So many lives and so many wives…

I stare across at her sleeping form and try to figure out where she features in the long line of spouses that have shared the intimacy of my bed. She sleeps peacefully – mouth slightly parted, long ebony lashes resting softly against her face.

I think it must be nice to sleep like that, to escape the rigors of conscious thought. It’s a gift that I envy, one I can never possess. In my envy at least I am humanlike. On many occasions I’ve tried to imagine what it must be like to nestle in the open arms of slumber, to be both renewed and relaxed from within. I have read many books on the subject and tried different drugs. But the art of sleeping, the way other humanoids do, evades me. Truth be told, perhaps I’m too busy living for sleep to be part of who I am.

I breathe deeply in faux humanity but its falseness lodges inside me like a broken winged bird. I am no more human than the four hundred billion stars that make up the Milky Way. As if to testify to that, my internal body clock tells me it’s seven twenty nine. I lie still, limp as a rag – ready to simulate my sudden awakening.

7:29:58…

7:29:59…

7:30…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

‘Alarm clock off computer,’ I groan, imitating a still sleepy state.

Yet another charade. My lies are eroding me. Day by day a little more of me crumbles away. I hate lying to her. She deserves better.

‘Hey baby,’ she murmurs, rolling over. She’s naked beneath that white sheet and thoughts of sniffing and licking her warm cunt before filling her cross my mind.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she smiles.

‘You do? How’s that?’

She merely points to my stiffening cock, then wraps her hand around it, slowly pumping, teasing my tip and sensitive frenulum. We lock eyes and within, a smouldering arises from the embers of morning. She always was a lusty woman.

‘I want some breakfast,’ I say, pushing her hand away. Playfully she pouts, then lies back for me, letting me part her legs.

‘Good girl,’ I tell her before sliding my wet tongue slowly the entire length of her slit.

Mhmm…divine.

I repeat the process a few times. Gently I kiss her inner thighs, knowing she will love the sensation but will be missing my worshipful tongue on her pussy. She’s grabbing at the sheets now. Smiling, I return to her puffy lips, nibbling lightly, nosing her and grazing her skin with my stubble.

‘You smell so fucking good Kirsty.’

Grabbing her ass, I pull her closer and circle her little clit with my tongue. She needs filled, so I slide a finger inside while I lick. She’s gooey and warm in there. So needy for my cum. A gradual build up of speed is required to stoke her fire. My tongue works it’s magic in unison with caressing fingers. So much wetness is slipping from her, coating my fingers. I need to get my dick in there – bury it deep, slam that spot that makes her grip me like crazy. But she has to cum first. She’s close.

‘Fuck Enza!’ she cries. Her back arches and suddenly she’s creaming all over my fingers, pulsating and thrusting madly. Slowly she comes down from the high and I massage her lightly before pulling my fingers out and licking them.

She moans as I mount her and slide into her still slightly throbbing hole. A breast in one hand and a hip gripped tightly in the other, I fuck her for all I’m worth. Before long she cums again. I grit my teeth and try to hold on but her surging muscles stroking me wetly prove too much. Cum jets from my euphoric dick, splashing every part of her vagina. The thought of it drives me insane, sending still more gushing into her void. I push deep so that my sac is resting on her, hoping she can feel the spasms. There I hold it, gripping her to me, proud to have pleasured my woman.

After a moment I attempt to roll off but she grabs my buttocks in an effort to make me stay.

‘Nu-uh. We’re not done yet.’

‘Kirsty you know I don’t have time to. I’ve an audience with Rousakel Chyne at eleven and there are preparations to be made.’

‘Yes, but I also know he’s been waiting eight years to see your show. Another hour won’t kill him. Send a message and say we’ve been delayed.’

I raise an eyebrow as she attempts to shove her breast in my face.

‘If it was up to you I doubt we’d ever get out of bed at all,’ I say, unable to resist nuzzling her bosom. Against my better judgement we make love for another hour.

Two hours later and badly behind schedule, I instruct the Captain of my ship, the Incarnare to take us to the planet Damoclatees at full speed. He is not impressed at the pressure this will put on the ship’s newly calibrated engines but he complies anyway, no doubt putting two and two together upon noticing my ruffled hair and decidedly ruddy complexion. Probably he expects this sort of thing from newly weds like us. I would.

Funny thing is, I promised myself I would never marry again after Mary. You see my last wife Mary was special – the kind of person that completes you erzurum escort in ways you didn’t even know you needed. The kind that seems to know your every thought and wish before you even think it. I was an open book to her once, or so it seemed. Well, I suppose she understood the parts I let her see. My uniqueness was never disclosed. She thought me human and while I was with her, I rarely felt myself to be anything but. I felt guilty on those rare occasions for not being truthful but I consoled myself with the knowledge that no one ever really knows a person fully – everyone has secrets and things they don’t share. Either way, two thousand six hundred years after she died, I met Kirsty and discovered I could still feel love or a close approximation thereof at the very least.

I stride along the corridors of the Incarnare dressed in head to toe black, my waistcoat flapping open with every movement. My outfit is ridiculously cliche. I know that. But I care not. Throughout the galaxy, magicians have dressed like this for eons. So who am I to trample tradition? If people want to assume I’m just another space carnival act, then let them. My goal is to share my gift. Always has been. That involves pretending to be the pretenders just a little bit.

I unlock the granite door to my focus room with a brief retinal scan.

‘Access granted,’ drones the computer and the door whooshes open.

Once inside, that familiar boredom seeps into my body. All around are unusual artifacts – a huge carving of Vesparite stone from Yu’Geatch, a platform made from obsidian, inside a tank, a chunk of shape shifting ice from the ice moon of Zoth swirls and shifts then glows when it registers my presence. All of these things are meant to give the impression my powers are magical. Instead they are responsible for my ennui as is being in the room itself. I’m trapped here just as I am in the role I’ve assumed – pretending.

With no routines to practice, I feel like a school kid wanting to bunk school. I’d rather spend the rest of the trip with Kirsty than sit here doing meditation on a rubber mat.

So I vacate the focus room and float down the corridor, utterly wrapped up in the thought of surprising my beautiful wife. Who knows, maybe we will pick up where we left off again? She certainly still seemed to have been ready for more.

I open the door and discover that yes, she very definitely IS ready for more.

‘Gods, oh Jaspa! Yes! Yes! Harder!’

She’s writhing naked in our bed, in the clutches of an equally naked burly officer. The draft of the door must have alerted them to my presence and both turn in shock. But before they glimpse me, I cloak myself and walk away stealthily.

‘Enza? Enza?’ she cries. ‘Is that you?’

I grit my teeth, almost grinding them to dust. The moment I saw her lying there, legs spread like a Bagytan whore, I made my mind up. I will disappear from public life as planned after my last performance, only in my new plan, she will not be coming. She is my wife in name now only.

‘Are you there my love?’ she calls out into the corridor.

Behind her I can see the officer scrambling to make his exit. I press myself against the wall, still cloaked and brace myself to tell her of my decision.

‘You’re my wife no longer Kirsty. You betrayed me for no good reason when I’ve only ever done my best for you. For us.’

‘But Enza,’ she sobs.

‘No buts Kirsty. I never want to see you again.’

I have no more words. My shock and disappointment is too great. A primality takes over and I head to the supply deck where I kick around some crates and punch a few walls. Not very fitting for a being of my age but it is satisfying nonetheless. When my anger is lessened, I make my way to the bridge and discover that we are only three quarters of an hour away from Damoclatees where a man called Rousakel Chyne awaits me. He is not only a member of the Damoclateen council but is also incredibly rich and a HUGE fan of magic. Therefore I need to pull myself together.

I use the age old calming techniques taught to me by a holy man I once met called Buddha. I find it helps. The questions soon return though.

How could she have done that? Did I not satisfy her? How could I have been so blinded by her? How could I have not seen this part of her make-up?

As usual the bridge is busy which distracts me well enough. Beams of elongated starlight stretch past us on the front viewer, seemingly without end. From where I’m seated I can observe the Captain in full flow and get to watch him at his work.

He orders the ship’s navigator to drop us out of warp and then turns.

‘We’re within communication range now Sir.’

I open up a channel.

‘Greetings. This is Enza Gray. Please inform Senator Rousakel Chyne that I’m almost within transport range.’

The spindly purple being before me on the viewscreen shiftly awkwardly from leg to leg, brushing his fangs with a strange set eskişehir escort of shaggy antennae.

‘I am afraid Senator Chyne cannot see you.’

‘What? But we have come all this way. May I ask why?’

The purple being makes a snorting sound.

‘Senator Rousakel Chyne died two days ago. His funeral ceremony will be held tomorrow.’

He or she makes a move to shut down the connection but I hold out my hand to halt them. I need to know more.

‘Can anyone attend this funeral?

‘Certainly not. You must have an invitation.’

‘Then you must get me one. Please remember to say it is for Enza Gray.’

‘I will do my best,’ says the creature bowing slightly.

I think it unlikely that he will succeed in his mission but I am surprised to find two hours later that he has managed to arrange it.

I sit in my focus room studying the guest list, determined to avoid Kirsty. I’m interested to see who I know on the list. Apparently, twelve thousand will be in attendance from every corner of the quadrant. Partway down there’s a name I hadn’t expected; Myra Qhan. I wince. There’s no homeworld listed. Mine is the only other name to be listed in such a manner. The only additional detail beside her name is her title ‘Enchantress Extraordinaire’. We are both enigmas it would seem.

For years now, she has been my only rival, the only one who has ever come close to surpassing the spectacular feats I’ve performed on countless planets. I try to tell myself it doesn’t bother me. But clearly it does, because I don’t want her on that damn list! For the first time ever, Myra and I will share the same ‘breathing’ space. I am not a happy humanoid. This is all I need, another woman I don’t want to see.

Well, I muse to myself. Perhaps the answer to that is for me to find a woman or two I do feel like seeing…

After I reach planetside and settle into my luxurious accommodations, I immediately go off in search of the nearest refreshment parlour. It’s called ‘Storm’. I can see why. Up on two seperate podiums two groups of couples dance and gyrate in nothing but waterproof body paint. I say this because it is alternately raining from somewhere in the ceiling and blowing a draft over them in imitation of a storm, yet none of it seems to be affecting their paint. Taking a seat near the bar, I watch. Now and then a bolt of special effect lightning spears one of the dancing couples and they fall to the ground theatrically as though dead. Moments later, they stir and begin crawling over each other where they lie, moving and humping in time to the music.

‘Aren’t you going to order something?’ a sultry voice says from my elbow.

I turn to find a stunningly beautiful Hyrexian woman standing there.

‘I am indeed. I was just wondering what to have. What do you recommend?’

She smiles and then looks pointedly at the empty seat next to mine.

‘Want to sit for a while and advise me?’

‘Sure.’

She makes herself comfortable and drags the menu that’s hovering above the table to her, tapping a mercury coloured talon on its outer edge.

‘I think you’d like ‘A Sultry Heatwave,’ she says. She glides the menu over to me so I can see what’s in it and flicks her braided white hair over her bronzed shoulder.

I don’t need to look. I don’t care what I have to drink. I just want her to help me forget.

‘Sounds perfect. Shall I make it two?’

‘Why not?’

Our drinks arrive while we are making flirtatious small talk. I discover that she is a procurer of exotic goods for the wealthy and that she too is here for the funeral. Apparently she often sourced items for the Senator and is quite upset to find he has passed.

‘Yes, I shall miss him,’ she says. ‘He always had the most excellent taste and was very generous in his ways I found.’

‘I don’t blame him,’ I murmur, watching her plump lips close in on the edge of her glass. She gazes up at me, eyes half lidded, a slightly mischievous quirk playing at one corner of her lips.

‘How is your drink? She purrs.

She leans in and strokes the top of my arm tenderly.

‘It’s delicious, just like yourself.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yes. I’m wondering if you are as sweet.’

We lean much closer till our faces are almost touching. I take hold of the back of her braid covered head and draw her lips to mine. She kisses back, hungrily, pressing, gasping as her tongue quests for mine. We back off at the same time and eye each other over our drinks. Assessing.

My dick protests in my pants as I take in her full breasts and curvaceous hips. She is examining me too. But neither of us care. We know what this is.

‘Want to come back to my place?’ she suggests, draining her glass.

‘I’d love to.’

Glasses are hastily drained and we both make our exit.

As we hurry down the street, passing stalls and vendors, I’m not quite so confident now that we have left. She had kissed me quite ferociously in the bar. Almost gaziantep escort predatorial in manner. Perhaps it might be wise to dial the passion back a notch and build things up slowly. There’s no rush.

But no. Once the door closes behind us, she’s on me. She has me up against it, one leg raised so she can grind her heated pussy against my thigh. Her mercury nails are piercing my nape while her mouth is biting and nipping at my throat.

I grab her roving hands. There’s blood on her nails.

‘Let’s take this to the bed huh?’

‘But I want you to fuck me against the door, hard, like a stallion. Make it rattle, so everyone out there knows what we’re doing.’

If my back wasn’t already against the door, I’d have taken a step back. She seems too aggressive for me and is already tearing at both our clothes. In fact most of hers are gone. Flung who knows where.

Noting my waning enthusiasm she strides over to a drawer and to my dismay she pulls out a holographic dick and starts programming it to attach to her form.

‘Maybe you’d prefer I fuck you then? She says, proudly displaying her quite frankly worryingly large artificial cock.

I’m still against the door and all I can think about right now is getting away. Instead, I smile and walk towards her, looking with fake lust at her cock.

‘Wow…look at you.’

She smiles.

‘You like?’

‘I really do. But since this is my first time, I’d prefer the bed,’ I tell her. ‘And I’m going to need to use your bathroom first too.’

She nods. And as I’d hoped, she goes and lies on the bed to wait, leaving me to take care of business. Once in the bathroom, I cloak. A few moments pass and then I slip out of the bathroom, then quietly through the outer door. Unfortunately, the outer door is not quiet. She hears it and immediately knows what has happened. I can hear her shouting behind me. Who cares though? I’m away. Away from her savagery and her kinky toys. If I see her tomorrow, I’ll just add her to the growing list of women I ignore.

The day of the funeral arrives bringing with it a sense of apprehension. However it is dignified orderly as opposed to the usual chaotic outpourings of grief seen in many cultures. The event is being held in an open air arena beneath the lilac hues of the twin Damoclateen suns. Row upon row of people sit waiting solemnly for the service to begin. They do not chat. A few murmur a small greeting or two. It makes me wonder if any of them know each other at all, let alone the Senator.

I sit down and look across at the Senator’s family who are gathered at the foot of the circular stage. They too are gazing up at the bullet shaped casket, looking calmer than the Xantosian lakes. Perhaps this is just their personal way of dealing with grief I tell myself.

Suddenly the family’s attention turns elsewhere. I crane my neck to see what they’re looking at.

Multiple chimes ring out in pleasant harmony as a trio of monks file out bedecked in simple flowing robes. They bow at the waist as a cool refreshing breeze wafts in from the nearby ocean. The one on the left with pure white hair begins to speak.

‘Welcome one and all. You have been invited here today to witness the funeral of Senator Rousakel Chyne who died by his own hand three days ago.’

What! Died by his own hand? As in suicide?

I had not even realised. How awful for his family. That being the case they are holding up even better than I thought. I wonder how he died? And it’s only been three days. Three days…

An idea starts to form. I’ve done it before, a very long time ago. I think with a huge effort, I might be able to perform a resurrection again. But should I, since the man has made his choice to die and his family don’t seem that visibly grief stricken?

Yes. I should.

I fully intend to reanimate the Senator’s body seconds before they vaporise his casket. This will be my final act as Enza Gray, Enchanter Extraordinaire, putting to an end the rivalry between myself and Enchantress Myra once and for all. But more importantly, on a much more personal level, it will help me draw a line under this old life. I’ll be free to start anew elsewhere – away from the treachery of my twenty third wife Kirsty.

As the albino monk speaks I scan the crowd for any sign of Myra.

I see her.

She is sitting to the right of me wearing her ridiculous trademark veil and gloves. They’re always the same. Completely opaque and the colour of arterial blood. I despise them. Especially as today they cause me to wonder at the manner of the Senator’s death.

What is she thinking I wonder? I lower my gaze, annoyed that I had momentarily forgotten that mind reading is one of her unique gifts – one that I lack.

I must avoid thinking of my envy lest she sense it. Yes, I envy the man in the casket, whose atoms will eventually assemble themselves into something else. What wouldn’t I give to be mortal, to eventually be able to purge this massive cache of thoughts and memories in my head – to start over as something else. Maybe a beetle. Or a worm. Lowly yes but at least it would be a totally fresh start. No baggage. No lies. No memories.

The monk has stopped talking and a huge screen now hovers above us all. Myra turns her veiled head towards me. I ignore her gaze and sit back to watch, wondering what we are going to see.

Eric woke up in his bed, stretched, and went to the shower. After dressing, he sat down in front of the tv. Just another day as an alien abductee. He wasn’t feeling hungry yet, but he knew the first girl should be arriving soon. As if on cue, the door opened, he looked up, and gave a start. The woman at the door was not being propelled through it, but was simply standing in the doorway. She didn’t look scared or confused, just determined, and the door stayed open.

“Come with me.” She said.

…

Eric sat down across a table from the women, who was named Veronica.

“So you’re like an underground resistance of escaped slaves?”

“That’s right, the Progenitors are good, but they’re not perfect. Every once in a while someone escapes and makes their way down here. Sometimes we stage raids and free as many people as we can.”

“I’m amazed you can stay hidden from them.”

“You’ve probably never realized how big this ship is; it’s almost the size of a moon. It’s easy to hide in the lower decks since the Progenitors have largely abandoned them. They send raids down occasionally, but they don’t tend to be successful.”

“Well this is great, just fantastic! I’ve been a prisoner for so long, I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to be free. The things they’ve made me do, I would have done anything to end it. I’ll do anything I can to repay you, sign me up for the resistance!”

Veronica paused, staring at him uncomfortably for a minute.

