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“So let me get this straight. The Sky Treader Clan is an ancient forest slash mountain civilization.”

Serche nodded.

“With advanced nature magic.”

Another nod.

“And you guys have been living on these super-massive trees that can hold up cities…”

She paused, then bobbed her head again “Small cities. More like communities, but yes.”

“And… somehow, because of this… you can’t swim?”

The pretty, silver Rakan threw her hands up into the air in frustration. “I’ve been telling you! We don’t swim – we’ve lived centuries on the great Heart Tree without ever needing to flail around in the water!”

“But Tra -“

“Trasnu is just one of the weird ones.” Serche insisted. “Even among the hunters, almost nobody attempts to soak in water deeper than their height! The small river was a day’s walk away, and the cove below the Hanging Path is even farther. Nobody has that much time just to try and… and drown! “

Aaron looked towards Trasnu, who was standing beside the Shaman with his arms crossed. He grinned at Aaron in open amusement. “She’s just being a whelp.”

“Baby.” Aaron grinned at Serche.

“Baby.” Trasnu nodded.

Serche’s golden eyes flashed. “This is silly. I am not going to drown myself for your amusement.”

“You’re not -“

Before Aaron could reply, a voice called from the water. “Uhh, hey! A little help? Anyone?” Lydia’s voice was getting farther away. Serche gasped and ran to the edge of the Paradise Lost to peer at her friend in worry.

“Lydia!” Serche yelled in a panic. The young demon-touched woman’s head was bobbing on the clear, flowing waters of the river. Her small body seemed to have trouble navigating the currents. Lydia was slowly being carried downstream, already past the huge raft that they were currently on.

“Hey, Serche!” Lydia called. She didn’t sound distressed by her situation, despite getting farther away. “When are you going to jump in? The water’s perfect!”

“Wait!” Serche yelled. “I’m going to get you…” She rushed to the center of the raft, where a huge, heavy wooden chest was given pride of place. It was secured into the very floor of the raft by clever notches in the edges that Trasnu fashioned with typical Rakan ingeniousness. She opened the heavy lid and rummaged around, retrieving a length of rope. She rushed to the edge of the raft again.

“Here! Grab it!” Serche threw the length of rope. It missed Lydia by quite a distance, the rope floating just below the surface of the water. Trasnu and Aaron chuckled at the comical sight, and even Lydia’s giggle carried over to them.

“That rope’s way too short!” Lydia stated the obvious.

Serche looked at the two chuckling men. “Save her!”

Aaron and Trasnu looked first at Lydia’s unworried expression, then to Serche’s own panicked one, then to each other. Finally, Aaron shrugged and grinned. He stripped out of his raggedy clothing and dove into the water in his old-fashioned undergarments.

Swimming downstream was easy and exhilarating. The water was so clear and crisp, like liquid air. He wondered if he would have found water as clear as this on Earth. Dunking his head under and swimming like that for a while, he blew bubbles through his mouth until he ran out of air. When he came up, Lydia’s pretty face was right in front of him.

“Ah, my savior.” She cooed.

“You don’t look to be in so much need of saving,” Aaron noted, wiping the water from his face. He treaded water easily.

Lydia wrinkled her nose. “I wish. I really am having trouble – my limbs feel like dead weight. Save me?” She pleaded in a cute, but much more reasonable voice.

Aaron chuckled. “That’s what you get for playing in the water all day. Come on, you can float on your back and I’ll pull you to the raft.”

“Back to the Paradise Lost,” Lydia smirked, teasing.

Aaron turned away before she could see his embarrassment. “Uh-huh. The Paradise Lost.”

Not everyone agreed with the name at first. Even Lydia, his most stalwart supporter, averted her eyes and refused the name with vague recriminations. Serche outright argued with him – she wanted to name it something mystical and ridiculous, like “Fang of the Rakan”, and “Pride of the Pack”. Hardly a fitting name for what amounted to a twenty-foot barge. In the end, he had to thoroughly convince them… with his body.

Finally, they were able to agree on the name. If only because the ladies were too tired and sated from the hour-long fuck session that ensued to really disagree.

Trasnu, for his part, didn’t really mind whatever the primitive vessel was called. But when he discovered the lengths that Aaron went to stand by it, it instantly became something to tease him with. Nevertheless, Aaron was firm. The name might be a bit cheesy, but was fitting. It was… a sort of acceptance. Like moving on.

It was already afternoon, but the sky was still dark. Huge, billowing güneşli escort clouds blocked out the sun. It seemed to Aaron like they were belligerent, floating giants, itching to storm down on them with the slightest of provocations. It lent the wide waters of the river a somewhat dark, mysterious air. The Paradise Lost sat on the water like a paradoxically floating boulder – a simple but robust creation made of thick logs and magically strengthened ropes.

The trees around their previous camp were too massive to cut by themselves with their stone tools, so they had to grow reasonable-sized trees from scratch. Inspired by Serche’s expert displays of power, Aaron knew that they could sprout trees from their very seeds quite simply. With the shaman’s insatiable wilding-driven sex drive constantly refilling Lydia’s magic, it was almost unbelievably easy to grow as many trees as they needed, exactly as they wanted them to appear.

The labor for the cutting, trimming, and assemblage of the logs was the most time consuming and tiring part of the process – but between the three of them doing little else but fuck and work on the raft, they finished the whole thing just in time for Trasnu to arrive back from his scouting expedition.

He paddled to the Paradise Lost as Lydia floated peacefully behind him, his grip firm under her upper arm. The going was tough, but he took it easy, and after some time the young man finally touched the rough logs of the vessel. Serche hurried to toss them a rope ladder, and Aaron huffed as he grabbed it.

“But I don’t want to get out of the water just yet,” Lydia whined behind him. He turned to her with his eyes in an accusing squint. “The trip back helped me recover from my tiredness!”

“I should push you off me and let you drift back downstream.” He sighed.

In response, Lydia just stared at him with her luminous red eyes, her lower lip jutted out in a slight, playful pout. As usual, Aaron couldn’t bear the incredibly adorable sight. “Just a little more.”

‘Damn, she is getting good at that.’ Aaron told himself as he watched Lydia’s head gleefully bob through the water, just out of arm’s reach. She wasn’t even a good swimmer, just enough to keep her head above the water and paddle clumsily, but she took to the water like a baby duck learning how to swim. She was quite addicted to it, insisting that they throw anchor and swim as often as they can.

Not that he could blame her. There was blessedly little else to do aboard the Paradise Lost.

At first, it surprised him that Lydia barely knew how to swim. She had, after all, lived most of her life in a port city. She explained, though, that Searle was exactly the reason why she couldn’t learn – you couldn’t be bothered with extra skills when most of your days were spent making sure you wouldn’t starve.

Despite the coldness of the water under the cloudy sky, he felt a certain warmth as he gazed at Lydia’s struggling form. Her delicate pink lips were already pruned, and her skin was so pale that Aaron could see the blue veins beneath – but her eyes shone like rubies and she glowed with a simple, happy flush. Her hair had grown. Dark red curls with streaks of yellow and orange now framed her heart-shaped face, reaching down to just below her jaw. Kind of like a very messy bob-cut.

She glanced at him, and she must have seen something in his eyes because she held his gaze and smiled brightly. The innocent, childish glee contained in her face was infectious, and the young man found himself beaming back at her. He wanted to pinch her cheeks and then kiss her, even if it might drown them both.

Lydia made her way back to him, latching onto his frame shamelessly as soon as she reached him. She sighed happily in his ear. “Ah, you make for a good resting post, master.”

Aaron raised a brow as she looked down on him with a coy smile. She had her arms around his shoulder and her legs hooked around his waist. Her nubile body wrapped around him delightfully, perky chest pressed to his own. With the support of the rope ladder and his legs below the water, Aaron could just barely keep the both of them upright if he concentrated really hard – but damned if he’d sacrifice this moment just because of some slight discomfort.

“Happy to be of service.” He smiled.

He wrapped an arm around her, his palm resting on her hip while his other hand held the rope tightly. Her eyes shone at him in their exotic, glittery lava hues, his touch seeming to melt the innocence and glee into a look that he knew all too well.

Lydia shifted her body down, her crotch seeking for – and finding – his already raging erection. Of course he was hard. Aaron believed he’d been just as conditioned as Pavlov’s pet to expect fun times whenever the small sex-demon was around, river, or no river.

“Mmm happy indeed.” Lydia murmured. She languidly arched her back, pushing her ass outwards and then in. Just like that, she began to grind mahmutbey escort into him under the water, creating small ripples all around them. All the while, she stared right at him with those luminous orbs of hers. “I have to repay you for being such a nice resting post.” She explained.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to feel the actual post?”

“Well, the post sure doesn’t hurt, master.”

Aaron’s cock was so hard that it had begun to ache, chafing against the coarse cloth of his undergarments as Lydia delightfully rubbed into it. He tightened his arm around her. Her eyes slowly began to close, and he was about to lean in for a kiss that would undoubtedly landslide to more when they were both stopped short by a sound above them.

The pair looked upwards at the source of the indignant huff. “I can’t believe you, Lydia! I was really worried about you – and then you jump the master the very second you got a hold of him.”

Lydia grinned up at her cheekily. “You’re just jealous ’cause Aaron isn’t holding your ass like he is mine.”

Aaron blinked. He wasn’t – his hand was on her waist. After a look from Lydia, he got the cue and shifted his grip to bury his fingers into one firm, pliant ass cheek.

Her hum was approving. “Mm. Too bad you can’t swim, or I bet it would be you he was holding like this.”

“Insufferable girl.” Serche admonished, her voice carrying just a bit of genuine annoyance. Yet looking up, Aaron noticed that her expression became less irritated and more contemplative as she pondered Lydia’s statement.

That wasn’t the only thing Aaron noticed. From his extremely low vantage point, Serche was standing just close enough for him to be able to completely see under Serche’s small, improvised skirt. The Rakan woman wasn’t fond of clothing in the first place – from the water, the glorious stretch of her silver fur from the bottom of her ankles to her nether regions was plain for Aaron to see.

“Naughty master.” Lydia suddenly whispered in his ear. “Here I am literally perched on top of your hard cock, and you have your eyes on another woman?”

Aaron gulped, not turning away. “You didn’t complain so much back at camp.”

“That was then. It’s been a long time since we’ve been alone together, my master. Do you think I wouldn’t want to have you all to myself for a time?”

As she talked, Lydia stealthily reached under the water with her right hand. Her fingers honed onto his hard rod. She squeezed him as if in greeting, and then skillfully peeled his thin pants off just enough to expose his cock. Aaron shuddered at the direct contact with the chilly open water. His aching cock wasn’t cold for long though, because as Lydia lowered herself back down the direct heat of her sex kissed his tip. She gave him a small wiggle of her hips before unceremoniously shoving down, engulfing most of his erect meat in one go. Aaron wondered when she’d taken off her underwear.

