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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Cowgirl

Julie awoke from her pleasant dream to the sound of her alarm going off and the rhythmic thrusts of her partner from the previous night. Surprised to find he hadn’t left before she woke up like he said he would, Julie was in a forgiving mood since the dream had been good and put her in the mood. Unfortunately, she was suddenly less forgiving when he blew his load right as she was getting into it. He collapsed in a slump on top of her and pinned her to the bed for a moment — before she trapped one of his legs with hers, using it to leverage him onto the floor. A self-defence move she learned because she was entirely done with men wanting to lay on top of her afterwards. A satisfying partner got flipped to his side of the bed; the other met the floor.

“You really couldn’t have left during the night, could you?” Julie rolled over the bed to get off on the other side.

“You tired me out,” he replied, still thinking it was his charm that got him into bed in the first place. “I was going to go but you were there so sexy in the dark. You didn’t sound like you minded when I started.”

“You starting wasn’t the problem.” Julie threw the bundle of his clothing at him. “Not letting me finish IS.”

“Well, for once a guy can tease a girl. Maybe I can finish you after breakfast when I am woken up. What kind of coffee do you have?” He sat on the floor not bothering to dress while he watched Julie walk away.

“I’m sure whatever shop you get it from will have a menu.” Julie found her device where her skirt had been thrown after she got tired of it being bunched up around her waist.

About to make a note in her journal about how the man finally getting dressed in her bedroom couldn’t take a hint and should be skipped from now on, it rang.

“Hey, Ceph, don’t worry my alarm worked.” Julie set the call to voice only and went heavy on the filter in case someone else decided to talk.

“Oh, so did mine. I suppose we both set it for the same time.” Ceph tried to cover his eagerness with casual chat that didn’t fool Julie in the slightest. “I was actually wondering if you have set field positions for your team yet. We have ours somewhat worked out but I didn’t want you to walk in unprepared.” He paused for a response but then quickly added, “Our coach is not happy with you already and I would rather not give him any more reason.”

Julie enjoyed the foolish idiocy of Ceph over the witless charm of the man whose hand she was suddenly feeling between her legs. “I can deal with idiots who can’t take a hint. But thanks for the heads up. I need to see them play to get a feel for their best position. But don’t worry, I will walk in like I have a plan.”

“All right, sounds good to me. See you then Julie.” Ceph hung up the call.

****

“Dumbass.” Chris shook his head at his brother.

****

“Do you mind?” Julie felt the fingers inside her withdraw.

“You liked the taste last night.” He held his fingers in front of her.

“If I am having breakfast, I want something that will satisfy me.” Julie grabbed him by the unbuttoned shirt and pushed him out the front door that opened on command. “Don’t come back.”

Julie hated not having a door she could slam but settled for the soft close and click of the lock. She went right to the shower.

****

Lyta was thankful for the soft click of the lock and the silently opening door as she pulled the man in. Her mother Diana was already awake and she pulled him along into the bathroom before she could be seen. Whipping off her housecoat and putting it on a hook, her date stopped undressing for a moment to admire her while she set the temperature on the shower.

“Get in, hurry!” she whispered urgently.

While he got into the shower, Lyta dumped all his clothing in the laundry bin so her mother wouldn’t see. She dove into the shower and the glass fogged the moment she closed the door just as her mother opened the other.

“Morning sweety,” Lyta heard her mother call as her breasts were gripped tightly.

“Hey, mom. You working today?” Lyta felt the stiffening cock between her legs sliding through her slick thighs as she felt her nipple bitten slightly.

Missing the heightening of her daughters’ voice as part of the question she replied. “Nope. Got the day off. Want me to come see your first game?”

“It’s my first practice. Against the guys’ team. Going to be a lot of standing around mixed with confused buffoonery. I would rather you wait until I have actual skill to show off first.” Lyta got on her knees to show her throat skill and slide it full of dick.

While her daughter’s red hair was used as a handle, Diana started to brush her teeth. “All right, but try not to get too close in contact with the boys. Last thing you want is them thinking they can make a quick grab by accident.”

Lyta pulled her mouth free to reply. “There is some contact in the sport but there are too many people watching for them to get away with that kind of thing.”

“If you say so,” Diana merter escort commented as Lyta put her mouth back on the shaft in her face. “But you can’t be too careful.”

Her mouth full, Lyta just made an agreeing noise as she remembered she had already had one of the boys on the other team alongside Kimiko. The sound of the balls slapping her chin lost in the rushing water, she wondered how long her mom would be in the bathroom.

Diana was suddenly in a panic as she felt hands on her breasts and saw her friend in the mirror behind her as he whispered into her ear. “Sexy daughter, naked in the water, while the sexy mother feels just as wet.”