“The thing is Eric, the greatest help you could be to us is… to keep making essence. You have to understand, all of the technology here is organic; everything runs on essence. The portals, our weapons, all our biomods. We even use it to grow food. Before we freed you, our only supply was raiding the ship’s essence stores, but that can be incredibly risky. Now that we have you, our supply problems will be over. Recovering you was the greatest victory we’ve had in a hundred years. If you can… supply us, we’ll have enough resources to make real strikes against the Progenitors, maybe even finally liberate the ship for all the slaves they’ve taken. It all depends on you.”

Eric was quiet for a long minute “You know what you’re asking me to do.”

“I know.”

“The Progenitors, or whatever you call them, kidnap me, alter me, enslave me, force me to do horrible things, not just once, but over and over, day after day. Now here you are, talking about freedom, and you want me to do the exact same bullshit. How are you any better? At least with them I got all the tv I wanted!”

Veronica got angry “The difference is you’ll be doing it for a cause. Instead of feeding the progenitors’ slave machine, you’ll be helping fight to free everyone they’ve used and exploited. You’ll be avenging the millions they’ve killed to feed their horrible appetites. And another thing, the women will be volunteers, they won’t be scared and abused, they’ll be just like you; willing participants in a war that we need to win!”

Eric sat back, Veronica’s words had struck home. “The girls will be volunteers? You won’t force them?”

“Of course, you think we’re as bad as they are?”

“But making the essence pods kills the women!”

“Not if we give them medical care afterwards, the progenitors simply choose not to make the effort, the women will be fine.”

“… well I guess if it’s that important.”

Veronica smiled “Eric, it’s the greatest thing you can do for us. Thank you, so much. Look, I know this isn’t going to be easy for you, I don’t like asking you to do it any more than giresun escort you want to do it. But this is war, and sometimes you have to do what you must. Follow Adam, he’ll show you to your room. You can have a few hours to settle in, then we can set you up with the first… volunteer”

…

A few hours later, the door to Eric’s new room opened. Veronica walked in with another girl. She looked really young, just out of high school.

Veronica said “Eric, this Kristen, she’s our first volunteer.”

Veronica smiled uncomfortably. “I’ll uh, leave you to alone. Open the door when you’re done.” With, that, Veronica fled, leaving Kristen alone with Eric.

Eric studied Kristen. Even after the hundreds of girls he had been with, she was shockingly pretty. It had been hours since he had been with a woman, and the hunger arousal was building in his stomach. He was already getting stiff looking at her. Still, Eric had learned iron self control over his years of captivity; he had hours to go before he’d lose that control. Kristen looked terrified, and Eric decided if this was going to be a new chapter in his life on the ship, he was going to start it by being considerate of the girls again.

“Hi Kristen. Uh, how old are you?”

“Nineteen” she said hesitantly. She had a breathy, alto voice, Eric’s groin gave another lurch.

“God, you make me feel like an old man, I was 24 when they took me. That was… I don’t know how long ago. Maybe a few years”

“It sounds terrible.”

“Everything on this ship is terrible, I know some might see me as lucky. But it turns out a slave of any type is still a slave. How’d you end up with the resistance?”

Kristen became visibly more relaxed as she talked.

“Well, I was taken during a friend’s graduation party. I’m sure my friends were taken too, but I haven’t seen them yet. I woke up strapped to a table. I don’t know what they were going to do to me. I was being transported down a corridor with a bunch of other people when there was an explosion. The resistance was on a raid, and they brought me here with them.”

Eric paused “So you’re ok with this, with us.”

Kristen looked down, flushing “Yeah, when I got here and found what they had saved me from, I wanted to do whatever I could to help. When they explained what they wanted, of course I freaked out. But I’m not a fighter, and I want to do more than farm or clean so…” She looked up at him and smiled. “Besides, I always liked older guys.”

Eric smiled back “Is this… you first time?”

She didn’t hesitate “No, I had a boyfriend back home. Though he barely knew what he was doing. Its weird, I spent so much time with him trying not to get pregnant, it’s weird to be here and asked to start making babies… or whatever.”

She looked him in the eye “So how does this work?”

Now it was Eric’s turn to blush “Well, it’s pretty simple, they made my saliva a super aphrodisiac, so all I have to do is kiss you and things will go from there.”

“That’s convenient. Uh, lay one on me.”

Eric hesitated “Can we undress first?”

“O-kay, why?

“As soon as I kiss you, you’ll lose control, you won’t be able to stop yourself, I want to go as far as we can with you under your own free will, so I know it’s your choice. I’m tired of forcing people.”

Kristen looked him in the eye and nodded. “You’re a good guy Eric, give me a minute.”

Kristen stood up and calmly removed her shirt. Not taking her eyes off Eric, she unbuttoned her pants yalova escort and slid them down her thighs. “Will you help me with my bra?” Kristen turned around. Eric’s penis went stiff when he saw she had a thong, and a great ass filling it. Eric reached up and unhooked her bra in one smooth motion.

“You’re way better at that than by boyfriend.”

“I’ve had lots of practice”

Kristen grabbed her thong and pulled it down, sticking her ass towards Eric as she bent over. He wondered if she was teasing him, even though she was acting very businesslike. She turned around and stood naked before him. Her body was as beautiful as her face.

“Your turn buddy.”

Eric gave a start and rapidly undressed. Kristen nodded approvingly. “Nice, though a little hairy.”

“Ouch!”

Kristen gave a laugh “Well, you ready now?”

“Yeah uh lets lay on the bed.”

They laid down side by side staring at the ceiling for a minute.

“Eric, it’s really ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay , let’s do this.”

Eric took Kristen’s hand and started sucking on her pointer finger. Kristen looked puzzled for a minute, then drew in a breath. “I can feel it, it’s like heat traveling up my arm.”

“Yup that’s it, you should really feel it in a second.”

Kristen nodded, then gave a little gasp, Eric saw her nipples stiffen and her back arched a little.

“Oh god, that feels great!” Kristen laid back on the bed with a sigh and started running her hands over her body. Eric leaned over her and started kissing her neck. Kristen started gasping “Oh god, Oh!” Getting into it now, he traced circles over her breasts and pinched her nipples, his tongue traced the contours of her stomach. He put a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. Kristen gasped and arched her back, her legs twitched as shocks were sent up her spine. Totally into it now, Eric climbed on top of her, he felt her pubic hair against his thigh. He kissed her deeply, running his tongue in her mouth, and slowly pushed into her. He heard her groan through the kiss as he entered her. He felt her pressing around him, warm and went. He began to thrust into her. During his captivity, Eric had been with hundreds of women, and he had learned how to pace himself. He put his hands on her hips, guiding her to move with him. He raised himself up so he could look at her whole body, entwining his fingers with hers.

Then, for the first time in a while, Eric looked into the eyes of the girl beneath him. Kristen was moaning with each of their thrusts, lust and joy were shining on her face. Eric felt himself getting hotter, felt the spring in his groin winding tight. He came hard, with a cry he started pounding into her. Kristen gave a scream with each push. After a minute, Eric was spent, he collapsed on Kristen and rolled off of her, to come to rest in the same position they were before starting.

“That was way better than with my boyfriend.”

Eric laughed “I’m glad.”

“Still didn’t come though.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be doing a lot of that in a minute.”

“Sounds ok, when does it start?”

“Give it a minute.”

The waited, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly Kristen gave a gasp. “I think its starting. I feel like… Oh Christ!”

Kristen arched off the bed, thrusting her crotch in the air. Her belly began to swell just above her groin. It rapidly filled in, pushing out to four inches.

“Oh god Eric, that felt so good, I can’t, I can’t..” Kristen was getting hysterical, overwhelmed yozgat escort by the changes to her body.

“Its ok, I’m right here.” Eric stroked her cheek, and Kristen calmed down. In a second the gave a cry an writhed on the bed. Her belly swelled out, getting rounder and wider. It pushed up into the air to about eight inches.

“H-How many more times will this happen?”

“About two or three more times, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As Eric lay next to her, Kristen went through a series of growth spurts. Each time, she felt like a spring was winding up in her groin, accompanied by a fluttering in her belly. When the tightness became unbearable, it would release in a wave, enveloping her whole body in ecstasy. She would moan and cry and arch her back as the heat raced through her body. At the same time, the fluttering became an intense pressure and her stomach would swell out a few inches.

After a few more growth spurts, Kristen’s belly had pressed out to that of a nine month along woman. Her belly button had been pushed out, and pointed to the ceiling.

Kristen felt a shifting inside her, and waves of pleasure started eminating from her groin over her body. Hese were milder than the orgasms she felt before. Eric could see her belly dropping lower and saw movement in her pubic hair as a pod moved into her birth canal. Green fluid began to leak out of her.

“Eric, what’s happening?”

“Its ok, you’re about to go into labor. In a minute you’ll feel the urge to push. Just go along with what your body’s telling you, and you’ll be fine. Kristen, it’ll feel so good we may not be able to talk, so I just wanted to say thanks for making this ok.”

“Eric, I… Oh I feel it, I need to push!”

“Push Kristen! Do it.”

Kristen gave a loud scream Eric knew well. Kristen came so hard it felt like hot wax had been poured on her clit. It enveloped her whole body in a tingling inferno. She pushed down with all the muscles in her groin and belly. As Eric watched, more fluid spurted out of her, and her opening stretched as the first pod was pushed out. After a few seconds, Kristen gave another scream and pushed. She was at the peak of a climax that never ended, and it banished all thought. As Eric watched, Kristen’s opening stretched again and again as she pushed out pod after pod. Each new pod jostled the ones that came before it, making a pile on the bed. After a few minutes. Kristen’s stomach had sagged down to normal. Eric pushed her hair our of her face. She gave a contented sigh, rolled over, and went to sleep.

After a minute, Eric got up an dressed, he threw a sheet over Kristen an went to the door. Adam was waiting outside.

“Were you out here the whole time?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, we soundproofed your room.”

“Oh uh, good. Well, we’re done.”

“Ok.” Adam remained businesslike, “I’ll get the doctor. Kristen will need nutrients ASAP. Then I’ll gather up the pods.”

“Ok, leave two pods for me please.”

“Why?”

Eric gave him a look

“Ok, I suppose you deserve them. See you later.”

Adam strode off. Eric went back to his room to wait with Kristen.

…

A few days later. Kristen was up and on her feet. Eric went to see her.

“how you feeling?”

“Fine, I’m fine. Just tired. Though after being with you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to my boyfriend.”

Eric smiled “You should find a nice Dendarite rebel. They’re supposed to be demons in the sack.”

“Yeah so I heard.” Kristen looked down and gathered herself, then looked up.

“Eric I was thinking. Maybe in a few weeks we could… do it again? I talked to the doctor, he said I have enough eggs for five or six more times, and, well, if its ok…”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Kristen looked him in the eye. “Yes, I think it is.”

Eric smiled. “Well, I’ll think about it.”

We wasted no time getting dressed and packing our bedrolls, and we were gone before the first light. True to Ilnara’s word, we soon left the gorge, the river made a sharp turn, and the rocky shore turned to sand and made for a much quicker time. I had hoped to see more of Ilnara’s afterglow dancing like she had done the previous day. But, after nearly getting killed, she was understandably in a more dour mood. However, her spirits lifted somewhat with the sunrise as she started smiling again.

Yet, we were both much more cautious than we were yesterday, constantly looking over our shoulders and stopping every so often to listen for anything. We did hear something following us, so I drew my sword while Ilnara knocked an arrow. Then I spotted a long, tufted tail dip behind a tree and I lowered my blade.

“I warned you never to cross paths with me again!” I called. Taolung peeked out from behind the tree and Ilnara raised her bow.

“She’s scouting for Gliaan!” Ilnara said.

“No! Don’t kill me!” the other girl said, “I have nowhere else to go!”

“Go back to your mistress!” Ilnara ordered.

“If I go back to Gliaan, she’ll kill me because I didn’t attack you,” Taolung said as she slowly walked out into the open. I got a much better look at her now that she was in daylight. I should have expected her to be beautiful, but she was remarkably beautiful, even by magical standards. She came in alongside Ilnara, the only other Sindaran woman I knew. Her alluring scales were a dull, bronze color in the shade, but in the sunlight, they seemed to take on a golden sheen. Her eyes were amber, and her hair was an iridescent black like a raven, almost a dark blue. Her facial features reminded me of the people who lived far to the east of my home back on Cadionia, with tall cheekbones and sharp, oblique eyes. Her accent was slightly different from Ilnara’s, but she spoke the same language flawlessly.

“So why are you following us?” I asked.

“Probably to rob us and bring back the loot to appease Gliaan,” Ilnara said, “Adiran, I told you we should have killed her.”

Taolung ignored Ilnara and said, “Because… because you showed me mercy.”

“So, what do you want from us?” I asked.

“To join you,” she said, “If I go back to Gliaan, I’ll die, and if I try to survive in the wilderness, I’ll die. You’re my only chance for survival.” I made Ilnara lower her bow slightly, but not all the way. She glared at me and relaxed a little.

“There must be a bounty on your head,” Ilnara said to her. Taolung didn’t reply.

“We’re going to Nelanthas,” Ilnara continued, “If the authorities see you and recognize you, they’ll kill you on sight.”

“What if a knight spoke for me?” she asked.

I snorted a laugh and said, “I haven’t been on this planet for two whole days. My word will likely mean nothing to the authorities.”

“So all of my choices end in death?” Taolung shouted.

“You brought it upon yourself when you became a bandit,” Ilnara said.

“Nari, can we talk?” you said. She followed me a short distance away, never taking her eyes off of the other young woman.

“She’s right,” I said, “All of her options end in death.”

“If I can take care of myself, she can too,” she replied.

“Does she look like she can survive in the wilderness to you?” Ilnara gave the girl a thorough appraisal.

“No, she’s wyvern bait,” she said.

“Well, I don’t want to just leave her to die,” I said, “so if you have any ideas…”

“Adiran, she’s a criminal.”

“So was I, Nari,” I said. Ilnara sighed, and then she understood. We whispered back and forth for a few minutes while Taolung waited patiently.

“I don’t like this,” I said, “It’s too rushed.”

“It was your idea,” Ilnara said, “And you said it’s the only choice,” Then we returned to Taolung.

“Why did you become a bandit?” I asked.

“Because I…”

“Don’t make me ask again,” I said.

“Because I killed my sensei,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“It was an accident!” Taolung sobbed, “We had a terrible argument, and I let my anger grow overnight. When we trained the next morning, I let my fury control me and forgot to hold back my kick. So I struck her much harder than I intended, and I broke her neck.”

“Have you ever killed anyone else?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Innocent?”

“Yes.”

“So you confess to being a murderer then,” you said, “By my code, I am well within my right to execute you where you stand. But, I’ll say that you turned yourself in, so I will offer you a choice, the same one I was given when I was being led to the gallows.” That wasn’t entirely true, my master offered me the choice on my way to prison, but I needed to get through to her. I shuddered to think what would have happened to me in Ironbolt Rock, and I probably would have wished for hanging if I was sent there.

“First choice: we will give you five days of rations and a bow,” I said, “No arrows though so that you don’t shoot us in the back. You would have to survive on your own in the wild.” Taolung didn’t seem to like her chances with that one.

“Or, you can swear yourself to me,” I said, “To be my apprentice, and I would train you düzce escort to be a paladin. That’s all that I can do. Eventually, I will have to return to my homeworld as well. So if you accept, you would be expected to follow me.”

“This planet has nothing more to offer me,” Taolung said, “What would I need to do?”

“You would have to follow my every command,” I said, “to uphold our code to the letter and in spirit, and if you ever break the law again, I will break you. Make no mistake, this is not the easy way out, but you’ll live.”

“That doesn’t sound any worse than working for Gliaan,” she said.

“However, I will also be there for you at all times, along with a whole company of other knights,” I explained, “You will learn our magicks, and you’ll have the ear of the gods in your times of greatest need. It’s probably your best option, but it comes with a lot of baggage.”

“You don’t even know me,” Taolung finally said, “And you already know that I killed my last teacher. Why are you making me this offer?”

“He just wants to have sex with you,” Ilnara said.

“Nari!”

“Adiran, you’ve been giving me that same look ever since our first night in the marsh,” Ilnara said, “I’m not a virgin anymore, I know what that look means. What? I don’t blame you. I mean, look at her. But don’t lie to her that you’re doing this only out of the goodness of your heart.”

I returned to Taolung and caught her ogling me. It occurred to me that I was the first man she had seen in a long time, and the look in her eye was the same one that Ilnara gave me. I had to admit, she looked very appealing as well, and I realized my gaze was lingering a bit too long on parts of her that weren’t her face. We both made a deliberate effort to look away after that.

“Ignore her,” I said, “Yes, you are a beautiful woman, Taolung. But regardless, I would make this offer even if you weren’t.” Admittedly, I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t lying to myself. And Ilnara did have a valid reason not to trust her, especially since she admitted to killing her last teacher. But what kind of paladin would I be if I didn’t show compassion once in a while?

“Damned code of honor,” I whispered and then asked, “Well, what do you say?” Taolung gazed off toward the mountains in thought, then she turned back to me.

“I’ll do it. Is there some kind of ceremony or ritual?” she asked.

“Not until you become a full paladin,” I explained, “right now you’re just a squire. Very well. By the authority given to me by the code of the paladins: you’re now my apprentice, with all benefits and responsibilities therein. We can get more in-depth on the road, but right now, we need to get to Nelanthas.”

“Thank you, um, sir knight,” Taolung said nervously, “I don’t know how to repay you for this.”

“Thank me if it works,” I said as we started moving again.

“If it works?!” Taolung shouted after me.

“The authorities in Nelanthas might not accept it!” Ilnara said ominously.

“So my fate is up to chance then,” she said.

“Not necessarily,” I said, “Per the last peace treaty between our two worlds, the paladin code must be recognized by Sindaran authorities. However, the Paladin Corps has no way to enforce that, and I’ve heard it’s not very popular everywhere.”

“You heard correct,” Ilnara said, “You might face justice yet, bandit.” Taolung snarled at her in reply.