Lydia bit her lip as she issued a small, feminine grunt.

“Hey, don’t just start ignoring me all of a sudden!” Serche complained from above them. Then she gasped. “Are you…”

Her question was answered when Lydia began a slow, distinctly bucking rhythm.

“I can’t believe you!” The Shaman furiously whispered. If Trasnu hadn’t noticed yet that some hanky-panky was going on, he certainly did as Serche sat down right on the floor above them and started glancing behind her every five seconds. “Lydia! You should -“

“Serche.” Lydia suddenly called, surprising the other woman.

“Y- yes?”

“What did I tell you to call me?”

Serche stared at her for a moment, half in embarrassment and half in surprise. “L… Lee.”

Lydia raised a brow as if to say ‘well?’ . All the while she contented herself with small, lazy circles of her hips that simultaneously stirred Aaron’s cock inside her and rubbed her aching clit into his pelvis.

Serche cleared her throat, the wind having gone out of her sails. “Well, Lee, I was saying -“

“That you’d like a turn after I was done?”

Serche’s eyes widened, mortified.

“A turn… In the water. Swimming.” Lydia haltingly explained with an evil grin. “It’s been so long since you’ve had all this … water. Right?”

Aaron couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics. It couldn’t have been more obvious what she was talking about. In any other situation, he would have been embarrassed by the close presence of Trasnu aboard the raft. But at water level, even though he certainly might be within earshot, Aaron still couldn’t see the old man’s face. It was the best of what could pass for privacy that they’d had in quite some time.

And besides, he was already inside Lydia’s tight hole. Even if he was embarrassed, there was certainly no going back now.

It was a pleasant contrast. Aaron felt the cold of the river all over his body, submerged as he was. His fingers and lips had even begun to prune because of the long soak, yet the length arnavutköy escort of his cock felt gloriously hot. Lydia’s copious juices never made it past the opening of her pussy before it was washed away by the friction and the current, but plugged as she was with his hard meat, her insides remained slick and wet. The small undulations of her hips rubbed his cock throughout her tightness, repeatedly forcing her folds apart to accommodate his intrusion.

He gripped her plaint ass as she rode him as if to hold on for mercy, her movement becoming more and more urgent. Lydia’s small arms tightened around his neck. Hot air blasted his earlobes as she huffed directly into his ear. The ripples around them became small waves, carrying the movement of their joining.

Finally, she stiffened and came with a subtle shudder and a very small whimper. She wasn’t usually so reserved, but Aaron guessed it was out of respect for their older traveling companion.

“Mm.” She purred. “That was good… swimming.”

Aaron didn’t know who she was fooling, but he had to agree. He was smiling around the languid kiss that followed. Her pussy squeezed his hardness periodically as if reminding herself that he was still lodged in there.

“Another round?” Lydia grinned, her eyes shining. Her gaze flicked back into Serche who was watching them with a look of morbid fascination, drawing Aaron’s eyes to her as well. She sported a look that Aaron knew was a beastman’s equivalent of a blush; her triangular ears were low on her head, but not completely flat. Aaron knew that if she was standing, her tail would almost curl down between her legs as if hiding from the embarrassment. Golden eyes stared at them, for all the world looking like a lost puppy, so adorably horny that it made the both of them chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Siri,” Lydia assured their friend, using the nickname she’d formulated weeks ago. “You’ll have your turn after this, I swear. I’ll make sure our master isn’t too worn out to… instruct… you.”

Serche visibly swallowed. She darted another nervous glance behind her. “That’s fine.”

“You heard her, master.” Lydia directed her enchanting gaze back to Aaron’s, their faces merely a breath away from each other. “Don’t tire yourself out now.”

She phrased it like advice, but the raised brow and the small smirk made her statement more of a challenge. Aaron was all too happy to accept.

“You got it. I’ll try my best to be a good instructor.” He punctuated his statement with an upward thrust that made Lydia gasp.

Their positioning was odd, to say the least. He didn’t really have any footing to speak of, and this made his thrusts somewhat lacking in force. Suspended in the open water and with Lydia clinging unto him, their bodies wanted to float horizontally, and so he always had to compensate for the tilt with firm sweeps of a leg. It wasn’t ideal sex – it was a tiring, clumsy affair.

But his hardness was encased in Lydia’s liquid tightness, and even the smallest movements sent tingles of sensation from his balls to the rest of his body. The anticipation of the coming climax lent him the strength and perseverance to keep thrusting, complemented by Lydia’s own up and down movements.

And besides, she looked magnificent as she writhed on his cock. Curls of crimson hair pressed to the sides of her face, and even in what little sunlight there was it shone like molten fire flowing down past her ears. Hooded eyes stared at him as she bit a thin, pink lip. She always had that all too-innocent look about her, but not now. Her eyes were wanton and needy. A blush had appeared on her cheeks, seeming to Aaron to become a deeper shade of red with every thrust of his cock. Their clumsiness made her huff through her cute nose while she tilted her face up to the heavens as if in supplication.

He wouldn’t have interrupted that look for anything in the world. If an alligator appeared to eat them right this moment, Aaron would beat the thing black and blue while still giving the lovely young woman her sought after orgasm.

Finally, she pressed as much of herself into his hard rod as possible. Her mouth locked unto his, ripping a kiss from his lips as she whimpered helplessly. A tremble had begun from her core that radiated outwards, seeming to end in a flutter of her eyelashes as the climax swept through her small frame. Her pussy, already tight on the best of days, now squeezed him with an inescapable strength. Aaron wondered how she still managed to grind her clit into his body.

Her high faded with a final shudder. Lydia ended their lip lock to beam at him, again all innocence and now with only an undercurrent of lust. With the amount of sex that they’ve been indulging in the past few weeks, two orgasms were barely enough to slake Lydia’s lusts. But it would have to do for the moment.

“You feel so good inside me, master.” She purred into his ear. “So right… Like my cunt was made for your cock.”

“You please me so well.” He returned the compliment, raining kisses on her cheek and ear. “Feels like I belong in you.” He started to thrust into her body once again, intent on unloading his boiling pleasure.

Lydia giggled and pushed off him, ejecting his wanting cock back into the water. “Ah, ah. Not just in me, I hope. You still have one other person to fuck. Err, teach.”

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“Holy hells,” Kas said as they were ushered out of the room and into the blinding light of the street. Her heart leaped into her throat and she felt suddenly very ill. She had never seen so much nudity, so much debauchery. Women were everywhere, all naked. Most of them were openly masturbating or being fucked. Kas saw a couple all-women orgies, but most of the sex involved at least one man. A few women seemed to simply be attempting to go about their day, albeit naked like all the others. Even these seemed to be struggling with arousal, and they touched themselves as they went.

The door to the guardhouse slammed behind them, making the pair jump and a few people nearby looked their direction.

“Hey, fresh meat!” One nearby man said as he plowed a woman from behind. The woman looked up at Kas, drool dangling from her lip as she moaned with each thrust. “Wait, you’re wearing clothes! Hey!”

Kas pulled Tyra away by the arm, leading her down the street. The last thing they needed was to make a scene. They too conspicuous by being dressed, although Gustov hadn’t allowed for the return of their weapons. Damn him, Kas thought. “We need to get to the guild here. Talk to Kaegan.”

Tyra didn’t say anything at first, instead looking around at the nude women and groups of sex happening all around them.

“Hey, I need you to focus,” Kas said as she turned a corner with Tyra in tow. She remembered the directions to the guild. She had only been here a couple times, but the town wasn’t terribly complicated or big.

“About what happened – ” Tyra began, but Kas cut her off.

“Let’s not talk about it.” She was trying not to think about it. Kas was certain that the Wildeblush in the air had caused Tyra to… do what she did. It was incredibly strong here in the city, and Kas caught herself stealing glances at the scenes around her. Her rock-hard nipples rubbed against the fabric of her bra, and she fought the urge to touch them through her tunic. Her panties were soaked with her arousal, and with each step her thighs rubbed together and sent small jolts of pleasure through her. But she wouldn’t give in. Not here. She wouldn’t…

“There,” Kas said, pointing. A stone building set nestled between two others just ahead, a shield and sword banner hanging from a post in front. Kas had stopped pulling Tyra along by now, and the younger girl followed along, her hands clenched at her side.

Kas ignored a woman getting railed from behind against the wall and walked through the open door. The same sweet smell was inside too, and Kas saw with dismay that the debauchery didn’t stop at the door. A woman was sprawled out on a sofa in the foyer, slowly rubbing her pussy. Her other arm was draped over her face, and she seemed nearly asleep.

Kas loudly cleared her throat, causing the woman to jump and close her legs. “I need to see Kaegan. I’m from Freidrin. Kas Mare.”

The woman looked her up and down, no doubt noticing that she was still clothed, and slowly opened her legs again to continue rubbing herself. Kas couldn’t help but watch her fingers tease her glistening folds, then the woman laughed and with a nod of her head said “He’s just through that door in his office.”

“Thank you,” Kas said and dragged Tyra away from the woman, who had slipped a finger down to tease at her ass. The rest of the guildhall was strangely empty, and Kas knocked on the door to Kaegan’s office. “Guildmaster, I’m on guild business from Freidrin. May I enter? It’s Kas.”

“Kas?” A voice from within said urgently. “Yes, yes, come in!” Kas obliged and opened the door. The office was a mess, but other than that it seemed mostly normal. “I’m so… surprised to see you here. I thought Torrion had written us off.” He gestured at a chair, but Kas didn’t sit.

“Really? Torrion said that he had sent Glenmor and Tashka a while back. Did they never check in?” Kas asked suspiciously.

“No, you two are the first. How did you manage to…” He motioned at their bodies.

“Stay clothed?” Kas asked. “I’m a representative of the Adventurers Guild. I showed them my ID and they let us through.” It was an outright lie, but she wasn’t going to admit that she was extorted.

“Very well. Unexpected, but all the better I suppose. How are you feeling?” Kaegan asked, once again gesturing to the chair.

“I feel fine,” another lie. “I need to get a report of the situation here back to Torion. The duke himself is interested in this. Issued the contract himself.”

“Truly? Damn.” Kaegan slumped into his own chair. “Well, you see the situation. It’s a mad house. Ever since the mayor hired that alchemist, Colem Rayne.”

“Tell me about it. Everything you know,” Kas said, grabbing a sheet of paper and pencil from the messy desk. She did sit now, ready to scribe.

