Part Three: Long Live the Queen

Chapter Seven

ELENA

She looked so much like Yavara, but it wasn’t quite her. Her skin was tan, her hair black, her eyes were green, and her ears were rounded. She also was doing things that Yavara would never do. Yavara was adventurous, yes, but she wasn’t this adventurous. I watched as the woman who called herself ‘Trisha’ showed off her new pet: Prestira Rasloraca. She couldn’t be Yavara. The Yavara I knew was saving herself for a good man. The Yavara I knew spent her days practicing the bow and riding her horse. This human was just a cruel joke created by god to torment me in my failure. I got up in disgust and opened the door. Something stopped me. A familiar voice rang out, announcing the price of Prestira’s body. I’d know that voice anywhere. I walked back into the bar, shouldering past an enormous orc who bolted the door shut behind me. Brock Terdini, I presumed. Goddamn he was huge, but a well-placed Nadi arrow would fell even the mightiest of beasts. I sat in the back of the room and concealed my face with my hood, nursing a drink to ease my nerves. I hoped it wasn’t true. I hoped I was wrong.

What came next was something I didn’t expect. Trisha disrobed herself in front of the entire bar. The old consulate captain was right, Trisha was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I watched in horror as both man and beast took her and Prestira in every-which way. Never in my darkest dreams had I imagined such acts could be undertaken, and more incredibly still, that one could enjoy them. I wasn’t averse to sex despite being a virgin myself, but this… this could hardly be called sex. “Demonic gangrape” might’ve been a good term, but Prestira and Trisha were far from being forced. If anything, Trisha seemed to be orchestrating the whole thing, and indeed, she commanded the room with such charisma that even I applauded from time to time. Yes, the things she did where disgusting and abhorrent, but there was a terrible beauty to it all. Was I aroused by it? It was difficult not to be, though I tried desperately to deny it. I could no longer when I watched Trisha make passionate love to a human girl no older than I. The way she moved… oh god, I almost got in line myself!

When I asked a dwarf who she was, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “A whore, I guess. And the best damn one in the city!” A whore. That’s all she was. Just a whore who looked and sounded so much like the woman I loved. I sat and watched the whore. I watched as she moaned and screamed until her voice was hoarse. I watched as her body bent and writhed with inhuman grace, as though she’d been born for no other purpose. I watched as man after man finished inside of her until she was outturned and overflowing. When the last customers left, and the sun had long since set, I waited. Waited for someone to screw up, to crack the façade. Then I heard it from the witch’s lips: Yavara. A bolt of rage shot through me, and I drew my bow, unthinking, uncaring. Yavara. I fired a Nadi arrow right at Prestira’s eye. Zander stopped it in the air, and the orc crashed into me. Dazed and near to vomiting with pain, my head was wrenched upright, and my eyes were filled with her.

“Elena?” Yavara whispered, her eyes wide with shock.

“You know this ranger, my queen?” Brock grunted as his weight compressed my ribcage.

Yavara stuttered for a second, lost for words. I could feel my ribs cracking under the pressure of the orc, the air pushed mercilessly from my lungs. He suddenly jumped off me. Blood filled my mouth as my diaphragm re-pressurized, and I choked on desperate breaths. Brock’s hands came down on my shoulders and pressed gently. He lifted me up, cradled me in his arms, then began walking me up the stairs. I was going to be raped. I was going to be raped and tortured, and turned into a mindless slave just like Yavara. I thrashed against him, biting into his fingers until I drew blood, but he didn’t react. He opened the door and sat me on a chair, his hands still firmly subduing me. Prestira, Zander and Yavara walked in behind him, Prestira now wearing a silver cloak, Yavara wearing nothing but the leather boots she had on before. She regarded me with something akin to fear, and washed the filth from her body with a wet cloth as though to make herself presentable.

“Elena, I’m going to make Brock let go of you. Can I trust you not to try to run away or attack my friends?”

My eyes clouded to hear her speak my name. I nodded. Brock walked to the opposite side of the room and collapsed in a heap. His eyes fluttered open, writhed around the sockets, then focused to stare threateningly into my own.

“We should just kill her. If we let her go, she’ll run to her masters and tell them of us. We can’t keep her as a prisoner in this city; a missing ranger will attract attention. I say we-“

“Brock, shut the fuck up or leave the room!” Yavara shouted back at the orc. Brock’s jaw hung open for a second before closing obediently. The entire interaction zonguldak escort bewildered me beyond comprehension. Why was Yavara ordering her captors? For that matter, why had Brock collapsed as though he were a puppet whose strings were cut? But all those questions were blown to the wind when Yavara turned back to me, her eyes full of love, tears brimming on her lids.

“I thought I’d never see you again!” She cried, and threw her arms around me. My own arms hung meekly at my sides. It wasn’t just confusion or fear that stayed my affection, but the expression of the emotion itself. Being a ranger didn’t lend many tender moments, and it felt awkward to be given such an open display of love. But then I remembered. Yavara; this was Yavara! I returned the embrace with all my strength, crying into her shoulder. We vented within each other’s arms for a minute before Yavara finally pulled herself from me, her face wet with both our tears.

“What did they do to you?” I asked, looking her up and down.

Yavara laughed, wiping a tear from her eye. “They didn’t do anything. Well Brock raped me-IN A GOOD WAY SIT DOWN ELENA.” Yavara’s hands pushed me with a strength I didn’t know she had. My body flew into the chair as the dagger in my hand clattered on the floor. Yavara pulled me up into the chair, my body lifting off the floor with ease. She brushed a strand of black hair past her flustered cheek, and spoke. “OK Elena, we’re going to let that one slide. Take your dagger back if it makes you feel safe, but trust me when I say you do not want to draw it again.”

I slipped the dagger back in its sheath and sat upright in the chair. Yavara must’ve been under a spell, but she didn’t act like she was. A possessed Yavara wouldn’t know who I was. Still, it was Prestira Rasloraca and Zander Fredeon we were talking about; it wouldn’t surprise me if they had coerced Yavara’s entire life from her lips. I looked at the witch and the wizard, anger rising in my chest. “I don’t know what kind of spell you fuckers put on her, but you better take it off! No bullshit! Let me speak to the real Yavara!”

Zander and Prestira exchanged a look with each other, then Yavara. Yavara turned back to me, her lips inches from my face. “I am the real Yavara, and I have no spell on me. Actually, that’s not exactly true. Zander, can you take off my disguise?”

The wizard lifted his finger and touched Yavara’s cheek. Yavara’s ears narrowed to points, her eyes turned from green to orange, but her hair and skin remained the same. I gaped at her, a pit of despair forming in my stomach. No, no, no! NO! Yavara took the satchel from my hip and withdrew a pinch of powder. She opened her mouth and consumed the magic-revealing substance, her body remaining unchanged as she did so. She smiled down at my shocked face, apparently quite amused by my reaction.

“Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce you all.” She said cheerily, “Elena this Zander, wizard of the Great Forest; this is Prestira, Zander’s ex-wife and witch of Ardeni; and this is Brock, leader of the Terdini orc tribe. Everyone this is Elena, my best friend, and ranger of the Highlands. Everyone say ‘hi’ to Elena.”

“Hi Elena.” Prestira and Zander said in unison. Brock continued to stare me down, and I remained silent.

“Soooo, Elena.” Yavara said uncomfortably, twiddling her fingers, “I bet you’re confused as fuck right now.” She laughed nervously, an insecure hunch to her shoulders.

“Yeah…” My pulse was beating against my temples.

“Do you know what all this…” Yavara gestured to her eyes and bronze skin, “…means?”

“I know what it’s supposed to mean, Yavara. It just can’t be true.” My palms were slick and clammy.

“It’s all true, Elena. This is who I always was, I just didn’t know it until a few days ago.”

“Yavara, if you are who you say you are… I’m a ranger, Yavara. Do you know what that means?” My vision was blurred.

“That you have to kill me?” Yavara laughed.

“Yes.” My throat was so dry.

Yavara stooped over me, a crooked smile on her lips. She spread her legs and straddled my lap, her large breasts hanging in front of my face, her eyes gazing into my own. Her flesh radiated its heat against me, her hair grazed my cheeks, her scent wafted into my nose. I was gripped by the senses she enticed, stuck in a paralysis of horrible indecision. She made the decision for me. Yavara’s gently grabbed my hand and guided it to my dagger. She guided my hand and the dagger to her throat, her orange eyes staring into me as she pressed the blade against her neck.

“Are you going to do your duty, Elena?” Yavara whispered, leaning her face next to mine, “Are you going to kill the Dark Queen?”

Two years of ranger school screamed to push the knife in. This woman was the greatest threat to my homeland, the evil of all evils, the forerunner of the apocalypse. The sixteen years of friendship pleaded to let her go, to return to her father fethiye escort and bear the shame of my failure, to tell the lies she wanted me to tell so that she could remain safe. But Yavara was more than safe. She had acquired the alliance of two of the most powerful beings on earth and an orc tribe leader all in a few days. A few months and she could have an army. A few years, and she could have an empire. I pressed the blade harder, her skin pushing inward. Yavara’s face remained confident, unaware that I was making up my mind. A drop of blood fell from the blade. Yavara’s blood. I was going to kill my best friend. I was going to kill the person I loved most in the world. Memories flashed into my mind. Yavara and I were skipping school to go hunting. Yavara and I were racing each other on horseback.

We were lying together in her bed, Yavara’s eyes were wide as she told me about her ideal man. I looked back and pretended she was talking about me. Yavara kissed me on the cheek as I left for ranger school. I kissed her cheek and held her close. We were never going to be together like we were before; I would become a ranger, and she would marry a lord. The division in our lives would grow with each passing day until we were nothing but acquaintances, shedding memories of a friendship that had died long ago. But that was not to be the case. Yavara wasn’t destined for a life of royal subservience. She was doing things I’d never thought she’d do. She kissed another woman right before my eyes; she didn’t even think twice about it. She looked like she loved it. So many years I’d wanted her to kiss me like that, but I was always too afraid to initiate. And now here she was, naked and straddled across my lap, daring me to initiate. The blade fell from my hand and onto the floor. I stared up longingly into Yavara’s eyes, baring everything in that one desperate look. Yavara smiled down at me, her fingers reaching upward to trace my lips.

“I always knew you wanted me Elena; did you think I was stupid?” Yavara giggled. My face fell, my gaze lowering to the floor in shame. Yavara pulled my face up, her eyes brimming with love.

“I wanted you too.” Yavara’s sweet breath was in my nostrils, “Maybe I didn’t know it then, but I know it now; I know it with all my heart. How many years did we waste in mutual fear of the unknown, when we could have just reached out and taken what we wanted? When I transformed, all the pretense left me. That apprehensive girl who held out on so many good things is gone, Elena. You must have so many questions for me, but I just have one question for you, dearest friend: will you share my bed tonight?”

Yavara’s fingers traced fire across my cheek. My heart beat frantically in my chest as she closed her eyes and lowered her lips to my own. Our mouths touched. I inhaled sharply through my nose, staring wide-eyed at her. I felt her tongue push from between her closed kiss and trace my sealed mouth. I was frozen in place, exhilarated and terrified of looking the fool. Even with her lips to mine, I was still a coward, still terrified of taking what I wanted. Yavara withdrew from me, her mouth smiling affectionately.

“Is this your first kiss?”

“Yes.” I gasped.

“It’s ok. My first kiss was just a few days ago. There’s no shame in it. I can teach you.”

Prestira, Brock and Zander slowly walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. Yavara locked her fingers with my own and guided me to Prestira’s bed. I sat awkwardly on the edge as Yavara began taking off my armor. Every time my flesh was revealed, she kissed it, and I shuddered. Soon I was in nothing but my robe. She began to unbutton the front of my robe, the tops of my breasts slowly being uncovered.

“Wait.” I gasped, my hand shooting up to stop hers.

Yavara smiled and brought her face to my own. Her lips pressed against mine and opened, then her tongue slid after. I couldn’t breathe. Her tongue was gentle and wet, an invasion that tickled my gums, electrifying the nerves. She gently prodded my own tongue, encouraging me to play with her, her lips creasing in an open smile. My bulging eyes began to close, the shock fading, and the desire rising. I shyly moved my tongue to hers, not entirely sure what to do. She took control of the kiss, her lips and tongue guiding me, teaching me until I could confidently kiss her back. I placed a hand on the back of her head, my fingers running through her soft hair as she unbuttoned the rest of my robe.

Yavara pushed the robe off my shoulders, the cold air forcing a shiver from my body. She pressed her warm flesh to me, so soft, so enticing, and lowered me onto my back. Her hand gently gripped my ass and guided it onto the bed, her elegant fingers sinking into my cheeks, coercing an ache deep within my sex. She played the part of the bigger spoon in our embrace, her stomach pressed against my back, one of her legs wrapped over my own. Her hand moved from my glute, caressing her fingers alanya escort along my waist before hovering over my womanhood. Her mouth withdrew from my own, and I followed it mindlessly, yearning for her endless kiss. I’d been so lost in her mouth, that I’d hardly noticed the position she’d put me in. I opened my eyes to see her burning irises, their depths wrought with love and desire. She touched me, just a caress, but it was the first touch I’d ever known from another. My state of hyperawareness caused the mere graze to illicit a whimper from me, and I was unsure why. Such a weak sound to come from me, when I thought myself so hardened and calloused. Was it a plea? For what? For her to stop, or for her to keep going?

“Do you want me to feel you down here?” Yavara whispered, drawing a single finger along my slit. Oh god, it was like my entire being was naught but the flesh under her fingertip, prickling with longing beneath her touch.

“I’ve… I’ve never-“

“It’s a yes or no question, Elena.” Yavara teased while she continued to caress me. I felt myself opening, my petals blossoming and reddening to reveal the ovule within. Her finger became wet with my nectar, each pass only compelling more to flow. The aching within my depths intensified, the saturated walls pulsing with readiness. It was unbearable. I could feel the apprehension falling away, my internal armor shedding just as easily as my external shell had. Yavara cocked her head to the side, her other hand running though my hair, a knowing smile creeping across her lips. “Elena?”

“Yes!” I cried in ardent surrender. Yavara laughed, kissed my neck, and sunk two of her fingers into me. A shot of pain arced from my penetration, and I cried out as I felt the warmth of blood leaking from between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, inadvertently trapping her hand between them. Yavara continued prodding into me, gentle whispers of encouragement spilling into my receptive ear.

“The hard part’s over, Elena. It’s only good things from here.”

I tilted my head back and gritted my teeth, waiting for Yavara’s promise to prove true. Her thumb gently played with my clit while her fingers slid along my ceiling, searching for my weak spot. She found it. My skin prickled with gooseflesh even as it flushed, and I shivered even as I felt a wave of heat burn from within. Yavara’s eyes were wild with excitement above mine, her teeth pressed zealously into her lower lip. I knew in that look what she wanted of me. She wanted to explore me, to find my hidden places, and to unlock the secrets within. It was a power game for her, and god help me, I wanted her to have that power over me. She pressed herself closer to me, her juices leaking onto my backside, her flower opening against me. I tentatively parted my legs, and watched her smile broaden. I smiled with her, and from that smile, I uttered my first moan. I did it for her, but I wasn’t faking it. Yavara’s promise had come true.

Yavara gently sucked on my neck, her lips bringing the skin into her mouth. She did this on my collar bone, shoulder and then the tops of my breasts, each kiss a delight of wet sensation. I looked down to see little dark spots marking a trail that stopped at my nipple, where her tongue circled my areola below playful orange eyes. Her eyes shut, her lips closed, and she sucked from my nipple, coercing a shiver up my spine. I moaned freely, the sounds compelled from me in a low, pleading rasp. I knew now what my original whimper had meant. More, give me more! I shifted on the bed, my hips swaying to the compulsion of her invading fingers, my chest rising to press my breast against her face. Her free hand gently held my cheek, and I turned my face to take a finger into my mouth. She looked up from her nursing, an inquisitive glint in her eyes. I grinned mischievously, and sucked that finger. I didn’t know why I did it; I was a novice in the ways of lust, and wanted to express my blossoming sexuality. I felt immediately foolish, and blushed to the roots of my hair.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered.

“Sorry?” Yavara smiled, confused.

“I didn’t know if I was supposed to do that, or…”

“Oh, Elena!” Yavara giggled, drawing herself up to my level. Her black hair drew a curtain around my face, framing her compassionate expression, “You have to let yourself go. No rangers in the bedroom; only beasts here.”

“It’s just…” I chewed on my lip, “you’re a master at all of this, and I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t want to disappoint-“

“Shh.” Yavara said, placing her finger on my lips, “You could never disappoint me. I want you to experiment on me, to find your true self with my flesh.” She crinkled her nose, “I want you to realize what a little pervert you really are, and I want you to ask me to fulfill all your dirty kinks.” She regarded my lips, then pushed her finger into my mouth, “You see, Elena,” She whispered as I wrapped my mouth around her, “there’s nothing sexier to me than self-discovery. I’m beginning to realize this about myself, ironically enough. Nothing turns me on more than changing someone through sex.” Her expression was steeped in dark desire, “And you, my dearest and oldest friend, the love of my life, are a blank canvas. You don’t understand,” her breath was heavy, “you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU? WHY AM I NAKED?”

Kaycee Lance found her flesh to be hyper sensitive to realizing that she was missing her clothes and let out a shriek. It was like static cling flowing over her skin. She was panic stricken at coming back from God knows where, then seeing a strange man next to her also nude made her cringe and back away in a hurry for her own protection. Even the carpet beneath her felt electric shocking her into moving about like a displaced cat being shot at with a water bottle.

“Calm down I’m not going to hurt you.” Griffin Folklore grabbed a couch cushion to hide his drooling penis. “Do you know what happened to you Kaycee?” She was terrified and staring at him with awe, uncertain what this world was all about. Shaking like a leaf she peered behind him to see the standing Sonya Miller, hotel manager. Unlike Kaycee currently, Sonya in her ghostly state haunted her.

“What is that?”

“That’s Sonya. She’s like you…well was like you. You were…a ghost I think. I brought you back.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Griffin…hi Kaycee.”

“You know my name?”

“Your ID is in the downstairs elevator where I found you and some guy making out. Pretty sure he was your boyfriend.”

“My boss…Jared! We…why is he still in the elevator?” She found her thoughts fuzzy.

“I know this sounds insane but everyone in the entire city…has become ghostlike. Something happened last night that switched off the planet. Up until you just now I was the only living person in Brooklyn at least. I’m thinking the entire city. Could stretch further but I’m not sure. TV networks are on a loop so there’s nothing new being televised. The devastation outdoors is as horrifying as everyone being ghosts. It felt like the rapture at first because when it’s daylight there are no ghosts, at least I couldn’t see any. Only at night did you all appear.”

Exploring his sincerity she calmed slightly, but it was simply too obvious. Exploring her body she felt…violated, “Did you…fuck me?”

“I did…sorry! I’ve been experimenting on the ghosts and unfortunately you were my guinea pig. I know this looks bad but I think I just rescued you from wherever you went. Ummm? Where exactly were you?”

“I…don’t know. Last I recall was being in the elevator with Jared. Did I…look like her?” She points up at an oblivious Sonya staring off into a void.

“Yeah! But, I touched you and you became normal. When I touched Sonya it was only temporary. When you became human again you stayed a little longer. So far so good!”

“I recall…swallowing my gum.” Her brain was all over the place. Of course Griffin’s mind thought she said cum. Overriding his potential to laugh over his dirty thought he recalled taking her gum from her purse. Was there a mental connection to her swallowing a chewed piece and her fondness of the variety? Like her perfume absorbed into her thong it too had a favorable allure. “So…taste and smell are two senses that stay with you when you cross over.”

“What?” She touches her inner thighs delicately and discovers trickles of Griffin’s cum leaking from her pussy. The moistness was making her breath heavily. It was as if she were hyperventilating. Drawing her fingers up to her eyes to see the wetness she whimpers. “Did you cum inside me?”

“SHIT! Yeah!” He grit his teeth, “I had no idea what would happen so I didn’t wear protection. You clung to me so tightly I couldn’t pull out. I’m…sorry!” Watching her eyes chase his suddenly he swallowed dryly, “Ummm? Maybe…my cum inside you is acting like…an anchor keeping you here? Just a hypothesis!”

“I need air.” She lifted up to her feet, each caress of her flesh on anything making her excitable. Seeing the French doors she went for them sliding it open. A gust of air felt intoxicating being up so high. “It’s been raining.”

