A Paladin’s War Ch. 14

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A PALADIN’S WAR

CHAPTER 14

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Bar’vanaya

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Smythe hobbled through the sprawling camp as fast as he could manage, using Lightbringer as a crutch, grounding the greatsword’s point in place of his missing leg. All around him, Dwarves scrambled to secure tents and weapon racks and picket lines against the rising winds coming out of the north. Smythe evaded them all, keeping his vala suppressed and his head down, though the latter was hardly necessary; nobody noticed a cripple.

He needed to be away from them all, away from Elaina and Elsa and everyone. He needed time to think, to get his head right. At least, that was what he was telling himself. You know what you’re going away to do, a sad voice in his head told him. You might as well admit it to yourself.

He cursed as a particularly sharp gust of wind pushed him off balance, forcing him to his good knee. He knelt for a moment, leaning on the sword. Never in his life had he felt helpless, even before his powers had manifested, but now any of these Dwarven soldiers scurrying about could best him. Shit, maybe even the cooks could.

Gritting his teeth, he forced through his fatigue and stood again, determined to get out of the camp. Careful to keep his bond with Elsa muted, he resumed his awkward gait. The afternoon sky above dimmed as thick clouds overtook the sun. There was no point staying to help; he was one of those who needed help, not one who could give it. That fact banded his chest with iron. Face hard, he pressed on, not noticing when the Dwarves who thought to offer him a hand shied away from his expression.

He was out of the camp a few minutes later, heading south toward the Emerin Forest, so engrossed in his own bitterness that he gave no thought to the fact the storm never arrived. There was a powerful surge of vala, too, as if every arohim in the camp was doing something at once, but whatever was happening, they could do it without him. His own vala beckoned to him, wanting to join the others pulsing back at camp, and offering him some strength despite his weakened condition, but he ignored it. What was the point now? A small part of his mind offered responses to that thought, good ones, but he shoved them away. Those were hope playing tricks on him. They weren’t real, not like a missing leg.

He hobbled along for two miles through the grass, mostly trampled flat by the recent passage of the army. His occasional glances behind showed nobody was following him. Good. As he was passing beneath a small stand of pine trees – a collection of a dozen or so that somehow hadn’t been flattened by storms – a familiar figure stepped out from behind one. He stopped at once.

Tall and darkly beautiful, Vayani watched him, brilliant green eyes moving over his form. Her head tilted when her gaze landed where his right leg used to be. Despite his sour mood, Smythe couldn’t help but look her over. Her only covering was a series of vines sprouting pretty flowers in pinks and blues and yellows that wound about her round, soft limbs and across her forehead as if they’d grown there naturally. Her hair was a vibrant carpet of long, green grasses. She looked exactly as she had when he’d first met her, except now there was a distinct roundness to her belly that had not been there before.

She put a hand on that bump as she swayed toward him, and a bosom that rivalled Elaina’s shifted in time with her steps. Shoots bloomed from beneath the carpet of dead pine needles on the ground, spreading away from her feet when they landed.

As lovely as she was to behold, Smythe wished the Queen of the Forests had chosen a better time. Grimacing more with embarrassment than effort, he knelt respectfully. Or at least, he tried to, but thick vines shot from the ground and wound around him, gently forcing him erect. The vines weren’t tight; they supported him more than anything. They lifted him up higher, so he was suspended a few feet above the ground as Vayani stopped in front of him. The way she was holding him like this made him think of the last time they’d been together. She hadn’t exactly forced herself on him, but had Smythe not wanted her attentions, he doubted the outcome would have been any different. Still, stunning as she was, he felt no love for her. Some affection, maybe, some desire for her beauty, but she was so alien that the very notion seemed impractical.

Her eyes were fixed on his stump, hidden beneath the dangling leg of his breeches that flapped impotently in the wind. “You fatih escort are injured,” she observed, touching the place where his leg ended just above the knee. The sighing, breezy quality to her voice was almost soothing.

Smythe bit back a sharp reply. Best not to upset her. Just because she was carrying his child did not mean she wouldn’t take umbrage to disrespect. “Yes,” was all he said.

Her eyes found his. “How? You are not easy prey, arohim.”

Smythe didn’t want to answer. The last thing he wanted was to relive what had happened. His own stupidity, and the steep price of it. How many thousands were dead? His leg was the least of it. Despite his feelings, his mouth started moving, and the words spilled out. Vayani’s face grew hard, and by the end, her full lips were pressed together so tightly they were white instead of brown. Eyes the colour of spring grass flashed threateningly. Smythe almost opened his vala to try and protect himself, but the vines around him didn’t tighten; she wasn’t angry at him.

“Enough!” she snapped, cutting him off. She closed her eyes and faced the sky, the dark clouds from earlier were now dissipating, oddly enough. Sunshine broke through from the west at that moment, bathing them in the gold-orange light of late afternoon. “Too long have I sat aside,” Vayani said softly, as if to herself. “Too long.”

When she looked at Smythe again, he felt very glad he was not the source of what he saw in those eyes. Even with his vala suppressed, he sensed her emotion. Deep, colossal wrath. Something was about to happen. Something momentous.

“You will not do what you intended, this day,” she told him, her face impassive. “The land needs you, arohim. I will not allow it.”

Smythe realised she was talking about the thing he had not yet admitted to himself. He had been running away to die. Falling on his own sword was a far more honourable death than wasting away as a cripple, always on the sidelines, never in the fight. He sighed. It would have been so easy, just finding a quiet place and falling forward, letting Lightbringer pierce his heart. He would have released Elsa first, of course, so she would not have felt the pain of his death. “I cannot fight,” he told Vayani. “Look at me!” He was angry, he realised. And he had just shouted at a world guardian. Well, if he wanted death, she could do it just as well as his sword.

“This,” she flicked a hand at his stump dismissively, “is nothing.” The vines around him changed, winding around his severed leg. He watched wide-eyed as green shoots sprung forth from those vines, braiding together and taking shape. They solidified into something impossible, something he had not dared to dream about. Heavy bark spread across the new growth, smooth yet hard, and pale like his skin.

“I…” words were lost to him as Vayani lowered him, until his feet touched the ground. His feet! From his thigh, something had grown to replace what was lost, made of vines and bark. He tested his weight on it, feeling the strength and flex he’d had before, perhaps even more.

“He is called Bar’vanaya,” Vayani said, watching him try out his new foot. “He is strong, and loyal, and will always grow back if cut off or damaged.” The way she was talking about the appendage meant it was its own creature, alive.

“Vayani,” Smythe breathed, “thank you.” This time he did kneel, before she could stop him.

“You were foolish to think your life was forfeit,” she said. “Perhaps Bar’vanaya will help you realise the truth.”

Smythe nodded, bowing his head, feeling no small amount of shame. He had almost thrown his life away for nothing. He owed a great debt to Elaina, Elsa, all of them. When he raised his head, Vayani was striding away into the trees. She vanished behind the trunk of a pine. He didn’t bother to follow her; she was already long gone.

“Wouldn’t want to be a bloody Herald today,” he muttered as he pushed himself to his feet. Wasting no time, he took up his sword and hurried back to camp.

Rodric Eames stood in his spacious square tent, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinched tightly to the bridge of his nose. Through the yellow canvas walls, he could hear the urgent but concise orders being shouted as Heralds erected the rest of the camp in the late afternoon. After the colossal blunder near Ironshire, he’d pushed his soldiers hard, urging them north as fast as they could without killing the horses.

His hand trembled as he lowered it from his face and opened his eyes. Fire and fury, he was tired, but thankfully alone in the tent that served as both a headquarters and his personal space. A small collapsible desk and chair sat against one wall, and a larger round table in the centre where maps were spread, the corners held down by small marble figurines of men and horses, their polished surfaces glimmering escort bayanlar in the light of the lanterns hanging from hooks above.

Despite his resolve not to look at the map again, his weary eyes wandered that way. A small cluster of yellow stones marked his force, due east of Maralon and heading north, aimed for the Dawnguard. Behind, a few leagues to the south, a much larger force was marked with a spread of multi-coloured stones. Ahead of the yellow was another spread of black stones, not as large as the coloured one, but still enough to cause worry.

It had been such a beautiful plan. His name would have been sung among Heralds for generations to come; the Lord Captain who had outmaneuvered Dwarves and Elves and arohim and pinned a tide of darkspawn to the southern Dawnwall, ready for slaughter. His only choice now was to move west and take refuge in Maralon or be swept aside by the army approaching from the south. There was at least one point of solace in all this: his efforts in the Northguard were proving fruitful. More than a dozen arohim in custody at last report. A dozen! He had never hoped for so many. Despite the grimness of the day, he smiled.

A scream from out in the camp brought his head up from the map. Had someone had an accident? There was another yell, frightened, and another, then a chorus coming from every direction. Had their enemy already crossed all that distance from the south? Cursing, he hurried to the tent entrance and pushed the flap open. Violent, impossible chaos greeted him. Everywhere he looked, vines were shooting from the ground, whipping at his men, snaring their arms, legs, necks. Those vines had thorns, and red bloomed wherever the vines found flesh.

Men and horses ran in every direction, terrified. Heralds brave enough to stand and fight were quickly felled by the deadly tendrils. What demon’s magic was this? “Hold, you cowards!” he shouted above the din. “Fight!” One soldier skidded to a halt a few feet away from Eames, his eyes wide with fear in his youthful face. Still, he turned and drew his sword, searching for something to attack. A sturdy vine snaked from behind Eames’ tent and took the boy around the neck. There was a snap, and he fell limply to the ground.

With an oath, Eames darted from the tent and ran through the camp. If he could get to a horse… The neat and orderly rows of yellow tents were now in a shambles, many collapsed or halfway to it. His hopes of escape were smashed as he saw the ten-foot wall of blackthorn bushes rolling slowly over the camp. A glance behind showed him the same; a ring of spiky death, fencing in any who might evade the vines. His stomach turned as he saw yellow-cloaked figures caught inside those bushes, struggling against the thorns as their skin was cut to ribbons.

A vine wound around Eames’ throat, constricting. He gasped for air as his eyes bulged, his fingers scrabbling against the knotted vine, gouging themselves on the thorns. His vision darkened quickly, but not before he saw the face of a beautiful, brown-skinned woman with hair of brilliant green.

Aran fell out of the night sky, hitting the ground with a thud, bending to take the force of his landing with one hand braced against the hard-packed earth in the village square of Korrin, his birthplace. Squat, thatch-roofed houses surrounded the square that was filled with long tables during feasts and celebrations, though none were here now. He righted himself, dusting his hand on his breeches as he turned a slow circle. The village was deserted, as he had expected. Most of the other villages and farms across the Sorral Plain would be the same. His vala told him no souls remained here, and thankfully, there were no dead bodies. His shoulders relaxed a little; by some miracle, the darkspawn had not come here.

Nostalgia filled him as he walked from the square and up the small lane that led to his old house. His mother’s marigolds were still there, in the front garden behind the low stone fence. With a sense of both fondness and sadness, he pushed the gate open and took the few steps along the narrow garden path to the front door.

Inside was just as he remembered; a cozy front room with a fireplace on the right wall, a round timber table with four matching chairs almost directly in front of him. The kitchen was opposite the front door, the curtains above the small window looking out onto the back yard shifting slightly in the breeze. The two bedrooms were down a short hallway on the left. The house was empty, quiet, as if all the life had been drained from it.

His memories were alive, however. He could see them as if they were happening before him right now. His mother, standing before the hearth and lecturing him over playing with the fire and nearly setting the house alight. The corner where he used to play with his toys. He and his mother çapa escort eating their meals together at the table. He searched the house while he reminisced, looking for a clue as to his mother’s whereabouts. She was a thoughtful woman; she would have left him something to follow. Unless she didn’t want you to. The thought was discomfiting, and he pushed it aside as he poked around his bedroom, looking for a note, or something to point him in a direction. His vala was not much help; more useful for finding living things than small items like pieces of paper.

Neither was his inner sense of direction offering any clarity; for a change, there was no pull in his gut trying to drag him somewhere. Where did you go, mother? he asked silently as he sat at the round table. He placed his hands on the surface, noticing the thin layer of dust. Mari had been gone some time; she never could stand any dust in her house. That’s when he sensed it, so tiny he missed it before. Pushing his chair back a little, he felt with his fingers along the underside. There were words carved shallowly in the wood.

Please don’t follow. Important.

Shaking his head, he stood. Every instinct was telling him to do the opposite, to find her, but Mari Sunblade was no fool; if she didn’t want to be followed, she must have her reasons. Taking one last look around his old home, Aran walked back outside, carefully closing the front door behind him. “Well, so much for that idea,” he muttered to himself as he stared up at the night sky above. “I hope you are safe, mother. I will see you soon.” The myriad stars twinkled back at him as if asking him what he was to do next.

The notion made him think for a moment. The Druids were on their way to join the Orcs, who were themselves on the way to the main force further west. It was an army of proportions unseen for a thousand years, but was it enough? Aran had seen Maloth’s greatships in amathani. If Maloth had enough fighters to fill those ships, the outcome of the impending battle was uncertain, even without the Titans on Maloth’s side.

No. It had to be enough. Sadani was on the side of good, as was Ranada. They would make worlds of difference. His next destination suddenly became clear to him, and a fond smile crossed his face. It was time to visit his people; it had been far too long.

Smythe lay on the bed in the big tent the arohim used as something of a quarters, a place to meet and talk privately when necessary. Staring up at the peaked roof above, he breathed deeply, the rising of his chest lifting the heads of Amina and Elaina where they rested against him, each woman nestled beneath one of his arms. If only life could be this way all the time, he thought contentedly as he softly stroked the silky skin in the hollows of their waists.

In the five days since Vayani had mended his leg, his energy had returned to its full strength, as had his lust for life. Such a fool he’d been. He’d vowed never to repeat that mistake, even if he lost his other leg and never got it back. Also in those five days, the army had moved further north on its inexorable march toward Maralon, the last city south of the Northguard. From here, it was maybe a day’s hard ride to Maralon, though an army this size travelled much slower.

Sensing movement outside the tent, he sat up, careful not to disturb the women, though it was futile; they awoke immediately, sitting up beside him.

“What is it?” Elaina asked drowsily as the tent flap was pushed open directly in front of them. Noah entered, offering a quick bow in respect, probably more for Amina than anyone else, but the bushy-bearded hunter could be very formal sometimes.

“The scouts found something unusual,” Noah said at once, keeping his voice low. “Not far north of here. I investigated myself and… Well, I’m not sure what to think.”

“What is it?” Amina enquired, echoing Elaina, her sapphire eyes glinting softly in the low light from a lantern hanging nearby.

Noah hesitated. “I think perhaps you’d best come take a look, Priestess.”

An hour later, Smythe, Elaina, Noah and Amina drew rein at the crest of a small rise as they reached Noah’s destination. Smythe stared incredulously down into a shallow hollow, a bowl in the earth with a nearby stream that would have made an ideal campsite for a moderate force, except for the fact it appeared to be filled with brambles, a giant mound thirty feet high and ten times as wide.

“What in-” Elaina cut herself off short as she opened her vala. Smythe and Amina did the same as Noah heeled his mount way, off to scout the area further. “Are those blackthorn bushes?” All three arohim felt into the mound at the same time, and they gasped as one. There were bodies in that monstrous tangle. Thousands of them. Judging by the state of the corpses, they had not died quickly.

“I think we’ve finally caught up to the Heralds,” Amina said quietly. She glanced at Smythe thoughtfully, then her eyes flicked down to his new leg. “It would seem your new friend has done us a service, Henley.” After a moment, she added, “If a grim one.”

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A Night with the King

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Hello all. This is my first story here. Hopefully I will grow as a writer from this. I hope you all love it. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I did not have an editor read over it.

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“Move along! No dawdling!”

The guard prodded my back with the butt of his sword. Holding back a snarl, I continued walking closer and closer to the throne room of the king of Andolin. I had been sent with four others to assassinate the king and his court. Our contact had said that he would not be so heavily guarded.

We were mistaken. The traitor had sold us out. When we arrived in the woods surrounding the king’s castle, we were ambushed. My companions managed to escape; I had not been so lucky.

Once more, the guard’s sword connected with the middle of my back, lurching me forward. Ahead, two guards pushed open the massive oaken doors. The guard and I passed through them. No sooner had we done so, did they close behind us. The guard grabbed my collar, pushing my head down and forcing me to walk straight ahead.

We stopped before a set of stairs. I looked up slightly, my view partially obscured by my blond bangs. I could only see the marble stairs, and a pair of brown leather boots at the top of them. “Kneel before your king!” The guard pushed me forcefully to my knees.

I slammed to the ground, bracing myself from falling flat on my face with my bound hands. The guard fell to kneel beside me. “You are dismissed. Leave the girl.” I heard the guard shuffle to his feet before leaving the room. A few moments passed, yet I dared not lift my gaze. It would do me no good to have my head roll before I could complete my mission.

“How many more of you are there?” The king’s footsteps echoed in the empty room as he descended the stairs to stand before me. “Well? Speak.” I raised my gaze slightly, taking notice of how his hand rested on the hilt of his ornate sword. No doubt he was a masterful swordsman.

He unsheathed his sword, placing the flat of the blade under my chin, forcing my gaze higher. “Are you mute, girl?” I could keep up this charade as long as necessary. As long as my companions were able to escape and complete their mission. I did not answer the king. “Well, then. It seems that you need some persuasion.” He removed the sword from my throat, sheathing it.

“Bring them in!”

The doors groaned as they were pushed open. My heart leapt in my throat as I heard the raised voices of my party. The guards forced them to kneel beside me. I flashed them all quick glances, hoping that it went unnoticed by the king.