Lyta got up and bent over with her hands on the wall facing away from the fogged glass, not wanting her mother to see the handprints and ask questions if she was still there. She felt her hips gripped firmly as her insides gave way to the man pushing into her. It was annoying to her that she couldn’t listen to him grunt as his firm thrusts pushed her face into the wall and she struggled against them, but with her mother still in the bathroom they couldn’t give it away.

Diana struggled with her arms in the tight grip of the man who had pulled her robe off and slid inside her. He hadn’t been wrong about her wetness but now he was forcing her to face the shower and put her hands to the glass. There was nothing she could do to struggle without giving it away that she had a man with her so she leant against the glass getting rammed while her daughter was in the shower.

“I wonder if her wet pussy feels as good as the one that birthed her,” came a whisper in Diana’s ear. “Because this one feels fucking fantastic. Think hers can handle the cock yours loves so much? I can feel it, shaking, thinking of this ploughing your little girl.”

“She’s still a virgin and you aren’t having her,” Diana hissed. “Cut this shit or you won’t be feeling mine ever again.”

“Funny, I could swear I could feel you ready to…” He trailed off as he teased her clit just right and made her body shake.

Lyta was having a hard time pulling on her own breasts in the water but didn’t mind having to squeeze extra hard to do it. Deciding to let him do the job, she pulled him away; she turned around to press her back against the wall and wrapped her legs around the man, once again taking him inside her. He certainly did his best with his hands on her breasts as they kissed under the running water. She thought she saw handprints on the glass but ignored the shape of the drops of water as she let her whole weight get her partner deeper inside.

“Fuck it, just do me on the floor like a whore,” Lyta whispered, even though she was certain her mother had left, certain enough not to worry about her silhouette through the glass.

“You fuck, don’t do that again.” Diana was being carried through her home with her legs wrapped around the man holding her by the ass and still sliding into her.

“Oh? Something new then?” He pushed her through the wrong bedroom door.

“Not in her bed!” Diana felt her body hit the bed and was pinned under the man leveraging himself with the floor to slam into her hard.

“You said no to her, not her bed. Take it like the woman she would be if I had my way.” He smiled as he held her down amongst the stuffed animals.

Lyta, like her mother at the same moment, laid on her back and simply enjoyed the bliss of feeling the pleasure of the body until they both let out a hard moan before suddenly silencing themselves, worried about being overheard.

“I think we have taken as long as we should. Get dry and dressed so we can sneak on out.” Lyta felt him pull out and accepted the job of cleaning him off with her mouth before letting him leave so she could clean herself.

As her daughter started to get out of the shower, Diana locked her legs around the man softening inside her. “Get me to my bedroom! I don’t want to leak in her bed.”

Lyta checked to make sure the coast was clear and escorted her friend out before running back into her bedroom to throw on her gym clothes and grab her bag. “Going, mom! Bye!”

Diana pulled her mouth from her cleaning duties to reply. “Okay, love you!” Then she got back to work.

****

Wendy walked in a haze of confusion as all around her the world felt like a dream. So distant and foggy, it felt to her like the people spoke in tongues, fading in and out of the mist.

“Wendy?” Trissta pinched Wendy on the arm.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” Wendy answered before taking another draw from her coffee.

“We are at the school, you know, for practice?” Trissta opened the door for her. “You haven’t heard a thing I said since we started walking together, did you?”

“I’m nowhere near that level of consciousness at the moment. Getting there. But not quite yet.” Wendy took another sip.

“You might need to go to the doctor. I don’t think it’s healthy that you can’t function without so much caffeine in the morning. Do you not güngören escort sleep at night?” Trissta asked her question as she waved at Lyta and Kimiko who were already at the change room door.

“I sleep just fine. I just need my quickstart juice for events to be set for later in the day. When I don’t have school any more, I am switching to a largely nocturnal schedule. It’s just how I’m wired. Why are they waiting outside?”

“I have no id-” Trissta halted her response to find out rather than wonder. “Why are you waiting outside? Don’t we need to change?”

“Devona is doing her thing and suggested that maybe we don’t want to end up on her site.” Lyta glanced at the giant coffee clutched in Wendy’s hands and smirked. “Big enough for you?”

“Nope.” Wendy took another slow sip, immune to judgement.

“I’d suggest a mainline but that would get in the way of playing.” Julie came up from behind the group clustered at the door. “Should we check the science lab for a funnel and tube?”

“All done!” Devona shouted cheerfully as she opened the door. “I just wanted to get my thing out of the way. I’ve got a feeling that I won’t be in the mood for anything other than a shower scene afterwards.”

The girls piled into the change room and set down their street clothes and other junk they would need for after the game. Wendy was the only one who had been wearing them to school and started stripping as the other girls talked.