“Yeah! Stopped about an hour ago. Are you sure you should be…out there? We don’t know anything about what happened to you…everyone!”

“I need to see it all.” Crossing past the pool and hot tub she leaned on the rail peering out over the city, at least what she could with other skyscrapers looming. Seeing ghosts like Sonya moving about through windows and on the streets below she looked lost. Easing next to her Griffin sighed, “How do you think I felt? Up until you I was the only living person. Even though what I did to you was wrong…I’m glad I did it. Now…I’m not alone.”

In a blur Kaycee turned and hugged him tightly, sobbing without actual tears. That troubled Grif, why was she not sharing salty tears or even cumming earlier? Her pussy was dry and almost irritated him. There was more to this still. “Kaycee? You’re crying but I’m not seeing or feeling tears. You felt my cum on your fingers…the rain on your feet. So you do recognize that much, but it’s like your body is depleted. Yet, the human body is made up of mostly water. Weird!”

“I am thirsty.” She sighed.

“Bottled water in the fridge!” erzurum escort He takes her by her hand, “Let’s go inside.” Following him was easy enough, she actually found Griffin cute. Leading her into the kitchen he grabbed a water bottle and unscrewed it for her. Guzzling it she demanded another. Three bottles in she panted.

“I needed that.” In doing so her eyes actually teared up now.

“Must be a side effect. I see tear rings.”

“Th-thank you for…doing what you had too.” She then snaps a glance at Sonya, “Are you going to…fuck her too?”

“I’m tapped out today. I don’t think I could get it up if I tried.”

“It is up.” She lowered her gaze, “You should try.”

“I can’t fuck every…not gay…girl in New York Kaycee.”

“Maybe, I can bring Jared back like you did me. You touched me and I started to come back right?”

“Worth a shot I guess. Sonya’s not going anywhere so let’s go downstairs and see if we can rescue your boss.” He takes the lead but first puts his pants on. She shivering looks at him with questioning eyes. “Oh! Wanna borrow my t-shirt?” He hands it to her and it was like holding on to a hot coal. Dropping it with a shriek made Grif jump. “Maybe not! Might be because it’s not yours? Here!” He retrieves her thong and offers it back. Carefully taking it she finds a different reaction, a comfort in its soft fabric. Slipping it on, that was all she had to wear. “Your clothes are on the second elevator’s floor. You can get dressed if you succeed in bringing Jared back, or even if you don’t succeed. His clothes are there too.”

“Okay! Griffin…right?”

“Griffin Folklore!”

“Cool name!”

“Heard it all. Let’s head down.” He took his penthouse card and put it in his pocket then went to the elevator. Hesitant Kaycee looked back at the immobile Sonya, she feared becoming that again. Stealing his hand as if her only security he smiled and tightened his fingers. “If anything goes wrong I’ll do everything I can to bring you back. I promise!”

Nodding she accepted his assurance and clung to him. “Don’t leave me.” A vision of of his girlfriend Jade made him sigh. He prayed he might be able to bring her back just like this. Same for his…Mom…if…

“I can’t fuck my mom!” He realized in thought, “God what a fucked up situation.”

One floor down he led Kaycee out into the hall. Conchita the housekeeper was still struggling to get her job done. Kaycee pouted at the woman’s nightmarish behavior. “Was I this…confused?”

“No! You were too busy sucking face with Jared.”

“Oh! He is a good kisser.” As the house elevator doors opened there was Jared still fondling and Frenching open air. “Wow! I was on the receiving end of that?” She smiled.

“Sorry again.” He felt badly for having sex with her.

“Don’t be! Jared was nice but I was just having fun. If I’d met you first I might never have…well…one night stand maybe. Don’t judge me!”

“Go get him Tigger!” He released her hand to let her reunite with Jared. Fingers crossed did zero good. The second she stepped away she transferred back to her ghostly state, her thong falling to the floor of the elevator. “DAMMIT!” Touching her again led to another silent scream. Yet, it did lure her back to reality. “This is not going to work Kaycee.” Again, she turned to face Griffin with an expression of horror.

“WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I?” Back to the drawing board. Reclaiming his hand she reverted yet again and rejoined Jared in his arms.

“Fuck! Just when I started to enjoy her company. Looks like she’s right…one night stands from here on. Is this how it’s going to be when and if I bring Jade back like this? The second I turn my back on her she ghosts me?” It was not a happy ending!

“Least I can do is hook you two up.” Crouching to sift through Jared’s clothing he found their room key. Gathering their clothing and personal items Grif took them down to the 12th floor and to their room. They followed him, Jared literally carrying Kaycee and making out without pause. Entering their room Griffin spread out their clothing on the bed. As if inspired Jared took Kaycee to bed, stretching out as if alive. It was likely because this was something they recalled in some way, maybe their scent on the bed. “They’re not phasing through the bed. Maybe it’s because they know the territory. When she went through my penthouse sofa she had never been there before. Psionic recognition I’m thinking.”

Eying Kaycee’s beauty as she lay on top of Jared recreating earlier actions she rode his ghostly cock and thrived. It was impossible not to play the voyeur. “Fuck! Gonna miss her sexy ass.” It was definitely a worthy ass, entire body. Stepping back toward the door he gnashed his teeth and glared back at her with her hands in her intangible hair. Fidgeting he put a Do Not Disturb sign on the knob just out of respect. He had to leave or prove he still had another erection to abuse. eskişehir escort A threesome would be fun, he could have touched her and made her real again and took her anally. But, his touch might also have brought Jared back and he might not have been as easy to handle. Better to leave well enough alone. “I’ll visit you again guys. Have fun!” Best they could! Leaving the room he left their key in front of the door so he could someday get back in.

Hands in his pockets he shuffled along the 12th. floor toward the elevator. A male ghost whom had been carrying an ice bucket to his room stood stuck outside his sealed domicile, his sweats and room key laying at his feet. Unlocking his door seemed honorable, taking his sweats and bucket tossing them in. Stepping out of his way Grif let the man enter his room and closed the door behind him. At least he was home! Closest thing to it considering! Good deeds seemed appropriate!

A few more floors of reuniting families he grew exhausted of doing the noble thing. While he was raised to respect people not even Griffin had it in him to be perfect. What made his mind up was finding toddlers sleeping in a family vacation’s comfy bed while their Mother sat up watching TV that currently was a prerecorded Rare Coin infomercial. Not even Grif could tuck the children in to cover their unfortunate nudity. Enough was enough as he apologized to the Mother and switched channels to something more comforting in Disney’s Peter Pan. Recalling the movie well from his own childhood he recited a line from it that seemed befitting. “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” He let himself out now that their Father was back in the room having gone to their car for a bag. Grif would have made a great Bellhop.

“Guess I better take Sonya back to the lobby. No sense putting her or me through any more heartache. I can’t keep her in this reality forever. Nice to look at but not fair to her.” His private elevator reaching the penthouse he expected to find her still standing there. Shocked when the door opened to prove him wrong he froze in the doorway. “Where did she go?”

Her G-string missing from the sofa meant that she somehow had returned on her own without Griffin’s help. Fearing he might spook her he quietly checked out the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally the bedroom. There she lay as if asleep, curled up and hugging a pillow. “How did she…she’s still in negative mode and not falling through the mattress. Her panties are right under her. I don’t get it! What am I missing here?” A cushy recliner in the bedroom seemed logical, his bed was taken, and after Kaycee he didn’t want to appear as if taking advantage of Sonya too. Just watching her sleep without breathing was creepy enough.

“I wonder if maybe she used to come up here and sleep on occasion? Maybe she realized her past in that bed. Strange that she was such a ball of energy down in the lobby and now…Sleeping Beauty.” His own eyes heavy he just fell asleep in his chair. In a better world his snoring would have woke up Sonya and found a pillow hurled at him. Those would have been the days.

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With no alarm clock set Griffin woke up with a kink in his neck. Eyes focusing against sunlight through the windows he strained a bit until finding the bed unoccupied. Sonya was long gone, that or simply still there but unseen to the naked eye. Her G-string was still on the blanket. “Just lil’ ole me again in a big city disaster area.” He got up and stretched. Staring at the bed he fidgeted a bit then leaned over the pillow her head had been laying on and kissed open air.

“Rest well Beautiful.”

Shuffling to the bathroom to relieve his bladder he stripped his jeans off and took a wake up shower. Drying off he stepped to the sink and peered into the mirror. Although fogged over he could tell someone was behind him. Jumping out of his skin he turned to find no one there. Another glance at the mirror the image was back. Using his hand to wipe away the steam he saw Sonya standing in the hallway looking in. Another darting glance behind him she was gone. Mirror…image. “Huh! So I can see you in a mirror but not when I check you out directly. Curious!”

Hanging his towel up he brushed his teeth with hotel offered supplies. Watching her as he scrubbed his molars she stepped into the bathroom and stared at his used towel. Rinsing and spitting he moved around her reflection area and claimed his towel again. Wiping his chin he took the towel out into the hall and stood where he could see himself in the mirror. She followed him, he getting a good hard look at her perfect ass.

“Okay…so you’re picking up my scent on the towel. You must have caught on to it after I jizzed into your G-string last night. Which means we’re on a similar wavelength. Not complaining Babe! Nice to know you find me appealing. I know I sure find you sexy as fuck.”

Sighing he just couldn’t resist gaziantep escort and touched her. Just as she had last night she returned from whatever dimension she was residing in and became human, flesh and blood. Silent scream at first then recognition began settling her down. “You have gorgeous eyes Miss Miller.” Baby blues were always swimming pools to the rich and famous. Staring at him she began to breath and tremble, hands rubbing her forearms as he held her by her biceps. “I know you can find me…keep searching.”

“Where?” She finally mumbled. “Why am I in the penthouse with…who are you?” At least she wasn’t asking why they were naked.

“Sonya? Just stay calm I’m a friend, my name is Griffin Folklore. I’ll ask you like I did Kaycee…do you recall what happened to everyone?”

“I was making my rounds down in the lobby. I…why are we naked?” There it was! She trembled but kept her composure.

“Well…I just took a shower. You are naked because whatever happened to the world made you all ghosts. It’s just your clothing doesn’t follow you when you are ghostlike. Well, more like a photograph negative. You moved around as if nothing had changed but kind of in a loop. I’m not crazy, neither are you. Just focus Sonya. I think if I let go of you, you will fade out on me again, so please take my hand and come sit with me.” She complied and he walked them back to the bed where her G-string was. “Wanna put this on? Experience says you can’t wear anything that’s not yours. I’m afraid your clothing is still in the lobby. I used you as an experiment to find ways to connect with not just you but others who are also ghostlike.”

“I…feel very comfortable around you. Strange considering I don’t know you.” She ignored her G-string in his hand.

“I’m piecing things together as much as possible, but I know I can’t keep you alive…well… I think you’re alive even in the negative mode but you can’t focus on me the guy on the other side of the dimensional shift. I mean I think you’re trying, your senses locate where I am by my scent. You trailed my towel just now, just like you followed your underwear by your own scent. It…bonds us in a way.”

“I…know you’re being honest…I can feel it.”

“Last night I brought another girl up here and managed to keep her normal longer than you. My only conclusion as to why was the fact…we had sex and I came inside her. I think my DNA might have helped her back from ghosting until her body absorbed it, then she left me again. I know sex is wrong but it…just happened. What it did was offer me clues as how to help bring people back. Obviously I can’t have sex with everyone so all I can do is randomly…man…I sound like a player.” He chuckled. “Trust me when I find better ways I won’t go fucking every girl I meet.”

“I often stay up here when things get busy. Not many rent the penthouse. It’s expensive.”

“I wondered what your attachment was. I left you standing like a statue last night when taking Kaycee to find her Boss. She ended up becoming a ghost again so I left the lovebirds back in their room. I have to leave soon. My mom is out there and she’s a scientist. If I can figure out how to bring her back maybe we can find a way to save as many as we can. If not…I guess I might visit you here more often. I like the luxury!”

“Of the penthouse…or of having me?”

“Uhhh? I haven’t had you. Well, I shot my load on you which brought you back briefly but it didn’t last long. One thing I did notice is Kaycee was really dehydrated when she came back. Maybe when I ran the shower you were drawn to the moisture in the air. Oh…I can’t see you in daylight, I only found you because for some reason your reflection can be captured in a mirror. If I were to let your hands go you would disappear.”

“Then don’t let me go.” She creased her brow worried of her future.

“Like I said…my Mom comes first. I promise I’ll come back by and bring you back as often as I can. Might just pack all my stuff and move in here, that way at least I can rescue you every day. Ummm? I know you’re older than me but…you have a man?”

“Nothing serious! I…date a lot. Used to that is, I guess those days might be over. I’m 25.”

“22! Not so bad.” He wiggled his brows, “Can I…come see you again?”

“I’ll be lonely if you don’t. So…you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Did! I’ll need to go back for her. Now that I know I can bring people back I have to save her.”

“Which means I’ll never see you again.”

“I’ll bring her back here. She’s cheated on me so the way I see it, it’s open relationship on my terms from here on out. Same for my Mom, she goes where I go if that’s possible. Who knows I might not be able to remove Jade or Mom from their homes. You were here at the hotel already so I think you’re bound to it. Could be worse I guess. You could be stuck out on the streets like a lot of other folks. It’s a fucking mess out there, people vanishing with vehicles in motion, planes crashing, ships hitting docks, you name it. It took me all day yesterday to get here from my home.”

“I’m glad you stopped in.”

“Needed a place to sleep! If I’m the only guy left in the city by golly I’m living it up in style.”

“I don’t even know how to react to all of this Griffin. I suppose I can only hope you really do come back.”

Author’s Note:

I put a line break in at the point where it gets ~sexy~, so you can jump straight to that if you want.

*

This is my first time writing anything adult; I am a very unsexy person and I’m not sure where the motivation for this came from, but here it is. I don’t know anything about penises so if anything is glaringly off in my descriptions, let me know and I’ll try to fix it! Thanks.

“Chip, show me your dick. It’s for science.”

At this statement, Christopher “Chip” Turner sat up in shock, bonking his head on the bunk above the one where he rested. He was a human in space with aliens, so he was aware that life would spring a few surprises upon him. Commands like this, however, were not a part of his expectation.

He tried to regain his composure. Instead, he tumbled out of his bunk like cereal shaken out of its box. He stood up, straightened out, pulled his shirt straight, and snapped to attention.

A pair of eyes, like two black marbles suspended in milk, peered up at him intently, blinking only so often as a cat’s. Chip still has to get used to all of that; however, he was eternally glad that the aliens were at least humanoid in form. They were just like people, for the most part: only slightly smaller, and lithe. And purple. So, yes, it was different, but the physical traits were easy to accept. The things that came out of their mouth, sometimes, though. That was another story.

Here, the alien in question was one Chip knew somewhat. They went by the name Zoo, which was less weird than it sounded. Due to linguistic barriers, the aliens were easily able to learn human language, but things didn’t operate easily the other way. Thusly, there was no term for their species other than “the aliens”, and their native names couldn’t be replicated by Earth tongues. Instead, each individual gave themselves a “human name”. These names were usually random nouns that had nothing to do with actual naming conventions.

“I’m sorry,” Chip said, realizing his train of thought had made a complete detour. “What, exactly, do you want?”

“I wanna see your dick,” Zoo repeated with the same conviction. “I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m looking for. I was told “dick” is the term for male genitalia.”

“I mean. You’re not wrong.” He closed his eyes, sighed, and put his hands up. “Just, give me a second to think, please?”

Chip needed to figure this out. Interaction with aliens was hard at times, because humanity was new to the galactic scope of intelligent life, and culture clashing was inevitable. That’s why he and Zoo (along with others) were on the ship in the first place; not to explore the cosmos, but to explore inter-species dynamics; for each party to learn about each other in a setting other than either’s home planet, to remove any upper hand the other might have.

Zoo was a New Anthropologist; they studied humans socially, to help their species as a whole understand and adapt to their new intergalactic ally. Their excitement about their work made them easy to get along with, but lots of their questions didn’t align with what humans considered acceptable to ask. Chip had to figure out how to correctly respond to such a loaded question.

While he thought, Zoo stared at Chip’s raised hands. “Oh!” they exclaimed after a moment, misunderstanding his gesture. “Yes! Human handshake.” They grabbed his right hand and shook wildly, the way one might shake a ketchup bottle to get more condiment out. Alien understanding of human customs was growing, but there was still a long way to go.

“Official greeting is out of the way. Am I allowed to see your dick now?” They beamed, revealing vaguely pentagonal teeth. Chip’s mouth grew taut.

“Listen. Zoo. You have to give me a bit of context for what you’re asking. Like. . . why you want to, in the first place.”

“I’m reading up on some of the findings my colleagues have reported, and some of it pertains to human mating behaviour—and, honestly, I think whoever’s giving them information is just garbage. Cause there is NO way the stuff I’m reading was true.”

“Well, what kind of stuff did it say?”

“Gadzooks, where do I start? For one, it was all just confusing. Humans are monogamous, but sometimes not, and are expected to mate for life but rarely do; and the fact that you have different genders—which is wild enough on its own—is actually based on your sexual organs, except that isn’t always true, either! And your mating partners depend on gender, but never in a succinct way. humans can’t decide what they want!”

Chip laughed and ran a hand back through his curly dark hair. “Yeah, we’re pretty weird.”

“It also days that you wear clothes to hide your OUTER SEXUAL BITS.”

“…Yes?”

“And you have nothing to say to that?! Having external reproductive parts? That’s tekirdağ escort like me telling you I have a lung outside of my body. What the heck kind of shoddy design is that?! You don’t even get all the parts, but the ones you do have are just—loose?!”

Chip recalled learning of the alien species’ hermaphroditism. From their perspective, sex and gender must be wholly unnecessary complications.

“Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head. “But, really only the cis males. And it’s for temperature control, I think—it’s been a while since I had biology, I’m sure the internet has better explanations for you, honestly.”

Zoo shook their head, eyes wide. “No-o. The internet here won’t let me see. It blocks all of the links that come up. That’s why I want you—” they point at his crotch “to show me.”

At the serious look in their face, Chip’s smile lowered. Zoo—his coworker—seriously wanted him to just take his dick out for inspection?

“There are a lot of layers to unpack here, Zoo—”

“Not really. Just your uniform and boxers.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Chip looked to the only door in and out of the sleeping quarters. It was closed, but another crew member could come in at any time. He lowered his voice.

“Humans are more . . . conservative as a species than your people are. We don’t just show people our junk. That’s usually reserved for, uh, mates.”

“Oh!” Somewhere in the depths of those dark eyes, a flash of understanding sparked. Zoo put a hand to their neck. “What I just asked, then, was inappropriate.”

Chip smiled embarrassedly. “A little.”

“Ugh! That’s so dumb. I mean, no offence, but why is that even a rule?”

“Mates are the only ones who would be, uh. “Using” those parts?”

“Sexual intercourse, yes, I’m aware. But in times outside of your breeding cycle, it should be fine, right?”

“We don’t have breeding cycles.”

That earned Chip a few moments of shocked silence. Then, Zoo exclaimed loud enough for practically the whole galaxy to hear: “Then how do you fuck?!?!”

Chip had to hand it to the aliens. Their eloquence with human language rivalled that of most native speakers.

“We just do it when we want to?”

Zoo sputtered. “When you WANT to? So if you wanted to, right now, you’d be ready for intercourse.”

“I mean—”

“Or tomorrow morning. Or in the dining hall. Or in the middle of a breech of the ship’s force fields.”

“—I wouldn’t during—”

“Or if we stopped on one of the nearby moons, you could do it then. Or even while we flew directly into a sun!”

“I’d have to be horny for it, jeez!”

“But you have the potential to get horny. All. The. Time. Gadzooks, no wonder human mating is so complicated. If we did it as much as you guys do, we’d need to find ways to make it more interesting, too.”

Chip laughed. Zoo just seemed in awe. They grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, bouncing on their feet. “Please, please, please. You have to show me.”

“Zoo! I really can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I told you; it’s inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate for humans. I’m not a human. Please? I’m not trying to mate with you, I promise.”

That earned another chuckle. At the sound, they squeezed his hand tighter.

“Besides, isn’t this appealing as a human? You want someone to be interested in your . . . junk, you called it. Right?”

Chip shrugged, looking away. He happened to stare at the door again. He considered it, then realized he was considering it, then shook his head. He wasn’t actually going to do this. . . right?