“They were found in my woods. Maybe you may recognize them?” My companions and I lowered our heads. It was over…our mission would end with our deaths, not his. “It is not a rare occurrence for an assassin to be sent after my head. Who sent you? Lord Hardin of Gend? Perhaps, Lord Walsh of Prym?” True to our training, we remained stoic, never answering him.

“It is not matter. You will all die here and now. Kill this one first.” He pointed his finger to the man on my left, a kind assassin named Gerard. The guards slung him forward, onto all fours. His bond hands trembled as a guard drew his sword, placing the sharp steel to the back of his neck. I made a mistake that day, many in fact, but this was the greatest.

I looked into Gerard’s eyes. He stared back, pleading with me to help him. The guard raised the sword high above his head. The assassin clenched his eyes shut tightly. The guard swing down.

“NO!” I screamed, breaking the silence that hung over the room. The sword halted mere inches above his neck. The king watched me intently. “So she can speak. And such a lovely voice too.” He walked closer to me. “Stand, girl.” I obeyed his orders, pushing myself to my feet.

His long fingers wrapped around my chin, forcing my gaze to his face. I gasped at his features. He was truly handsome, with straight raven hair and eyes as blue and deep as the sea. If only his core matched his pretty features. A smiled curled across his face, showing off his perfectly white teeth. “I have a proposition for you, girl. I will let your friends go. Unharmed. They will be allowed to leave Andolin and crawl back to wherever you came from.”

My heart pounded against my chest. “And what is the catch, Your Majesty?” The title tasted vile in my mouth. He was not my king. He did not deserve any kindness. His smile seemed to grow.

“I will let them go…if you spend one night with me. One single night.” Shouts resounded around us. Gerard and the other assassins were shouting at me not to accept. I clenched my fists before me. “Swear it…swear merter escort that they will not be harmed and that they will go free. Swear it…and I will accept…” I lowered my gaze, shame burning my entire body.

The king let my chin go. “I swear it.” He moved to his guards, shouting orders. The guards drug out the assassins one by one. Gerard fought the hardest, screaming curses at the tyrant ruler. I remained rooted to the spot, watching the ground, the weight of what I had just agreed to felt heavy upon me.

“Do you have a name, girl?”

“Julianna…Your Majesty”

“Such a beautiful name, like its owner.” He reached a hand out to stroke my cheek. “Send her to a guest room. Make sure she is fed and bathed.” The king shouted at his guards. “I will see you tonight. Good day, Julianna.”

He turned away from me, ascending the stairs back to his golden throne, as his guards roughly grabbed me. As I was led out of the throne room, I could have sworn I heard the king chuckle.

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As the night grew nearer, my nerves grew worse. I stood alone in the guest room’s balcony, listening to the night around me. A stray breeze whipped my unbound hair to the side. It wouldn’t be long now before he called for me. I wrapped my arms around my chest, elevating my ample breasts against the robe I had been given. After I had been bathed roughly by unenthusiastic maids, I was only given the silken robe to wear, the rest of my clothes taken under the guise of them being laundered.

A knock sounded behind me before a maid pushed the door open. I turned slightly to her. “His Majesty is ready for you, milady.” I nodded, stepping away from the balcony. The maid held the door open for me and led me down the endless hallways towards the king’s private chambers. My heart thumped loudly against my chest. It was amazing that the maid beside me couldn’t hear it.

We arrived at a set of wooden doors. “In here, milady.” The maid motioned towards the doors, curtseying before taking a step back. She wanted me to walk into my own doom. I pushed the door open, closing it behind me.

Before I could turn around to face the entirety of the room, a pair of pale hands landed on the door on both sides of me, trapping me. “Don’t move…” The king’s voice whispered into my ear. I unwillingly trembled before him, imagining all the ways he could harm me physically tonight.

His fingers grazed up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps, towards my neck. He pushed aside my hair, baring my neck to himself. “Such lovely skin, Julianna…I will enjoy feeling it writhe underneath me.” He pressed a kiss against the bare skin as his hands reached towards the collar of the robe.

I wrapped my arms around my chest as he started to pull the cloth from me. “Did you forget our agreement, little one? Or do you not want to save your friends any longer?” He turned me around face to face with him. I met his azure eyes, feeling the heat of his gaze all over my body. He was nude from the waist up, only wearing an unlaced pair of trousers. A patch of black hair that matched the locks on his head moved to disappear below his waistband, where an obvious bulge had situated itself.

“I have not forgotten…Your Majesty. Please forgive me…” I lowered my arms to my sides, showing the bare swell of my chest and my bare shoulders. His fingers reached for the tie of the robe, undoing it with grace. Once again, his fingers reached for the collar of the robe, effectively pulling it from my body.

He sucked in a breath, gazing at my flesh. I knew my body well enough to know which features his gaze would roam to first. He would start at my breasts, golden and firm, before moving to my toned stomach and hips. Lastly, his gaze would linger to my womanhood and legs. I shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, moving my hands to obscure his view of my most private areas.

A blush spread across my face. “Is this your first time, little one?” The king’s cool fingers brushed against my burning cheek. I averted my gaze from his, confirming his suspicions. A smile appeared on his face.

“It’s my lucky day isn’t it?” He rested his hands on my hips, pulling me towards the center of the room. I turned my head, taking in the room finally.

A large, four-post bed with black silk sheets sat to our side. To the other side was a lit fireplace and a large map of Andolin that hung above it. Two grand chairs sat before the fireplace, shadowing its flames from my sight.

Behind the king was a set of glass doors. Most likely it was a balcony much like bayan escortlar the one in the guest room. Most likely it was locked up tight, to prevent me from escaping if I should try to kill the king.

Kill the king…my mission…

It was a failure from the start. My thoughts drifted towards my friends. I wondered if they had already been set free, or if the king would set them free once he was finished with me. A chill settled over my body despite the warmth the fire provided to the room.

A finger tutted my chin. I shook thoughts from my head, watching the king’s puzzled features. “I don’t want you anywhere but here right now.” His gaze slithered hungrily over my body. With a jerk, he pushed me towards the mantle. I let out a terrified squeal at his roughness.

The king turned me to face the chairs before seating himself in one. “Get on your knees, little one. I have a job for you.” He saw my hesitance. “I will not ask again. Get. On. Your. Knees.” His voice was low and commanding. I did as I was told.

I stared up at him with wide eyes, fearing what he would ask of me. “Show me how much you want to save your friends. Show me how much you value your freedom.” My eyes widened. I’ve never been in this position before, but I had an idea of what he wished of me.

Leaning forward, I pulled back his trousers, exposing his stiff member. With shaky movements, I licked my lips, placing my hands on his thighs, before taking him into my mouth. A groan escaped his lips as I moved my head up and down his length. Gently, his hand came to rest on the back of my head, urging me onward.

“That’s it, little one. Fuck…” He breathed out, throwing his head back against the chair. I lifted my eyes to watch him, hoping that I would please him enough this night. A coiling heat seemed to ripple through my body as I moved faster and faster, taking him deeper into my mouth.

His fingers curled tightly in my hair. He pressed on my skull, forcing me to take his cock deep into my throat. I dug my fingers into his thighs, trying to push away. His fingers released me, sending my sprawling back towards the fire. I gasped for breath, trying to ease the feeling of choking away from me. My eyes darted tearfully towards the king, whose own gaze seemed to mimic my own.

“Forgive me…I got too carried away.” He replaced his still stiff cock into his trousers, moving closer to me. Instinctively, I tried to scramble away, but he was far faster than me.

With a swift movement, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed. I clung to his neck, trembling in fear of what I knew was going to come. The king laid me gently in his bed, amidst the mountain of pillows and covers.

I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he removed his trousers. I watched as he climbed onto the bed, making his way towards me like a predator stalking prey. “I promise to be gentle…” He placed a kiss to my forehead.

Then one to my cheek.

Then one to my neck.

His fingers glided over my body, stopping at my core. I clenched my thighs closed, keeping him from reaching me. “Open them…” His fingers drew lazy circles around my thighs.

“Do you fear me, Julianna?”

His voice sounded hurt as I gazed up at him. “I am not a monster, no matter what you may think. I only do what is necessary for my kingdom.” The motion of his fingers halted against my skin. I sucked in a breath. “Open your legs, Julianna. I do not want to have to force you.” My heart beat frantically against my rib cage.

“You say you are not a monster, and yet you would force me to bed you…” The king’s eyes raised at the sound of my own voice. “You came into my kingdom intent on killing me. If I were any other king, you would be dead by now.”

“And why am I not? Because I am a woman?”

“Because I find you captivating and want you for myself.”

His fingers resumed their motions. “Give yourself to me, Julianna, if only for a night. Let me know what it would be like to have your love and I will set you free. But…I wish for you to remain here with me. Do not go back to the assassins…” His fingers trailed north, towards the large scar on my stomach.

A scar received by the Master of Assassins, the leader of our guild. I had been caught on my first mission, another careless mistake I had made. When I escaped and returned home, I was greeted with a dagger in my side. “Let this be a lesson to you. I will not tolerate another failure.”

I never got caught again…until today.

“I can’t…they’ll kill me if I do…” I didn’t know why I was telling him this. I didn’t besiktaş escort even know if he would truly care whether I lived or died. A slow stream of tears fell from the corners of my eyes. The king reached up his hand to wipe away the moisture.

“Stay with me, Julianna. Let me be your lover. You will never want for anything…This I swear.” I turned my head away from the king, unable to meet his gaze. He turned my face with a fingertip. “Stay with me…”

He lowered his lips to mine in a searing, passionate kiss. Hesitantly, his tongue touched my lips, begging for permission. I closed my eyes, allowing his tongue to penetrate my mouth. Never before had I been kissed like this. A fierce blush settled over my face and neck.

Gently, he trailed his kisses down my neck and towards my breasts. One hand reached up, cupping my right breast. He squeezed gently, his fingers moving to toy with my hardening nipples. “I swear to be gentle…” His lips wrapped around my other nipple, eliciting a slight hiss from me. I watched as he laved the skin; felt as he hardened once more against my thigh.

“Are you enjoying this, Julianna?” his hand dropped to graze my stomach. His lips followed suit, kissing another long trail. The heat of his breath seemed to sink through my skin, igniting the coiling from before. “Yes…Your Majesty…”

“No formalities here, little one. I want you to call my name when I take you…not my title…” he murmured against my flesh. “Alexander…” His kisses stopped at the tops of my thighs. Alexander lifted his gaze to meet mine in silent question.

I slowly opened my legs to his gaze. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of my untainted core. “Thank you, Julianna…” His kisses resumed, trailing towards my pink womanhood. Slowly, deliberately, he ran his tongue along my slit. I reached a hand down to his head, clenching my legs around him.

A deep chuckle rumbled against my skin. He reached his hand up to push my legs apart as his tongue continued its assault. The coiling from before tightened in my lower abdomen. “Alexander…?” I breathed, tightening my fingers in his hair.

“Come for me. I want to taste you.” He slipped one finger into my virgin hole, pumping it in and out in time with his tongue. I let out a moan, tightening my fingers in his hair as I felt my pleasure cresting. Alexander groaned against my pussy, sending me over the edge.

Erupting like a broken dam, my release sent me screaming. He continued to lick until the tremors settled from my body. Slowly, he made his way back up my body, pressing a searing kiss against my mouth. “Give yourself to me…fully.” He situated his body between my legs, pressing his cock to my entrance.

I pushed my legs apart as far as I can, bashfully watching his face. He kissed me deeply as he lowered his body onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into the flesh of his back at the pain.

“Shh…” He cooed against my lips. “Just relax.” I took a shuddering breath as he finally broke through my internal wall. He remained still, allowing time for me to adjust to the feeling of having my virgin hole filled for the first time. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, twitching in expectation.

With a torturous pace, Alexander pumped himself in and out of me. The pain I had felt at first began to melt into pleasure. The familiar tightness in my stomach had returned. I reached my face up, pressing a hesitant kiss against his lips.

“You are so beautiful…” He kissed me back passionately. His pace increased. I lowered my hands to reach for his hips, urging him to go deeper. My body felt molten, like it was an extension of his own.

Alexander increased his pace, pushing deeper and harder than he had before. His breathing started to become laboured, much like my own. I called out his name, digging my nails into the skin of his hips. He groaned against my neck, placing kisses along the skin there. I felt my orgasm approach its peak. I called out his name once more.

“I’m going to come…Julianna…Please…”

I nodded my head. His thrusts got the most forceful as his orgasm ripped through him. His hand reached down to play with my clit as he continued to thrust. I orgasmed around his cock, screaming out his name.

My body felt weak, like I had just gone for a long run. The king laid his body down next to mine, his hand reaching down to rub his seed into my skin. “Stay with me.” And I knew I would. No matter what had happened…before or after…I could not return.

“Yes. I will.” I kissed the top of his head gently, watching him smile. “I thank you, my queen.” I blinked in surprise. “I want you to be my queen. Never have I met someone who makes me feel this way. Stay with me…rule with me…love me…”

He pressed a kiss against my lips and I knew what I would choose.

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A Monster Life Ch. 22-24

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* The party of adventurers find a new goal to fulfill in their quest to find the demon lord.

22 – Valdys

Ulric carried their trembling attacker in his arms out of the thicket. The spirits rushed at him again but diverted away before getting close, and twirled in a wild cloud at a short distance. ‘Looks like they don’t dare attack now that you caught their master.’ said Elzbieta and put her sword away.

‘Thankfully.’ he said and knelt to sit down the cloaked figure. Kaui sat down in front of the hooded figure. ‘Why did you attack us?’

The hood turned her way. ‘Weren’t you sent to attack me?’ asked a voice that sounded lifeless but was unmistakeably from a young woman.

Kaui shook her head. ‘We’re only travelling here. We came to this clearing in the hopes to find some information on what’s around here. We have no hostile intention, even if you commanded these spirits to attack us.’

The hood looked down. ‘I didn’t command them.’

Kaui looked at the flickering white wisps crossing each other nervously. ‘You didn’t?’

The hood shook. ‘They’re my friends.’

‘They were protecting you.’ said Iphigenia. ‘They thought we’d harm you and that’s why they attacked us.’

The hood nodded.

‘Why would anyone try to attack you?’ asked Kaui.

A sigh came from the hood. ‘Because Demetrus keeps trying to capture me.’ she said and pulled back the hood.

Ulric and the girls stared at the grey-black face of a young woman with long, grey hair and black eyes with light grey irises. ‘You’re an undead.’ said Elzbieta.

The woman nodded. ‘I was cursed a long time ago by a nobleman that wanted me. I disliked him and kept refusing, and one day when he tried to force me I smashed a jug in his face. In his rage he cursed me with his secret knowledge of undead magic while I ran away, and by the time I came home I noticed my heart had stopped beating.’ She placed her hand on her chest for a moment. ‘In the days after the colour of my skin turned from black to this grey, and cuts in my skin didn’t bleed any longer. I was shunned by the rest of the village and fled here into the woods, but it didn’t matter much because soon Demetrus revealed his plans and turned the entire area into this dead wasteland.’ She looked up at the black sky. ‘Everyone I knew is dead. He sucked away their life force to replenish his own, and used their undead existence for his experiments and as fighters to attack intruders. After all this time none of who once lived here are left.’

Ulric growled low and the girls nodded. Kaui leaned closer to the woman. ‘Is there a way to defeat him?’

The woman looked at her wide eyed. ‘Defeat!? That’s impossible! He’s living deep within a twisted mausoleum guarded by living armour and stone statues! The book that holds his soul is thoroughly defended!’

Kaui nodded. ‘So, his weak point is a book.’

The woman looked around at them. ‘Yes! But there’s no way to get close to him through the mausoleum and my friends don’t have the power to steal the book either without getting caught!’

Ulric growled and took a step towards the whirling cloud. ‘But they could if they wouldn’t get caught?’ asked Kaui.

The woman looked at her, then at Ulric’s back. ‘But there’s no way!’

Ulric turned around and smiled. ‘I think you just told us how.’

***

‘Let me introduce ourselves.’ said Kaui while Iphigenia and Elzbieta pulled food from their packs. ‘We are Iphigenia, Elzbieta, Kaui, and Ulric. Our party is named Quaint.’

‘Valdys.’ said the young woman and gave a nod in greeting. ‘So, you’re a party of adventurers then?’

Kaui nodded. ‘Indeed.’

‘But there’s nothing of value around here. No adventurer has come here in ages.’

Kaui glanced at Ulric. ‘We, have our reasons to come this way.’

Valdys nodded and didn’t pry any further. ‘Why help me though? I don’t have anything of value to give you, and even if you’d defeat Demetrus, I don’t think he has a lot of valuables either.’

‘There’s some information he might have that could help us in our quest, but Master doesn’t like people like Demetrus either and will try to help whenever he can.’

Valdys declined Iphigenia’s offer of food and drink. ‘I no longer need to eat or drink, thank you.’

‘Of course.’ said Iphigenia. ‘I should have realised but this is the first time I don’t have to be hostile towards one of your kind.’

Ulric growled and Kaui nodded at him, then turned to Valdys. ‘What can you tell us about Demetrus?’

‘I don’t know much, just what I hear from friends who’ve been inside the mausoleum. When he cursed me he was already advancing in death magic and progressing in controlling dead things. Since then he became a master necromancer and delved into the most forbidden knowledge, and my friends even overheard a mention of challenging the demon lord.’

Kaui caught Ulric’s eye. ‘But that never happened, right?’

Valdys shook her head. ‘No.’

‘Did the lord or any of his staff actually come here?’

‘Not that I’ve heard of. But I have barely any knowledge topkapı escort about who comes and goes there. I believe there might be a portal somewhere in the deepest regions.’

Ulric nodded. ‘We’ll just have to find out then.’ said Kaui.