“All right, so since their coach doesn’t like us existing, let’s all try to act like everything is planned and we know what we are doing.” Julie hadn’t really needed Ceph to call and warn her, but it did help her remember to discuss it in the changeroom instead of in the gym.

“Bold strategy.” Wendy pulled her top off and started to take out the piercings in her nipples.

“To that end, the harness rigs here aren’t going to be like what we did in low-G since we are operating at full gravity,” Julie explained.

“The clover colonies spin at a hundred and three percent Earth Standard gravity. Something to do with the shape of the disks we live on and whatnot. But I won’t go on since you are all looking at me weird.” Kimiko closed her mouth and tried to shrink.

“That makes it three percent more important that we don’t act like it’s what we practised. It was good to make sure you can handle it, but simulated low gravity is a different beast than this. You get wired up and bounce but still weigh normal. Easier on the stomach but harder work and cables can get in the way.” Julie watched Wendy squeeze herself into the sports bra. “Our goal is to get used to it and learn the rules of the game. That brings us to field positions.”

“Obligatory position-related dirty joke inserted here,” Devona commented, mostly to herself.

“I am playing Center,” Julie carried on. “Wendy is the lancer going deep on the opposing team as soon as possible.” Julie collected some very mature snickering. “Lyta, you are on the left, Devona is playing defence-“

“Did you decide their positions because of their names?” Wendy interrupted as she finally got her shorts on. “Don’t you think they should be assigned based on whatever important factors play a role?”

Julie sighed. “Yes, that’s a good idea. But since I don’t know what any of those are until I actually see them on the field, I will assign them at random.” Julie paused to stare at Wendy. “Wendy, you are the lancer going deep. Lyta is on the left, Devona is on defence.” She smiled as Wendy rolled her eyes. “As for the right side, I don’t know. Trissta and Kimiko, just fight to the death or something. We only got a few minutes. Let’s get hooked up.”

While Trissta and Kimiko opted for rock-paper-scissors, rather than a deathmatch the girls entered the gym to find Mr. Freeman talking with principal Moses.

Julie pointed out the markings on the field where each of them would be starting and smiled at Kimiko who would be playing first. Trissta helped as the girls put on their rigging. They were in position with the cables hooked on before the boys’ team even came out of the change room. Julie pretended not to notice when their coach grunted in annoyance that they were ready before his own team.

“Our plan is to simply get a feel for the flow of the game.” Julie was helping Trissta into her rig though she wouldn’t be hooking up just yet. “It’s okay to screw up, yell, get confused, or break the rules. Or in some cases, learn them for the first time.”

Wendy pretended not to notice the side-eye from Julie. “Do I start on the enemy side or do I run there once the whistle goes?”

“You start right behind me in case I need to tip the ball to you right away. Catch it if you can, but if I grab it then you run into their zone. If they grab it, you intercept whoever has it. That’s our job. The girls on the wings block the passes or intercept them. Defence backs us up in our own zone. As soon as we get the ball, you get into their zone whether you bağcılar escort have it or not.”

Lyta and Kimiko raised their hands.

“If the ball is on our side then be here, if it’s on their side, be there. It’s a diamond formation based on where the ball is. Ideally, I will always have the ball or be trying to get it. My job is to give it to Wendy to score. However, things will never be ideal so treat the formation as a guideline for when you aren’t sure of where to be. As long as everyone just doesn’t run towards the ball and leave the other team in the open, we should be fine.”

“What if you get tagged out or wherever?” Devona asked as the guys started to sort themselves out on the field.

“If the centre or lancer get taken out, we get replaced by the wings. I don’t think we will need to worry about that during practice but they are the priority positions. Defence is important but if the ball is in our zone then we would all be doing it anyway and it’s the quickest position to be filled by anyone returning to the field.”

“Looks like they are ready.” Mr. Freeman came over. “I’m not even close to being an expert on the sport but I am somewhat qualified to teach young people and, as it happens, ferrets. So just have fun, kids learn better when they have fun, and show no mercy when they expose a weakness.”

“I think you just divulged the trick of your whole personality.” Julie smirked.

“What was that?” Mr. Freeman acted like he was trying to adjust a student’s attitude for saying something inappropriate.

“No Mercy. Got it.” Julie started pushing the girls towards their positions and faced off against Ceph with Chris as his lancer.

Ceph smiled at Julie and found himself on the receiving end of a stern glare, warning him she was going to be all game and having no distractions. As principal Moses came over with the ball to place it on the central pylon, the school didn’t have the fancy ball return system the arena had, he checked to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. His brother was close by and took a glance at Wendy to see how they stacked up against each other. Technically, it was everyone’s first practice but he and his brother had both trained as soon as they turned eighteen. From what he could tell, only Julie would be the functional opposing player while the rest of both of their teams would be bumbling around. He was confident of the two on one he expected the match to come down to.