“Well, I don’t know much. I just know that Mayor Happson brought in this shady guy one day a few months ago. Cloaked figure, didn’t speak to anyone. A few weeks later the women start acting strange, sefaköy escort wearing less, you know. Then one day the air was filled with the spores of that flower, and I learned that the guards had started burning them. Made them far more potent. Then the guards starting laying out the new law. A big town meeting, where the captain of the guard told everyone about the new changes. I’m sure you were told about them on the way in. No clothing for women, women must be subservient, yada yada yada. Horseshit. I had a few guildmembers – men, of course – investigate the building that has been claimed as a lab by Rayne.”

Kas furiously transcribed as Kaegan spoke. “What did they find” She asked as she caught up.

“Plans. Specimens.” He said.

“Specimens?” Kas asked.

“Yes, they brought back a few flowers. I have them in a drawer here,” He rummaged around his desk for a moment. “A-ha, here’s one.” He laid a large pink flower onto the desk. Immediately the aroma became stronger and Kas’s mouth filled with saliva. Her pussy ached, and she clenched her thighs together and leaned forward.

“Put it away!” She said, seeing Tyra fall to her knees and reach up her skirt.

“Sorry!” Kaegan said as he clambered to put the flower back into the drawer. “It doesn’t affect men, I’m sorry.”

Kas swallowed and wiped her mouth, still clenching her thighs together. “The plans?” She managed to say.

“Yes, I have a copy here. The mayor plans on using this to take over the duchy, using Bronton as a staging point. They believe that the smog resulting from burning these flowers, something they just refer to as Blush, will spread over the entire duchy in a few more months. They note that they are ramping up production and are seeding the forests and other cities with Wildeblush.”

This is why she came here. “Give me that. And put the flower in an airtight container after we leave the room and give me that too. I need to take this back to Freidrin.”

“How do you plan on getting out? You aren’t even armed.” Kaegan asked.

“Yeah, they stole my sword from me,” Kas said with a scowl. She thought for a moment. “Can I see your armory?”

…

A mere hour later Kas and Tyra found themselves at the exterior wall. They had found a secluded spot with no guards, and Kas checked that they were alone one final time before throwing the grapple hook up. It connected, and after testing it she started to climb up. It wasn’t a terribly tough climb, the wall being about fifty feet high, but Kas worried about Tyra’s ability to make it up. She was in a rough state, the Blush affecting her much more than Kas. She hadn’t said much since leaving the guild, and Kas noticed that she rubbed her breasts when she though Kas wasn’t looking.

“Okay, when I get to the top then you follow me. Okay?” She had told Tyra.

“Uh, yeah okay.” Tyra said in response. Kas grimaced at her, but didn’t push it. Their window was short. Kaegan didn’t have much equipment left, apparently the guards had confiscated most of it. Kas obtained what she needed though: The evidence, a dagger, and the grappling hook. Kaegan made her swear to stay silent on where she obtained such gear if she was caught. He couldn’t afford any more trouble.

Kas had barely reached the top as soon as she heard the shouts. “Hey, they’re climbing the wall! Stop them!” She saw a group of guards sprinting over just as Tyra started to climb, and Kas knew that the younger girl wouldn’t make it.

“Hurry! Climb!” Kas shouted, and started to pull the rope up herself in an attempt to get Tyra to safety. It wasn’t enough though, and she was pulled to the ground. Kas fell backwards, and the hook slipped out of its hold and fell. “Shit!” She exclaimed and slid off the wall on the opposite side, making sure to roll when she hit the ground. It still hurt, but Kas was up and running into the forest. She ran until the shouting was so distant that she couldn’t hear it, and slowed to a walk. She was in the woods now. She wasn’t sure if anyone would come looking for her, but she wasn’t about to quit moving and find out. She turned slightly and started towards Freidrin. If she didn’t quit moving then she could make it there by tomorrow morning.

Kas felt terrible about leaving Tyra, but she didn’t see another option. She couldn’t have jumped back down and fought all those guards herself, and even if she did, then what? No, she had to get the evidence back to Freidrin. Even if it meant leaving Tyra and her sword, Sera. She swore to return for both of them. And for that bastard Gustov.

Kas’s heart slowed down after about ten minutes, and she was pretty certain that if she was being followed then they wouldn’t find her in the woods. They’d be searching the road, and Kas wasn’t going to use the road. She changed her pace to a jog to cover more distance. Eventually night began to fall, and Kas decided to take a short rest. She wouldn’t florya escort rest for longer than a half hour, wasn’t going to risk being found. She leaned up against a tree and slumped down, feeling exhausted.

And horny.

The Blush wasn’t as strong as inside the city, but it was still potent. Kas’s exertion had caused her to inhale a lot in as well, and her head swam with Blush. The day’s events played over in her head as she sat against the tree, and Kas looked around and listened to make sure she wasn’t followed. Feeling safe, she stood back up and yanked her pants down, taking her soaked panties with them.

“Fuck,” she said as she reached down to feel her wetness. Her bush was saturated with her arousal. Her pants bunched up around her ankles, she leaned back on the tree and slipped two fingers inside. She thought about Tyra willingly taking Gustov into her mouth, and the cum dripping from her face. She brought her other hand up to her mouth and began sucking her thumb as she fingered herself. It didn’t take long for her to reach orgasm, and she stifled a cry with her hand as she bucked her hips.

As she came down from her bliss, she cursed under her breath and redressed. She needed to keep moving.

…

Kas resisted the urge to play with herself again, and saw the walls of Freidrin through the trees just after dawn. She had kept up a brisk pace, and was exhausted. The sickly-sweet scent of Blush had dissipated at some point in the night. Still though, Kas felt residual effects from her exposure. She wondered how long until it left her system completely.

The gate guard startled and lowered their pikes at Kas as she walked out of the woods, her hands raised. “It’s me, Kas Mare. I have urgent guild business to attend to.”

“Aye, good morning miss Steel Maiden. Can’t say I expected you to jump out of the brush at the ass crack of dawn.” One of them said as they relaxed. “Head on inside.”

“Thank you,” Kas said as she jogged past them. The city was exactly as she left if a couple days ago. A few groups of bleary eyed first shifters stumbled here and there, and no one paid much mind to the ragged and dirty adventurer running by. She was a mess, unwashed and grimy. Her tight bun had devolved into a rat’s nest at some point. Worst of all was the wet feeling in her underwear. Now cold and clammy, it made her feel gross and she wanted a change of clothes more than anything.

She stopped outside of the guildhall and caught her breath before entering, making sure she still had the evidence. She had checked for that at least ten times every hour during the night. Finding the package safely tucked away, she opened the door and headed inside. The hall was empty at this hour. Not much guild business to attend to at six in the morning. Kas slammed her fist on Torrion’s door twice before opening it.

Torrion looked up from the paperwork he was attending to. “Kas! Good to see you return. I hope you bring news?”

Kas cleared her throat. “I do. I have some evidence in this package.” She placed the satchel on his desk. “Don’t open that yet, wait until I leave and no one else is around.”

Kas explained the events of the last couple days over the course of five minutes or so, not getting too detailed with the sexual content and completely omitting any from her or Tyra.

“This is bad,” Torrion said as he leaned back in his chair. “And you can attest to the legitimacy of this… flower?”

Kas blushed. “It is what they say it is.”

“Then we may not have much time. I’ll send a runner over to the duke with a copy of these notes. In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you look terrible dear. Go clean up and get some rest. Your reward will be in your account.”

“Thank you,” Kas started to leave, and turned back to say “I’m worried about Tyra. We can’t leave her there.”

“I’ll figure something out. I don’t want to send you back if I don’t have to, especially if what you say is true. Give me a few hours, maybe a day.”

“Okay.” Kas said.

…

A month passed before Torrion sent a runner to Kas’s apartment. She had just returned a couple nights before from a simple contract. Some bandits setting up an illegal toll on the road. She slew one of them and the rest of them scattered, and the contract stated that their ill-gotten gains were free for the taking, so Kas found herself another three hundred marks richer. In addition to the five thousand marks sitting in her account from the Bronton contract. The duke had paid out. Kas was set up for life, and already was easily one of the wealthiest people in the city outside of the nobility.

Kas had her curtains closed in her room and was sitting back against her headboard, legs spread. Her fingers slowly rubbed herself as she sat naked in the dark, dozing off. The Blush hadn’t reached Freidrin, but she’d heard rumors that the scent was detected closer atakent escort and closer as time went by. Wildeblush blooms had been found in the forest, and eradicated by teams of men. For the time being, Freidrin was still free from any Bronton influence. That didn’t help Kas though. Although the need wasn’t immediate and all-consuming like it was in Bronton, Kas still found herself getting aroused easily lately. The sidelong glances at her breasts as she walked down the street didn’t disgust her as much as they used to. Kas knew that they were objectifying, and she still pretended to ignore them much like before, but they landed differently. The shorter skirt she had taken to wearing didn’t help.

“Mmmm,” Kas groaned as her fingers lazily circled her clitoris. Kas rarely masturbated before, but since returning from Bronton she had felt the need to nightly. And why not? She was in the privacy of her own apartment after all. Outside of her apartment she was the same that she was before, aside from the slight change in her daily outfit. She didn’t have a partner, having found that keeping one was hard in her line of work, so she took care of herself.

A loud rapping on her front door startled her, and she quickly closed her legs and sat up. She peered through the curtains, letting a ray of afternoon light slice through the dim room. Remembering that she was naked, she only drew it back a little bit. There was a young man at the door with a parcel in his hands. Kas let the curtain close again. Visitors were rare, especially unannounced visitors. Kas walked across the room to the door and unlatched it, opening it just enough to look through.

“Yes?” She asked, annoyed at the interruption. She hid her nakedness behind the door.

“I have a package from Guildmaster Torrion here. He said to deliver it to High Champion Kas Mare.” The man said, using her full guild rank.

“That’s me,” Kas said, reaching for it with one hand while trying to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything. She was pretty sure that the man noticed, especially since half of her boob was exposed and he was staring at it. She took the package and closed the door on him. “What in the hells is wrong with me?” She shook her head as she made her way back to the room and opened the curtains just enough so that she could read. She opened the package with a knife. A small pouch of coin and a letter was inside.

Dear Kas,

We’ve been in contact with The Duke and his advisors about the Bronton Crisis. They believe that this is of the utmost importance and have dedicated considerable resources to it. The duke is prepared to reward you with ten thousand marks to put an end to this ‘rebellion’, as he calls it. A last resort would be to send the army in, which would be politically messy. Only a few key people know the extent of the crisis. Please see me for more details,

Guildmaster Torrion Green

Kas tossed the letter onto the bed alongside the coin purse and began to dress herself. This was what she had been waiting for.

…

“I hear we’re making a move,” Kas said as she marched into Torrion’s office, skirt swishing around her thighs. She leaned against the door frame, her signature move.

“I’m glad to see that our runner made it to you. Yes, The Duke and I have been in talks all week. He wants you to infiltrate Bronton, shut down their Wildeblush production, eliminate the alchemist known as Colem Rayne, and bring Mayor Happson back here to stand trial for his treachery.”