She was very excited to learn from you, though. I started teaching her my code immediately as we walked, and she cocked her head inquisitively the whole time. Maybe she was showing her gratitude to me for giving her a second chance. Maybe she was pretending to be interested to try to sleep with me. Or rob me. I don’t know, but either way, she was acting as flirtatious as Ilnara was yesterday.

The young half-lung was also astonishingly quick and limber. At one point she performed a standing jump onto a log that was suspended three meters in the air. She walked its length with perfect balance while we conversed.

“What does your code say about sleeping with other paladins, though? Hmm?” Taolung asked.

“It’s not forbidden,” I said, “But a romantic relationship between master and apprentice is gravely frowned upon. Let’s not start off on that note or it will make things too complicated.”

“What are you insinuating, master?” Taolung said with mock outrage, “Are you accusing me of trying to seduce you?” I’m a lady of principle.”

“Principle, right,” I said, “Says the woman who admitted to killing her last teacher and then became a bandit.”

Still hanging upside down, Taolung folded her arms and frowned.

“I said it was an accident,” she said, “Besides, you told me you were being led to the gallows when you first became a paladin.”

“Not exactly,” I said, “But I needed to get through to you.” Taolung glared at me then dropped down to the ground.

“So you expect me to follow your moral code, but you lied to me when we first met.”

“That… is a fair accusation,” I said, “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t mind following you,” Taolung said, “But if you want my respect, you need to edirne escort be better than people like Gliaan. She’s always lying.”

“I’ll remember that,” I said, “But the same goes for you. Tell me exactly what happened to your last teacher.”

“She called my mother a traitor to my face,” she said.

“Why would she say that?” I asked.

“There was a revolution in my land, and my mother fought on the losing side,” she said, “I only wanted to punish my teacher for that, but I underestimated the power of my next strike and I broke her neck. The old crone didn’t think I had the strength or skill either, and she was always belittling me. I didn’t respect her either, but I never meant to kill her.”

“What was her name,” I asked, “Just out of curiosity. I’m sure I’ve never heard of her.”

“Shelong the Smoke Fist,” Taolung said.

“What a crock of shit!” Ilnara finally said, “THE Smoke Fist. You can’t have killed her. She died thirty years ago.”

“Yes, by my hand,” Taolung said, “I was only thirty at the time.”

“You mean to tell me Shelong the Smoke Fist was killed by a little girl?” Ilnara asked, “Well since we’re having this conversation, who do you think slew the Great Wyrm of Jurren?”

“Don’t tell me it was you?” Taolung rolled her eyes.

“That’s right,” Ilnara said.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of the Sisters of the Wind,” Taolung said, “I defeated all of them. At the same time.”

Ilnara got up in her face and said, “I climbed the Peaks of Eternity in the dead of winter without a guide or a rope.”

“I once ran a mile in two minutes,” Taolung said.

“I can shoot the wings off a butterfly with my bow,” Ilnara said.

“I can balance on my staff on one foot for an entire day,” Taolung said.

“Well… I’m not a virgin!” Ilnara finished. I had stopped paying attention, so I wasn’t ready when Ilnara yanked my trousers down and wrapped her tongue around my manhood.

“Whoa! Nari, what are you-“

“Showing this one what a real woman looks like,” she said while looking Taolung dead in the eye. Ilnara was taking no prisoners and she devoured my cock. She lubed it up with her saliva until it was good and slick. Then she stood up and yanked her trousers down too.

“Here? Now?” I asked while looking sheepishly at Taolung. Ilnara turned around and lined my cock up with her pussy then pulled me inside her.

“Right here,” Ilnara hissed, “Right now.” Then she wrapped her tail around my waist so I would fuck her properly. Ilnara leaned forward against a tree and arched her back seductively at Taolung who stared with a mixture of discomfort, anger, and genuine arousal.

“Fuck me good, Adiran!” Ilnara said. I shrugged and grabbed hold of her hips for more leverage as I plowed her from behind. She smiled victoriously and never broke eye contact with Taolung. For her part, my apprentice gradually succumbed to her lust and her hand found its way inside her pants. She broke eye contact with Ilnara, though, and stared at me instead.

Meanwhile, Ilnara forgot about whatever point she was trying to make to Taolung because this was only the second time she had ever had sex. She lost herself in the moment and her tail started squeezing my waist a little too tight. While I felt bad for Taolung, Ilnara’s tight cunt still felt incredible, and soon I was just as lost in the moment as her.

Taolung didn’t even seem to mind Ilnara’s pettiness, at least not too badly. The half-lung wiggled out of her pants and squatted. Two fingers slid in out and out of her snatch while she tickled her clit with the tip of her long, tufted tail.

Then Ilnara said, “Pull my horns! Hold on to my horns and take me!” I did as requested and grabbed hold of her longest pair of horns like they were handles. I tried pumping in and out of her faster, but Ilnara wasn’t impressed yet.

“Harder!” she gasped. So I yanked her head back and she wrapped her arms around the nearest tree trunk. I slammed into her over and over and the sound of flesh slapping together echoed through the forest.

Taolung was now squeezing her clit between her fingers and twisting it just like her nipple in her other hand. Her tail was in her mouth, and she bit it to avoid screaming out loud while she came from watching me in the middle of sex.

Ilnara and I came not long after, and I remembered to pull out of her. My cum painted Nari’s back white. Her tail let go of my waste and she hung onto the tree panting from exertion. Then she looked back at me with those hypnotic, green eyes and wagged her tail like a cat.

“What were we… thanks Adiran,” Nari said, but then the reality of what we did set in and she looked away self-consciously. Taolung was stretched out languidly in the shade with her tail draped over her ankles. Then she sat up and remembered what we were up to.

“Right, Nelanthas,” she said then scowled at Ilnara.

We all redressed awkwardly because we all felt uncomfortable after that. I didn’t enjoy cuckolding Taolung like that, she didn’t like being left out, and Ilnara was embarrassed after having sex in front of somebody else. So we continued on in silence elazığ escort before I spoke up.

“That was immature, Nari,” I said.

“Sure it was,” she admitted, “But you reciprocated.”

“That I did,” I sighed, “But did you not hear my conversation with her that I’m trying to live a good example?”

“It’s okay, Sensei. I’m not mad or embarrassed,” Taolung said, “I’ve watched harems have sex before. But next time please find someplace private or invite me to join you.”

“I’ll remember that,” I said, “Ilnara?”

“And I won’t do that again,” she said, “I thought it would be exciting, but I guess I wasn’t ready to cross that threshold just yet.”

We reached the main road around noon, and then our progress went much faster. Wilderness gave way to patches of farmland, then wide, tilled fields. Finally, in the afternoon, we crested a hill, and I saw for the first time the draconic city of Nelanthas.

Although I didn’t care to admit it to my companions, my initial impression was underwhelming. It was beautiful, just as Ilnara said it was. But from her description, I was expecting a vast, urban sprawl like my home city, Argendale. I wondered if perhaps Sindaran cities were smaller than humans’ because they were less numerous.

It may not have been a broad city, but it was a very tall one. I counted twelve towers, their spires plated in a deep blue metal, and each of them was as high as any structure on my homeworld. The walls were also very high, not nearly as high as the towers, but they surrounded Nelanthas like a sheer cliff. One of the twelve towers straddled the walls and doubled as the city’s main gate. A massive, stone-carved dragon with four wings perched atop the gate, which one pair of wings framed underneath, and the other pair wrapped partway around the tower behind it. Suddenly, my first impression was completely shattered when I realized the sheer scale of the structure.

We started to pass by other travelers, some going to the city, others leaving it. Each woman we met did a double-take and stared at us, specifically me, with their mouths agape. This made me uncomfortable because not all of them watched me with wonder. Several seemed to stare at me with malice in their eyes, though I had no idea why. Ilnara noticed this and took my hand.

“What’s that about?” I asked.

“Some people still remember the last war between our worlds,” Ilnara explained.

“That was a hundred years ago!” you said, “My great-grandfather was too young to fight in that war.”

“Well, we’ve established that your people age faster than mine,” Ilnara said, “It’s okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Neither will I… sensei,” Taolung said as well and took my other hand.

“Sensei?” I asked.

“It means teacher,” Taolung said. Ilnara stared daggers at her, and she glared back. Then they both bared their teeth at each other. If I thought Ilnara had an impressive assortment of fangs, Taolung curled back the sides of her lips so far that I saw her back teeth held even more fangs. Ilnara flinched at this threat display and pulled me tighter.

“Knock it off, you two!” I said, “If you were human, you could both have grandchildren by now, so please don’t act like children.”

“Sorry, Adiran,” Ilnara said.

“Sorry, Sensei,” Taolung said immediately after.

I felt much safer between the two of them, but as we drew closer, I realized something was wrong, or something terrible had already happened. I hadn’t seen them at first because of the long grass, but now I began to notice smoldering piles of gods knew what. Black, charred, and some of them reeked like death, but most of them were ashes now. Still, I noticed some telltale signs of what had happened here. Rings of arrows and javelins stuck out of the ground here and there. There was a huge, dead animal with a saddle on its back that had been slashed to pieces. I could tell from the smell of venom that it had been attacked by demons.

“Interesting,” I said when we finally reached the main gate.

A detachment of guards, five of them, met us outside the city. Each woman wore a visored helmet, but the glow of their eyes shone through the eyeholes. The tallest of them wore only light armor, including her helmet from which a crown of horns jutted out the back. She was just as tall as the bandit, Gliaan, though she was far more majestic. She was also far more imposing because she was the first half-dragon I had met who had wings. Though they were folded up tightly, I estimated that her wingspan must have been forty feet at the smallest, and her tail was so long that it dragged on the ground behind her.

She held up her hand, commanding us to halt. Then she removed her helmet, and I avoided gasping out loud. Needless to say, she was as gorgeous as any woman you had ever met because that seemed to be a running theme on this planet. Her eyes were a piercing, icy blue, and her hair fell around her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold. Her lips were a rich brown and glossy like melted chocolate (My world, I get to decide which cash crops grow where), and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss them. Or to have them wrapped around my cock. Although she wore armor, it was lighter than the other four guards and hinted at her body’s curves like a perfect hourglass. Altogether, her face could only be described as nothing short of perfection, which was the beauty inherent from a magical bloodline. I almost didn’t hear her when she spoke because I was so entranced.

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I am continuing this futuristic story of earth’s first contact with a planet in the Galaxy.

2177 on planet Zigrida, supported by a sophisticated robotic device, an earth spaceship had left 20 years ago. This Bot was instrumental in Helping them understand earth’s technology.

This transformed their world’s society.

They questioned this Robot about many issues hearing things unknown to their understanding. However, in time were able to achieve advancements at an alarming rate by being excellent learners.

This robot taught them about minerals, where to find them, in what manner to make various synthetic fabrics and plastics, and how to build with metals. Their whole world was involved in a project to find a way of obtaining these items.

From Quzerline province, Leilani from Malena valley was now in charge of what they call (Objective Mechanism) – a new space agency their world built. They unanimously chose her from the best people in all the planet’s provinces. She was the only one with first-hand knowledge of the people who had escaped; even the one fleeing, one of their own, a woman (Ia’lena from Azula valley). They were all determined to get these males back by all means necessary, and Ia’lena, whom they thought these males abducted for some strange experiments, Leilani told them about.

In 20 years, they quickly went from an agrarian society to a mixture of it and technology, maintaining the unity they had always known. Even though they had found a settlement of males to the south, they were not enough to preserve their planet’s population balance, as their men passed away during fertilization.

They did possess a few advantages; they aged slowly due to the protection of the Nebula that Zigrida was inside of. Also, their bone structure was stronger due to the size of their planet and its gravitational, magnetic field; to put it mildly, they were all strong. In harmony with animals, they also could control all males.

Leilani and her team were almost ready to attempt their first space flight outside the nebula. At a gathering of the political leadership’s annual report, she was summonsed to discuss the year’s progress of the newly formed agency. At the meeting, Leilani told them,” We know we can get through the radiation using our Focus Telepathic Resonance Beam. However, how to make it back once outside remains a problem, but we will find a way.”

The earth robot also warned them of the radiation that existed beyond their nebulas’ protection, which was a problem until the first mission to their dark moon revealed the leftover remnants of the spacecraft left behind by the earth people. This revealed information would help them travel with super speeds and shieldings of various kinds.

Recap On Earth

Engineer Steve and science officer Lisa married three months before she gave birth to a blonde-haired baby named Krystal back in 2158. Lisa is now head of the science department at the Houston Academy but still does science missions aboard the Space-ship Enigma, Captained by Commander Scott, from time to time. Steve teaches and is the head of the Earth Engineering Institute at the Houston Space Academy. He’s settled down now but thinks about planet Zigrida and his daughter left behind, but he doesn’t say anything to Lisa about that.

The spaceship Enigma is sent to the radiation belt to ensure everything is well and nothing unusual happens yearly, along with sophisticated satellite systems circling, sending back moment-to-moment sensor readings to the Neptune research base. Commander Scott believes Lisa tags along to ensure that Planet Zigrida’s females are not up to anything.

“Look, Commander, I want to ensure those women stay on their side of the radiation belt, and we’re on ours.” What could he say? Lisa is very protective of her husband; you would understand if you read the other stories.

Earth Space Command has not tried to send any missions attempting to penetrate the radiation barrier since the loss of two Light Ships. Earth scientists have spent the last 20 years trying to find a safe way through; however, nothing has been promising.

Captain Scott’s missions over the years were to gather sensor readings only.

Mike, the ship’s navigator, and Rachel, his wife, had another baby they named Hannah.

Their oldest daughter Emily graduated from the space academy in 2170, quickly rising to Captain a few years later. At 33, she is a bright, intelligent, and enthusiastic young woman. Their tekirdağ escort son David studied engineering at the ETH Zurich Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Europe. Mike and Rachel were very proud of their children.

Commander Scott and Ia’lena’s family continued to grow; they married and had another daughter they named Qwi’lena, after Ia’lena’s grandmother.

Details in a series called, A female from another world.

Their son Wy’ Jen, handsome and physically talented, quickly took up basketball, baseball, and football, excelling at all three.

The girls were into gymnastics, Meringue scoring a perfect 10 to win the overall championship at the USA Gymnastics Academy and the Olympic games in 2175. Muffin, her sister, was victorious in the balance beam and parallel bars competition, both as beautiful as their mother.

By the year 2177, Wy’Jen was now twenty, along with his sisters, as they were all twins, them being Identical, and he the fraternal of the three.

The commander was beginning to show his age; being 57, simi retired and only traveled on yearly missions to gather findings from the radiation belt, which Earth Command reluctantly allowed him to do. He loved his family, wife, and kids, something he thought he’d never have.

Ia’lena remained in the Space Security Services as an agent.

Wy’Jen, Meringue, and Muffin, after hearing stories of their parents’ adventures, were extremely curious about their mother’s home planet wanting to return there someday. Meringue joined the Space Academy, and Wy’Jen, a Jr Officer, just received authorization to train for a captain’s command. Meringue was already a scientist who wanted to begin preparing for a Lieutenant Commanders’ rank. Being very close to her mother, Muffin followed her into Earth’s Security Services after an introductory semester.

Gathering for the holidays caused the whole group of children to become familiar with each other, hearing hundreds of stories over the years.

Meringue, studying the latest sensor readings of the radiation, came up with an idea to finally penetrate it, bringing it to Wy’Jen late Monday evening. “You know, brother, we can create our resonance beam by recording all of ours and then amplifying it into a pulse beam as the people on Zigrida did.”

“Wow,” was Wy ‘Jen’s response, “Meringue, you’re a genius.”

They spoke to their parents about it, who said to keep this secret because if it turned out that there was a way to get through the radiation, it might destabilize the earth, like when the spacecraft returned 20 years ago.

Scott and Ia’lena brought it up at the thanksgiving gathering to Lisa, Steve, Mike, and Rachel. Lisa was livid about it, fearing the kids would get lost as they did. However, her daughter Krystal very influential, talked her into it, saying, “Mom, you have to let us kids go, besides to be honest, we don’t need your approval, so it’s either help us prepare or live with the fact if anything did go wrong, you’d blame yourself for not trying, right?”

“Okay,” she said, “But I don’t want either you or your father getting close to that planet.”

“Yes, mother, we heard the stories, and no, he isn’t going,” Krystal assured her; she wanted to go see the sister she never knew, but she was not telling her that.

In the meantime, Ia’lena brought up to her husband the fact that both Meringue and Muffin were 18 and would be entering their first spring could be a potential problem. Now I know that before DR. Melissa passed, she shared with you a potion that controlled our pheromones that you used with mixed results, as she pointed to Qwi’lena playing with her 9-year-old friends.

Suddenly their sophisticated Android, Ta’mia, stopped dusting the furniture and looked at Scott.

Scott cleared his throat, then answered, “You know it was all fun and games, right?” However, you are right, but that was decades ago, since then you haven’t gotten pregnant, now don’t get upset.’ ‘I know you were away a lot on missions.”

He placed his hands up, motioning for her not to say anything.

She stayed silent even though she was busting at the seams to answer.

“Now let me continue, please,” Scott softly said.

“Melissa perfected the potion, as you call it, when I brought back the results and my findings, so all it does is render your people’s pheromones inactive, which will be a great help if Wy’Jen decides to go, right?’ ‘Look, Ia’lena, I won’t stop our son from going, but you know he is 50% DNA, (You) they might kill him, we don’t know, it’s his first spring too.’ ‘You know how your people are, and I know Leilani would love to cause our son to breed the people of Maliena valley.’ ‘On top of all that, knowing it’s your son she’s doing it with would add to the challenge.”

“Yes, I know they would make a breeder out of him for his whole life, and no, I don’t want that for him.’ ‘But don’t you think my people, or I won’t find a way tokat escort around you guys’ so-called control spray?” She didn’t tell him, but earth science had nothing to deter their telepathy.

Ia’lena and Scott video-conferenced their kids over for a family discussion. Their mother said, “You guys clear your schedule for tomorrow at 7:00 pm, understood?”

They all knotted, indicating, yeah.

Feb 10th, 2077, Wy’Jen, Meringue, and Muffin arrived at the family home while Qwi’lena came from her upstairs room.