“Everyone ready?” Moses asked after placing the ball with his hand holding the remote.

Julie and Ceph nodded and focused on the ball as he hurried away before hitting the trigger. The moment the ball was launched into the air, the buzzer sounded and they launched themselves towards the ball. Ceph had height on her so Julie went low onto the pylon so she could launch herself from the higher point except that the moment her hands overtook her opponents’, the ball wasn’t there.

Wendy wasn’t sure where to move or what to do until she saw Chris reach for the ball. Yelling incoherently, she charged.

Her yelling surprised Chris, who was distracted enough not to make the catch and instead let the ball bounce off his head. Wendy watched the ball go back into the air and jumped out after it, lifting higher into the air than she was expecting — which turned out to have put her right in place to catch the ball. Her yelling turned to panic the moment she realized she had it in her hands, clutched to her chest, and that everything was suddenly up to her.

Sprinting towards the goal, unable to think of anything so complex as a manoeuvre, she came face to face with the defenceman and tripped on her own feet. However, with the harness on, her momentum continued and her feet flew forward. To everyone else, it looked like a slide that, again thanks to the rope on her back, spun her enough to face away from the defenceman. All she could see was the floor as she slid over it until her rope was hit by the outstretched arms that tried to grab the ball from her. The tugging on the rope helped complete her spin and she recovered the moment she was facing forward.

Resuming her panicked sprint, Wendy saw the raised goal on the floor and threw the ball into it as she flew over, getting hit in the gut by the bouncing ball after it set off the sensor in the goal.

“Ow! What was that?” Wendy asked as she slowly landed on the far side of the goal to the sound of the buzzer.

“You got a goal!” Julie informed her excitedly as she landed with much more grace next to Wendy. “Then the ball hit you. No return system here so it’s just a pad on the floor for the goal. But you got the first point!”

“Just like that? I thought I might have done something wrong. I panicked.” Wendy felt ashamed like she might have ruined something.

“Just like that! Yelling and stuff is totally allowed. Even the slide was well done! It’s the sorta thing even pros have a hard time with. On purpose anyway.” Julie smirked, knowing full well it hadn’t been intentional.

“Yay for me then?” Wendy walked back to the starting positions with Julie wondering if it was safe to smile.

“Yay for all of us!” Devona shouted. “Yay, teamwork!”

Everyone laughed.

By the time the ball was back in the start position, they were ready to play.

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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 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 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 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.’

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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 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 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 Sex Genie’s Autobiography Ch. 05

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Chapter 5 — Showing master what he wants.

Katarina was feeling hot and flush, it was still early afternoon but she needed some time to cool down before continuing the book. She stretched and went to the kitchen for a drink.

Her nipples were hard and tingling from what she just read and her shirt was both irritating and arousing when it brushed against her.

She was getting worked up but didn’t want to take care of it yet, figuring the next chapter would get her even hornier. She took the wine bottle and glass of wine and headed back to her lounger so she could start the next part…..

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Although I had convinced master I truly wanted him to have a threesome, or even just another woman while I watched he wasn’t really comfortable with the idea, even if he wanted it.

I of course knew he wanted it, or I would not have. I am a genie, I love that he respects me and doesn’t need another woman, but we aren’t talking about needs here, we are talking about wants, and pleasure.

Jealousy truly does not exist for me, and my master’s regard was something I treasured, and even cried in happiness over at times. It truly is a gift.

We talked about it again a few nights later and I believed he truly understood that not only did I want it for his sake, but that letting him have it would give me pleasure. I would happily add another to our bed.

The problem I believe was emotional brought on by his upbringing in society. There were no harem’s here in America and jealousy, not acceptance and joy, was the prevalent emotion. Any man wanting more than one woman was judged a chauvinist or a player.

Dear Readers, I want to make something clear before I continue. I would never promote unsafe sex, below you will see no condoms in use, but that is because I am a genie and there will be no pregnancies or transfer of disease. In fact it’s almost a public service because if my master and I sleep with someone that has a disease my protection magic will actually cure said person. If you don’t have a genie I suggest bagging it!

I decided if it was going to happen, I would have to take the lead on the first time at least. I bolstered the independent emotions and suppressed the part of me that was submissive as much as possible.

I told myself I would not be able to do so if master didn’t want a woman to take charge once in a while.

After dinner that night I suggested to master we should go dancing, he looked at me and knew I was up to something, since I never ask for anything, but he smiled and said lets go.

I went to the bedroom and got out a pair of high heels and a slinky tight black strapless dress. I had no bra and panties on but the dress was tight enough to be supportive, plus my generous C’s were very perky even on their own and I refused to have panty lines.