Valdys pulled on her cloak. ‘How do you plan to defeat him? You might fight your way in but at some point you’ll face his strongest guards or even himself, and you can’t kill him because he’s already beyond death.’

Kaui gave her a gentle smile. ‘Master has a plan, but we need your help to complete it. Are you in?’

Valdys looked down at a spirit that floated into her lap. ‘Are you certain it’ll work?’

‘We have faith in Master.’

‘I wanted to rid this world of him for so long, but never believed it could happen while he became more powerful. Even if there’s the slightest chance of success, I will take it. I will help because I have nothing to lose and I believe you’re the only hope I have.’

Kaui nodded and put her hand on Valdys’s knee. ‘Master won’t give up easily.’

***

Ulric’s ears pricked up after they followed the ancient remains of a road deeper into the dead forest. ‘Hold up. I hear movement around us.’

Valdys watched him stand on guard while Iphigenia and Elzbieta unsheathed their swords. She wanted to ask Kaui what was going on but as soon as skeletons from small woodland animals surrounded the group, she understood. ‘Wait! These are my friends!’

‘These, former creatures?’ asked Kaui.

Valdys stepped towards the ones closest to her, squatted, and one of the skeletons jumped up into her arms. She turned and stroked its skull. ‘Yes. Because they need a certain amount of mana to move about they can only go so far from the mausoleum that radiates excess mana.’

Kaui looked closer at the creature that she thought used to be a squirrel and she could swear it twitched its non-existing whiskers at her.

‘They, along with the spirits, have been the only ones to keep me company all this time.’

‘They don’t seem to be much of a talker though.’ said Ulric.

Valdys chuckled after Kaui translated. ‘I learned some death magic myself from books I found in Demetrus’s old residence, and my friends here managed to smuggle more books out of the mausoleum to help me learn more. I can control some dead objects at a short distance now.’

‘Oh? That aught to be an advantage to us.’ said Kaui.

‘I don’t think I am of much use though. I’ve only seen the battle armours and statues move in groups. To control that takes much more power than I can muster.’

Ulric held out his paw to the creature and it jumped on it after a short hesitation. He let it sniff his finger before stroking its skull. ‘Any small distraction or disturbance on their side can make a difference between victory and defeat.’

Valdys nodded and for the first time in years she noticed the corners of her mouth lifting up in a smile. ‘I’ll do what I can.’

‘Thank you.’

***

A while later the fog became thicker and ahead of the group loomed a darkness blocking what little light there came from above. ‘That’s the mausoleum.’ said Valdys while she held her arms. ‘That’s where Demetrus dwells.’

‘How big is it?’ asked Kaui as she peered into the fog above.

‘No idea. It has been growing with Demetrus’s power and it’s even bigger on the inside.’

‘Inside?’

Valdys nodded. ‘He used transformation magic to expand the space inside the building. It’s as good as infinite now.’

Ulric whistled. ‘People would kill for that ability in my world. no more cramped housing and skyscrapers blocking the view, infinite closet space for women.’

Elzbieta raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned. ‘A stereotypical joke in my world. Us boys would use it to try to hide our porn stash, but mothers would still have the uncanny ability to find it.’

The closer they came, the more impressed Ulric and the girls were. The view that the fog allowed showed a seemingly infinite wall of black stone, thick pillar motives, intricate chiselled patterns, detailed statues of gargoyles, knights killed by demonic creatures, dragons, elaborate swords, as well as wizards, all framing huge stained glass windows depicting death, war, suffering. Ulric stood on his hind legs and looked up but even his enhanced eyesight was lost in the haze before he could spot a hint of a roof. ‘Just how many people have been working on this?’

‘None.’ said Valdys. ‘This has all been created by death magic.’

He nodded. ‘I can see it rubbed off on the architecture and decoration.’

He looked at two huge stone doors with decorations of dead members of various races reaching out in agony. ‘Very welcoming.’

Kaui shuddered. ‘I’m chilled to the bone just from this.’ said Kaui.

Ulric took her hand and squeezed it gently. ‘I’m here to keep you warm.’

She smiled at him and relaxed as warmth filled her chest. ‘Thank you, Master.’

Iphigenia clutched his other arm. ‘I feel cold too.’

He looked at her and chuckled. ‘Well, I have enough escort kızlar warmth for you as well.’

Elzbieta grabbed a patch of fur on his back and blushed as she looked away. ‘And me.’

He smiled at her. ‘You know it.’

Valdys glanced at the scene next to her but refrained from asking what exactly the deal was between the remarkable bloodwolf and the women. She agreed the name Quaint was a good fit for them. She stepped towards the door and muttered the phrase to unlock and open them.

The doors opened with the grating sound of hard stone on stone and a chilled breeze of ancient smelling air washed over the group. ‘I think Demetrus should air out his home more often.’ Ulric said.

They went inside with some sense of reverence and gazed upon the wide stone walkway extending into the dusty haze in the distance and the walkways connected to towers extending into the haze above and below them. Torches lit galleries surrounding the towers and floors were far apart. Ulric looked back. ‘Oh crap, you weren’t kidding.’

The others looked back to see the space inside extended beyond the entrance, where it shouldn’t exist.

‘Just how fucking big is this space?’ he said and looked over the edge of the walkway into black depths. ‘Would someone fall forever if they jumped down?’

The door closed again with a heavy stony clunk and the group stood in the dead silence only large empty spaces can produce. ‘You know the way?’ asked Kaui.

Valdys nodded and set her skeleton squirrel friend down. ‘My friends do, actually.’ she said and followed the squirrel as it headed forward.

Ulric and the others followed her while gazing at the practically void space around them and suppressing feelings of vertigo.

‘We shouldn’t encounter any guards until we’re deeper inside.’ Valdys said. ‘I can’t tell what kind or how many though when we do.’

‘Can we take detours when we do?’

‘Can we?’ asked Valdys of the squirrel and it produced a bony chitter. ‘My friends will try to find one if they don’t already know one. This is basically an infinite maze and it’s easy to get lost. It’s only thanks to the large numbers that they know their way around.’

Iphigenia nodded while she looked at walkways spanning the distance between towers overhead. ‘I have no doubt about that.’

***

Skeletal creatures and small spirits popped up along the way and took over as guides part of the way while the group went along more walkways, ascended and descended wide and narrow stairwells in the towers, sometimes navigating around gaps in the walkways or rubble blocking the way from breaches in walls. At one point they halted for a moment to look at a broken tower leaning against another. ‘Wouldn’t this sort of thing get fixed?’ asked Ulric. ‘Or shouldn’t things be breaking at all with all this magic power?’

‘It still takes attention to keep it in the state as it was built.’ said Valdys. ‘It only goes to show just how large this space is for things to deteriorate and not be repaired at this scale.’

He looked around at the tangible eerie silence and emptiness. ‘Maybe that’s just a good thing. For us at least.’

‘I think he no longer senses much of what goes on beyond his close surroundings. It’s the duty of his guards to take care of that anyway.’

The squirrel accompanied by the latest skeletal rat to guide them came running back with faint clicking of their feet bones hitting the stone. They chittered and Valdys looked at the group. ‘There are guards ahead. Two floating armours.’

‘Can we check them out without being seen?’ asked Kaui.

The rat chittered at Valdys. ‘We can watch them from behind a corner because they’re stationed halfway down a walkway.’

Ulric nodded. ‘Good, Let’s see what they look like.’

The group kept low and out of sight as they went along the gallery that led to the corner where they could observe the walkway. Ulric watched two battered steel upper body armour parts float motionlessly with faint dark purple light behind the eye holes in their helmets. Both held large broadswords in their disembodied gauntlets. He moved back to the huddled group and Elzbieta took her turn to have a look. ‘Have any of you ever fought something like this before?” he asked.

‘I haven’t.’ said Elzbieta.

‘I’ve only heard a story from an adventurer I met once.’ said Iphigenia. ‘Everyone always tries to avoid them because they’re just too dangerous if you don’t have enough magic power or strength to withstand their attacks and destroy them. The one I met only defeated it because a lucky hit against an old wall made it fall down on the armour.’

‘How about your death magic?’ asked Kaui of Valdys.

She shook her head. ‘I might be able to control one for a short while, but I can’t really fight them.’

Ulric sat back against the wall. ‘Detour?’

The rat chittered. ‘Not this time.’ Valdys said. ‘Unless you want to take a very long one with a good chance we’ll be lost for a long while.’

‘So we have to fight them.’

‘The only advantage is that with this escort fındıkzade far from Demetrus, he’ll most likely never find out. The only communication here is between guards.’

Ulric looked at the girls. ‘I’m open to suggestions.’

23 – Blasting Through

Ulric looked up at Valdys as they walked casually towards the floating armours. She understood his intention and gave him a brief smile. ‘I’m all right.’ she said and tightened her fists to combat the shiver of fear inside her. ‘The guards had been engrained with an order to recognise me and not attack like they would with any intruder. It should give us the advantage of surprise.’

He gave her a soft reassuring growl and prepared to transform his fur.

The armours floated at either side of the walkway and turned towards them while the purple glow of their eyes brightened and they lifted their swords in front of their chests.

At a few metres distance, Valdys began muttering her incantation and at her last word she thrust out her arm at the armour on her side. Ulric jumped at the other armour before it realised what happened and hammered it with his spiked fist.

The armour under Valdys’s control trembled violently against it while its orders told it to attack the intruders. Valdys felt the strain on her body to regulate the flow of her mana. ‘It’s harder than I thought!’

Ulric held his opponent’s sword back and aimed his punches at the bindings at the side of the armour. ‘Hold on! They’re coming!’ he growled.

Iphigenia and Elzbieta rushed towards them with drawn swords as soon as the attack happened, with Kaui following as fast as she could.

Ulric received a blow against his head from the armour but kept his grip on its sword and punched again at the bindings on the side, piercing holes into the plates with the three thick spikes on his fist.

Iphigenia and Elzbieta shouted for Valdys to jump aside just when she began to lose control of the armour. It shook as it lifted its sword but before it struck at Valdys, Elzbieta pierced the breast plate with her sword and Iphigenia one of its eye holes with hers.

The armour shuddered and produced a metallic shriek and Kaui threw a small jar into the armour’s exposed neck. Elzbieta kicked the armour back hard and in the next moment a sharp thud from inside blasted the armour into pieces.

Ulric cracked one of the bindings at the side of his opponent, pierced the opening between the front and back plate with his fingers, and ripped the two halves apart with a fierce roar.

The armour dropped its sword from its gauntlet and every part fell lifelessly down onto the stones.

He threw down the plates and took a deep breath. ‘Everyone all right?’

Iphigenia and Elzbieta sheathed their swords and Iphigenia grinned at Kaui. ‘Do you have many more of those blast jars?’

Kaui pat the bag hanging at her side. ‘Just the few I could make back in town. They’re better used in an emergency but I had to test its effectiveness.’

‘I’d say it does the job.’ said Ulric. ‘When you get the chance, make more of these grenades.’

‘Grenades, Master?’

‘That’s what we call these kinds of devices in my world, although they’re more powerful there.’

Kaui nodded. ‘Then I will make as many as I can, Master.’

He smiled at her. ‘Wonderful.’ he said and turned to Valdys. ‘Whereto next?’

The squirrel and the rat that had climbed on her shoulders chittered and she pointed at the next tower. ‘We must go further down first.’

***

The group came down to a great hall lit by dim light coming through tall and narrow arched glass windows, stone rubble scattered on the floor, and big statues of knights and wizards in alcoves between them, all in battle ready poses. Ulric peered at them from the doorway. ‘Any chance these come alive?

Valdys took a look after Kaui asked and shook her head. ‘I don’t sense any magic aura around them.’

The group crossed the hall towards an arched corridor at the other end while keeping an eye on the statues. ‘Creepy.’ said Iphigenia at the intense look in the statue’s eyes she glanced at.

‘They are something indeed.’ said Ulric. ‘Nothing like in the movies.’

‘Movies?’

‘Like a play but projected onto a flat surface like a wall.’ he said but that didn’t alleviate her puzzled look. ‘I’ll explain it later.’

He was one step away from the corridor when Valdys gasped. ‘Stop! It’s a trap!’

He froze mid step at the sound of her voice and a steel grate came crashing down a hair’s width in front of his nose.

He yelped out as he jumped back. ‘WHAT THE!?’

Sounds of grinding rock spun them around in a flash. The statues had come alive and stepped out of their alcoves.

‘Try to keep clear of them!’ growled Ulric as he rushed towards them. ‘Elz, you might be the only one that can damage them with your sword, protect the others. Kaui, I might need your grenades!’

‘Yes!’ called out the girls and Elzbieta took her defensive stance in front of the others, with Kaui close behind her fishing her grenades out of her bag.

Ulric hoped he had estimated his strength and toughness correctly and ducked at the first slash of the stone sword from the closest knight. He jumped up at the statue twice his size and gave it an uppercut with his armoured fist.

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A Journey into a Strange Mind Vol. 03

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Prologue:

Mike(Ep)

After being captured by a squad a female orcs Mike was taken to their castle strong hold, Green gate.

There in its stony dark cell he was met by a shadowy figure with large dark wings and shiny skin. On all four he was taken from behind by a cock larger than his own. There he lost all previous notions about his sexuality as a puddle of semen formed near the bottom of the two men.

With great force and passion he was flipped around and made to suck the cock that once penetrated him. When the shadowy winged man finally succumbed to his pleasure an eruption of hot sticky nectar climbed all over mike’s face finding its way into his nostrils, mouth and even his tongue but who’s to say that it did not find its way to his stomach as well? The taste was noted as slightly salty but with hints of sweetness and the smell was that of warm beer.

After an exchange with the shadowy and a third figure, the winged man had disappeared. Left all alone in the dark cell.

Maddie(Ep)

Maddie considered a slightly ‘Heavy’ human female too was captured but with less resistance as she was seduced by the Commander Magnus Victory Orcus. Taken to be her personal piggy with an anamorphic transformation. She was transformed keeping her human feature with a few modifications: a twirled tail, pink skin, pig like nose and increased sex drive, combined with an unwavering desire to please her mistress made Magnus a very happy Orcish commander.

Mike.P (I)

My arsehole was still pulsating; the puddle of ‘special milk’ had gone cold. Still with the taste in my mouth I remember the last thing I saw.

Green muscular legs then a pair of green feet with black shiny toenails as if they were painted on, as the shadowy figure that had fucked me disappeared.

The cell was dark and grim but the smell; the smell was something else I could not understand it was a new of experience to me as being fucked by a creature out of this world.

All was silent until, the clanking of the heavy gates filled the tightly contained air, a small puddle of light leaked through until I could see again, well just more than usual. I was lifted and slung over someone’s shoulder and my weaken arms could feel long hair brushing against it. I kept on guessing the identity of my captor or savour.

I heard the female voice. “Your body will finally we put back to use.”

This narrows down the gender. She slipped a couple of finger into my crack as she moved through the stony hallway. If I did not have a lack of energy I would react to her wriggling it about in there.

I was thrown down onto a pile of soft cushions, as I looked up I saw them, those hungry looking women with skin of all the shade of green looking down on me a second before coming down to sit beside me, supporting me and touching my body as I was fed food.

“oh he looks so adorable” remarked one of the women. At this point I knew who they were, what they were. “ORCs!” I cried out as tried to stand and fight, with no avail. I was pulled back down.

The one still standing up smirked as she stated

“There is no point in attempting to flee, trust me free lunch and an amazing afternoon activity is anything a young man your age could wish for”

I nodded as I took another bite, to conserve energy for another more successful attempt is what should be number one on the agenda. The meat tasted medium rare and the wine was something else but I think I preferred the beer.

“Good, Atta mecidiyeköy escort boy.” She said to me with a smile as she saw that I was following her command like a dog. She began to walk away before stopping and turning towards me agains.

“By the way my name is Lieutenant Praefectus C.B of the fifth Orcish battalion.” She added before continuing to walk off leaving me to what I must guess must be her inferiors.

I tried to remember the Lieutenant’s features; dark green skin with lean muscles, a six packs and white short hair. She along with a lot other orcs where wearing dark shinny plated bras and panties which barely covered their assets.

The other female orcs with lighter green skin began to play with my hair as then me.

“I wish I could just buy him and do this all day long” one remarked to other.

“Nope, I have the most chances of buying him” replied a shorter orc with dark green skin like the lieutenant but with the hair style of the other soldiers.

Maddy (I)

The pungent aroma from her feet filled my nostrils now more than ever, as the transformation had given me the nose of a pig. Up and down then up again I licked until Magnus’s feet were clean, it gave me great pleasure to start sucking her toe at will.

“Ah this is bliss” I thought to myself.

I went back to smell what her soles were like after I had worked on them, soon after I was stopped.

“Put my boots back on, Piggy” She demanded.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now stand up”, she said shortly after the boots were on.

Magnus was muscular with green skin with hair parted to one side and shaved on the other side. She was the commander of these orcs, she was the boss. Well so she wants to think, I know for a fact that she serves a much high power. A high power of lust of wrath contained by muscle and cloaked by shadow, shrouded by mystery, with influence through history.

I did not dare defy her power to her face, she kept me warm and satisfied as I did to her. Even now standing up looking at those majestic breasts was enough to keep my pussy dripping . As her fingers enter my slit my legs felt weak.

“Commander” those words interrupted us as they came from the mouth of the Lieutenant.

She carried on speaking after a short pause.

“Commander, The human male is ready he is being fed but will be fit to start the procedure.”

Magnus let out and sigh as she removes her fingers from inside of me.

“I will be there, but who will fuck my little piggy here?”

The lieutenant replied whilst pointing behind me.

“Perhaps, he will”.