Kas laughed. “Oh, just that huh?”

“Yes, hence the large reward. Since you lost your sword, feel free to take whatever you need from the armory.”

Kas nodded. “Alright, am I going in alone?”

“Yes, for now. We want this done quietly, and quickly. The quieter the better, but I’ll leave mission specifics up to you.” Torrion said.

Kas nodded. “That’s for the best.” The mission would be hard enough without a lot of restrictions on how she operated.

“When am I leaving?”

Torrion removed his glasses and peered at her. “I was hoping right away.”

…

Kas detected the Blush before reaching the checkpoint on the road. It was incredibly faint, but nervousness crept through her. She had barely escaped Bronton last time, and now she was going back. She had avoided thinking about it thus far.

“Late to be traveling,” One of the guards at the checkpoint said, putting one hand on the hilt of his sword and holding his torch out to illuminate her face. “Oh, Kas Mare. Didn’t we…” He pointed at her and then toward Bronton.

“Yes, I returned a different way last month. I assume you’ve been out here this whole time then?” Kas asked.

“Aye. This is our posting.” He held up his hand. “Sorry, I only asked because I didn’t see your name on the return list, and I haven’t heard anything from town.”

“Have you been waiting for me?” Kas asked.

“Well, in a way I guess,” He stammered. “It’s not every day we get to talk to The Steel Maiden herself.”

“Well, sorry for messing up your log book. I’m going back through. Guild work,” She held up her new license.

“Yes Ma’am. Does this have to do with the sweet smell in the air? Me and the boys have been wondering about that. And where is that other woman who was with you last time?”

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As the cargo bay doors closed behind them, Thea followed June, Ben, Inta, and Artona into a short hallway leading to one of the lifts, passing an open doorway on the right. Through it, several kneeling Toparians stopped laying green turf on the dirt-covered floor and waved a welcoming hello to the newcomer before returning to their work. Thea waved back, then followed the others into a lift that would take them to the upper decks. They piled comically into the undersized lift, pressing close to the hulking Urarc, her soft fur tickling them.

Artona only crossed her arms and harumphed.

“We’re about to get underway,” Inta said from behind a furry bicep, “so I will show you to your quarters then we’ll meet the others on the bridge.”

The lift doors opened onto the crew quarters deck. “This is us, Thea,” Inta said, indicating to get out. Artona started to follow, but Inta pressed a hand gently on her forearm. “It’s okay, Hun. You can go to the bridge with the others.”

“Where you go, I go.” Artona objected flatly.

“But I’m already on the bridge,” Inta teased her protector.

June and Ben smiled knowingly in the back of the lift, as Artona scowled. “You and I are going to need to discuss how this is supposed to work,” she said, her displeasure plain.

“Ooh, I do love a good ‘discussion’,” Inta said coquettishly.

Artona gave Inta a pained look and shook her head as Inta and Thea stepped out and watched the lift doors close, whisking the trio up to the command deck. “Your room is right over here,” Inta said as she walked down the hallway, Thea right behind.

The room Inta led her to was one of the extra lounges, remodeled and split into several smaller, but spacious rooms. There was a double bed, dresser, and a desk and chair set with a door in the back of the room leading to a small washroom with a shower, sink, and toilet where Thea could freshen up. The room was plain and spartan, just as she had kept every room she had occupied since the academy. It gave her a sense of familiarity and comfort, which surely was Inta’s intent.

Thea stood staring at her accommodations, lost in thought when she realized that Inta was sitting on the desk chair, one arm draped over the back, watching her with a soft caring expression on her face. Her glowing blue gaze felt like it could see into her innermost core, and made her feel simultaneously exposed and comforted.

“I’ve never really taken proper R we are in your debt. If you find yourselves in need of assistance in the future, we will help you in any way that we can.” Then the Admiral’s voice was a little less distinct as she turned her head from the microphone, “Release the docking clamps.”

Then the Admiral’s last words were loud and clear. “Nestia, you are clear for departure. We wish you good fortune and clear sailing.”

The large viewscreen at the front of the bridge showed the expansive side of the Dallas stretching off into the distance, with a smaller rectangular window in the corner displaying a view of the docking clamps retracting. When they were clear, June engaged the ship’s drive and slowly pulled the Nestia away from the Dallas, then jogged at ‘port speed’ heading for open space.

June switched the display to a split screen, showing aft and forward. Thea stood and watched the massive Dallas, which had been her home for many years, slowly shrink into the distance.

She felt nostalgia for her time on the Dallas sweep over her, and simultaneously excitement for the unknown before her grew. Something in her had shifted, but she couldn’t put her finger on what.

As she stood pondering what she was leaving behind, and what lay before her, a slight silver arm circled her waist and held her tight. Inta looked up into Thea’s eyes with a comforting smile.

“Okay we’re clear,” June declared. “Course laid in for Centrailia. bahçeşehir escort Ramping up to FTL.” The massive Dallas was still clearly visible, now small in the distance, and swiftly shrank away to a small dot then was lost amongst the starfield behind her as the Nestia sped away.

Unlike most of the conventional ships that Thea had been aboard, the Nestia didn’t leap harshly into FTL flight but instead accelerated into it at a ridiculous rate. The stars seen through the forward viewport began smearing the white pinpricks of light into the usual red-shifted streamers of FTL rainbow starlight.

“Okay folks, we’re at speed. ETA for Centrailia is seventy-one hours,” June announced as she spun her chair around, stretching her arms over her head. “Inta, can you inform the Grove and the Chilopodians?”

Thea raised one eyebrow at June’s statement. “The Chilopodian Delegation is on board?”

Will chimed in. “Yeah, they had a hard time packing up in time to make the last transport leaving the Dallas, so we offered to give them a lift to Centrailia. We were heading there anyways and had the room.”

Thea looked at Will and then back to June, a quizzical look still on her face. “And Is that right? The Dallas is at least a week and a half from Centrailia at her normal cruising speed. You’re saying we’re traveling as fast as a naval destroyer.”

June nodded her head. “Yup, that’s right. It won’t take us half as long as it would have, now that Inta’s controlling the power core.”

“We limped into Penrose Station, operating at bare minimum power. During our time on the Dallas, I’ve regained a significant portion of my former strength.” Inta told Thea as she squeezed her waist a little tighter.

“Only a portion?” Thea asked, stunned. “How fast can the Nestia travel?”

Inta’s smile widened. “Quite a bit faster, conventionally. Plus I have other tricks up my sleeve.” A mischievous sparkle shone in her eyes.

“Ah, but your sun dress doesn’t have sleeves,” Will said as he stood, stroking the arm of the Inta standing between June and him. “And I think it’s high time that you weren’t wearing that, either.” He pulled Inta in close and gave her a deep and passionate kiss.

“Oh, no you don’t. I’m the one who just performed a flawless departure and FTL insertion, I deserve a little some of that,” June whined playfully as she stood and pressed herself into Inta, sandwiching the silver girl between her and Will. “No way I’m letting you hog Inta all for yourself. You’ve got to share.”

“Too true, you deserve it. Inta and I will have to reward you properly,” Will said chuckling as Inta giggled, squished between the two.

Inta wrapped her arms around their waists, and turned to the other on the bridge, leveling smokey glances in their directions. “You’re all more than welcome to join us…” She said, letting the invitation hang in the air.

“I’m still deliciously sore from the ‘topping off’ you gave me an hour ago, I’m good… For now.” Ben replied, giving Inta his usual dopey smile. “I’ll stay here on the bridge; there’s some reading I wanted to do.”

Thea blushed at the crew’s openness. “I, I’m good. I should get back to my room and finish unpacking.” The Inta holding her stood on her tiptoes and gave her a peck on the cheek. “No pressure, Hun. I enjoy your company any way you feel comfortable. Maybe tea, later?”

Thea blinked, then smiled. “That sounds lovely.” Inta slipped away from Thea and went over to Artona, gently placing a hand on a furry arm, crossed in consternation. “And what about you, my darling Warrior?”

Artona’s eyes bulged in momentary shock, then her scowl quickly returned to her face. “Pass. I would break you,” she said impassively to the silver girl she towered over.

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Artona struggled momentarily with a confusing and painful swirl of emotions that threatened to smash her stony facade. “I’m good,” She said finally. “I’m going to go get changed, head down to the hangar, and get a workout in.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it, then,” Inta said, seeing the swirling mix of Artona’s emotions displayed in her aura. “Just know that I’m here for you, too.” The other Inta led Will and June off the bridge, tugging them playfully by the hand.

“I think I’ll plop down over here and keep Ben company,” the remaining Inta said as she tussled his hair and took a seat. Thea nodded to Artona and then left for her room; Ben had already pulled a tablet out and propped his feet onto a darkened terminal, deep into the volume he was reading.

Artona sighed internally and left the bridge heading for her room. Seated behind Ben, Inta watched her go and decided she needed to do some reading of her own. Pulling up the ship’s new Quantum-Net connection, she scoured several libraries for every piece of literature on Urarc culture, society, and psychology and began devouring everything her search returned.

Will, June, and Inta had already made it to their lounge by the time Thea and Artona stepped out from the lift onto the crew deck. The sounds of giggling and wet kisses drifted into the hallway from the open lounge.

“I wish they’d at least close the damn door,” Artona complained loudly but peeked in through the lounge doorway briefly as they passed, catching a quick glimpse of the action.

Thea blushed, not having a thing for voyeurism. ‘Does it count as voyeurism if you’ve been invited?’ she wondered silently, standing at the door to her room. Artona had already entered her room next door, so Thea followed suit.

Her duffle bag sat on the bed where she’d left it in her hurry to get to the bridge. “Well, I might as well unpack,” Thea mumbled to herself. She put her clothes in the dresser built into a wall and found storage cubbies for the rest of her belongings. She flopped onto the bed flat on her back and blew out a big breath. “Rest and relaxation. The one thing my academy training didn’t cover,” she huffed. “What exactly am I supposed to do with myself?”

She suddenly felt antsy and decided that Artona had the right idea, so she changed into her gym shorts and sports bra, then left her room heading for the hangar where Artona had said she would be working out. Hopefully, they had brought some equipment, but if not, she would make do.

Thea saw Artona’s setup as she entered the hangar, tucked away in an unused corner. The industrious Urarc had set up a full free-weight set, with an unusually large pile of iron plates, enough to challenge the strength of the powerfully built woman. She also hung an enormous heavy bag next to a rack of practice weapons. Artona had taken one of the staves from the rack and was moving through one of her forms in the open space.

Thea watched quietly as Artona moved and flowed from one graceful combination to another. The staff whistled through the air as the warrior danced and struck her invisible enemy. Finally realizing she had an audience, Artona paused, her fur damp with sweat.

