMACK

“Fix your posture!” Mercy commanded Alice, slapping her ass.

Alice squeaked and stood up straight, with her hands unclasping and going back to rub her butt. Upon her straightening up, her top rolled back a little and I could see some under boob from her large breasts. She wasn’t wearing any support.

“Isn’t it adorable? Oh, you’re going to fit right in down there.” Mercy said with a big smile.

“Yeah. Adorable.” I said, trying to hold back laughter.

Kelsey cracked first, and we were back to rolling on the floor holding our sides with laughter. To think of how modestly dressed Alice always was, to now showing more skin out in public than most floozies.

“Enough of this, we should try and get going if we ever want to make it.” Alice tried to wrangle us in. It still took some time, but eventually we collected ourselves and made our way into the stables to rent our horses for the trip. The stable master looks displeased to be renting to us again, but since Mercy was the one doing the renting, he never brought up his displeasure.

Unlike last time we each had our own horse for this trip. “Let kırklareli escort me know if you ladies need any of that saddle cream. I’ve got a bit left, but not enough for the whole trip.” Mercy informed us before we loaded up the horses and set off. We all passed on the saddle cream, essentially saying “Maybe next time.”

The sun is shining brightly, and the birds are singing. I’ve never been super good with horses, but today I’m feeling good. We are traveling down the road in pairs, the forest surrounding us on both sides. Alice and I are up front while Mercy and Kelsey are about twenty feet behind us. I can’t help myself, I’m so excited about Gran Stoby, I keep rambling and about the gambling games I want to try. Dice, cards, spin wheels, racing. Alice for her part listens, and occasionally asks questions. I think I surprise her when I ramble out some odds and percentages, and the payouts.

Every so often I look back to see how Kelsey and Mercy are doing. Mercy looks to be working on some project. She’s got some leather materials in hand. Kelsey is on her right, barraging her with questions about her freelance history. I guess it never hurts to know more about adventuring. I know I can’t wait until we have more exciting stories to tell.

We set up our loose camp just about half a mile from the road. No need to draw attention. The routine is hammered into us, and we get our setup going rather fast. I start the fire, Kelsey collects some wood, and Alice prepares our meal for the night. As for Mercy, she is completely entranced in her project. Now that she’s off the horse, she’s able to focus on bigger parts of her leatherworking.

After eating, we sit around unwinding. Kelsey keeps on trying to come up with silly song lyrics to more popular songs. I chime in every once in a while, when I think I’ve got something funny. I don’t hit the mark too often.

“Ren, Kelsey, one of you two come here. I don’t care which one.” Mercy shouts out to us. She’s sitting a bit further away, obscured by trees. Kelsey smiles at me as she pulls out a coin. She levels it on her thumb and says, “call it in the air.”

“Heads!”

It twirls and spins before she catches it and covers it with her off hand. Slowly, she peeks at it, smiles big and shows me tails. She just knows that I can’t help but gamble over anything. “Get going loser.” She says, then heads over to see what Alice is doing.

“What’s up?” I asked Mercy. She is sitting on a stump with a lantern by her feet. We are just a bit out of range of the others. The smell of lilacs is strong around her and my body starts to react by growing hotter, I can feel my nipples getting harder.

“I need to take your measurements. I’m making some outfits for you Kelsey. I can’t have you two sticking out in Gran Stoby.” Mercy tells me as she pulls out a chunk of course rope that has markings every thumb length or so.

“Oh? Well, that’s sweet of you.” I tell her as I get closer to her. “Just spread my arms out like this?” I extend both arms horizontal to the floor. She wraps the rope around me. After a long pause, she pulls the cord down and says “Top off. I can’t get a proper measurement with it on.”

I feel my breathing halt for a second as I register what I’ve just been asked to do. Mercy notices and lunges at me, grabbing my coat and pulls me in close “Top. Off.” She says. Her face is close to mine. Even though she’s sitting and I’m standing, she’s still nearly taller than me. I gulp and start to take my coat off. I’ve got a thin shirt under, but she rolls her hand at me in a continue motion. I do, and now I’m standing a foot away from her, my tits on full display.

Deftly she pulls the rope around my waist and starts her process again. Slowly she moves the cord up to around my ribs. “Put your arms on your head.” I follow her orders. I don’t want to upset her.

“Good girl.”

The rough cord continues up and stops just above my nipples. I feel her pull the rope left and right over my already hard buds. I feel so sensitive, and the rope hurts slightly. I feel a slight tremble through my body.

“Just look at these firm little tits of yours. Mmmm and these hard tiny nipples you have.” Mercy says as she starts to cup my chest. Her hands are so large, she nearly covers my whole chest with just one hand.

“I gave you a compliment. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mercy”

I can feel her callused fingers pinch my left tit and I can’t help but gasp. Out of reaction my hands unclasp, and I go to pull her hand away. “Don’t move,” Mercy says to me firmly as she slaps my right tit.

The whole thing has me on edge. I manage to get my hands back on top of my head, one hand holding the other. Closing my eyes, I can feel her fondling my chest for a few moments longer. Squeezing me, pinching, twisting. I feel the rope once again continue wrapping around me. It hurts a delicious pain as I feel the course rope rubbing over my hard nipples. I start to bite my lower lip as I try to hold karabük escort still and not pant and moan. It feels so good.

“Pants down. Now.” Mercy breaks my concentration with this order. I open my eyes and look into hers. She looks impatient. I better do as she says. My hands undo my belt, and without bending my knees, I pull my pants down bending at the waist. Part way down, I raise my head to look at Mercy. I’m looking straight forward into Mercy’s groin. She’s still fully clothed, but she’s sitting with her legs spread on the stump, elbows on knees. I think she noticed my stopping and staring. She gives me a firm tap on the top of the head, getting me to continue.

I stand up straight, pants pooled at my feet, hands back on my head. I’m still wearing my panties and boots, but I’m naked otherwise. Mercy again wraps the rope around my waist, constantly loosening and adjusting as she moves downward. Soon the rope is around the widest part of my butt, and her hands are against one another right in front of my vagina. I feel her cinch the rope harder, pulling me in closer, and her knuckle presses up against my sensitive privates.

I don’t know if she heard my oofs and ahhs, but she continued pulling and releasing. This feels so good. I can feel a fire rapidly growing inside me.

“You’re getting all wet, you horny little girl.” Mercy says. She stops teasing me. “I can feel it through these panties of yours.” She gives up the rope from her right hand and starts rubbing the knuckle of her index finger between the folds of my lower lips, over my now wet panties.

I didn’t know what to say. What can I say? I squeeze my eyes close and try to calm myself. I don’t want to send her the wrong signals.

Her free hand reaches around to grope my butt. The stimulation from her finger and the strong squeezing, not to mention the smell of lilacs, puts me in a daze. I am starting to feel a little dizzy.

I feel her twist my hips, turning me sideways to her. The rope goes between my legs. My eyes open wide. “What are you doing?” I asked her.

I can see she has a big smile now. “Hold still, I’m not done… measuring you yet.”

I gasp loudly as I feel the rope pulled straight up, spreading my vaginal lips, running up between my butt cheeks, giving me a wedgie. Mercy pulls the rope up so high she forces me onto my tippy toes. My arms fly off my head and I try to maintain my balance. I hear Mercy chuckle as she saws the rope back and forth. It is a strange and uncomfortable feeling, slightly painful but with a torrent of pleasure. I’m on the verge of an incredible orgasm.

Mercy stops.

“All done. My rope is getting a little too wet from you and your slutty pussy. Get your clothes on, you naughty girl, and go tell Kelsey she’s up next.” Mercy says as she slaps my ass. “And don’t you dare play with yourself. I’ll know if you do.”

The pain from both the rope and the spank leaves me feeling so horny. I didn’t know pain could feel so good. I grab my clothes into a pile and walk about five feet away to a safe distance before I get dressed. Mercy watches me the whole time.

“Kelsey, it’s your turn.” I tell her as I return the fire with both Alice and Kelsey talking about God knows what. I just want to go to bed. Kelsey gets up and passes by me as I make my way to my bedroll. Alice can see I’m flustered and doesn’t say anything but goes to her own bedroll.

Holy fuck am I horny. All I can think about is touching myself, especially after I was told not to. I’m tossing and turning, trying to make it sound and look more casual than it feels. I keep seeing Mercy when I close my eyes. That’s when I realize that I am touching myself. I’ve got one hand rubbing down there and the other squeezing a boob. I release myself with such sudden movements, like I’d just touched something hot. Mercy’s words repeat in my head “I’ll know…”

Will She know?

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. I hear a few minutes later quickly followed by Mercy saying, “Hold still!”

I can’t help but smile.

*********

In the morning, it’s Alice who wakes me up. She’s squatting beside me shaking me, saying “Time to get up, we’re all packed and ready to go. Get up.” I rub the sleep from my eyes. I’m really not a morning person.

I’m the last one packed and on my horse, but I’m in good spirits. I’ve got some food in hand, just a small sandwich and an apple. My friends didn’t leave me behind. Can’t ask for much more. Time to get going.

The Day is dragging on. Today, like yesterday, we are traveling in two pairs of two. Alice and Kelsey are leading the way, while I’m riding beside Mercy. She has been focused on her projects and has spent little time making any conversation with me.

We camped near a small stream for our final night on the road. The water is fresh and crisp and cold, but it’s only about two hands deep. I’m loving this trip, but going a second day without a bath, Yikes. We all smell like the road. Well… all of us except Mercy, who still smells strongly of lilacs. I swear, I nearly salivate and feel weak anytime the wind pushes her scent to me.

Blissfully the night goes smoothly. No problems that come up during the night. During my turn on watch, I made friends with a small duck. I fed him bread and he ate it. We had a thing, and I named him Patches.

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Losing Yourself

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The hazy morning sun was starting to rise over the badlands, marking the end of the eleventh night Alanna had spent in the great wastes. They had left behind the vast maze of rocky plateaus yesterday, the landscape opening back up into endless rolling hills with the occasional isolated plateau.

They were already both awake. Today, it was hypothesized they would be reaching the swamps surrounding Mschuleft, a sort of checkpoint to their long trek and a welcomed change of pace. Alanna was too excited to sleep much, and even Talos seemed in good spirits as he consumed the remnants of the latest wild boar they had hunted. Alanna smiled at him, Talos winking back. They soon packed up camp and headed out once more to the southeast, guided once again by sunlight.

Alanna was surprised at how well she had adapted to the badlands. What had been a terrifying prospect just a week and a half ago started to become a half-decent experience. The pair had several more run-ins with Orcs, several more heart-pounding moments with everything on the line. She had personally slain four more of the savages since their first encounter a week ago with Talos’ crossbow, and even a wild boar; the adrenaline of the fight made her feel more alive than ever.

There were minor downsides to her predicament, of course. Her clothes had become more and more threadbare as they traveled through the wastes. She mused that she must look positively savage by now; her tangled hair lay in a messy bun behind her head, her blouse tattered and now merely tied around her breasts was patterned with tears and stains. Her leather travel pants now had a large opening at her left knee, ripping without her consent while hunting last night’s boar.

She looked over at Talos, smiling softly as she looked his armor over. She was surprised to see that his had mostly held up; the proof of the quality of his gear. He mentioned, in reply to one of Alanna’s complaints about her current wardrobe, how his had so far survived two years of travel. She made a mental note to ask him if his adventures were always this exhilarating.

She found the long stretches of time between combat were growing more comfortable for her as well. Most of that was the fault of her companion; Talos, several days past, had finally opened his mind completely to her with full consent. She overheard Talos’ philosophical thoughts, surprised at the depth of his character. She felt splashes of his past adventures and conversations, overwhelming her with the full spectrum of human experience. She found herself swimming in his thoughts for hours on end.

And now that he was exposed to her, she found him ocassionally finding lustful pleasure in looking over her body. She didn’t mind. She even encouraged him at times where she swayed her hips a bit more, or pressed her tits together when they were conversing. She felt closer to the man than any other being, even her own parents.

It certainly showed in her actions; she sat right beside him at camp every night, and walked near him on his left as they traveled. She found her hands on him more often now, touching him softly when sharing a joke or experiencing a fragment of his past.

The pair had learned much of their Orc neighbors as well. Coming across van escort a small camp of theirs of three roundhouses, they had discovered that there was indeed a female component to their race. Smaller and not nearly as aggressive, Alanna forced Talos to spare them with a quick charm and a flash of her innocent eyes.

Alanna wondered if she finally found the man that would take her innocence. Two weeks ago, if the oracle at Selphyse herself had told her that she’d be lusting for a man who had a dozen more years of age than her, she would have laughed and disbelieved it. While exploring his thoughts, she found that Talos had slept with countless women in the past. Why didn’t that didn’t bother her? The only thing that did was a small thought in the back of her conscious, imploring her not to lose herself to…

Ugh. She bumped into the back of a suddenly stationary Talos, silently chiding herself for not paying attention. She scanned his thoughts.

“Camp?”, Talos thought, the question directed at her. It was interesting traveling with someone so experienced with empaths, Alanna notioned, as she’d never encountered another soul who could direct their ideation at an invading voyeur.

She looked in the sky, the sun still almost directly above their heads as they stood in front of a thick granite pleateau. The marshes of Mschuleft were visible on the horizon, looking hazy and mysterious.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early?” she answered questioningly, shooting him a confused look. Talos accepted the challenge of convincing her as he took her hand and led her into a crevice in the stone, his tired horse obediently following them in.

The dark, cold stone soon fell away around her, and they were within the granite itself, the cloudy blue sky overhead. Before them, a tiny pillar of water fell from the stone above, producing a decently-sized pool beneath it.

Alanna’s eyes lit up as she looked upon the salvation to her frustrating mess of hair. Talos smirked, released her hand and squeezed her shoulder, then walked back to the horse to unpack the tent.

Alanna wasted no time shedding her clothes. She removed her circlet, unfastened her cloak, and untied her ruined blouse. She felt Talos’ eyes on her back and turned around, giving him a sultry look as she unwrapped the cloth from her tits.

Dropping the cloth, she put an arm under her voluptuous breasts as she stepped over to her pack, fishing her small pouch of hair cleanser from the bag. She actively worked to make the action as sensual as possible, bending over while keeping her knees straight, sticking her shapely ass out towards him. Slowly straightening her back, she faced away from him as she slipped both thumbs into her tight leather pants and carefully pushed them down her legs, bending gently at the waist and pivoted to the side when her butt was exposed, displaying her thighs to him.

Alanna was overtly reading Talos as she carefully teased him, driving her on and causing her cheeks to flush with color. Her slit was maddeningly soaked as she strut towards the pool, and she slipped her panties off mid-stride. This was the first time Talos had ever seen her naked alabaster body, and she ensured he’d remember it.

Looking down, she noted that the pool was only about yalova escort four feet deep and slipped a foot daintily into the water, testing its warmth. It was cool to the touch; much cooler than she expected. She slowly lowered her body into the pool with a lusty moan, smiling at herself. There she bathed and, most importantly, washed her hair under the falling water twice. This gave Talos time to remember what he was doing and pitched the tent, while unsuccessfully trying to keep the other unpitched.

After several minutes of aching loneliness in the pool, Alanna tilted her head to look at her companion. He was unequipping his sword belt and shoulder armor, settling in for the day.

“Care to join me?” she cooed, standing up slightly in the water so her nipples were above the water line.

Talos smirked, replying tersely, “Sure, just a minute.” She watched him walk out of their private oasis for a bit and wondered what he was up to. She reached out.

“Not hearing any Orcs nearby. We should be safe for the rest of the day.” Hmph. Sure, he was a professional, but she didn’t expect him to be thinking of Orcs when she was so obviously giving herself to him. She was glad someone was, though.

“… really going to do this? She’s far too young, just out of college. Can I even let her down easy? Do I want to?”

Alanna felt the opposing sides raging in his mind and took a metaphorical step back in her own. Was she really doing this, out here? She just met the man, and no matter how wet he made her, did that mean she’d throw away her principles just to get off? She suddenly felt Talos’ mind agree to itself, and heard his footsteps reenter through the crevice.

She watched him strip down, her head resting on her arms at the edge of the pool, wet auburn hair flowing freely around her face. How did she not notice all of his scars before?

When he got down to his under-trousers, he sauntered over to her and lowered them. She looked up at him and gasped, face-to-face with his hard member for just a moment. She was surprised by its length and girth, even when compared to an Orc’s, and especially when compared to a human’s. She briefly wondered if it had been transmuted at some point. He lowered himself into the pool just next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders after he was situated.

“Damn, that is a lot nicer than I thought it’d be,” he said as an attempted icebreaker.