The normal part of his brain said of course not. The part of him that had been on the ship for a few months now, surrounded by people, without any chance to “be interested in” himself . . . thought it wouldn’t be so bad. And it was true, Zoo had only a scientific fascination. To them, it was like getting to examine a limb. It would be completely professional and acceptable. And it would make them so happy.

Chip bit the inside of his cheek. “Just. Just for a second, alright? And maybe don’t tell anyone about it.”

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“Yes!” Zoo actually jumped with joy, then, like a pupil waiting for a lesson, sat at his feet, legs crossed and hands tapping their legs excitedly.

Chip sighed and sat down on his bunk, glad that it was the bottom one. He’d feel weird sitting on anyone else’s bed for this. He looked down, drummed his thighs with his fingers, and gave himself a last time to chicken out. Then he did it.

It wasn’t a big deal, really. The ship’s uniforms were utilitarian, navy blue pants with matching shirts. He unzipped and took his dick tokat escort out.

Zoo instantly burst into laughter, rocking back and laying down on the floor.

“Hey!” Chip said. “Way to be insensitive.”

“I’m—sorry!” They responded, trying to sit up but cracking up at their second sight of human genitalia. “It’s just—look at it! That’s so crazy!” They got up and crawled close to Chip’s lap, until their face was right in front of his cock. Chip could feel the breath expelled from their alien lungs; colder than human exhalation, definitely, but the attention was enough that he felt his body warming. He started getting hard; a spike of embarrassment pierced the core of his brain, but he tamped it down, assuring himself that Zoo wouldn’t know enough to recognize the effect they were having.

In fact, now that Zoo was done laughing, they seemed too enraptured to notice much outside what they were staring at. They shifted around, viewing the penis from different angles. Eventually, they settled with leaning one arm on Chip’s thigh, leaning their head on that arm, and gazing at the cock like one might view a television show they were half-watching.

“So, this means you’re a cis male, right?”

“Yeah,” Chip said.

“I thought so. I mean, eventually I did. It’s so hard to tell. First assigned gender off of hair length, but that doesn’t work very often. Then, I realized that the ones that were ‘pretty’ seemed to be females. But that doesn’t work for you.”

They said it so nonchalantly that Chip almost missed it; his brain snapped into focus again as he analyzed what they said. Were they calling him pretty? It only added to the blush that was grazing his neck. Before he could process it all, though, Zoo took their free hand and pointed at his dick head. “What’s this part of it for?”

Chip forced his brain to think professionally, and he answered Zoo’s anatomy questions the best he could, while their hand hovered over different parts of his slowly-growing cock. Eventually, Zoo’s brow furrowed, and they asked something slightly different.

“Is it supposed to be doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Y’know. Going up.” They held their free arm straight up in the air, emulating the motion.

Chip’s shoulders squared and he pulled himself more into the bed, away from Zoo. “Sorry,” he said, throat thickening with the instant sludge of embarrassment. The alien only frowned.

“What? Is it bad?”

“No, I—I’m getting hard.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No—well, if left too long—no, I mean, no. Zoo, this is inappropriate. I shouldn’t have said yes to you, I’m sorry.”

He started to pack himself back in his pants, but Zoo put a firm hand on either of his thighs, keeping them open. They got to their knees, to get closer to Chip’s face.

“No, wait. This is, like, a “getting ready to mate” thing, isn’t it?”

Chip nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“Well. Really, learning more of the details of human mating could be useful to my research.”

“Zoo—”

“I’m serious! And you’d only be helping me with my scientific curiosity, right? Even if not, this whole situation is my fault, and you said that it hurts—”

“I didn’t mean like that—”

“I should help. Come on.” They sat back down, face close to crotch again. They smiled and looked up. “What do I do?”

“Uhhhhh,” Chip said, effectively conveying the thoughts in his head.

“Come on, man. Help me out here. Can I touch it?”

“That would, uh, be a good start.”

Zoo frowned at the cock, trying to discern the best way to grab it. They reached out and held it by the shaft, lightly, and gently angled it around, as if a control panel might appear somewhere on its side. Some instructions, any information on what to do.

“You could try, uh . . . .” Chip wrapped his hand around theirs and tried guiding their movements, up and down, until Zoo was rubbing him base to tip at a steady motion. Already Chip could feel heat building within him, small and shining like a new star. He closed his eyes, but after a while the motion stopped.

“What’s happening now?” Zoo cocked their head, examining the slit of his cock as it dropped precum. Chip helped move their hand to collect it, then getting them to a massage the tip for a few moments before going back to the motion from before, now with added lubrication. With a little coaxing, Zoo picked up the pace. Chip ground his bottom lip between his teeth and a moan seeped from his throat.

“Is that a good noise?” Zoo asked.

“Very good,” he answered. He barely got the words out before choking on surprise; of their own volition, Zoo leaned forward and took his cock head into their mouth, sucking lightly as they continued to slowly jack him off.

Their large eyes flicked up to him, trabzon escort awaiting approval. He gave it by putting a hand to the back of their head, sinking fingers into their short, lilac hair, and coaxing them gingerly to take more of him inside of their mouth. With his other hand, he guided their hand to his balls, to lightly massage them as they experimented with the dick now probing between their lips.

Chip watched intently, turned on but also concerned for Zoo’s attitude towards this. He was average size, and only a bit more than the tip of his cock was in their mouth, but he had no idea if there was an alien equivalent to what Zoo was doing right now. He didn’t want to push them further than they were willing to go.

For their part, though, Zoo performed spectacularly. They understood without instruction that the general goal was to work as much of the shaft into their mouth as they could, and as Chip started gently thrusting, they followed by bobbing along with his movements. They were only about halfway to taking his cock, but they used their other hand in tandem as they continued to feel up his balls with the original. They smiled around the dick in their mouth; although they weren’t sexually aroused by the proceedings, they clearly found it all enjoyable: a mixture of amusing, confusing, and excitingly new.

Chip, meanwhile, was dealing with the layers of arousal that the situation was causing him. Not only was he getting off for the first time in months, but he was doing so with someone he probably shouldn’t be—it added excitement to the endeavour. Then, the reality struck him, and it overshadowed everything else: the truth was, he was receiving head from an alien. He was probably the first human in history to engage in sexual behaviour with extraterrestrial life. And, god, it was good.

Zoo was well-known around the ship already for for being curious and good at adapting to new scenarios; this situation wasn’t anything different. And their mouth; god, their mouth. As they continued, their more-viscous-than-human saliva started seeping out and drooling down their chin; their tongue was textured softer than a cat’s, but the sensation it caused along the bottom of his shaft was palpable and transcendent. Chip pulled out enough to watch Zoo automatically lean forward, tongue out and chasing its prize, pointed tip remaining touched to his skin until their whole mouth met back to his cock and they took it in again.

If Chip had any fears regarding his decision, they were swept to the corners of his mind. He grabbed the shelf of the bunk above him, using it as leverage as he carefully but steadily thrust into the sloppy, amazing alien mouth that so graciously allowed itself to be used; he gasped with every pump back between those purple lips and almost got too carried away. He groaned: “Shit, Zoo, I’m gonna cum.”

Zoo ignored him. They didn’t know what that meant; all they knew was that Chip was enjoying what they were doing. They hummed a monosyllabic response, not meaning anything by it, not stopping.

“I’m serious, Zoo. I’m close, you gotta get off.”

Zoo wasn’t listening, and neither was Chip’s body. It took him a moment to work up the resolve to stop Zoo; by the time he cupped a hand along their jaw and backed them off, the star of arousal inside of him went supernova. His other hand gripped his sheets, and he shot his cum against Zoo’s jaw and down the front of their uniform.

Panting, he regained himself and looked into the eyes of the startled alien, who thumbed some of the substance off of their chin and held it up to inspect.

“Genetic Material?”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Weird how it looks like cake frosting.”

“It’s not.” Chip grinned. “Trust me.”

Zoo looked at him, looked at the thumb, then stuck it into their mouth. Instantly, they spat it out. “Agh! Yuck, no, definitely not.”

Chip chuckled. He looked Zoo over, though, and his brow furrowed. Saliva and “genetic material” coated their chest and the bottom half of their face. “We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Huh? Oh, don’t worry, I have a spare uniform stowed in my bunk. I’ll wipe everything off on the shirt and sneak it down to the cleaning room when the janitor takes her smoke break. Once it’s in the machines, nobody will notice.”

“You’re quite prepared.” He raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t planning this, were you?”

Zoo snorted. “Gadzooks! No, I just sneak desserts from the cafeteria a lot. I’m a bit of a messy eater.”

“Yeah. I see that.”

Chip felt the pressure in his throat of more to say. Zoo was already up and getting cleaned off, however. Chip pulled himself back into his uniform and watched as Zoo got their mess under control and balled the soiled top under their arm to take to the cleaning room.

“Thanks for the help, Chip,” they said, giving a friendly wave as they headed out. Numbly, Chip returned the gesture. He stayed there, frozen, for a good few moments after he was left alone. Already, he knew he couldn’t get over this.

After what he and Zoo has done together, he couldn’t return it to normal. He’d need to find a way to have it happen again.

Answers

The article in the local paper read, “Teacher and Roommate Killed in Freak Car Accident.” I smiled as I read my own obituary. It was more detailed than Lara’s but then again, Lara Stone only really lived on Earth for a year, where I had been here my whole life. The paper reported that we were on our way to visit friends in the local mountains, when we swerved to miss some animal life, and drove off the cliff, killing us both instantly. The funeral was so sad. I felt bad deceiving my students like I had, but it was the only way I could keep anyone from trying to find me, and possibly uncovering the secret of what really happened to me. Besides, those students whose lives I did touch will never forget me.

The only people who know I faked my death were the ones who helped set it up for me. They didn’t know why I wanted this, or where I was going, only that I would never contact them ever again once the job was done. I thought their idea of providing me with a death where no one would be blamed was wonderful. Lara and I spend our last few days on Earth buying my wedding dress. This is not easy when most shops only carry samples and want to “custom design” a dress for you. However, Oliver knew how important this was to me so we extend our stay a bit longer than we probably should have so I could have the perfect wedding dress. I did make good use of our extended stay by taking Oliver to see a James Bond movie. Actually, I took him to see three. A local theater was showing some older movies for a buck in an effort to bring in some adults. Every day, we all saw a different film. One week as a James Bond reflective so we saw “Goldfinger,” “A View to A Kill,” and “Die Another Day.” Oliver decided that he liked Pierce Brosnan best as James Bond because he thought Sean Connery was too violent toward women and Rodger Moore wasn’t very handsome. Lara like Connery’s accent and forcefulness, where I agreed with Oliver.

When my dress was ready, Lara and I picked it up without Oliver, not an easy task as he rarely let me out of his sight. It was hidden in Lara’s quarters along with the dress she has agreed to wear as my maid of honor. I’d told Oliver that one of my customs included him not seeing me in the dress until the day we were to be wed. He wasn’t happy that Lara has seen me in it, but agreed as I will have to take on many more of his world’s customs, so he agreed to work with a few of mine.

As we returned to his world, I sat in our rest quarters thinking of how different things were with this trip. I knew I was never coming back to Earth. I made sure I took my iPod, the items that were still in my floor safe, the picture of Oliver and me, which sat on the shelf in our room, and some Earth clothes so I have something to wear, and possibly have for a reference for clothes when we get to his world. I thought about how in such a short time, I went from depressed, hardworking teacher to happy fiancé and future queen. I was reading when I heard the alert that someone was at the door. Oliver taught me the click pattern for opening the door, but it still took me a couple of tries. The door opened and Lara entered.

She bowed deeply and said, “Greetings your majesty.”

I laughed at her as she entered the room and sat in the chair next to me. “Hello Lara.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just thinking about how different this trip is.”

“How so?”

“Well,” I said. “I know this time I’m never going back to Earth. I’m not worried about a couple of psychotic trackers trying to kill me. But I do have a question that maybe you can answer for me.”

“If I can, you know I will.”

“Remember the day I first met you, in the bathing room?”

“Yes.”

“I gave you a card that Oliver told me to give to the person who would escort me to him. What did it say?” I asked.

She smiled and pulled the card out of a pocket. “You mean this one? It told me that you were the one. My taking the card meant I agreed to be your guardian, and thus, if you accepted my services, you were accepting his gift, and agreeing to be his…”

“Wife.”

“Is that what you call it. Huh, odd word. So are his wife and he is yours.”

I laughed at the mistake I just caused. “Wife is a term for a woman married to a man. Husband is a man married to a woman. I will be Oliver’s wife, and he will be my husband.”

Lara looked at me with a strange look. “Well, you were also agreeing to be his princess.”

I smile at this thought. I remembered Princess Diana was the only real princess I’d ever really known. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out. I remember how she was loved, even after her divorce, and even after her sudden death. Then I remembered that Lara was here, and she only comes for a reason, as is her nature, so I asked, “What brings you here?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Oliver has asked you join him.”

I smile and said, “Lead the way.”

I followed Lara down the hallway to the elevator. I probably could find it on my own, but one wrong turn and I could be lost for hours. Plus, I enjoyed her company düzce escort and since she’s my sworn guardian we’d both in trouble with Oliver if I wander around without her. We arrived on the ship’s bridge, everyone rose, and said “Greeting Alexis Perry.”

“Greetings,” I said in return. I learned that if I don’t, they stand there until I do and Oliver gets annoyed.

Oliver walked up and took my hand. “Thank you Lara, I’ll take it from here.”

He led me into the same room he took me into the last time, only now we have a lavish meal waiting for us. “Oh Oliver, it’s lovely.”

We sat at the table, and the servants dished up our food and poured drinks. The food was delicious and satisfying. Oliver seemed to be enjoying himself more than I’d ever seen him before. He reached out and held my left hand, touching my ring with his thumb, and said, “I am looking forward to our wedding.”

“As am I,” I said.

“And you’re sure I can’t see the dress any sooner?”

“It’s bad luck, and we’ve had enough bad luck for a lifetime. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Are there any other customs I should know about?” he asked.

“Nothing that I can’t live without,” I said. “We bought the rings before we left, and you’re willing to wear the ring we bought. I have my dress and accessories. Now I’m looking forward to learning your customs.”

He smiled. “Oh you will my princess.”

I blush and was reminded of something I’ve needed to talk to him about. “Oliver, is it possible to talk in private?” I asked.

Oliver looked at me confused, then seemed to realize what I wanted to talk about so he politely dismissed the servants, telling them we wish to plan our wedding night. I heard giggling as they left. Once we were alone he said, “We are alone, and I assure you that this time, we won’t have any video interruptions.”

I smiled and said, “Good, because you promised to tell me about what happened to your father.”

Oliver’s smile faded quickly, and his expression became quite serious. “I was hoping to avoid this conservation. But as you are going to be my wife, my princess, and one day, our queen, you need to know the facts.”

I leaned back in my chair with my drink and took a sip. It tasted sweet and very pleasant. “I’m all ears.”

“First, you need to understand how my society works. We are what you would call a matrilineal society.”

“So, your mom has all the power?” I asked.

“Yes, and no,” Oliver said. “She can be queen without my father, but he could not be king without her. The same is with me. I must be with my life-mate before I can become king. Which is why I came looking for… well… you. My father, however, never liked how he was only in power because of my mother. Like you will soon be, he was royalty by marriage, not by birth. He wanted to force me to marry a woman I did not love, so he could control everything. As I stated before, we mate for life. We engage in sexual relations with others while we are seeking out that ONE, but once we make that choice, we make it for life.

“When you revealed to my mother that my father was responsible for my injuries, she was furious. I am her only child. She suffered complications with my birth that prevented her from having any more children. I think this was why she encouraged me the way she did and always supported my dreams. I had met most of the eligible females of my world, and several others, but I couldn’t find the one I couldn’t live without. Our people had a discussion in leaning about your planet, which my father was against as he saw your people as monsters. My mother saw the opportunity for learning and encouraged me to go. When I first saw you, I was so taken by your beauty, both inside and out, and I knew I had to meet you. You know what occurred next.”

I nodded and he continued. “What I didn’t tell you was I returned home for two reasons. The first was to hopefully get the trackers off my tail and keep you safe, and the second was to tell my mother I had found my life-mate. I showed her the picture of us and told my mother about you and how I wanted to make you my life-mate. That’s why when you asked about if anyone had seen the picture of us, I said ‘no one on this ship.’ My mother wasn’t on the ship. My father, on the other hand, had other plans. I had left Lara’s father and brother behind to watch you and report to me. If during my absence, you had found another mate, I would seek another mate. Happily, you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t get you off my mind,” I said. “Even though I did have a date here and there, they weren’t what I was looking for. They weren’t you.”

“Yes,” said Oliver. “I had the same problem with you. In over three Earth years, I hadn’t forgotten about you either. But I must confess, I did engage in sexual relations with others during that time. Yet, I no longer enjoyed it like I had before, and I kept seeing your face on theirs. Their bodies would not react like yours did, I even called a couple ‘Alexis’ by mistake. Finally, I just stopped trying edirne escort to be with them, and I had to admit to myself, you were the one.”

Knowing he had been with others after me wasn’t exactly news I wanted to hear, but I was glad he was honest with me. “How long after… um… us did you stop?”

“Um, maybe six Earth months at most after I left. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t bring me the joy you did in that one night. So when word came that Lara’s father was dead. I knew something was terribly wrong and I had to return to Earth. My mother made sure I had Lara with me this time, and it was while we were in route that I learned about the trackers. I mean, I knew they were still looking for you, but still didn’t know just how much danger you were in until I arrived and we learned about Lara’s brother. Ironically, it was Valente who sent you the e-mails and the text message you got. Remember when I gave your phone to Gamaley?”

It took me a moment to remember this, it was our first meal on the ship. “Red creature I screamed at when I first met him?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yeah… him I remember.”

“Well, he said the message traced back to Valente. When I confronted her, she said she had learned how to work those items during our first visit. Now, I knew about the e-mails, but not the text. She swore she did it to protect you, knowing your local police could cause more life loss, and thus she thought she was doing the right thing. I believed her then, but I now know she was just pretending to be a loyal subject.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” I asked.

“To be fully honest,” he said as he blushed, “I was so distracted with Fleck’s threat to hurt you that I forgot. You two seemed to be getting along so well, and you had so few friends on the ship that it didn’t occur to me she was being nice to you just so she could be close and use that against us.”

“Did everyone on the ship know about my encounter with Fleck and Wyman?”

Oliver’s face took on a confused expression, as he said, “No. The only ones who knew were the medical staff, Lara, and me of course. My crew knew you were on board and that they might see you at some point, but I strived to keep you condition a secret as much as possible. I knew there were a few rumors about you being ill, but not near death. In fact, when you said ‘women gossip’ about how you knew what you knew, I thought it was Lara who told you. In fact, I didn’t reveal who the main two trackers were until after the video message that we got when we were here the last time. Why are you asking me this?”

I sighed and said, “When I met Valente in the bathing area the first time, we were alone for a while before Lara and Sharma had joined us. She seemed to know about everything, the restaurant, the two psychotic trackers, the two killed guardians, my attack; she said the crew had been tracking my progress. But by ‘crew’ I think she meant her and them.”

Oliver hung his head, and then said, “I am shamed for trusting her. I never thought she was a traitor. Now I know why my father insisted on her being on my crew when I first left. I thought it because she was one of the best in her field, but now I see that it was to be a spy for my father and his trackers.”

“That explains the look your mother gave your father when Lara and I told them. Has she admitted her involvement?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “and that’s what bothers me the most.”

“Why?” I asked.

He sighed and said looking at me, “Fleck and Wyman enjoyed teasing me about their ‘secret knowledge’ and how they knew so much. That video he sent was so horrific that I nearly went mad.”

Now I was confused. “What are you not telling me?”

He sighed, and said, “It was more than just your speaking portion.”

I was surprised. Now I wanted to know what was on that video. I couldn’t believe I was about to ask this, so close to our pending wedding, but I had to know. “Oliver, I want to see the video.”

“NO!” he snapped. “No, no, no. You are still crying in your sleep now. I am not going to be responsible for putting those images into your beautiful mind.”

“Oliver,” I said touching his arm, “I know it will be hard to watch, but I need to. I can’t explain why, not now anyway, but, I think if I watch it, I’ll finally understand why Valente did what she did. And if not, then I’d like a chance to confront her.”

“But she’s imprisoned on my planet.”

“Aren’t we going there?”