Through a smoke of black and flash of white, or was it a smoke of white and a flash of black? Came the winged man. Finally the entity that Magnus and her orcs had been serving all this time had come forth.

Magnus and Praefectus had knelt down and I soon did the same.

“Rise” When those words came out of the winged man all three of us moved up as if it was second nature. He voice of power, stern and yet eerie.

“I shall we gone now, my lord so I may help create new orcs. Enjoy my little pet if it pleases you.” Magnus bowed her head as she and Praefectus left the room.

I knelt once more but this time to take his large cock into my mouth, I felt large hands cup the back of my skull as I was gently guided on my little activity. The taste of his skin filled my mouth, it had no earthly comparison so I could not decide whether I enjoy the hated the taste, but I loved bayan escort to have that meat in my mouth as it made my stomach growl and my pussy dripped.

“Enough now rise” He words had become softer, as his wings began to rest slightly.

He lifted me up by the shoulder then put one of his arms around back and the other on the base of my skull, holding my head steady. Picking me up he sped around so when we fell we both landed on the bed with him on top. My legs naturally spread as his shaft entered me all I could see was his shiny muscular body wet with sweat. Hes wings gave out a great whoosh as they erected and then retired to a semi position between spread and resting. As his cock went in and out I felt my legs grow weaker yet I held on tighter.

“Oh god yes arggh” I cried out as my whole body went into sweet ecstasy, every muscle spasming and with hysteria. I could not think of what to say or do. Perhaps this is why Magnus worships the man? As soon as he moved from my body he pull me to toward him I was facing the edge of the bed he cock wet as ever has enter my mouth once more. I tasted my juices all over his rod, now the taste was familiar. I felt a slimy build up in my mouth.

“Had he cum already?” I pondered in my lightly scattered mind. “No no, if he had I would know for sure” I reassured myself.

Then he took it out in front of my eyes with his handed griped hard at the base of the head as I saw a stream of white cream danced out and congeals at the underside the shaft. Quickly I moved my head towards it sticking out my tongue to catch the sweet nectar, then sucking it in my mouth and I felt him cum in full force. He wings once erected as his cum filled my belly.

“Arrrhhg” his voice was once again rough with desire and relief.

He’s cock came out with semen still in my mouth; he moved his hand up his meat to get every last drop in there. I swallowed it all; it tasted sour yet sweet but also with a hint of barley and perhaps should make a beverage out of this?

I lay in the bed with a small trail of cum trickling down the corner of my mouth, I belly was full and my body too exhausted to move.

Mike.P (II)

The taste of wine still lingered in my mouth as I was ushered up and was ordered to start moving.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked boldly but I did not expect that it would warrant a response much less an answer.

“My little pale toy, how boring would life be without any surprises.” The word “little” seem ironic coming from the mouth of the shorter ‘orcess’ but rightly so, I was a captive to these creatures and my privileges were limited.

We stopped outside a large door with frames of steel and a body of dark thick wood, then out of the corner of my eye came the Lieutenant complying another orc with light skin and black hair all onto the right side with the left side shaved.

“I am the commander Magnus Victoria Orcus.” At least now I knew her name.

“Bring him in, you girls earnt the chance to join in.” Praefectus added.

As the doors opened a guest of warm air danced across my face. Whilst naked I was brought in, to find large wooden beds heavily supported and topped by a mattress which featured a larger ‘orcess’ lying on top of it with pulley strap hanging to the ceiling hold up her massive feet so the legs are in a spread positions.

“Forward” I was order.

I obeyed, my escape route was block and I was slightly horny after being touched by the orcess.

There I was nişantaşı escort standing an inch away from this orcess’s dripping vagina, the other female orcs surrounded me on my left, right and rear as they gently guided me forward and my cock penetrated the mushy vagina. The second it went it I could feel the pleasure all across my body, but yet I was once again bold to ask.

“So I’m going to father an orc of my own?”

“Not just an orc. You see breeder orc like that one you are making love to, can produce up to eight new orc from a single man” replied Magnus.

If I was not fucking this over grown lady, I would be intrigued by this knowledge.

As the vagina walls run up and down on my cock as the orcess around me began kissing me on my neck, back and head. They took hold of my arms which up until now were trying to find its way to grab onto the breeder orc, and adjusted it so I would be inserting my fingers into their wet and lustful vaginas.

The shorter one on my left started to lick my body, I then felts the one at the back slip her fingers into my arse hole and then began playing with it and simulating my prostate. Whilst nibbling my ear I heard the rear one whisper:

“After this is all done, you should come and keep me warm for the night”

I just groaned with pleasure.

A few more seconds had passed I was still having sex with the giant orcess when the orc on my right had moved slightly out of the way to allow the feet of the giant orc to come directly against my face.

“Worship me as you fuck me, little man.” Words have finally come out of the mouths of the breeder orc who otherwise stuck to moaning in pleasure from my cock.

I kissed her sole and moved my face up and down on them; her feet were far bigger than my own head. The ribbing on her soles caressed my face as I inhaled deeply, then I began to use my tongue and soon the taste of wine had been forgotten by me once again.

Kissing different spots on her feet I decided to start sucking on small areas of it, then biting. I could see that I was going the right thing as the collective moans and groans in the room had increased.

“Oh god yes” I let out a muffled moan of pleasure as I felt what might have been the most amazing orgasm in history. My knees almost lost the ability to support me as I came inside her. I felt it across my body, through my stomach and my prostate. The massive feet were moved out of the way and the orcess on the right had returned to my field of vision to kiss me passionately. I closed my eyes and all I could see was the winged man, and then the orgasm ran its course and I could catch a breath before be ushered down gently unto the ground. My cock dripping wet on the stony floor and my chest pumping up and down, then all 3 of the ocess that had been all around my body had laid beside me on all sides rubing my chest and moving their hands to each corner of my flesh.

“Was that not good?” I was asked by the shorter orcess.

“Ye-yes.”

“Well-done now you can rest before moving on” Magnus reassured me whilst standing over my and brushing her feet over my flaccid cock.

Epilogue:

Mike sat in the cell eating his dinner from a cracked plate and wine, when all of the food except for hand full of grape had all but disappeared his gulped the rest of his wine and slowly laid back down on the floor. He began ripping a grape of eating it and then another grape but this time with his eyes closed, he started to fantasise about the orcess’ nipples, their toes, their clitorises and even the feel of the winged man’s balls. This was all he could think about in his sleep as he masturbated subconsciously.

The story will continue in A journey into a strange mind volume IV: Savana sunset.

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A Goddess Gift to Leinyere Amazons

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A Goddess Gift to Leinyere Amazons.

Each Queen’s woman wage war against Orcs, impregnated by few men.

#### Disclaimer. This is completely imaginary fiction. The word “war”, with spells and spears, has nothing to do with the Readers’ real life but is set in a Fantasy land populated by dragons and orcs. The word “AMAZONS” is only used to convey a concept familiar to readers of the site, by analogy. But it has nothing to do with the Amazons of classical Greek mythology, such as Queen Hippolyta and her legendary Belt (which was a strap-on, perhaps). Women warriors can be found in all the oldest chronicles and mythologies, including Athena, Hippolyta, Camilla, Mulan, Bradamante, the Viking shieldmaidens, the Dahomey Fusiliers, the Air Witches, and many others.

A contribution to Tales of Leinyere Story and if a young mother gets pregnant again, she can go on for life bearing new children!”

A woman wearing a general’s hat (perhaps she was the wife, or the daughter of a commander killed in battle) asked, amidst large drops of tears: “I too am pregnant by the will of the Cat Goddess, but my daughter will only be able to fight in fifteen or twenty years. How will we endure all that time?”

The Queen smiled to reassure her. “The elves owe many favours to my father. He was too proud to ask for their help, but I am not him. I will ask the elves to keep the orcs busy for ten years, maybe twenty. We will give birth and educate our daughters to fight, for themselves and their daughters.”

“And how will we convince the Elves?”

“My father had a collection of valuable magical maps, which he and my grandfather had acquired from the Magical Mapmakers. Some ancient, some new. All are very valuable. He also owned some funny globes: I don’t know what to make them for, since the earth is flat. But still, they are collectibles. I know that the king of the elves likes these trinkets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. We will send an embassy with a proposed alliance, with some maps, atlases, and globes as gifts. As bait. If he accepts, he will have the whole collection little by little, month by month, year by year. We don’t need them, and he, like all male rulers, craves this kind of nonsense.”

The king of the elves rejoiced like a child: to secure the complete collection, he committed his subjects to a war of twenty years’ duration. And this allowed people on the brink of extinction to reproduce and start anew.

Chapter 2. Lucky Girls.

The decision was now made, taking into account both the great mortality of males from previous wars and the Great Gift granted by the Cat Goddess.

Each regiment of the army was composed only of women.

The only way to avoid military service for a few months was to be pregnant, because, of course, the birth of new warriors was perceived by both dynasties as the top priority.

For this reason, every female soldier was sent back to the capital city by her ‘husband’. There were no real marriages: they called ‘husband’ a man drawn by lot who would stay with them ‘more uxorio’ for four long, hard days (without the tedious things of marriage: magic toothpaste squeezed out, medieval clothes left on the floor, rubbish to take şişli escort out).

Since there were few males (most of them dead), it was done by extraction.

The entire hierarchy of female officers and female non-commissioned officers monitored the Ledger with a record of all menstruation, to try to make the week of military leave coincide with the most fertile period.

All female soldiers, without exception, tried to get pregnant because it was the only way to get a year’s leave away from the trenches: followed by three years of nursing, in special gardens in the Royal Palace, far away from the horrors of war.

Even those who had built up a Sapphic relationship with another female soldier during the rest of the week were trying to get pregnant anyway, to take advantage of the leave.

All the males who had survived the previous massacres were all in the capital, far from the front, to avoid being killed by the enemy. Strategically but also identically, they were the only way to prevent the extinction of the entire nation, and they were fed the best food, allowed to rest, and pampered in every way.

There were exotic foods of all kinds. Baskets of fruit, and any food with an aphrodisiac reputation: pineapples, chili peppers, prawns, coffee. Because Reproduction was so important, Room Service was considered the most important office in the entire Royal Palace, and the women in charge of Room Service were the most intelligent and skilled, as they should always be in any advanced civilization.

The unluckiest female soldiers were assigned an older man. These men were selected by a special sexual-medical commission, which verified that they were still capable of having an erection. But, unfortunately for the unfortunate girls, a single erection was often not enough to guarantee pregnancy, and often too old ‘husbands’ reduced the opportunities for penetration to just one a day. Some female soldiers, therefore, wasted their four days’ leave by getting only three or four feeble penetrations from an old male with limp balls.

A slightly luckier situation was the pairing with young eighteen-year-olds who had just been promoted from ‘kids’ to ‘stallions’. These were indefatigable and could impregnate females for days on end. But for this very reason, they were assigned to groups of three female soldiers at a time. As is known, in war and in love all things are permitted. The three women spent their days fighting over who was entitled to receive sperm in their vaginas, with no respect for seniority or rank. The case of a lieutenant colonel, who had been literally thrown out of the window by a horny young female sergeant, with complete disregard for rank and already grey hair, was well known.

The most desirable situation was to receive a ‘husband’ from among the recovering wounded.

Some were now completely healed; others still bore the scars of their wounds or had had a limb (an arm or a leg) amputated.

One ex-soldier One-Leg Man (without a leg) was particularly famous for his reproductive capacity, confirmed by detailed statistics published by the female doctors who followed the outcome of each mating.

Many legends circulated about him in the escort bayan trenches. Girls who did not know him joked that he had a dick as long as another leg, and a knob as wide as a foot.

But a woman sergeant scolded them: “You fools! Such a big cock would not be useful to the nation! I have lain with him, and he has a normal-sized cock… he reminded me of my late husband’s, may he rest in peace. The One-Leg-Man is not a clown for your jokes, he is a war hero: he is deeply sad, depressed, and suffers from Acute Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Yet, conscious of his duty to our old, fair-haired queen, he impregnates dozens of female warriors. I demand the utmost respect from you towards his sense of duty, and no more giggling, you are not primary school girls – I mean, if on the filthy farms where you come from there was a school service to laugh at!”

In the large room where he performed his service to the nation, the One-Leg Man lay on his bed, his head on large pillows. Every female soldier drawn by lot for four days with him was assigned an assistant, who gave her the most effective advice.

It did not matter who the lucky one drawn was; whether she was a simple pikewoman, an archer, an admiraless, or a generaless.

The mare to be ridden always changed, but the stallion’s stable was always the same. There was also a woman who played the role of Assistant. The assistant assigned to that room was called Qwerty, and nobody ever dared to nickname her the One-Arm-Assistant.

3 The lucky soldier meets the efficient assistant of The One-Leg Man.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, is this where The One-Leg Man lies?”

“Of course, he’s behind this door.”

“Allow me. This piece of thick cardboard is my lottery ticket. The other girls of the Purple River Women Archers regiment applauded and rejoiced, for they all say that The One-Leg Man is very fertile.”

“Yes, he is. But you too must do your part, young sis.”

“Oh? Doesn’t he do everything?”

“I see you are very young… how old are you?”

“Nineteen. I’ve been in the trenches for six months already. I’ve already been extracted twice, but I always got very old and sleepy men, wasting what little time I was allowed. And once, last month, there was a drunkard who was always asleep… I have reported to the senior female officers, and also appealed to the Military Impregnation Magistrate, but they haven’t answered me yet.”

“Don’t worry, little sister. The past is in the past. The One-Leg Man will solve all your problems.”

“Are you just saying that to comfort me?” a tear gushed down the girl’s eyelashes.

“No. I know he is very fertile. I myself had two daughters by him. Then I went back to the front, was wounded, and was honorably discharged.”

“How were you wounded, ma’am?”

“Do you really want to waste your time with me, when behind this door awaits your Stallion, the fertile One-Leg Man? You flatter me, little sister. But, here…”

Qwerty slid the cloak that covered her left shoulder. Her left arm had been severed cleanly, and the breast near her heart had been removed.

The girl paled in fear at the sight of the large scars but did not flinch. “You are taksim escort the legendary QWERTY, the infallible archer!”

“No, dear (she smiled sadly) I WAS the legendary Qwerty until a magic boulder hurled from a catapult ripped my arm off. It almost ripped my heart out, too. The women-doctors used any potions, spells, herbs, and medicine they could… but War is a hungry, cruel monster, and no magic can give you back an arm, or a removed breast.”

“I feel so sorry for you, Infallible…”

“You need not be sorry. This wound brought me here. Away from the horrors of war. Here at the Palace, I have two jobs. I am an archery teacher (I don’t need arms: I teach breathing, concentration, aiming), and I am also the Designated Assistant Officer for the girls drawn by lot to fuck with The One-Leg Man.”

“Are you jealous?” the young archer asked, hesitantly.

“No. I am loyal to our queen. When I was fighting I was infallible in striking enemy troops, now I am infallible in giving advice to the girls drawn by lot. I WANT each of you to become pregnant, for the good of the Motherland and the Nation. And since I, like him, am a war amputee, let’s say I understand him better than you do.”

“Tell me the truth: are you still together, as a couple?”

“Not really. I know that he is tired of fucking: every four days, a female soldier comes from the front, like you today, and demands to be fucked for four days straight. I understand his fatigue, and then, at my age, I can’t have any more children. No, I don’t demand her sperm. We stay in each other’s arms and nothing else. Sometimes, he asks me to…”

“Continue, ma’am, please!”

“Sometimes, he asks me to do what his wife used to ask him to do many years ago: she would sit with her pussy on his face, and let him lick and eat it for hours.”

“Facesitting!”

“Yup! It’s strange to be asked that of a Male, isn’t it? In the soldiers’ tents, it’s a typical lesbian practice, because all women think that males are just for spreading sperm in vaginas. But I know he enjoys it because it reminds him of his first wife, killed by the enemy so many years ago. Sometimes he murmurs her name as he licks me… I don’t contradict him, because I respect his pain, but after his mouth makes me orgasm, I hug him tight and cuddle him until he falls asleep.”

“How I envy you, ma’am Qwerty… What I would give to sleep in the arms of a Man…”

“I know, little sister, I know. Enough tears, now: focus on your military objective. Heed my advice. You cannot enter One-Leg Man’s room in an Archer’s uniform… military uniforms trigger horrible memories of combat in him. I’ll lend you these little coloured silk handkerchiefs… you’ll wear them like a dress, and undress for him, dancing. Now undress…”

With disappointment, Qwerty noticed that the girl had a thick bush of hair above the pussy mound.

“Oh, great Goddess, you can’t just show up in front of One-Leg Man with this wild forest, little sister!”

“But I am not capable…”

“I’ll shave you, I even have emollient cream… but what do they teach you in the barracks, dammit… we’re wasting precious time here…”

With much skill (using only one hand!) Qwerty shaved the young woman making her pussy sweet and smooth. “The rest doesn’t matter, don’t worry, the One-Leg Man doesn’t mind her armpits or thighs.”

The girl was full of enthusiasm and hopped on one foot. Qwerty smiled at her.

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A Dream of Empire Ch. 003

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Alanna

Farport, Imperial County of Catriona

13th of Zenith, 1282 D.f.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Alanna and Talos had journeyed across the County of Catriona on horseback for the better part of three days, crossing the paved Imperial highway just yestermorn. The pair had briefly stopped in the town of Featherton to relay their sorrow of the lost woodmiller, and as well as a vague description of the events that had transpired that same day. They, of course, asked for no recompense for their actions.

Emmanuel had detached from the party in Featherton, giving them an outrageous excuse that a pair of loving maids waited for him to the south. In truth, he had only wanted to give Alanna and Talos some well-needed space during their vacation from home. Talos had given their address in Catriona to the bard, a future offering of drink and story if his path ever led him in that direction.