Qwi’lena asked, “So what’s this all about, mom?”

Speaking to them, “Well, Earth Space Command, as you know, has devised a plan to return to my home planet, and I wanted to give you guys my advice on how to operate there.’ ‘You three Wy’Jen, Meringue, and Muffin, will get an official briefing, but nothing like I can, being a native,” she answered.

“And no, before you ask Qwi’lena, you can’t go; you are too young.”

Qwi’lena frowned but kept silent.

Suddenly a buzzing sound interrupted, their father answered the communications device. Everything became quiet. He looked at everyone, saying, “It’s Space Command; I’ll take this to the den; give me a minute.”

Wy’Jen spoke up, “Mom continue.”

Muffin interrupted, “I think Qwi’lene is too young to hear this.”

Qwi’lena stood up, “Muffin, why do you always say that, mom!”

“Now, girls, Muffin, she’s old enough to start to learn things even if she won’t be able to retain it all, “Ia’lena answered; it’s about her too.

“Qwi’lena, when Zigrida females turn 18, our abilities develop.’ ‘These include Telepathy, Pheromones, and Burmusa.’ ‘For about a month in spring, we females ripen into a desire to have babies. For our people, this is normal every spring until about 40.’ ‘Now, as I explained to you before, our males died from a meteorite collision with our planet.’ ‘Our people used our Telepathy in a beam to eventually drive the remnants of it away.’ ‘This beam was detected by Earth Space Agency, where your father was sent out to investigate.’ ‘You know the stories both me and your father have told you all your lives, about how we met and after a time got married.”

“Meringue and Muffin, you both will be taking medicine to control your spring fever.’ ‘Wy’Jen, it will be the first time you’ve been subjected to this process,” their mom explained.

“Well, mom, that’s not quite the full story; one-day last spring, I was busy with homework, and Meringue wanted me to run an errand for her because everyone was gone. I told her, no, I’m busy.’ ‘But before I knew it, I was driving back from the store 1/2 hour later.’ ‘I figured she did something to me,” Wy’Jen said.

Ia’lena turned to Meringue, saying, “Meringue, how could you?”

She smiled and said, “Muffin did it too.”

Muffin defending herself, said, “Mom, we don’t like the earth boys.’ ‘They’re too eager, saying we’re all beautiful, we can read their minds, their gross and weak, only strong ones say no.”

Ia’lena said, “I understand, but it’s your brother.”

Wy’Jen spoke, “It’s okay, mom; they did it a few more times before I deflected their thoughts.”

The girls giggled.

That saying surprised her, she didn’t know he had that ability, and she guessed the timing, being on earth, might have caused some capabilities of the girls to come in early, perhaps telepathy?

Their father returned from the phone call, saying,” Everything is set; you guys are to meet with the flight team this May.’ ‘I am to meet with them to pitch the idea.’ ‘I told them about using females’ telepathy to bubble the ship through the barrier.”

Everyone hurried off to their respective lives for the time being.

Qwi’lene approached her mom with questions and concerns, saying, “I know the other girls say I can’t understand things, but there is a lot I know.” She had a diary she put in everyday events and a journal in which she wrote her dreams, thoughts, and desires. “Mother, I would love to experience your home planet, and I know the earth is mine, but gosh, would seeing Zigrida be wonderful?’ ‘The birds and fish you told me about and the animals.” She paused, “Don’t you want to see your family and Azula valley?’ ‘I mean, it’s been twenty years.”

Ia’lena was silent for a minute or two, then said, “Qwi-lean, you are right.”

She hollered,” Scott!”

He walked over in quite a hurry thinking there was a problem; after a 25-minute discussion in which all he did was nod his head, he said, “Let’s pack; looks like we’re all going to planet Zigrida.”

Qwi’lena jumped up and down, saying, “Yeah, yeah,” clapping her hands, then running off to her room to write down today’s events in her diary.

Meanwhile, in Quzerline province

All was abuzz when the first space flight to their dark moon revealed the remains of the earth ship. The plans, Schematics, and scientific research were discovered. They had duplicated trabzon escort one robot into twenty thousand by now, with more coming online every day.

Leilani gathered the leadership council together for a significant announcement. They have more information about life outside their home planet, nebula, and quadrant of the Galaxy. “It is extremely unsafe, but this additional information will make it possible for us to survive.’ ‘As they did, we will send only one ship for reconnaissance and then see what our options are afterward.”

“Kycatrina’s bioscience teams are working around the clock to provide the safest way forward.’ ‘Now, I know things have changed significantly in such a short period; however, we have had too many empty, uneventful springs. So let us pull it together and rule the day.”

“Questions?”

Aa’luna stood, taking the group’s attention, “Yes, I do; what time frame are we looking at?”

Leilani answered, “six months at the least, just before spring.”

“No other questions?” She asked, “then the meetings adjourned.”

Sai’luna met her mom on the bio-shot transport; she is the head of switching it to Hovering Bio engineering vessels. “Mom, we are ready; want to be the first to travel this way?”

“Sure, let’s go,” Leilani answered.

It worked like a charm and cut time way down across the planet by 90%.

She asked, “So, mother tell me the story again; I love hearing it.”

“Well, as you know, earth males arrived on our planet some twenty years ago, we had no idea they were not our males, but after the meteorite decimated ours, hard times were on the horizon.’ ‘This one male ran into a woman from Azula valley.’ ‘They didn’t report him at first like they were supposed to but used him to get pregnant being spring.’ ‘This male didn’t pass on, which was normal, but lived through the process.”

“Wow, that would be a problem if the male-ones lived.’ ‘Would not the balance of nature be disrupted?” Sai’luna asked.

“Why, of course it would, Sai.” Her mother answered. “If it weren’t for our men being devastated, to be honest, I wouldn’t want one of these others; living through the breeding process is ridiculous.”

“But this female from Azulla valley got pregnant and had three at the same time, and one of them was a male, a 1/2 Zigrida male.’ ‘You should have seen them walking around pregnant the whole house of females; thank goodness there were only three of them.’ ‘It was a crazy time.’ ‘These Azulla girls walking around with fat bellies got famous worldwide; it was sickening.”

“Yes, mother, but it’s going to be hard to find them; where do we start?”

“Well, according to that ship we found, these people are on a planet quite aways’ outside the radiation belt, but often fly missions there.’ ‘Therefore, all we must do is get through it, then use our stun weapon on all of them.’ ‘Board their ship and take them.’ ‘We should have a few minutes before they awaken, then use our pheromones’ to make them take their ships to our planet. We should have enough force beam to bubble at least three ships.”

“Now you know leadership will expect them to be taken to the center, and that we will do, but I want you to get that Azulla male, if possible, mate him, then bring him to me.”

“You think it’ll pass on?” Sai’luna stated earnestly.

“I don’t know, but the rules are off; if you don’t get it, I will.” On purpose, trying to build her sense of competition, which it did.

“But mother, you can’t get pregnant anymore,” saying it with distress on her face.

“Not girls, but I do have boy eggs left,” Her mother reminded her.

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot about women over 45, ha,” Sai said.

She looked at her smugly, “Look, your sisters, who were in their early 30s, will make them extremely ripe.’ ‘After your sisters’ get done, and it isn’t dead, I will line him up with everyone in Maliena valley, so you better find it first,” saying it sternly.

“Mother, you wouldn’t dare; you are just imploring me?” Sai’luna said.

“Probably not, but why risk it?” Their transport landed; Leilani walked away.

Leilani never spoke much about Sai ‘luna’s father, engineer Steve, only that she was taken captive, and he just happened to be there. She did not know it or understand, but she had been in love with Steve ever since. It has never been an issue because males have always passed on. However, she was unaware due to it never happening. Once a female mates with a male one, it is for life unless he dies or he’s not her first or she’s not first in the family.

Sai’luna stood there thinking about the Azulla valley girls; Noi’plita had that long-haired redhead Cya’plita. Tlipion had those fraternal blondes Pli’pilon and Ra’pilon. All three were her rivals and very competent; on top of all that, she had to deal with her mother’s competitive ambition and her more experienced sisters. But she was up to the challenge, being extremely cunning herself.

Earth Planning Commission

It was now March, a month before the scheduled flight to the radiation belt called the G 54 belt. All the latest advancements were being discussed.

The newly made focus dish was ready; it could amplify thought waves by 2000%. This caused them to need at least three fully mature Zigrida females for total magnification.

Another smut free chapter. Start of the final act, hope you enjoy!

It began like every other Friday for most people on the Valentine. The call to awaken by the Captain boomed through every speaker across all three tiers. Those on the bottom floor would start their daily workout with their drill sergeant, while those on the second tier would probably be in one of the many mess halls across the city having their breakfast before being assigned tasks to complete throughout the day; whether that was training sessions or target practice, each day was different for everyone. Tier 3’s had the pleasure of being able to get up any time they wanted unless there was a major issue. Willingham laid in his bed, unable to sleep for the same reason why he couldn’t sleep properly for the past few weeks. He let that Selena go…that shape shifting slime creature whom he sensed was more trouble than she made herself be. Still though, the sex with her was indeed interesting, feeling her soft blue skin self lubricate with that slippery lotion like substance…and how she could take him anywhere he put it in her. He tired to shake it off him once he recalled her curves, apparently taken right from his mind as his perfect body type for a woman.

He had no clue where she went afterward, his time with her left him unable to move until the morning came. He gritted his teeth as he tried to recall the face she formed as she disguised herself as a crew member before she left him alone. No concrete image formed after minutes of interrogating his mind. “She’s probably using a different face anyway…” He muttered to himself as he slowly pushed the warm sheets off him; rising from his bed only in pyjama bottoms which strained against his member. As he paced from the bedroom to the living room area he looked over toward the window wall which overlooked the city below. He could feel it come alive as the people below awoke with it.

Will’s eyes were heavy and bagged, thanks to his lack of sleep, his hair was a mess as was his beard which he had decided to grow a little, a change which garnered a very positive reaction from his three very close friends. He felt a buzz across his wrist, with a soft beeping noise filling the empty and silent apartment. Looking down to his wrist device a strong of blue lettering formed the word ‘Lucy’ projected in a holographic form. Raising an eyebrow he pressed the name, and with a muttering beep the hologram disappeared. Quickly as it went, a screen was projected from the device to a small holographic window in front of his face, appearing on the other end was the petite red head looking back at him with that usual cute grin. Behind her Will could see the people talking among themselves whilst eating their provided food.

“Hey you… you look awful.” She teased, pointing out his clear lack of sleep. She herself looked quite unkept, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, glasses resting on her nose without any makeup on her face; not like she needed it, her natural beauty spoke volumes and the morning look honestly amplified her cuteness.

“Likewise. Why the early call?” Will retorted moving into his kitchen area to brew a cup of coffee. The holographic window followed him as he stepped across the carpeted floor to reach the long and pristine kitchen counter.

“Why not an early call? Have someone over?” She smirked softly with a light nibble on her bottom lip, she wouldn’t ever want to admit that she found his sexual conquests with Mckayla and Angela kinky, but her face alone told a thousand words. Will shook his head in reply, moving his attention to the coffee maker which had started to work its magic. “Either way, I just thought I would check in, you’ve been quite distant for a few days…Kayla thinks so too, said you’ve been on autopilot more often than not.” Will stayed quiet as she spoke, mind flashing to the night with Selena once more. He didn’t know why but the entire situation couldn’t and wouldn’t leave his train of thought recently. He felt that dark part of him think that there was going to be major consequences.

“Just been sleeping shit, thats all.”

“Oh…well maybe I can come over after my duties are through? I can think of a few things to make you relax.” She giggled and winked at him, eyes darting from him to anyone passing her to make sure no one was eavesdropping on her flirty conversation.

“Can’t today, Angela needs me to sign some reports, I dunno how long it’ll take.” Lucy nodded swiftly, pursing her lips as she took in his excuse.

“I know thats code silly. Although maybe I could tag along for the eventual after party? I bet she won’t mind given what you three did at new years…” Will raised an eyebrow as he poured the coffee into black mug branded with block white text reading ‘Galaxies

Tier 3′ He felt the pyjama bottoms shift slightly, the thought of another threesome was appealing; plus it would certainly take his mind off the major fuck up he had.

“She’ll bursa escort like that secret you’ve been hiding thats for sure.” He chucked softly, Lucy followed with another giggle, moving her finger to her lips as she softly rubbed it over her lower lip with her index finger. Willingham had known her long enough to know that she was turned on, and going through the day with that on her mind would drive her crazy.

“Mhmm I bet she would. I would love to be acquainted with her, think she would overlook the clear illegal action? Actually who cares she lets you get away with anything. Plus its not like I’m going to be a Tier 2 for much longer…”

“What do you mean?”

“Hm? oh I thought you knew, I’m being considered to join the Valkyrie Squad. Ever since the pirate attack and losing one of her girls Kayla’s been scouting. Apparently I’ve been n top of their recruitment list for days now.” She couldn’t contain her grin as she spoke. Will grinned back feeling a sense of pride in his close friend.

“No way thats awesome! You’ll love having one of these to yourself rather than just being in mine.”

“I know! It’s not all confirmed yet though, I heard Tracy Harlett is a close second, but she’s been on Mckayla’s bad side a few times in her training sessions. So hopefully I-” Lucy was cut off by a sudden alarm, Will could see the red lights strobing through the blue filter of the hologram window. Concern grew on their faces as the people around Lucy began to confusingly stand and look around.

“An attack?” Lucy muttered as a hard buzzing feeling was felt on Will’s wrist, three names turned up on the device: ‘Mckayla’ ‘Angela’ ‘Captain Rays’. Pressing the names all at once he watched as the window Lucy was in was split into four quadrants. In the top left was Lucy now standing and moving towards the armory, the top right was a mad looking Captain Rays, scowling angrily as he moved down what seemed to be the corridor which lead to the bridge. The bottom half of the screen was filled with Mckayla and Angela, both in places Willingham could not recognize.

“The hell if going on Captain?” Will called as he paced straight toward the window trying to see what was happening out in the deep abyss of outer space.

“Fuck you think is going on? We’re being attacked!”

“It’s different this time…Nothings out there, its an inside job.” Angela spoke up as she was also on the move with a fastened pace. Willingham’s heart sank…Here was that major consequence he was thinking about.

“Any idea what it is?” Mckayla called out, noticing the Lucy was in the conversation also. She passed by a number of worried looking grunts who made their move toward the closest armory. “Lucy whats the panic like down there?”

“It’s all good I-“

“Who the fuck let this pixie in this conference?” Rays boomed as he came to realize that it was four people in the conversation rather than the intended three.

“Leave it Captain, she’s friends with Willingham. We don’t know, obvious guess is that slime creature your squad brought in but we found no evidence that it can form thoughts.” Will stood quiet, he knew that it could. Even form a body, read thoughts and god knows what else Selena could do. “Whoever it is, It’s killed our defenses, we got no shields which usually means-“

There was a loud rumble as the entire station shook, the metal hull creaking; from the darkness came a large ship, then another, then another. More ships flew in from hyperspace and began to fire upon the Valentine. Blue beams of light emanated from the ship as it pierced the hull. There was more than a dozen of them, approaching quickly to breach the station.

“God fucking fuck!” Rays moaned. Angela rolled her eyes and felt her elven ears flick impatiently.

Mckayla piped in over Rays irritated grumbles of endless curses directed at Willingham “Will meet me at the captains office. Were the closest and we need to make sure whatever is attacking us doesn’t get its hands on the Anti Body protocol.”

“Bishop, you’ll be in charge of the ground defense. I’ll order the pilot squad to move out ASAP.” Rays had come back to his senses after his tirade before turning to Lucy “Pixie! You’re on the Valkyrie shortlist yes? Gather them and help defend the city!”

Lucy with a serious and determined expression nodded, looking to Will once more before she turned off her screen to follow the captains orders.

“Orders received captain. Good luck everyone.” Angela said before signing off. The captain followed suit without saying anything. Mckayla kept hers on as she sprinted, Willingham could hear the high heels of her bodysuit clop on the metal floor as she ran.

“Put a shirt on please hun. It’ll be distracting when we rendezvous…” She curled a small smile as she looked into his bright eyes. Will followed her suggestion, running out the door while reaching over to his uniform jacket which çanakkale escort he draped over a stool the night before. Running out to meet with Mckayla.

When all of this began, Selena sat in the mass driver room within the deepest parts of the ship. She was formed the same as when she laid with Willingham: bright blue toned skin with eyes a bright purple, clinging tightly to her curvaceous body was a standard female uniform which was clearly too small to fit her thicc figure. She stayed quiet as a smile was branded across her lips, mouthing words softly. The purple in her eyes glowed brightly as she spoke telepathically to her allies in the ships. Her plan had worked and was almost too easy to execute. Surely part two would be more of a challenge.

“Free to engage. Destroy the small tier first. Then move to the top. I’ll wipe out the rest.” She muttered to her allies before slowly and casually sauntering her way towards Rays’ office, body morphing quickly to blend into the environment as a member of the Valentine.

The station rocked and shuddered furiously as Willingham sprinted as fast as he could through the narrow straight corridors, bumping past people who were getting to positions. He hadn’t taken a second to catch his breath from the elevator which lead to the top tier, his legs strained and burned in agony, sweat streaming down his face. Finally it was in view, the large opening which had played host to the battle between he and the pirate captain so long ago. Looking to the left of him he noticed Mckayla standing there, her white jumpsuit clad body resting on the wall of the office. “Been waiting for ages. Where have you been?” She asked in a concerned and slightly irritated tone. Will held his knees as he panted hard, huffing out.

“Long…Run…Too…Much…Movement.” Rolling her eyes Mckayla approached and put her hand on his tensed back, a frown formed on her plump lips, she hoped those who were below were ready for the fight.

“BREACH IN THE COMMONS! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!!” A voice cried out over the loudspeakers through the city. There was a whooping HOORAH from the people below, knowing that her squad was down there probably leading the charge.