Oliver started to answer, then stopped and smiled, “This is why I love you so Alexis, you’re beautiful, brave, and oh so smart.”

“So, can I watch the video, please?”

The pain that flashed across his face was intense. “I cannot be with you if you do. I cannot watch it again. I watched it enough when you had been taken.”

“Lara told your parents you ordered them to leave Fleck to you. Your mother was so mad, not that I blame her. I was upset with you on that as well. But I understood why you did it.”

“Yeah,” elazığ escort smiled Oliver. “My mother yelled at me for some time about that. But she also told me that I must be truly in love to want to kill him with my bare hands. She also said she could see from your face how much you loved me. The pain in your face when you accepted your fate spoke volumes. She wanted so badly to let you see me before you left, but she didn’t because she feared my father would imprison you, or kill you, and she knew sending you home was the only way to keep you alive.”

“That’s why she wouldn’t let me say goodbye to you.”

“Yes.”

“She’s such an incredible woman.”

“Which is why I wasn’t going to settle for anything less,” he said and kissed me softly.

I felt that familiar burning within my body, and had to shake it off quickly. Except for the night he put the ring on my finger, we hadn’t made love since before Valente betrayed me. It turned out that once a couple has agreed to be ‘life-mates,’ they were not to engage in any sexual relations until after the ceremony. However, we broke the rules that night, and have fought to behave since. That night was so magical, and so passionate. I remembered how we were standing in my living room, when he scooped me up into his arms, and carried me into my bedroom, closing the door with his foot. I heard Lara giggle as the door closed but I just didn’t care. I was in his arms and he’d just asked me to be his wife, his life-mate.

He laid me on my bed and kissed me. His hands begin to caress my face, and my arms. “Oh Alexis,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to show you how much I love you.”

“What do you mean you shouldn’t be doing this?” I asked.

He sighed and said, “Once a life-mate is chosen, we are not to engage in sexual relations until after we’ve committed to each other in a formal ceremony as proof of our love for each other.”

I smiled and said, “I won’t tell if you won’t. We can share this one night together. I’m sure Lara can keep this a secret.”

“Oh Alexis,” he said kissing me. “You are an incredible woman.”

I pulled up on his shirt and quickly unbuttoned it. I threw it to the floor and ran my hands up and down his back. I felt the scar from Wyman’s attack. I felt him pull my t-shirt up and over my head. It flew across the room and disappeared. His hands caressed my skin and he began to kiss down my neck. I moaned softly.

Oliver asked, “Are you worried that Lara might hear us?”

“I don’t care,” I said, “and I’m sure she can keep a secret.”

He smiled wickedly. “I may put that to the test.”

He began tickling my sides and I began to laugh. “Stop it!” I squealed.

He looked into my eyes and asked, “Stop what?”

“The tickling,” I said. “It’s neither romantic nor sexy.”

“Oh,” he said. “Is this?” He softly kissed my shoulder.

“A little,” I said.

“How about this?” he asked and kissed my neck.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“And what about this?” he asked and kissed my mouth. Our tongues dance in an erotic mixture of passion and heat.

“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly.

His hands slid under my back and unhooked my bra. He slid the straps down my arms and soon I felt my breast spring free and I heard the bra hit the wall. Oliver’s hands began to caress my breasts, as he kissed down my chest. Soon, he was suckling my left nipple while his fingers massaged my right one. I felt my groin warm and my sex become wet. I moaned softly and my fingers ran through his hair. He switched nipples and my hips flexed into his chest. He looked up at me and said, “I want to do try something with you I’ve never done before with any other female. Something I think you’ll enjoy.”

“Okay,” I said a bit confused.

He smiled really big and kissed my mouth. I felt him unbutton and unzip my pants. He sat up and slid them off my legs, tossing my shoes aside, removing my socks, so I was just lying there in my panties. His hands slowly slid up my legs and the sensation was driving me crazy. He smiled, as he seemed to understand how this torture was affecting me. Slowly he slid my panties off, dropping them to the floor. I start to sit up to take off his pants, but he gently pushed me back down and shook his head. He began kissing up my legs, switching from my left to the right, gently kissing my skin, working his way up to my sex. ‘OH! He’s never done this before? Really?’ I thought.

His lips touched the outer skin of my sex, and I gasped. His tongue licked the outer edge at first, then slowly it began to penetrate. He licked up to my clitoris and down to the base of my sex. Soon I felt his fingers touch my outer lips and entered my sex. The sensation was almost overwhelming as I gasped and moaned. I could tell my climax wouldn’t wait much longer. I felt my body tighten as he put his weight on my legs and against my hips. He must know how close I was as he worked harder kissing and touching. My breathing became erratic and soon, I felt my body reach that point of no return. I tried to fight it but soon, the sensation took over and my body shook and convulsed as my climax took over. I screamed in ecstasy and he didn’t stop, making me climax a second and maybe a third time this way. I clawed at my bed sheets as my climaxes passed and I felt him climb up my body. It was only as he was hovering above me that I realized he was naked.

“Prepare for warp transition.”

The sultry, sexy female voice of the ship’s computer sang softly, almost like a Siren calling out to the crew.

Richard Jensen strapped himself in firmly to the well cushioned seat. He hated these transitions. Warp travel got you places, but putting your body through these episodes almost countered the desire to ever want see the galaxy in this way.

“Warp transition in ten seconds. Prepare for normal space time. Nine, eight.” the voice of Sylvia, as the computer was affectionately known dispassionately counted down the inevitable.

Richard closed his eyes and started to exhale completely. He had been taught this was the best method of countering the mind numbing effects of warp transition. There was no drug to ease it. He was the ship’s Chief Medical Doctor and Science Officer. He knew there was nothing. It wasn’t a physical condition, or even a mental one. They had said it was the readjustment of the body to the shift in the quantum space time continuum. It only lasted as long as the transition. That split second always seemed to last a lifetime.

“Three, two, one…”

He gripped the armrests and tensed his whole body against the expected onslaught. Nature did not disappoint. He felt as is his whole being were being flung out to the stars. Kaleidoscopic colours swam in his head and the universe reeled in every direction at once.

Suddenly it was over. No sense of nausea. A bit of giddiness, but everything was normal as it had been a moment ago. Maybe he was getting used to it.

Sylvia announced their arrival with the usual dispassion, “Normal space time achieved. Systems nominal. Impulse power at one hundred and ten percent. Post transition sequence initiated.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. Another jump over. Travelling at nearly thirty percent of the speed of light on impulse seemed like a stroll in the park compared to the jump. He remembered his first year at university and the lessons in basic warp theory. Nothing could exceed the speed of light. Those theories had held for hundreds of years, however nothing said space couldn’t be bent, folded like a piece of paper so one could punch through from one layer to the other in a short cut that would take hours or days at the most when normal light would take years the long way around.

So man had left the confines of his home planet and gone to the stars, but as civilisations had always grown, so had they fallen and the time between the first stellar explorers to now was no exception.

“Doctor Jensen,” a deep commanding male voice sounded in his ears. “To the bridge please.”

Richard responded immediately, “On my way Captain.”

Quickly looking around the medical bay to check everything was in place, he unstrapped himself and proceeded to the inter-deck lift.

“Bridge please Sylvia,” he asked, for some reason always saying please. He knew she, it, was a computer, but somehow it didn’t seem right to just rudely demand.

Sylvia’s voice purred back at him, “Yes Doctor Jensen.”

The lift door closed and swiftly took him up to the command center.

“Ah! Doctor!” the smiling face of Captain Eric Wainwright greeted him as he looked up from his command desk on the bridge. “How was the transition? Getting used to it now?”

Eric Wainwright was the commander of the research spaceship Bountiful. It was a small scientific research vessel on a three year mission to explore parts of the galaxy that by accounts of the old records may have housed earlier explorers. Since many of the records were missing or destroyed to some extent, the mission was one of hit and miss in many cases.

The ship held a crew of about fourty comprising various scientists of various disciplines: astrobiology, planetary, stellar, geology and so on. The non scientists made up the various functions of the ship from officers to crew. Some of the scientists joined the expedition as couples, Richard being no exception. His own young wife, Jane, was a warp engine specialist. She was assigned the task of managing the warp engines and tuning them with complex mathematical models through the quantum computer. She was brilliant in her field and disarmingly attractive too.

“A little I think Captain,” Richard replied trying to shake the memories of the event from his head. He knew that the seasoned jumpers could go through the transitions standing up, barely feeling the effects. He felt it would be a long time before he was at that stage.

“Come over here,” the Captain motioned to him. “Interesting system we have here. Came up with some signals at the last moment before the scheduled jump so I changed course and decided to investigate before we resume our regular track. Sorry I didn’t consult you about it, but you were occupied in the medical bay and we had a very short window to move on. Jane barely managed to complete the calculations for the new course in time.”

He pointed to a map, “G class star, nothing unusual really and would have been missed apart from the very faint signal. It’s gone now, but bursa escort we picked it up about one hundred light years out so it was most likely on it’s last legs a century ago. Midshipman, give us a system overview.”

We looked up at the forward screen as the midshipman punched some buttons on his console and bought a schematic of the stellar system we had just entered into view.

“See, there,” Eric pointed, “Just past the sixth planet, the gas giant. See that planet there, the seventh one?”

“Yes,” Richard answered peering closely at the display.

“Easy to miss because it’s masked by the gas giant, but that’s the only habitable planet in the system. Earth sized, maybe point nine of a gee, breathable atmosphere, water vapour, moderate temperature, stable orbit.” He looked at Richard. “What do you think.”

Richard pondered for a moment. “Satisfies all the criteria. You think there’s life down there?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out Richard. Might have something more than rocks to look at yet!!” he laughed. They had already spent eighteen months on the mission and drawn a blank on every destination.

“Pilot!” the Captain barked. “Take us into orbit around the seventh planet.”

“Aye captain,” the young midshipman answered.

They watched the view of the planet on the screen getting bigger by the minute. The ship’s computer had by now reduced their speed to a fraction of that of light so they could manoeuvre safely.

Sylvia’s voice broke in on the spectators, “Captain, there is a ring of rocky debris circling the planet. I recommend a close orbit inside of it.”

“Make it so Sylvia,” the Captain answered.

Sylvia continued, “Commencing orbital insertion. Prepare for thrust braking.”

The ship turned on it’s length as it approached the planet and then fired it’s heavy thrusters till it had slowed to the correct speed.

“Equatorial orbit established at three hundred kilometers. All systems nominal.”

“We’ll hold a briefing in two hours with all the scientific staff. Meantime we’ll let Sylvia do a preliminary survey and report the results to us then,” the Captain informed the bridge crew. “Sylvia, inform all relevant personnel.”

“Aye Captain,” the disembodied voice replied.

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Two days later the scientists were grouped around their table for another update.

“Well ladies and gentleman,” Richard said addressing the assembled group, “I think we can precis the results to date. We have established the planet below, as yet unnamed as a potential harbour for human life. It is within the correct range for temperature, atmospheric constituents, free flowing water and potentially habitable land masses. Radiation is low and the gravity at zero point nine three of a gee.

He paused a moment before continuing. “We have established the presence of plant life, quite abundant even reaching to the poles, which are unfrozen. Early this morning a stratospheric probe discovered what appears to be animal life.”

There was hushed, but excited talk amongst some of the scientists. “As of yet we have not identified the extent of these lifeforms, but they appear to range in size from large, even massive quadrupeds or hexiped creatures to possibly much smaller animals. We don’t yet have the optical resolution to determine that until we fly lower and get the advanced scope operational. There is no reason not to expect the lifeforms to cover the habitable surface and by extension, the seas of the planet.

“Unfortunately, we have not yet discovered human life, but we have a lead that I discovered this morning in the archive that may help us to determine if it exists, or did exist on the planet below.”

Now there was an excited hum from the scientists and Richard had to speak louder.

“As you already know, we received an extremely faint signal about one hundred light years from this system, which now no longer transmits, assuming it wasn’t an echo off an intervening nebula which is a possibility. From my investigations however, and trying to tie leads together, it appears that this system was considered for colonisation about nine hundred years ago.”

The hum turned to visible surprise and excitement with some of them voicing it loudly.

Richard patted his hand in the air to hush them up. “Yes, about the time of the first wave and with two breakdowns in civilisation since then there isn’t much of the record available. However, a preliminary survey was done and then there isn’t any further mention. So, it is possible that it was colonised. Whether it survived the last nine centuries, we’ll that’s now for us to discover. Based on this new information I will be sending a probe on an ordered flight pattern. I have Sylvia computing the most likely areas for habitation and the optimum search pattern. It may take days or weeks. In the meantime we will continue our analysis of the data gathered. I’m sure you will all be very busy.”

The çanakkale escort group suddenly broke out into questions from all at once and he was hard pressed to answer what he could before terminating the meeting so they could get back to work.

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“Jane!” Richard called out as he entered their cabin, the door silently opening to let him through before closing automatically behind him.

“Yes darling!” She came out of the en-suite barefoot and wearing a small nightie. Richard whistled at her.

“God, are you a sight for sore eyes! All I’ve seen all day are figures, figures and figures!”

She smiled sexily and posed her lithe body at him, the curves barely hidden by the sheer material. “How about thirty six, twenty three, thirty four?” as she ran her hands down her sides and pouted at him.

He growled in his throat, “They’re the only figures that count! Come here baby!”

She slinked forward into his arms and rested her head on his chest as they hugged.

“You heard the news?” he asked.

“It’s all over the ship! There are people down there?”

“Yes baby, we found the colony.”

“Do you know more yet?” she probed, trying to get some advance information.

“Very little. It’s low tech. Population unknown. We’ll focus the advanced scope on it and study the site in more detail tomorrow. For now, all I want to do is make love to the girl that spins my head.”

She laughed, “I know you hate warp jumps honey. Maybe I’ll discover a formula that makes the transitions easier, but for now I can spin your head some other way perhaps.”

Saying this she slid to her knees and unzipped his pants. Putting her hand into the opening she expertly fished his limp member out and popped the head into her hungry mouth.

“Ahhhhh! Fuck that’s nice baby. You suck cock so well. Who would ever think you tinker with warp engines?”

She pushed more of his growing cock into her mouth and looked up at him with innocent brown eyes only able to answer him with her throat gripping his bloating glans.

Richard hummed as she fellated him with finesse. She knew she could make him spurt his load into her sucking mouth easily, but her pussy ached to have his manhood thrusting into her soft tight tunnel. Their work schedules over the last few days had kept them apart and now they both felt the need for each other’s body.

Jane withdrew her face from his groin, letting the saliva drip from his raging erection. She stood up and went to the bed, kneeling on the edge and putting her shoulders to the mattress. Her tight backside pointed right at him. Reaching back with one hand she pulled the panties covering her mound aside.

“Fuck me baby, take me now and fuck me hard!” she purred sexily.

Richard needed no further encouragement and stepping out of his pants walked over to the bed and the hot, wet pussy that presented itself to him at groin height. Without hesitation he placed his bulbous knob against the soft entrance to her sex and pushed in. The hot tightness enveloped his glans immediately causing him to groan. Jane joined him and wiggled her hips trying to draw the thick rod further in.

He grabbed her hips and pushed his long fat shaft into the sucking wetness of her sex, the hot folds of her inner flesh giving way reluctantly to the invading organ. He revelled in the feeling of being buried completely inside his young wife’s pussy and soon began to thrust in and out. Long, slow movements that started to build in pace as Jane reached a hand under her belly and rubbed her clit as the thick cock started to hammer into her yielding cunt.

“Oh! Fuck baby! I’m going to cum!” Richard grunted, feeling the spasm in his loins that preceded a climax.

“Yes! Fuck me!” she panted in ecstatic reply. “Fill my tight little pussy with cum! Fill it baby!”

He grunted again, feeling the walls of her sweet pussy gripping his shaft as he swelled within her confines.

“Oh GOD!” he cried and shuddered as a huge jet of hot semen spurted from his cock and into his wife. Five more spasms shook him as he exploded deep into her pussy. As he did, Jane’s hand finally triggered her own orgasm and simultaneously they climaxed together.

Richard’s knees gave out and he slumped forward, resting them on the bed between her parted legs. She looked so erotic like this; bent over with his cock filling her swollen pussy. When he pulled it from her he would watch the semen run from her gaping hole into her hand with which she would catch the sticky fluid before transferring it to her mouth and lick clean. He knew why he loved his little warp slut so much.

A little later that night, when they had recovered somewhat, they made love; slow, gentle love now that the frantic urge had been satisfied. He ate her out and then came in her again twice more in pleasure filled hours that bought them both more climaxes.

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“Jeremy,” rize escort Richard called to the astrobiologist next to him, “have a look at this. I’ve enhanced the image somewhat.”

Richard was using the advanced optical scope to magnify the human habitation below them. It was difficult work as cloud cover would intervene and their orbit only gave them a limited viewing time on each pass.

“Umm, yes,” he murmured. “Yes, it’s the village. Buildings, people, domesticated animals. Looks normal. What am I looking for?”

“What don’t you see Jeremy?” he asked quizzically.

“What do you mean ‘What I don’t see’?”

“Look at the people. What do you see and then what don’t you see?”

Jeremy scrutinised the screen, zooming in to maximum magnification and trying to discern the difference Richard was cryptically pointing out. The optics allowed incredible detail even from this height. Individual facial features could almost be made out.

“Well, I see a girl sitting, another, no make that two walking nearby. Another few girls about ten meters away. Some women at a table, making something perhaps. Some other women at another table. There’s a few carts with people, no that’s women driving them. There’s a….” his voice died away.

Richard quickly punched a few buttons. “We don’t have long before it goes on this orbit, but have a look at this area about three kilometers away.”

Jeremy’s eyes locked onto the scene, eyes flitting from one person to another.

His voice was hushed as the image faded and the craft slid over the horizon, “There are no men!”

“Exactly!” Richard exclaimed.

Jeremy’s brain suddenly went into a whir, “We have to validate this. Lock down the co-ordinates of every habitation location, get Sylvia to identify, record and track every humanoid on every pass till we can get enough data to collate and analyse.”

They spent the next three days in shifts gathering the data then poured over the results, compiling them into an obvious and stark result. An emergency meeting was held, much to the annoyance of those scientists who had just gone to bed until they heard what Richard had to say.

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“Gentlemen! Ladies! Please, some quiet!” Richard’s raised voice and hands pleaded to the gathered crowd. It had an effect and quickly decorum was established.

“I’m sorry for calling this unscheduled meeting and disturbing your work or sleep or other activity, but we have made a significant discovery that I feel needs to be shared immediately.”

He went on to outline their investigation, the data they had gathered and their analysis.

“In short, we do not find any evidence of males in the population under study.”

Stunned silence greeted him so he added the final finding, “In addition we find a very low incidence of children. So low in fact that if this selection is representative of the whole community, it may not be able to sustain itself into to near future.”

“Preposterous!” one voice shouted. “how can there be no men? The colony wouldn’t have survived fifty years without any males to breed with. They should have all been dead centuries ago!”

Another voice piped up, “Perhaps the men are kept elsewhere, or this area is a females only enclave.”

There was laughter, “Haha, yes, tied up in the houses and treated as sex slaves!”

“Or maybe they have a sperm bank established from their initial landing and are maintaining their population from that.” came another suggestion.

Another voice countered, “You’ve seen the data, it’s a level zero technology. There is no evidence of any major manufacturing, power generation or large scale infrastructure. How would they keep it maintained? I doubt the sperm would survive centuries in any case.”

The discussion and arguments continued for an hour until finally Richard bought it to a halt.

“Well, one thing is for sure, we won’t solve the problem debating the issue up here. We will need to establish contact, which is a whole other issue before we can get to the bottom of this.”

The room quickly dissolved into further debate over what Richard had just said and he left the meeting to wrap up his findings before finally getting some rest.

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Richard lay naked on his back his erect cock laying up along his belly. Jane straddled his groin, her wet pussy mashed down on the thick pole, labia hugging it’s length as she worked her hips slowly to and fro.

“Mmmmmmm,” she hummed, tilting her hips so her clit made contact with his shaft. Moisture seeped from her hole, coating his dick and lubricating her sensuous movements as her vulva massaged the turgid flesh.

“So,” she said, grabbing her breasts and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers, “a planet full of women only! Sounds like a man’s paradise!”

Richard replied jokingly, “Yeah, maybe they screw his brains out and then eat him afterwards!”