A set of thigh high stockings and I was ready to go. Mike was dressed in a nice pants and a collared shirt, master looked so good it took effort to blurt out, “Ready to go?” instead of ravishing him on the spot.

He slowly took me in from head to feet and back up, his eyes radiating approval and not a little lust and croaked out, “You look amazing; if we are going we should go now.”

We headed into Seattle to a salsa club, aksaray escort the line was long but I just shook my head as master tried to go to the end of the line and led him straight in to the approving nod of the bouncer at the door.

I immediately started scoping for a partner master would like while he ordered us some drinks. Finding a partner attractive to master was easy of course, anyone he wanted would be the same as what I wanted.

Being a genie, calling me an effective multi-tasker would be beyond understatement.

I had the mental capacity and ability to literally talk to everyone in this club at the same time and not miss one word or gesture, if of course I created a lot of copies.

I tell you this so you understand, master had my attention, while I was sipping my drink and bantering with him I was also examining everyone in the room with my mind for one or two compatible ladies who would be up for a good night.

In a way I suppose I was two people at the moment. Sara was getting aroused flirting with master, completely enjoying the moment. Genie however was on a mission to find master a hot steamy lay, preferably with multiple partners.

I spotted them dancing, a sexy Latina about 5’3″ with a tight body. Long dark hair, chocolate eyes and luscious pouty lips.

Her rounded ass and concave waist were moving around in a way that made me tingle. Her perky size B’s were pushed up and showing some cleavage in a sexy tight shirt. Her flawless tanned legs were on show thanks to her short skirt.

Dancing with her was a gorgeous blonde, her hair put up showing off her long slender neck and petite ears.

Her eyes were a blue color a few shades darker than mine, but still bright. Her tits were amazing D cups, her red button down shirt was open half way over a bustier which advertised her vast cleavage. She had skin tight jeans hugging her ass and showing her camel toe.

I took masters hand and pulled him out on the dance floor and started dancing all out putting on a show. As a genie I am an expert in all forms of dance.

I ignored the hungry looks on the surrounding males and pulled master in for a kiss and spoke in his ear, “Be right back master, going to fetch our playmates for tonight so keep dancing.”

As I backed up his eyes were wide and his mouth open, as this was the first clue I’d given him about what is in store tonight. I reached up and closed his mouth pushing up on his jaw and winked at him, then turned around and started dancing with the two girls who I knew would be good for master and I.

I know how to communicate with my body, I danced around both of them invitingly, promising and seducing them with my eyes and body language.

Their responding hungry looks got me wet, so I led them back to master, inviting them to join me with my eyes, and they did.

We all danced around master, brushing against him we all made promises to him with our bodies. When the song ended I asked if they would join us at our table for a drink. Master grabbed a waitress and we ordered some drinks.

I smiled and introduced us and the Latina answered in a sultry voice, “I’m Carmen, this is my friend Trish.”

She looked at me and said, “Thanks for the dance Sara, salsa is sexy bayan escort but you took it to a new level.” Trish nodded in agreement. I could see they were both checking out Mike and I, showing approval in their eyes.

We finished our drinks and went out for another dance on the floor where the four of us stroked and grinded our bodies together, switching up who was dancing with who, I could tell they were ready for just about anything at that point.

When the song ended we got a couple of more drinks and flirted with each other and I suggested, “Would you two like to head down the street, we have a good room booked.”

Carmen purred out in a sexy voice, “Love to.”

Trisha smiled and nodded in agreement and escorted us out to the car. We headed over to the hotel resort and up to the room. The living room had some fancy but comfortable furniture.

Beyond that on a raised floor was an elegant glass dining room table in front of a wall of glass, which looked out onto the ocean.

Master seemed to be enjoying himself, he was a bit surprised I took the lead, but he was definitely not complaining and at that point I lost any reservations I had about taking control of the night.

I actually think he was turned on by me hunting down pussy for him, which in turn got me even hotter.

We sat down on the couch and love seat, I sat with Trish and Carmen sat with master. I had ordered ahead so there was a couple of bottles of chilled chardonnay and a bowl of strawberries. I picked one up and fed it to Trisha, my thumb and finger holding it by the green.

Trisha sucked it and the tips of my fingers into her mouth biting down on the strawberry then licking and sucking my fingertips. I let out a soft gasp at the feel of her tongue.

I looked over at master and saw Carmen doing the same to master, her luscious full lips sucking on his fingers.

I loosened Trisha’s hair so it fell down her back and used it to pull her into a kiss, licking and sucking on her tongue to taste the strawberries. I knew she was into light kink and wouldn’t think anything of it so I whispered silkily in her ear, “Go feed my master.”

She gasped lightly and got up and sat opposite Carmen so my master was surrounded.