“They teach you melee weapons at your Academy, or just how to fly tin cans?” Artona asked with a friendly taunt. It was the first time Thea had seen the massive Urarc smile, so she jumped on the opportunity.

“A little. But as it so happens, I did spend most of my time behind a stick of a tin can.” Thea replied.

Artona nodded appreciatively, having heard about Thea’s performance kayaşehir escort during the battle for the Dallas. She then took a second staff off the weapons rack and tossed it to Thea. “Wanna spar some? I promise I’ll take it easy on you.”

Thea twirled the staff, getting a feel for its heft and weight distribution. “I appreciate that,” Thea said smiling as she squared up against the wall of muscle and fur in front of her. Then, with a lightning-quick strike, Artona launched one well-placed strike at Thea’s weak side, feeling her out.

Reflexively, Thea parried it and immediately spun into a counter strike that Artona easily blocked. “Good, good. You have had some training,” she said as she attacked again. The two danced back and forth with their staves, striking and blocking in a light, easy manner. It was abundantly clear to Thea that she was enormously outclassed, but Artona’s sparring style was clearly intended to be instructional.

Blocking yet another crisp attack, Thea asked, “Have you thought about teaching? Your form is immaculate.”

Artona spun around, and attacked low, forcing Thea to leap back so that she wouldn’t be swept off her feet. “I did, for a while, when I was studying with the Weaponmaster from my mother’s clan. As advanced students, we were expected to teach the young ones the basics to get them ready for proper instruction,” she said, slipping past Thea’s guard and delivering a stinging strike on Thea’s left shoulder. “You need to work on your weak side guard,” She said with a smirk.

They continued sparring for another half hour, Artona raining light but stinging strikes all over Thea’s arms and legs until Thea raised her hand in submission, at the limit of her endurance. Thea bowed, then presented her weapon to Artona, who nodded and hung both weapons back on the rack.

“You’re not bad. You’d give a second year a run for their money,” Artona said with a joking smile.

“From an Urarc, that’s high praise,” Thea replied, thoroughly enjoying this side of the stoic warrior. “In all seriousness, can we do this again? I could learn a lot from you.”

Artona’s smile broadened. “I would enjoy that,” she said, then paused, having a thought. “You know, it would make my job a lot easier if I knew everyone on board could properly handle themselves in a fight,” she said as she tossed a towel to Thea while she mopped the sweat from her face with another.

“They hired you for security?” Thea asked as she wiped her sweat with the towel.

“No, it’s not like that,” Artona said as she shook her head. “I owe Inta a debt; she saved my life and I am honor-bound to protect her until my debt is repaid.”

Thea nodded in understanding; honor was important to an Urarc.

“But here’s the thing; how do you protect someone who lives in a crystal with half a dozen bodies running around all the time?” Thea watched as frustration contorted Artona’s expression. When she realized her emotions were getting the best of her, her walls went back up and the mask of stoicism returned to her face.

Thea was unsure how to comfort the troubled Urarc. “I think you’re onto something, though. Training up the crew sounds like a good first step to me. The rest will follow.”

Artona appreciated the sentiment but wondered if it would be enough; if she would be enough on her own. She was an Urarc, she reminded herself, and weakness, perceived or real, wouldn’t be tolerated.

“That’s enough for one day,” she told Thea. “I would be grateful for a sparring partner if you want to do this regularly,” she said, allowing herself this small concession.

“I would be honored,” Thea replied without reservation. “Us new girls need to stick together, right?”

Artona’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest. “If you say so.” She groaned slightly as she stretched her thick arms over her head. “I’m beat, and need a shower and some sleep,” she said, then headed for the lift back to her room.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Thea said, stretching her own shoulder as she fell in step beside her. Artona glanced down at the slightly shorter human and allowed herself a small smile at the budding comradery as they made their way to their rooms.

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Introduction

Village life is perfectly boring. Waking up in a village after living in a city is perfection. Every morning, I get up at the crack of dawn. My neighbours are trees, and I sleep with the blinds open most nights. It is nature’s little alarm clock. That, and the birds. Most days, their singsong is a melodious blend of happiness and a reason to get up. On days when you’re a little too tired, their incessant whining is a great motivation to go have a shower.

Today was the kind of morning that promised nothing out of the ordinary. The sky was a soft, milky blue, the kind of shade that turns transparent as the day wears on. I eased my little electric sedan out of the driveway and into the narrow, winding road that led from my cabin to the village of Sainte-Croix. The trees, ancient and wise, lined the route like loyal sentinels, their branches whispering secrets in the breeze. The landscape was a patchwork of greens and golds, interspersed with the occasional quaint farmhouse, each more charmingly rustic than the last.

Sainte-Croix was a place frozen in time, where the past clung stubbornly to the present. It was positively perfect for me. My name is Luc, and after having graduated from environmental management, I decided that I would go plant trees for a living. A place that looked like it came from three hundred years ago was the best place to start.

The architecture had remained unchanged for centuries, with its stone cottages and wooden shutters standing as a testament to a simpler way of life. The people, too, were a reflection of this timelessness—friendly and reserved, familiar yet ever polite. I was something of an anomaly in this small community. My academic background and urban sophistication contrasted sharply with the village’s traditional aura. Yet, for all its static nature, Sainte-Croix had grown on me. It was here that I could escape the clamor of academic life and immerse myself in my true passion—environmental biology and forest restoration.

The village’s charm lay in its unchanging routine. The morning bustle at the local bakery, where the scent of fresh bread – and occasionally French-Canadian meat pies – wafted out into the crisp air, and the chatter of neighbors exchanging news (and gossip), were comforting constants. My work, too, had become a rhythm of its own.

I would arrive at the small office that served as my base, where the walls were adorned with maps of the forest, research data, and photographs of the landscape. I had been working tirelessly on projects aimed at preserving and restoring the natural beauty of the region. This was my sanctuary, a place where the pace of life was slower, and the work was deeply fulfilling. I was a lone consultant, sub-contracted to a firm from Gatineau. They left me to me devices in exchange for a nominal salary and a progress report to the government once a month.

It suited me just fine, even if it was a life of quiet isolation.

The isolation part was not hard. I had only ever had one girlfriend before moving to the village. We met in university, and I thought that she was going to be the one. My inexperience was my undoing. It turns out that communication is two-way, and even though I was madly in love, for her I was just a fling. I was more wedded to my work anyway for anything to ever really work out.

Instead, I dedicated myself to restoring some forests that had been chopped down during the Shiner’s War in the Ottawa River Valley before the turn of the last century. There were dozens of rare species of trees and shrubs around here that needed a loving hand to reseed, replant and to regenerate. I had spent four years here, pretty much only interacting with people from the village and the nearby farms that straddled the local watershed. I sent reports into the city via email once a month, and got a cheque in return.

My cabin was paid off. It was only supposed to be a chalet in the summer, but I did not mind the Spartan existence. Besides, tons of people in the village were living in the same conditions.

I had finally arrived at a point in my life where I was happy with what I was doing, and was content to be successful, even if I was alone.

The Meeting

One crisp autumn morning, as the leaves crunched under my boots and the scent of fresh coffee beckoned from the village café, I encountered something—or rather, someone—that would disrupt the tranquil routine I had come to cherish. The café was a cozy nook with wooden tables and a chalkboard menu, where locals gathered for their daily dose of caffeine and conversation. It was a rustic building that had been around since the fall of New France. People in the village joked that it was a fort, or a post office, or a house for the mistress of the Seigneur.

In all honesty, given the moss accumulation on the stone foundation… it was probably built forty years after the fall of New France. But I never said that. It turns out, that people only gossiped about the building because it was the only bakırköy escort place where any of us every really mingled, outside of our post office, library and city hall – which conveniently all shared the same building.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but this is the very café that was going to shake up my quaint village life. It was there that I first saw her.

She stood out like a raven in a field of dandelions. Her name, I would soon learn, was Céline. She was a striking contrast to the typical villagers. She was tall, with an almost ethereal grace, her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall. Her skin was a stark, almost ghostly white, and her attire—an ensemble of black gothic apparel—made her look as though she had stepped out of a different era, or perhaps a different world altogether.

We didn’t get goths here in Sainte-Croix. Well, that’s not saying much. We didn’t get much of anything here.

She was a bigger woman, probably similar in age to me at thirty. Maybe thirty-five. She was wearing a black hoodie with a band logo on it, and had her sleeves rolled up. Her arms were covered in tattoos – intricate and somewhat unsettling – that also adorned her arms, chest, and neck. The only part of her that did not seem to have a tattoo was her face.

They seemed almost demonic in origin, swirling and writhing like shadows come to life. As I watched her from a corner table, sipping my coffee and pretending to read a newspaper, I couldn’t help but feel a tug of curiosity. It was unusual for someone like her to appear in a place as serene and conservative as Sainte-Croix.

The only music that anyone ever seemed to listen to here was country, and even then, it was always country from last decade. I drive an electric sedan, which is common enough in Québec, but it still caused a ruckus when I first brought it to old man Lafontaine who ran the local mechanic’s shop, and all I wanted was some filters changed.

I watched this mysterious woman for a few moments as she ordered a latté from the ladies working the cash. In four years, the only thing I had ever seen anyone order here was coffee. Occasionally, someone from the village would visit family in Montréal and come back to order an Americano… which is just coffee.

But a latte? That was next level strange for this place.

I watched her take a seat at a corner table, just like me. She was only a metre away from me. She didn’t make eye contact with me. I don’t blame her. I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and reading a book on trees. I was not exactly an image of suave sophistication at the time.

But for whatever reason, I knew that I had to talk to her.

Summoning my courage, I approached her table. She was absorbed in a thick, leather-bound book, which only added to her air of mystique. The title was in Latin. Maybe she was the worst Catholic imaginable. I don’t know.

“Bonjour,” I began, my voice a bit too eager. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Luc Charbonneau. I live just outside the village and work on environmental projects here.”

She looked up, her eyes—a piercing shade of green—meeting mine with an inscrutable expression. “I’m Céline,” she replied, her voice smooth and melodious. “I’ve just moved here on the weekend.”

I tried to mask my surprise. “Really? I’ve been here for quite some time. Welcome to the village. What brings you to Sainte-Croix?”

Céline smiled slightly, her lips curling in a manner that was both enigmatic and inviting. “I’ve come from Montréal to continue practicing my religion without being chased away.”

My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. “And what religion is that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “I practice Satanism.”

At first, I chuckled, thinking she was making a joke. But her expression remained serious, and the look in her eyes suggested she was quite earnest. “You’re not joking?”

“Not at all,” she said. “I was chased out of the city for causing disturbances. Here, in the countryside, I hope to practice without causing any trouble.”