She looked at him, still rubbing her pussy on his cock, “Tempted to go down and find out then?” A sly grin crossed her lips.

“Oh baby! You know you’re the only one for me! And anyway it’s probably not wise to send any males along on the first contact. We don’t know what the reception might be if we add an unknown variable into the mix.”

Ch.10: Festival At Bricas (Part 2: Aldareg, the Sorceror)

Eventually the people of Bricas began to leave. The drug had worn off and served its purpose. Some who were still keen stayed, determined to spend the whole night until sunrise, but they needed more of the drug to keep themselves going.

As Aribor made his way down the hill to the city below a dark cloaked man joined his path from above, following him. A message of presence made him aware that this was a fellow sorcerer. “Wait. Wait for me Aribor!”

Aribor turned to see who followed him. The sorcerer pulled his hood back as he approached to reveal a thick Grumandrian mane of long matted dark hair. He felt impatience. The business of his work for the King was not what he wanted now, after the scenes he had witnessed and participated in. The calm he was feeling would be rudely interrupted by a fellow sorcerer.

“Aldareg!” he called, as he recognised the sorcerer.

“Hail Aribor. I see you have been to the Temple tonight. What a sight. I have never seen the like!”

“Were you there? Surely not in that cloak?” quipped Aribor.

“A cloak of disguise. I used invisibility!” said Aldareg.

“Ah, of course!” said Aribor. He knew the cloak of invisibility well. He had used it himself sometimes. He shuddered at the suspicion that Aldareg might have observed his participation.

“I have been inside the Palace,” said Aldareg. “Did you see them? They drink a drug of some kind, which drove them to sexual madness. They rape each other, not caring who they take. I tell you they took whoever they were near, without thought or desire!” Aldareg gave the impression he thought little of such men and women, and yet Aribor remembered that he knew well this very sorcerer had raped plenty of female prisoners in the years they had come through, for magical power, and doubtless for his own pleasure.

“And surely Aldareg you must have wished you were amongst them and able to participate?” suggested Aribor.

“Perhaps that would have been a pleasure, but I was invisible and we have a task to perform,” said Aldareg. “I think you were amongst these enemies, and I think you did enjoy them?” he accused, “but do not worry. I cannot complain of your behaviour. You carried out your investigation of their festival more closely than any of us. You would be in a good position to carry out the work we have been asked to do here!

“What do you think of their Festival? Would it be possible to cast spells of jealousy and fear amongst them, to make them kill each other perhaps. Would the drink exclude them from our influence or would it make our task easier?”

Aldareg was full of questions and ideas. Aribor wished he had not met him here. “I don’t know. I have not thought about all these matters yet,” Aribor mumbled, trying to avoid Aldareg’s awkward questions.

“Did the drink turn these people and yourself into mindless animals?” the unstoppable Aldareg went on. “Would the drink impede our influence or would it serve such magic? Would we be better served by killing them in their drugged drunkenness or by destroying the Palace while they are within? What are your thoughts?”

Aribor’s mind recoiled! To kill these innocents, these generous people, with whom he had assuaged his lusts? To set them against each other or destroy them horrified him now. Why should he want that? Remzain would never approve. Only King Guthelm and vile sorcerors such as Valdark and Aldareg could want such destruction upon these pleasant, easy people. As with Remzain before Aribor now sought to find some way to deflect the sorcerer from wanting such an outcome, just as he had hoped to save Remzain’s father for her sake, or to protect her family from harm. These people were all he now had of Remzain. He could not want the evil destruction his King ordered!

Aribor was wary. How should he respond to Aldareg’s questions. To tell the truth of his opinion would be very dangerous for him. If he revealed the fulfilment he felt at the Festival, and his new respect for the people he had so recently despised, he would be considered a traitor to his own people and to his King. His fellow sorcerors accepted each other’s perverse inclinations and cruelties, but would not trust one of their number if he were to turn traitor to their King and people. The black sorcerors might entertain a world weary attitude at times towards their King, but they all feared him and they feared each other. They would all do his bidding, and never questioned the direction of his leadership. He had brought them to these shores for the greatness of his expanding realm, to prove that Shalirion was no competitor and its people were good enough only to be his servants. The soldiers and sorcerors of Grumandria would take back home the riches and artefacts of Shalirion and many women and slaves. They would leave a land broken and despoiled, except those which Guthelm’s allies chose to keep or colonise for themselves.

Aribor had to show muğla escort his willingness and desire to kill and destroy these enemies of Grumandor. Until he had joined the Festival of Bricas that evening he had not been aware that he could no longer serve his King against the Shalirionites, who thought they were so civilised. He might have been half hearted, still softened and upset by his loss of the beauty Remzain until tonight. His enthusiasm for the conquest had gone but he would have continued to do his duty.

Tonight he had joined the Shalirionites in their festival. He found he had merged more than just his body with the flesh of Guthelm’s enemies. He had joined at least a part of his soul with theirs. Perhaps he had received some understanding of their Goddess, or perhaps just the feeling of common sexual humanity. He found he not only wanted to protect Remzain and her family from his own people, but now he wanted to protect her people from his own. The thought that he might do the bidding of his King, in killing Shalirionites might have been possible yesterday, but no longer after tonight. He could not allow his fellow sorcerors to kill without some attempt to deflect them from such a course.

“Perhaps it is unwise to attack these people so soon when our armies are so far behind in the north and east. We gain no immediate conquest by it. Do you not think our King is too eager?” Aribor asked.

Aldareg laughed dismissively, “This has been said before! It is part of our King’s plan – to put fear into their hearts so they will surrender more easily to us.”

“Don’t you think it might cause them to prepare more effectively. We will lose the elements of surprise, to no tactical advantage,” said Aribor.

“Well I suppose most of us might agree with you on that thought, but our terror can break wills. We have used it to good effect before,” explained Aldareg.

“I did not think Aribor that you would be one to quibble about our orders,” Aldareg went on. “For many years you have not cared too much what your orders were. I thought you would follow orders without question as long as you could have your pleasures on the side. I thought you might be pleased to create terror. Some of us enjoy the freedom to create terror which our King has given us.”

“What of you Aldareg? What drives you in your work?” Aribor asked.

“Like yourself I do my King’s work without question,” answered Aldareg. “Being a sorcerer gives us strange tastes. I enjoy much of the work I do. My work spreads the power of our King, and our people. I am proud of my work. I am pleased when I do a job well. Our King has told us to attack Bricas. The people here are fat and indolent. They have easy lives. They have heard what happened to Cromilil, but they are not expecting to be attacked here – not for a long time. Let us strike at the heart of Shalirion! Shalirion will crumble in chaos if we do Guthelm’s bidding. Valdark instructed us , but he gave us freedom to use our arts as we would wish. I suggest you worry no more about the tactics and concentrate upon our arts. Let us return to practicalities.

“I asked you whether you thought we should collapse the building, trapping the festival goers inside or crushing them?”

“I cannot give you an answer at this moment Aldareg, Aribor said evasively, not wanting to appear uncommitted, while inside his mind whirled with the horror of the deaths which might be brought upon these generous people. “I will think upon these matters. I do hope you and the others will not be rash,” he added. “We must not act until we are ready!” His real reason for saying these things was to put off any actions for as long as possible. He hoped Aldareg would not see through his evasion.

“I understand Aribor. You have been inside those columns and experienced first hand how the soft people make their festivals. You are best placed to think on the horrors which may be inflicted to bring fears into the hearts of these people.”

In his mind’s eye the sorcerer could see the temple roof crashing down upon the festival participants, crushing them at the height of their sexual congress. Would many of them even notice, intoxicated by their liquid drug, in the midst of their drawn out ecstacies. Of course terror would quickly spread, to be soon extinguished by death for most of the victims. Aribor found he could not stomach the images. If he had felt enthusiasm for this crime he might have thought up far more grotesque methods of bringing terror to the adherents of the Goddess. Dark magics could be harvested by the terrors induced in taking captives and forcing them to perform for their dear lives. The end would be the same but far less clean. He hoped that none of the sorcerors would seek to go to such efforts here, where simpler acts of punishment would suffice.

Ch.10: Festival At Bricas (Part 3: The End Of Harmony)

Aribor cast off his white robe and entered the Hall of ordu escort the Palace of the Goddess for the second time, naked like the rest. He joined a queue for the sacred drink. The feeling amongst the people around him was frivolous. The women were already eyeing up the men, and the men responded with compliments to the women. He was shocked once again at how brazen these women were, confident in a way that the women of his homeland never were. Here the women were often the masters, whereas in his own homeland it was the men who held sway over their families, over the women, over their daughters, who depended upon them. Even those who were prostitutes were exploited and mistreated. Here where all women were like prostitutes, they held power and influence. He thought of Remzain, the one who even now dominated his thoughts.

Eagerly he accepted the chalice from a fleshy woman of his own age who stood near him in the queue. He looked forward to mounting her and others, shapely younger ones and squealing mothers, whose liberated moans spoke of their delight in the sharing. Eagerly they listened to the Priestesses and embraced each other in total abandonment of normal politeness. He was quite sure that he would have performed as well without the liquid, so excited was he.

The woman beneath him was young and willowy, but her fingers clutched too tightly, the nails biting into his fleshy torso.

“Don’t scratch,” he demanded moderately, but she gripped harder and wailed at him, weeping. Where did this unpleasantness come from? What had he done to upset this lovely creature? The beautiful elf of a woman seemed to be more goblin woman now, her face sweated and worried. There was hatred and nastiness in her face now.

He had dreamed a dream of friendship, love and communal intimacy, the first time in his ugly life, when he had been able to cast aside the puppet strings of his masters and the slavery of his upbringing. The spring of redemption had begun to heal him, and now, suddenly, in the midst of ecstasy and the peace of friendship with strangers came the dissonance of hatred and pain, unlooked for, unbidden, unexpected. Was he that much of an ogre? Did she find him repulsive in the half light?

“You’re weighing me down! Suspend your attack,” she shrieked, still verbal. How could she think he was attacking her? He had done nothing unpleasant.

Aribor hesitated. What else could he do? He felt anger flare in him. The woman seemed less than ideal now, and yet just a short while before he had found the cast of her torso and the curvature of her youthful limbs most perfect.

Obstinately he tried to stay upon her. Who was she, who had been so inviting just a short while before, to order him from her? Perversely, while her beauty seemed to decay before him, he wanted to possess her all the more, to prove to her his worth, to spurt his fiery semen inside her. He was not old, not too old for this young woman, who now appeared so graceless. He tried to concentrate upon achieving his pleasure, but she fought him all the more taking the pleasure from the act. Her nails dug into him and scratched blood from his skin. He raised his hand to slap her, but decided instead to give her her freedom. He rolled off her, seeing the mistrust and dislike in her eyes. He let her go and she fled, searching for someone more suitable most likely.

Nearby a man left the woman who had sucked him. “That’s enough! Go and suck someone else.” He virtually pushed the woman away, leaving the woman looking distraught and upset at the rejection. Aribor wondered why the man should have felt that way. Aribor might well have volunteered his prick to be sucked by her. But there was a woman of exquisite beauty not so far away. She was blonde haired and pretty, sunbathed skin and a smooth beautiful face. She was young and perfect. Aribor could see her attraction for the men nearby. Two men already sandwiched her between them. Her cries, turning to warnings of discomfort, seemed only to attract further interest from men, who gathered around her now, like dogs. Aggressively the man beneath her held her as he spent himself inside her. The man above her fucked hard into her arse, banging her wildly as other watchers gathered, hoping to follow. She cried to him to stop; he was hurting her, but the man’s cock was exceedingly hard and very big. Another man offered his cock to the beauty’s mouth. When she did not take it eagerly he grew angrier and pushed it to her mouth. As she refused to take it, he slapped her head and she reluctantly opened her mouth to let the penis in. This was not the politeness and caring he had seen in Bricas before. These men were Shalirionites, and yet they behaved as badly as any Grumandrian rapist.

The man behind her became agitated and wild, invading her arse at exaggerated speed and crying out, even before he came, which when it happened was extremely agitated. The woman screamed even as osmaniye escort the man in her filled her. Even in her resistance there was no denying she was beautiful. Aribor also wanted to fill her with his cock as he saw others doing, and was aware that he might care little for the woman’s wellbeing if only he could have her.

The man behind removed his cock after his orgasm, which must have been huge. There were flecks of blood on it, and it still dripped semen. He was pale and calm now as the sexual motivation left him. Other men pulled him away in order to take his place. The man beneath her had also achieved his orgasm and allowed his place to be taken. The man at her mouth had spunked into her mouth after observing the violence of the man who had been behind her, which had taken him over the edge too. Another quickly pushed himself under the beauty and pushed his enlarged penis into her luscious cunt. Again another forced himself into her arse, while yet another was quickly in her mouth.. her complaints were nothing now. They had all seen how to handle her and submissively she acquiesced for fear of bringing further pain. Swiftly they took her. Dark magic possessed the men around her. She inspired the utmost passion in all of those who invaded her. Men fought each other to be the next in line for her mouth, her arse or her cunt. Aribor too edged close with desire in his head. He was still sensible enough to wonder where were the other women? This was the best, so this was the one they all wanted to possess, but already she was hurt and frightened, spoiled and ruined.

Heaven had somehow turned into hell. The pleasure of the all encompassing warmth of the Goddess had slipped into petty human jealousies and lusts. The animal natures of men and women had risen. Women turned to fear, jealousy and loathing. He saw a woman bite the cock of the man she was sucking, until blood ran down it. Using her teeth as a weapon she punished him, as he screamed and pulled her black hair tightly, forcing her to disengage. Only minutes before they had seemed to be happily and lovingly engaged in the acts of sex! Their anger was up now and the woman clawed back with sharp fingernails drawing blood. Other men came forward, holding her down while the man she had injured beat her face, further spoiling her beauty. Then they pinned her down and took turns to rape her as she screamed out. What madness was this which had gripped them all?

Aribor felt the lusts and the feelings of violence as the Shalirionites did, but perhaps because he was a sorcerer he was able to retain enough detachment to think and to wonder what these unusual feelings were.

Aribor knew violence! His past was violence; his homeland was violence, lust and cruelty. Now he and the sorcerors had come to this city of Shalirion, another untouched corner of Shalirion, in which he found innocence and love, beyond his expectation, all the good things he had never known in the past. He found he wanted those things now, and having found them, he found them suddenly corrupted. This was too much coincidence! He wondered he had not thought of it more swiftly. The reason for this sudden change could only be the Black Sorcerors, his fellow Grumandrians. They had struck sooner than he thought. How could he not have recognised their magic? So relaxed had he become in his sexual heaven that he had not even recognised the hallmarks of his trade.

He recognised that his own mind had been influenced to exaggerate his emotions. Quickly he restored the barriers he used when he sensed a threat. Something was affecting him. Was it a spell, a mist or perhaps something imbibed? That could well be the cause! The festival goers all drank from the same source! They took ‘wine’ from the huge bowls in the middle of the Palace hall. They passed the chalices between them. Perhaps his fellow sorcerors had managed to poison the ‘wine’ to create paranoia and fear, jealousy, greed and lust. Some chemical or a spell upon the liquid? Was it too late to undo the damage which had already been done. Many had injured each other. If he did not act now more of these innocents would die or inflict senseless injuries upon each other. In an instant the sorcerer considered his choice. Whether to remain loyal to his countrymen and their King? Quickly he was aware that he had already made up his mind, before he had even been aware of it. Years of loyal service thrown away in an instant, but this was not the first time he had been tested recently.

He cast a search for spells upon the nearest ‘wine’ bowl. There was no spell to obstruct him. The contaminant must then be physical, a chemical additive rather than an influencing spell. That made his task more difficult, but perhaps he could cast spells which countered the physical effect of the ‘wine’ upon these people. The woman he had defended himself from lay dazed upon the floor nearby, where her head had hit the floor. He leaned forward over her, feeling no more anger towards her as his own emotions were now controlled. Placing his hand upon her forehead he began to speak a spell of calming, the banishment of anger. The power of his sorcery was immediately evident. The calm settled upon her immediately. He could see her eyes, no longer filled with fear and hatred, although the sore head remained for now.

Ever since Kiara had been cursed by demonic magic, the fallen sword maiden had been forced to the fringes of society to hide her shame. But despite her condition, she still dedicated her life to saving others from vile fates even as the more she saved, the less sure she became that she deserved redemption or to be cured after all she had done. And sometimes, she even smiled when she thought of having to eternally repent in her personal twisted hell.

“How much longer, my cursed companion? Even these trees are starting to look like dicks to me,” Kiara voiced with a slight pant. She had wandered for hours in the thick bamboo forest that a red phallic-like mace had guided her into. It just flew around the sturdy shafts that grew from the ground while she had to navigate past them.

“They better not be on some road at the other end of the forest,” Kiara kept complaining but then she stopped to examine a small hill before her. She lifted her right hand to give a stroke to her raven black silky hair before remembering that it was tied to a bun to the back of her head instead of a ponytail resting on her shoulder. But then her demeanor completely changed.

“I sense them now, such strong excited intent and malice,” Kiara gleefully exclaimed, a bit of drool spilled on her soft lips and her beautiful ivory face reddened. She licked the saliva away while letting her nubile hourglass body squirm from the amplified hunger that the promise of satisfaction ignited in her core after days without a proper feast.

“You can go hide somewhere so we won’t repeat the last time,” Kiara voiced and the rubbery mace flew into the woods. Her hardening nipples dug into her green robe and her pussy began to burn. An urge to punish her disgraceful perversion filled her so she dashed towards the two distinct sources of malicious lust that now pulled her towards them like a moth to a flame.

Kiara’s large perky breasts bounced and rubbed into her robe with a tingle as she ran but it only made her move faster. But despite her boiling arousal, there was a moment when she reminded herself that she was foremost doing this to save others and she should focus on that first. Just from the way the two sources pulsed, it was clear that they were not alone but were excited by something they desired to defile in more ways than one.

Soon enough Kiara spotted two black-clothed men and three white-robed nuns. The women were kneeling on the ground forced by demonic ropes that had red hands at each end. Even if all of them still had their veils on, it was clear that just revealing their faces was not their greatest fear at that moment.

“Come on, we are willing to share just one of you but if you insist on being selfish, my friend here might get bored and start playing games,” one of the red-masked men voiced while clearly hiding a grin. The bamboo trees nearby were filled with cuts and the black clothes of the men had shared some of the slashes to show that the nuns had not given up without a fight. But now the silvery swords that had even cut cleanly some of the sturdy trees were either shattered or stuck in the ground away from the nuns.

“It seems I came just in time, with this pent-up malicious lust, who knows what they might do,” Kiara whispered with a wipe of hungrily spilling saliva from her chin. She adjusted her green travel robe while pondering if she should remove it to not to lose her clothes again. But the idea of being some perverted naked savior to some nuns shamed her far more than anything else that might happen.

“We won’t sacrifice one of us to evil for personal salvation,” one of the nuns declared defiantly. The masked man grabbed her chin and lifted it to stare into her angry eyes but they had no hesitation.

“Why do you have to be so damn boring, if just one of you volunteers to suck my balls, I don’t have to rob your holy purity with a bamboo stick,” the man voiced as he leaned in to breathe on the nun’s face through his mask. But even then he was still satisfied by just teasing about pulling off the veil.

“There is no greater shame than letting one of my sisters pay such a prize for my shake. If one of us suffers, so do we all,” another of the nuns declared. She tried to get to her feet to prove a point but one of the red hands connected to the rope was around her neck and pulled her down hard enough to keep her on her knees.

“If you say stuff like that, we will just stuff the weakest of you like a logger’s rack while the other two get to watch,” the man threatened and he moved to the nun who had said the least. But even she stared at him with defiance without protesting such a fate like the only thing she cared about was not letting others suffer for her sake.

“Maybe we began on the wrong foot, you can call me Mr. Big Dick Zack and he is Jace,” the man suddenly said with a disgustingly polite tone. “You see my friend here has this issue with his erection and he needs a genuine virgin nun to suck his balls.”

The men began to laugh but even as Kiara had tried to bilecik escort dash at them from a blind spot, Jace heard her when she got closer and lifted his sheathed sword. Though he lowered it with an amused head tilt when he saw the lone woman even as she was approaching with unnatural blurred speed.

The nuns looked at Kiara with confused hope and fearful worry in their eyes, she flashed them a confident smile while she hoped that they thought that the blush on her face was due to bodily strain. But she had no time to focus on them as the two masked men prepared stances silently and in sync like trained warriors. They chose not to draw their blades and instead, they lifted their heavy leather scabbards like large sticks meant for pummeling.