Trish fed master a strawberry, then Carmen and Trish leaned across and started making out a couple of inches in front of his face while both caressing his inner thighs, it was so erotic my hand, of its own accord moved down and pulled up my dress.

I ran it along my folds once and tapped my clit causing a small explosion, as I convulsed watching these two sexy women kissing over my master.

Trish and Carmen started stripping each other and my master of one piece of clothing at a time. When my master’s cock was let loose Trish gasped and Carmen grinned at it panting lustily.

Carmen slid off the couch between master’s knees and swallowed him between those full lips causing him to gasp and lay his head back.

Trisha also slid off the couch and pulled masters legs so he was on the edge and then started licking and softly suckling on his balls.

They swapped back and forth, taking his long pole deep in their throats, moaning in pleasure as if they were thankful for the opportunity to worship his cock.

I went to my çağlayan escort knees and crawled up behind Trish and Carmen and started playing with their pussies, finding them soaked I wasted no more time inserting and curling some of my fingers, palm down, into their sensitive spot as I flicked their clit every once in a while with my thumb.

I gasped out, “Suck master’s cock, lick his balls.” My mouth was watering to taste them both so I took turns rimming first Carmen then Trish, then back to Carmen, all while finger fucking between their tight wet folds, and abusing their clits with my thumbs.

I had complete control of their bodies, holding them both on the cusp, holding them back, using my tongue in their puckered hole.

Master was moaning loud now, as he was sucked off by these two hot sluts, silencing one then the other by gagging them with his cock, and muffling them with his balls.

When I saw master was about to cum I brought both Trish and Carmen over, after they had been held on peak by me for so long it was easy, they both convulsed with strong orgasms. Unable to control their muscles they got cum all over their faces neck and tits.

Trish and Carmen after recovering started licking masters cum off each other’s bodies while moaning in contentment.

I climbed on the couch and used my tongue to lick masters still rock hard cock and stomach, cleaning up what had missed the ladies.

Trish and Carmen, looking at me with lust from the intense orgasm I caused reciprocated as I cleaned, stroked, and sucked master’s cock to get him ready for round two.

Carmen slid underneath me and pulled my dripping slit down on her face and tongue. She reached up with her hands to savagely squeeze and twist my nipples.

I moaned in pleasure and pain around master’s cock causing it to jump in my mouth. Trisha spanked my ass cheeks once then pulled them apart and dove in, licking me from the top of my ass crack down until she started circling my puckered hole.

With all this going on master was already up for round 2 and I was so close to orgasm from pleasuring these two women and watching them pleasure master that I exploded and soaked Carmen’s face and mouth.

Trish and Carmen extended my orgasm by licking my velvety folds and tongue fucking my ass that I actually broke into a second one, momentarily losing muscle control I collapsed into master’s lap.

We took it to the bedroom and did each other all night. Everyone got fucked by everyone and we all 69’d. Although able to recharge master whenever he wanted, I sensed he wanted to watch and build anticipation.

So the three of us played Sapphic games while he watched and recharged, which of course didn’t take long being in perfect shape.

It was a wild night, and although we never saw Trish and Carmen again, I had attained my goal of making master much more comfortable allowing me to share him for his pleasure.

We would go hunting pussy for master a couple of times a month. Some of those nights led to close friends and multiple nights.

Yes, I am sure you want to ask me, can’t he just wish for a threesome with whomever he desires? Yes, of course, and he does, a lot.

There is however a larger thrill when you hunt those partners with free will, real people that can in effect say no. Yes, I lower the risk of that to negligible since I can scan and choose appropriate people.

Still, it is more satisfying than fantasy at times. Plus, master really gets off on me hunting pussy for him, which of course is why I enjoy it so much as well.

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A Song For Hecate Ch. 02

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Babes

Ashlyn Selvatico

Note: This story takes place on a planet where men do not have the same legal rights that women enjoy. All adult males are routinely referred to as “boys” as a sign of their inferior social status (much as women in the 1950s in the U.S. were often dismissively called “girls”). No sexual activity involving minors should be inferred. All of the characters in this story, male and female, are 18 years of age or older.

We passed the harbor office and entered the lorcha by covered gangway. A line of sailors were packed in the tube, waiting to board. Naturally, they were all women; every ship carried a cabin boy or two but they were seldom granted leave. The sailors were all in their shore clothes, which were a compromise between the all-concealing robes of my homeland and the immodest dress of those who live upon the sea. Confined bodies made the air of the gangway thick and hot. There wasn’t an inch of room between Idris, myself and our charges. I placed Ann between myself and the boy, so that he wouldn’t brush against me.

The press of bodies made me uncomfortable. So much worse it must have been for the chained and naked ones. Ann was smiling- from embarrassment but also, arousal. The boy’s ringed cock was behind his hands. He grinned sheepishly.