Alanna giggled softly and turned towards him, wrapping one arm his neck as her other hand rested on his muscled thigh. She bit her lip and must have gave him the right look, as he immediately lowered his face to hers and gave her a deep kiss on the lips as she closed her eyes. Alanna’s mind immediately started racing and when his face pulled an inch away from hers she dove right back in, lustfully kissing him as their lips parted. Their tongues fought and entwined as Alanna moved her body closer to his, resting her parted legs on his thighs, both arms wrapped around his neck.

“No,” she thought to herself, still entwined with him.

She felt Talos grab her by the waist, slowly lifting her with his immense strength as Alanna pulled her lips from his.

“No,” she vocalized, causing him to release his grip on her, his throbbing member inches çorlu escort from her virginal pussy.

“Sorry?” he replied, confused. She couldn’t do this to him, no way. But she couldn’t go through with it, not now. She sensed hundreds of conflicting thoughts swarming in his mind.

She lifted herself off of him, releasing him and standing up.

“No, I’m sorry. I… Will you let me, um, suck your cock instead?” she whispered shakily. She felt Talos’ concern for her rise to the top of the maelstrom in his mind so she added, more confidently, “I need to suck your cock.”

Talos grinned again and lifted himself from the pool using just his arms, sitting at the edge. His dick was already losing strength from the surprise she gave him, but Alanna immediately looked to remedy the situation. She slowly kneeled before him, half her body in the cool water as her eyes floated downward.

She rested a hand on his thigh as she wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly as his cock regained its former length. She felt the heat throbbing in her hand and pumped it steadily, not removing it from her sight.

She arched her back lower as her lips widened, then swirled her tongue underneath his cockhead. She heard his first groan, deep and satisfied, as she lowered her wet mouth, wrapping her supple lips around the head as she continued pumping the shaft. Her other hand left his thigh, lowering to her crotch and she started rubbing her clit in a slow circular motion. She needed to cool off just as much as he did.

Her head now bobbed up and down slowly on his shaft, taking another inch in her mouth, then another. She uncontrollably moaned on his cock as her fingers played with her cunt under the water. She came up for air when she attempted to fit his entire length in her throat, far too much for her. Her eyes never left his cock as she dove on top of it once more, bobbing her head on his cock as her hand moved to his balls and started to fondle them. His groans made her work faster and suck harder. She felt his palms on the back of her head, gently pushing her as she worked his cock.

She looked up at him and met his eyes looking down on her as she moaned harder from her self-pleasure, eyebrows rising as she did. Her tongue played under his shaft as she tried once more to take his dick to the base, missing it by inches. His groans came shallower and quicker as she felt his nuts churning.

She picked up the pace on her own pleasure, getting closer and closer as she sloppily bobbed on his massive cock. Her eyes shut tight and groaned with six inches of meat in her mouth, her orgasm flushing through her body when she felt Talos pulling her head from his manhood. Not missing a beat, Alanna brought the hand pleasuring his balls quickly to his shaft and pumped tight and fast as he erupted.

His cum blasted her in the face just as she reopened her eyes, covering her in five thick ropes. With her lips still parted, she tasted his juice drip onto her tongue before she could close them. The remaining, less powerful, shots landed on her neck and breasts as she moaned in sympathy with his. She kept pumping him until she was sure he was done cumming, then lowered her mouth down onto his waning shaft and sucked him clean.

–

The pair slept together in the tent that night, uncaring of the brutal world around them. Alanna’s head lay on Talos’ chest while his arm was wrapped around her, curling her body to his. She wore only her panties to bed, satisfied that she survived one more day without losing herself.

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Greetings, welcome to Chapter Two of Marginal Life.

This chapter picks up right where the first leaves off. If you haven’t read chapter one, I suggest you go do so first. No, seriously, what are you still doing here, this won’t make any sense otherwise.

To the rest of you, to everyone that read and/or rated chapter one, and is now back for more. Thanks for the support, it made my day to see that little red H next to the story, even if it was only for an afternoon.

For those looking for more worldbuilding, I ask for patience. Chapter three will go in depth on how magic works.

As before, comments are welcome. I really would like to know what you find lacking, or want to see more of.

I hope you continue to enjoy reading the story, I’m certainly learning a lot writing it.

-Mach Ex Anima, August 2016

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

We’re under attack. Marge’s bridge is in chaos. Alarms scream for Stefan’s attention. The chainsaw on lookout warns of incoming from off the bow. The wood chipper at tactical yells of an assault from below. The cat at security yowls of intruders. At my own station, I… What?

It’s too strange, even for me. The dream breaks. With a muffled groan I pry open eyes heavy with too much sleep. Less than a foot above me, Stefan’s snoring drones away. Its strength so incredible, I’m surprised it didn’t wake me sooner. That I so easily incorporated it into my now fading dream. Under the racket I giggle. There’s a reason Marian and I sleep in our own quarters.

Drifting, half awake, I contemplating moving. The wall clock proclaims we’ve been asleep for over ten hours. Me I understand, I needed the time to recover. His exhaustion is more worrying. Does my episode lie at its root, or something else? Unsure which is worse. Too much thought for first thing in the morning.

Sometime during the night I had rolled off to his side, snuggling in tightly. The contact feels amazing. Like a living pillow, radiating warmth and comfort. Protection from any external threat. Despite the racket. Licking my lips, I grimace. Perhaps something to silence the noise is in order. Revenge for waking me, but also appreciation for last night. And to replace the dry, gritty taste of sleep with a better flavour. Stretching slightly to loosen my muscles, I reach for his morning stiffness. Already savouring the upcoming banquet, I-

Eww.

Hand suddenly sticky, instantly wide awake, I flinch back from the contact. Memory surfaces, of passing out as we finished. Hyper aware of my own messy state, all plans are destroyed by one all consuming thought: Shower. NOW.

No time for stealth. Sliding away and off the bed, I shiver at the loss of his heat. Padding into the bathroom, his snoring continues unchanged. Guess I’m showering alone. Triggering the spray, I start to scrub vigorously. It’s time to take stock.

Past the stickiness, I feel good. Really, really good. Rarely do I wake still ready for company. Risking my calm, I try directness. I had sex. Really, really great sex. I enjoyed myself, our time together. Three times even. So far so good. Unusually, I enjoyed his attentions to my core. My… my… pussy. Barely a hesitation. Huh. My first thoughts this morning were for more. Definitely rare. Almost unheard of.

Cautiously, I visualize my mental pool. Is there something that reflects my continued calm? Something different? While the pool’s level is far from recovered, the underlying stone feels denser, more permanent. The faint hint of carvings adorn the stone, some long branching motif. Roots maybe? Or some kind of vine? The water ripples. A strange light catches my attention, a candle floating in the center of the pool.

My calm trembles. Fire means an episode. No. It’s too soon. They’re never this close together. Panic closes in, digging at my calm. Frantically I try to start my routine. Try to breathe. Come up with a project to work on. Keep the focus in check. Breathe! Can’t let myself wander. Not the harness. Lasse wants better cold storage, maybe that? Breathe damnit! Is Fate trying to destroy me? Maybe I can-

Arms circle me from behind. I shriek, my mental pool surging in a sudden explosion of fright. Adrenaline pounding, I instinctively shove back, slamming my attacker against the shower wall. Or at least try to. Outweighing me by quite a bit and steady while I am off balance, Stefan merely sways. Peering over my shoulder, worry evident on his face.

“Jaya? You okay? You left the door open. Did you not want company?”

A mental glance, the candle is gone. Vanished as if it never existed. The pool stills, waves settling. His presence distracting me, dissipating the panic. His words register. Had I left the door open? I had. On purpose? Seems so. Had I wanted company? Yes. Do I still? Yes. Yes I do.

Weak from sudden relief, the rush of adrenaline passing as fast as it came on, I sag against him. Laughing quietly, hysteria lending it a jagged edge. His tense muscles a clue that he is ready to surrender the shower, leaving me to myself. To ride out yet another of my “moods.” All it will gebze escort take is the right – or wrong – word.

“No… no, wait.” A deep breath. “I did.” Stronger. “I do. I was just… thinking.”

He’s not convinced. Many a morning have I vanished, both quietly and… not. Very rarely staying this long. Today, I want him to stay. Need him to. A plan takes shape. I slap my washcloth to his chest as the first step.

“Wash. Don’t think I’m done with you. I need you nice and clean.” Time to switch tracks. “You still have that jerky from Golddale?”

“Yes?” Though I can tell the question has thrown him, he instinctively answers what was to be my next query. “It’s in the left chest, to the back.”

Smiling to myself, I hop from the shopper. Almost skipping as I head towards his quarters. Not that I would ever do such a thing.

As ever, his cabin is orderly. Clean. Almost too clean. A small bed, two storage chests, and a desk the only furniture. A light carpet softens the bite of an otherwise cold metal floor. Very few personal effects, Stefan isn’t one for souvenirs. A small framed photograph hanging centrally above the bed clearly the focus. The expensively produced monochrome depicting Marian and I standing to either side of Stefan. Taken just after Marian finished her Doctorate, when she joined us on Marge. That puts it just over eight years ago. In it we’re smiling, a happy Bond reunited.

Focus. Keep on target. Remember the plan. I find the food quickly, exactly where he said it would be. The leather pouch is still sealed, a layer of wax over a simple drawstring. Gold leaf proclaims it the best assortment of game to ever breathe smoke. Perfect. Dripping a reasonable amount of water on his carpet, I head back.

When I return, he’s washing at a leisurely pace, face an impassive mask. He missed my excitement, or thought it a ruse. He thinks I bolted. As excuses go, it would have been a good one. The mask muting the pain I caused him, or at least trying to. Even knowing me as well as he does, he still blames himself when I run off.

Time to stop that right now, thank you.

“I told you, I have plans. Breakfast first.”

My voice is light, teasing. Startling him, surprise banishing his mask. Washing more quickly now, a smile tugging at the edges.

“My mistake. I’ll be clean in a moment, oh breakfast planner.”

Much better. Grinning, I grab his razor from the sink cabinet. A slice easily breaking the wax seal. A simple tug, and I’m in. The rich aroma of wood smoke and spices fills the already steamy air, drawing a grumble from both our stomachs. Probably shouldn’t have missed dinner. Fishing out a piece of something dark, I begin to snack.

“Mmm. Their reputation is well deserved.” Another piece, something light this time. “This is incredible.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Smirking, I chew, openly taunting. Watching his eyes light up, I know we’re good to go. I Dodge a sudden playful swipe, the small room offering little in the way of escape. Time to advance the plan. I twist, pretending to slip. His quick reflexes easily catch me, pulling me against his chest to prevent a fall. A carefully orchestrated swing of my arm keeps the pouch from a soaking. Or at least tries to.

A breathy giggle, instantly muffled as I slap my free hand to my mouth. Please Luck, let him not have heard that. I feel him shift behind me, his grip feathering. Uh oh.

Barely an instant to brace before I’m giggling hysterically, his tickling merciless in its execution. Decades of experience have left him with far too too much knowledge of my weak points.

“No no no he he he he…” Squirming frantically under his touch.

“Mercy… Mercy…” Breathless.

“Please…” No sign of stopping.

“I give… I give… ” Waving the pouch.

Relief.

Triumphant, he snags the pouch from my loosened grip. I sag to the floor, exhausted from my ordeal, still giggling breathlessly. I vow revenge while trying to breath. A couple minutes and several anatomically unwieldy curses later, I feel a tap to my head. Drawing my gaze upward, tracing it up along his wet form, I tilt my head in a question.

“Peace?”

Offering a chunk of meat, chewing one of his own. I pretend to consider, then tilt my head back, allowing him to feed me. Hmm. A little slimy, the pouch definitely suffered from the spray. Still tasty though.

Holding up my hands, he easily uses one arm to pull me to my feet. I perch on a small side shelf, normally intended to store soaps and such. As small as I am, it easily works as a chair. With him continuing to hand feed me, we split the rest of the pouch. Chatting of nothing important, enjoying the food. As breakfasts go, it’s not bad.

Recovered from my second bout with hysteria (the second happily overwriting the first), hunger banished, the still warm shower cascading over me, Stefan’s presence solid and nurturing, I feel… content. From my tiny seat, life feels manageable. Easy. Right. Happy.

The feeling passes. Not from shattered calm or external events, but in the face gümüşhane escort of sudden ravenous hunger. Heat blooming, I Need. The plan must continue. Sporting a predatory grin, I lunge from the shelf, grabbing for his thighs. Pushing to indicate where I want him. Curious, he bends, swapping positions with me in a narrow little dance. Just managing to sit on the small shelf I vacated. I kneel, pushing open his legs and settling them to either side of me. Now at the perfect height for my goal.

I hear him mutter under his breath. It sounds like he’s planning a duty roster. Quite a distracting topic. My grin grows: he knows me well. Moving in, I lick my lips. This is it. What I’ve craved since wakening. I draw him fully into my mouth. His cock still fully soft, his control impressive. I savor the texture. Soft, rubbery, pliant. With one hand I cup his sack, lightly brushing at the fragile orbs within. Shocked silent, his arousal surges with impressive force, plowing through to my throat as he lengthens. I relax, gulping at him as he hardens. Now solid, unyielding. I marvel at the transition. At the rarity of experiencing the full change. At the huge differences.

His unique flavour quickly overtakes the clean non-taste of the shower. Cinnamon, peat, and brine mix with the lingering aroma of our breakfast. A heady combination. Slightly lightheaded, I bobble back and forth. His sudden groan incentive to focus, to really work.

Move back, suck on the head, tongue sliding over the tip. Stroke the shaft. Move in, take as much as I can, draw him towards my throat. My tongue ever moving, tickling the underside. Over and over again, a steady rhythm. The water cascading down, a warm rain. Stefan’s eyes closed, rapture evident. My other hand busy, eagerly stroking… myself? Subconsciously circling my core, teasing forth the heat building within.

Unintentional, but surprisingly not unwelcome. Pressure building, urgency building. Driving us both ever onward to my goal. To break his control. To have him unmade before me. To reap my reward.

I attack with every trick I’ve learned, years of studying his tells. A lick here, a subtle twist of the skin there. The slightest extra pressure from my lips, carefully avoiding teeth. Dragging forth his pleasure, whether he like it or not.

He does. A sudden touch, hands light on my hair. A tightening of his sack. A slight swelling of his shaft. Signs warning of his climax. I pull back, positioning him just above my tongue, desperately working his shaft.

He explodes. Strongly. Once. Twice. A third time. More softly after that. Coating my tongue, the flavor intense. Uniquely Him, but more. Consumed by it, by him, I shudder through a peak of my own, two fingers stroking deep, curling upwards. Thumb circling near my button. Somehow still making that damn breathy squeak even with my mouth full.

“Yesss…” A hiss from above. “My Jaya…” Barely audible through the shower.

Gathering everything he’s given me, I lean back, eyes closed, savoring the experience. His pleasure. His desire. His seed. His flavour. The waves of my orgasm a counterpoint, adding to the euphoria. Holding the moment as long as I can. Swallowing, a part of him mine forever.

Time passes, drifting. Thoughts empty. Just existing. Tranquil. Immovable. Lifted by strong hands, brought from the floor to a broad chest. His green eyes peer into mine. His glow of satisfaction mirroring my own.

“That was great.”

A statement. His I think? Maybe my own. One echoing the other.

“Do you want to stay longer?”

I tilt my head, puzzled. Do I? Drifting, the question has no meaning. Content, I let him interpret my non-answer as he will.

***

The vigorous rubbing of a plush towel rouses me. How long was I out? At some point he moved us back to the bedroom, and is currently drying both of us. Snagging one end of his large towel, I help as best I can.

“Back with us? You were kind of out of it.”

“I… It was just so… Intense.”

Not sure how to describe it.

“I’ve never just drifted like that. Everything came untethered, like I was flying. I…” Frowning now in concentration.

A tap on my forehead disrupts my chain of thought.

“Hey. Don’t. As long as you enjoyed it. I loved it. Loved being with you. Love having you here.” A slight pause, just long enough to trap my gaze with his own. “Love you.”

I can’t help the goofy grin. Can’t help throwing myself at him, wrapping myself about him, breathing him in deepy. Whispering quietly, with all the conviction of my being.

“I love you too.”

***

The time later than we thought, Stefan soon has to run, back to his own cabin and then on to duty. Shifts for Named crew are often more hectic in port than while in transit, a thousand and one administrative details demanding attention. Most of them Right Now, if not sooner. Not that my job is any easier. Less paperwork, more grease.

Eyeballing the jumpsuit left from yesterday, I feel my lip curl just a bit in disgust. Something from the chest izmir escort instead. A quick search coughs up a pair of shorts and a loose blouse, a pink number with lace sleeves. It belongs to Marian, I’m almost swimming in it. The fabric is light, airy, and so very soft.