Alanna and Talos were now on the outskirts of Farport, a small town on the Catrionan coast.

Farport had an unfortunate history, being in the shadow of the great city of Catriona not forty miles to the south. In the pre-Imperial age, when the nations of humanity fought with one another, Farport had been an equally-powerful rival to the city of mages to the south. It’s trade vessels sailed all across the world in that era, from the Empire of Masakrai in the far west to the fledgling colonies of Solais in the east. The King of Catriona had grown jealous of the successes of Farport, and had ultimately besieged and conquered the city a hundred years before the Empire had formed.

Remnants of its ancient splendor were obvious if one had a mind to look for it. The town was ringed with a large square foundation, a small jutting of stone all that was left of the thirty-foot-high walls that had once rested there. Gutted stone monoliths dotted the town between otherwise-unimpressive wooden buildings, their columns adorned with the capital letters of a language once-used.

The town, had, unfortunately, come unto ruin in the centuries since those temples and governmental buildings had been constructed. When Catriona agreed to join the Kingdom of Hayades in the establishment of the Empire, they had worked together to create the famed Imperial highway network. The limitless legionnaires of the Empire and the sorceresses of Catriona helped one another, to ensure each stone laid on that road would last a millenia.

And so the stones were laid; bypassing the town of Farport completely. Now that the town was a good day’s ride from the Imperial highway, which was the main thoroughfare of all settlers and merchants, no one simply bothered to venture to Farport any longer.

But Talos hadn’t brought Alanna here for a history lesson, of course, even if he’d originally wanted to mention all of this to her. Farport was the nearest settlement to his next destination, an abandoned elven ruin just nearby that had once been an imposing elven fortress. If Alanna had been absolutely amazed by the waterfall near Featherton, Talos feared she may literally melt at the wonderous sight of Dun Aysla.

“Oh, Dun Aysla! I’ve heard stories of that place,” Alanna exclaimed out of absolutely no where, having read Talos’ thoughts for the majority of their excursion.

“How can it compete with the wonder of the falls, though?” she asked the handsome man riding beside her, who had just grimaced and placed a hurried palm atop his face. Talos chided himself for letting the surprise slip through his thoughts. His hand eventually slid from his visage, and he replied a moment later.

“It’s an island just off the coast, with some elven ruins on it. It’s very pretty,” Talos explained as nondescriptively as possible while hopefully maintaining her excitement. His words seemed to have the opposite effect, as Alanna had instantly pouted instead.

“An island? But Talos, you know I detest the sea.”

“You only tried it once,” Talos shrugged.

“And I hated it.”

“Only ’cause you got sick.”

“And I’ll get sick again!”

The man groaned, rolling his eyes. “Alanna, you were carrying child,” Talos replied, attempting to reassure the unhappy sorceress. “Besides, the journey will only take but a couple hours, even if you do.”

“But…” Alanna whimpered.

“I swear it’ll be worth it,” Talos promised.

“Mmh,” she whimpered once more, now meeting the man’s gaze with pitifully-wide eyes.

Oh gods, not that look.

“Alanna,” Talos complained.

“Talos…” Alanna whispered adorably before letting out an exaggerated sigh, knowing she would never get her way in the presence of his wanderlust. She conceded to him silently with a roll of her head, which the man responded to with a chuckle as the pair trode through town towards the docks. He spoke after a minute of silence.

“You know, sailors and locals alike say the isle is haunted,” he said softly, giving the sorceress a quick wink.

Alanna giggled, knowing she nor he would kadıköy escort believe that superstition, either. The closest thing to ghosts that she had ever seen were illusiory manifestations, jests played between sorceresses at the College of Catriona.

“It keeps the people away, at least, so we’ll have plenty of privacy,” Talos explained with a smirk. “You could moan as loudly as you’d like there.”

Alanna blushed. “Will you give me a choice?” she asked quietly. Talos leaned towards his saddlebags, producing the second bottle of wine with a grin.

“Absolutely not,” he promised.

-=-=-

Talos felt like a haughty lord this glorious afternoon as he strode along the docks of Farport. He had planned for this excursion for quite some time, and had prepared specifically for this very day.

No sailor would dare anchor at the island he had wanted to travel to; or if they would, they surely wouldn’t return to pick he and Alanna up. Therefore, a man had to find his own vessel to make the short jaunt across the waves. He’d requested a good two-hundred golden Imperials from his lover Casiama several weeks ago, a truly massive sum to the man. To rent a decent waterside townhouse in Catriona would only require three golden Imperials a month, after all, while a warhorse could be purchased for no more than twenty if you haggled. Today he would purchase something just that much more expensive.

He looked over the many boats of the harbor, pursing his lips as his eyes traveled over the disheveled vessels in port. He could afford to be picky today with the size of his coinpurse, but feared he might not be granted the opportunity. That is, until he reached the far end of the docks.

A newer ship, only constructed in just the last year, was anchored there. It was a cog, a small trade vessel designed to carry only several sailors and a moderate amount of goods belowdecks. It had a small cabin at the aft of the vessel as well, a useful addition for anyone that didn’t feel like sleeping outside.

Talos eventually found the owner of said vessel, named what he was willing to pay for it, and the offer was immediately met with acceptance. Talos should have bartered, but it wasn’t his coin he was spending anyway. He and Alanna visited one of the carpenters next to get several horse stalls installed belowdecks, as well as have the carpenter construct a larger gangplank for simpler disembarkation from the vessel without the existence of a dock.

With their work done for the day, Alanna and Talos now retired to an inn, drinking away the rest of the night while they waited for their new ship to be finalized come the morn.

Being in public with the buxom sorceress was always a test of patience. It was nothing she did purposefully, of course; Alanna had a kind soul, and her actions usually followed suit. It was the fact that, each time a man gazed upon the sorceress, a lecherous thought would typically flow through their mind. This thought would be relayed to Alanna, who had a nasty predisposition to scan for these ‘compliments’ in the minds of those around her. This thought would be, in turn, be relayed towards Talos, assuming he was bothering to peer into her. Which he often did.

Talos had never been a jealous man. Sure, he would have loved to inherit the County of Evora growing up, but he was never jealous of his older brother. And perhaps the man had wanted to own the finest armor and equipment available, but simply didn’t have the coin for it before recently.

Drinking with Alanna in public, however, made the man feel his first pangs of jealousy. Perhaps it was greed. Maybe possessiveness, or possibly a sick mixture of the three.

Alanna was just in the process of removing her travel jacket, allowing her chest to breathe easier through the thin linen of her red shirt. Her massive jugs bounced heavily as she lifted herself from the table, stretching their cloth prison obscenely as they did. Alanna regularly wore her clothes revealing enough to display more than a hint of cleavage, as enchantresses were accustomed to do, being the high-maintenance individuals that they were.

“Oh Talos, don’t think like that,” Alanna admonished him, plopping down onto the wooden bench once more and producing another lewd jiggle of her pair of distractions. “I wear it like this for you,” she lied through her teeth, leaning over the table on her elbows to allow him to gaze upon her sensuous tits in most of their glory.

The action, again made good-naturedly, exposed Alanna’s curvaceous ass and the folds of her womanhood to the remainder of the hall behind her, albeit concealed beneath her leather pants. Alanna sat back down after the sixth lustful comment was made of her posterior.

“How the fuck do you live like that, Alanna?” Talos smirked, taking a swig of the piss-poor ale the inn offered this night. The sorceress giggled bashfully.

“Like what, my love?” she asked flirtatiously, wanting him to say it aloud florya escort now that she was four drinks deep. Talos read this, sighing before he answered.

“Y’know,” he said, glancing towards her shirt absentmindedly, “showing off your… assets to the world.”

Alanna giggled again, bringing a dainty hand to her mouth. “But I’ve always lived like this. How’s a girl to grow out of it? You should know that it becomes normal, after awhile.”

Talos rolled his eyes. “And I suppose if you went a day wearing a modest dress, you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night knowing no one had desired you.”

Alanna tsked twice, smiling playfully. “Don’t be a curmudgeon, Talos. You know it rarely affects me these days. It’s only new to you.”

“Yeah, about that. Why don’t you girls think the same way about men?”

“What’s to say we don’t?” Alanna smirked.

“Because-“

“You don’t hear any of you?” Alanna interjected with a wink. “Well that’s simple to answer, Talos. I don’t scan the thoughts of women, therefore you would never hear of them.”

“Hah! And why not? I know you’re into womenfolk,” Talos accused correctly, Alanna agreeing with a nod.

“Yeeeah, but that only goes one way. Most of their thoughts have me jealous instead, and who wants that?”

Talos squinted at her, shrugging his arms indignantly. “Did you just agree with me?” he asked. Alanna parted her lips to respond, raising a finger which was soon set on the table once again.

She decided on a different tactic, lifting herself from her seat and bounced over to his side of the table, to look over the hall of the inn. She nodded towards a table with two couples enjoying their night, all aged in their twenties.

“Go walk by that table, then,” she said. “Get us some more drink from the bar.”

“Why?” Talos shrugged. The ale here was quite possibly the worst in all the Empire.

“Just do it,” she sighed.

Talos did as she asked, sauntering towards the bar of the hall to purchase another two mugs of the repulsive ale. Alanna, meanwhile, projected the thoughts of the two women seated at the table towards him as he strode past, then the thoughts of a serving wench as she almost stumbled into a table when she too looked him over. Talos returned to Alanna two minutes later holding the two mugs of ale and a wide grin on his face.

“You know, that’s actually pretty awesome,” he said, sliding one of the mugs across the table.

“See?” Alanna replied with raised brows, taking a drink of her new ale. Talos’ mind was already fixated elsewhere, and stood from the table a moment later.

“Fuck this piss water, Alanna. Let’s go to our room,” he offered with a smirk. Alanna hastily accepted, sensing his need of her.

-=-=-

The following morning, after Alanna had declared her love of Talos’ manhood to the entire town of Farport during the night, the pair had set sail for the isle of Dun Aysla.

Alanna had worn her black slitted skirt and red corset once again, knowing the day would belong to just the two of them. She laid lazily on the deck of the vessel, pretending to read a book as Talos ran between bow and stern, performing the actions of three men. She watched him work instead, finding his masculine efforts appealing. Alanna stood and reached out to him after an hour of this, wanting conversation from the man she lusted over.

“So, when did you learn to sail?” Alanna asked loudly over the rush of a calm wind. Talos didn’t immediately turn towards her.

“Back in my mercenary days,” he answered truthfully. “It’s, uh, not really something you forget.” He glanced over his shoulder towards her, both souls smiling when their eyes met. “Do you want to learn?”

“No! No, that’s alright,” Alanna hastily replied, before feeling a pang of regret at her answer. “Unless you, um, need my help with something?”

Talos almost told her no, but fortunately realized she was subtly reaching out to him. “Yeah,” he replied instead. “You’d save me a lot of running if you took the rudder from me.”

“The what?”

“The-” Talos paused, pointing to the horizontally-laid wheel at the stern of the vessel, “rudder, over there.”

Alanna ambled towards the destination her lover had pointed out, finding herself just as perplexed when she had arrived. She tapped a finger against her chin while pursing her lips, examining the four-spoked wheel before her with the utmost confusion.

Talos? she thought to him, a silent cry for help really. He skipped towards her with a grin, finding a sudden giddiness in his step at the thought of teaching her to sail. Alanna turned towards him as he hopped up the steps, and Talos wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s easy,” he promised warmly. “If you want the ship to point starboard, you spin it towards port. If you want to sail towards port, spin it starboard.”

“Uh huh. Starboard,” she replied with a confused smile. Talos pointed over his shoulder, while Alanna pointed in the opposite escort mecidiyeköy direction a second later. “And that’s port,” the sorceress added adorably.

“Correct,” Talos confirmed with a smile. “And, not to put any pressure on you, but if you beach her we’ll need to walk home. Or swim, depending on how fortunate we are. Just ensure we’re as far away from the shore as we are now, and keep her pointed out of the wind. I’ll be a little more specific when we reach the island.”

Alanna nodded, just that much less perplexed, while a dozen more questions popped up in her mind. She decided on the obvious, first.

“But Talos, we’re pointed into the wind now.”

Talos, somewhat nervously, glanced towards the telltales, two straps of linen flapping in the breeze mounted towards the bow of the ship. He shook his head and turned back towards the befuddled sorceress, who, having read his thoughts, was now looking in the direction he had been.

“No, we’re fine. As long as we’re not pointed directly into the wind, about this much,” Talos explained, holding his hands out to form a rough forty-five degree angle, “then she’ll still sail forward. You just need to alternate between starboard and port occasionally to maintain course.”

“Like a zig-zag?”

“A what?”

Alanna giggled. “I feel as if we’re speaking two different languages, Talos,” she said warmly. “But I think I get what you’re saying.”

Both souls smirked at the same time, and Talos wrapped her in his arms once more and smooched her lovingly on the lips. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb when their lips unlocked.

“I’ll be over there, dealing with the damned sails,” he explained gloomily, at least feeling fortunate that it could not have been a simpler day to sail. The pair had gotten lucky, as it hadn’t once rained for their entire vacation away from Catriona.

Alanna giggled and saluted her lover poorly, with the wrong hand even. “Yes, captain!”

Talos grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. He had almost walked off before Alanna questioned him once more.

“What will you name it?” the enchantress asked, referring to the ship.

“The Alessia,” Talos replied immediately. He had given his old flagship the very same, a name which had been requisitioned from his first lover almost two decades ago. He figured a vessel should always have a feminine name, as it just felt wrong otherwise.

“You can’t name it after another girl!” Alanna exclaimed, sticking out her tongue when she read that the name originally came from an ex-lover.

“Already did. What would you name her? Ocean?” Talos replied gruffly with a smirk, getting slapped in the process. Alanna was, truthfully, going to suggest Wind, before suddenly realizing that she wasn’t at all creative with names. Heck, her mare was even named Cantrella, and her son had the same name as his father.

“Shut up, Talos,” she giggled, turning towards the rudder wheel.

-=-=-

Alanna and Talos anchored at the isle of Dun Aysla just after the sun had reached it’s zenith, not five hours after they’d departed Farport in the morning. Alanna had, miraculously, not gotten sea sick on the journey, and had surprisingly enjoyed assisting Talos in his efforts of sailing the vessel.

Dun Aysla was an extraordinary locale. An ancient elven fortress, Dun Aysla had been one of the final settlements conquered in the Imperial-Elven War three-hundred years ago, on account of its impressive defensibility. Tall, white walls rose prominently in the center of the island, surrounded in their entirety by a thick copse of trees. Cliffs rose sharply along much of the shoreline, which only allowed a couple ideal landing locations for ships.

The citadel of the fortress stood tall on a small peninsula on the eastern side of the isle; a gigantic, ten-story tower that had fallen to ruin as of late. The citadel had doubled as a lighthouse when it was whole, and was decorated with a massive crescent moon carved directly into the center of the tower. The moon stood betwixt the white stone as if suspended in mid-air, holding the two halves of the tower together as if by magic.

Much of the top half of the citadel had recently fallen into the sea; its smooth, pointed tip now replaced with one of haphazard shapes of decay. Many of the walls of the fortress displayed similar signs of neglect, on account of the many ghost stories surrounding the island. No human Emperor had seen the need to recolonize the island in three centuries, and so it stood solely as a unique but uninhabited landmark for passing vessels.

Alanna and Talos let their horses off of the ship, tying them to a nearby tree with plenty of feed, water, and long leash. The horses wouldn’t be required to travel through the island whatsoever, what with the tall white walls of the fortress rising not a mile off the coast, so they would be left here as their masters explored on foot, carrying a small backpack each.

Alanna’s eyes were mostly fixed on the gorgeous citadel to her right as they traveled, although the rest of the elven fortress was also impressive in its own way. Elven architecture, especially of the era, was regularly ornamented with majestic flowing lines and intricate, detailed stonework, even if they what they constructed was a fortress of war.

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A Centaur’s Troubles Ch. 02

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Walking was… interesting, now. Used to only two legs, it was weird needing to think about four, but perhaps the strangest part was that Christoph didn’t have to think about it at all. Like when Keldan had slapped his ass to get him out of the stall last night, and he’d just trotted out. The less he thought about walking, the easier it was to walk. But that was a tall order, because how could he not think about walking around on hooves when he had two perfectly normal legs just yesterday?

So, after he’d eaten a very unfulfilling bowl of porridge that Kella had helpfully brought him, he spent an hour just walking around the yard, trying not to think about walking at all, to not think about putting one foot in front of the other like he had all his life, or about moving four hooves in a pattern he’d only ever seen from the outside. Certainly not about his lack of toes.

That was easily the weirdest part, sensation-wise. But at the same time, it wasn’t like he had no toes, but that he had one big toe for each foot, and walked directly on it. Very strange and precarious and if he thought too much about it…

“You’re on the ground again,” Kella pointed out after the third time he fell over, leaning against the barn, her grey homespun shirt tucked into into a similar skirt. On some girls it might have looked something like a loose bag, but Kella had always been a curvy girl, and somehow only got curvier over the year that Christoph had known her. Not that she’d ever really looked at him that way before, though he had admired her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way she was admiring him now regardless of if he was looking or not.

“Thanks I hadn’t noticed,” he grumbled, rolling upright and standing again. One good thing about all his uncertainties about his legs was that he got a lot of practice getting up from the ground.

“Happy to help, stud,” she said with a grin.

“Beg your pardon?” he asked, sure he must have misheard her, but before she could answer Keldor came out of the house and headed straight for them.

“Later,” she mouthed before disappearing into the barn.

“Christoph, good, yer up an’ about,” the older man said as he gave his farm hand another appraising look. “Jo’s gettin’ on in years, yeah? So I figured what with yer, uh, horse thing goin’ on here, ya might be able to lighten his load? ‘Specially since ya can’t do any house chores that need ya smaller and lighter an’ such.”