Ahead of me a girl my age turned and stared. She was also dressed in formal school robes, but the color of her braid made her Red School.

“Is your boy for sale?”

Idris pretended to be bored with the girl’s obtuse question.

“We’re taking him south, for the bathing. After that, who knows? It’s up to the high priestess.”

“Can I talk to him?”

Idris shrugged, and the girl took that for permission.

“What did you do?”

“I betrayed the goddess,” said the boy.

“Was it worth it?”

He blushed. “Yes.”

“What are they going to do to you?”

Ann answered her. “They gave us a choice. We could be banished to separate worlds, or remain together while we performed five penances.”

“Which five?”

“Submission, humiliation, service, pleasure and nudity.”

The schoolgirl laughed. “Sounds awesome.”

I almost felt sorry for the boy. Boys were conditioned from infancy to be faithful, honorable, modest and chaste. It must have been torture, to be stripped in front of so many leering faces. And it wasn’t really his fault; he had been seduced by a wicked woman. He would have earned my pity, if he had seemed sufficiently mortified. On the contrary, he seemed the worst sort of wanton. He was enjoying his penance too much and he seemed enamored of the very woman who had ruined him.

One of her feet was pressed on top of his. This was a surreptitious form of intimacy, their way of comforting each other without punishment. Idris noticed. I expected her to scold them, but she just smiled.

Until we got to Graysport, we would all have to share a day cabin. It was small and dark and the ceiling was too low for any of us to stand. Two long, cushioned benches faced each other. I sat beside Ann and the boy took one bağcılar escort end of Idris’ bench. Again, the lovers allowed their bare feet to touch. Idris should have stopped this unauthorized contact. She indulged them too much.

“You can speak, if you wish.”

Ann laughed. I don’t suppose that their affair had ever been based on conversation. For days they’d been allowed to speak, but not to touch. Words did not interest them now. One touch from him would be dearer to her than an ode. If the priestesses had intended to cool their lust through public humiliation, the effort was entirely misplaced.

Idris leaned into the boy and whispered loud so all could hear:

“Do you want to make love to her?”

He nodded. She turned to Ann.

“You still want to fuck him?”

Her toes curled. “Always.”

“Even if you had to do it right here, right now, in front of your old students?”

Ann flexed her feet, shifted in her seat.

“A week ago, when we started our penance, we were wearing ceremonial robes. Every day they made him take off one piece and they made me take off one piece too, in front of a crowd. Not a big crowd, like today- maybe thirty or forty people, priestesses and boys. The bailiffs stripped us of one garment per day. They caged us where we could see each other, but we couldn’t touch. And today, when we lost that last little scrap, and my man and I were standing bare pussy and balls out naked- I would have fucked him right there if you’d let me.”

The boy’s hands were on his knees. It took all of his conditioning not to touch her, or his own erect cock.

“Did the priestesses tell you how long you would have to do penance?” Idris asked.

“My virginity belonged to the goddess,” he said. “We took something from her that can’t be replaced.”

Ann inhaled sharply and stretched out on the bench, as if she were posing for our pleasure. “We’re going to receive advanced conditioning. When it’s done, we’ll be unable to wear clothes. Not just legally prohibited- mentally unable to tolerate clothing.”

“And that’s punishment?” Idris said.

“Well, it fits the crime,” Ann said. “There’s also the mockery, the humiliation, constant arousal without release.”

“Which you love,” Idris said.

Ann grinned. “Maybe a little.”

“What about the boy?” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s ruined now. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“He’s in love. No priestess has ever been loved like he loves me. He’d tear out his own teeth and drink bleach if I asked him to.” She opened her legs and stretched her arms over her head, teasing her lover with her body. “But I’d rather he just fucked me, right here and right hard.”

I had been too distracted to notice, but while Ann was talking, Idris had removed her shoes and socks.

“I will consider your needs. But first, the boy will suck my toes.”

He looked to Ann for approval.

“You heard the captain,” Ann said.

He smiled and dropped to Idris’ knees. Gently, he kissed the tops of her feet. Idris looked istanbul bayan escort at me.

“Take off your shoes.”

I shook my head. Idris was in charge of the detachment but this was an illegal order and it was my duty as a cadet officer to refuse it. She stared at me as if she thought my fear of her was stronger than my duty to the goddess. She seemed to think that the knowledge she had of my wickedness gave her the right to make me complicit in her own.

Now the boy was nibbling on each of her toes in turn and her eyes were half closed with delight. The boy, too, seemed to be enjoying himself.

I removed my shoes and socks.

Idris laughed. “Ann, you’re going to do for her exactly what your young man is doing for me.”