Her honesty intrigued me. I was drawn to her mysterious allure, and I found myself wanting to know more.

“Well, there is nothing around here for kilometres except trees, and the occasional farm. I cannot imagine the squirrels will mind too much if you’re causing a ruckus.”

Céline chuckled at my lame joke. Her laugh was like music to my ears.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She replied with a wink and a smile.

We chatted amicably for a few minutes until it was time for me to head on up to the plant site. I had to get another 20 junipers into the ground along some of the tributary streams today. But I wasn’t about to let go of this woman’s infectious laugh.

We exchanged numbers with a promise to stay in touch. However, I told her that I was always here at the café for seven in the morning, along with half the village. She said that we would chat again tomorrow.

For şirinevler escort the first time in a few years, I felt content going to work not from being fulfilled… but from having a connection with someone.

The Growing Connection

In the weeks that followed, Céline and I began to meet regularly at the café. Each morning, we would sit together, the world outside seeming to drift by in its usual slow rhythm. The café, with its old-world charm and comforting familiarity, became our haven. She was there every weekday, Monday to Friday. She apparently spent most of her day in the café, just reading. She always stayed after I left for work.

She always had money too, despite evidently not having a job.

Céline’s presence became a fixture in my daily routine. Her stories of life in Montréal, her philosophical musings, and her candid views on her unique religious practices fascinated me. I loved listening to her talk about her religion, like it was *actually* real.

My neighbours were Catholic, and my roommate in university was a Buddhist from Vietnam. I always humoured them, but never for one second thought that their religion was based on anything other than superstition. I was a scientist after all.

But With Céline, I hung onto every word. I won’t say that I understood it all, what with demons being outside of religion, and it all being compatible with modern science but also portals and whatever. I think the reason she told me all of this is because I thought it was complete horseshit.

I found myself falling for her, not just for her beauty but for her intellect and the depth of her character. Her emerald green eyes held secrets and wisdom that drew me in, and our conversations often lingered on topics that ranged from the mundane to the metaphysical.

She asked me about trees and conservation and gardening.

As a month passed from our initial autumn meeting, and the snow started to fall over the pumpkin decorations that the village never seemed to clean up until spring, I felt a growing connection between us.

I knew I wanted to take the next step. I knew that I was ready for a relationship, and that I could listen to her talk all day. God, I hoped she felt the same way. Well, maybe not *God*, but uh… just hope.

One morning, as we sipped our coffee and watched the quiet village life unfold outside, I gathered my courage. “Céline,” I began, “I’ve been thinking… Would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime? Like, as a date. You can say no too. It’s not a big deal. Well, it is. But like, I still want to have coffee with you every morning.”

Her eyes lit up with a warm smile. “I’d like that very much.”

The problem is, that I can also be a naive idiot.

“You’d like to keep being friends, or have dinner?” I asked.

“I’d like you to ask me” she said, with a hint of flirtatiousness that made my heart beat faster than it had in weeks.

“Céline, can I take you to dinner at Chez Pascale in the next town over?” I managed to blurt out.

“Yes, Luc. I’d love to go on a date with you.” She said with an air of finality that did nothing to slow my heart rate.

The Date

Only a few days had passed since I had asked her out. Céline was insistent that she could only go on a date with me between Monday and Thursday if we wanted to have dinner. I chose a Thursday night, sensing that it would be closer to the weekend and thus we would all be in a better mood. At least, I would be since it would be almost the end of the work week.

Céline was always notoriously eager to change the subject with how she spent her weekends, saying only that she worked from home on weekends. I just assumed that she was writing a novel or selling knitted goods on the internet. Half the people who rented chalets here in the summer were doing that.

When Thursday evening arrived, I was both excited and nervous. Mostly nervous. I had not been on a date in five years, and I was hoping that I wouldn’t blow this one.

I had chosen a really nice restaurant in the next town over, a place that promised a touch of elegance. It was the closest that the region was ever going to get to elegance without driving three hours to Gatineau.

I picked Céline up from her place around five. It would take us thirty-five minutes to get to the next town over. She wore her winter coat that went down to her black boots. When we arrived at the restaurant, she hung her coat up in the vestiary. I saw that she was in a formal black dress that clung to her figure and exposed the intricate tattoos that adorned her arms and legs. Tattooed along her arms and legs were serpents, demons, and other creatures with wings and horns. Some words in Latin and Greek and a bunch of other languages adorned her legs.

Her wicked appearance, combined with black earrings, a black dress and her Rubenesque body was striking. Her beauty was breathtaking, and I found myself mesmerized by her avcılar escort presence. I wore a navy-blue suit with a pink shirt, hoping to complement her in some small way.

She told me that I looked handsome.

But she looked like a goddess. Her goth charm and style fit her raven hair and her body perfectly. I couldn’t help but check out her thick waist and the way that her dress seemed to cling to her breasts. I had a thing for thicker women, and she hit all the right notes.

We sat together and started talking. Despite her evidently not doing anything all week, she talked endlessly about books, and art and culture. I sat enraptured. She listened attentively while I talked about the environment and water quality and how I wanted to live on a hobby farm and grow berries and have solar panels off-grid.

Before long, we were eating. Then having dessert. Then coffee. We were still chatting about demonology, the cosmos, philosophy and science… Then she took my hand across the table, as it affirming to me that yes, I am not crazy, she also has feelings. My heart leapt into my throat.

The evening was enchanting. We enjoyed a sumptuous meal, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Céline was charming and articulate, and as the night progressed, I felt more certain than ever that I wanted her in my life. At the end of the meal, I took a deep breath and asked, “Céline, would you consider being my girlfriend?”

Her smile was radiant.

“You know what. I’d like that.” She said, smiling.

I smiled back at her.

We left the restaurant and decided to do a loop around the village square. It was a quaint place – all the little villages in this neck of the woods were – and we held hands as we walked.

I wanted to be honest with her from the get-go. I did NOT want this relationship to burn around me. I came forward with my inexperience.

“So, you’ve probably gathered that I’m a science dork, right?” I said to her.

“You have a way with words Luc, that’s for sure. But yes, I’ve noticed.”

“Well, that doesn’t necessarily lend itself to having a LOT of experience with dating, you know. Like, I want to do right by you. But I might put my foot in my mouth sometimes. Also, I can ramble. I want to be a generous lover too. I’m not saying we will get there though. But I really would like to get there, and…”

She cut me off, with a Cheshire grin.

“I get it. I do. I have high expectations, but I’m certain you will meet them. Trust me, when you dress like this and have tattoos, people assume certain things. You’ve only ever treated me like I wanted to be treated. That’s what I’m looking for in a first date.”

I couldn’t resist grinning from ear to ear. Right up until she threw me a curve ball that caught me off guard. “I’ve never had a human boyfriend before,” she said.

I was taken aback. “Huh, what do you mean?”

“I’ll explain,” she said. “You’ve been nothing but honest with me. Before we jump head first into something that could turn serious, I should be honest with you too. Come to my house, and you can decide if you want to continue. I’ll explain everything.”

I nodded my head. What’s the worst that could happen? She’s secretly a criminal? I doubted it. It was probably something mundane to do with her religion.

The Revelation

I drove Céline back to her cottage, a beautiful and isolated home on the outskirts of the village. Now that it was dark outside, I realized how absolutely isolated she was. There was not even another light for at least a kilometer. Maybe two.

When I pulled up to her driveway, she looked at me with those deep green emerald eyes that were driving me crazy.

“Last chance to back out” she said, with a tone that was considerably more serious than the one we used at dinner.

“Nah, I asked you out. I want to hear you out. I really like you and want to see where… whatever this is goes.” I told her, hoping that those words were enough to convey my thoughts.

I watched her generous butt in that lovely black dress as she ascended the stairs and we stepped onto her porch. I literally couldn’t help myself. I had never really been attracted to tattoos before, but seeing them on a woman with those proportions got my motor revved in a way that made me crazy.

Before opening the door, Céline stepped up to me and wrapped her hands around my neck. Instinctively, I wrapped my hands around her waist, resisting the temptation to grab her perfect bum.

Without warning, she brought her lips to mine and planted a kiss on my lips. It was not a full-on, sexy kiss. It was just enough to let me know that this was actually serious.

“That’s for the perfect date. I hope that I will get a kiss goodnight before the night is over as well” she said to me as she opened the door.

Holy shit, was what she going to tell me *that* bad?

As I stepped inside, I was enveloped by a dim, atmospheric light provided by flickering candles. The interior was decorated with vintage books from the 1600s, and various pentagrams and demonic sigils adorned the walls. However, my naïve scientific brain took over before I could remark on the décor.

“Did you leave the candles on? That’s a real fire hazard” I said, before realizing my own stupidity. She wanted to have a serious conversation. I doubt fire safety was the subject she envisioned.

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Umbra crept through the damp and grimy corridors of the dungeon, pausing every so often to listen for danger. Her sword was sheathed but that was no matter; such a weapon would be a hindrance to her in these narrow spaces. The dagger she held at the ready was much more suitable.

She stopped at a corner and peeked around to see what lay ahead. There was a chamber with torches burning in brackets along the walls. By this light she could see only one object furnishing the space: a chest against the far wall. Curious, she thought.

A sound behind her, low yet noticeable in the silence she had been maintaining, made her spin around. The path she had come down was clear, as it should be. She had explored every inch of this place so far, so there was no way anything could be sneaking up behind her. She attributed the sound to a rat and entered the chamber.

The chest was large and roughly crafted, though there were no gaps in the woodwork which would permit her to see what was inside. There was no lock on it, not even a latch; it was a simple matter of lifting the lid to see what was inside. She wondered who would leave it only part way through a dungeon, like some gift waiting to be found. It smelled like a trap to her.

She sheathed her dagger in her boot and took a torch from the wall brackets, careful not to make a sound. If she could push the lid open while standing off to the side then she would avoid any spring-loaded weaponry within. And if it was a poison gas trap then the flame of the torch would burn it off. Perhaps I’m being paranoid, she thought. But better safe than sorry.

Standing beside the chest, she reached down with the torch and pressed it against the front of the lid. The instant the flame came in contact with the wood, the chest let out a screech and sprang to life. The lid burst open to reveal a broad, square mouth filled with sharp teeth. The side panels split open, allowing two long arms to stretch out. They were scrawny like tree branches stripped of their leaves, and they ended in massive hands with long, clawed fingers.

A mimic!

Umbra stumbled backwards as the creature thrashed out to ward off the fire that had touched it. Its arms swung in wide arcs and one of those clawed hands found purchase in the leather of her vest close to her navel. She let out a cry as she felt skin part, and she dropped the torch.