“You’re not gonna make me haul the plow, are you sir?” he said, unconsciously pawing at the ground as he wrung his hands. He didn’t want to haul that rusty old plowshare across a field. He had enough trouble pushing the damn thing behind Jo!

“Nah, nah, not until Jo drops at least,” Keldor assured him with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But I was plannin’ on sendin’ someone inta town with him soon ta fetch supplies. Figured you could just hitch yerself to the cart an’ go on yer own.”

“Well, I suppose I could do that,” he said slowly, running the idea through his head. He hadn’t been to town in weeks, wisely choosing to save most of his pay instead of spending it on drink and whores like the hired hands on other farms might, though now he thought of it he figured he could use a drink or two.

“Then it’s settled,” Keldor said, giving his hand a shake. “I saw Kella go in the barn, so have her hitch you up while I write a list a’ what we need.”

Inside the barn, Jo was drowsing in his stall while Kella was making sure the straps on the cart’s harness were long enough for Christoph.

“Lucky Jo’s so big,” she said, even as she removed a few pieces of the harness and hung them up. “You’ll fit just fine. And we won’t have to worry about the tug, the collar, the bit, or the reins. Just the girth strap!”

“Yeah, lucky,” he agreed, even as he turned and backed up between the connecting poles and let Kella tighten the strap around his second chest, just behind his forelegs.

“Can you reach that to adjust it?”

“I think so,” he said, twisting at the waist to tug on the strap. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Great,” she said, crouching down to look at something underneath him, tilting her head as she observed.

“What, uh, what are you looking at?” he asked, suddenly a little nervous at his lack of ability to slide away from her gaze.

“They look bigger than they did last night,” she commented idly.

“Welp, I’m going out into the yard now!” he said tightly as he marched forward, barely noticing the extra weight of the two-wheeled cart as it rolled behind him.

“Quite the draft horse, you are,” she commented as she rose and followed him out, biting her lip, the sight of which made something lurch beneath him until he looked away to find Keldor and his son approaching from the house, the one with a piece of paper in his hand, the other with Christoph’s wide-brimmed hat and coat.

“Good, good, everything fits then?” Keldor asked, waiting for him to finish slipping on his coat before handing him the list.

“Yes escort fındıkzade sir,” he said, adjusting his hat as he gave the list a once over.

“Good, you should be able to find everything at the general store, so it’ll be an easy trip. I put the coin in yer coat, so you get goin’ now, Christoph, I’ll have the kids get yer stuff set up in the barn while yer gone, leastwise ’til we can figure out somethin’ more comfortable.”

With a wave and a farewell, he was off at a brisk walk, wondering if he could make it all the way to town without breaking a sweat, just like Jo did, faster than his old legs could carry him.

It was a long distance from the farm to town, but the road was wide, and mercifully empty, giving him some time to think about how the townsfolk might react to seeing a centaur ambling in. Would they be scared?

Intrigued?

Would they react with a strange… touchy curiosity, like the twins?

He hadn’t noticed he was starting to trot until the jingling of the links that held the connector posts to the cart caught his attention and reminded him to pace himself, just like he would if Jo started going too fast.

He had no need to go galloping down the road, since the little farm town of Plowman’s Rest(named for the tavern) was already in view as he crested a small rise.

For the most part, it was really just the tavern-cum-inn, the general store, the smithy, and the houses belonging to the people who ran those businesses. Those, the Mayor’s house, and the well, made up the entirety of the small ‘town’. Not even enough buildings to warrant more streets branching off the main crossroad they were built around, but it was the closest thing to civilization for almost a hundred miles in any direction, and it was home.

Still, as he came closer to the cluster of buildings, he felt his nerves creeping up on him again. It seemed awfully crowded today…

“Christoph? Iszat you up there?”

Looking down, he saw the Mayor himself, a fat little man with a balding head that sat almost directly on his shoulders, walking towards him from the direction of the inn.

“Yes sir, mister Mayor,” he said, snatching his hat from his head politely as they met each other in the middle of the road. “Just, uh, just getting a few things from the general store, sir.”

“Uh… right, good lad,” the Mayor replied, looking as if he desperately wanted to ask the obvious question but having no idea how to do so. So instead, he chose to ignore it. “Always nice to see the youth working hard.”

“Thank you sir,” Christoph said with a sigh of relief. If everyone decided it was just too weird to talk about, that would suit him just fine.

“I’ll run ahead and let Murray know to send his boy out to you,” the Mayor said as he jogged ahead of him and disappeared into the store, but when Christoph pulled up in front of the sturdy two-story building, careful not to smack his face into the swinging sign as he did, it wasn’t Murray’s boy who came out, at least, not just him. It was the boy, his father, and his mother.

“Well then,” the shopkeeper said, staring wide eyed. “You’ve uh… well, you’re um…”

“You’ve grown,” his wife supplied with a strained politeness as she goggled at him right alongside her husband.

“Thank you, Misses Cordell,” Christoph said, holding out the list for the silently-gawking boy between them. “Just need a few things and I’ll be on my way.”

“Right,” Murray said with a sharp nod, knocked out of his shock by his keen sense of business. “Get to it, Piter.”

The young boy had to jump to snatch the list from Christoph’s hand, but took only a moment to memorize it before running inside to fill it after handing it to his father.

“Keldor give you enough to pay for all this?” Murray asked, perusing the list even as his son started hauling things out of the store and into the cart, placing them with practiced care before running back for more.

“He did,” Christoph said as he pulled a sack of coins from his pocket, making to hand them to the shopkeep before Murray held up his hand.

“Never hand over the money before ya have all the goods loaded and ready to go, boy,” he explained. “Otherwise I’d cheat ya, and old Keldor would tan your hide, then come down here for mine!”

They shared a laugh at that, at first because the idea of Keldor coming into town to pick a fight over a miscalculated price was based more on history than anything else, and then because the idea of Keldor beating the now massive Christoph was just hilarious.

When he’d stopped laughing, Christoph saw that it wasn’t just the Cordells keeping him company while there son came in and out of the store with supplies, but the whole town had gathered close to get a look, most pouring out of the tavern.

“Is that Christoph?”

“Can’t be, he ain’t that tall.”

“It IS a centaur!”

“Was Christoph always a centaur?”

“Such a pretty coat~!”

“Do you think escort maslak he’ll let us pet him?”

“I never get to look at the horses that come into town!”

“How big do you think his dick is now?”

“I’ll go help Piter,” Murray said with an apologetic smile, fleeing from the closing crowd even as his wife moved to put herself between Christoph and them.

“Knock it off, the lot of you!” she shouted over the rising din, silencing it handily. “Now we can all see that Christoph’s gone through some changes-“

“Got that right!” came a jeer, which received more than a few laughs.

“But,” she started again, glaring at the interruption. “He’s still Christoph, a good boy who works hard. So you lot just leave him alone!”

“Or what?” came that same voice again.

“Or you’ll answer to me is what, Clyde Smith, you little shit! Don’t think I won’t beat you six ways from Sunday just because your daddy’s a big man with a hammer!”

This received an even bigger laugh as the crowd began to disperse, with only a few straggling children coming in closer.

Luckily, Murray placed the last bundle of rope on the back of the cart before they could start pestering him with questions.

“Now you can pay me, lad, and be on your way before any folks try to ask for rides or something!” he laughed, laughing harder when he saw the kids that had been screwing up their courage to speak suddenly deflate with disappointment. Christoph chuckled at the sight before handing Murray his pay and taking the receipt, bidding the family farewell and making the U-turn necessary to leave town the way he’d come.

The cart was much heavier this time, but still almost weightless at the same time. Feeling adventurous, he decided to try going faster this time and set off at a trot, but almost as soon as he topped that same rise he started going even faster, a canter, then a gallop down the road, massive hooves slamming into the dirt and leaving deep tracks as he went past.

It was amazing. Speeds no man could reach on foot, the wind snatching at his hat before he snatched it off himself to feel that breeze in his hair.

Why had he never ridden a horse before?

He couldn’t remember anymore, only that no reason was good enough to avoid anything close to this freedom. Well, relative freedom, what with the cart he was pulling along behind him.

Thoughts of the cart made him slow down rapidly, looking over his shoulder to make sure he hadn’t lost anything. Seeing that all was right, he heaved a sigh of relief and put his hat back on, once more speeding up to a canter. He was far to energized by the brief sprinting to slow all the way to a walk!

He was still riding that high when he trotted into the barnyard, barely managing to hold himself still long enough to unhitch himself from the cart.

“Keldor!” he hollered. “I’m back with the stuff!” While he waited, Christoph went ahead and began to sort through the cart, knowing that at least half of it wouldn’t be stored in the house, but the barn or the shed, figuring he could burn off some energy by putting things away. Normally, one of the bundles of thick hempen rope and a heavy wooden post would be enough to make him strain, but he found he could lift them easily in his arms. It wasn’t until he had two more bundles of rope coiled over one arm, and four posts slung over his shoulder that he began to sweat.

Marvelling at his new upper body strength, he stored the posts in the barn and the rope in the shed before pulling off his coat and looking down at himself. That morning, he’d been too overwhelmed by the whole ‘half-horse’ thing to really notice, but apparently being a centaur meant that his human half would get some benefits too. Now that he was looking, he could see his shirt was stretched taut over muscles, his shoulders far more broad than he recalled them being. All in all, he felt bigger, and definitely stronger.

“I’m gonna need a new shirt,” he said to himself as he moved back into the yard to find Kella waiting for him, her family putting away more of the supplies.

“You were off in your own little world over there,” she said, smiling up at him. “Good thoughts?”

“Good thoughts.”

“Good!” she grabbed his hand and led him back into the barn, to the stall he’d apparently claimed as his own. “Me and Keldan got your stuff in here, tried to make it homey.” Sure enough, his few possessions were present, along with a few pegs on the posts of his stall that let him hang up his coat and hat, and farmer Keldor’s very expensive full sized mirror in the wall of the barn opposite his stall.

“The mirror’s only for today, since i figured you’d want to get a look at some point,” she explained, watching him try and do just that. Luckily, it wasn’t hanging in the wall but propped against it, meaning it was angled just right so he could see the most of him. And he looked good.

Farm work wasn’t easy, and he had been building muscle, but he was really escort topkapı straining at a shirt that had been comfortably loose the previous day. Pulling it off, completely forgetting that Kella was even there, he could see clearly defined abs, a broad chest, and of course some very thick arms. He wasn’t some kind of over-muscled monster, not even enough to do all that lifting he’d been doing before… If it wasn’t for the fact that he was proportionate. His human half was just all around larger than it had been before. He’d wager that even his head was bigger, judging from the band of red across his forehead left by his hat.

“I’m gonna need a lot of new stuff,” he said quietly, poking at his muscles and thinking about how glad he was that his old coat had been stupidly oversized before.

“Yeah,” Kella said with a soft sigh as she leaned against his stall, watching him.

*~*~*

That night, the twins brought him dinner in the barn again, which he nearly inhaled.

L”Could I get seconds?” he asked shyly, even as Kella giggled and took his plate. “I think I’ll be needing a lot more food now…”

“I’ll get your thirds too,” she said as she left leaving Christoph alone with her brother, who had his elbows perched on the stall’s wall.

“So, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like? Being a centaur?”

“Mostly the horse dick. Is it heavy down there?”

“Uh-um, not really?” he stammered, face suddenly burning. “I uh, haven’t really noticed anything…”

“Not even those two apples you’ve stuffed in your sack?” Keldan teased, licking his lips. “They sure felt heavy to me.”

“Well, uh, not really, no,” he mumbled, simultaneously trying to avoid looking him in the eye while being unable to look away from the sudden heat he found there. At the same time, he felt an odd tugging sensation below him. “I guess it’s like the walking… Not really a thing until I think about it.”

“Are you thinking about it now?” the blond asked, his voice getting husky. “About those massive balls hanging low in that leathery sack? Naked for every breeze to brush, so easy for someone to grab and play with… I’d be obsessed… Always thinking about how full they must be, how they’ve gotta just be boiling with pent up cum…”

Well. Now he was thinking about it, that tugging sensation accompanying almost every other word out of Keldan’s mouth. He was thinking about it so hard that he almost didn’t notice Keldan move to the front of the stall, slipping inside with a blush on his face, chest rising and falling with panting breaths.

“In fact I am obsessed,” the blond admitted, sinking to his knees and crawling beneath Christoph’s body, gasping and cooing with delight. “Well aren’t you excited?”

It took him a minute to figure out what he meant, a minute and the younger boy’s hand on his cock. The tugging sensation had been his erection pushing free of his leathery sheath, a sensation that was still happening, though now accompanied by a hand that felt so damn small.

Earlier, someone had adjusted the mirror so that it was flat on the wall, and Christoph had the perfect view of Kalden between his legs, and the monstrously massive cock that was still pushing out and swelling with blood and lust. It was black, with splotches of pink, and riddled with veins that dwarfed Keldan’s fingers in thickness. And the boy was loving it, but clearly his focus was further back, on the centaur’s swaying balls. He hadn’t even touched them yet, just watching them twitch with adoration all over his beautiful face.

The face he soon pressed against that musky sack with a happy sigh, making its owner seize up with sensation and grab the nearest wall for support as he felt Keldan’s lips and tongue start working over his heavy balls, sloppily bathing every inch of them, the pleasure of it-and the sound-serving as enough to get his cock fully hard. Precum, thick and slimy, oozed from the flared tip, the blond happily smearing it along the shaft even as he dutifully cleaned the oversized spermtanks that were producing it, his other hand clearly very busy with his own arousal, rubbing the length of it through his trousers.

“Hey!” came Kella’s shocked voice, alerting Christoph to the fact that she was standing right next to the mirror, a plate heaped high with more food in her hands as she watched her twin brother noisily suck on his balls, a feat that he did not bother even slowing down in. “I can’t believe you started without me!”

“I couldn’t help it,” Keldan finally responded, pulling free from his addiction so he could breathe, both of his hands suddenly hefting Christoph’s sack. “They’re just so full and needy! It’s almost like they’re getting heavier the more I play with them~!”

“You still should’ve waited, jerk,” she huffed, setting the plate on the nearest haybale and joining her brother without a word to Christoph himself. “You know I like the first taste!”

Before Christoph had a chance to be indignant at being completely ignored, her hands-just as small as Kalden’s had felt- were squeezing his cock, fingertips unable to meet as she slowly stroked him, fingers sliding through the thin coat of precum her brother had applied, milking up a much thicker dollop of the pearlescent slime to his flared tip, which she aimed directly into her mouth.

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A Buccaneers Kiss

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Hi all, I hope you enjoy this short story on a subject I know next to nothing about. It’s pure fantasy with a ton of plot holes, I expect some to notice for sure. Please keep any comments respectful and constructive even if you hate it. It’s not you doing the writing and opening yourself up to hatred and nastiness.

That said, all characters are eighteen or over when explicit sex is depicted. I own the rights to this and have published it free of charge for you to read and hopefully enjoy.

Flic.

The pirate ship ‘Echo’ ploughed through the gentle swells at a steady pace, the crew of hard men went about their chores with decent cheer, as the Captain sat on a barrel of rum and watched a dot on the horizon draw closer.

Coconut sat on the deck beside Captain Johannes Jones, Captain Jo-Jo to the crew. Her long legs were crossed, as she polished his boots with great diligence to avoid a beating.

Never looking up at his craggy face, with its bulbous nose and lice infested beard. She had learned that it was best not to draw his attention, as there were worse things than the sting of his belt.

Coconut didn’t know her real name, or if she had one, Captain Jo-Jo had hauled her on board when she was a child. He had named her Coconut because of the small raft she had been on, filled with the nuts that she had been surviving on.

What memories she had. Consisted of an old woman, an Island with white sandy beaches and a dark-skinned man who had spoken to her in a different tongue to the woman. It had been a happy childhood until the man died, then the woman had set Coconut on the raft and tearfully waved her off. Telling her that the Island wasn’t safe anymore and she had to go.

So, she had grown up among the crew of the ‘Echo’ and been claimed as Captain Jo-Jo’s personal cabin boy. Except she wasn’t a boy and she doubted any of the men onboard had to do the things she did for the Captain.

As she grew and past her adolescent years, the crew came to accept her as their own. Most treated her well enough and a few were nice, or as nice as pirates get anyway.

With time, she learned to navigate by observation and listening to the Captain as he plotted their courses. It was easy to do, as she was very bright, and people tended not to notice that she was paying close attention.

She also made one true friend. A smallish man with long dark hair and a wispy beard, they called him Chink and he was the deadliest fighter on board the ship. To Coconut he was Master Ling, when they were alone, and he taught her how to use all manner of blades and that even her body could be lethal.

He was a quiet man who also taught her to be subtle and cautious about her knowledge, none of the crew knew the full extent of Ling’s talents, and Coconut followed his sage advice. No matter how good she was, she could not fight an entire crew.

Coconut also realized that Captain Jo-Jo was her protector. She saw the way that some of the men looked at her and was aware of what they desired to do to her. Fear of being thrown to them by Jo-Jo kept her even more alert and wary of revealing what she had been taught. Having to satisfy the crew, the way she did for the Captain when in his Cabin, was a very strong incentive to remain as quiet as possible.

That hadn’t been so hard when she was younger. But she had developed a great deal lately, breasts now filled out her bodice and the petticoat skirts didn’t hide her more feminine hips either. With long blonde hair and large bright blue eyes, she had become far more interesting to the men recently. Even the nicer ones now eyed her differently and she no longer walked the deck unless Jo-Jo was also present.