Time to go. Mess hall, signal room, then to quarters for my work gear. Turning, I catch a look at the tall mirror. A cute girl stares back. Relaxed, confident, ready for a day on the town.

Is that really me? I look… really good. Normal. Cute. That can’t be me.

That’s not me.

No. No. Focus. It’s just a reflection. Just an image. Don’t do this.

I look like a kid into his mother’s clothes, playing dress up.

No! Can’t I have this? Just for today?

I look absurd.

Ripping at the shirt, tearing the fabric in frantic haste to be rid of it.

I should have known better. Why do I even try? I’m such an idiot.

I need to get out of here, out of this room.

Pulling on the discarded jumpsuit, still barefoot, tears flowing, I flee.

***

Deep breath in. Let it out. Repeat. Focus on the action. Visualize the pool. Feel its calm. Center on it, feel the strength of the stone as my own.

I sit cross legged on my bunk. Doc’s routine calming, stabilizing. She calls it meditation. I call it a way to get on with my life. It takes me half an hour before I feel somewhat centered, ready to work. Hopeful that things might stay neutral for awhile now.

Was the visit too soon after the episode? How much do I risk riding the extremes like this? No way to know. Can’t let it weigh me down. Think later. Visit the Doc if I can. Work now.

Having made my decision, I move. Fresh jumpsuit. Tool vest over that. The icon of a golden wrench beside three vertical silver bars at the collar, indication of my rank. Heavy steel-toed boots. Leather gloves tucked through my belt, next to loops for larger tools. The “official” uniform for a Mechanic.

Suitably armored, I feel like myself. Finally. No more ups and downs. Just me and my tools. And whatever misbehaving mechanica draws my wrath. Stomping, boots suitably loud on the metal decking, I head out.

Turning to head next door, a small stack of paper draws my attention, overflowing my small message box. Tacked to the wall just outside of each crew’s quarters, they’re not intended to hold so much at once. Being out for a week is a great way to get behind on official paperwork. Better take a moment, sort it all out.

Shipping manifest, shipping manifest, receipt for repair, etc. Most of it is routine junk, notifications for things I already know, or don’t need to. Or that Teresa does, not having spent a week asleep. Two letters stand out. And they’re big ones.

The first, a stuffy sounding letter from the Academy, well wishes for my recovery, blah blah blah. The important part buried in the middle: my class has been rescheduled for the day after tomorrow. A bureaucratic miracle.

The second much more immediately important, a simple slip of paper with a short couple of sentences:

“Jaya. See me as soon as you read this. My entire day is clear. Nadia.”

Very strange. Did Luck roll in my favor? Is her mother Fate messing with me yet again? How did the Doc have so much free time, and so fast? Was it Marian? Probably.

Pondering, I finish my trek next door, to my own small absolute domain: the mechanica shop. A place where I can work in peace and quiet, away from any considerations such as-

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM.

My thoughts, running as they were, slam headlong into a wall of sound, Teresa hammering a stubborn metal bracket into shape. The hammering wins. Snickering, I move to see what my assistant is working on. Two of the four main workbenches have their tops covered with various parts, carefully organized. One set appears to be hydraulics for a large door, probably a cargo hatch. On the other, the… huh. The lift spreaders for a skiff? What?

“Get! Into! Position! You! Annoying! FUCK!” Punctuating each word with a smack.

Ah, the battle cry of mechanics everywhere. Satisfied, stepping back to check the angles, she finally notices my amused presence, jumping with an “eep.” Somehow managing to not look completely embarrassed. A trick I wish I could pull off when in the same circumstances.

“Jaya! I wasn’t expecting you. Captain messaged you were on leave today.”

Secretly pleased, I wave away mention of Stefan, more interested in the work.

“I am. Needed to hammer something out. Not as literally as you. What is all this anyway?”

“That, ” pointing to one bench, “is the stern cargo ramp’s lower port hydraulic assembly. And that,” swapping to the other, “is the effector from our largest cargo loader. One of Sinem’s flunkies managed to slam one into the other first thing this morning.”

Her irritation is nearly a physical presence. I can feel mine wanting to hop out and join it. Sinem is our Cargomaster, the warrant officer in charge of our holds. Heavy Salamander Marker, which grants her increased physical abilities and a patterning of reddish scales across her face and neck that I think are very cute. Not that I’ll ever admit it. Her main job and largest headache the constant babysitting of the deck crew, those barely trained nameless that sign on for a tour or two. Their main job the organization and movement of our cargo.

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Majutsu-shi no Chikara loosely translates to “Sorcerer’s Power”

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CHAPTER TWELVE: Where Blood Lies

Naenia’s eyes were open before Abhilash moved to kick her awake. The cold, clinging wet of the pre-dawn had invaded the hut where they lay together by the hearth, and Naenia’s nose wrinkled as the hungers of her body growled noiselessly within.

“Up.” Abhilash grunted, righting herself and prodding Naenia’s gray-brown hip with a booted foot.

“Your heat will be on you, without…” Naenia stopped herself, remembering the life she abandoned the night before. “…without the Betrayer’s magic. Keep your womb full, and it will not cloud your mind.”

“Up.” Abhilash kicked again, this time Naenia snarled her pained reply as the younger walked out of the hut without a backward glance.

Rising to her feet, Naenia sniffed deeply, looking at the shrouded human bodies on the narrow bed at the far side of the hearth opposite where she’d slept on the ground. Damon’s face was nestled into Ginga’s hair, his left arm cradling her to him protectively. The two had entered the hut in silent haste, the rasp of their shoes quiet enough but their fear-stink too strong for Naenia to sleep until they had settled onto the bed. The male human, too spent, had pleasured the female with his mouth until her fear-stink washed away in the sweet-almond and cream odor of her climax. Naenia’s mouth had been wet with renewed hunger at that, but the humans quickly fell into snoring sleep — leaving their ork companion in frustrated arousal. Abhilash had masturbated to the sound of their sex; Naenia resisted that temptation.

Now, Naenia regretted the choice, her body’s lust felt to have doubled on waking and it took much of her focus to keep her hands off herself. She followed Abhilash, already halfway to the stream on the far side of the pepper field whose blossoms were beginning to sprout well ahead of season. Naenia wondered at this, for she had not seen what terrors and wonders had accompanied the old wizard’s last storm, but gave no further thought to it as she submerged herself in the icy water and let the chilling current dull her body’s appetite.

“Can you make his cock larger?” Abhilash looked Naenia directly in the eyes as the elder ork surfaced and wiped the water from her face.

“I’ve no skill at changing flesh.” Naenia shook her head. “Some small magic that lets me see the nature of things, bloodlines… and power to command the mind.”

“That was the Betrayer’s trick, I think.” Abhilash scowled, nodding thoughtfully.

“It was.” Naenia shrugged. “It did not let her change flesh.”

“Hmph.” Abhilash snorted, dunking herself back into the water to cool her own ardor before climbing back onto the bank and donning her ill-fitting clothes.

Now, cockerels crowed loudly and goats bleated in the corrals. South-wold was stirring ahead of the dawn, just behind the orks. The cough and snort of distant humans clearing night phlegm, coupled with the muttered cursing and shuffling of two score hungover revelers rose and fell in a sussuration – a tide of autumn leaves stirred by the first cold winds at the last of that season. Weary and wary eyes peered from cowls or doorways, glancing over shoulders and from beneath frowning brows. Already, South-wold was alive with the morning’s business. Cooking fires, drawing water from the stream, and herding goats away to one of the further pastures. Dour, fearful, angry glances flicked over them, whizzed by their faces. A daring few struck them full in the eyes before the humans wielding them blanched and withdrew along with their thorny suspicions.

Abhilash returned to where she’d left Damon sleeping, finding Akuji waiting outside the hut and frowning deeply at her as she approached.

“Bring him to Elder Shaum’s home by sun-up.” Akuji tilted his head toward the doorway, then turned to walk away. “There’s much to discuss.”

She answered with only a grunt of acknowledgment, watching him depart with canny interest. The dark pits beneath his tired eyes aside, Akuji was not ugly for a human. Admitting to herself, Abhilash realized that her taste for flesh had been recently canted toward a particular human male with a similar look. Likely Akuji was not possessed of the same magical seed as Damon, and Abhilash sighed dismissively before ducking back into the hut to rouse the humans slumbering there.

“Get up.” Abhilash kicked the side of the bed, cracking the frame and causing the whole construction to sag toward her with the weight of its occupants. “Sun-up, be at Old Shaum’s hut.”

For no reason beyond the sound of it in her ears, Abhilash gave a crooked grin. Damon and Ginga, however, were startled awake; fumbling about to untangle themselves from blankets, bedding, and each other.

“What in the hells?” Damon trabzon escort groaned, finally standing and rubbing sleep from his eyes. Abhilash noted the identical smudges beneath his dark eyes that made him look more like his father as he squinted at her.

“Didn’t need to break the damn bed.” Ginga snarled, pulling her dress over her body and cinching her belt high around her waist. “And a fine morning to you.”

Abhilash had only a few moments to admire Ginga’s bare form again. She was small, smaller than Damon (which might be why he chose her, or she him), but her body had healthy fat from years of plenty and strong muscles honed by the labors yielding such a surplus. The width of her hips was a bit wider than Damon’s, perhaps, which meant she could straddle him easily and would likely birth her young more easily than a female with a narrower frame. In all, Abhilash found Damon’s tastes to be adequate (as far as human flesh was concerned). If Abhilash had not known better, she would have thought Ginga’s teats already swollen with milk. They could well be the same size as Abhilash’s own breasts — but on the smaller human they looked gigantic and cumbersome. The she-ork licked her lips and stared at each of the humans for several moments until some other thought took her attention.

“Shaum’s, you said?” Damon pulled his tunic and breeches on, tying his shoes on his feet and glancing up to the nodding she-ork.

Naenia was now standing outside, leaning near the edge of the doorway and looking in with muted interest. Her hand idly stroked low across her stomach, eyes unfocused and staring at a low angle through the wall opposite.

“By sun-up.” Abhilash stooped to recover the Thirsty Blade. “Not long.”

Nodding, the male rubbed his eyes again and looked toward the entrance. Naenia met his gaze, then glanced up to the distant mountains and the shafts of morning streaking high overhead.

“Now.” Naenia turned her gaze back to Damon and huffed with boredom or irritation. Where orks were concerned, it seemed to be either… or both.

“Get something to eat.” Damon leaned down to kiss a very irritated-looking Ginga, her blue-gray eyes narrowing at him dangerously as she caught his wrist in her hand.

“You’ll not be rid of me, Damon.” Ginga stood, marching with imperious purpose toward Shaum’s home and dragging Damon behind her. “I’m sure one of your servants can manage to bring us something.”

With a roll of his eyes, Damon matched the angry stomping gait and shook his head.

“They’re not servants, Ginga. You know that.” Whether genuine or not, his chuckle garnered a growling rebuke from the woman leading him to Elder Shaum’s.

“Your brood mares, then.” After that, Damon thought better than to risk offending Ginga any further — her tone biting much the way he imagined of an ork’s tusks.

Abhilash left the hut, looking Naenia up and down.

“Well, brood mare?” Abhilash gurgled orkish laughter. “Best follow.”

“And you?” Naenia stood away from the doorway, Abhilash having pushed by. “What are you, if not another of his seed-wives?”

“A war-chief.” Abhilash gestured with the sword in her hand. “And bearer of a magic blade.”

“First among seed-wives?” Naenia smirked, turning to follow Damon. “Best we both follow, then.”

“Go rut a troll.” Abhilash snarled at Naenia’s back.

Naenia offered no response, keeping her eyes and shoulders fixed on the path that followed Damon’s scent until she could see him again — just before Ginga dragged him inside what Naenia recognized as Shaum’s home.

…

“You’re a sorcerer, I think.” Prende wrinkled her nose, eyes refocusing on Damon’s face, as honeyed-red brows knit back and forth and her full lips quirked to one side in thought.

“We all knew that.” Naenia grunted, standing near the door and watching with guarded interest. “He has magic. You’ve seen it.”

“Well, he’s not a sorcerer like Matta.” Prende defended her judgment, her fingers smoothing the alien fabric covering her as if to soothe herself. “His magic looks separate, like one of Matta’s spells.”

“How can that be?” Nurcan, seated between Shaum and Akuji, watched from the far side of the hearth as Prende studied Damon for several moments.

All the introductions, however contrived, had been made in South-wold’s traditional way. Each person entering Shaum’s home greeted by the youngest member of the household, directed as to where they could sit, and offered cha to refresh themselves. Naenia had accepted the cha, but declined to sit. Abhilash had declined even the proffered cha. Damon, Ginga, and Prende were arranged where children usually sat on the floor near the hearth just left of the entrance to the house. Abhilash positioned herself near Damon, slanting her hip and reaching up to grip the edge of the loft overhead. The blade she held more like a cane, the point sinking half a finger-length into the packed earth of the floor beneath tunceli escort the mats. Naenia remained near the door after quaffing her cha in one swallow.

…

“More importantly,” Nurcan leaned forward where she sat, Damon feeling slightly dizzy from the buffeting voices seeking his attention, “how does he control it, and not it control him?”

“Questions for another time.” Akuji’s voice, a soft bark, caught the room to quiet as he stood. “Damon cannot stay, and Prende has already called out this doom-song of Matta’s. We have not the boon of time for all we ought. I’ll see to your provision. Ask what questions and learn what lessons ye can — but know you cannot remain the night.”

As much proclamation as warning, Damon saw fresh sorrow in his father’s face. In spite of it, Akuji gave him a curt nod of the head before begging leave from the elder of the house. Before Shaum could so much as wave, the Head-Elder of South-wold left them. His voice drifted backward, calling a few able hands away from their duties.

Shaum grumbled and spit, his wrinkled face twisted by rancid ill-ease.

“He is right.” Scratchy, crooked words and a spare, bony hand gesture put Nurcan aback. “The Tower knows… if not all, enough. If they have not put their great and terrible minds to it, they will… and then what?”

…

“What can we teach him quickly?” Nurcan turned to the nymph.

“Little.” Prende shrugged. “And much.”

Their conversation became a hushed, hurried exchange — cut liberally through by the callous or uncouth remarks of the she-orks among them. With each question, each answer: a handful of contradictions — swirling interruptions about the differences between humans, orks, fae, and others. Damon could practice magic, but he would have to learn how to perceive it. That much, at least, they could agree upon. Naenia claimed to “squint” to see the ethereal. Nurcan “relaxed and tilted” her gaze… Prende was no help, as she claimed to always be perceiving the wave-like aether — further claiming it was called mana or ki, depending on mortal proclivities, and that all such names were ultimately inadequate.

“Matta said that all spells require movement, music, and mind.” Nurcan said, at length. “Or the movements of hands, feet, and body; the chanting, singing, or speaking of the spell; and the absolute focus of the will to draw the needed energies from Beyond.”

“Beyond?” Damon asked, perhaps for the third or fourth time.

“The other side…” Prende gave him a gentle smile, touching his arm in effort to reassure him (he hoped), “beyond the boundary of this reality and into another… or many others.”

“And no two spells are alike?” Damon’s eyes hurt from trying to relax, tilt, and squint all at once. “How do they teach magic in the Guild?”

“Rote and measures, methinks.” Nurcan pouted, stroking a hand through her hair and trying to forget Prende’s constant, pressing aura. “Just as we learn to speak the same tongues, mend fences, fell trees… but the slipperiness of magic is the dangerous bit.”

“Practice is good.” Naenia nodded, before patting her stomach once. “Luck is good. Gut is good.”

“Gut?” Ginga quirked her brows in confusion.

“Feeling.” Nurcan gave an amendment, looking up to the gray she-ork to confirm it. “Gut feeling?”

“Mph.” Naenia nodded.

“Magic follows patterns easily enough.” Nurcan shook her head, gesturing and making a low humming sound.

With a tepid flourish little more than turning her hand, Nurcan conjured a pale glowing orb of light, no bigger than a ripe apple and barely brighter than a candle.

“Always start small.” The crone’s effort pulled taut across her face, sweat welling on her skin. “Be slow, and cautious.”

The orb dwindled, shrinking to the size of a knuckle-bone, then grew to the size of Nurcan’s head — still no brighter than before. Releasing the orb and a labored gasp, Nurcan panted to catch her breath. The orb faded into nothingness in moments.

“And practice.” Prende smiled. “If you focus your mind to a single goal; this one spell could find its boundaries drawn only by your ability to reason.”