“They’ll be fine, We won’t lose this.” He said after clearing his throat. There was still fatigue in his voice. Mckayla looked up into his eyes and her frown turned into a smile.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen.” A voice spoke from around them, they both put their guard up, turning toward the origin of the voice. They looked confused as a woman stood before them, pale with long black hair and rose red lips. Will knew who it was before they even said another word. Slowly changing Selena’s appearance changed once more, back to her blue humanoid form.

“You’re the slime creature I presume? The one who escaped during the last attack?” Mckayla said as she drew her large claymore and pointed it toward Selena. The alien paid no attention to her, only pulling her uniform down to attempt to cover her body.

“You need to be a stick to fit into one of these…How do you human females fit in this?” She shook her head and gave up, surrendering her exposed skin to the cool air which was being pumped into the ship. Mckayla pulled out a smaller weapon on her hip, pressing it on Willingham’s chest as he took it.

“You won’t live long enough to know how!” Immediately Mckayla lunged at Selena, rotating her body to try and land one of her high heels onto the chest of the alien. In a moment Selena’s eyes glowed brightly, Mckayla gasped as her entire body was thrown across the room, slamming into the wall winding her. She clutched the back of her head, blurred vision overcoming her. Will turned back to check on her…it was a silly mistake.

He was launched across the room, crashing through the door which lead to the office. He grunted in pain as his body smacked against the console which operated the Anti Body Protocol. He looked toward the entrance to see the alien approach, hands crossed under her ample bust as her eyes glowed purple through the dimly lit room. Slowly he felt weightless, body moving up and floating in the air. His eyes widened as she grinned evilly at him, her seductive voice speaking to him as he felt his back press hard on the large window which overlooked the city. “I must thank you for that wonderful night we spent together…You taught me that humans can be very…passionate lovers.” He noticed a hint of red brush across her pale blue cheeks as she raised an eyebrow. “If we were in a different circumstance I would have taken you home with me so we could do it every night…But alas we are enemies. So my stallion must die.”

“Y-you won’t win…We don’t give in easily…” Will grunted, he felt the invisible force push back harder against the window, a light cracking noise sounding off into the office.

“We have many more ships on the way my stallion. Your rize escort comrades are already overwhelmed, I can hear my brothers and sisters’ triumphant calls. Within the hour your station will be ours as will Earth soon after…Not even the other stations orbiting Earth can stop the horde.” She blinked once and pulled Will forward to her, so close they felt each others breath on their lips. Leaning forward Selena kissed him, moaning slightly as their lips pressed hard on each other. A moment later she stopped before muttering “One for the road my stallion.” And with a forceful push Willingham screamed as he was thrown out the window, falling to the city below.

“NO!” Mckayla cried as she stumbled into the room, she relentlessly continued her assault, throwing her body forward to attack from behind. Selena sighed and flicked her wrist, sending Mckayla barreling toward the left wall. The woman rose back to her feet, adrenaline pulsing through her veins as she ignited her beam weapon, the small buzz and pink light filling the room. Selena scoffed and balled her fist. Mckayla froze in place. Eyes wide with surprise she desperately tried to move, ordering her limbs to start moving to attack the enemy. Shaking her head Selena began to type on the control panel. Gritting her teeth hard Mckayla watched helplessly as Selena worked on the second phase of her plan.

“Ant-Body Protocol activating in 5…4…3…2…1…” Selena grinned and turned toward Mckayla, stepping close to her and adjusting loose hair which had been messed up in her battle.

“I can read everything in your head Mckayla Petrova. The Stallion I just killed…you loved him? no…not love. Lust. You put up this fake persona, tough like iron, cold as ice…yet all you want is a man who would make you feel they way he made you feel. You got jealous when he spent time with this Lucy girl…and Angela Bishop. Mmm the things you would do, its enough to make my toes curl, he made me feel like that too, only I built this body for him to play with…you only have your rather nice body. And one you call Jessica? I like her too…It’s a shame you will die right here right now.”

“F-fuck you…Bitch…I’ll kill you!” Selena felt a searing pain on her forearm. She gasped with surprise as she felt her blue oily body sear with pain. Angrily she looked upon Mckayla who had moved just slightly, breaking the stun lock the alien had her in. Eyes glowed purple once more; Selena screeched and threw her arm to the side sending Mckayla soaring through the window as she did with Willingham.

“Anti Body Protocol has been infiltrated and activated brothers and sisters. Targets changed to all organisms of human and elven origin. Victory is indeed ours.”

Willingham’s eyes slowly opened as the chaos around him continued to a horrifying conclusion. Fire engulfed the city in which he called home for over a year and a half. He felt an immense pain on his arm, broken probably. Thankfully he could feel his legs. Turning onto his back he felt the crunch of the glass on the floor; wondering how he survived he noticed a smooth feeling. Yes he had crashed through the thin ceiling, but he was mostly unscathed. He slowly rose his body to a seated position. He scoffed with disbelief as he realized that he had landed in the mattress store…the one which sold the shock absorbing king sizes which would absorb any force.

He heard a slight whimper from beside him, seeing Mckayla laying beside him he moved over to her, putting weight on his injured arm in which caused him excruciating pain. Shaking her softly she remained breathing, but still unconscious. It defiantly was not the first time he had seen her passed out on a bed with him, and if he had anything to do about it, it wasn’t going to be the last.

A voice cracked onto the their wrist devices, Angela Bishops voice cried out “Ordering a full retreat, launching all pods now. There’s nothing we can do. The antibody protocol has malfunctioned and turned on us, all Valentine crew members still on board must get to the escape pods immediately.”

Will grunted as he moved off the bed, moving Mckayla’s body across the bed and over his back, hooking both arms under her thick thighs and draping her limp arms over his shoulders he began to walk out of the store, hoping that the robots had already swiped across this area of the city. His arm was hurting, so much so he felt like putting all her body weight on one side of him; but he knew that would only slow him down, it didn’t look good. He felt her breasts press on his back with each staggered step, his head was hurting, legs straining.

“Mckayla I am reading your location. Get your ass to the pods now! That’s a direct order!” The voice of Captain Rays boomed from her wrist device. Willingham looked down as he could barely believe that there was anyone left.

“Captain, its Willingham, ships gone to hell man Mckayla’s out cold…the Anti-“

“I know…listen you’re only a few minutes away from the last pod. It seems Angela got everyone who’s still alive out and heading to Earth…The last fighter squad is still evading enemy fire…once you launch they will escort you down to the World Council Building, like the others.” Rays acted differently, his angry emotions had gone, only a sorrowful voice remained.

After managing to calm down the two women and keep them from coming to blows, Krista had them both sit down on the fleshy floor, a good distance away from each other and with her in between. Since they seemed like they were total opposites of each other, with one being a strong, military woman who finds honor in serving her planet and actively hated being there, while the other just oozed a rebellious, anti-authority streak (along with some excess fluids from the larvacles) a mile wide and seemed to actually like where she currently was, Krista could tell that helping the two find some common ground wasn’t going to be easy. But, if we’re ever going to find a way out of here before this place can break us mentally or whatever it does, I’ll need to find a way to get them to get along with each other, Krista thought as she strengthened her resolve to play mediator between the two.

Figuring that the best first step to help them all see eye-to-eye would be to talk about how they all got there (as well as perhaps glean some helpful information from Miko), Krista told the new girl all about how she had been looking for her younger sister when she was knocked out and given as an “offering” to the Libido Box. She then prompted Amari to chime in and expound upon her own experience, so as to fill in the gaps about what the Libido Box was, but the dark skinned African-British woman didn’t seem too talkative as she still shot angry stares at Miko from where she sat. With a resigned sigh, Krista took it upon herself to share Amari’s story, though focusing more on the explanation she had been given by her sleazy CO about the Libido Box and its history. After that, she then gave Miko a brief summary about her own theory of where they were, about how they were in a sex dimension of some sort and that finding a way out, while very difficult, probably wasn’t impossible, and that if they all worked together…

“Yeah, that’s where you’ve lost me,” Miko interrupted Krista while scratching her backside in a very unladylike manner. “I get that you both have your reasons for wanting to leave, but what I don’t get is why you’re in such a hurry. I mean, you don’t have any responsibilities in here like paying taxes or working a job, you get to have at least one orgasm a day (though why you’d only settle for one a day is beyond me), and you have all your needs taken care of for the low, low cost of NOTHING. This place seems like a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me,” she concluded while laying down with her arms crossed behind her head.

“Y-yes, I suppose I can see your point, kinda,” Krista somewhat admitted while trying to avert her eyes from looking straight up Miko’s gaping vagina. “But regardless of how ‘luxurious’ this place might seem in theory, that doesn’t change the fact that we were all brought here against our wills, nor does it change the worrisome fact that being in here for too long might have some adverse effects on our psyches, if what Amari’s CO said is to be believed.”

Miko gave a dismissive eye roll and said, “You bakas. You actually believe what that gesu yaroo said was true? He was obviously a liar by trade, given that he had managed to trick other women into being apprehended and taken to the Libido Box. Though you were probably the only one STUPID enough to walk to it willingly!” she taunted Amari with a laugh.

Krista only had seconds to quickly put a hand out to Amari to try and calm her, as she was already nearly up off the floor from where she sat and about to pounce on the prone Miko. “Easy, girl,” Krista said in a calm tone. “She’s just having a little bit of fun. No need to get violent.”

Amari glared flaming daggers at Miko from over Krista’s shoulder, but after letting out a frustrated sigh she relented to her friend’s plea for peace and settled back down. “You’re lucky Krista’s here, you know that you cheeky slag?” Amari hollered over to Miko. “If it were just you and me, I’d have lookin’ like a part of the décor in this shite hole in a matter of minutes!”

“Yeah, yeah. So scary, coming from a big, bad, black baka like you,” Miko said while picking her nose with her pinky and then flinging whatever she extracted over at Amari. “What your stupid ass doesn’t realize is that I’ve got this place pretty well figured out and can manipulate it as I see fit. All I gotta do is trick you into chasing me into another room, get off quickly once while you’re still struggling to NOT orgasm (seriously, what a baka), and then leave your ass behind. If what Ms. Shittakaburi said is true about this being a maze of rooms, I’ll ditch you faster than you can cum and you’ll be lucky if you bilecik escort ever see my ass again.”

While Amari gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into the tender meat beneath her, Krista actually turned her attention away from her friend and gave a slightly hurt look at Miko. “I’m not a ‘smartass’, Miko. I don’t claim to know everything about what’s going on; I’m just grabbing at straws and trying to figure out what’s happening to us. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t belittle me like that.”

For her part, Miko was actually taken aback by Krista’s reaction to what she had called her in her native language. “You understand Japanese?” Miko asked with an incredulous look on her face. But a split-second later she had an “ah-ha!” type of expression and quickly followed with, “Ah! I bet it’s because you’re just a weeb, aren’t you? You’re probably super into my region’s culture, so you’ve probably studied up on the language so as to feel better connected with your favorite anime, right? Right?”

“Wrong,” Krista said while still wearing a very unhappy expression. “I’m good friends with an online acquaintance I made who’s Japanese. He’s very smart and knowledgeable, and has had to deal with people calling him a ‘shittakaburi’, a smartass, all his life.”

Despite the mocking tone she had been speaking with, Miko actually dropped it for a more sincere and honest mood when she looked away from Krista and Amari and said, “…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just assumed that about you, simply because you’re a gaijin. Jumping to conclusions and pigeon-holing people I don’t know is a bad habit of mine.” After a moment, she then added, “Aaand I suppose I’m also sorry for calling you ‘stupid’, Amari. I’ve always been very up front and don’t have much of a filter, so I tend to shoot my mouth off pretty quickly. Heh…I suppose that maybe that’s why I like to keep a dick or two in it; can’t get into trouble for saying something mean if I’m going to town on a cock, right?”

After exchanging a look between themselves, Krista and Amari softened their expressions towards Miko, and Krista said, “Alright, we forgive you, Miko, and we will try to keep your ‘filter deficiency’ in mind in the future, right?” she asked of her companion.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best to NOT want to bash your bloody face in,” Amari relented with a half-smile. “Though I do still think you’re a bit of a randy tart.”

“A ran…what?” Miko asked with a confused look on her face. “Look, I know quite a bit of American English and slang thanks to all the movies, TV shows, and porns I’ve watched, but I’m going to need subtitles for some of the shit you’re saying, Amari.”

Krista gave a slight giggle. “She said you’re a horny slut,” she clarified for her new friend.

“Oh, okay. Well, that’s certainly VERY true of me,” Miko beamed with a proud smile. “Ever since I figured out that what’s between my legs is good for more than just peeing and pooping, I’ve been enjoying masturbation and sexual encounters nearly every day for the past few years now.”

“Wow, really?” Krista said with wide eyes at the young Japanese woman before her. Though she herself had learned how to “take care of business” early on in puberty, Krista had only rarely felt the need to do so, with it being something more akin to a chore that needed doing every once and awhile rather than a regular pastime or hobby like Miko made it out to be. “It’s no wonder you’re so okay with being here, then. Speaking of, how long have you been here for? Do you know?”

“Hmm…if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say maybe about six or seven months, give or take,” Miko answered after a moment of thought. “When I first showed up, granted, I was a bit freaked out by the whole ‘living walls of pulsing flesh’ thing, like anyone would be. But after the tentacles showed up and started touching me in all the right places…I knew I was home, haha!”

“Ha, yeah, I guess I started to calm down and like it a bit, too, after I asserted that I wasn’t going to be eaten or ripped apart limb-from-limb,” Krista admitted with a sheepish grin. “By the way, how did you end up getting caught in all of this? Amari and I were both ‘offered’ to the Libido Box after we drew too much attention to ourselves while looking for answers on missing women.”

“Oh, that,” Miko said while getting up off the floor and assuming a sitting position. “Funny story, really…

***

“See, I had kind of a reputation for being not only one of the loosest girls in Tokyo, but also one of the best lays around, so I tended to get A LOT of propositions manisa escort from total strangers quite frequently. Now, I wasn’t stupid about it and just slept around with whomever; a major part of my policy for accepting sex from a stranger is that you have to have legit medical documentation stating that you’re not a walking breeding ground for every STD under the Rising Sun. Once that’s cleared up and we’ve worked out what all we’ll be doing (what fetishes, any particular scenarios, just how many participants there will be, etc.), I’ll pretty much go have a good time with just about anybody.

“I guess I should have been a little bit more careful, though, and included some sort of background check into that policy. Because the last person I went to go have a party with turned out to be a part of this ‘acquire girls for the Libido Box’ conspiracy or whatever you want to call it. He said he wanted to have his way with me while I was bound and unconscious, which isn’t any new kink for me, so I let him tie me up in the typical shibari style and then chloroform me. I figured I’d be having some nice wet dreams while getting used in my sleep, only to wake up some time later on a plane flying over the Pacific!

“I tried to get out of my bindings, only to discover that I wasn’t tied in rope anymore but was instead hand- and foot-cuffed to my chair. Also, I wasn’t alone, as there were several other women, one or two of them were Japanese like me, while the rest were from other, neighboring regions that I wasn’t too sure about. Oh, and there were the soldiers who were standing guard over us, though that’s being generous when it comes to describing their ‘job’; since we were all held in place, there wasn’t much we could do that would necessitate needing to be watched for the entire flight. But of course, that isn’t what they did: During the whole flight there, those ‘randy’ fucks had their ways with us while we couldn’t do a thing to oppose them, whipping their dicks out and poking us with them whenever they liked, or copping feels while carrying on casual conversations with each other.

“All the other women there were thoroughly distraught over the situation, and even I was nonplussed with being whisked away without my consent. I had thought at the time, ‘If you wanted to give me an overseas fuck vacation, all you had to do was ask!’ I figured that this was probably some human trafficking thing that we were being sent to, and was confident that I could manipulate any fucker with a pecker into letting their guard down long enough for me to escape and get to some authorities. I, of course, didn’t realize at the time that they WERE the authorities, though I suppose I should have known, given that their gear and the very plane we were on all seemed very top notch and not like some shabby second-hand stuff that they managed to get their hands on.

“Once we touched down, we were escorted from the plane into that building that you described, Amari. They took us to a big, sterile-looking examination room where we were all stripped down and had a team of what I’m guessing were either doctors or researchers of the Box poke and prod our bodies and our minds, asking questions like, ‘How long have you been sexually active for?’ and ‘Have you ever had any children?’ It was pretty humiliating being treated like that, and while I have done humiliation play before, there wasn’t anything terribly hot or sexy about this; it was all too bureaucratic and impersonal. I tried to flirt with one of the old farts, but he didn’t even bat an eye! So now I was not only feeling a bit powerless and embarrassed, but also insulted that I couldn’t give an old fossil like that a stiffy!

“After that, they let us get dressed again, though this time in just some plain, ugly looking shirt and pants and no underwear, and then led us to these cages where they shoved us in and told us to ‘wait our turns’. Well, I’ve never been the most patient sort, so I immediately mouthed off and said, ‘Hey! If you want a volunteer for who’s first, I’ll go!’ I figured that the sooner I could get to somebody with a working sex drive, the sooner I’d be able to get control over my situation and start working on an escape plan.

“Well, they took the bait and let me out of my cage not even a minute after they had thrown me in. I thought everything was going all keikaku doori, and that I’d be on the fast track out of there soon enough. Then they took me to the Box…

***

“After a bit of freaking out mixed with some unexpected arousal, I was sucked into here, where I’ve been ever since. mersin escort Not that I mind, though,” Miko said as she finished her recounting of her story.

“But, don’t you have anyone back home who might be worrying about you?” Krista asked with genuine concern. “Surely you had some close friends, right?”

“Meh, I don’t know about that,” Miko said while waving her hand in front of her face. “My…openly sexual activities tended to ostracize me from most other girls, and not too many guy friends ever REALLY wanted to be my genuine friends, you know? I mean, I did have a group of delinquents I frequently hung out with, but that was mostly because of Shota-” Miko suddenly stopped herself as if realizing something, and then quickly tried to cover it with, “…b-because they gave me free rides on their bikes, th-that’s all! Have either of you ever lived in a big city like Tokyo? Do you have any idea how expensive public transportation is? HUH?!” she asked while suddenly adopting a very aggressive tone and posture.