Whether the mimic had ears somewhere with which it had heard her cry or it knew that its claws had found their prey, Umbra did not know. But it turned and scrambled rapidly towards her, its fanged maw snapping open and shut. Before she could retreat any further it was upon her, its arms encircling to push her toward its mouth. She pressed both of her hands against it, careful to avoid the teeth, desperately holding off its attempt to devour her. But its arms were stronger than hers and the tips of its claws were now digging into her back. She gritted her teeth against the pain as she dropped to one knee.

Without looking down she knew that the torch she had dropped was still nearby; she could feel its heat against her leg. Taking one hand off the mimic and using the other to push it back with all her might, she grabbed the fallen torch and thrust it into the gaping mouth.

It ataköy escort screeched again and instinctively shut its mouth tight. Its teeth went straight through Umbra’s arm, locking her in place. The pain was white hot and she couldn’t help but scream alongside the monster which had trapped the torch inside its body. It thrashed around, trying to free itself of the source of its pain, swinging Umbra around like a ragdoll in the process. Its claws continued to scratch at her back, her leather armour doing little to protect her flesh from such sharp implements. With one arm impaled on the creature’s fangs she could do little but protect her head with her free arm and endure this assault.

Sure enough, the mimic’s tantrum soon ended and, with one last pathetic groan, it went limp. Umbra waited a few seconds before moving, partly to be sure the creature was dead and partly because she was somewhat concussed after being bounced off the stone floor repeatedly.

She got unsteadily to her feet and gripped the lid, or rather the mimic’s upper jaw, and heaved it open. The pain in her arm as the teeth came out was excruciating, but at this moment every part of her was hurting. She was getting good at ignoring the pain.

A look inside the creature’s mouth revealed a jumble of burnt flesh. That was unpleasant enough but the smell was even more repulsive. The torch was embedded deep in its guts. Umbra guessed that it had burned through the tissue of the mouth and touched upon a vital organ.

She inspected her wounded arm. It was as nasty a sight as the mimic’s insides. The bloody puncture wounds had been torn wide by the creature’s thrashing. The bone was definitely broken, likely pulverised in some places. She couldn’t move her fingers. An injury like this usually meant the limb was beyond saving. It was a career-ender for an adventurer – at least for a common adventurer.

Umbra wavered a little as her injuries and her blood loss caught up to her, but she soon found her balance again as the magic in her blood set to work. She felt a tingle as the many lacerations on her back and the one on her abdomen started to heal. The bruises across her body would be gone in no time. Her arm would take a while, but she knew from experience that by the time it was better there wouldn’t be so much as a scar.

She peeked down the corridor that led deeper into the dungeon. It was long and dark and empty, like so many corridors she had crept through today. But that meant this was a good place to take a rest.

Stepping back into the mimic’s chamber, she unfastened her leather vest and pulled it over her head along with her undershirt. The motion stretched her still-healing wounds, causing her a little discomfort. But worse than that was the state of her clothing: the back of the vest and the shirt were blood-soaked and slashed into ribbons. She let out an exasperated sigh. Not only would these not protect her from danger, they wouldn’t even protect her from the elements. She wondered if her healing enchantment could prevent her from catching a cold.

She knew this was her fault for wearing such light armour: a simple leather vest, leggings and boots, without even bracers for her arms. bahçelievler escort But she did it because of her enchantment, which could heal her from any injury or malady. Why pay for expensive armour when I can survive anything the world throws at me, she thought.

Light armour was also quite handy for making people underestimate her. Sure, she was built tougher than the average woman, but she was still a woman. A pretty woman, at that, with blonde hair, smooth skin and confident yet soft features. People would look past the muscle and see a little girl in cheap gear playing at being an adventurer. That made it easy for her to surprise them.

There were downsides to her appearance too. This was a dangerous line of work filled with dangerous people. Dangerous people would look at a woman like her and get all kinds of thoughts about what they wanted to do to her. Umbra knew this quite well. She liked how she looked, but it had attracted some bad attention over the years.

That’s not to suggest she couldn’t handle such attention. Anytime a man tried to force himself on her she would show him that she was dangerous too. And if he struck her down, well, she could get back up as if nothing had happened to her and strike him back.

Umbra sat down in the mimic’s chamber to catch her breath. Though the fight had been brief it was intense enough for her to break a sweat. She leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of cold stone against her bare skin. It helped to soothe the cuts, which could become fiercely itchy as they healed.

She examined the cut on her abdomen, already closed into a raw pink line. It was surrounded by blood which had trickled down to the waistline of her leggings before drying. The dark red stains stood out against her pale skin. It was hard to tan when you spent most of your time exploring dungeons and tombs.

She looked down at her bare chest. Her perky breasts raised and fell with her breath. Her nipples stood out in the cold, damp air of the dungeon. At least she told herself the cold was responsible. The well-toned muscles of her abdomen rippled as she shifted to a more comfortable sitting position.

Shit, she mumbled, as her good hand snaked up to her breast. They weren’t particularly large, but big enough to fill her hands when she cupped them. She moved slowly, caressing her skin, feeling the softness of her flesh. She circled one of her nipples with a fingertip before pinching it. Hard. The rest of her breath escaped her as a sigh.

This was a vice Umbra had long struggled with. There was something about dangerous places like this that ignited her passion. It was the thought of making herself vulnerable in a monster-infested dungeon or deep in bandit territory. It was the fear of being discovered by those who wished her harm and being completely at their whim. It gave her a thrill unlike anything else she had experienced.

She fumbled to undo her belt and loosen her leggings, desperate to take this thrill further. Her hand went under the clothing, between her legs. Her breath raced. Her back arched, leaving only her shoulder blades pressed against the cold stone behind her. She rubbed her slit vigorously, growing more frantic halkalı escort with each moment.

She pushed two fingers inside. The sensation made her whimper; she hadn’t meant to. She bit her lip and tried to stay silent, but she could not control her breathing. She watched both corridors attached to this chamber, waiting to see if some manner of creature or trespasser came to investigate the sound and found her in this state.

Her fingers pushed deeper inside her, out and back in again, just as deep. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Her legs crossed over her hand, pressing it tighter against her crotch. She added a third finger and increased the tempo. With the hand of her injured arm she caressed her navel before moving up to her breasts again. The feeling was returning to those fingers as the magic did its job. She squeezed one breast, holding the nipple between two fingers and pinching it. She was moaning now and she could not stop that either.

Her eyes darted from one corridor to the other, waiting for someone or something to enter. What would they think seeing her like this? What would they do to her?

The climax was coming, she could feel it. Heat built up in her face, across her chest, between her legs. She pumped her fingers in and out, harder, faster.

The explosion of pleasure rocked her body. Her pelvic muscles tightened around her fingers but she did not pull them out. She gritted her teeth to hold back a scream.

For almost a minute every muscle in her body held its tension, riding the wave of ecstasy for as long as it could. It ended when she realised she had forgotten to breathe.

She slumped back against the wall, gasping for air. Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed as she tried to bring her mind back to reality from the feverish state it had just been in. When she opened her eyes again she checked both entrances and was now wholly relieved to see nobody there. The allure of being found had passed.

She drew her shaking hand from between her legs and held it up to the light of the torches above. It was slick with her own juices. A perverse part of her wanted to lick it clean, but giving in to urges like that would threaten to start the whole cycle of pleasure over again.

I can’t keep doing this, she thought. This is why I can’t go adventuring with a party.

She wiped her hand on the stone floor before fastening her leggings and her belt. There was a wet spot quickly growing between her legs. It was embarrassing, but it should be dried out by the time she returned to the surface.

Clambering to her feet, she stretched to test the wounds on her back. There was no pain; they were fully healed. The same was true of the cut on her abdomen, and the punctures in her arm were scabbed over. The arm was throbbing painfully, but she took that as a good sign for its recovery.

She pulled on her shirt and her leather vest over it. When she moved she could feel the air cold against her back, but there was little she could do about that right now.

She checked her equipment one last time: the sword sheathed on her belt and the dagger in her boot. She considered taking one of the torches in this chamber with her. Dungeons could get very dark the further down one went. But she decided against it, preferring to move stealthily as she had done so far. She hoped there would be chambers with torches like this one further down, just in case.

Sparing one last look for the mimic’s corpse, Umbra went deeper into the dungeon, feeling more confident than ever now that she had worked certain feelings out of her mind.

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“What do you mean by that?” Jason asked, as he looked at the woman in confusion.

“What I mean is that we are fucked!! This isn’t some random nobody rising to power! This is fucking Carman!! The fucking Carman!! You’ve never heard of the Dark Witch??” Aaliyah questioned.

“No, I haven’t. Please bear with me, as I was raised as a normie! I didn’t get my powers or start my supernatural education until a few months ago!” Jason said in his defense.

“Does anyone else here know the threat that Carman poses?” Aaliyah asked, hoping she wasn’t the only one who knew the gravity of the situation.

“I remember her. Or at least, the stories of her. My mother, Amaltheia, told me of the great blights that affected the people of Ireland. But it wasn’t just them who were affected,” Phalmina stated.

“What do you mean?” Xaera asked.

“Carman, who is most famous for everything that she did in Ireland, wasn’t from Ireland originally. She was a Greek, from Athens, as far as the stories go and that is all the accounts from the witches who were there. What records we have at least,” Aaliyah told them.

“We really need to find a way to restore the old texts, so we may have an accurate rendition of history! So much knowledge lost and destroyed, and for what?” Jason griped, shaking his head.

“Something I couldn’t agree with more! But what knowledge we do have of her during that time was that she had a dark streak from the get go. She wasn’t dark right out of the gate, but she had the capacity for it. It wasn’t until she was fully grown and had her sons that she became the terror that was faced,” the Witch went on.

“Wait, that woman had kids? With who?” Darnell wondered.

“No one really knows, but there were always tons of speculation about their parentage. Their names were Dub, Dorthur and Dian,” Aaliyah told them.

“Their names don’t sound so scary,” Jason commented.

“The translation of their names is Darkness (Dub), Evil (Dorthur) and Violence (Dian),” Aaliyah clarified. “Once her armies were defeated, her sons, who were her generals, were taken. They couldn’t be killed, so they were banished from those lands. No one knows what became of them, but there is no record of their deaths. There are rumors of what became of them, but no one can say for sure.”

“Even on the field of battle, they couldn’t be killed??” Jason questioned, his face full of disbelief.

“Nope.”

“OK, they officially just became scarier!” he replied seriously.

“You think that’s scary? Carman, who was their mother and the one who blessed them with these powers, was an even tougher fight. It took the combined efforts of four chosen of Gaia to subdue her and her magic!”

“Wasn’t it Bé Chuille who was the one who defeated her?” Sheena questioned.

“Very good, Sheena! Yes, it was Bé Chuille who defeated her. To be fair, the others did what they could to distract Carman and disrupt her spells while Bé Chuille wore down her defenses. What stripped Carman of her powers was the final spell that she cast, which saw the Dark Witch rendered nearly powerless,” Aaliyah stated.