“That’s wild-magic.” Shaum wagged an admonishing, crooked finger toward the nymph. “You would have him burst a-flame, as Jyran did.”

“Jyran was murdered, da.” Nurcan patted her father’s shoulder gently. “I told you, they saw the evidence of it, where they found him.”

“Jyran was murdered?” Ginga’s shock levered her mouth and eyes from their fixed stare.

“By Matta’s assassin, belike.” Nurcan nodded. “Prende and Matta sussed it out, then. Bid me tell no-one.”

“Shh.” Naenia lifted her hand to silence everyone, her head tilted to the side such that a pointed ear was angled out the doorway. “Does anyone else hear that?”

…

Goats shrieked in unison, scattering before their goatherds to trample baskets, chickens, or wayward small children. What birds remained in uşak escort the fields picking at the abundant growth, now took wing in droves to sweep and turn northward. A distant horn-call moaned through South-wold, now catching the ears of its defenders.

Already gathered at the urging of Naenia, the humans arranged in small groups with hatchets, axes, staves, and spears to prepare for the coming troll. Her warning had been sudden, enraged, her gray-brown skin flushing dark with blood-lust. She had near dragged Akuji to the southern fields and pointed directly toward the small cloud of dust slowly growing larger or nearer to the southeast.

“That.” She’d answered Akuji at last, waiting for the human to shade his eyes and stare into the distance at a threat he couldn’t see, listening to a sound he couldn’t hear. “One ork… followed by a troll.”

Abhilash had followed more slowly, not near so bound as Naenia to South-wold’s defense as her “cousin”. She could hear the sound easily enough, admitting to Damon that Naenia spoke true of the approaching danger but offering little by way of details.

Grudgingly, Akuji accepted these warnings and marshaled all able bodies to arms. The children were gathered, screaming and mute alike, into huddled shelter inside several of the larger family houses. Grimly waiting, two-dozen flesh statues peered through a haze of dust that sped toward them.

“Take your defenders behind those buildings. If we cannot stop it, here, then you will need your spears. Gather what pitch or grease you can, and ready to burn the body to ashes.” the she-ork jutted her chin, directing Akuji back into the village.

Another hesitation from the villagers before Akuji turned to shout orders to his fellows. Far from reluctant to withdraw from the threat of a charging troll, most of the humans still gave suspicious scowls to the orks — in spite of the proximity of the nymph, whose presence seemed dimmed and small.

“You, nymph.” Nurcan grabbed the slight fae’s arm, pulling herself before Prende rather than turning the nymph toward her. “Can you slay the troll?”

“I can try to calm it.” Prende pouted in deep thought, eyes focused on the horizon. “Or, maybe drive it mad with heat?”

“It is already mad.” Naenia barked over her shoulder toward the fae, not bothering to turn her head. “My d… cousin can slay the thing.”

“Let a sorcerer slay it.” Abhilash snorted, tapping the flat of her sword on her shoulder and giving Damon a sneering smile. “What say you, Damon? Will you kill the troll?”

He gripped the borrowed axe in his hands, jaw tight with fear or loathing he did not know.

“I wouldn’t know how to begin.” he grumbled sidelong, a shameful blush in his cheeks.

…

Tuwile panted, listening closely to the thudding rhythm of troll-stride behind him. It had gained much in the night, but was still more than a hundred paces lagging. Sweat poured from Tuwile’s flesh like sap, the thin rivers long dried in the night and his strength a shadow of what it had been after days pursuing goblins and now a full night running ahead of this damnable troll. He had called what warning he dared. It had been a reckless choice, as the troll had taken interest and increased its pace to harry him further with the promise of brutal dismemberment or worse.

When the troll had started growling to itself in the feral way of troll speech, Tuwile had felt the first shivering of real fear. Not even a moon had passed that he was free of the Betrayer’s touch, and he was hounded through the night by a troll.

The shacks and huts of South-wold disappeared behind the last hill before he would reach the outer fields — fields that had been barren or fallow on the night of the raid, now choked with sprouts and stalks of a variety Tuwile found alien.

He had seen Abhilash and the Betrayer standing with a human and the fae-creature in those fields, waiting. Their presence had been encouraging, until the troll seemed to notice something else on the wind.

Trumpeting a deep cry that shook in Tuwile’s bones, the troll quickened into a reckless charge.

Tuwile broke into a sprint, leaning further forward as he lunged uphill and crested the last rise. The feverish stink of troll was all around him, the quaking earth threatening to spill him from his feet as the beast closed behind him too quickly. More than a full bow-shot from the fields, he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet — the sun and earth spinning wildly around him as flames ran up his back where jagged tusks had ripped flesh and snapped bone.

He hit the ground on his left side and tumbled, spraying dirt and blood all around.

The troll ran forward, the ork wholly forgotten.

…

Damon watched with cold fascination as the running ork, swift as a galloping horse, was bowled-through by the troll and knocked into the air like a child’s doll. His arms felt like leaden weights, and he fought to keep himself from shaking.

“Now, Abhilash.” Naenia hissed, tilting herself forward and leaping into a full-on run.

“What do I…?” Damon stopped, for Abhilash hadn’t even acknowledged Naenia’s command — only obeyed with an equal swiftness.

“We do nothing.” Prende moved closer to him. “Except wait.”

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Milly groggily opened her eyes. Her whole body felt strange, not so much pain, but almost like the remnants of pain. She instantly felt the panic of waking and not recognizing where you were. This had happened to her before when she had slept over at a friend’s house, and she waited for recognition to come to her, but it didn’t. Not right away at least. It wasn’t until she saw the snoozing man beside her that she remembered what had happened. She had been shot! The man who she was now laying in bed with had pulled a gun on her last night and shot her right in the chest.

Milly looked down to discover that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her bra was still on, though, as was everything else, except her shoes. She looked down to examine her chest where she was sure she had been shot, but there was nothing there. She ran her fingers over the area, but couldn’t detect any scar or anything. Then she saw something just as mysterious as her unblemished flesh. On her upper arm there was a dark blue mark, the perfect shape of a hand.

Milly couldn’t remember anything after being shot, except for a hand squeezing her arm in the exact spot where the mark was now. It almost looked like a tattoo in a way. Milly touched it gently with the tip of her finger, and a gently vibration ran up her arm. Milly quickly pulled her finger away and stared down a the mark with shock and horror. What had this man done to her?

One thing was for certain, she wasn’t going to sit around for him to wake up so she could ask. She as gently as she could slid out of the huge four-poster bed. There was no sign of her shirt anywhere, but her shoes were lying neatly at the foot of the bed. Milly grabbed them, but didn’t bother wasting time putting them on. All she cold think about was getting away before he woke up. He must be a mad man.

He must have drugged her. She probably hallucinated the shooting, but even so, he kidnapped her out of Alex’s apartment and drugged, which made him just as much a lunatic and just as dangerous as if he actually had shot her. She opened the dark mahogany door, praying it wouldn’t squeak or anything. It was silent, but just in case, Milly only opened it a fraction, squeezing through the small hole.

She found her self in a sort of sitting room. This room was just as dark as the bedroom, with dark chocolate wood furniture and dark red and blue cushions. Milly only got cursory glance at the room, what she saw from her peripheral vision as she made a beeline for the first door she saw.

This door took her too a hallway. She knew that this was a rich, big house from the size and style of the two rooms she had just been in, but she hadn’t thought much of it until she stepped into the hallway. The hallway was endlessly long, and filled with so many doors that looked exactly the same. This was definitely a house that one could get lost in, which wasn’t good for Milly.

The hallway going either left or right looked the same, so Milly randomly turned right and hoped that it would lead her to an exit. At the end of the hall there were two turns, both again looking to be the same direction.

Milly started to panic. This was no ordinary house, she knew. She felt like she was in a horror movie, or an awful nightmare. It would be a never-ending escape attempt for her. She would keep turning and keep running, but all the halls would end up being the same.

Just as she was starting to panic, she made another turn and came upon a grand staircase. She felt silly for thinking that this was some cursed, never-ending house. It was just a regular house, and her kidnapper was just a regular man. She could escape, the door was right there in front of her.

The staircase was white and marble urfa escort and huge. Milly started running down it, her socks making very little noise as she ran, her shoes still in her hand. The door was large and grand. She was so close. Once outside she could make a break for it. Surely there was a street around there somewhere.

“And what do we have here?” Milly screamed at the voice behind her. Her whole body jumped and she instinctively turned around to look at who had spoken to her. It was a man, but not the one she had expected. Not the one she had woken up in bed with this morning.

The man looked to be in his thirties. Though there was nothing outright scary about his appearance, the way he was lecherously looking at her chest gave him the look of an evil villain.

Milly glanced at the man and back at the door. She might just be able to make it to the door and get it open before he caught her, she thought. She made a break for it, but almost instantly his arms were around her stomach. How had he caught her so fast? She wondered, even as she screamed out and tried to elbow his stomach.

The man laughed, and Milly hated the feel of his arms touching the bare chest of her stomach. Her bra wasn’t super skimpy, but she knew that her could see down the cups from the position he held her in from behind.

All of a sudden, the man was no longer touching her. Milly, mid-struggle, found herself suddenly kicking and elbowing nothing but air, and she fell uncoordinatedly to her butt.

“Get out of my house!” she heard a voice yell. Milly swiveled her head around to see who was talking and recognized her kidnapper. He was standing furiously over the man who had grabbed her, who was sprawled out on the floor.

The man quickly scrambled to his feet and stood cowering before her kidnapper’s anger. “If you ever, lay a hand on her again, I will kill you,” he said, sternly and finitely.

“I’m sorry,” the man hurried to apologize, “I didn’t realize—”

“Get out!” her kidnapper shouted pointing to the door, and the other man quickly obliged. Milly knew the reaction was completely unreasonable, but the way he stood up for her made her feel sort of gooey inside.

She and her kidnapper were then alone, and he turned to look at her, slowly stalking toward her. Milly quickly stood up before him, looking at his face uncertainly.

“Why did you leave my bedchamber, Alexandra?” he asked her.

His voice and stance and appearance were all very intimidating. He stood with his hands behind his back, with the confidence of the rich and powerful. His face was all hard planes, and he even had a roguishly handsome scar running from his ear to his jaw. His eyes were black, as were his neatly trimmed hair and straight eyebrows. His voice was deep and rich and self-assured. This was definitely a man who was used to giving orders and getting his way.

“What?” was all Milly was able to sputter out. She thought of her own appearance next to this man. She was tiny and much too skinny, absolutely no match for his hard, muscular strength. While he was perfectly dressed with his hair combed and everything in perfect order, she stood huddled before him with no shirt, her hair in messy disarray.

“I asked you why you left my room,” though his voice was strong and masterful, Milly almost thought she detected a note of gentle indulgence in it.

“You called me Alexandra,” she stammered out, confused. Was Alexandra in some sort of trouble? Did this man mistake her for her friend?

“Yes.”

Milly shook her head. “You have the wrong person,” she quickly explained. Perhaps he didn’t want her after all, and would simply let her go once he realized sivas escort the mistake. This had nothing to do with her. “I’m not Alexandra. You have the wrong person,” she stated again.

The man looked at her curiously now. Taking a few steps forward. Milly fought the urge to step back away from him as he got closer, not wanting to anger him or to seem excessively frightened.

“Not the wrong person, the wrong name,” he told her stroking her cheek with his finger. Milly’s heart stopped at the words, and this time she did step back.

“What do you want with me?” her voice was jello.

“What is your name?” he asked her, letting her keep the few paces between them.

Milly didn’t answer at first. Should she tell him her name? Could it hurt her any worse if he knew her name?

While Milly was debating this, Quinn grew impatient. “Tell me your name.” This time his voice held a harsher demand, making Milly’s breath catch in fear.

“Milly,” she complied instantly, not wanting to upset him.

“I’m Quinn,” he told her, holding out his hand. Milly placed her hand in the offered on, and the large fist swallowed her small one up as he gently shook it.

“What do you want with me?” Milly asked again.

“Sweet Milly,” Quinn said, pulling her to him by her hand. He held her gently and firmly against his chest, and laid his head against her hair. “You are mine now. You will stay here with me.”

***

“Urgh,” Alex yelled in frustration, picking up the spoon and hurling it against the wall. “Why won’t it work?” she demanded of Jasper, who had been patiently sitting by her side for the last hour, trying to coach her into using her telekinetic powers to move the spoon.

“You can’t just wave your hand and expect the spoon to move,” Jasper explained to her, “You have to actually move the spoon.”

“If you say that to me one more time, I’m going to use my telekinetic powers to blow your head up,” she threatened him, making Jasper laugh.

“Like you could,” he teased her, and Alex kicked him in the shin. She was frustrated and tired of staring at a spoon, and she was starting to get a headache from all the concentrating she was trying to do.

“Maybe we should take a break from telekinesis, it is obviously not your strong point,” Jasper told her.

“But you said this was the easiest thing,” Alex whined to him, “If I suck at this, I must suck at everything else.”

Jasper laughed and petted her hair. “Stop pouting,” he told her, “I said it is usually the easiest thing for most mages, but everyone is different. Some witches are especially good at telekinesis and some are good at healing or working with nature. The important thing is just to start small and work from there.”

“Well can we try something else, I’m obviously not getting this,” she complained.

“Well, since the first thing you ever did was pass your body through the floor, perhaps we should try something along those lines,” Jasper said.

“Okay, I’m game,” Alex quickly complied, willing to try anything that didn’t have to do with that stupid spoon again.

“Alright,” Jasper said. He held out his hand and the little silver spoon that had given Alex so much grief before flew into it. He held it out to her. “Okay I’ll hold the spoon, and you try and pass your hand through it.”

Alex stared at him in disbelief. “What is your obsession with the spoon?” she demanded, grabbing it out of his hand. “I hate this spoon,” she said angrily, flinging it at his head. The spoon hit Jasper right in his forehead before bouncing off and landing on the ground.

Jasper looked at her with an expression of complete exasperation, and Alex burst out laughing. tekirdağ escort “Stop laughing, Alex,” Jasper told her, which of course only made her laugh harder. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she clutched her stomach with her rolling laughter. Jasper watched her as her laughter died into bursts of giggles, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Are you under control?” he asked her when she finally looked back at him with a big grin on her face.

“I think so. It was just the look on your face.”

“Are you ready to try now?” he asked her.

“Yes. Just keep that spoon out of my sight,” she said.

“Okay, then try to pass your hand through the counter,” he said, looking to the first thing that caught his eyes.

Alex gently held her hand out and pressed against the solid surface. “You can’t be afraid of it,” Jasper told her.

“I’m not afraid of it,” Alex told him. She lifted her hand in the, and with unfounded confidence brought it down in a karate chop on the table, trying to picture her hand going straight through it. Instead though, it hit the solid surface. “Owww” Alex yelped, grabbing her hurt hand and cradling it against her chest.

“The spoon would have hurt you like that,” Jasper told her, and Alex glared at him.

***

“What are you talking about?” Milly asked hesitantly, stiffening in Quinn’s arms. She wanted to pull away, but didn’t dare to.

Quinn pulled back slightly from his soul mate so that he could look in her eyes. “You’re mine, Milly.” He told her gently. He kissed forehead, then scooped her up into his arms.

Milly wasn’t sure how to react, what to do. The man must be insane, she thought. There was an insane man carrying her in his arms, taking her to who knows where. Milly’s arms hung limply at her sides as the man carried her. He started up the stairs when Milly looked over his shoulder. She noticed her shoes lying in the middle of the empty marble floor. Her old sneakers looked so out of place and lonely lying there in the immaculate entrance hall.

“I left my shoes,” Milly said without thinking. Quinn looked down at her face and back to where they had stood moments before. All of a sudden, the shoes flew off the ground and were in his hands.

Milly started, staring disbelievingly at her shoes. “What was that?” she shouted, struggling in his grasp.

“Relax, Milly,” Quinn told her, holding her tightly as she struggled. “I’m a mage, wizard, whatever you want to call it. I have magical powers.”

Milly stared at him like he was crazy, despite what she had just seen. “It’s okay, Milly,” he reassured her, “You have nothing to fear from me.” Despite his words, though, Milly wasn’t feeling quite so reassured.

“You’re a wizard?” she asked him, her voice incredulous.

“You sound as though you don’t believe me,” he said, and suddenly his arms were no longer around her. Milly braced herself for the fall, but nothing came. Instead she was simply floating in the air in front of him. Milly waved her arms as though to grasp onto something, but the effort was needlessly made. Milly wasn’t falling, she was perfectly securely floating.

“I’m flying,” she said in amazement.

Quinn chuckled lightly to himself before pulling her back into his arms. “I told you I have magic.”