Krista and Amari weren’t buying it for a moment, as they exchanged glances and nods with each other before returning their attention to Miko. “Uh-huh,” Krista said with a Cheshire grin. “And this ‘Shota’ is a guy, I take it?”

Realizing that she’d accidentally outed herself, Miko gave a sigh of resignation and said, “Fine, fine. His name is Otomo Shotaro. He’s the leader of the delinquents I hung with. Happy now?”

“No, no! Come on now, love! There’s got to be more to it than that,” Amari egged on, having finally found an avenue of attack with which she could finally get back at Miko beyond just threatening her with physical violence. “What was he? Your boyfriend?”

“But, that wouldn’t make any sense,” Krista protested with a confused look on her face. “Given how openly promiscuous you are, Miko, I would be rather surprised that you would settle down with any one guy.”

“Look, I haven’t ‘settled down’ or anything, okay?” Miko protested while crossing her arms in front of herself. “It’s just…well…he’s not like the majority of guys I usually fuck,” she admitted while looking away from the other two women sheepishly. “Even though I go and do whatever I want with other guys all the time, he…he said…” Miko was now blushing at this point, though she tried to hide it from Krista and Amari (and failed). “He said that it didn’t matter to him who I shared my body with, just so long as…just so long as I only shared my heart with him…”

“Aaaaw!” Krista and Amari said in unison, eliciting a sharp, “URUSAI!” from a fiercely blushing Miko. The two shared a playful laugh for a full minute or two, while Miko did her best to not look them in the eyes. After they calmed down, Krista said, “There, there. We’re just teasing. It’s just kind of surprising to hear that deep down beneath all the dick-craving you’ve got going on, you’re still a girl who’s found someone to love. Good for you,” she added with a genuine, warm smile.

“…urusai…” Miko said with her face buried in her crossed arms that were tightly hugging her legs. After a moment passed and she noticed that the other two weren’t laughing at her expense anymore, Miko poked her face up and asked, “Do you think he’s worried about me?”

“Yeah, probably,” Krista said with a nod. “I mean, from his perspective, you’ve disappeared without a trace. And even if he goes around asking about you, he probably won’t get any answers, just like with me and that Hispanic woman that Amari talked to.”

“He’s probably worried right sick over you, love,” Amari piped in. “You said you’ve been gone for about six months, yeah? That’s an awfully long time to not hear back from someone you’ve…given your heart to…” she said as she barely managed to hold back a snicker.

Miko gritted her teeth, having little tolerance for being teased herself (preferring to be the teaser, mostly). After a moment’s thought of her love-sick boy-toy, Miko let out a deep sigh and said, “You know what? You’ve convinced me. Sure, this place is A LOT of fun and all, but only if it could be visited for a little bit, like on a holiday, or three-day-weekend, or after work or school. I’m getting a bit bored with it, so I think I’ll come along with you two and help find a way out from here.”

“And it has nothing to do with that Shotaro guy, riiiight?” Amari said, getting in one more jab at the easily embarrassed Miko.

“If you don’t want me to test how many tentacles I can fit in each of your holes…” the blushing Miko growled at Amari, who just laughed jovially at the younger, smaller woman and bade her to try it while tapping on her own, jutting chin.

Krista, meanwhile, let out a tenuous sigh of relief as she watched her two new friends playfully(?) banter back and forth with each other. Now that we’re all on the same page, I feel that maybe we can start in earnest to find a way out of this place. I just hope that my sister is doing alright, wherever she is…

Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission.

© Darkniciad 2007

The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. Some scenes may be disturbing for some readers.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

Please note that the form of witchcraft in my world is not meant to be true Wicca. Nor is it supposed to follow “Charmed” exactly. No offence or confusion is intended.

You should read the preceding chapters of this story in order to know the characters and what is going on. You will find that reading Book I of this story, Danica, will give you a lot of insight into the characters and the continuing storyline.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Nara lurked far from where Venaru instructed the group of trainees in the basics of the Eastern open-handed fighting style. While she couldn’t see Mache, she could sense him with the feather-light touch of her mind. The man did not react to her mental seeking, letting her know that she’d found just the right balance in her probes.

“You have him?” Her sister asked.

Nara didn’t open her eyes, but offered a slight nod in response. Mara concentrated on her spell, seeking magical disturbances even as Nara hoped to detect something with her psionic powers. Neither targeted the suspected demon directly, but instead cast out a general net that only the most sensitive and attentive could possibly notice.

Mara listened to Venaru’s instruction with the aid of a pair of magical earrings. She couldn’t help but grin as the wiry warrior directed subtle barbs at Mache and the others. While everyone felt the lash of his tongue, Venaru directed his criticism most often to Mache, who seemed to find the instruction of little merit.

Venaru called a halt to the training contests between the students. He then pointed out things that each man should practice to improve his technique, finishing with Mache. “You depend much upon your strength, and you are arrogant. One day, you may find yourself without a weapon and brought low by weakness. At that time, my instruction would serve you well. You underestimate the power found in speed and knowledge, and it may prove your downfall if you do not amend your thinking.” He then instructed the entire group, “This lesson is ended.”

Nara let out a gasp and tightly pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Mara let her spell lapse and reached out to steady her wavering sister. “Nara, what is it?”

Nara took a few deep breaths. “Venaru found Mache’s breaking point. As he dismissed the students, Mache’s mind filled with a vision so powerful and hateful that it nearly overwhelmed my own defenses.”

“What was it?”

“Venaru engulfed in a column of fire and burning alive, unable to flee the hungry flames.”

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Andrea lifted her hand from above the clone’s mound and right breast, the healing energy of her prayer having done its work. The clone of Danica blushed in shame, refusing to look at the concerned women standing around her.

“Daretta, dear, I know it’s difficult, but you must not hurt yourself so.” Edna took the redheaded copy’s hand as she spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Daretta responded in a tiny voice.

Andrea smoothed back down the clone’s skirt and pulled her blouse closed. “It’s okay, sweetie. If you start feeling that way, come talk to one of us. We’ll help you.”

“I promise.”

“Now button up and go help your sisters. We won’t say anything to them,” Edna finished, giving Daretta a final squeeze of her hand.

“It just feels so good when I’m doing it,” Daretta sighed as she worked on the buttons of her blouse.

“I know. You just have to remember how you feel afterwards and be strong.”

Edna nodded to Andrea as she finished speaking. Andrea offered Daretta a comforting smile and patted the redhead’s leg before leaving the room. She went directly to the lab, where everyone else waited.

“How is she?” Danica asked as soon as Andrea walked in the room.

“Ashamed.” Andrea touched her breast. “She was still bleeding here a little.”

“Are we ever going to find a way to break Zoraster’s evil magic on them?” Danica sighed, and hung her head.

Recognizing that Danica was identifying her own plight with that of the clone, Celes quickly shifted away from the subject. “We will. I’ll go fetch the aloe. It looks like we missed it when we were gathering up everything else.”

Marlena also realized that Danica needed distraction from her thoughts. “Are you going to try to enchant them all at once? Do you muğla escort think the mass enchantment spell is strong enough for that?”

Danica nodded. “The enchantments aren’t that powerful, and they’re all identical. It’s the combination of them that does the trick.” Her voice steadily lost the touches of despair that had darkened it as she spoke.

“They’ll certainly do the trick,” Celes quipped as she returned with the aloe.

Andrea could sense a question from Ashley, as could Celes. The dark-haired witch subtly gestured to Andrea.

“We’ll just be in the way with wizard magic. Find me when they’re done.”

Danica nodded to Andrea before returning to her work, her mind centering on the preparations necessary before enchanting the array of phallic toys on the table in front of her.

Only a light touch and the growing connection between them was enough to let Ashley know to follow Andrea. As soon as they were out of earshot, Ashley asked her question. “I’ve known women who cut themselves when they were depressed. Is that what it is?”

Andrea shook her head. “It’s worse than that. Zoraster did things to them with his magic, and other ways. Daretta feels pleasure when she hurts herself. She’s only hinted at some of the things that she remembers, and even that makes me cringe.”

Ashley nodded to indicate that she understood. She then looked over her shoulder, back toward the lab. “I’m worried about Danica.”

Andrea sighed. “Me too.”

The pair saw Edna following Daretta into the kitchen. The older witch waved them over, and paused at the doorway.

Once the two witches reached her, Edna said, “I had a premonition yesterday. I know a way to help Danica.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Andrea said with relief.

“One of the two of you should bring it up to Celes, because I think she knows Danica best, but it’s what the poor girl needs, if my vision is right. Come along, and I’ll explain.”

The two younger witches followed Edna to a table in the kitchen, their smiles growing wider as the older witch revealed her vision.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

“Almost ready,” Danica declared as she checked over the spell components arrayed in front of her on the table. Her head popped up and she said, “Oh — someone sent something through the message bowl.”

Celes stood. “I’ll go get it.”

Another chime sounded in Danica’s head and she chuckled. “Another one.”

“I’d best hurry before things start falling out in the floor, then.”

Celes returned a moment later, carrying a wrapped box in one hand, and a letter in the other. She held up the box and said, “From Damian.” She then raised the letter and added, “This one’s from Nara. They have a little bit of information. Seems our Mache gets his giggles from watching people burn alive.”

“That certainly sounds like a demon,” Danica sighed. “I need a pick-me-up. What did Damian send?”

Celes winked and smiled. “See for yourself. I’ll go get Andrea.”

Danica held out her hands and wiggled her fingers. Celes’ hint revealed that Damian had finished the magical ring for Andrea. Danica eagerly read the note that had arrived with the box while she waited for Celes to return with Andrea.

“Why can’t I open my eyes?” Andrea asked as Celes led her into the room.

Walking next to her sister witches, Ashley smiled when she saw the box in Danica’s hand. Having only received her own ring a few days ago, she had little trouble recognizing the unique signature of Damian’s woodwork. Danica sat the box down on the table right in front of the blonde as Celes positioned Andrea next to the table.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Celes said.

Andrea sucked in a long, excited breath when she saw the wooden box. “Is it…?”

Danica nodded. “Well — open it, silly.”

“Oh my,” Andrea gasped as she opened the box. She removed the ring and turned it in her fingers, admiring the beautiful workmanship. The pale gold band almost perfectly matched the color of her hair, and detailed etchings of flowers encircled the band. Four stones crowned the ring — a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire, and a diamond — symbolizing Andrea’s control over elemental powers.

“This is what happens when you put two people obsessed with creating magic items in proximity — not that I’m complaining.” Danica laughed as Andrea and Ashley both held out their new rings next to each other to admire them.

Ashley grinned and said, “These are going to intimidate any man who might want to propose to us. He’ll have to do better.”

“If you can’t find a man who’ll ask you without finding a finer ring than one of Damian’s, you’ll both be spinsters,” Celes scoffed.

Ashley noticed the other note on the table and leaned in to read it. “That sounds like a demon with a special affinity for fire. Nearly every greater demon can command flames, but this suggests something more.”

“Can’t hurt to take special precautions against fire, then,” Danica suggested.

Celes ordu escort nodded toward the blonde and added, “And rather convenient that Andrea suddenly springs up with power over water.”

“I’m not looking forward to this.” Danica sighed and then took a long breath.

“Look forward to something else, then.” Celes passed Danica the first of the spell components she would need to enchant the toys in front of her. “Them girls’ faces all aglow.”

Danica picked up the small silk pouch with a nod.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The sun edged lower on the horizon. Danica stood on the roof of the manor, lost in thought. The enchantment of the toys had worked perfectly, leaving Danica with free time. She couldn’t possibly enchant Ashley’s cottage after bringing the toys to life, and nothing else she tried to work on distracted her quite so well as the unique items.

“This place is beautiful, but it has a bad attitude. We’d probably fit right together, if the valley didn’t try to blow my skirt off every time I show up.”

Danica turned with surprise plainly etched on her features. “Devan?”

“Hey, Sis,” Devan answered, and then gathered up her sister in a hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t get mad, but Celes picked me up. She told me what happened.”

“I’m not mad, but I think this is just something I need to work through on my own.”

Devan put a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, staring her sister down. “You think? Well, I’m pulling rank. I’m your older sister, and you’re wrong this time.”

Once, those words — even spoken in jest — would have aroused Danica’s ire, founded in her jealousy of Devan. Now, she heard the words for what they truly represented, an offer to help. “I still think I’m going to have to figure this one out, but thanks.”

Devan walked over to stand next to her sister, nodding to indicate that Danica should return to her silent survey of the valley. “Do you happen to remember looking out a window on Darkni’s island with me?”

The moment her sister mentioned it, the entire conversation played through Danica’s head. Mixed in with that memory, she also remembered Celes’ words back at the Forge. “You’re not playing fair,” she sighed, and then let out a sad chuckle.

“Since when did I ever? You were right when you took me to task, and you’re right now. Even though you may have done the wrong thing, nothing bad came of it. You also know what you did, and I doubt it will happen again. Even though you have magic working against you, I imagine you’ll have less of a struggle than me.”

Danica looked over to see Devan toying with an amulet that she’d pulled out of her robe. The necklace was decorated with feathers and beads, something that didn’t fit Devan’s normal taste. “That’s really pretty.”

Devan blushed. “White Stag made it for me. He made protective charms and had his shaman bless them. We’re passing them out to everyone to help defend against demon powers.”

“Something tells me that there’s more to it than that. There’s an awful lot of care in that amulet you’re wearing, and you’re blushing.”

“Don’t make me spank you,” Devan playfully countered. Almost immediately, a strong breeze accosted her, without so much as disturbing a hair on Danica’s head. Devan held up her hands and said, “I was kidding.”

The wind died down again, and Devan muttered, “I can’t believe I’m explaining myself to the wind.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t tease you.”

Devan laughed. “It’s okay. I don’t know if I’m ready to walk back down that path yet, but I’m taking a few steps. It’s so hard not to just drag him into bed.”

“Can you stay for supper?”

“I should really… You know what — yes, I can. That’s something else I need to get over. I need to start trusting people to keep things going while I’m gone.”

Danica gestured for Devan to follow her as she stepped off the edge of the roof. Danica drifted downward, supported by a feather falling spell, and Devan descended by the same means a few seconds later. Danica laughed when she landed and said, “You’ll probably want to head home right after supper, though. I finished the toys for the girls, so this probably isn’t going to be a quiet place tonight.”

“I’m liable to need one of those soon.”

Danica cringed, “That’s just a little… I don’t know.”

Devan let out an explosive laugh and responded, “Nice to know that I still have one card I can play. It’s the truth, though. I may have to borrow your plans and try my hand at making one.”

Danica chuckled and shook her head. “Let’s go get them then, so I can stop thinking about it.”

“You’re a prude.”

“Behave.”

Both sisters laughed as they walked back into the manor, bringing a wide smile to Celes’ face as she watched out the window.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

“I feel like Grandfather Yule,” Danica whispered to Celes as she returned to the sitting room after placing the girls’ toys on their beds.

“Not osmaniye escort going to be a quiet night around here, that’s for sure,” Celes whispered back. “Your sister was in rare form at supper,” she then said in a normal tone of voice.

“It’s good to see her like that. It’s been a long time.”

“How are you?”

“Better. I think I needed that. Thanks.”

“It was Edna’s idea. She had a premonition.” Celes glanced over at Marlena, who sat staring into the fireplace. She then whispered, “Do you think Marlena is going to make it?”

“We’ll just have to see. If it’s too much for her, we’ll make sure she knows that it’s okay.”

Andrea walked into the room and said, “They’re almost done with the dishes. Edna’s going to bring them in as soon as they’ve washed up.”

“We should probably plan to make breakfast in the morning,” Celes chuckled.

“A late one,” Danica agreed.

“We all may as well turn in early. We certainly aren’t going to get any work done tonight, if my guess about the noise coming from the girls’ side of the manor for half the night is right.”

“There’s not much more we can do to prepare, anyway,” Ashley interjected as she walked into the room. “Here they come.”

A few seconds later, the girls all hurried into the room, with Edna trailing. As soon as they were all waiting in an expectant group, Danica said, “I have surprises for all of you in your rooms.”

“Did you cast a mass haste spell while I wasn’t looking?” Celes laughed as the girls vanished from the room, running as fast as they could without tripping over each other.

Shortly thereafter, everyone heard squeals of delight and laughter emerging from the girls’ wing of the manor. Everyone knew that those sounds would probably change soon, and last for quite some time as the girls played with their new toys.

One by one, everyone stood to find their beds as the sound of bedroom doors closing echoed from the other side of the manor.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The sleepy-eyed Captain sheathed his sword, seeing no more enemies. He turned to his Lieutenant and ordered, “Send a scout to the nearest company with a wizard. We need to get out word that there are advance scouts, raiding parties, or deserters out here, deeper into the country. Make sure it’s a man who can stay hidden, move quickly, and handle himself if he does get spotted.”

The Lieutenant turned toward a group of soldiers gathered around a single man. “Maybe we should send Wessel. Half of those goblins were dead before any of the rest of us managed to get out of our bedrolls. If he’d shown this much aptitude in training, he’d be up with one of the advance companies right now.”

“Could be a fluke, or it could just be that it took a shot of harsh reality to bring out the man in him. Either way, I’m going to keep an eye on him for a while. If he keeps up like this, it will boost morale to promote him in the field. We should probably hang a medal or two on him too.”

“Always nice to get those while you’re still breathing. I’ll send Jameson. With any luck, they’ll actually send him back. He and Ronson gave good accounting of themselves as well.”

“If a few more of these dogs show some balls in action, we might just have a real company to show off when we march home with pouches full of goblin ears.”

Ebonar took one last look at the image in the mirror and chuckled. This is working out quite well — quite well indeed.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The remaining time passed slowly, and everyone felt nearly as anxious as Marlena by the time Janelle sent a message to let Danica know that everything was in place.

Danica, Celes, and Marlena had chosen to wear their robes, which provided ample storage for the spell components of the Art. Andrea and Ashley had both chosen blouses and pants, not wanting to have the distraction of skirts for this battle. All five women were bedecked with magical jewelry and charms blessed by the three witches.

“Are we ready?” Danica asked.