Zack lunged to stop Kiara’s charge with a thrust into her stomach a tip first but she slapped it aside with unnatural strength that made him step away from her to keep at least one blade length between them. His sword arm trembled a bit but he kept his hold to give a more focused strike but Kiara hit it away with her right hand even harder.

Kiara used the opportunity to slam her left palm into Zack’s chest and the hit’s strength alone sent him almost flying backward while the air wrinkled around the impact spot. He landed on his feet but he gasped for air heavily. The single move made the men change their stances and draw their swords to dual-wield them with the sheaths.

“There is no way pathetic weaklings can beat me, so just give up and flee,” Kiara grinned as she lifted her index and middle fingers like to show that those two would be enough to stop even the sharp sides of the slightly curved blades. She did so while she moved to guard the captives with her body and the bandits sent nods at each other. Suddenly all of the red hand-ropes detached from the nuns and flew at Kiara.

“Run, I will be fine with the likes of them, these cowards only have mediocre demon trinkets going for them,” Kiara commanded while she barely managed to stay one step ahead of the flying ropes. She did so while charging at the men who began to retreat to make sure they did not have to deal with all of the women at the same time. Though as one of the nuns began crying and tugging the sleeve of the other, all of them began taking steps in the other direction until they were fleeing at maximum speed while even forgetting the two silver swords that were still intact.

Even if Kiara had planned and counted on it, she felt a moment of melancholy when the just saved abandoned their savior so easily. She could guess that they would keep repeating a mantra about the unknown woman being fine with the strength she had shown and they would be right but not in the ways they thought.

After one last glance to make sure that the nuns were nowhere to be seen, Kiara leaped forward to give Zack a poorly balanced flying kick past the scabbard that tried to block it. He managed to step back with an annoyed grunt to mitigate the hit to the chest but he almost swung his blade to force Kiara to retreat from the counterstrike with a backward spin. It was at that moment when one of the red hands finally managed to lock onto her.

The harsh fingers dug into the back of Kiara’s neck and she tried to stop the hand from rotating to the front to at least show some resistance. The last thing she wanted was to fully reveal that her shameful goals were not that different from these lechers. She tried to leap away but another hand managed to clamp into her ankle and another went up her thigh to plunge two large fingers into her pussy. If she had not already been wet and swollen, it might have really stung but now it just triggered a trembling tingle that surged from her core.

The men just watched with weapons raised how hands clamped on both of Kiara’s ankles and knees to force them to spread as far as they could to lock her mobility with a wide horse stance. Other hands tore open her robes to reveal that she had not worn anything under and Zack game to grab the garment to put it into one of the many bags he carried under his cloak. She tried to stop it but her wrists were grabbed and pulled behind her back.

A single pair of hands and the rope between them tied very tightly around Kiara’s forearms to stop any attempt to build momentum to eventually tear the bind. Not that she tried to stop it besides tensing and struggling a bit with her flexible but not that toned muscles that possessed unnatural strength far beyond what they looked, like most notable warriors in these lands.

Once done with Kiara’s forearms, the hands moved over her upper arms to have a single strand of the red rope push them to her sides. And the red hands themselves clamped to cup both of her perky breasts from below, they were more than a handful even to the large demonic palms and the fingers dug into her silky ivory flesh with intent but not enough to really pain her. Before stopping movement, they spread her mounds wider apart than usual manisa escort like she was some trophy on display.

“I guess this weakling was not that strong after all, she almost got me worried for a moment,” Jace voiced before he sheathed his sword and threw it on his back. Kiara just stared at him with a harsh clench of her teeth, she tried to look as mad as possible like she had no words to describe her humiliation even as her juices soaked the hand that had thrust her pussy and now held her left knee.

“So you will be fine with the likes of us?” Zack asked and he took out the simple hairpins that held Kiara’s hair in a bun and even stole those into his bag. He then dug his fingers into her hair and shook it loose until the silky strands fell down along her back. They reached her lower back but not her ass.

“No more words huh? I liked it when you talked more,” Zack voiced as he moved behind Kiara to kneel down. His hand landed to explore her ass and the fingers only stopped when they found something wet and he quickly smelled them to make sure it was not pee. Soon after they plunged into her pussy and she began thinking of hundreds of things she could use to protest any claim that her soaked hole was hungrily drooling for these scum.

“Do you belong to some academy or temple?” Jace asked and like to add weight to his question, the hands on Kiara’s breasts dug their index fingers into her nipples. But the worst they did was to make her body tingle even more as the aim was clearly more to humiliate her than to hurt her.

“I’m just a nameless vagrant,” Kiara voiced and Jace leaned down to clamp his hand on her jaw to forcefully lift it, to feel her bone with his touch. Meanwhile, Zack had begun thrusting his fingers into her pussy, not to masturbate her but to get his hand as wet as possible. But even then her walls pulsed against his coarse assault and her clit swelled.

“Now why would you say that? Unless you actually want to fuck,” Jace said and he leaned over to closely inspect Kiara’s face. She tried to fill her expression with as much anger and hate as she could but she failed to control the bubbling lust that was burning more than just her cursed core.

“I’m not so scared of two faceless bandits that I would dishonor my master by naming her,” Kiara voiced with a slightly tilted smile and gleeful tone. “Do your worst.”

“Since you are asking for it, you did cost us three perfectly fine nuns so don’t blame us for being a bit rough,” Jace nodded with a gentle rub of Kiara’s jaw. “Since you have a nice body, it makes me almost as hard as those nuns.”

“You did not get to see them naked, so how do you know?” Zack asked, he reached with his free hand to grab Kiara’s curly black pubes that filled her mound like they were trimmed even if she never needed to do so. But being shaved like an actual whore was still more humiliating than letting men think that she groomed those hairs.

“So, Miss Big Tits, how are you going to compensate us?” Jace asked while Zack began tugging Kiara’s pubes like he was trying to find the right strength to make her let out any sound. But even as her skin stretched a bit red, she took every pull that was not even strong enough to tear off the hairs.

“I guess I can teach you a few moves if you remove these binds,” Kiara gritted while her breathing was turning increasingly ragged. “Weak scum like you will be in real trouble if your cheap tricks fail against someone stronger.”

“For someone so defiant, you sure are soaking my fingers,” Zack mused and he began forming his fingers into a fist that spread Kiara even wider just as she had wanted. Now her humiliating moans and the first climax would be delayed even if the applied pressure made her face twitch a bit.

“She has a horny glint in her pretty green eyes, this bitch sure is something else,” Jace voiced with a shake of Kiara’s jaw before he began pressing the tip of her nose with an index finger. She tilted her head to take a bite off the finger but he retreated just in time. Though the way she showed pearly teeth with a long sideways lick made her look hungry for cock more than anything else.

“Pathetic, the best you scum can hope for is to imagine that a woman likes you,” Kiara taunted while she tried to harden her blushed features.

“This cunt disagrees,” Zack flared as he thrust his fist, knuckles first into Kiara’s inner gate to squeeze her juices out along his forearm with a twist. No matter how much her puffed vulva tried to suction his wrist, she could not stop the spill. The exponentially growing pressure forced Kiara to bite into her lower lip while her every breath was tingling with pulsing lust.

“Mhiih,” Kiara let out a short moaning whimper and drool escaped down her chin. Her pussy tensed a bit like to climax but then suddenly the hand thrust out of her and she was left gaping with a sense of emptiness.

Zack rushed before Kiara with speed to push Jace aside. She tried to lower her head mersin escort but he grabbed her chin and lifted it. He just stared at her face for several moments trying to read every humiliating emotion on it. She could already predict what was going to happen, the men would once again start feeling things for her that were not pure malicious lust, and thus become useless at feeding the appetite of her cursed body.

“Scum, pathetic cowardly losers, disgusting loser pigs,” Kiara screamed like she had been broken by anger and humiliation. Zack’s hand hardened and moved to her neck to apply pressure to the sides of her neck like to give a threat.

“How about this, I will go round up some nuns to join us if you don’t do me a little favor,” Zack voiced with a disgustingly pleasant tone as he leaned to breathe on Kiara’s face. She spat on him but he just ignored the saliva that landed on his mask.

There were no words for a moment but then Zack stood up only to lean down and pull himself under Kiara’s horse stance. Then he took out a big swollen cock that had a red slightly glowing ring at the base. These two were truly just using every demonic artifact they could find.

The hands that were binding Kiara’s ankles moved her feet to Zack’s sides to let her crouch down if she wanted before pressuring her feet to lock them in place. Jace stepped behind her and gave her ass a loud slap that impacted strongly enough to cause some drops to drip from her soaked vulva. Then he grabbed her neck and leaned down to breathe on it.

“Fuck that loser’s cock or my stick will drill your fine ass,” Jace voiced as he pressed a hard and unforgiving broken bamboo piece against Kiara’s thigh. She said nothing but began lowering her hip toward the cock that was pointed at her.

“Seeing something you like?” Zack asked while jousting his considerable manhood. He let his tip sink into the wet vulva to feel the hot embrace but then he pulled out and tapped his shaft into Kiara’s clit. She tried to tilt her hip to take it back in but the hands on her knees stopped it just barely. Though when she tried to move away he shifted to keep tapping his cock into her swollen knob that tingled from each strike like some feverish growth.

“I see you are too wet to take me in on your own, how about you beg for help?” Zack voiced while he tried to hit Kiara with his cock as hard as he could. She clenched her teeth as she really hoped this would not be enough to make her cum like some broken sex maniac.

“Come on, say please can I have some big cock?” Zack kept insisting and when Kiara tried to avoid his cock again he grabbed her pubes with his free hand. He gave them a hard enough pull to keep her still, if she would have tried to shift even a little, she would have needed to tear off at least some of the hairs herself.

“You sick pervert, please just get this over with,” Kiara flared. She looked up to hide her victorious grin. With just a few words and actions, she had managed to reverse Zack’s sentiments and his lust was radiating with even more malice than before. But the sense of pride from that only added to her blushing shame and twisted arousal.

“I guess that counts,” Zack shrugged before slipping his tip into Kiara’s vulva and she took the chance to thrust down hard enough to even strain the hands holding her knees. Her folds glued into his sturdy shaft to feel the strong pulse and his pubes prickled her spread vulva.

“You will let me go after you cum,” Kiara commanded as arrogantly as she could while taking the fat cock almost to the base even as it pushed her stomach a bit. She came hard enough on it to bend it a bit and pressure the tip into her end. The red hands moved to stop her from completely crushing the cock and her muscle strained against them to begin a slight grind to speed up his climax in case his mood changed again.

“We will think about it, after we both cum,” Jace voiced as he moved to sit on a nearby rock that was at the side. He spread his legs and took a relaxed pose to watch the show. But despite his calm demeanor, his lustful aura was burning strongly enough to almost distract Kiara.

“I can vote in your favor if you take good care of me,” Zack nodded as he lifted his hands to rest them behind his head. Kiara just clenched her teeth angrily with a harsh thrust of her hip. She tried to rub the man’s tip into her as intently as she could while not stimulating herself.

“Don’t think you can sneak on us that easily,” Jace voiced with an amused tone and he got up to draw his sword. He moved like he would threaten Kiara’s life if needed by lowering his blade near her.

“Free her this instant,” the most imposing of the three nuns shouted, anger vibrating in her voice. All three held their silver swords even if one of them was broken and was barely the length of a dagger. Kiara looked away from them and tried to lick the saliva off her chin in borderline panic. Her body began to tremble and she even prayed that the nuns would be chased away as quickly as possible.

“Keep fucking my buddy if you won’t want them to share your fate,” Jace commanded while Zack just kept his relaxed pose and barely looked away from Kiara’s hip that kept working on his cock. Even if she had hoped that this would not happen, she still should play her part to the end or waste all the humiliating effort so far.

I’m not sure exactly how The Boxx works. That’s part of its allure and magic, I think.

Four new branch stores have opened in the city in the last two months alone. I read somewhere that the newest ones are extremely fancy, with bars, spa areas and lounges full of beautiful people, and that the boxxes themselves have special functions and options that cater to every whim and wish you could think of, and even to some you can’t.

I, for one, never visit any other boxx but the one down the street from my flat.

It’s Wednesday around noon. I’ve got my usual two hours time between my morning job (teaching) and my evening job (accounting). Other people power-nap or sit down for lunch and chat with colleagues over a smoke or five. I prefer to spend my one hundred and twenty minutes differently.

I step into the massage-and-beauty-salon and pay the middle-aged Vietnamese woman at the counter the usual amount. She knows me already. Although I’ve been coming here for more than a year now, we have never really exchanged words. Maybe that’s for the better. I have a feeling she’s not a big fan of the business that’s running in her basement, or of the clientele. She hands me a jingling key ring with a silver key, a brass key, a little blue key fob with a chip inside it, and a paper tag that says “Onyxx” dangling from it.

The double X is the brand’s trade mark, like McDonald’s and their McSomethings. Onyxx and Voxx are the only two boxxes at this particular branch store. I used both of them already.

I walk past the lady on her counter and down the narrow staircase that ends in two doors. One of them is the massage parlor’s staff restroom. I use the key on the other one and open it, then slide the door shut behind me and lock it, too.

The first time I ever saw a boxx it made me think of walk-in coolers, or a futuristically designed personal sauna. From the outside, all there is to it is the brushed steel gleaming dully, a matte black handle that opens and moves the thick door easily, and the big computer panel at eye level right next to the door.

Onyxx is the one in the middle. I go to it, wave the fob near the sensor and thus start up the computer system.

Welcome to your nexxt adventure, thrill-seeker, the panel greets me. I have long learnt to ignore that. I understand most people who visit a boxx do come for chills and thrills, to live out their wild, dark, sometimes illegal fantasies for once and dive into the abyss.

I’m not one of them.

I tap and swipe the screen. Categories: Anal, Anthropomorphic, Asian, BDSM, Bisexual, Black, Cheating, Crossdressing…

I scroll down to Straight Sex, then tap on ‘I am female’.

Sort by: Partner, Scenario, Specifications

I tap on ‘scenario’, dismiss the usual ones (office, school, family, public) that are offered as defaults, then search by and add key words: husband, lazy morning, bed, cuddling, petting (light), dirty talk (light) Fixed on top of the list due to their popularity are orgasm, multiple orgasm, mutual orgasm, clitoral stimulation, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, light bondage, nipple sucking, spanking. I never add any of those to my list.

I guess that makes me a prude. So be it. I swipe and delete the suggestions, banning them from my ‘exxperience’ as always.

That’s the one downside to the anonymity of boxxing: without an account to hold your data, you have to specify your order anew every single time. It takes five precious minutes to blacklist all the things I don’t want.

The boxx summarizes my straightforward little order and asks whether I have any specific desires in regards to the ‘husband’. Apparently, there has been an update in the character options so that I can now choose between half a dozen handsome famous dudes who are all called ‘Chris’, any of the ‘Sexiest Men Alive’ of the last twenty-five years (Blake Shelton? Really? Good God.), and any male actor who ever appeared on some TV show I’ve never heard of.

I dismiss the update and merely specify the ‘husband’s’ general build (medium height, medium muscles) and level of hairiness (natural), leaving all the other parameters (hair/eye/skin color, beard length, hand/foot/penis size, voice level) on ‘random’ as always. To me, it’s not very important what he looks like so long as he’s warm and mellow. There have been times when I didn’t even open my eyes once.

The machine bids me Enjoy your exxperience and the door’s lock audibly hisses as it unlatches. I grip the handle to pull the door open and take the small step up into the thing. It is nothing but a dim, windowless, entirely empty room. I turn around and pull the door shut behind me again, put the little brass key into the inside lock. I turn it and then leave the key hanging there.

And then something happens. I have been visiting the boxx for more than a year now, yet I still can’t say exactly what that is. Something to do with the air I breathe, the sounds bayburt escort that are played over hidden speakers directly into my subconscious mind, and the flashing lights in front of my eyes. The door’s locking mechanism hisses shut and once it’s finished, I open my eyes even though they hadn’t been closed before.

The room is dimmed by gauzy curtains which are gently billowing and swaying in the wind, fanning my warm, naked body as I lie on the bed, half on top of the covers. Outside, the sun is already shining brilliantly, but the reddish quality of the light that slowly creeps across the floor and walls says that it’s still early in the morning. I can hear the faint sound of traffic underneath the twittering of birds.

It is perfect already and then it gets better.

There is a deep, contented groan behind me and an arm snakes around my naked body and pulls me back against a warm, hard chest. A nose nuzzles into my wild hair, burrowing in to find the warm skin of my neck and rub itself against it, inhaling the scent. The hand on my front searches for my right breast and finds it, grabbing it carefully and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Five more minutes?” a deep voice rumbles down my spine, followed by a kiss.

I laugh softly at the whiny-yet-manly plea and at the ticklish sensation of his voice and lips.

“I didn’t say anything,” I remind him. “Far as I’m concerned, we can stay right here forever.”

I touch his hand, the one that is fondling my tit, and stroke his knuckles with my fingertips. His fourth finger is adorned by a slim gold band that looks just like the one on my own hand.

The man tilts his hips forward to rub up against my ass and tightens his arm’s grip to pull me flush and hard against him. “Forever. Hm. That an order?” he mutters.

I could have fallen asleep right then and there. It is so nice to feel him breathe against me, feel the heat of his skin and let it soak into mine, bathe in his warm smell. My imaginary husband, however, has other ideas. I feel him poking me, nudging first the backside of my thigh, then the squishy globe of my ass, and finally, he slips into the crease and ever so gently pushes in and out of it. The head of his cock reaches and kisses the closed lips of my cunt, putting a moist little dab on my skin and smudging it with every new contact.

I sigh, slightly annoyed. He’s supposed to be mellow, this is supposed to be relaxed and anyway, penetration isn’t on the menu. Has there been another fine-tuning update I didn’t take into account? Does ‘petting (light)’ now include mock penetration?

“Stop it with your wet dick,” I complain and receive an answer in the form of a deep chuckle and a more insistent thrust that breaches my labia just a little. I gasp.

“You need no help in the wetness department,” he informs me as he gyrates his hips against me so that I can feel more of his cock, and the bristly hairs on his legs against the backs of mine. “Your cunt is already a sodden mess, darling.” His voice is now so close to my ear it gives me shivers. “Did you have some pleasant dreams tonight? Did you dream about me?”

His next thrust forward bumps against my clit and my mouth falls open on a sigh. For the moment, I can only answer with noises instead of words.

“When you come to me, it’s always all gentle and soft and sweet,” he goes on as his thrusts take on a steady rhythm, “but I bet in your dreams, it’s all wild and uncivilized. Isn’t it?”

This level of self-awareness should give me pause, but my brain is too busy turning to mush with every slide of his slick glans against my inner labia and up to my swelling button, and to make matters worse, his talented fingers are circling, tapping, squeezing and flicking my right nipple – just a little rougher than I like it.

“N…No,” I answer his question, and he chuckles.

“You are such a liar.” He lays kisses around my ear and nips at the skin, biting me ever so gently, but with a little edge of pain in there. “In your dreams, it’s probably all … someone throwing you down and having his way with you.”

With that pain, a definitive drop of reality trickles into our bedroom.

“Honey…,” I begin, suddenly bemused. I faintly remember choosing ‘dirty talk (light)’ at the front panel. Normally, that means some comments about my boobs and ass. What’s this talk about roughness?

My husband-in-this-bed shimmies against me so that I can feel his pubic hair against my ass, and quickens the pace of his pistoning. As distractions go, it’s a great one.

“Don’t ‘honey’ me, my love. I know deep down you’re curious. More than curious. You wanna know how it feels… to be out of control for once. At someone else’s disposal. For someone to sear you with a bit of passion.” He slides forward so far I could probably see the tip of his cock peek out between my curls if I looked down. “Thinking bartın escort about it makes you wet.”

I am wet. Everything south of my navel seems to be weeping for more thorough attentions. My tissues have long puffed themselves up with blood and moistened with my slick cream in preparation for something that would not even happen.

I don’t understand what’s going on with me. Today is an unusual day.

Normally, I neither want nor need this to happen at all. The thought of leaving for work in a state of sexual frustration does nothing but fan the flames. The thought of domination and loss of control makes my underbelly feel all… funny.