Milly let him carry her, and they walked down the hallways that she had been so afraid of earlier. She realized that he was taking her back to the room she had woken up in. “Why me?” she asked him as he carried her. “I still don’t understand what you want with me.”

Quinn looked down into her quizzical little face. He thought briefly about explaining the soul mate thing to her, but something held him back. He didn’t want her to know how much he loved her, how much he needed her, at least not until she loved and needed him back.

“It’s quite simple really,” he told her, “I want a companion, and you are here, so you shall be it.”

“But you came for Alex.”

“You will do.”

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Prelude

Lara had been such a cocktease; and it’s probably what ended up saving her life in the end.

She was 29, dirty blond, athletic, with a perfectly proportioned slim figure and gently swaying c-cup breasts.

She had recently discovered how nice it felt to show off her naked form.

And since that day, she would come home from work and put her near-perfect body on display to the geeky group of roommates who lived across the way.

It had started innocently enough one afternoon a few weeks earlier.

She had sprinted naked across her apartment to get to her phone. She had not realized that the venetian blinds had been left drawn-up by her house cleaner earlier that day.

The phone call had lasted for over half an hour and she had paced back and forth in front of her windows unaware of the show she was giving to her nerdy neighbors. She was in the heat of an argument with her most recent former boyfriend and spoke unaware that 5 pairs of eyes were following her every move.

When she finally hung up, a cluster of 10 bright spots of reflected sunlight attracted her attention in the windows across the way.

She shrieked in horror realizing that her blinds were raised and that she was standing stark naked in front of the light reflection created by five pairs of glasses.

She immediately ran into her bathroom to get her bathrobe and quickly lowered all the shades in her place.

Lara was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated.

Yet, later that night, as she replayed the event for the hundredth time in her mind she brought herself to one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

Sometime during that afternoon, her extreme shame had turned into a powerful aphrodisiac.

The mortification had kept her hot and bothered. The deep heat of humiliation had constricted her breathing and her whole body had been affected as a knot at the pit of her stomach had nagged her for hours.

Exhausted by the tumult of emotions, she made herself an early dinner that she barely touched.

“Tomorrow would be another day,” she tried to convince herself as she jumped in the shower before bed.

After shampooing her hair, she closed her eyes, and… for some reason… the same scene that had humiliated and troubled her so much began playing like a film behind her eyelids. That time, it was an out of body experience of sorts as she saw herself naked through the eyes of the nerds.

As she lathered herself under the warm water, she was surprised to discover how aroused she was.

Every touch sent shivers up her spine.

She could not recall ever being so sensitive.

Her skin felt hot and softer than usual to the touch.

The pressure that had been tightening in her belly had turned to a liquid heat that was spreading through her entire abdomen.

Breathing seemed more difficult.

When her fingers finally reached her most intimate flesh, she was surprised to discover that the molten lava that flowed and coursed through her veins was freely gushing between the silken softness of her labia.

She almost orgasmed upon that first touch and her legs seemed to bow under her weight. She buckled, unprepared for the flood of passion overtaking her being.

She laid herself down on the floor of the tub and flipped the switch of the water tap to fill the bath.

A sudden craving to explore the deepest parts of the nether regions of her anatomy overtook her.

She raised her legs above the edges on each side of the bathtub and opened herself to the needy passion that was overtaking her senses.

There was no delicacy in her actions. Her yearning was such that she needed to cum right away.

She inserted one finger as deeply as she could, as fast as she could. She could not recall ever feeling herself to be so hot and wet.

But one finger was not enough, she needed more.

She pulled it out and inserted two fingers, then three, then four, until she added the thumb into the mix. All five fingers were now pulled together to form a cone pulling at the tender intimate flesh of her very lubricated pussy.

“Ooh!” the stretch felt fantastic and ecstatic.

She was working her thin feminine hand into her soaked pussy up to the knuckles; her mind fixated on the exhibition she had given earlier that day.

As she replayed the entire scene over, she plunged her sticky fingers into her hungry love hole.

She pumped her fingers in and out. Her desire rising and swelling.

She was now flush with lust, unable to breath, holding her breath as her frenzied penetration brought her to the edge.

“Ooh! Oooh! Aaaaw!” she finally let her breath out as her orgasm burst and flowed through her.

Finally, the memory of the ten glares of lights reflecting off the geeks’ glasses sent her over the edge towards the sweet enthralling abyss of corporal bliss.

That same night Lara brought herself off to several more powerful orgasms.

Caught in an infernal self-perpetuating cycle, she kept on mersin escort thinking about the utter shame of her accidental exhibition; that embarrassment would generate a feverish sexual arousal which would then amplify her shame further. And the more disgraced she felt, the more she masturbated… Eventually, she blissfully collapsed out of sheer depletion and physical exhaustion.

The following morning when Lara woke up, a switch had flipped. Somehow, her internal wiring would never be the same again.

She could not get rid of her desire to feel the all-consuming passion that she had experienced the night before.

Over the course of the following days, she began displaying herself to her captive neighborly audience across the street. The humiliating thought of being observed consumed her.

She was timid at first, only “accidentally” dropping a towel after the bath.

But it quickly became a ritual that she would perform several nights a week. She would shower at 8pm after dinner and would walk around wrapped in the terrycloth material for about an hour. Then she would drop her towel to put her night gown before heading to bed.

The thrill of parading around naked with just a towel was enough to fan the flame of her arousal. It drove her insane with lust. An hour later, when she would eventually disrobe for a few seconds to show herself to the gang, her pussy would be overflowing with the gushing juices of her overheated vulva. Lara knew that the geeks were watching her and that knowledge only fed her yearning passions.

She would be in bed by 10 at the latest, but would not fall asleep before bringing herself off to several powerful orgasms.

As the weeks rolled along, Lara became bolder and bolder with her displays.

Gradually, she started extending the time between when she would remove her towel and when she would put on her night wear. The thrill of being exposed for longer period of times driving up her humiliation and thus her excitement.

After a couple of months, Lara graduated to the point where she would completely strip naked from the time she entered her apartment to the time she went to bed in the nude.

The first night that she had stayed naked all evening, she had been so turned on by her exhibitionism that her juices were dripping down her legs. She chose to give her nerdy fans a treat. She put on a naughty show for them and let them witness her masturbation session. She fingered herself while lying on her belly. It was a long and gentle session of self-love, but she knew that the geeks would love the rhythmic humping of her hips and butt. And she was right, to her admires looking in through her window, the naked girl illuminated by the silver light of the moon lying face-down looked as if she was fucking an invisible lover.

Chapter 1

Then, the unthinkable happened.

The Orange Buffoon had done it.

He had pressed the Big Red button and, in the space of an instant, he had broken the World.

Life on Earth would never be the same again.

Within a matter of hours, half of the world’s population disappeared.

As the attacks escalated, all the major cities in the Northern Hemisphere were affected.

Paris, London, Frankfurt, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, Brussels, Amsterdam, Beijing, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Tokyo, the list went on and on. And, in the States, all the major cities were hit.

Lara lived in a small town in Maine, hundreds of miles from any of the major towns.

The town was not directly affected by any of the blasts.

However, radiation poisoning and radiation fall out would eventually affect the entire planet. The outlook for humanity’s survival was bleak.

One of the last action of the decentralized surviving government was to distribute iodine tablets to the survivors.

Then, within a matter of hours, the fabric of society and its rules began to crumble.

As martial law was enacted, the military splintered into factions vying for control of the territory.

The country formerly known as the US was no longer a unified nation.

Vast patches of land were quarantined and abandoned as they were deemed too irradiated to sustain life. Over half of the territory was declared a wasteland, a No Man’s Land. Travel between habitable regions was nearly impossible.

As food shortages started affecting the population, any semblance of civility disappeared.

As people began fighting for food, crime and murder spiraled into daily occurrences. Law & Order were no longer enforced by any form of elected authority.

In some areas, cities and towns descended into the utter chaos depicted in the apocalyptic science fiction of movies such as Mad Max. In these localities, armed groups banded together to pillage and steal whatever they could. They killed, captured or enslaved any survivor that was not part of their clans.

In other parts, concerned citizens organized and formed localized city states in an effort muğla escort to offer some protection from bandits, thieves, and warlords. Unfortunately, these safe havens were few and far apart.

The radiation had cut-up the land into small isolated regional fiefdoms.

Chapter 2

On the day the World ended, Lara was at work at the beginning of her morning shift.

To say the least, everyone was devastated by the news and the boss quickly “closed shop”. All her coworkers were in a hurry to get back home to check-in on kids, husbands, family and friends.

Lara was alone and did not have anyone to get back to. Her family and friends lived in Boston, and Boston was gone. She thought that she would never again have anyone to get back to.

On her way back home, she noticed that people were rushing to the market for supplies. She had gone shopping the day before. From fear of being stuck several days in a snow storm, she had also stocked her closets with all matters of emergency supplies when she had first moved to Maine a few months earlier.

Lara had just temporarily relocated to the small town of Calais in Maine and was working as a waitress at the local diner.

After her latest heartbreak, she had asked for a six-months sabbatical from her consulting firm.

She had picked Calais on a whim.

She wanted to be in the middle of nowhere, far from everywhere, in a small town where nobody knew her.

She also wanted a coastal town. And so, her finger fell on the map on the border town of Calais, Maine.

Out of habit, once she stepped through her front door, she stripped naked as she had been doing for the past few weeks.

She locked her door and went to sit on her couch.

She was in shock and numb after seeing the horrors that had been broadcast on TV at the diner.

She tried to turn on her TV, but could not get a signal.

Frantically, she tried reaching all her family, all her friends in Boston, but alas Boston was gone and not one person picked up.

After the manic episode, she turned catatonic.

For several hours, she sat naked and motionless in her living room.

She only started moving again after about five or six hours when her body spoke up. Her bladder was hurting and she needed to pee, her stomach was hurting and she needed to drink and eat.

She needed to fulfill her basest instincts. Peeing felt good, eating felt good, and drinking felt good and, after the devastating hurt of the past few hours, Lara was content to feel good things.

The sun was setting and a ray of golden light shone through her apartment and illuminated her couch.

Lara sat back down in the spotlight provided by the setting astral light. She did not want the feelings of pleasure that her natural needs had provided to dissipate. She did not want the pain of her sorrow to take a hold of her fragile state.

Grief and sex are sometimes intertwined. Sex is sometimes a temporary bandage in times of deep loss.

Lara needed to feel good and, in the light of the setting sun, she started playing with her needy little pussy. There was no teasing, no foreplay, it was all animal instincts. She raised her feet and put them up on the couch to open herself up in a squatting position. With her left hand, she pulled her labia and lifted her clitoral hood, she then stuck the index finger of her right hand into her mouth to get it wet, and after a few seconds she brought the wet digit to her clit.

It was rough and wild. She needed to get to an orgasm fast and she went straight to her pleasure center to get it. She was rough as she rubbed and rubbed. Her sensitive button was not used to being treated in such a way. She was still dry and the burning sensation was starting to hurt her. It made attaining that sought after release that much harder to get.

But Lara was desperate, she kept on rubbing herself until eventually her body caught on. Finally, her pussy started lubricating the juices that had been missing to make the experience enjoyable.

Lara bucked and tensed as her pleasure started overtaking the stinging biting sensation that she had inflected upon herself. The pleasure that she was longing for began flowing through her body. It felt good to feel the approaching orgasm. She leaned back into the pillows and accelerated her frigging motion until the climax erupted within her.

After that first release, she wanted more and she did not stop.

Over the next few hours, as civilization began to descend into chaos, Lara retreated into a creature in search of the most primary gratifications. She would eat, drink, pee, shit and masturbate until she would collapse only to start over again.

Chapter 3

Across the street, the group of geeks were busy preparing their retreat into the reinforced bunker they had been building for the past few years.

The group were local boys with an age range from 22 to 25 who had grown up together since childhood. Their families were hard working farmers who nevşehir escort did not comprehend their love for science and computers. Their physical ineptitude and their cerebral capacities had made of them strange oddities in town.

To avoid all the teasing, they had moved in together a few years earlier to create an internet startup. Their company had been mildly successful and had provided a very comfortable income for these rural parts. They were ready to take their venture to the next level and were only a few months away from relocating to Silicon Valley when the bombs struck.

Providence and coincidence had conflated at the right time.

They had discovered a 1950’s fallout shelter in the basement of their old building a few years earlier and, over the course of many long, frozen winter months, had transformed the space into a survivalist’s paradise stocked and organized to provide years of sustainable underground living.

They took a look across the way at the beautiful woman who had entertained their lonely nights for the past few months.

Her behavior worried them.

From the time she had returned home earlier, she had acted like a crazy person.

They were surprised to see her strip when she had entered her place. How could she feel like giving her exhibitionist show at such a time?

However, it clearly became apparent that the nudity was not the same as usual.

There was no teasing or playing.

She just sat on her couch and started placing a series of calls. She seemed to get more and more excited as her calls fell through.

Then she stopped moving. For a long time, she seemed as lifeless as a statue.

Then, during her five hours long catatonia, the group began discussing whether they should intervene. As time passed, the conversation escalated. They were all shy and uncomfortable around women and they could not decide how to proceed.

Finally, after much back-and-forth debate, they had resolved to go check on her. However, just as they were about to step out, Lara came back to life.

The nerds looked at each other, relieved.

They did not notice the shift into her masturbatory behavior right away.

The news was emphasizing the need for survivors to find refuge. The radiation clouds would be traveling in their direction in a few hours and they needed to gather any last minutes supplies for the long haul.

As they were busy with their final preparations, they ignored Lara’s beautiful naked form for the first time since they had seen her that first day.

Time was of the essence.

The young men worked all night gathering any and all supplies as they brought them down to their underground lair.

The newscast was reporting that a wave of murder and looting was spreading across the World. Survivors were starting to panic. The fear of a Nuclear Winter was spreading as the clouds created by the explosions began obscuring the atmosphere.

When the morning light arose the young men knew that it was time to move downstairs. They took a minute to watch the rising sun knowing that they would not see it again for a long time to come.

They looked across the way and were surprised to see that their gorgeous neighbor was still in the same place she had been the night before.

She was frantically masturbating in a lurid display of raw sexuality.

The young men looked at each other in disbelief.

The young men had never seen her so raunchy before.

They had admired her naked physic from across the way whenever she paraded around. But, after a few weeks, her game had grown depressing. None of the guys thought that they would ever be lucky enough to meet her or be with her. Though they had admired her beauty, it constantly reminded her of their timidity and their ineptitudes. Recently, they had started resenting the show she was putting on as it had become clear that it was intended for her own selfish enjoyment .

However, today was a different show altogether. They knew that she had masturbated in her bed that one night in the moonlight but she had never put on such a graphically explicit pornographic demonstration. She was frantically and lustfully playing with herself without a care in the world.

The young men looked at each other again and, without even a single word exchanged amongst them, they had all decided that they needed one additional thing to be brought down into the fallout shelter with them.

Chapter 4

Lara had been up all night.

A primal lust had taken over her fragile state of mind.

Over the course of the night, she had descended further into her trance like state. Her universe had closed in on itself and the only thing that mattered was the heat between her legs.

She had chased her grief and sorrow away with furious masturbation.

She only cared and only wanted to seek her next orgasm.

That was the only thing that her mind could process.

She did not hear the door when her nerdy fans knocked on it.

She did not hear the door when they busted it open after several minutes of banging.

She did not react when they walked up to her.

She did not cover up.

She did not respond nor did she run away.

She just kept on playing with her juicy pussy.

The gang did not know what to do.

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Joran stretched with a grunt, carefully undoing the stiffness of a fourth night on the road. So far, his lord’s direction–to travel lightly and quickly, with only Joran, the Scion, and one other Knight–had proven wise. Even after cutting through the woods several times to shorten the journey, they’d yet to encounter even a single monster. Which, Joran thought sourly, was probably for the best. Not for the first time, he cast a glance at Sir Blythe, the other Knight that had been sent. He was fit enough, true, but his village habits were still on him. He had fallen asleep on every watch and acted like the trip was a stroll rather than a mission of crucial political importance.

“Ay there, Joran!” Blythe tossed him a strip of dried meat, as well as a fruit. “Have you tried these? They’re delicious!”

“You know,” Joran examined the fruit carefully, “I can’t say I have. Where did you find them?”

Blythe shrugged, juice dripping into his beard as he chewed into another fruit. “In the woods.”

Joran threw the fruit aside. “Blythe. Do not eat things you don’t recognize in the Wilds. Clear your camp, I will see to the Scion.” He pretended not to hear the grumbling complaints in response and leaned down to shake the Scion awake. “Scion, we must begin traveling again.”