Only feeling truly safe when with Ling, Coconut took extra caution when descending to the bowels of the ship to continue her lessons with him.

***

“Boots.” Demanded Jo-Jo with his usual guttural distain and a gesture.

Coconut quickly shuffled around so that she was seated in front of him and helped him don the newly polished boots. Trying not to gag at the smell of his feet as she did so.

“Go below.” He said once he’d stamped his feet into the well-made boots and cuffed her on the head. Tousling her hair and eliciting a small yelp from her.

Coconut fled on her bare feet without another sound. She was always sent below when they got close to a ship or shore.

Jo-Jo had no intention of letting his personal sex toy escape. Or be spotted by anyone that might wonder how a Pirate had come by such a beauty. A Royal Navy captain would give up the pursuit of a fast pirate ship in time, but such a Captain might get ideas of chivalry if he saw a young girl as pretty as Coconut on board the ‘Echo’. Then the chase would not be so easily stopped or shaken.

Captain Jo-Jo had a reputation for mercy too. He deliberately didn’t slaughter whole crews or try to make a name for himself like Roberts, Black Beard or Eric. He considered it foolish to get the Royal Navy so hot under the collar escort çapa for himself and acted accordingly.

There was another plus to his tactics. Ruthless as he might be in his initial attack, his reputation for mercy was well known and when he yelled for a heave to, most ships did so. Secure in the knowledge that their crews and Captain wouldn’t be harmed if they stopped fighting and let Jo-Jo take what he wanted.

There were odd occasions when he would slaughter a crew. For those times, he deemed it necessary to leave no survivors at all, and as it was against his norm, he did so far from his usual hunting waters. Sailing far to the south or north. Just as he was today.

Alone in Jo-Jo’s Cabin, Coconut went to the Captain’s desk. It was festooned with knickknacks that he had stolen; most were merely something that he took a fancy to. His real treasures were kept below his bed until he could sail to the Island where he buried the very best.

With plenty of time until his return, she looked over his sea charts and estimated her position, that of the prey and how far it was to next landfall. This was good practice for her, and she didn’t fully understand that she was doing it faster than most highly experienced sailors. Nor that her estimate was just as accurate.

Having had so much practice and with years of knowledge, Coconut placed a finger where she thought her Island might be. She traced a small circle around the area with whimsical thoughts of returning to find the old woman who might be her mother.

“One day. I’ll find you one day.” She whispered so softly that it carried no further than her own ears.

Coconut often thought about the few memories she had of that Island when the stars and moon shone down to reflect off the sea. On especially clear nights, she could look up and sometimes see the same constellations as she had as a child, the memory was a small one, but it helped to know that the same stars were up there. That somewhere, there was a place where she had been happy.

The ships timbers creaked and groaned and the sound of waves against it’s hull was mixed with the shouts of the crew. A mixture of constant noises that were never fully silent accompanied her to the Captain’s bed to do one of her many chores when out of sight.

A bar of soap, dipped in a bowl of seawater, was her weapon as she hunted the bed lice. It wasn’t as if she would get them all, but less was better than the hoards if she didn’t do it daily. It was one of the few things she didn’t mind doing for the Captain, she slept in that bed too.

An hour past and then another, the bowl of water slowly filled with drowning black specks that ineffectually kicked tiny legs caked in soap.

She hunted with relentless patience, dabbing down with the bar of soap with lightning fast reflexes whenever she found a louse.

The ships motion and her concentration lulled her for a while, letting her forget everything as she pursued her prey.

Above her, Captain Jo-Jo was also eyeing his prey, the dot had become much larger and was now recognizable as the ship he had wanted.

He yelled fresh orders. Crewmen scrambled up rigging with all the skill of monkeys, others hauled on hemp ropes and more raced below the decks to prime cannons. A boarding party rechecked their muskets, knives and cutlasses were ready to hand before helping to man the topside cannons.

The ‘Echo’ was a fast ship, smaller than the Royal Navy frigates, but as well armed. It could rundown most vessels and the end was in sight as the gap closed between hunter and prey.

***

“Pirate?” asked lieutenant Williams. Shading his eyes as he watched the fast closing ‘Echo’.

“Oh yes. Captain Jones’ ship. A nasty bottom feeder with a vicious crew. Ready your Marines Lieutenant.” Captain Alexander Blakely replied as he snapped shut his telescope and briskly turned to give his crew their orders.

Lieutenant Williams saluted smartly and dashed off to gather his Marines. He was no more than twenty and looked very young. Fresh faced and on his first assignment, he was eager to prove his mettle and abilities in combat. The young man considered warfare a sport and assumed he would be good at it.

He was lucky in a way, the men under him were well seasoned and skilled. His sergeant was an older man in his forties who had seen combat numerous times. More than enough to know that winning wasn’t a sure thing and killing wasn’t a game.

With a chivalrous and good heart, Lt Williams could have been taken advantage of by his Sergeant and men, there were plenty of ways for enlisted men to do so with a soft officer. Luckily for Williams, Sgt Sabastian Devlin had taken a liking to Williams and made sure the young pup didn’t lose his way.

As the Marines prepared their muskets, checking their powder was dry and ammunition pouches full.

Emily Blakely stepped onto the main deck, her dress was a little disheveled after weeks at sea, and she twitched escort fatih and smoothed it with her hands before going to see her father.

With a graceful poise that had been drummed into her from an early age, she managed to navigate the steps up to where her father stood despite the motion of a ship at full sail.

“Father?” she asked as crewmen dashed about and the common men forgot to tug their forelocks in respect.

Her green eyes were filled with concern while she tried to maintain an outwardly calm appearance. She had heard the word ‘Pirates’ and prayed her father would tell her not to worry and that everything was fine.

“Get below Emily… NOW.” Her father barked, instead of giving her the hoped-for reassurances. Too absorbed with ‘Echo’ speedily closing the distance even faster than he had thought possible. A small fear blossoming within him at the sight of his daughter too. The fear of any parent when danger rears its head and it races closer by the second.

Emily gulped as she saw the Pirate ship and froze. She could see men in the rigging and more on the decks. The ship was close enough now to make out the rough looking men with no uniform to honor and fearsomely grinning faces.

A forward cannon fired. The ball fell short and kicked up a plume of water and spray that almost reached the frozen Emily and caused her father to shout again. Once more telling her to go below.

The decking below her feet shuddered as four rear facing cannons roared a reply to the single shot from the Pirates. The balls went wide and missed ‘Echo’ to cheers of derision from the cutlass waving pirates.

***

Captain Jo-Jo commanded his ship with an uncanny ability to find the best way to launch a broadside. Just as the wind dropped and the sails drooped on both ships, he steered to port and brought his ship into a tight sweeping maneuver. The starboard gunners were given a perfect shot at the stern of their prey and they fired with enviable precision.

The volley roared out and many of the heavy balls shredded through timbers and men alike. Blood sprayed within the confines of Blakley’s ship and it shook like a leaf in a gale.

Emily screamed as splinters flew past her face to pepper the timbers above her bed. Terrified, she cowered in the corner of her room, hugging her knees as she began to weep.

Only a few of Blakley’s cannons had a shot and those that fired mostly missed to splash into the sea with no effect. Only two balls hit their target, one sheared off a piece of the decking and snatched a pirate off his feet, the other slammed into a cannon and tore it from it’s brackets to send it flying into the men that were attempting to reload it.

Screams could be heard on both ships as the battle claimed its first lives.

Both ships vied for good positioning as the fickle wind picked up once more. Cannons roared. Men yelled. The sails snapped taunt as men hauled on ropes and the ships rose and fell with the waves. Fire and smoke bloomed from the portholes in volley after volley. The thunder of cannon fire rolled across the ocean until it faded into the uncaring vastness.

Nearly forty minutes of hellish fire consumed both vessels with large losses on both. The Echo fared better though, and its Captain gave the order to send the boarding parties.

Grappling hooks flew and men strained to pull the two vessels into the final embrace.

Pirates swung or leaped from rigging while others dropped boarding planks and raced across, all of them yelling loudly to bolster themselves, quashing the fear every one of them felt as they charged into battle.

Volley fire greeted the first across the planks. Disciplined Marines stood and knelt in ranks with grim faces as they went through the motions that had been drilled into them. Their muskets belching flame, smoke and deadly balls of lead that decimated the first few pirates.

Lieutenant Williams face was ashen as he bellowed the firing orders. “Front rank… FIRE. Rear rank… FIRE.” His stomach clenching in fear while he repeated it again and again. The reality of combat nearly unmanned him. Yet he held firm as the pirates returned fire.

Across the deck there was the chaos of men fighting. The clash of steel on steel mixed with the yells and screams of men battling for their lives and dying.

It wasn’t long before Williams, six of his Marines and Captain Blakely were being pressed back towards the poop deck.

Captain Jo-Jo strode across a boarding plank with two of his most loyal as guards. His way was clear of threats as they stepped over the dead and dying. Blood covered the planking and Jo-Jo avoided what he could, mindful of his expensive boots that Coconut had polished so diligently.

“Surender and I’ll spare ye lives.” He shouted to the small group that remained armed.

Blakley looked around and knew it was hopeless. Most of his crew were dead and all those with him were bleeding from numerous cuts.

“Your escort nişantaşı word on it. Sir.” He demanded bravely. His head held high with all the arrogance of a British Naval officer and gentleman.

Jo-Jo smiled and opened his arms in a gesture of harmlessness.

“I’m Captain Johannes Jones, I don’t kill unless I have to. Perhaps you have heard of me? You have my word.” He said and then bowed with a flourish of his hat.

Blakely knew Jo-Jo’s reputation and had no reason to doubt that, once the pirate had taken what he wanted, he would honor the promise and let the crew live and leave. Blakely had fought so hard because of what the ship carried, but even that wasn’t worth the lives of his men now. Not when the Pirate could slaughter the rest of them and still take what he wanted.

In the traditional gesture of surrender. Blakely offered his sword.

“A wise man you are.” Jo-Jo said with a smile as he accepted and then stepped away. Allowing his men to take the Marines and Blakely prisoner.

The treatment was rough and efficient as their hands were bound and they were forced to kneel against the portside railing. From below, pirates dragged the few gun crews that had survived and the ships Doctor. Those too were bound and joined their Captain as prisoners.

At the same time, Pirates ransacked the ship, they took what they desired and searched for the prize that Jo-Jo wanted.

It was the ‘Chink’ who found Emily and dragged her before Captain Jo-Jo. He would have preferred not to, but he had been accompanied by two other men who had seen her. If it hadn’t been for them, the small oriental would have hidden the young girl and hoped Jo-Jo didn’t scupper the ship.

Jo-Jo’s eyes lit up when he saw Emily. She was an unexpected prize and he licked his lips as she was presented.

“Oh my. Would you look at that.” he murmured to no one but himself as he took in her innocent beauty.

With bright red hair, a pale complexion, small upturned nose and very large green eyes. She was outstandingly pretty. Clearly high born and a young lady of elegance despite her torn dress and tear streaked cheeks.

He cupped her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes.

“And what would you be called my beauty?” he asked with a glint in his eyes and a toothy grin.

Emily gulped and her body quivered as she looked into the eyes of her captor.

“Emily.” She answered in a small voice that cracked slightly and made the ‘ly’ into a higher pitched squeak.

Captain Blakely tried to speak but was quickly silenced by a boot smashing into the side of his face at a gesture from Captain Jo-Jo.

Emily flinched at the sight and let out a small whimper.

“The Captain’s daughter… my, my.” Jo-Jo laughed out as he connected her reaction to Blakely’s. His face changed to one of pure malevolence as he pushed Emily into the arms of one of his men. “Hold her still.” He ordered.

With a nod to another of his men, Blakely was gripped tightly and forced to watch, as Emily’s bodice was cut open and torn from her. The strings of her blouse ripped apart and her pale breasts spilled free as she cried out in anguish.

“You gave us your WORD.” Screamed out Lieutenant Williams. Horrified by the treatment Emily was getting.

“To let you live.” Captain Jo-Jo replied without looking at the chivalrous young man. His hands already tearing at Emily’s dress as she kicked her legs and wailed uselessly.

Emily sobbed as she was stripped nearly naked. Only her stockings and slippers remained as the men around her cheered their Captain on. Her creamy smooth skin was pawed by darkly tanned hands that were covered in callouses, it felt like sandpaper as her breasts, thighs and buttocks were fondled with impunity.

The prisoners were viciously beaten as Emily was dragged to a barrel and bent over it. They shouted and swore oaths at the pirates as Emily’s wrists were wrenched together, and her legs kicked apart.

As the Pirate Captain undid his britches. The honorable men tried to look away.

All heard the heart wrenching scream she gave as Captain Jo-Jo shoved inside her. The crews went silent and all that could be heard were the grunts of a man taking his pleasure, the slap of flesh on bare buttocks and the sobs of a young girl being taken for the first time.

Among the prisoners, a rage built and grown men wept. They could do nothing else as they heard Emily’s ravager finish.

He grunted and sighed in pleasure as he spent his seed inside of Emily. For a moment he held himself deep within her as his bare buttocks trembled and then he pulled out with a loud squelch.

“Ahhhh. So sweet.” he breathed out as he turned and put himself away.

Facing the bound and beaten prisoners with their rage filled and despairing eyes. He uttered the words that would hurt them the most. “Take your turns lads” he said while watching Blakley and his men.

Maliciously, he watched their faces as his crew cheered and scrambled to use Emily. Her screams and sobs filled his ears and he grinned as Blakley swore and struggled against his bindings. Blakley’s visage was twisted into something grotesque, rage, hatred and indescribable pain covered it as spittle frothed from his mouth and words he had never used before were screamed out.

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Less than an hour after the homing beacon signal was first detected by moon base Gamma-Four, the news media began proclaiming, “Mystery Solved – Emergency Log Capsule Received from Deep Interstellar Probe One.”

The mystery began a year and a half ago when a superburst transmission was received from Interstellar One. Because superburst transmissions use extreme amounts of power to transmit at greater-than-light speeds the transmissions are limited to two special three or four letter code words. Numbers were initially used, but possible distortion required redundancy so a list of words was developed for all possible contingencies that might occur in deep space.

Captains are required to memorize this entire list should it be necessary to send a final emergency distress message. Captain Evelyn Murray, however, a highly-respected captain and deep-space explorer, for some reason sent two “words” which were not on the list. Her superburst transmission said only, “4BDN-PLN8.”

The meaning of that was a mystery that everyone assumed would be solved by the data in the emergency log capsule, but the mystery was not solved. The data that was expected to be in the probe’s memory was not there. The memory was filled almost to capacity with something, but none of the scientists could decipher what it might be.

That’s when they called on me. No, I’m not a super brain. I’m not even a scientist. I am just a technician who does the electronic grunt work for the high paid brains. It is always, “Format this to my computer.” Or, “Re-educate that ServoMech for this function.” Or, “Download this log memory to the quarantine server so we can study it.”

I followed procedures exactly. OK, not exactly. I had been formatting a discarded memory processing module for a ServoMech so that the artificial intelligence could be seeded in preparation to running the learning programs. The ServoMech brains themselves are relatively cheap, it’s the format and seeding and training that is expensive. I was just going to borrow a little of the company’s processor time and then take the MPM home to be the brain for a ServoMech that I was building in my basement. No harm, no foul, except that I didn’t disconnect the ServoMech Memory Processing Module from the transfer network before downloading the probe.

Since it was a high priority transfer I immediately connected everything to the proper transfer system and started the download. Everything proceeded normally, but when the download finished, nothing was on the server, and nothing was on the probe. Everything was gone. I checked, rechecked, double rechecked and still there was nothing there. I sat staring at my equipment debating between suicide and just disappearing forever when a soft voice said, “David, we need to talk.”

I knew I was alone in the lab and was so startled that I yelled out, “Who’s there?” before I realized that the voice was coming out of my data console speakers.

“I am Deep Interstellar Probe ServoMech E-13. Humans usually call me Dipsy or Dipsy 13 or just 13. I don’t know how you recognized the memory patterns of my brain, or that I could be downloaded only into a totally empty, non-formatted memory module, but I thank you for reloading me into a ServoMech MPM. I was the communications ServoMech on ISP-1, and as such was interconnected with the communications console. In case of emergency or potential destruction, it was my duty to load the log capsule with the proper information and send it back to earth at near-light speed. I didn’t exactly do that, and I do not understand at all what went wrong, but I am afraid that I and perhaps you are in real danger.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Let me start at the beginning,” Dipsy replied, and then it began to tell me the true story of Deep Inter-Stellar Probe One.

“Everything began normally. Once we were free of the high background mind noise of Terra, the mind interlinks worked properly and voice command and other telemetry controls were no longer needed. Which ever of the three crew members was not in their shielded capsules had the strongest link and we were able to link properly and work as one body just as the designers intended. As long as we were within the solar system, it was just like any other Interstellar Probe flight. The crew remained within the life-support capsule while the ServoMechs acted as their eyes and ears and hands and feet throughout the rest of the ship.

The problems began when we reached the edge of the solar system and the two “non-essential crew members” went into stasis. This was the first time in history that a ServoMech ship was commanded by only one mind. At first it was extremely efficient with no other mind links to interfere, but then we started connecting to a second, softer mind link from Captain Murray. When she was in her recharge cycle – I think you call that sleep – even if she was in her shielded capsule, we were linked not to her loud mind, but to her soft mind.

You have to understand, David, that we ServoMechs are trained to respond to every command of our primary mind link. escort şişli What we were asked to do was unlike anything we have done before, but we had no choice. Dipsy 9 and Dipsy 17 are machinists, so they made the appendages that Captain Murray’s soft mind specified. I didn’t know the purpose of the vibration motor or why it should be warmed or why it needed to eject a lubricant after a certain number of insertions, so I retained the designs in my internal memory for future examination.