“As ready as we can be, considering we know next to nothing about what powers this demon might have,” Ashley answered.

Danica walked over and laid a hand on Marlena’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Marlena smiled weakly. “Not really. The thought of watching you leave to fight this monster without me turns my blood to ice, though.”

Danica pulled the illusionist close and said, “Everything will be fine — you’ll see.”

“Time’s a wastin’,” Celes declared, holding out her hands in preparation to teleport to the Forge.

“Do you want me to help?” Danica asked.

“Ever since I accepted my powers, I barely notice any strain from teleporting. I could probably bounce the lot of us around the world for half the day before it weakened me.”

“Fair enough.” Danica took Celes’ right hand.

Marlena clasped Celes’ left hand, followed by Ashley and Andrea joining the chain. Celes cast her spell, and the group vanished from the manor to reappear within Janelle and Bear’s house.

“You must be Andrea. It’s nice to meet you,” Janelle said, moving toward the blonde witch. “I’m Janelle.”

“Danica told us about you,” Andrea responded.

Marlena unconsciously moved into the background, remaining behind Celes and Danica. Her heart skipped a beat when Janelle turned from Andrea and stepped toward her.

Seri was a beautiful young woman whose only desire was to get married and have children. Her betrothed worked on her father’s farm and would likely inherit it, as her father had no sons. She couldn’t be happier.

Today was the last summer party for the year, and the hour grew late. She sat by the big rock near the trail that ran along their lake and wondered what was taking her boyfriend so long. He had gone to the next farm and should have been back by now. She wanted to go to their secret spot before he went home. He’d be excited, and she was already wet for him. She let him slip it inside her just for a second or two each time, never more than that. It was common among young betrothed couples and was overlooked, for the most part, if they were committed to each other.

Seri ruminated about that fact when she heard a voice behind her. She was so startled that she yelled out. It was a thin Sud man with an odd face, one that she had seen working in the fields. His skin was a deep black color.

“What are you doing? Why are you out here? What is your name?”

“M…Mulo..miss Seri.”

“Why are you out here? You’re supposed to be in your rooming house! Well?”

“I…I was to meet someone..I thought at first it was you but..I’m sorry…”

“Who were you to meet? Well?”

“M..miss Anjie….please don’t tell. Miss Seri…”

So the head cook’s wife was meeting Sud men in secret. Interesting! She who seemed so proper.

He refastened his robe and she saw that his cock was big, and half hard. It was jet black with a big pointy gray tip, and at least 3 inches longer than her boyfriend’s. Was this normal? It was so big! She thought of how her boyfriend would feel about her seeing a Sud cock and turned her head away.

“Mulo. Cover up. Immediately.”

She noticed that in the 8 seconds his cock had been exposed it had grown to half it’s hardness. Was that because of her? It was so big! Miss Anjie must have trouble letting that slip into her? Seri got a flush all over and turned away, embarrassed.

“You are to return to your rooming house, Mulo. Go on.”

“But miss she may come yet! Please?”

“She is a married Nor woman, you shouldn’t be doing things with her anyway!”

“But she helps. Oh miss, I get so achy and need the girls. To let me. I’m sorry.”

His cock was very clearly fully erect under his robe. He made no move to hide it. It made Seri anxious and guilty.

“Be that as it may, it’s time for you to go. You could get in a lot of trouble out here, especially talking to me like that!”

“Please kütahya escort don’t tell. I’m sorry miss. I just can’t help the urges. And the aches. Oh me…”

She felt his eyes on her breasts, half covered by her dress. She got flushed and nervous.

“Why aren’t you listening to me? Go Mulo!”

“Could I show you? Where we go? You’ll see its very private.”

“I’m sure Mulo, but I don’t need to see.”

“Is a place you can go with your boyfriend! Let me show you?”

“Omg fine, just hurry up. I’m waiting for him now.”

It was a five minute walk in the woods. Seri began to get annoyed, and then a little scared. Finally they came to an apple grove that was pretty, and there was a great blanket laid out on the ground.

“See, is private and nice, with a blanket. I bet we sure could use a rest!”

“What Mulo?”

“Let’s lay down and rest. Yes. A bit.”

“I’m not laying down with you Mulo. Let’s go.”

She noticed with curiosity and annoyance that the ugly man’s penis was still fully erect. When he laid down, his cock slid out of his robe, and it stood straight up, as hard as a stick. A great mess of foreskin covered the tip. She didn’t know the way back!

“Mulo you must take me back to where we were. Now. My boyfriend is probably waiting for me!”

“Just a rest. Please, lay with me. We’ll rest and then go.”

“Mulo do you not understand that I’m giving you an order? Get up and cover your penis!”

It was 3 inches longer and a bit fatter than her boyfriend’s cock. Maybe that’s why Anjie liked it? It was soo black! Seri stood there nervously, confused by his lack of cooperation. He was supposed to do what he was told! Yet he didn’t get up and he didn’t cover his cock. A drip of clear precum dropped off the slit in his foreskin. It ran down his long shaft, wetting a streak along it. She stared. She was keenly aware that her cunny was wetter now than when she waited for her man. It made her feel vulnerable and usable. She had to go.

“Mulo, take me back now or my father will hear of this. Do you understand?”

“Mulo will take you back, but this first…”

Brashly, he took her wrist and pulled her down to him, making him lay next to him on the blanket. She stammered and was caught breathless.

“There now, rest. Just a moment. Oh me, I desire Nor women like a pig to scraps. You are far more lovely than miss Anjie.”

“Yes Mulo, but you know giving compliments is forbidden. Are you a little crazy?”

He slid her dress up to malatya escort her waist, her powder blue panties visible. Her eyes went wide.

“Stop that! Mulo! Don’t touch my dress!”

“I ache for that. Under there. It is so soft and warm. Oh me, how I ache for it.”

“It’s not for you! Mulo this is your last chance. Let’s go.”

He licked his big lips and tugged at her panties. They began to slide down and she grabbed at them. As he turned and sat up his big cock brushed her thigh. It left a little squish of precum on her. Deftly and strongly he got the panties out of her grasp and pulled them down and off of her. She was nervous and shaky.

“Mulo…please. Don’t do this. You’ll be flogged and hanged. You will.”

“It’s just a bit of fun…some relief. Hush girl we’ll go in a few minutes…”

“Mulo don’t! I won’t say anything if you stop now, I promise.”

He pushed her legs up at her knees and inched forward. The wet tipped foreskin brushed into her cunny hair. She watched intently as he slid back his foreskin. His tip was a brownish pink, his slit big and crooked, and it was slimy wet. That was going to go in her!? What would her boyfriend say!? She began to squirm away. He pulled her back and slid the exposed tip of his cock along her labia, then her slit. When the tip was pushed into her, it was so smooth and easy. Mulo knew how to fuck and inched his cock in, to to the root. He had already been inside her longer than her boyfriend ever had. She could feel her cunny hugging his cock tightly. This was so wrong! How could this be happening!? Being used by an ugly Sud slave?

His big black cock was making her cunny feel filled and stretched, and she couldn’t help making little noises. He slid it in and out and she kept her eyes closed, his ugly face was right in front of hers. He was busy and intent with the pleasure of her cunny. No one but her boyfriend was ever supposed to be in there, ever, for her whole life!

She lay still and let him fuck, and she kept her eyes closed as he opened her robe a bit to expose her breasts. With his mouth on her nipples, back and forth, she made more noises. Gods her boyfriend wouldn’t know where this grove is…right? Would he??

She had never let her betrothed inside for more than a few seconds and she was now 5 minutes into being fucked. Her cunny felt hot and used and so slippery. And achy. She desperately wanted to run back to the lake for her boyfriend, but keeping her eyes closed, she could secretly enjoy being batman escort fucked by this odd man. She would let her boyfriend slip inside for a couple seconds later on that night. But then she realized that this man would cum into her cunny. Would her boyfriend notice it? Smell it!? Oh gods.

“Could you…would you please..don’t cum inside of me?”

“You won’t gonna get pregnant miss. Now hush.”

“Just please don’t! My boyfriend might notice that!!”

He ignored her, and made gasps and whimpers as he slowly slid in and out of her. She had been told to hush by a slave! And forced to allow sex! There was nothing she could do but close her eyes and concentrate on the feeling inside her and the growing need to cum. She shouldn’t cum with another man, right? No. She’ll hold it off.

She could feel every inch of him. Could feel his cock touching places that her boyfriend would never reach. Ever. This thought, and the feeling of her cunny hugging him, was making her very close to orgasm. She thought he was too. Imagining cum that was not from her boyfriend, inside her, was terrifying and exciting. He began to slow, changing position slightly, kissing her turned cheek, and letting out little whimpers. He held her tight, not wanting her to get away as he began squirting his cum inside her. She could feel his cock pulse each time, and a warm, gooey feeling deep inside.

Seri began to cum, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her, and the knowledge that he had cum a large amount deep inside her, had put her over the edge. She shyly looked at Mulo whilst she cummed, and he looked at her in a strange way. He slid his long cock out of her and she felt gooey inside, some of the cum squishing out of her, most staying inside. He was quiet and sullen, and she dressed quickly. He stared at her for a moment, seeming to decide on something.

“Let’s go miss. We have a quick walk. I’m sorry about this…”

“You’re sorry you insisted on sex with me?”

“No miss. Come.”

Seri realized after several minutes that they were going deeper into the forest, not out of it. The deeper one went in the forest, the more dangerous it was. Animals, capture plants, and Sud warriors. Cum squished out of her and ran down her inner thighs.

“Mulo….mulo! Are we going deeper in the forest? My boyfriend is waiting for me!”

“Hush.”

He seemed both angry and morose. She felt a chill. What was going on? She heard men talking as they came to a clearing, and she became panicky. When she saw 2 Sud warriors in full dress, their skin black as pitch, talking in their native language, she tried to run. Thoughts raced in her head, all the things she had heard that Sud warriors did to captured Nor woman and girls.

“Go now to them. Don’t try to run.”

Near panic, she went towards them, hoping this wasn’t what it might be. Mulo watched the men lead the girl deeper into the forest.

Lieutenant Silky Rabbit lay in a small and dingy hotel room in Cairo, Egypt. She lay with her shimmering crimson hair pouring across the naked muscular chest of Major James Rock, who was always called ‘James’ by everyone, except the diminutive and recently well fucked Lt.

She had carried him across the border while he was shrunk to 6″ tall, one twelfth of his normal 6’3″ blond hunky self. He rode in her vagina to escape detection in a top-secret mission of assassination.

Along the way they became more than friends with benefits, and he had become totally besotted with the green eyed beauty who called him her ‘Rock.’ Men had died for less, but he was putty in her hands… or rather, in her hands he became anthracite, and in her mouth or other orifices…diamond was not hard enough to describe his erection. So she called him Rock often and gladly.

They had to complete their mission, to leave the Mid-East safely since he had already finished the killing part.

“We have to pretty much stay here until it’s time to go, Silky,” James whispered in her ear.

“I’m fine with that. Wonder what we can do to pass the time… that we haven’t already done? I don’t even know a name for you cumming inside me while your whole body was in my vag. What should we call it? Tiny fucking?” While she talked his hand had softly found her breast, and gently stroked her nipple to attention.

“Well, I have a thought. Does the amount of formula control the amount of shrinkage, or the time?”

“Actually, duration varies with quantity of factor one, while size relates more to time from mixing to ingestion. So I can vary both, to a point. And if you keep tweaking my point you’re going to have to have some growth of your own.” She lifted herself up enough to give him a long, slow kiss, and both her nipples and his penis responded with lignite actions.

He broke away, a rarity in his history of and with ravishing women.

“So you could mix things to make you, for instance, just hypothetically, 6″ tall for an hour or so?” He bit her earlobe as he spoke.

“Once a perv, always a perv! From the look in your eye, and I do mean that one down there staring up at me, I suspect you have a very specific plan. Yes, hypothetically, I can become a little Barbie for your evil delight.”

So James lay against the headboard as he watched the naked Silky gather her concoctions and mix her philters. The intensity of her concentration contrasted pleasantly with her rounded ass and her perfect melons. He could not see any flaws in either view.

She turned to face him and he was surprised as always at the erotic quality of her unshaven and very red pubic hair.

“My eyes are up here, asshole!” she lovingly called to him. “We’re going where no person has ever gone before.”

She took a deep breath, which of course forced his eyes briefly downward, and then let it out slowly through pursed lips, causing a small carmine tornado in her tousled hair as it bayburt escort hung across her face. “I’ve had good times with bondage, but it takes a lot of trust. This goes to a whole new level. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but please be gentle with me, OK? And remember who’s taking you home.”

She smiled grimly and downed a shot of a noxious looking fluid. He saw her shudder, remembering that taste himself, and then watched her melt in front of him, from five feet to four to three and on to a half-foot miniature.

He put his hand on the floor, and she climbed onto his palm. He held her up to eye level, bewitched with the perfection of her tiny form.

“So what’s next, sailor?” She asked in a helium voice.

“Ignoring your insult, Rabbit, I thought it would be fun to take you horseback riding. Bareback, if you catch my drift.”

“Let me remind you that your cock is bigger than I am, so it’s not going in anywhere, right?” There was a tiny tremor in her voice – but then all of her was tiny.

He carefully sat her down on his rigid member, and she wrapped her legs around it.

“I guess I should say something like, ‘Wow, you’re huge!’ or such.” She smiled up at him over her shoulder. “I’ve honestly never seen one this big! Not even on a horse!”

James could feel her legs like two fingers around his dick. She lay down, exploring, and her Lilliputian breasts made contact. Almost like fingertips, but softer. Her arms squeezed and he felt the delicate entrapment and the warmth of her minute body pressed against him.

For Silky, his cock felt like a horse. A pale horse, indeed, and one with a wondrous great vein across its back. She squeezed her thighs and the sponginess was so intense that she knew she was leaving a wet spot. She bent forward and wrapped her arms around this magic penis, and James’s heartbeat throbbed beneath her.

She inched outward, shivering at the sensation of his smooth skin sliding against her, and reached the purpled mountain majesty of his glans. She ran her hands across it, almost like spreading a tablecloth, and licked a broad stoke across its rim. The ensuing twitch almost dislodged her, but on the plus side, she knew he could feel it.

Tilting her head, Silky poured a roseate bucket of hair across this sensitive juncture; then she shifted side to side and brushed him with her tresses.

James had been unsure that he would be able to feel things as small as her tongue, but when she licked him he almost dropped her. He finally eased to his knees and put a pillow below her, so he could enjoy her ministrations without worry.

When she began to paint his cock-head with her hair-brush he was glad he had, as otherwise he would have collapsed. The sensation belied description. Intense touches of microscopically soft feathers; A touch of Rabbit fur, undeniably.

Silky then began to lick as much of his smooth head as she could bartın escort reach. She let her boobs rub around the edge as she applied her mouth further out, and spread her arms wide to polish his flesh. She found that with her knees up against the crest she had a solid enough grip to reach his opening, and could use the gallons of pre-cum to make everything slippery.

Using handfuls of his slick fluid, she coated her tits and then slid them as a pair of tiny torture devices to arouse him more and more. The taste remained the same, just lots more of it. She sat up, looked back and saw his drooping lids.

“Hey, Rock! You like it so far?” She yelled, cupping her slippery hands around her mouth.

“God, Silky, I can’t even describe it. Yes, I like it.”

“Well, I’m ready for the next step. You have to help.”

“At this point, anything! But I don’t want to shove you up my ass.”

“Eeeuh! Gross! Erase that from your mind, completely, totally! Yuck! No, I need you to hold me so I can get the underside. Or you can lie on your back, and then I won’t fall.”

As gently as a grown man can move with a six inch woman on his dick, he sprawled supine with his member and passenger both standing upright.

Silky stepped around his tree trunk and managed to reach his juncture with her hands. The malleability of his skin hindered her here, and she had difficulty getting her mouth where she wanted. She worked out a strategy that let her weight bend him flatter, and then she dived into licking his most sensitive spot with her tiny tongue.

Unable to withstand her tantalizing touch, James finally wrapped his hand around her and began to jerk off with her body. She immediately joined in, wrapping her legs and arms tight, and licking each time he lifted her.

She felt his tremors deep within him, and was in the upstroke position when a fire hose of semen engulfed her. Never had she had her entire head covered in cum, and this time she literally could not swallow the giant gobbets that spewed on her. Again and again showers of jism poured over her, until he mercifully lifted her away, a lob-lolly of thick white ropes.

She knelt on his abdomen and sucked up more man juice than a whole football team could drop –perhaps. Even as she gulped, she realized he was shrinking; or she was growing. In seconds, she lay next to him, the sticky chowder thankfully shrinking relatively so that one shower would be enough.

“So did that meet your expectations, Sir?” she asked.

“Wonderful! Another sex act with no name, however. Is that a full body hand-job? A body job? Whatever, I love making love to you.”

“It’s love we’re making, is it? Not just sex?” Her face assumed total seriousness in her expression.

“That’s what I’m doing, for sure,” said Major Rock.”

C

hanging the subject, Silky took his wilted manhood in her little hand.

“You know I got worked up walking ığdır escort around with you inside me. But I haven’t gotten to play with a little you…. So, I was wondering….?”

“If I’d do it for fun? In a heartbeat!”

So again, he got to watch her naked working, but this time it was for him. And again, he experienced the perspective shifting of shrinking to midget size.

Silky lay back on the bed and placed him on her chest. She laughed at the sensation, which in turn threw him to the floor – or rather, against her left breast. Since she had a small silver bar pierced through that nipple, he used it as a handle to pull himself closer to her hardened protrusion.

He could wrap his hands around her nub, and he could feel it harden beneath his hands at a more minute level than he had ever experienced before.

Now he faced the same issue she had – licking a surface far larger than his tongue. The smoothness of her breast beneath him was unworldly, and every move he made sent gentle groundswells into her tissue that lifted him and dropped him in turn.

He crawled down her belly as walking was too hard. As he reached her mons he could smell her arousal up close and personal. He spread his hands over her flesh, and was amazed at the hardness of himself.