“Hmm?” The Scion’s eyes squinted around. The sound combined with his hair–flattened on either side into a chicken-like swoop–almost made Joran crack a smile. Almost. Instead, he gathered the Scion’s belongings, confiscated the fruit Blythe attempted to share around again, and had the trio on the road in only twice the time he would’ve preferred it to take. He resolved to drive their group faster than usual, both to make up for the lost time and to prevent Blythe from gossiping.

That evening, as Blythe finished yet another ribald tale of his time before the Knighthood, Joran at least consoled himself that they had more than made up the time. At this rate we’ll easily make it to Lord Gareth’s outpost by sundown tomorrow. From there, we can travel faster on the developed roads and arrive at his keep no more than two days after that. He felt a rush of satisfaction at what had, so far, been an easy, albeit tedious, journey. Lucky the spell that Witch cast makes me able to press on with less sleep. I’d have been useless with needing to cover half of Blythe’s watches every night otherwise. Speaking of… He finished concealing his sleeping roll, then walked over to his companions.

“And see, Sir, her dress was near falling off with how tight it was around the–“

Joran interrupted. “Sir Blythe. You will take the first watch. Please prepare your sleeping roll so that the Scion can sleep.”

“Oh of course,” Blythe waved a hand dismissively. “One more night in the rize escort so-called “wilds” before we’re back to proper housing and hot meals. Maybe this time I’ll even stay awake through the full watch!” He guffawed as he walked off to prepare his own sleeping area.

Some part of Joran felt it unfair to blame Sir Blythe for his attitude, nor for his general belief that the wilds were no longer dangerous. Despite that, the whole of him did blame him. He couldn’t imagine Sir Blythe putting up much of a fight against a monster, especially if he fell asleep halfway into his watch again. Still, Joran resolved to be cordial in the manner of the courts. He would simply wake up halfway through Blythe’s watch, as he had been so far, one last time.

The Scion yawned and began to lay down on his unconcealed sleeping roll. Joran tutted, stopped him, and hid the sleeping roll before gesturing the Scion back down. Within moments, the Scion had fallen deeply asleep. Joran stared skeptically down at him, wondering if the boy perhaps took after his mother instead of Joran’s Lord. Either way, I hope this alliance proves as helpful as my Lord expects it to be.

Behind him, a quiet noise. Joran whirled, blade drawn, to see Blythe hurriedly turning away. Joran frowned. “Did you hear something just now?”

“Mmf?” Blythe said as he chewed and swallowed something messily. “No, I didn’t hear anything.”

Joran knew that Blythe must have stashed some of that fruit. He also knew he must still be eating it. He also knew fighting about it would be useless. He’d just have to hope the fruit wasn’t poisonous. Laying down in his sleeping roll without saying anything further, he focused on relaxing into sleep.

Exactly two and a half hours later, Joran’s eyes snapped open. Instead of Blythe’s gentle snores, he heard a wet noise accompanied by grunts. He grabbed his blade, silently extricating himself from his sleeping roll, and looked around.

At first, he had trouble understanding what he saw. Blythe’s blade lay haphazardly over his left hand, which twitched helplessly in time with the grunting sounds. Joran felt a mix of surprise and shame at this evidence that Blythe had fought. Then, resolving himself to not shy away from this first test of his new strength, he really looked at the scene before him. Even in the low light of the stars, he could see three monsters surrounding Blythe. Even with their spiraled horns, furred legs, and hooved feet, they had a wild beauty to them. They each rippled with inhuman muscles that almost overcame their generous curves, both of which one was using to great effect to pin Blythe to the ground. With each drop of her enormous rump, she let out a soft, pleased grunt, leaving cream on Blythe’s swollen sakarya escort rod. Blythe’s eyes were rolled back, and drool gathered at his mouth. Joran was entranced, staring between the look of bliss on Blythe’s face and the full lips of the monster riding him. He was so entranced that, when the other two monsters spotted him, he almost didn’t notice.

The one on the left — taller, but otherwise nearly a twin to the one riding Blythe, spoke. “Oy, goodie! We’d thought there were three of you, but this one wouldn’t tell us where you were. Let’s get to it then aye?”

That was all the warning Joran got before they were on him. His reaction time was fast enough to raise his blade, deflecting a heavy blow from the taller one, then her companion. He whirled, not quite pushing them back but not losing ground either. Each monster fought with an intense, focused strength, but just as clearly without any experience in combat. More than once, Joran was able to use one of the monsters’ blows against the other. And in this fight, unlike his last disgrace, Joran found that his stamina exceeded theirs. After perhaps twenty minutes of this, they were panting, while Joran himself felt as energized as he had when they began.

The taller monster spoke again. “Oy, Penelope, maybe you take a break and help us with this one?”

Joran blinked. Penelope?

The monster riding Blythe responded by moaning louder and riding Blythe faster. Joran could hear Blythe let out a strange gasp, followed by a loud wet squelching.

“Hmm, that’s right,” Penelope purred. “Let it all out for me handsome. It’s a good thing you ate so much of that fruit we left for you, that will keep you nice and full for us.”

Blythe moaned again, hands clutching at the air, and the squelching continued.

I told him not to eat those thrice-damned fruits! Joran channeled his frustration into his next blow, cutting the shorter monster’s arm to the bone.

“Shit, that hurt, you arse! Why d’you folk keep cutting us? To avoid a lay?! Forget this, I’ll get dick at one of the farms like everyone else!” The shorter monster ran on all fours into the darkness of the deeper woods.

Joran furrowed his brow. There are no farms anywhere near here. Before he could process that any further, the taller monster charged him with her horns. Nimbly, he slid underneath and slashed at her knees with his blade. She bellowed, wounds already closing, and charged him again. Joran focused, swinging his blade towards her with more and more force. With a cry and a loud crack, she fell back, a piece of her horn falling to the ground. She shook her head, then ran for it, grabbing Penelope off Blythe on her way out.

“Wait! I wasn’t done!” Her last word faded into the samsun escort night as she vanished with her companion.

Joran listened and prowled the perimeter for any sign of additional foes. Finding none, he stowed his blade and went to check on the Scion. He found him wide awake, staring amazed at Joran.

“I’ve never seen anything like that, Sir Joran. You fight with a ferocity I’ve only heard tale of.”

Joran demurred, his internal grin brightening even as he waved off the praise. With the Scion secured, he turned to the unpleasant task of checking on Blythe. Blythe was still twitching in pleasure, a sticky mess of monstrous juices and his own semen covering his manhood.

“The monsters have been driven off, Sir Blythe. That you fought and did not reveal us is to your credit. I do not see any injuries on you beyond some minor bruising — can you stand?”

Blythe mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

Blythe groaned as he regained some level of lucidity. “It’s bigger…it’s too big.”

Joran glanced down at Blythe’s swollen shaft and even more swollen sack. “I’m sure you’ll be able to sleep it off, Sir. I’ll get your bedroll and take the remaining watch.”

Blythe’s only response was a weak grunt. Joran draped him with the sleeping roll, not confident in his ability to put Blythe inside. Then, he stood watch, pushing away the memory of Penelope’s ass rising and falling. Even with his focus, his own traitorously erect shaft took near an hour to fully retreat.

The next day, Joran cleared camp entirely on his own, pretending that he was unaware Blythe was pleasuring himself in the woods. It seemed that, at least so far, whatever the fruits had done to him was quite permanent. Throughout the rest of the day’s travel, Blythe would excuse himself to vent his now excessive needs. Luckily, the Scion noticed nothing, fascinated as he was with questioning Joran about his personal history and combat prowess. Leaving out both the Witch and his time before Knighthood, Joran was happy to keep him entertained.

In the distance, the outpost shone in the fading light. Joran smiled. Even with Blythe’s slower pace, they’d still managed to reach the outpost. The stamina spell had done exactly as advertised: given him the ability to fight the wilds on his own terms. I’ll need to thank the Witch properly when I return. Perhaps some of Lord Gareth’s wine, or a book. Blythe stumbled back onto the path and stared at his feet before speaking.

“Thank you, Sir Joran. For trying to do right by me. I reckon we wouldn’t have made it here without you.”

Joran nodded graciously. “Think nothing of it, Sir Blythe.”

The Scion smiled. “I’ll be glad to have a hot meal, to be sure. I do wonder if Lord Gareth’s daughter is half as enchanting as those monsters, though.” He started walking.

Joran stared at his back. He exchanged a look with Blythe, who shrugged. They walked after the Scion, towards the Outpost and the completion of their mission. Both tried to silence their feeling that the Scion was right to wonder.

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This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.

Either you embrace Change and are destroyed by it, or you resist Change and are overwhelmed by it. What is your choice?

Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells.

There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works.

Yet again, no sex.

*****

(Where we left off)

“Ooohhh…” I groaned. I hurt. Without my soul to sustain it, my body had begun to shut down and now it was trying to kick-start things back into action. Long drawn out pain…

I felt long strands of hair drape across my neck and lips gently touch my forehead…Dot. She was guiding me home. I still hurt.

My felt a crippling pain in my heart and my lungs were leaden. I was fighting back to normality. Complicating this process was the adrenaline secreted moments before ‘La La Land’. It felt like lava was trying to rev up my cramping muscles. My eyes flicked open.

[Romanian] “HE’S ALIVE!” someone shouted. It sounded like my loyal Menner.

Eyes crept open. Sure enough, it was Romanian Master Corporal Menner. I didn’t know his first name. Rachel was on one knee beside me and something was wrong.

“Rachel?” I croaked.

“Charlotte is dead,” she stated the fact, devoid of emotion. Charlotte had been her ‘family’ … more so than any person of similar birth. “Vincent is in a bad way. The rest are not going to die soon.”

This was not the time for saying ‘it was worth it’, ‘did she suffer’, or any of that crap. No words could possibly suffice. I forced my aching muscles to push off the ground until I was on my knees. I pulled her into a tight embrace, both arms, her chin resting on my shoulder.

“Don’t,” she ordered softly. “There are three of them still loose.” She needed to protect me.

I pushed back. We were both crying. My eyes were a mess. Rachel contained her pain, limited its expression to a small handful of tears. I looked past her to the body of Ajax. He was on his back, his eyes staring off to eternity until the worms took him. By the bloody mess of his clothing, that bastard had gone down hard and in fierce torment.

How the Romanians were going to explain his ruptured organs, shorn muscles and the toxic stew that was his bloodstream wasn’t my problem. He was dead. SzélAnya, the Dragon Goddess, had slain him for her own reasons and for mine.

[Romanian] “Your plan worked, Hercege Nyilas,” Menner congratulated me. “I’m not sure how. I didn’t kill him and I didn’t see you hurt him, but he’s as dead as they come.”

[Romanian] “How many?” I asked him. It took him a moment to send the question up the network and get back a reply.

[Romanian] “Col. Giurcă (commander of 61st Mountain Troops Brigade which was custodian of the Romanians I fought beside) wants to talk with you immediately,” Menner responded.

[Romanian] “Casualties?” I repeated.

[Romanian] “So far seventy-three KIA, 63 wounded; some will not survive,” he told me. That was one of the dark sides of ballistic armor mixed with high-velocity bullets and grenade launchers. With armor, you were more likely to survive getting hit; but if you were hit where the armor didn’t cover, you were more likely to die. “The ridge was very bad.”

The ridge…where Charlotte died. It turned that out of the fifteen Romanian Mountain Troops who swept up their side of the ridge, only four lived. The Mycenaeans had been hellishly fierce, shrugging of lethal wounds long enough to get off one more shot – fire off one more grenade. At those point blank ranges, it had been a bloody mess. Of those fifteen Greeks on the ridge, only one escaped and two were found wounded. The other twelve draped their bodies among the slain Romanians.

In the final analysis, the soldiers of the 24th Battalion, reinforced by Vincent, Saku, Rachel and Charlotte, had held that ridge and cut off the retreating enemy. The last handful of Ajax’s men chose to fight it out from the ravine. Most of them died with their pride. Only three more badly wounded Greeks had been captured there.

Ajax had brought fifty-one men and one traitorous Amazon to the Castle of the Seven Skulls. Three escaped, five were wounded and the other forty-four, plus Ajax, had perished. I stood up. Menner handed me my discarded P-90. Rachel hooked my dropped tomahawks to my harness. I climbed back up the ridge … because I didn’t know where else to go.

I didn’t like what I, Cael, had taken from all of this. Hate would have been a better descriptor. In the entire fight, I hadn’t killed a single soul. The one Greek I had wounded was killed by someone else. No, I had to feed Ajax to a Goddess to kill him. I felt…small. The troops, a mixture of the two battalions, saw me in a kütahya escort new light however.

From the force coming in from the west came tales of Ajax’s prowess. Too many men he aimed at died while he remained unscathed, despite his repeatedly risking his person. By the force of his personality alone, he slowed the advance of a 150 men. Had I not killed him, they wondered how many more of them would have ended the day in a grave as well?

Menner had avoided notoriety and laid Ajax’s corpse squarely on my shoulders. I had grappled with Ajax. The rocket fired by Menner clearly hadn’t killed the man, so the soldiers hefted his demise on me. How could I tell them I fed a monster to a monster…just one they could not see? Instead of blaming me for the rows of the dead…

[Romanian/Hungarian] “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” they whispered, or gave me a nod.

Their story was straight forward. Like some nobleman of old, I had led my men into battle. I wasn’t seeking glory. I was seeking to save as many on my side as I could. It was tough for me to believe I’d accomplished that goal. For centuries, voivodes, boyars, knights, counts, dukes and princes had shed blood over these valleys, fields, hills and mountains for their own wealth and for the safety of their peoples.

To these people, I was first off the helicopter (though that was actually Rachel). I’d intuitively led the race to the ruins that placed those stone barriers in our hands as a fortification to fight from and denied those aged walls to our enemies (though that was mostly Grandpa and the Captain). I had led the charge to the beleaguered left flank, just in time to reverse our near loss there (though I knew I’d never swung a blow, or fired a round).

Finally, under the observation of over two dozen Romanians, I alone had slammed the door to the trap shut and then killed the enemy leader in hand-to-hand combat (though no one had actually witnessed me administering the death blow due to the fallout from the grenade Menner had launched). I knew I was a completely unworthy hero. Night was swiftly creeping upon us.

“Hercege,” the Captain called out. I could see the sadness in his eyes. His men lay dead around us both. “A helicopter will take you to the Brigade HQ. You need to go now.” I held up one finger. I had to do this. I found Charlotte’s lifeless body. One bullet had sheared off the right side of her neck. Another had shattered her right jaw. Her corpse, so beautiful in life, was ugly in death. She was mine now, forever. My memory.

[Old Kingdom Hittite] “Thank you, Sister,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead. “Wait for me in the Halls of our Ancestors, for I know you are welcome there. Thank you for all your care for me.”

[Romanian] “Take care of that leg, Master Corporal Menner,” I directed my accomplice in murder. “Never forget that you did something very special today. Together, we killed a monster and you saved my life. I promise I won’t forget it.”

Menner nodded to me, I nodded to the Captain and off we went. Rachel was always close by. Chaz and Pamela appeared out of nowhere.

[Romanian/Hungarian] “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” the men said as they pointed me out to each other and the new arrivals. Had they been joking, I would have been far happier. But my existence wasn’t comedy to them. They were allowing me inside their fraternity, these men and women, because of things they thought I’d done – not things I’d done.

Later, Chaz would set me straight. How many men I killed was irrelevant to these Vânători de munte – Mountain Huntsmen. They were honoring my bravery, initiative and willingness to go forward without being reckless. I had a plan, I’d stuck to it and that had contributed to their victory. They were giving me respect because I mourned for their casualties in the same way I mourned for my own. Their fallen had not died in vain, because I cared for them and was wounded by their passing.

It hadn’t hurt my case that I ‘led’ people like Chaz, Pamela, Rachel and Charlotte into battle. Saku was…different. Mona tended to their grievously wounded with the same skills she’d lavished on me. She worked side by side with her Romanian counterparts flawlessly. I had little doubt that Katrina would be proud.

“Cáel,” a feeble female voice called out. It was Kwen (aka Molpadia / Kwenhamai / Death Song). I stopped by her side, but didn’t kneel. She’d been shot in the left bicep, right thigh and calf. Odd were good she’d live. “Ajax?”

“Dead,” I replied. “Very dead.”

[OKH] “Did he…restore…?” she mumbled.

[OKH] “No. He was never going to do that, and you knew better,” I said.

[OKH] “Kill me then and let me return to face Oblivion,” she sighed, utterly hopeless.

The Captain was impatient. He could wait.

[OKH] “Kwen, what you did was wrong and you will have to answer for your crimes. You betrayed us without cause. You murdered children and manisa escort captives,” I informed her. “There is no getting past that.”