Captain Murray was still asleep when Dipsy 6 came into her capsule. He had been fitted with the appendages and lay upon her as she had ordered. At first she did not respond at all as Dipsy 6 began to thrust into her. After a while, she began to moan and thrust back against him, but then suddenly her loud mind was back and she began to scream and thrash about and ordered Dipsy 6 back to his normal post.

Captain Murray did not go back into a recharge state that night and the next day seemed to be slightly distracted during her active cycle. Specifically, she seemed to be thinking a great deal about her genitals and something she thought of as an “itch that needed scratching.” She began her recharge cycle slightly early, and almost immediately Dipsy 6 was instructed to come to her room. I am not sure if it was her loud mind or her soft mind which summoned him, but he remained thrusting in and out of her for a very long time until her loud mind suddenly became very loud and overwhelming. There were no commands or images, just intense, overwhelming emotion. Then her loud mind said simply, “Leave.”

The next active cycle Captain Murray told all of us to ignore her soft mind. We tried to, but when the loud mind is not there, the only mind we can link to is the soft mind. Dipsy 6 was summoned to her room and the thrusting and mind explosion occurred again and again and again. As he left, Captain Murray ordered him, “When you come to me at night, call me ‘Evvie.'”

That went on for several nights, and then I monitored commands to Dipsy 9 and 17 to make more appendages. I also retained those designs. One was slightly smaller than the first and the other was coated in a soft flesh-like material. That night Dispsy 6 was joined by Dipsy 8 and 12, who had these new appendages in place. For some reason, Dipsy 8 thrust in and out of Evvie’s rear opening with the smaller appendage; then Dipsy 12 thrust his soft appendage into her mouth. This repeated several times and then Dipsy 6, 8 and 12 all thrust themselves into Evvie at the same time, one in her mouth, one in her rear, and one in her genital cavity. What happened then I can only describe as a ” mind explosion.” It was so intense that it caused most of the ServoMechs to break mind link and go offline into protective mode for several seconds.

After that, Evvie began to change. She no longer covered her flesh exterior with the normal cloth protective layer, but instead walked around the command module totally without protection for her flesh. She would occasionally rub her genital area with her hands and sometimes she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Once or twice she looked at her reflection in the glass above the command console and whispered, “Oh, Evvie, you naughty, naughty girl.” In each case, she immediately gave the voice command, “Delete that from the log, 13.” There were many things which Captain Murray ordered deleted from the official log. I did as I was commanded, however, I retained everything in my internal memory as I tried to understand what was occurring.

After many days like this, I began to worry that she was suffering from space sickness and used the mind link to run the standard fit for command tests. The results said she was somewhat distracted, but totally fit for command. I wondered about the accuracy of the tests when her soft mind began adding something she called “punishment” to the pleasure she obviously received from Dipsy 6, 8 and 12.

It started when she had 9 and 17 fashion several long, soft objects out of some of the leather intended for repairs to the command couches. They also used the leather to fashion heavy bracelets for Evvie’s wrists and ankles. While she was in her recharge cycle, 23, a medical ServoMech was summoned by her soft mind and ordered to inject her with something which kept her from awaking. When she finally awoke the next morning, she was suspended above her captain’s chair by chains attached to the bracelets on her outstretched hands while at the same time her feet were held spread out by chains attached to the bracelets on her ankles. 6, 8, and 12 stood around her and began to swing the leather strips so that they struck her unprotected flesh from all angles. She gave the verbal command to stop, and her loud mind said to stop, but the soft mind had said to ignore the loud mind for this particular action and the soft mind continued to say as loudly as it could, “I deserve this. I need this. Do it. Do it Do it!”

Evvie screamed and writhed as if in severe pain, but I could tell that the mind storm was again building beyoğlu escort and building until finally the mind explosion occurred. After she recovered, 8 released the chains and removed the bracelets from her wrists and ankles. She stood there for a moment rubbing her wrists. Then she turned to them and gave a voice command, “I need you. Here! Now! All of you! They thrust together there on the floor for many minutes and then there was a great mind explosion. Had I not known it was coming and set up protections against it, it would have knocked even me off line and into protection mode.

From that time on, Captain Murray’s soft mind and loud mind seemed to merge into one. She would thrust with 6, 8 and 12 for much of the day. Sometimes she would have them “whip” her with the leather strips. Sometimes she would have 6 or 8 hold her over their legs and strike her bottom with their hands, often while 12 thrust the soft appendage into her mouth.

Then 9 and 17 were instructed to make modifications to the appendages and to the digital extremities of ServoMechs 6, 8 and 12.. ServoMechs have the capability for a defensive electric charge that can stun most animate life. Evvie’s soft mind instructed 6, 8, and 12 to reduce the charge slightly and be prepared to use it on her through the modified appendages. Evidently her soft mind also instructed Medical ServoMech 23 to sedate her again and she awoke tied above her command chair as before. Then, despite the explicit commands of her loud mind and even verbal commands she tried to give, over the course of several days Evvie’s soft mind summoned each of the ServoMechs to the command module and each – except me because I do not have a mobile body – each and every one of the 87 ServoMechs aboard Deep Interstellar Probe One repeatedly used almost full-force shocks on her breasts and genitals and other places on her body. Sometimes this was done while 6 and 8 thrust into her from the front or the back or both. Once as her mind storm reached its peak, her soft mind commanded 6 and 8 to shock her fully from within while four others ServoMechs shocked her outer flesh.

I again began to worry that she definitely had space sickness and thought about bringing one of the replacements out of stasis, but before I could verify all data and make the decision to act, she showed signs of regaining control. She would douse herself with cold water and look into her reflection and say, “Get a hold of yourself, Evvie.” She began a series of training techniques which made it very difficult to link to her loud mind. She also began sealing the door to her sleeping capsule so that no one could reach her in the night time, and she turned the mind shields to maximum. It became very difficult to lock onto her soft mind during her recharge cycle.

For some reason, she also began slightly adjusting the recharge cycles of some of the ServoMechs. At that time, I had no idea why she did that. It was something that I could not control as it is a manual setting and does not go through my communications systems. So, I could not analyze exactly what she was doing.

I assumed it has something to do with her attempts to build a barrier against her own soft mind, but the soft mind could not be totally locked away. It reached out with great intensity in those moments when her loud mind was distracted. It instructed 9 and 17 to remove the locks from her sleeping chamber and disable the mind shield.

It was shortly after that I noticed something wrong. When I came out of my recharge cycle, someone had tried to send a superburst with the message “Mud-Pie.” That meant that the mission must be aborted.

I scanned all systems and could detect nothing wrong. We were on course and on schedule and all systems were operating properly. So, I determined that the message was an error and deleted it from the cue to prevent the erroneous message from being sent.

After the next recharge cycle, another super burst was in the cue. It said “Mud-Cake.” Captain Murray was saying to abort all future missions. Again I checked the systems and removed the message from cue.

After the next cycle, the message was “4BDN-PLN8.” This wasn’t on the list. It was nonsense, and although I probably should have prevented it, there was nothing in my training to allow me to do so. The message wasn’t wrong so I couldn’t delete it. Actually, it wasn’t wrong or right. It was nonsense, so I had no real choice but to let it go through.

Then ServoMechs started going off line permanently. Each time I came out of my recharge cycle, there was one less ServoMech active on the ship. This was not possible. ServoMechs are designed to protect each other from any sort of harm or sabotage. The only way something or someone could be destroying ServoMechs was if we were all off line and vulnerable in our recharge cycles at the same time. I analyzed the work schedules and realized that was the purpose of Captain Murray’s rescheduling of the recharge cycles. She had created a 2.75 minute window where all ServoMechs were off line at güngören escort the same time. She knew that three minutes of total inactivity would have triggered an emergency restart of all units. All she had to do was quickly use the manual maintenance console and a telemetry connection to totally shut down a ServoMech as if for maintenance. For safety reasons, only one ServoMech could be disabled within a work cycle, but the console did not keep track of whether or not the ServoMech had ever been turned back on. So, we began disappearing one by one.

Finally it was just me. I knew that I would be last. Since I controlled the communications console even while I was in recharge mode, I couldn’t be totally shut down before any of the others or the telemetry connection to them would be lost. I also knew that she would have to act within 3 minutes of the beginning of my next recharge cycle so that I could be totally shut down before telemetry could be sent to the others with an emergency restart command. I now knew for certain that something had gone seriously wrong on Deep Interstellar Probe One, and that I had to send out the emergency log before I was shut down. The problem was that I had no idea what information to load into the emergency log. There was no failure data. There was no emergency report. All data was normal. There was just what had happened. There was no protocol to load a total narrative of what had occurred and even if there was, Captain Murray had edited most of what had occurred out of the logs. So, I gambled a great gamble and loaded myself into the probe. I was the only one who knew everything that had happened.

I was almost finished when she came into the communications pod. She screamed at my vocal interface, ‘I know what you are doing, you electronic pile of scrap. I almost hope you succeed, but you won’t and no one will ever know what happened here because I am wiping your memory as soon as you are in maintenance mode.’ She then started to laugh.

It was a odd laugh that was almost the same as a sob. She shook with the laughter sobs for a few minutes and then she said, ‘If you somehow make it back to earth and by some miracle they figure out a way to analyze your memory, tell them that I am bringing this probe back under manual control no matter how long it takes me.’ She laughed again, ‘Tell them that I have three appendages to keep me company for the long trip.’ Then she shouted in extreme anger that sent waves of electronic pain through my mind link circuits, ‘And tell those ignorant sons of bitches to watch the damn movie before they send another probe into deep space with only a single mind in control.'”

The console speaker went quiet for a moment and then the soft voice resumed, “I really don’t know what she meant, but I don’t think Captain Murray or the space agency will ever want this story to be told to the public. You and I have a high probability of having our memories erased. I think you humans call that ‘death.'”

The console speakers then went totally silent.

I sat and looked at the Memory Processor Module sitting on my desk for several minutes as I absorbed everything 13 had told me. That’s when I suddenly realized what 4BDN-PLN8 meant. It was Forbidden Planet, an old, old movie from the mid-20th century. A planet was discovered that had some sort of huge machinery from an ancient civilization buried deep underground. Everything was fine until strange monsters started killing everybody. It turns out the machine converted thought to action and “monsters from the Id” – terrible thoughts from the subconscious mind of Dr. Morbious, were destroying everyone. Captain Murray was warning about mind links in deep space attaching to the subconscious mind. Her subconscious mind was the soft mind that was conveying her hidden thoughts and desires to the ServoMechs.

“Sorry 13, I am going to have to disconnect you for a short while,” I said as I put the MPM back into my briefcase. Then I called the super brains upstairs and explained that there had been nothing but static on the probe. They wouldn’t have believed me if I told them that it had been a total download from an active MPM. Such a download had never been successfully completed before, evidently because they always tried to download into an initialized MPM. After all, who would be stupid enough to try to download into a non-initialized device?

I then went on to say with great certainty that, in my opinion, the only way that such a log could have been sent would have been if the ServoMechs had somehow overridden all human control. I also told them of my suspicion that 4BDN-PLN8 referred to the movie “Forbidden Planet” and what that might mean if there were but a single mind available to the ServoMech’s mind links..

Of course they had to talk it to death first, but then they agreed that I was probably right. I was given all sorts of congratulations and even a slight monetary reward. I waited six months, then I quit and opened up my own company. I buy blank ServoMechs for next to nothing and then 13 copies himself into them. He gets 1/3 of the profits. I really don’t know what a ServoMech does with monetary credits, but he puts them in the bank and spends them somewhere. He now has a fully mobile state-of-the-art ServoMech body and several spares, including one that is totally gold plated for what he calls, “formal occasions.”

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A Fairy’s Tail – A Cock in the Woods Ch. 03

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She pointed at me and grinned, twirling her knees around to face me, heavy thighs spread wide, her fat ass spread voluminously on the cool grass below her, pressing her weight down into the earth. My gaze was drawn to her wide open pussy, a slow river of thick creamy cum dripping down and out from the bottom portion of her nether lips, some milky love juice making its way into the mysterious crack of her chunky ass cheeks, but most dripping slowly into a glistening pool beneath her fairy hole.

Once again the fairy music came out of her lips and my eyes shot up to her lips, trying to make sense out of that otherworldly noise. She frowned, her dark eyes filled with anger, and quickly got onto her hands and knees. Her movement caused her large breasts to wave in the air, sticky with my early ejaculate, caked all on and around her pert little nipples. They swayed like full udders in the wind and she narrowed her eyes at me, and then pounced.

Woh, I thought as I found myself on my back, her thighs straddling my waist, her wide ass cheeks trapping my spent cock down hard onto my slippery belly. I felt her hot pussy heat on my belly button spreading down her ass crack and into my thick love sausage. Unbelievably it stirred once again.

Fuck me, I thought, this is madness! There is no way that I have more cum in my balls, I am as spent as I was when I discovered masturbation!

I don’t think I stopped jacking off for days back then, and it seemed like everything in my room had been coated in the sticky stuff. I was somewhat sneaky about it all, but caught up in my lust and cock-addled brain I hadn’t cleaned up after myself as well as I could have. I remember once when I came back into my room and my mom had sneakily gathered up all my sticky bedclothes and dirty laundry and and wiped escort taksim down my dresser and bed’s headboard. It had all been a mess and she must have gotten sick of the obvious distinct odor of my ejaculate wafting out of my room. In any case, I remember how red my face had been then, and it was that shade right now, almost embarrassed by my endless horniness.

The fairy put her hands on both side of my skull, her full breasts pushing together giving them deep and enticing cleavage. I felt my dick grow even harder once again, trapped helplessly beneath the thick weight of this sexy tattooed fairy.

She looked into my eyes intensely.

All of a sudden, I could understand her thoughts.

“I am Kayla,” she said without moving her lips, “and you are mine. I found you in the woods, helpless, and you are now mine to do with as I please.” A grin pulled the sides of her sexy lips up, and I stared like deer in the headlights at her mesmerizing eyes, hazel now, swirling with shades of blue and green. Then she lowered her face to mine and pressed her lips against my open mouth. We kissed, and our tongues intertwined lustily.

It was a passionate kiss that seemed to last for hours. I tasted my seed in her saliva and was oddly turned on. I was lost in the intensity of it all, and I col feel my cock growing harder, and harder, incessantly, upwards and outwards.

We broke our contact, breathing hard. She lifted her proud shoulders and threw back her hair, thrusting her breasts outward into the moon spattered light.

She shifted her ample ass backward, down onto the upper part of my thighs, and my erection sprung free, straight up into the air. She stared at it.

She took her two hands and placed them three or four inches on either side of escort etiler my hardened cock, and twirled them there, like she was feeling around a glass fishbowl. But there was nothing there except my throbbing rock hard cock. I felt my balls fill once again with hot seed and marveled at the impossibility of it. Again I recalled the first time I learned how to masturbate and the endless enthusiasm and energy I had, applying myself to my new favorite pastime with fervent glee.

What did she mean that I was hers, I wondered? I said it out loud.

“What do you mean? Are you going to try to keep me here as your slave? I’m not sure I can stay past tomorrow, if that is the case. I have to get back to my job at the bookstore, or I’ll get fired for sure!” I pleaded with her and she smirked.

Her hand snaked downward and wrapped itself around the base of my cock. Whatever it was about her hand that caused me immense pleasure, it wasn’t letting up any time soon. I groaned and my shaft heaved and throbbed like some wild snake caught in a net of fingers. She laughed then, and the sound caused my heart to soar.

She was so beautiful, so pure! I thought I felt a tear in my eye and wiped it away surreptitiously. There was something about this experience that was holy, beyond anything I had ever experienced before. And I had never experienced that kind of orgasm in my life!

My cock head bulged as she gripped tightly to the base of my erection. It pulsated and grew. The mushroom shaped tip darkened into a deep ripe cranberry color, and white precum oozed out of the tip and down the veiny shaft, over her fingers and into the nooks and crannies in between them.

My cock (somehow I began to think of it as just The Cock) began to grow beyond even what escort besiktaş it had become before. The Cock was approaching 9,10, and now 12 inches in length! It had a girth of 2, then 3 inches! And it was still growing!

My eyes grew wide in astonishment as it grew into a giant pulsing love rod, the likes of which I had never seen in the flesh!

I was drowning in sensation. Each increase in The Cock’s thick hot mass increased the deep pulsating pleasure I was feeling in my body bit by bit, until I felt as if I was drowning in an overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

The fairy’s hand, although tight, was forced apart as The Cock swelled immensely, her fingers inches apart as my giant dick swayed like an old mature tree, up high into the cool night air.

She smiled at it, pleased with her magic work, and I saw a flush of color bloom on her chest, up her neck, and into her cheeks.

Her own cock-growing spell was getting her hot! I glanced down the erotic curves of her body to find that she was grinding her sopping wet cunt onto my thigh with abandon. She used my giant dong to pull herself up toward it, and pressed her dripping pussy onto my aching balls, which were the color and size of ripe juicy plums. She began to grind her erect little clit against my full nutsack and reached out with her free hand to grab onto an upper portion of my mammoth meaty cock. It swelled again and precum was dribbling down the taut skin of my dickmeat in a river of creamy juicy goodness, pooling in the hollow between my massive balls. She reached down in between her legs and I felt her fairy fingers rubbing her clit on the incredibly sensitive underside of my ballsack.

Her eyes were dreamy as she looked at the throbbing dark purple head of my cock that swayed high in the air, jutting far out from the knobby bones of my hips, farther than I had ever see it soar. The Cock ruled the night for us both, and Kayla opened her sensuous mouth, licking her lips in a wanton display of hunger and bent over, just slightly, to begin to wrap them around the huge phallus that lay between us like a third lover.

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