Involuntarily, I arch my back to invite him into my body, but he spurs the invitation again and again by putting just the hint of his tip in and then pulling back. Even reaching back with my arm and digging my fingernails into the flank of his ass does not provide enough of an incentive for him to sink into me. I mewl. He chuckles.

“Plus… don’t you think I deserve to turn the tables and have you at my disposal for once?”

His words confuse me, and confusion always makes me laugh. But then, my laugh morphs into a breathy shriek when his hand abruptly lets go of my boob and grabs my left shoulder instead, his right hand slides underneath my hip, and he scoops me up and rolls me until I am lying on top of him, my back to his chest, my ass pressing down on his groin.

He keeps me in place by slinging both arms tightly around my chest and waist from underneath, and holds on fast even as I teeter for a moment and flail my arms.

Then, he hooks his feet around my ankles and pulls my legs wide apart. I protest and writhe and squeak. The air that hits my wet pussy feels like a cold tongue giving me a lick. I flail some more, but his muscular arms are in the way, not budging an inch. I am pinned and unable to free myself. My head is now lower than my middle, and every time I lift my head up – which is surprisingly taxing – all I see are my breasts jutting up into the air, my nipples so pointed and hard, one of them darkened from his ministrations. It is… quite obscene.

“Like this,” he growls, somehow not drowned by my hair, his voice all self-satisfied and full of dark promises.

His right hand slides south, between my legs and cups me just a little roughly. I flinch and gasp.

“You have made me a very desperate man, little minx.”

Oh God, I can feel his cock jerk underneath my ass and lower back.

“And you like it.”

And then he slaps my pussy and I swallow my breath in surprise. It doesn’t hurt… yet. It could. That makes it worse and better. My whole body coils up as his hand lifts up again.

With his fingers flattened, he taps against my pussy again, twice, three, four times in quick succession. Wet little slaps. My thighs tremble with the strain of wanting to close but not being able to. My ass slides around on his hard cock that’s trapped between us as I squirm, and it makes him groan.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I whisper, letting my heavy, spinning head sink back. The intensity of this… of him… overwhelms me.

His fingertips still hover over my pussy, brushing just the tips of my hairs, ready for the next hit.

He growls in my ear. “Better believe it. And I’ll do that again. You liked it, so you’ll let me do it again. That, and so much more.” He grabs the soft inside of my thigh and digs his fingers, still wet from hitting my pussy, into the flesh there.

I’m dizzy, caught between the pulsing desire between my legs, the embarrassment and confusion about how much this is affecting me, and trying to remember the safeword that shuts the boxx down. I had never used it, not even come close.

If I was entirely honest, I didn’t want to use it now, either.

Sensing my hesitation, he slides his hand back onto my pussy and rubs the swollen lips in large, sloppy circles. “It’s been too long. I want off that leash, Harper.”

He says my name even though I have never given it. And he acts as if it has been him in here with me the entire year, every time, even though it was always ‘random’.

“Next time, you will let me do everything to you,” he prophesizes. “When you come to me tomorrow, you will not specify anything. You will not blacklist anything. You will give me no boundaries at all. For once, you will be at my mercy and I’ll make you wag your tail for me. And you’ll like it.”

I open my mouth to say something, speak up for myself, ask him to let me go because he is gripping me too tightly, anything. Instead, I am struck dumb and silenced by the feeling of his big, blunt finger dragging some juice from my pussy up to my clit and rubbing it in, directly against all those already burning nerve endings, nudging the hood aside and hitting me dead center.

My whole body thrums like a guitar when a hard chord ığdır escort is struck. Again. And again. And over again. He keeps rubbing me in miniscule movements, barely more than the crooking of a finger for him, much too intense, much too good for me. My breathing, my pulse can’t seem to keep up. I screw my eyes shut and hear myself whimper as my pelvis jolts of its own accord, but isn’t able to escape his fingertip for more than a second. Blood is rushing to my head. Tears streak down my temples.

“I know you, Harper. I’ve been in your mind for so long. You’ll love it when I play with your nipples like I want to,” he speaks into my ear, his voice now fast and hard. “I want to suck them and put clamps on them and hear you cry out. I bet I can make you come from the pain.”

“Oh, God.” Just hearing it makes my nipples ache and tingle.

“I want to tie you up in your preppy little pencil skirt and fuck this sopping wet hole you while the others in your firm are watching and masturbating to the sight of you. I’ll let them fondle your tits and use your mouth.”

How does he know? A gurgling sob escapes me. No one knows I have this fantasy of my colleagues! And my boss – my very married boss – who wears his cufflinks so well…

The blood in my veins has turned to lava and an earthquake starts up inside of me. I am going to erupt. It is inevitable. Already, hot liquid is spilling from me, running down my ass cheeks, ass crack and inner thighs, drenching his fingers and his palm. His hips pump up and down for more friction, his cock helping spread my wetness.

“I want to play naughty teacher with you, bend you over the desk in front of your class and cane your little ass.” His other hand comes up to lie against my throat and pull my ear closer to his lips. “And you’ll thank me for it. You’ll thank me for all of it.”

Another sob. This is so wrong. My students… the other teachers… the school president with her cat eyes and her tight bun- oh God!

Every muscle and fiber clenches and seems, for a moment, to point at that one little nub between my legs like so many compass needles. I climb another few notches, gasp for breath because I know I will soar and fall, it cannot be helped, he won’t stop, he won’t-

The second my body’s every atom is blowing up and I’m ready to howl like an animal from overwhelming ecstasy, he removes his finger and holds my body down again.

I scream and thrash wildly, jerk my hips like a madwoman, hump the empty air, desperate for one last spark of contact, just one little touch – but none comes. I wail with every empty, aching clench of my muscles, every fruitless twitch and quiver of my clit. The orgasm slides out of reach, unfulfilled. It feels like my stomach is dropping out of me, leaving me completely hollow.

I want to break down in tears. I think I do. The electric tension is still in my body, still zinging through my bones at a frequency too low to come out, too high to ignore.

“Now, thank me,” he snarls.

I shiver and sob.

I am done.

“Thank you,” I manage.

“Starting tomorrow, you and I-” he says but gets cut off.

The lights go on and I blink my eyes open even though they hadn’t been closed. The mechanism clicks and the door swings open an inch, allowing cooler air into the cabin.

I stand there, drenched in sweat and breathing hard, legs trembling and feeling like rubber, my juices soaking through the seam at the crotch of my light blue jeans. I grab my crotch, squeeze, and give a wail. My panties are completely liquid and there’s even more juice flowing out of me, I can feel it. My sore pussy still pulses.

Until the next exxperience, thrill-seeker! the door panel bids me goodbye ominously just before it shuts down as I, rubber-kneed, make my way out of the boxx.

The Vietnamese woman eyes me with her usual concerned disdain as I slink past her, grabbing a handful of napkins from the dispenser and apologizing profusely. I leave the shop at a near sprint in search of a corner or doorway where I can stuff all the paper towels into my panties and dab my armpits.

I get to work too late and receive displeased and concerned looks from my colleagues as well as my boss. I can’t look either of them in the eye – and I try to not look at the cufflinks – as I apologize and promise it won’t happen again, and get to work as quickly as my trembling, sweaty fingers allow.

Four hours later, I am a nervous wreck. My mind is full of scenarios that involve desks and stationary and skinny ties, and my colleague’s and bosses’ voices and bodies. Every time someone taps my shoulder – because they have to, because I am entirely zoned out – I barely bite back a sexual moan. For once, I take an Uber home because I the mere idea of cramming myself into the subway and rubbing up against all those strangers nearly has me in tears.

I am losing my mind. Of this I am certain once the lights are out and I am in bed with myself and my usual roll of toilet paper, yet can’t bring myself to touch. My heart is already going a mile a minute. If I had an orgasm, it might leap out of my chest.

I dream of the basement, with its two boxxes. Their doors hiss open and dozens of my former husbands step out of them and toward me, surrounding me.

All characters involved are 18+.

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8.

It was late in the morning when Adam woke from his dreamless sleep. Warm sunlight poured through the cracks between the window blinds, casting bars of shadow along his naked body.

Sleeping naked was a habit he had picked up from Jen. She had insisted upon it, to his great bemusement. Because why would a man wear clothes to keep warm in bed when a woman could do the job much better? Being a young man, Adam couldn’t find fault in that particular orcish custom.

But some orcish customs… Adam had learned how disruptive they could be.

Adam threw his legs over the side of the bed so that he sat upright. He stared off into space, frowning.

Disqualified.

Somewhere in his mind, in a hazy construct of the great hall back home, that word hung over his portrait on a gilded plaque. Right next to the words Disappointment and Failure.

Adam shook his head, groaning. Was it frustration? Disgust? Adam couldn’t tell. He knew the thought was absurd. His family wouldn’t disown him for losing a tourney much less getting disqualified from one – especially since getting kicked out wasn’t even his fault.

The Castermans were a proud, ancient house, this was true. But they didn’t put so much value on trophies and medals and honors the way other Stakari houses did. They would never consider tossing their youngest aside… But that didn’t stop Adam from feeling fear and doubt.

Every young man who ever lived feared being a disappointment to his family. And as the fourth son of his father’s line, Adam had the unenviable position of being measured against his older brothers. Royce, Dane, and Garen, loving and supportive as they were, weren’t simply his older brothers. They were titans, looming tall and casting their shadows over their baby brother.

His brothers had all been exceptional at the paths they chose. Military man, beast wrangler, and a bonafide wizard. All impressive and noble occupations. Of course Adam was happy for them. But his brothers had set some incredibly high standards. All through his youth, the youngest Casterman feared he would never measure up.

But then, in his teens, Adam discovered his passion for history. Stories of kings, warriors, tyrants, and heroes. Of great bloody battles and fallen cities. Of ferocious beasts and mighty slayers. Adam drank it all in like a man finding an oasis after wandering lost through the desert sands. Especially so for the history of his home, the Kingdom of Stakaria, as well as his family and his own noble blood.

The Castermans had earned their greatness, Adam proudly reminded himself. Jorr Casterman won his knighthood defending the Lord of the Bluewater several centuries back. During a skirmish against a wild raiding party, the lord had been unhorsed and at the mercy of a monstrous ogre. He would have died on that battlefield had Jorr not slain the towering beast.

Adam had no towering beast to slay. The days where men could make their names with sword and shield were long past. So the youngest Casterman chose to sharpen his mind. His battles would be fought and won with pen and ink. Not at all the kind of man a she-orc would fall for, one might have thought.

The young noble pondered on that for a moment as he stood up and stretched. He groaned, his body still quite sore from the tourney matches he had managed to win. Then he went to the dresser at the foot of his bed and dug out a pair of boxers.

As he tugged them on, his mind drifted to Jen… and her sister, Sayla.

His girlfriend’s sister had interfered during one of his matches and got him disqualified from the tourney. Attacked him with real daggers, too. It was a wonder she hadn’t been arrested – though the security staff might have simply thought she was part of some viral stunt.

The whole situation was absurd. So absurd that Adam was more bewildered than upset – though he wasn’t without anger. He had worked hard to get into the lists. And to have it all taken away because of his girlfriend’s secret plan…

Adam tightened his jaw as Jen and Sayla’s “clan chief” business came to the forefront of his mind. He still needed to talk to them about that. He might as well, right? There was nothing that was going to un-disqualify him as far as he could tell. So why not learn more about the absurdity that screwed with his life?

He inhaled deeply through his nose, then frowned. The scent of sweat stung his nostrils. He would need to shower soon. But first, he would check his phone. He hadn’t answered anything from anybody after he left Jen and Sayla at the diner last night. No doubt his voicemail and email had some build up that needed some looking over.

Adam found his cellphone right where he left it, sitting on his desk. Sure enough, he found a long list of missed calls and unread messages. All of them from Jen.

The corner of his mouth twitched some at kütahya escort the sight. It wasn’t quite a smile, but there was a wryness about it.

In a way, the attention felt nice. It showed that Jen cared. Adam already knew that, of course. Jen was the kind of girl who was very open – and physical – with her affections. But the dozens of messages of apology proved that Jen at least felt appropriately guilty over the whole mess. The disqualification and the secret plan to make him her clan’s chieftain.

Chieftain Adam Casterman, leader of the G’Kalis Clan. Reader of books, slayer of essays, husband to she-orcs. Adam grinned at the sheer absurdity of it.

On the one hand, becoming a clan chief would have been a rather unique way of making a name for himself. And Adam had read up on orcish clan customs. He couldn’t deny that taking multiple wives had a certain appeal.

But Adam was nothing if not a realist.

Surely being a chieftain came with a whole mountain of responsibility. Even if Adam agreed to Jen’s proposition, where would he find the time to fulfill all of the duties that came with his new role? By the Allfather, he was a college student barely out of his teen years. He already had responsibilities here on campus. And what would he even tell his parents? That his girlfriend asked him to essentially marry her and her sisters and he said yes on a whim?

Adam rubbed his temple. It was way too early for such heavy thoughts. He put down his phone and switched over to his laptop to check his email.

His inbox was mostly as expected. Some newsletter stuff, spam that hadn’t been filtered out… And one message from Trevelyan Institute Administration.

That last one gave Adam a moment of pause. He stared at it, the email sitting unread on his computer screen. Dread slowly crept into him, slithering up his back, under his skin, making his hair stand on end.

It was a disciplinary response to the nonsense at the tourney. Adam knew it. Was he being put on probation? Was he expelled?

His mouth had gone dry. Surely, his face had gone ghostly white as well.

Adam collected himself, gathering his wits and nerves.

He ran the cursor over the email and clicked on it.

– – –

“Stop calling him.”

“Quiet.” Jenakka snapped, glaring at her clan-sister. The green she-orc turned her eyes back to her phone, staring at the message of apology she had just finished writing. She’d already written several others, but there was always something that Jenakka felt like she forgot to say. So she ended up writing another.

The G’Kalis clan scholar had been pacing around her dorm room ever since she woke up. She’d hardly gotten any sleep last night. Sayla, of course, had slept like a rock.

She’s as thick as one too…

The gray-skinned champion sat on Jenakka’s bed, her back pressed against the wall with her long legs stretched out. Sayla watched her sister walk back and forth across her dorm room, boredom clear in her red eyes.

Boredom and not an ounce of guilt. Typical.

Jenakka huffed through her nose and hit send.

“You’ve already left several messages. You’re making yourself look desperate.” Sayla droned in a flat voice. There was another look about her now, Jenakka noted. Distaste. The clan champion continued, muttering. “More than you already have…”

Jenakka whirled around on her heels, fuming. She pointed accusingly at her clan-sister, a scowl twisting across her face.

“You’re the last person who should be giving advice!” Jenakka was near-shrieking. The other students who lived on her floor might have heard her, but Jenakka did not care. Her relationship with Adam might have been irreparably damaged because of the brainless fool sitting on her bed. The clan scholar collected herself just a bit, breathing in. “After that debacle at the arena it was a miracle you weren’t detained. The clan can’t afford to have its champion behind bars, as you well know.”

Sayla was on her feet then, but Jenakka feared her little. Tall and strong her older clan-sister was, but Jenakka knew Sayla took her clan oaths as seriously as Mystic Akari. She would never hurt anyone of the clan. Still, Jenakka glared as the taller she-orc stepped up to her.

“Don’t lecture me, sister. Don’t you dare.” Sayla growled, her red eyes hard and cold. “I took action. You’re the one who spent a year playing Lord and Lady with her darling human. And such a wonderful choice, too.”

Jenakka’s anger flared hotter, now blazing in her heart.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You promised the clan you’d find us a chieftain.” Sayla raised her voice, her words hard with anger. “Instead, you spent all this time on some pretty boy lordling. Beyond ideal? Don’t make me laugh!”

Sayla turned away then, scoffing. Jenakka glowered, her hands tightening into fists.

“He beat you didn’t malatya escort he?”

“He did not beat me.” Sayla snarled as she whirled back around. Her red eyes were now sharp like her daggers. Her lips tightened into what was almost a pout. “Our fight was interrupted.”

There was a knock at the door then. Both orc women turned their eyes towards it. Sayla merely looked annoyed at the disturbance, but Jenakka deflated some, her shoulders falling slack. It was probably one of the other dorm residents coming to check because of the shouting.

The knocking came again. Jenakka sighed and went to answer it, collecting herself just enough to put on a fake smile.

No problem here, ma’am. Just two orc sisters having a shouting match over the future of their clan!

She opened the door… and found her dear Adam standing in the hall!

“Hi.” He said, wearing a small smile.

Jenakka felt a rush of emotions then. Relief that Adam bothered to come see her. Happiness at seeing her love in the flesh. Embarrassment because she didn’t know what to say. All those text messages were nothing compared to seeing him again face-to-face.

Leaping forward, she wrapped her arms around him in perhaps the tightest hug she had ever given. With her face buried into his neck, she took in his scent. He smelled of paper and wood and steel. And a hint of soap as well. He showered recently, she noted. As she pulled back, she also noticed his clothing. He had dressed nicely. A brown coat over a white shirt and fitted jeans. Adam always made some effort to look presentable. But the fact that he bothered at all today was a good sign. Jenakka’s heart fluttered.

“I’m glad you came.” She said warmly, pulling the fresh-faced human into her dorm room. She closed the door shut behind them. Then she reached out and took Adam’s hands with hers. She stared into his eyes, hoping he would see the sincerity of her words. “And again, I’m so, so sorry about the tourney.”

Jenakka then shot an expecting look towards Sayla, who was standing by her desk with her arms crossed.

The clan champion gave Jenakka’s boyfriend a once-over. Then she wrinkled her nose.

“I’m not.” Sayla answered bluntly. She gave Adam a curt nod. “You still need to prove your worth as a fighter, pup.”

“He’s only two years younger than you.” Jenakka simmered. To her irritation, her clan-sister merely shrugged.

“Still younger than me. Still a pup.”

Jenakka frowned, fighting the fire inside her that Sayla was unapologetically stoking. She wasn’t going to break into another argument in front of Adam. He had dealt with enough problems because of her.

She turned her eyes back onto her boyfriend, giving him a regretful look.

“Sorry about her, too.” She told him.

“It’s no problem.” Adam said. A moment of silence passed, with Adam’s eyes roaming around Jenakka’s dorm room. Jenakka wanted to try and imagine what he was thinking, but the prospect made her anxious. So she simply waited. Finally, he spoke again. “So… I’m here.”

Jenakka stepped closer, hesitant but hopeful. She allowed herself a tiny smile.

“Does… does that mean you have an answer for us?”

Adam nodded.

“I spent a long time thinking last night.” Her boyfriend started. Jenakka tried to parse the tone of his voice, but the words came from his lips level and even. “Thinking about you. About us. I’d be lying if I said these last few months weren’t some of the best of my life.”

Another moment of silence. Jenakka drank in the lines of Adam’s face, watching him clench and unclench his jaw. She bit her lip, waiting.

“Growing up, I was always afraid that I’d never be as strong or as handsome or as skilled as my older brothers.” Adam spoke again, his brow furrowing as a sliver of discomfort weaved into his words. “I always questioned my worth as a man. Until I met you.”

Jenakka’s heart ached for him. She moved even closer, close enough that she could enjoy his scent again. On instinct, she darted forward and kissed him softly. The taste of his lips was quite welcome after the doubt and worry that plagued her last night. And surely Adam found the affection pleasing. He did not push her away.

The clan scholar pulled back after a time, sighing.

“I never cared if you were a fourth son. I wouldn’t have cared if you were the fortieth. I love you, Adam.” Jenakka spoke those words with her entire heart and spirit. She could only pray that her human would truly listen.

“But you still kept the truth from me.” He answered in a cool tone.

Jenakka winced. She averted her eyes from his for a moment. Was it shame? Regret? Embarrassment? Or all of them at once?

“I was waiting for the right time to tell you. But no moment ever felt right.” It was the truth. But Jenakka feared – no, she knew it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t told Adam about her intentions for batman escort him. For her clan. The fault for the resulting mess belonged to her and her alone.

Jenakka knew Adam was the understanding type. But was he the forgiving type? She could only hope.

“Do you have an answer or did you come here to waste more of our time?” Sayla’s sharp voice cleaved through their intimate moment.

Jenakka whipped her head around to shoot her sister a withering glare. A venomous retort bubbled up in her throat, ready to spew. But then Adam broke into a flat chuckle.

“Wow.” He said to Sayla, deep laughs rumbling in his chest. “You are a real piece of work.”