Relative to him, her bush would have overlapped his ankles if he had stood. Her hair rubbed against his calves as he crawled as if it were an afghan woven from the feathers of an angel. Approaching as he did, as soon as he spread her labia with his arms her clitoris pushed up at him as if to say hello.

He lay down with his arms entrapping her, and decided that her nipples were honeydew melons, while this was a watermelon. A turgid spongy watermelon that quivered when he licked it, which he did repeatedly.

He also knelt and rubbed his cock against her clit, a contact that was unique in its proportions. He put his hands under the skin of her prepuce, and again figured he was the only man to have ever done exactly that.

James worked across her hair until her was lying prone between her lips, with her clit still in his hands. He found that he could caress it with a palm and feel her tremors and her moans. Feel them shudder through her.

His feet were soaking by then, as he stood at the opening of her vagina, and lowered himself back to his prior hidey hole. Her hand fell out of the sky and pushed him, as he had no real way to force his legs against her tight tissue. With her help, he soon was dripping wet and sawing in and out, a full body dildo.

He could touch her button with an outstretched arm, and then he realized he could also stretch the other way and run his hand across her anus. The hardest part, aside from his penis, was not being crushed as she shoved him faster and faster in and out. The friction against his cock was not unnoticed as well, and when he felt her tube rhythmically squeezing his hips he sprayed his tiny load against her cleft.

She pulled him free and brought him to her head, dripping her juices as she collapsed. He sprang back to normal size at that moment.

“I think I’m the one who needs to say ‘be gentle’ when we have sex,” he murmured to her.

“I’m making love, James, just like you.” She stared into his eyes as she said it and he knew it was true.

Alan was still mentally numb as they crashed through through the trees of Pinwood. He didn’t even remember how they had ascended the steep slope to the ridge above, save by the sheer force of panic-driven flight. Garthur and Daphne carried the limp, bloodied form of Vick between them. He was so much dead weight, but Garthur had enhanced his own strength with a prayer, to match Daphne’s unnatural power.

Ahead of them, Windhawk hissed back in a whisper, “Here! Quickly now!”

Faringalia turned upon hearing that, and waved her hands at the woods. Nothing seemed to happen, but Alan figured whatever illusion she had cast was not meant for them. He crashed through a tangle of thorny, twisted vines and into a clearing. Broken flagstones lay long overgrown with weeds and roots, while the shattered remains of ancient stone walls rose like broken teeth against an evening sky from which stars just barely started to peer forth.

He knew this place, at least. Pinroot Keep. On more than one occasion, the original Reavers had descended into its corridors to chase their fortune. Now, they sought that same, yawning entrance to shelter from the horrors that chased them. It was a little more ruined than it had been in decades past, but the structures had been so crumbled by the passing of centuries before that a few more loose stones here and there was hardly enough to make him lose his way. Soon he found it, the arched passage and worn stone steps that descended into the darkness.

Alan paused long enough to motion the others in. Windhawk plunged down into the depths, relying on her elven sight to find their way, and soon Daphne and Garthur followed, with their burden held between them. Faringalia was the last to pass, and Alan reached to take her hand, letting the gnome girl lead him into depths where the inky black couldn’t sustain human sight. He didn’t want to light a torch until he was certain that their pursuers were not going to follow.

“He’s bleeding bad,” Garthur’s voice rumbled from the darkness once they finally reached the ancient floor so far below.

“Do what you can,” Alan whispered back, his own gaze fixed on the entrance above, just a dim outline of a slightly less dark patch to mark where the sky was. He certainly couldn’t hear the two sisters around, but only time would tell. With a sigh, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

As the dwarven priest began to tend to the wounded Count, Alan tried to piece together everything in his mind. It wasn’t so much any degree of complexity in the events of their flight, but simply the shock of what had been exposed when Faringalia stripped away the illusions.

Slowly, fragments of what he had seen crept in from his scattered thoughts. The eyes had caught him first. The sclera were coal black, the iris a hideous yellow. Despite how those eyes stared, her lids were thick and puffy, giving an almost sleepy look, while her skin was a sickly, slick looking green, and riddled with bumps and pustules. Her hair was the color of rotted wood, and hung about her head in loose, limp, and wet strands. Patches of her bare scalp were visible here and there. To complete the visage, under a hooked and pointed nose that was substantially longer than in her human guise, her mouth was a broad gash that opened almost from ear to ear, showing rows upon rows of black, crooked teeth. It was like gazing down a pipe lined with bent and rusted iron nails.

The creature that was Tam was as tall as ever, but gaunt and hungry looking, almost waifishly thin. Her arms were long and ended in sharp, black talons. The black fabric of her top was still there, but it covered just as little as it did before the revolting reveal. Her breasts hung with little support within the fabric, misshapen and distended.

She was a hag. Not merely an old crone, but a vicious magical beast that preyed on human men. He’d never encountered one himself, but had heard tales of men being taken in by their facades, only to be slaughtered and eaten once they were unable to sate the creatures’ unnatural lusts. She was in the process of lunging forward when Daphne’s twin blades penetrated her to either side of her spine. Those black and yellow eyes widened as blood began to pour forth from her mouth. In a single blow, the assassin had done her work, leaving the monstrosity gurgling and thrashing against the edge of the table.

Relief at the quick dispatch of the beast before them was short lived, however, for Vick’s wails were suddenly punctuated by the sounds of claws tearing through flesh, and a wet, choking gurgle. The shadows cast on the curtains from the fire pit that back-lit the scene were unforgiving. The other two sisters were clearly monsters as well. Where the first had been almost terribly gaunt, the two silhouettes looming over Vick’s were bloated and swollen, one with a crooked spine. Vick was laying within their grasp, twitching and spasming. Blood splattered the fabric of the curtain, beginning to soak through.

Windhawk kırklareli escort sheathed her blade and quickly whipped her own bow up, but by then, Alan was already leaping onto the table. His soft soled boots carried him up and over the obstacle in just a few paces. The wood surface creaked under his shifting weight, then the dead hag wheezed a useless breath out when he planted one foot firmly between the corpse’s shoulder blades, and leaped over Daphne, toward the curtain.

With a woosh, the whirling weight of Jhernyr ripped through the air, right past Alan’s head. It impacted the curtains and tore them from their moorings, before continuing on and striking one of the beasts beyond solidly. There was a solid sounding crunch, but the figure revealed did little more than recoil. An inhuman shriek once more rose, though this one was higher pitched, and filled with rage rather than terror.

The scene revealed by the tumbling fabric was almost enough to kill Alan’s forward momentum. There, Vick lay basically nude, only his unfastened leather breeches still on. His eyes were beginning to glaze, and though he still moved, it was weak. His great chest and ponderous belly were torn open, blood poured forth to soak over his attackers and the sheets of the bed below. His armor was scattered about in pieces, having been hastily removed earlier, and one thick fingered hand was grasping weakly toward where his great black blade lay sheathed, not more than a foot out of his grasp.

He was flanked by the sisters of the thing that they had killed, and their hideousness was easily an equal to her. Stringy black hair hung from patchy scalps, and their skin was green, coated with a thick, slimy perspiration that made them glisten in the firelight. Where one had a grossly bulbous nose that resembled little more than a fist stapled to her features, the other had almost no nose at all, just a recessed, skull-like cavity. Their eyes were as yellow and black as the previous hag’s. Both were nude, and ponderously fat. Their bulk made even Vick seem positively svelte. Massive, low hanging breasts were bared, and might have been a saving grace in some men’s eyes, save for their nature. Covered with weeping sores and angry red pustules, one of the hags had a nipple missing, and instead a yawning, puckered hole offered a dark entrance into her frame. Both of them were covered with his friend’s blood.

One of the hags, it was impossible to tell which sister was which at this point, still straddled Vick. She was near crushing him with her renewed weight. Her thighs enveloped his hips, and he was likely still inside her. This was the one that had been struck by Garthur’s hammer, and she was cradling one thick arm, rubbing the claws of her other up and down her own flesh. The second beast, free to turn to the onrushing rogue, swept one long arm out. While the claws failed to penetrate the old rogue’s enchanted leathers, the impact was incredible. Her unnatural strength shocked through his chest where that mere glancing blow had landed, and sent white hot lances of pain through his only recently healed wounds. It was enough to stop his advance in its tracks.

Jhernyr tried to return to the dwarf on its usual trajectory, but the hag who had been struck hastily gripped at the curtains that still wrapped about it. She struggled to keep hold with one arm, but when her sister let out a shriek of absolute rage, she turned her own sickly yellow eyes over. Those eyes followed the other hag’s gaze along toward where Daphne was drawing her blades from the corpse of the hag that had been Tam.

“Sister!” The two shrill voices rose in unison, “They killed our sister!”

Rage contorted features that were already difficult to look at, and both of the nude hags hoisted themselves upward, standing unsteadily on the bed. Their heads barely cleared the low ceiling, but their claws could easily reach half the room. Their actions left Vick lolling back on the bed with a groan, one arm crossed over his torso to try to keep his innards in, the other kept scrambling blindly for his sword.

“Alan!” Garthur’s voice rang out from behind, “You gotta get Vick away from them!”

The old rogue eyed his friend dubiously. Even with the adrenaline coursing through his system, he wasn’t sure he could move the mountain of a man, but he could definitely try. In that moment, however, the two hags seized the initiative, and cackled madly.

“So you want to save the fat man’s life?” As one, both of the hags bent, their claws descended to rake at Vick. The weakened Count rolled away from one, but the other three hands caught him, at his arm, at his face, and at his already gored belly. Their talons shredded through his flesh and he screamed in agony.

The release of the curtain, however, allowed that hammer to whip free. It swung back around to be caught by Garthur, who immediately flung it at the other, nearer hag this time. afyon escort At that same moment, Windhawk released her first arrow, which sailed over Alan’s shoulder. Hammer and arrow impacted the same hag, simultaneously. Her flesh rippled from the dual impacts, and she stumbled back, the shaft of the arrow jutting out of one breast.

Alan reached down to grab Vick by one arm, only to find Daphne at his side, grabbing at the Count’s other arm. He nodded to her, and both began to haul upon him. Vick cried out in agony again as those vicious nails dragged along his form with the movement. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he went limp. Another arrow from Windhawk’s bow whistled over Daphne’s shoulders, striking the hag that had been straddling Vick. The force of the impact sent her back a step, but the monster merely looked more enraged.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alan caught sight of the gnome running in to grab Vick’s sword, then retreat to the door. Garthur strode forward, and snatched his hammer out of the air. His other hand lifted in supplication, and the dwarf’s body glowed for a moment.

“We gotta get out of here boy, we can’t take these two with Vick down. Here, lemme have him.” The dwarf-lord came up under Alan’s side, and shouldered the wounded man’s weight with an unnatural strength.

“Cover us,” Daphne shot back to Alan, and she and Garthur began to drag the bleeding man to the door.

Alan and Windhawk closed ranks, but it was clear that they couldn’t stay long. With arrows still jutting out of their bodies, the two monstrous women lurched forth from the bed, their coarse, weighty forms jiggling and swaying. Rage clouded their eyes as they rushed forward. Those talons were outstretched, there was no pretense of using any form of magical abilities. Conscious of the sheer strength of the hags, Alan deftly danced backwards, as did Windhawk. The two concentrated on avoiding those blows until they heard their friends shove that heavy wooden door open.

Out before the cave, the fire beneath the cauldron was in full blaze, and a pair of skeletal claws peeked over the top. An undead mockery began to rise from the iron pot, a human skeleton with signs of having had its flesh removed by knives or claws. Each bone was scraped and scratched in many places. The abomination didn’t last long, for in mid stride, with one arm still around the wounded fighter, Garthur lifted the symbol of the earthen father upward. A blaze of white light engulfed the skeleton, which clattered back into the pot, lifeless once more. Whatever delay the undead thing was supposed to provide was gone in a moment. Daphne cursed and shifted to drag Vick along, and it was all the dwarf could do to keep up with his end.

Within, Windhawk loosed one more arrow, which skipped off of the slimy skin of one of the hags as if it were hardened leather. She then turned to retreat, leaving Alan to cover her. Alan focused on parrying their claw swipes madly with his own blade as he backed into the door frame. Just as he turned to disengage, however, each of the hideous women dragged a sharp talon along his back, shredding his leathers and gouging into his flesh. Biting back a scream, he just broke into a sprint, to catch up to the rest of the group.

He was still impressed they had escaped, even if it was into the pitch darkness of unknown tunnels. A low groan finally broke the master thief from his reverie, and he turned his head toward where Vick was being treated. Not that it was any use. All that met his human eyes was pitch darkness. His own wounds still bled, and he was afraid to look at the damage, but now that the numbness of the ghastly hags’ revelation and the subsequent terrified flight wore off, pain began to flare along his own back.

“D…did we win?” Vick’s voice was weak, but it was there, a welcome sign of his recovery.

“We got away, lad, that’s the best we could hope for. Afraid we had to leave most of your stuff behind. Your belt, your armor-“

“And the Black Blade?” The Count seemed to be taking Garthur’s news fairly well, though there was an edge in his tone when he asked about his trademark sword.

“I got it for you, sir!” Faringalia chimed up, “But I’m afraid I couldn’t get anything else.

There was shifting in the darkness, as the gnome handed over a blade that was more than twice her height and almost half her weight. Vick chuckled dryly, “At least I won’t be totally useless then.”

There was a spark and a flare as Windhawk lit a torch at last. “They’re gone,” The elven ranger spoke with a certainty that none dared question. They were all there, and all safe, it seemed.

Garthur’s blessings had done wonders on Vick’s wounds. He no longer gaped open, though his chest and abdomen were now a mass of scars. A few deep cuts remained, but Garthur was in the process of wrapping those with bandages. The light, however, also revealed the glimmer of blood on amasya escort the wall behind Alan, and the dwarven priest shot him a look.

“I’ll get to you in a minute, boy. And I won’t be taking no for an answer.”

Considering Garthur’s statement for a moment, Alan finally nodded weakly. He was in no shape to refuse. The dwarf motioned for Windhawk to take over bandaging Vick, and she handed the torch to little Faringalia in turn. As the cleric moved toward him with a resounding jingling, Alan turned his gaze back over the tunnel they were in.

The ruins of Pinroot Keep were as drab and dingy as ever. It was old masonry for the most part, with broad granite flagstones paving the floor, and a vaulted ceiling some ten feet upward, supported every dozen feet or so by carved stone archways. Other tunnels intersected here and there, and ancient portals opened into side rooms, where once wooden doors barred the way. A few such doors remained intact, though were swollen and stuck on their hinges. Here and there, stones were cracked or missing, exposing packed dirt and clay behind the walls, or allowing the occasional root to dangle down from above.

The floor was covered with a fine layer of dust, and was littered here and there with debris. Fallen chunks of masonry from where age had claimed the walls. Bones of animals and men lay amongst broken remnants of furniture and decorations from a bygone age. Here and there, the signs of confrontations long passed remained, although most of the valuable goods had been scavenged. There was still a faded chalk mark on the wall where, decades ago, Alan had marked which way they were going within, so they could find their way out. Other such marks were scattered here and there, in various states of preservation.

As the healing warmth of Garthur’s spell began to knit his flesh together, Alan winced at the sting. His gaze drifted toward the two elven women, who were staring at one another with an almost identically strange expression, then scowled at Vick when he caught the Count smirking at him.

“Oh come on, man,” Vick rumbled out, “It’s not like you got your belly torn open.” The big man laughed, but caught himself midway, cringing at the still present pain.

Alan sighed and shook his head, otherwise holding still for the dwarf’s treatment. “We wouldn’t have been in such a precarious situation if you hadn’t been such a skirt chaser. You’re engaged to be married for all decency’s sake.”

Vick guffawed despite the pain, “Yeah, to a whore! And you’re one to talk, old man. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you were stripping them with your eyes, and many more before! And you’ve actually gone through and tied the knot thoroughly.”

Alan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, “I never claimed to be a saint. I spent my entire life with the idea that if I see something I want, I take it.”

“As long as you don’t get caught.”

“As long as I don’t get caught, right. At least with Lizzy, with Lizzy I try. I try so hard.”

Vick rolled his eyes, but Garthur just paused his work to pat Alan’s shoulder, “We all gotta start somewhere, boy. When I first met you, you were a right lying, thieving bastard. Who knows, in another thirty years you might be halfway respectable.”

Sir Tinsley scowled at the dwarf’s chiding, but could do little but murmur, “In another thirty years I’ll likely be dead.”

Daphne finally turned her lovely eyes from the other elven woman’s, and approached Alan with a sway of leather clad hips. Now they were in the darkness, she had removed her mask and her goggles, as well as her gloves. One slender hand descended to caress Alan’s cheek, and tilted his head up so she could gaze into his eyes. “I like your inconstancy, I find unpredictability exhilarating.”

Windhawk frowned deeply, “Take your hands off him, abomination.”

The vampire just stroked her cool thumb along Alan’s cheek, and turned to fix her gaze on the other elven woman. “Now now, cousin. If I hadn’t taken out that green hag when I did, you’d probably still be picking bits of yourself out of their cooking pot. And speaking of pots, why didn’t you notice the skeleton in their cauldron?” Both of her brows raised in question.

The ranger turned her gaze away and down the hall. She tugged one of the bandages she was fixing a little too tight, causing Vick to yelp. There was no move made to correct it. “Maybe your own undead stench was too overwhelming.” Windhawk’s insult actually brought a frown to the vampire’s features, which caused her own expression to brighten.

“Enough.” Garthur growled, then moved to stand, having finished tending to Alan’s wounds. “We’ve got a long way to go yet, two men still wounded, one of which almost died, and I’ve got limited reserves to patch people up, so we need get our act together. No more mistakes.” The dwarf’s stoney tone was commanding, and caught all of their attention.

“Vick, can you move?”

After a moment of shifting and testing his limbs, Vick nodded and struggled to his feet, bracing himself on his sword. Once up, he took the blade in both hands and swung it experimentally, an act which sent Windhawk ducking out of his way. Without the benefit of his enchanted belt, the toll of years of generous living was evident in his swing. Still, it seemed he could wield it well enough.