[OKH] “I know,” she mumbled. I was missing something.

[OKH] “You let that girl escape, didn’t you?” I was feeling numb all over again. Kwen didn’t answer me, yet it made sense. In her heart, she knew she’d gone wrong and she knew Ajax would never pardon her mother. So she’d sent word to the one man who might grant her an Amazon warrior’s death.

[OKH] “The girl didn’t divulge your secret,” I gave off my own sigh. Why was my life so complicated? Kwen had wanted me to kill Ajax, so she sent that girl to the place I’d most likely be. Then she relied on my loyalty to the Amazons to bring me to this place with whatever forces I could muster. She’d probably expected me and a dozen Black Hand assassins, not an army.

[OKH] “I will inform the Council of your actions and let them decide,” I offered. I had to go. We picked up four fighters of the 24th as we jogged the 1.2 km down to the blood-soaked fields where the battle had begun. The blown up Eagles had blocked the unpaved road on our end and Combat Engineers were still sweeping the road for hastily laid booby-traps the rest of the way down.

The slaughter fields for the 22nd Mountain Troops Battalion were a chaotic mix of military medical staff and the Serviciul Mobil de Urgenţǎ, Reanimare şi Descarcerare (SMURD – the national emergency medical response unit) all over the place and it was clear they weren’t enough to handle the carnage. The eyes of the living and the dead were equally disturbing.

I knew I was on a schedule and I owned the Romanian Land Forces a good explanation, but I couldn’t just leave. I saw one lightly-wounded soldier, his palms resting on his forehead, sitting on the ground, bereft. I squatted beside him.

[Romanian] “Hang in there,” I said as I put a hand on his shoulder.

[Romanian] “Was it worth it?” he stared into my eyes.

[Romanian] “No,” I responded. “I lost a friend and she’ll never be replaced. I can tell you what we did today had to be done. Those men had to be stopped and we were the one’s close enough to respond in time.”

[Romanian] “Oh…” he looked back down to the trampled grass.

[Romanian] “Remember how you feel today,” I said to him from the depth of my spirit. “You are not the first man to hold your spot in your squad and you won’t be the last. Take everything from today and pass it on to the next man who may someday have to perform as you did. You carry on because we all must. Make something good out of this by not forgetting. Learn and teach,” was my empty advice.

I had his gaze once more. Against my wishes, I also had the attention of several of the soldiers around me.

[Romanian] “You are not wounded,” he noted as he touched my body armor. It was certainly beat all to hell. I didn’t believe he was condemning me.

[Romanian] “I am Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege,” I grinned. “While my people have heart, I cannot be killed. Together, we are invincible.” The insanity of that proclamation seemed to reach him. He gave a weak grin. Some of the men around us chuckled. “I have to go,” I patted his shoulder. “They want to blame someone for all of this and it looks like I’ve won the prize.”

More laughter. In that moment, we were all in this military community. I didn’t have their particular Esprit de corps, their training, or their heritage, yet we’d been in the same fight and killed the same enemy. They had a different view of me than I had of myself. Who was lying to who?

An IAR 330 Puma Helicopter was waiting for me, though the four troopers waiting for me were new …and somewhat peeved. They were from the Batalionul 610 Operaţii Speciale “Vulturi” (The ‘other’ Eagles). They were part of the Romanian Special Forces. They’d been too far away to get to the firefight in time, which seemed to be the major reason for their unhappiness.

Playing couriers for my person didn’t please then either. My cohorts from the 24th handed me over. Two patted me on the back and called me ‘Prince’ before taking off. They had a battlefield to clear up and three Mycenaeans to hunt down. The ‘Eagles’ weren’t sure what to make of my other bodyguards, so I made it easy on them.

[Romanian] “They go where I go,” I gave them a grim grin. “They keep their weapons. In case there is any confusion, this is not a matter for discussion.” The Sergeant in charge responded with a curt nod. We boarded the helicopter and lifted off.

“You did well Cáel,” Chaz informed me. “Given two or three years, you’ll be a good soldier.”

“Thanks. That’s not what I wanted. I don’t like killing people, or getting people killed,” I replied.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “I don’t want a teammate who wants to kill the enemy. I want a guy who wants to keep me alive and is willing to kill others to do it,” he explained in a rather paternal pattern. “There is a mardin escort huge difference.”

[Hungarian] “What did you tell that young man?” Pamela asked me. I retold the conversation as best I could. It took me a second to notice that two of the Special Forces guys were listening intently.

(The Politics of ‘Not’ Being Dead)

The rest of the trip was made in silence. They dropped us off at the edge of Miercurea Ciuc – home base of the 61st Mountain Troops Brigade, of Professor Loma and from whence all this craziness had originated. The meeting was already awkward before I arrived. It only got worse. Where to begin? Well, Russia, the United States, the UK, Romania, Hungary and Ireland were now all interested parties. And I had gained two personal distinctions:

1.) Not only was I now heralded (and not really joking anymore) by some sources as Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege, I was thereby re-awakening old nationalistic and territorial fears. Hungary didn’t want a Prince, yet they did have an anemic Monarchist party. I might not be a Hapsburg (the last royal house of Hungary), but I could possibly be misconstrued as a long-lost Árpád scion (first King and founder of the Hungarian state), which would be even better.

A crisis was looming in my ancestral crucible. It seems I already had a webpage in Budapest and six hundred “friends” within 24 hours. Worse, they had some pictures of me. Besides being ‘of regal bearing’ in the descriptions, I was sexy-hot and a soldier of fortune – a modern day ‘Wild Geese … (Goose?)’ who was wanted for questioning in a, or perhaps multiple, murder(s) involving either a duel over a woman’s honor or killing a dozen armed gangsters who prayed on young innocents newly arrived to the big city.

I wasn’t alone. My trusty companion was A.) an ascetic Jedi Mistress (my own, personal Yoda), B.) an ancient witch schooled in the necromantic arts (apparently the reason I couldn’t die), or C.) a Cold-War Era SMERSH (too much James Bond) assassin repaying an old debt to the descendent of an anti-communist partisan she’d killed years ago – eerily close to the truth for once. That, plus the TEK investigation, were Hungary’s main points of concern involving me.

2.) I was now a person involved in significant events for half a dozen nations on the world scene.

Let’s start with Romania. Okay, foremost, I was responsible for the single deadliest day in modern (post-WWII) Romanian Land Forces history. There was no covering this up. Close to one hundred men and women had died in combat – and then you added the forty-some dead Amazons, many of them apparently tortured, and this was a political and public relations nightmare.

No one doubted their troops behaved heroically. That wasn’t the problem. The political conundrum was how could they explain Ajax and his fifty seasoned killers penetrating into central Romania with no one being aware of the danger? A few politicians wanted to blame Székely nationalists (by that, they meant the ethnic minority who ‘vaguely’ wanted Transylvania to rejoin Hungary) … except they had me, the Hungarian Prince, leading the charge.

Life would have been so much easier for them if I had died. Yes, I could read the minds of those politicians. Screw a girl, then her younger sister, and then his wife, who all say they love me, and you’ll recognized the emotional intent a father directs your way. (I’d only done that once, and once was enough.) I was getting that vibe again.

Unfortunately for them, I wasn’t dead and three big time foreign governments (and Ireland) seemed really curious about me, my performance and my mortality. So dragging me out back for a firing squad wasn’t going to happen. Riki Martin of the US State Department was there and she told me a representative of the US Military Mission was on his way up to debrief me. Russia’s sexy military attaché was still on site and looking happy for some reason. Flaviu, who had some experience with me, was soon to be gone; replaced by some person who had some serious lettuce before his actual name and didn’t know me from didly. Not good.

The UK had one of their diplomats coming up as well, just so I didn’t get lonely. They weren’t driving up with the Irishman, or the American. No one considers their carbon footprint in a crisis, I swear. But wait! It gets better. My Romanian Special Force dudes had brought the rest of their company (around a hundred new buddies) with them…they seriously didn’t want me to get homesick and wander off (because, you know, I liked living and freedom).

The Romanian army shouldn’t have worried. It seemed that there were some US Army Rangers with NATO in Kosovo, Albania, or Bosnia and Uncle Sam was expressing a desire for them to ‘stop by’. Maybe they could share their C-130 with the British paratroopers who were equally concerned about my well-being. I just hoped everyone was going to play nice when the Spetsnaz arrived. Putin was suddenly (and surprisingly to me, anyway) my new pal. I had a feeling I’d soon be discovering my secret Russian heritage if I wasn’t careful. I was thinking maybe I could squeeze an Order of Lenin, or a Hero of the Soviet Union out of him. I heard they both looked nice, were obsolete and came without an actual pension.

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My wife, Jane, and I fell into that pattern of infrequent little sex. Life and kids got in the way, and the spark had diminished. We gave each other the occasional finger or hand job but it was more mechanical to release tension. What hadn’t changed was the pure lust I had for her body. I fantasied about it every day and it drove me mad lying next to her body every night is not being able to fuck her brains out!

We decided something had to change, and we did the classic “date night” technique. We’d get a babysitter go out to dinner and come back relaxed, probably drunk and have some sex to release the tension we both needed. Just the thought of it made me horny.

We decided Saturday night would be best, and we asked our daughter’s nursery nurse Chloe to babysit. Chloe was 18 long jet black hair, a pair of lips like Angelina Jolie, average sized boobs but a superbly large butt for such a small frame. Needless to say, I repeatedly fantasied about fucking her while my sex life at home was going through its dry patch. I never made a move and never would although my cock was urging me otherwise. She was out of bounds.

Saturday evening came, and I could tell Jane was craving a good fuck. She wore a sexy red lace g string and matching bra. She knew how to turn me on and how it would drive me crazy. I couldn’t help my self and starting kissing her, sending my hands over her pert butt for a squeeze. My cock was hard in an instant; Jane could feel it. Suddenly she stopped and told me all good things come to those who wait. Every inch of me wanted to throw her on the bed and go straight to dessert. She’ll pay for that later, I thought. The door bell rang.

Chloe arrived, so I went down to open the door. She was dressed in a white shirt with the top buttons open, a grey cardigan over the top and tight black trousers. “Hi,” we both said. I realised my hard cock was still showing through my trousers and Chloe didn’t say a word but she saw, and responded with a smirk.

Jane came down the stairs wearing a little black strapless dress. She had great legs and medium sized boobs with hard nipples. I loved sucking her tits, and it made her pussy wet almost immediately.

We gave some instructions to Chloe grabbed our coats and headed to the restaurant. From the moment we reached the restaurant, Jane was doing everything in her power to drive me insane with tokat escort lust. I hated she knew how to tease me to the point of explosion. As we waited for the table, she wanted me to hug her from behind, but it was just a ploy so she could slowly rub her ass into my crotch. FUCK I wanted her so bad. This happened all night. She was rubbing her feet up my leg under the table and eating her food seductively sucking, slurping and licking. After dessert, she headed to the toilets. I received three picture messages; one of her finger in her hairy pussy, another of her pulling her nipple and a final of her tongue and mouth wide open. FUCK! I called the waiter and got the bill paid asap. I grabbed our coats, and we drove home.

By the time we got home the house was quiet with only the murmur of the TV while Chloe sat on the sofa. I completely forgot how sexy she was. To be honest I just wanted to pay Chloe and get Jane in bed and fuck her till I emptied every drop of cum in her. Jane was feeling tipsy and suggested Chloe stay for a drink. I couldn’t hide my disappointment but agreed. Chloe knew what was going on and what I wanted.

Jane gave me a bottle of wine while she went to check on our daughter. As I opened Chloe went to get the glasses but couldn’t’ reach the top of the cabinet. It exposed her fantastic butt in those tight black trousers. As she stretched up she asked “Could you help?” I came up behind her and accidently on purpose reached over her. She knew what she was doing and gently and slowly rubbed her big ass down my crotch. She knew I wanted her.

Jane came down while Chloe and I sat in silence drinking wine. Jane could sense my urgency to get her upstairs so began to make small talk with Chloe about her parents, uni and boyfriends. My interest in this talk was little and it was easy to see. All I could think about was Chloe’s ass and Jane’s pussy!

I went to the toilet upstairs and came down to some louder laughter then silence. I walked in and Chloe and Jane are cupping each other’s heads and kissing! I wasn’t sure what to think! Jane pulled away but wasn’t embarrassed or surprised to see me walk in. Chloe was waiting for a reaction from me which didn’t come. I froze. What was I supposed to say? Jane came over to me and began to kiss slowly and bite my lips and send her tongue inside my mouth. I didn’t care Chloe yozgat escort was watching I carried on with my hands on her ass giving it gentle gropes. I pulled her little dress up to her hips and exposed her ass in all its red lacy glory. Jane’s hand rubbed my hard cock. There was never any doubt I was hard. Jane finished the kiss and pulled her dress down. Chloe sat there like a good little girl not saying a word but not phased either. Jane asked Chloe to stand up and led both Chloe and me to the lounge.

Jane made Chloe and I face each other and guided my hand me to Chloe’s firm ass. She wanted me to squeeze that 18-year old’s ass. I didn’t need any persuading. Chloe looked at me and began kissing me. Her lips and ass felt better than I ever imagined. Jane then gently pushed Chloe and me onto the sofa and sat opposite on the armchair. Jane pulled her dress up and began fingering her pussy. I carried on kissing Chloe but Jane’s fingering was distracting me, and something was pulling me to her. Chloe began to get annoyed and started to kiss me more aggressively. She grabbed my hand and placed it over her tit and whispered in my ear “I want you to suck my tits”. I began kissing Chloe more and unbuttoned her shirt to expose her tits in a black bra. Her tits were a lot bigger than I expected. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I fantasized about doing this to her for months. I unclipped her bra to reveal a pair of magnificient breasts; big and pert with nice suckable nipples. I didn’t waste any time and began to flick and lick her nipples with my tongue. It felt so good. I forgot about Jane. As I sucked on one nipple I made sure the other nipple was being rubbed, squeezed and pulled. I could tell Chloe loved a little nipple pain.

I looked over to Jane and could see her spasm as she reached a finger induced orgasm! I pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the sofa. Next to Chloe. I spread Jane’s legs to reveal her hairy pussy glistening in her juices. She was limp in post orgasm endorphins but I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She was going to cum some more tonight. I dived into her pussy licking the cum and juice with my tongue. It tasted amazing, I loved the taste of her pussy and began probing deeper into her pussy with my tongue. Occasionally I’d come up for air to slide two fingers deep in. She groaned as I did and zonguldak escort rocked with encouragement. The pussy eating and fingering were too much for Chloe, and she’d removed her trousers and panties to begin her fingering. Her pussy was different to Jane. She was trimmer and only had a little landing strip. It was the type of pussy I would imagine on an 18-year-old. I dived back onto Jane’s pussy but now gave Chloe the finger too. Tasting Jane while fingering Chloe was unreal.

I had Chloe completely naked and Jane with her dress pulled down and up so crumpled around her mid-drift, I was the only one fully clothed. My cock was aching from being so hard so I pulled off my trousers. As I did Jane closed her legs and stood up. Before I could take my boxers off Jane kissed me and slid her hand around my cock and squeezed hard. She bit down on my ear-lobe and dominantly said “Finger her, fuck her mouth and fuck her ass. Do NOT fuck her pussy! You only fuck my pussy tonight!” She dropped back lay on the sofa next to Chloe and spread her legs and gave me the look. She looked me straight in the eyes and didn’t blink and nodded. It was the look of approval, the look of you may enter now the teasing is over. Fuck my pussy! I didn’t hesitate. I wanted Jane more than ever I didn’t care about Chloe lying next to her.

I began kissing Jane and my cock was rubbing against her hairy pussy, I reached down to guide it through the hairiness into the soft pinkness. As the initial shaft penetrated and the rim of the cock disappeared she let out a sigh and approving moan. She moved her hips and wrapped her legs around my back. I thrusted her violently and she kept wanting more. I pounded another 10 or 15 times, each time trying to push deeper into her cunt. I could feel her body tensing as she reached orgasm and grabbed a sofa pillow and screamed loudly. I pulled out quickly, unbelievably not cumming! I was desperate to cum on Chloe’s face and in her butt. Chloe was sitting up gently rubbing her pussy and waiting her turn. I gave her a kiss and groped her soft tits. Jane lay exhausted on the sofa so I enjoyed Chloe’s tits. I then pulled them both to their feet and suggested we go to the bed room.