Sayla only gave a rude gesture in response. Jenakka felt a flash of anger, but it was tempered by the fact that Adam almost certainly had no idea what it meant.

“She’s always been like that.” Jenakka murmured into her boyfriend’s neck.

Adam chuckled again. Jenakka took it as a good sign. Next, he pulled away some so that he could look her in the eyes.

“I can… understand how your situation might have been awkward. I don’t like it, but I get it. If you told me about the clan stuff from the start, I might have just blown you off as a loony.” Adam pressed his lips into a line, appearing to consider his next words. “Being your clan’s chieftain… I take it that this is a big responsibility…”

Jenakka’s heart soared. He wasn’t refusing her outright. And that was enough for her. She jumped on the opening, seizing the opportunity as her clan-mother taught her.

“You wouldn’t need to carry that whole weight by yourself.” She insisted, clutching his hands tightly in hers. Her thumbs brushed over his knuckles, gentle and loving. “G’Kalis is a small clan, but you’d still have five of us to help you understand and perform your duties.”

Adam quirked his lips, weighing her answer in his head. He gave a short nod.

“That’s… good to hear, I suppose. And the extra free time will probably help, too.”

Jenakka blinked. She held her breath.

“What do you mean?” She asked cautiously. She needed to hear him say it.

Adam gave her a faint grin. He breathed in deeply through his nose.

“I got an email this morning.” Her tall, strapping human started, his grin widening some. “From the university administration. After that whole deal with Miss Daggers last night, I was afraid I was going to face some disciplinary action.”

“They didn’t blame you for that, did they?” Jenakka winced as the chaos from the arena flashed in her head.

“No. Turns out the email wasn’t about that tourney stuff at all. I’ve been exempt.” Adam gave her an incredulous look. “From all of my classes until spring. Special clan privileges, apparently. Clan members get excused from course work if they have spiritual rites that require their attention.”

Jenakka reeled back, bewildered. Why would Adam have special clan privileges…

Oh.

Realization struck her like a mace to the back of her head. The clan scholar turned and gave Sayla an accusing look. But the eldest daughter of G’Kalis appeared as baffled as any of them.

“Don’t look at me.” Sayla said, shrugging. “I only came here to initiate my chieftain trial.”

Jenakka narrowed her eyes, looking from Sayla to Adam. She only had to think for a moment before an answer presented itself to her. The only answer that made any sense, at least.

“Matriarch Hera.” Jenakka whispered. She looked into Adam’s eyes, hoping he was following along. He nodded back to her and she took it as a good sign. “Our clan-mother. She must have registered you as our chieftain already. Either her or Akari.”

“How?” Adam didn’t seem shocked or offended, only confused. Jenakka couldn’t blame him. These last several hours or so had completely turned his life into some absurdist comedy.

“I might have sent my clan your personal information.” Jenakka winced as she said it. A sour look crossed Adam’s face. She gave her boyfriend an apologetic look. “I just thought they wanted to know more about you! I’ll fix it. We’ll fix it! Sayla and I, we’ll head back to our clan and we’ll clear all this up! I promise!”

“We’re all going.” Adam told her. Jenakka was taken aback for a moment. She felt the urge to ask him to elaborate on what that meant. But the look in his blue eyes told her everything. And deep in her heart, Jenakka G’Kalis felt jubilation. Her boyfriend… her chieftain turned his eyes to Sayla, his words hammering out like black iron.

“If I’m going to be your clan’s chieftain, then it’s time I met the rest of you.”

– – –

9.

“Doing good back there?”

It was a tic he had picked up from his dad. A silly question to ask, considering the woman he was asking. Sayla G’Kalis didn’t seem like a woman content to be in the back seat.

And yet in the back she sits, Adam thought with the faintest of grins.

He didn’t consider himself a particularly vengeful man, but watching the gray she-orc stew silently through the rear-view window… She had gotten him disqualified from his tournament, after all.

Sayla might have been the reckless sort, but she was no fool. She must have picked up on the faint amusement in Adam’s voice, because her answer came heated.

The Fourth Afternoon

On the way back to the cave, her mind was ablaze. The first, best choice was surgery. Of course, that wasn’t an option. Even if the Arcturans would allow her a field-hospital-quality surgical set-up, she had never done anythingthisextensive. This would require a full-fledged trauma team. She wasn’t about to let him die, whatever the Arcturans might find ‘entertaining’. That left one other option.

She lay him face-down on the ledge next to the waterfall and pulled the rest of the arrow out of his torso. The bleeding was steady, not arterial. They were lucky in that respect. There was an ample supply of the latest liquid bandage material in the medical kit. It was waterproof, which was exactly what she would need now. She applied it liberally to both wounds. While she was waiting for it to set, she withdrew the hypodermic, rubber tube, bandage strip and sterile swipes from the med kit. She looked down at her forearm, still not believing she was going to go through with this.

Giselle tied off her bicep with the tube, swabbed the inside of her elbow, selected a good vein and inserted the needle. She drew off two CC’s, then applied the bandage strip over the puncture. She upended the syringe, tapped it a couple of times to dislodge any air bubbles, then slowly eased the plunger up until the blood beaded at the tip. Capping it, she repeated the procedure of finding a vein on Geoff’s arm.

Giselle picked up the hypodermic once more and uncapped it. She stared at the syringe of what could only be described as pure poison, then at Geoff’s unconscious form. His life was on the line; it wasthisor certain death. She sighed deeply, realizing there might not be a difference. “God forgive me,” she muttered. Then, she injected him. After applying liquid bandage to the tiny puncture wound. She eased his body into the frigid waters of the pool under the waterfall. Making certain his face would not slip beneath the surface, she sat down on the ledge next to him – and waited for the ordeal to begin.

His forehead was warm to the touch within ten minutes.So quickly! That couldn’t be a good sign. She would have no idea how high the fever would run, but…. The digital thermometer materialized on the ledge next to her right hand.The Arcturans! Bless their black little hearts. They couldn’t have any idea what she was doing to him, but they had seen her repeatedly feeling his forehead and were playing the perfect little Yuppie facilitators. They must be loving this; the helpless female’s last, desperate, feeble attempt to save her mate.Laugh it up, Furballs. You will be choking on it soon enough.The thermometer already read one-oh-one-point-two. Oh, if only it would stop there!She knew better than that. This was only the beginning.

After one hour, the thermometer read one-oh-three-point-three. Geoff was going up like a five-alarm-fire. She hoped the chilled pool would be enough to hold him together. Giselle herself had topped off at one-oh-six-point-five, butshehad been packed in ice. Ice? Well, why not? She dragged him out of the pool and onto the ledge.

“Hydrogen Oxide, zero degrees Celsius, two hundred kilograms in one-point-two-five centimeter cubes.”

Never let it be said the Arcturans didn’t appreciate a good joke. The mountain of ice appeared on the ledge next to Geoff’s inert form. She started shoving the cubes over him

Eight hours in. He was at one-oh-six-point-six.Stay calm, Giselle. Brain damage doesn’t begin until one-oh-seven-point-six. She had already replenished the ice once and would continue doing so as long as the Arcturans would give it to her. She sang to him. She recited poetry: Keats, Dickenson, Shelley, Elizabeth and Robert Browning, and her personal favorite, Robert Frost.

Two roads diverged in the yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as long as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth….

Fourteen hours. One-oh-seven-point-two. She remembered the reports. Swifty Pike had tried so hard to keep the wording clinical, unemotional. Thirty-six attempts. Thirty-six catastrophic failures. Thirty-six brave volunteers. Soldiers. Marines. A couple of SEALs. All gone. The process had required anywhere from forty-eight to seventy-two hours to run its course. Each had spiked between one-oh-nine and one-thirteen. Thirty-two had died outright.Crispy Critters. They had been the lucky ones. The other four had survived the transition – at least, theirbodieshad. Swifty Pike was one of the most decent human beings it had ever been her privilege to meet. He had ordered the four euthanized. All thirty-six had been autopsied, of course, then buried with full military honors.

Sheknew how to make it work. Despite her credentials, the others were disinclined to follow her recommendations. So, she had worked artvin escort alone – and became Number Thirty-Seven. General Pike told her later he had almost stroked out when he found her on the lab floor with the syringe still in her hand. But she had been different;waydifferent. She was way outside the testing parameters. Her numbers had been way different too; nowhere near the other thirty-six. In the end, she had been different in the only respect that really mattered; eighteen hours in, she woke up intact.

Eighteen hours. One-oh-seven-point-four.The spike was slowing!That had to behopeful, wasn’t it? Geoff’s case was different, too. He had been spared the full wrath of the serum itself, having received her antibodies instead. That hadto make a difference! She talked to him. She told him of her childhood, the glories of her misspent, misbegotten, over-the-top youth. She told him of the Proms she had never attended, the romances she had never had, the relationships that never were, all because she had wanted tobe somebody – who, in the end, she wasn’t.

She begged him, pleaded with him, promised she would be his “Queen, consort, or concubine, however he would have her”, fuck his brains out every day of her life and count herselfblessedfor the opportunity, just please, please,don’t give up on her!She had a gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach she was going to lose him. Without him there to hold her, she already felt so alone.

Twenty-two hours. She had been awake the past thirty-four. Fatigue, anxiety, and stress had taken their toll. Her vision was swimming. She had long since run out of intelligent things to say. Now she was reduced to nursery rhymes and limericks.

There once was a man from Nantucket….

She glanced again at the thermometer for the… thousandth?… ten-thousandth time? She couldn’t even focus on the digital readout anymore. She blinked several times, trying to force her eyes to tear. Finally, her vision settled down enough to make out the numbers: one-oh-seven-point…four?She shook her head. She must be delirious. She looked again. One-oh-seven-point-four.Don’t get cocky, Giselle! It could be a plateau. The others went three times as long. For the second time that day – twice more than in the past four decades – Giselle René Du Mont prayed.

Twenty-three hours. She was on auto-pilot now. She was sitting cross-legged on the ledge, his head in her lap. She was stroking his fevered forehead with one hand, just looking, hoping for the best, fearing the worst. She looked again at the thermometer, her best friend and worst enemy in this or any other lifetime.

One-oh-seven-point-two!

She started rocking back and forth, big, fat, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.Thank you, God! Thank you!She hoped God reallywouldforgive her for pretending to be Him. She looked down at Geoffrey’s comatose form.

“Welcome toProject Lorelei, My Love. The Few. The Proud. The Damned.”

She hoped, one day,he would find it in his heart to forgive her, too. That would have to wait. They weren’t out of the woods, yet. He still had towake up.She gently lay his head down on the ledge, then stretched out next to him. She was asleep in moments, holding his hand.

Geoffrey opened his eyes in the late evening of the fifth day. Though sound asleep, Giselle felt his hand flick and awoke with a start. She sat up, lifted his head into her lap, and began stroking his forehead. His fever had gone down dramatically. She had to find out if the fever had caused any impairment.

“Hi, Tiger. How are you feeling?”

“Better than you look. Giselle, you are amess!”

“I love you, too. Geoffrey, be a dear and tell me the square root of eighty-one.”

“Excuse me?”

“The square root of eighty-one, Geoffrey. Surely you know it.”

“Of course I do. It’s… nine. So what?”

“So what, indeed. What is the capital of Zaire?”

“Uh,Kinshasa, and haven’t they gone back to calling it the Republic of Congo?”

“They have, indeed. Now, listen carefully:
At the hole where he went in
Red-eye called to Wrinkle-skin.
Hear what little Red-eye saith:
Finish it, Geoffrey.”

“Huh?”

“Finish the quote, Geoffrey.”

“I can’t.”

Giselle slipped her hands through the remains of the ice and gripped his shoulders tightly.

“This is important, Geoffrey. Kipling.Rikki Tikki Tavi. Finish the quote.”

“I just told you, I can’t.”

Her heart sank. They had beenso close. He sounded normal enough. How extensivewas the damage?

“Please try, just for me.”

“Giselle, I really don’t know what this is all about and Ireallyhate to disappoint you, but I never memorizedRikki Tikki Tavi. I thought I was doing well with Robert Frost.Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both….”

He aydın escort couldn’t fathom how reciting poetry – American poetry at that – would make her laugh and cry at the same time. He really didn’t think he would ever understand her.

“Erm, Giselle? Why am I lying in a puddle of ice water? It’s…a little cold.”

She cleared away the remaining ice and helped him slowly to his feet. He would be disoriented and weak as a kitten; she knew that. She looked…up into his eyes. As nearly as she could estimate, Geoff was about three inches taller anda lot broader. He wasn’t bulky; he was really toned, well-defined, like a decathlete. Back in California, they would call himripped. There wasn’t a hint of what had previously been the near-mortal wound; not even a scar.That was Lorelei for you; better things for better living through biochemistry.

“Wow,” she gasped.

He followed the direction of her eyes to his physique – and couldn’t believe his own eyes.

“Wow,” he choked. “Giselle, whathappenedto me? We were in the forest, escaping the Golganthans. I felt this incredibly sharp, burning pain right here, then I blacked out. I don’t even remember returning to the cave, much less the Grotto. Now this. And I still have so many questions about you, too. I don’t wish to sound paranoid, but….”

Giselle pressed one hand softly to his lips.

“My Love, I owe you so much more than answers, but not here, not now. I’m famished and I’m fairly certain you could eat a horse about now.”

“Well, since you mention it…yes,” he admitted.

Giselle helped him with his shower, taking it slowly. He rinsed off, then swam a bit to stretch his muscles at her direction. After toweling him off, she helped him up the stairs. A just-requisitioned set of fatigues awaited him, sized for his changed dimensions.

“The Praetor has been generous in our clothing allowance,” Giselle cooed. “I thought it might be nice to ‘dress’ for dinner; something clean, at least. Now, if I could impose upon you, I will ask you to get started on dinner while I shower. Prepare more than one for yourself. Your body needs the nourishment right now. I know, it’s the same old ‘TV dinners’, but I’ll see if I can add a little pizzazz to it. Will that be satisfactory?”

“Why couldn’t you have just showered and dressed with me?” he inquired.

She pursed her lips and smiled coquettishly.

“Indulge me.”

*****

He smelled her essence before she appeared. He hadn’t really been aware that he knew the scent of her so well. Something new had been added to the mix.Perfume?

“Geoffrey?”

He turned – and gasped at the sight of her. The deep-blue gown fit her like a second skin. It had a halter neck, deeply plunging front, and no back above her lower ribs. The gown accentuated the tuck of her tiny waist and sweep of her full, flaring hips and bum. The skirt then swept straight to the floor. The long front slit showed glimpses of her stockinged legs and high-heel-sandal-shod feet. A multi-tiered diamond-and-sapphire necklace encircled her throat. It was accentuated by matching pendant earrings and a multi-stranded bracelet on her left wrist. Her upswept hair and makeup could have come from the cover ofVogue.

She came to him and rested her right hand lightly on his shoulder. She gently cupped his slack jaw in her left hand and closed it. Then, the vision stepped back and twirled around for his inspection.

“Will I do?” she asked demurely.

“You didn’t tell me this would be a black tie affair,” Geoff chided. “I feel underdressed.”

“Not yet,” Giselle cooed. “That comes later.”

It took Geoff a minute to collect his senses. He was able to form a one-word question.

“How?”

Giselle’s smile widened a notch.

“When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping – with a little help from our Arcturan hosts. The Praetor confirmed my initial assessment of this tournament was correct. At this moment, the Arcturans are getting into this as much asyou.”

“What about…?”, Geoff began, pointing at the brilliant gems at her ears and throat. Giselle smiled coquettishly.

“Oh, Honey, it don’t mean a thing if you ain’t got thatbling. Doo-wop-doo-wop-doo-wop.”

“Excuse me?”

Giselle giggled.

“Nothing. Just another of my archaic references. Judging from the boxes, I would say Harry Winston is going to be screaming Bloody Murder any time now. I haven’t done the ‘star turn’ in a while and I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather do it for. It’s not…too much,is it? I could always change back into my fatigues.”

“DON’T YOU DARE, GISELLE DU MONT!”

The eight-hundred-pound gorilla found his voice and manners at last. He stepped next to her and offered his arm.

“I decided earlier we shall dine al frescothis evening. Our table awaits.”

Giselle balıkesir escort slipped her arm through his.

“Yes, Milord. As you command.”

Their ‘table’ was a large flat-topped rock outside the cave entrance. Two smaller flanking rocks served as ‘chairs’. The cuisine was Spartan at best, but the company never noticed. A few minutes into the meal, Giselle excused herself from her host, begging that she had forgotten the ‘pizzazz’ she had promised earlier. Geoffrey stared at her incredulously.

“There ismore?”

She smiled, winked, then disappeared into the cave. The platinum-tressed heartthrob returning ten minutes later, a wide smile on her lips.

“Time to drop the Big One,” she murmured.

She delicately laid the aluminum cylinder on the table between their place settings. Geoff was in complete shock.

“Here? NOW? How do we….”

The fabulous blonde shushed him, held the cylinder’s middle with one hand and unscrewed an end with the other. After removing the cap, she tilted the cylinder, removed its contents, and handed it to her host.

“Would Milord do the honors?” she inquired.

At that point, Geoffrey would not at all have been shocked if the bottle had been labeled : Plutonium – Handle With Extreme Care. Instead, it read:

Comtes de Champagne Taittinger 1992
Brut ChampagneBlanc de Blancs

He stared at Giselle, a smirk on his face.

“The most destructive force known to Humankind?”

She shrugged her shoulders a little bit and smiled demurely.

“Self-indulgence. Not exactly what the doctor would order right now, but he doesn’t make cave calls.”

She unscrewed the cylinder’s other end and extracted two cut crystal flutes.

“Araglin by Waterford,” she observed. I don’t have many nice things, but this seemed to be the right occasion for these. I try to plan foranycontingency.”

Geoffrey simply shook his head in disbelief and uncorked the champagne.

They dined under the stars in the middle of a war zone and cared for nothing but each other and the moment. There were many questions to ask and be answered, but neither was willing to shatter the mood by bringing them up. When they had eaten their fill, they simply held hands, sipped champagne, stared into each other’s eyes and made small talk, as lovers and those soon to be have always done. At last, Geoff had to express what was on his mind.

“Giselle, this has been the most amazing evening of the most amazing five days of my life. There are so many questions I would like to ask….”

She steeled herself for what would come next.

“… butwon’t, owing to certain exigencies we have already discussed.”

He cast his eyes upwards. She silently mouthed the words “Thank you.”

“I know something happened to me yesterday, and I believe it was something bad. But I am here, alive, and healthier than I have ever been before….”

“Here, here,” Giselle cooed, and clinked her flute against his.

“… and I know I have you to thank once again,” he continued. “There is something I need to know. This tournament will not last forever – and wewillwin it. What will become of us?”

“Us?” she inquired.

“Yes, as in ‘you and me’,” he confirmed. “I want very much for there to be an ‘us’. I can’t bear the thought of you walking out of my life and disappearing forever.”

She swallowed hard.

“I want that more than words can express,” she admitted. “Having said that, I don’t think it can ever happen.”

“Why not?” he inquired, astonished.

Geoffrey, if your name was Joe Grabowski and you were a plumber from the northwest side of Chicago, no one wouldcarewhom you took up with – except perhaps Mother Grabowski. No girl would be good enough for her little boy.

“The point is, you arenotJoe Grabowski, and there are people whocare very muchwhom you bring home to ‘meet the folks’. They believe it is their God-given duty to ‘assist’ you in choosing the right girl. She will be investigated, analyzed, scrutinized, sanitized, and vetted at sixteen different levels. Once married, she will be expected to bear you an heir and a spare, then fade back into the woodwork, to be trotted out on all the appropriate state occasions and photo ops.

“Can you seeme passingany of those tests? Can you honestly see themaccepting me? I am an American, commoner, soldier and spy – and that is just thetip of the iceberg. Yes, I am housebroken, can carry an intelligent conversation and know which fork to use, but as to the rest…. We have been together five days. Youstill really don’t know anything about me. By the time we get home, you may not want to.”

“Just tell me you don’t want me and I will leave it alone, “ Geoff replied softly. Giselle’s eyes teared anew.

“I can’t do that, either. I have already told you I want you very much – more than I have wanted anything in this life or any other.”

“Then we shall find a way to make this work,” he avowed. “As for the Palace, we will just have to work on them. After all, Iam the ‘eight-hundred-pound gorilla’.”

“This would take a thousand-poundgorilla.”

“I will make this work if I have to go directly my grandparents and plead your case.”