I had misunderstood. I had thought Idris would make the boy suck my toes after he was done with hers. Now, in one sense I was relieved. The thought of even a casual touch from this sweaty, unwashed and naked boy frightened me. I think if he had put his mouth on my foot I would have screamed. But in a way, having Ann do it was even worse. I was embarrassed at the thought of my old teacher debasing herself like this.

At least she didn’t drop to the floor. She turned to face me. With one gentle and yet aggressive motion, she took my right foot in both hands, rested it between her thighs and massaged it. This was not the first time I had ever felt those strong hands on my feet. Once at the end of her class I had complained about a cramp and she had rubbed the aches away. I had completely forgotten about it until the moment her hands were on my feet. At the time, this experience had not seemed at all sexual. Now that I knew about her yen for self-abasement, I wondered if the act had given her an erotic thrill. That after dance class massage had felt marvelous. It was even better now, because this time I felt unspeakably wicked. This time she was naked and wet with lust.

With a tender thoroughness, Ann massaged my right foot, then my left. The room had become unbearably hot and I envied Ann her nudity. She kissed the sole of my left foot and I thought that I would die of our wickedness. She nibbled and licked, then sat on my left foot, grinding her pussy against it as she took my right foot in her mouth and sucked my toes.

Idris pushed the boy away.

“Enough foreplay. It’s time for these sluts to start screwing.”

Ann lowered herself to the floor and kissed the boy savagely. Their sweat was in the air and I felt in on my face. I was sweating in my heavy robes. Ann spread her legs. The boy put his mouth on her mound and stroked his sex.

“No, no, no, no,” Idris said. “Enough of all that. Put your cock in before you rupture something.”

Ann said, “He’s never been inside me.”

“What? That’s insane,” Idris said. “You’re doing penance for fucking and you’ve never even been fucked?”

“We’ve made love many times,” said the boy. “Just not like that.”

“It’s all right,” Ann said. “I want you inside me.”

There was a knock on the door. When it opened, a moment later, florya escort the lovers were back on opposite benches, breathing heavily and reeking of girl juice and perspiration. Two sailors walked in. They were wearing brightly patterned sleeveless tunics and their legs and feet were bare. Where I came from such dress would be considered indecent but it was common enough at sea. I hoped that they wouldn’t notice that my feet were still wet from Ann’s pussy and tongue. There’s no way that they could have failed to notice that the penitents were mad with lust.

One of the sailors was an old friend of Ann’s. She introduced herself to Idris and extended the captain’s apologies for our poor lodging.

“We should be in Graysport by dinner. I told the captain that Ann was a dancer. We were hoping that she would dance for the crew.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Idris said. “We were in her class. But we never got to see her dance bare.”

“I did,” the sailor said.

“Really?” Idris asked.

“Just once. It was a private party.” She winked at Ann.

“What should we have her dance? The Sun and the Rain? Or the Joy of the Liberator?”

“How about the Witch’s Dream?”

“I’m not sure I remember that one,” Ann said.

“I think you do,” the sailor said. “But you ought to wash up first. I know they like to keep you penitents dirty, but the captain insists on good hygiene.”

“We could use a long bath.”

The sailor laughed. “Where do you think you are, the Summer Palace? Come with us, and we’ll find you a bucket and some soap.”

Ann’s sailor friend asked if she could take her for a while. Idris agreed, and I could see from Ann’s glee- and her friend’s- that they were going to make love.

On the off chance Ann’s boyfriend failed to read their intentions, Idris said: “You know Ann is going to fuck that sailor girl.”

“Probably.”

“Aren’t you jealous?”

“She likes sex. I’m not jealous, I’m just frustrated.”

The other sailor returned with a bucket and soap for the boy. There was no washcloth. The boy wet the soap and rubbed it into his pits. He scrubbed his cock thoroughly. His eyes were locked on Idris as he crossed the line from thorough cleanliness to masturbation. He was daring her to stop him.

“Let me come.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Idris said.

“I can’t. It’s the conditioning. I can’t come without a woman’s permission.”

“Poor boy. How long did Ann make you lick her pussy, before she let you come?”

“The first time- it was hours. I didn’t mind. I was just happy to see her naked. After that- I don’t know. It depended on how much of a hurry we were in. We had to be careful, not to get caught.”

“But you were caught.”

I pitied him. “You have my permission.”

“The words have to be exact,” he said. “You have to say, come sweet slave, sweet slut, surrender and praise my body with your seed.”

“Don’t say it,” Idris said. “You’ll spoil him.”

“Come sweet slave, sweet slut,” I said. “Surrender and praise my body with your seed.”

When Idris grasped that she couldn’t stop me she threw him some scrap to catch his juice in. The moment the last word was out his body shuddered and he moaned as he came.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you, little goddess.”

I didn’t realize until hours later that the scrap she had thrown was one of my socks.

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