As they walked in front of me completely naked I had a fantastic view of their big butts bouncing side to side, I couldn’t help squeeze Chloe’s ass and spank Jane’s! As we got into the bed room, Jane fell to the bed and spread her legs encouraging me to give her another fuck. What was wrong with her?! She’d turned into a complete fuck machine. She wasn’t this filthy when we first met. But before I had a chance Chloe pushed me the wall and dropped to the knees.

TBC

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I really appreciate the predominantly positive feedback I’ve received so far and I’m really sorry this chapter took so long to post. The real world’s got a way of sucking up all my free time and I’m at a bit of a loss for where to take this story. I don’t want to give anything away before you read it, so instead of getting into it here, I’ll post a note at the end of the chapter explaining why. Maybe I can get some feedback to help me figure it out. Thanks to Lord Drako for suggestions, feedback and proofreading on an early draft of this chapter.

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My two days off at the club are Thursday and Sunday. A lot of the time that’s kind of a pain in the ass. A split weekend like that sometimes feels like almost no weekend at all. Larry ended up with Thursday and Friday off which he has always maintained is even worse because, while he does get two days off in a row, he always has to work Saturday and Sunday. I could see his point. Aside from the fact that most of our friends (and the rest of the world) have Saturday and Sunday off, those are the two busiest days of the week at the club.

Why does any of this matter? Why am I telling you this boring shit, right? It’s because the next day, the day after my fun and games with Amy, when I got her all worked up and ready to blow then left her hanging and sent her home, was Friday. That was good for me because it meant Larry wasn’t around and I didn’t have to deal with a million questions. After I charged up my new phone and flipped it open for the first time I saw that I’d received about half a dozen texts from Larry asking me about Amy and what happened. Apparently the bartender described who I left with and he realized who it was.

Aside from Larry’s game of twenty questions which I just ignored, the other thing I discovered when I turned on the new phone was that Amy had deleted every phone number on my sim chip with a female name except for “Mom” and “Amy”. In addition to being incredibly annoying, it seemed like a confoundingly possessive thing to do for a woman who claimed to hate my guts and want nothing to do with me.

I always got to the spa early so I could work out on the club’s fitness equipment and set things up for the day before the members started showing up. So I had already been there for a while and was busy messing with my new phone and grumbling to myself when Erin, my partner on Fridays, showed up.

“Morning, Stud! How you doing today?” She grinned at me and punched me on the shoulder as she walked behind the counter and set her things down. Erin is a pretty black girl with big tits. It would be hard to describe her body when she was around without insulting her. She was kind of on the chunky side, but not in a bad way. She was about my height, and curvy, with big hips and a round ass. She wasn’t fat, in fact she was in really good shape. She was just kind of, I don’t know, big. She kept her hair short and dyed it a kind of reddish brown. She and I were good friends, but nothing more. We were fuck buddies for a while after I broke up with Tonya. But by then we’d already been friends for so long that neither of us wanted anything more serious. She’d been seeing a guy for a while now and she and I were back to being just friends.

“Stud?”

“Ah… yeah, you’re covered in hickeys there, buddy,” she laughed.

“Oh shit!” I set my phone down and buttoned up the top button on my uniform shirt. I’d spend the day looking like a dork but it was better than catching flack from my boss.

Erin shook her head at me and laughed. She reached into a drawer and pulled out the first aid kit. Then she unbuttoned my collar and stuck two small Band-Aids over my matching set of love bites.

“Anybody asks, you cut yourself shaving. So who’s the lucky lady? Or did you and Larry finally share your true feelings?” She batted her eyes at me and made a cartoonish dreamy expression.

“Ah… so I got a new phone.”

“Real smooth. If you don’t want to tell me about this new girl just say so,” she said picking up my phone. “It’s nice. I heard Amy broke your other one. What happened?”

“That was day before yesterday and I haven’t seen you for nearly a week. How did you hear about it already?”

“Ben told me. He heard it from one of the caddies who overheard one of the members saying he heard her making a ruckus and yelling at you while he was taking a shower. Says he saw it happen.”

It hadn’t occurred to me how bad the rumor mill could be around here. I don’t know how Amy had managed to keep her thing with Charlie secret, or how I was going to keep my thing with her secret. This complicated everything, as if it wasn’t already complicated enough.

“Aw, you know how things get blown out of proportion. Amy was flipping out Wednesday but she didn’t do anything to my phone. I just wanted a new one.”

“So you know when it happened, but it didn’t happen?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“She’s still giving you a hard time, huh?”

“Yeah, always did.”

“I never understood ordu escort why the two of you never hooked up back when she worked here. Although I guess you wouldn’t have cheated on Tonya. You’re not the type.”

“Wha… huh?”

“Wha-huh?” She mocked me and laughed. “She always had the hots for you.”

I looked at Erin like she had a hole in her head. “Amy fucking hates my guts.”

“Sure she does.”

“Come on, what the hell are you talking about?”

Erin rolled her eyes at me and sighed. “What’s it matter Romeo? She’s married now, and you’re obviously not having trouble finding,” she waved her hand at my love-bitten neck, “whatever.”

“I just want to know what you mean. Come on.”

“She’s a bitch to everyone.”

“Yeah, and?”

“She saves the worst of it for you. Always did. Any time we went out she would start an argument with you. You and she would spend the entire night sniping at each other. You were like an old married couple. It was fucking embarrassing.”

“So you’re saying, what, she treated me like shit to… what? Get my attention?”

“Kind of, I guess. Some women are just like that.”

“What are we in first grade? That’s fucking kid’s stuff. What’d she expect me to do, tug on her pigtails and chase her around the jungle gym?”

“I didn’t say it was a rational thing to do. Hell, maybe I’m wrong. It’s just the impression I always got.”

“Crazy bitch man…”

“I’m getting a cup of coffee, you want one?”

“Yeah, yeah that would be great, thanks.”

Erin walked off toward the kitchens leaving me alone with my thoughts. This whole thing started Wednesday. Now it was Friday. I broke up with my long term college girlfriend just over a year ago. Erin and I fooled around for a little while but she started getting serious with her boyfriend about six months ago. Since then I’d spent the last six months in a long dry spell except for two or three fun but forgettable one-night stands. And now, in the space of two days, I’d gotten myself into the strangest, most complicated relationship I’d ever been in.

Maybe I was just making it complicated. Amy was doing whatever I wanted. I didn’t like the idea of holding that video over her head but she seemed pretty enthusiastically willing, and I probably didn’t really need to anymore. Maybe I should stop worrying about it and just enjoy it while it lasts, I told myself. There was no future of a possible real relationship with Amy. Aside from the fact she was married, she was nearly intolerable when she didn’t have my dick in her. I should just fuck her and enjoy it and not worry about it.

I smiled and told myself, “There’s no reason for it to be complicated at all.” No sooner had I thought that, when Tom, the day manager and my boss, walked up to me.

“Hey Dave, good morning! Listen, when Erin comes back, can you come to my office? I had a discussion with Mrs. Holcomb yesterday that I’d like to review with you. Okay? Thanks!” He smiled and walked away. Nope. No reason to complicate matters at all.

Erin could tell something was wrong when she got back. “Dave, you okay?”

“I guess. But Tom wants to talk to me.”

“Oh, that’s cool, he’s just doing employee reviews. You always do well.”

I stood there with a blank expression on my face, positive that Amy had said something to get me fired. What the hell was I supposed to say?

“DAVE!”

“Huh? What?”

“I said your name like three times, and you’re staring off into space and fiddling with your stupid phone. You’re really acting weird today.”

“Sorry, long night.”

“I can see that.” She gave me a searching look. She looked worried. “Go talk to Tom, it’s slow now, I got this.”

I turned to go but she grasped my shoulder to stop me. “You’re really acting funny. I can get someone to cover the desk for us later on, if you want to go to lunch together, if you want to talk or something.”

I did feel like I ought to talk to somebody about what was going on. As much fun as Larry was to hang out with I didn’t exactly go looking to him for a sympathetic ear or good advice. “That’s a good idea. Lemme go talk to Tom. We can catch up later.”

Erin nodded and smiled, but she still looked worried.

When I got to Tom’s office he ushered me in telling me to sit down and shut the door behind me.

“Okay, David,” he said, shuffling some papers around on his desk. “As you know, it’s employee review time. You’ve been fine since your last review.” He picked up and read a sheet of paper then set it back down, looked at me and smiled. “Better than fine actually. I’ve always liked working with you.” He smiled.

“Thanks,” I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“There is of course, the problem with Amy. The complaint she filed about you. She called me again yesterday afternoon.”

Here it comes.

“She asked if I would remove the complaint from your file.”

“Tom, I can explain… wait, what?”

“You heard right. She said she felt osmaniye escort bad about it. She gave it some thought, and had decided she overreacted. She asked me to remove the incident report. I felt odd about including it in your file in the first place, she being a former employee and all. If she weren’t married to Donald Holcomb I probably would have just thrown it away.”

“Wow.”

“Not what you expected?”

“Not at all. I thought she was… She doesn’t like me very much and I thought she had complained about me again.”

“I, ah, I was witness to one or two of your disagreements with her when she was still one of our massage therapists. Anyway I just need you to review and sign this revised incident report and you’re all set.”

I signed it and handed it back to him.

“Now as for your review. As I said you’ve been doing just fine. You’re one of the few employees here with a degree, and Bramble Ridge recognizes…”

I’m not going to bore you with the details. I had trouble keeping my eyes open through the HR jargon, until Tom got to the punch line, which was: I was getting a raise, my vacation time accrual had gone up, and they had an opening for assistant manager he wanted me to apply for. I thanked him, took my copy of the review, shook his hand and walked back to the front desk at the spa in a daze.

“Hey!” Erin greeted me. “You seem better. Told you it was nothing to worry about. You all good?”

“Yeah… yeah! All good.”

“You still need someone to talk to or you okay now?”

“Maybe we ought to go to lunch. I could use someone to talk to besides Larry.”

Erin laughed. “Larry! Yeah, okay.”

The day dragged on with the typical routine. I got so distracted with work that I didn’t even think about Amy at all. Erin was on break and I was busy checking members in and making appointments for the different services available at the spa. I was focused on my work and didn’t even notice Amy had walked into the spa.

Amy was wearing a short green tennis skirt, looking fine as ever. She was walking quickly through the spa toward the showers, and Charlie was right on her tail. I couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. I was helping an older woman at the time who must have thought I was reacting to something she said, because she shot me a dirty look. I gave her my plastic work smile and typed her info into the computer. “Sorry ma’am, just one more second and I’ll have you all set.”

I tried entering the booking and watching Charlie and Amy at the same time. They had stopped at the end of the hallway leading to the showers and appeared to be having a heated discussion. He raised his voice but I couldn’t make out the words. He reached out for her hand which she pulled away. She glared at him for an instant then turned and sashayed down toward the showers. He stood there looking lost for a few seconds, then turned and walked the other way. My smile was much more genuine when I looked back up at my customer and told her she was all set in the time slot she wanted.

That had been the last customer in line so I went back behind the divider to get a box of appointment reminder cards. When I came back out Amy was standing at the counter. I’d just watched her go back to the showers and didn’t expect to see her there. I looked up at her in surprise and she caught me in her clear crystalline green-eyed stare. I did a quick double take, then cursed myself for showing any reaction at all. This game we’d been playing was all about control, I couldn’t let her think she had any effect on me, you know?

“Hello Mrs. Holcomb, how can I help you today?”

“I missed you last night, Sir,” she whispered, turning her head down as if looking at the floor, but looking up at me, fluttering her long eyelashes at me. I didn’t reply, just held her gaze.

“Did you miss me?”

I looked around to confirm no one could hear us. “What do you want, Amy?”

She reached across the counter and put her hand lightly on my forearm. “I just got done playing tennis with some friends and I need to take a shower.” She licked her lips.

“I’m not going to do this with you Amy, not here, not now.”

She pulled her hand back as if burned, crossed her arms and stared daggers at me.

There’s that old fire, I thought.

“I could get someone else to come with me,” she growled under her breath.

“Try it,” I dared her, then looked at the screen in front of me, pulling up member accounts at random to appear busy. She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the corridor of private shower rooms.

She had only taken a few steps when I called after her, “I have your appointment set for this evening Mrs. Holcomb.”

Amy froze and started to turn, but stopped. She dropped her shoulders in defeat and walked down the hall.

When Erin came back from break she was followed by Brendan, one of the caddies who’d been training to work the spa.

“Brendan’s gonna cover for us while we go to lunch.”

“Great, thanks buddy.”

“No sinop escort problem man, I owe you anyway.”

Brendan was only nineteen and I bought him beer whenever he needed it. We weren’t friends outside work but he was a good guy and we helped each other out whenever we could.

Erin and I drove into town to a little sandwich place with outdoor seating. I started telling her what was going on in the car on the way over. By the time we got there I had gotten from the time Amy filed the complaint on me, up to the night I met her in the bar. Erin was looking at me with an incredulous bug eyed expression. We stopped talking until we had ordered our food and were seated outside. We took a table on the edge of the patio where no one else was seated, and I told her the rest of the story, from Wednesday night when we slept together for the first time, through Thursday when she smashed my computer and I decided to take charge, up until this morning when I thought I was going to lose my job because Amy had complained about me again.

Erin looked at me and silently chewed her sandwich. She swallowed, took a sip of her diet soda, and said, “Okay first of all, Amy was right, you ARE a fucking pervert. Second, tell it to me again, only slower and sexier. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever FUCKING heard!” She slapped me on the shoulder and bit into her sandwich with a grin. A few people were staring at us now. I smiled sheepishly and waved at them. They looked away.

“So why are you letting this get you bent out of shape?”

“I don’t know. It’s weird. That stuff you were saying about her this morning threw me. I’ve been feeling like maybe she was more into me than she was letting on, and I’m not sure I’m okay with that. I mean, that thing with the phone numbers, she deleted all the female names from my phonebook. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“Uh… to piss you off? She obviously gets off on the shit you do when you’re pissed. And not for nothing, seems like you do to.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well she’s clearly not getting what she needs from her husband, or she wouldn’t have been doing Charlie. And from what you told me about the video… Can I see it?”

“I don’ t have it here, but yeah, sure, of course.”

“Cool. Well, the shit she was doing with you, she wasn’t getting from Charlie. So maybe… maybe she’s just buying what you’re selling.”

“Honestly, I don’t know who’s selling and who’s buying. The freaky shit she had me doing, I never did that with anybody. And didn’t do it with her until she asked me to.”

“I got news for you buddy, a little spanking and some playful biting ain’t all that freaky.”

“What do you mean?”

Erin rolled her eyes at me and sighed. “I mean maybe you need to broaden your horizons a little. I’d bet she’d be into even kinkier stuff than what the two of you have been doing.”

“Like what?”

Erin looked at me and kept eating her lunch.

“You wanna hang out after work?”

“Can’t, I’m supposed to see Amy.”

“Gimme your phone.”

“Why?”

She reached out her hand and made a grabbing motion, “Come on,” she said wiping her other hand off on the table cloth, “just gimme the fucking phone.”

I handed her my phone and started eating my as yet untouched lunch. Erin pushed buttons madly and paused. I ate my sandwich in silence and looked on. A minute later, maybe less, the phone vibrated. Erin looked at the screen and tapped away at the keypad some more. Again, after a longer pause this time, the phone vibrated. Erin read the screen, pushed a couple keys and handed me the phone. It was open to the text message history where I could see a series of exchanges between Erin (as me) and Amy.

=> David: busy tonight. come saturday instead

=> Amy: really need 2 c u

=> David: you really need to figure out who’s in charge

=> David: do what i say or i’ll make you wait longer

=> Amy: im sorry sir. what time saturday?

Erin had a shit eating grin on her face. “So it’s ‘Sir’ now, is it? She’s got it bad. If I were you I wouldn’t tell her what time until tomorrow. It’ll drive her nuts.”

“That’s great Erin, but after last night I’m as hard up as she is. I REALLY wanted her to come over tonight.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to try and show you a good time myself.”

It had been months since Erin and I last hooked up. She made it pretty clear when things started to get serious with her boyfriend that she and I were back to “just friends”. I cocked an eyebrow at Erin, an expression she knew me well enough to know translated to “What the fuck are you talking about?” Her only response was a sly smile. She gathered up the remains of our lunch and tossed it into the trash behind our table. “We gotta get back or we’ll be late. Come on.”

I got up to follow her back to my car. On the way I asked, “What do you mean show me a good time, Erin?”

She put a little extra swagger in her walk, shook her ass at me. Then she looked over her shoulder at me and winked. Any doubts I might have had about what she meant were gone.

In the car on the way back to work, even though it was against my better judgment, I had to ask, “Erin, what about your boyfriend?” Always gotta look a gift horse in the mouth. I was gonna fuck this up, I could feel it.

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