“Nearly powerless? She still had some power left?” Xaera asked, mystified.

“Yes. She was one of the few who were chosen by Gaia to represent her here on this plane of existence. Carman had the inborn spark from Gaia, which isn’t something that can just be stripped away by humans. So, the spell that Bé Chuille cast had drained Carman of everything except for that spark. But that wasn’t the end of the Dark Witch,” the ebony skinned woman went on.

“With her power gone for the most part, she should have been finished,” Jason commented, shaking his head.

“You’d have thought so, except that Carman had another spell woven into her very being. A spell that would prolong her life for many years beyond what was normal for humans, even among the chosen of Gaia. This spell not only gave her a long life, but it also made her nigh unkillable,” Aaliyah stated.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up!! Are you saying that Carman figured out a way to make herself invincible?” Sheena gasped with a shake.

“Basically, yeah! After using her magic to determine what had been done, Bé Chuille figured out what had to happen to end Carman. They took her to a maze of caverns beneath the lands they stood on, looking for the most dangerous and hard to reach ones. It took a while, but the chosen would eventually find one that was difficult to get to, and was suitably deep enough,” the Witch continued.

“Once they got there, they created various stones of binding and wards, which would deter anyone from entering. They also went on to create an elaborate and heavy stone sarcophagus. It was etched with Gaian runes to contain Carman and to prevent anyone from opening it. They placed Carman inside of it, set the stones and wards and let her lie in her tomb, to live the rest of her days sealed inside it,” Aaliyah finished.

“Damn! That almost sounds like something you’d hear about in a movie!” Jason commented.

“Where şişli escort do you think Hollywood gets their ideas from? Most of the inventive and strange things you see on the screens is often pulled right from the annals of history,” Aaliyah told the Druid.

“Huh! I’ll have to remember that!” Jason smirked to himself.

“Anyway, as they were sealing Carman away, they learned of the curse she had placed upon the lands. The curse was something that couldn’t be undone unless Carman herself lifted it. Being powerless as she was, it wasn’t happening, and the chosen weren’t restoring Carman’s powers,” Aaliyah went on.

“So, what happened then?” Xaera questioned.

“One of the Dark Witch’s acolytes recanted her ways and confessed to being part of the ritual that enacted the curse. There was a way around it that would see the lands safe from any famine or blight and the Darkness would be kept at bay,” the woman continued.

“And this was done… how?” Jason queried.

“By holding the Oenach Carman, a fair in her honor, during the harvest festival Lughnasadh, at least once every three years. By paying homage to Carman like this, it placated the power that would curse the land, ensuring that it would stay dormant. Doing so worked as they had hoped, so the celebration has continued. Since then, the people of Ireland have celebrated this peculiar holiday, never knowing the truth behind this celebration,” Aaliyah told them.

“Damn! Must have been some seriously potent magic for it to persist since she was entombed,” Jason replied with a shake of his head.

“Yup! Like I said, she was a chosen of Gaia, so her power was considerable! Had the heroes known of this curse beforehand, they would not have taken her powers away so readily. They tried for many years to undo the curse, but Carman ensured it was tied to the land intimately. To remove the curse would have resulted in the destruction of the island,” Aaliyah stated.

“Fuck… me! She really didn’t want anyone else holding that island! Any idea why she would place such a powerful curse on the land? I mean, what was the value of holding a place like Ireland back then?” Jason wondered.

“No one really knows. Even her acolytes didn’t know what her reasons were. Only Carman and her sons knew the truth and that is something they took with them to their end,” Aaliyah finished.

“Which is where I wish these chosen had done their due diligence, instead of rushing into the fray,” Darnell griped.

“Back then, people were more obsessed with being remembered in songs and tales, than doing the correct or smart thing,” Sheena told the Warrior.

“My mother said as much when I asked questions about the things they didn’t do and should have done,” Phalmina agreed.

“Now it’s up to us to clean up the mess they left behind. So to speak,” Jason replied.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself! Since we know who it is we’re up against, we’re going to need help. A lot of help,” Aaliyah stated seriously.

“Well, you have us, which is a good start. But I have a feeling that when facing a foe such as Carman, there is no such thing as having too much help,” Sheena guessed.

“Very astute! We will need all the help we can get as Carman is not only immensely powerful, she is also supremely skilled as a witch. Her use and command of magic is unparalleled, even by today’s standards!” Aaliyah told the group.

“We all have a fair amount of power and skill combined, but if we hope to take the Dark Witch on, we will have to increase our powers drastically,” Phalmina sighed, thinking this was going to be a long road ahead.

“It seems to me there is only one real remedy when dealing with adversaries of this power level,” Jason suggested, catching everyone’s attention.

“Which is?”

“Training. Lots and lots of training! To me, that’s the most logical route to go when it comes to finding a way to defeat anyone you would call your enemy,” Jason replied.

“How do you propose we do this training?” Darnell asked, crossing his arms. “Last I checked, the main thing we need, which is knowledge, is something we are a bit short on.”

“Babe, did you forget about the library already?” the Witch asked her Warrior. Darnell made a ‘D’oh!’ sound, before facepalming himself.

“Indeed! There are still a shit ton of books that we have yet to go through! The repository we raided was quite expansive, as there are books we haven’t catalogued yet! On top of that, we’ve had to remodel the house from the original frame just to build a library that was big enough to store everything!” Jason told the couple.

“So, that right there is our guidebook to getting more powerful!” Sheena told the man.

“And we all have each other as training partners! That is, if you two are up for training with us?” Phalmina asked.

“We would be honored,” Darnell replied seriously, as he bowed his head.

“Oh! I almost forgot! I have a little something beşiktaş escort I’ve been wanting to show you guys for a while yet! Come on!” Xaera called out, gesturing for everyone there to follow.

Curious about what Xaera was excited about, the group followed the troll woman out of the grove and into the forest. She led them along a winding path that almost looked like it was a deer trail. There were a few twists and turns as the ground beneath them got progressively rocky.

“Where are we going?” Jason wondered.

“You’ll see! Come on! It’s not that much further!” Xaera giggled.

Shrugging, Jason following along behind Xaera, with everyone else right on his heels. They walked for another five or so minutes before coming out into a large clearing. The clearing was devoid of plant life for the most part, aside from a few trees, but they weren’t in the best shape. The group wondered what Xaera had led them to until they saw several groups of rocks move.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” Xaera asked.

“What… how… huh??” Sheena gasped as she looked at the large piles of sentient rocks ambling about the clearing. They were all golems, like the one that Xaera had crafted in her cave under the park, but these were different. The golems were of various shapes and sizes and varied in rock types and composition. It was a safe bet Xaera had been doing some experimentation with what she had learned.

“You… made golems? How??” Aaliyah asked, thunderstruck that such constructs had been crafted.

“I’ve been studying a lot about golem creation. What I learned, I used to craft these guys,” Xaera smiled as she gestured at the golems that were walking around, minding their own business. A tiny golem, maybe all of two feet tall, shambled over, excited to see his creator.

“So you made these guys as… guardians?” Phalmina guessed.

“Partially. They can also be used as live fire practice targets for our spells,” the troll woman replied.

“Are you… sure they wouldn’t mind that sort of thing?” Sheena wondered.

“They’re just constructs! It’s not like they feel anything!” Aaliyah scoffed. The little golem swiveled its head at the Witch, made a clacking sound, tromped over and kicked the woman in the shin.

“Ouch!! Hey!!” the woman bellowed as she hopped on one foot, her face scrunched up in pain.

“You little piece of…” Darnell got out before the golem hit him too, making the man yelp in pain.

“I was going to warn you that these golems are… sentient,” Xaera told the couple.

“Sentient?? Like… aware of what they are? That they are… alive?!?” Aaliyah gasped, incredulous that such a thing was possible.

“To an extent. Their sentience is more like that of a pet that you would keep. Like a dog, cat, rabbit, you get the idea,” Xaera told them. “Some of them can be… a little touchy.”

“A little? That little bugger kicked me hard enough to hurt me!” Aaliyah complained as she massaged her foot.

“Well, serves you right for saying what you did,” Xaera huffed and the little golem looked up at its creator and Jason swore it was smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can go around kicking fleshies like that. You are made of stone. They are not.”

The golem deflated a little at Xaera’s admonition and then nodded, before heading back to where the other golems were. It joined in on the basic play they were enjoying as the Gaians watched them. While Aaliyah and Darnell were still a bit miffed by the kicks from the golem, they did kind of have it coming. Especially since they didn’t know the little guy was sentient.

“Thanks for that. Calling the little goober out on kicking us so hard,” Darnell told the troll woman.

“You’re welcome. Some of these little guys are new, and I haven’t had much time to train them,” Xaera replied.

“Wait, they can be trained?” Phalmina queried, gasping at the very idea of it.

“She did say they had the sentiency of pets, Mina. What do you often do with pets that you have?” Jason chuckled.

“You train them to do the things they are supposed to do,” Phalmina huffed, having had a blonde moment just then.

“Can anyone command these guys?” Jason wondered, curious about who these golems would obey.

“Anyone that works with them and trains them, yes. Some more than others. Like I said, they’re like pets and pets will like certain people more than others,” Xaera reminded them.

“Fair point. But… it looks like you’ve progressed with their creation! These newer ones look neater and better put together!” Sheena observed.

“Practice from using the spells and materials from the Artificier’s Tome. There’s a lot in that book that I have yet to go through and study up on. I’ve only been working on the things I know I can manage with my skill level,” the troll woman replied.

“Wait, wait, wait! You have a copy of the Artificier’s works?? Like an actual book on it?!?” Aaliyah gasped, the words registering in mecidiyeköy escort her mind after a few seconds.

“Yeah! Since we learned of it, I have been studying whatever I could from the book itself. There’s not only a lot to learn in it, but I also have to be careful with it. It’s not in the best shape and we’ve been trying to make a copy of it, but Karla has been… indisposed, lately,” Xaera giggled.

“You are trying to make a copy of the tome? Why not let me have a crack at it? I restore lost manuscripts and artifacts as my day job!” Aaliyah stated.

“Are you being serious right now? You’re not yanking our chain or anything?” Jason questioned.

“She’s as serious as a heart attack about that sort of thing. My dear wife could go on for hours about restoring or replicating things that have seen a lot of wear and tear,” Darnell smirked, which earned him a look from his Witch.

“I keep telling you it’s important work! It may not pay like being a doctor or a lawyer does, but it’s every bit as important!” Aaliyah told him.

“I know, babe! But, before we go any further, I have to ask something. Who is this Artificier dude you lot keep talking about? You talk about him like he’s some kind of legend,” the man went on.

“Maybe you knew of him by another name? Is there a name of a great spellcaster that was adept at crafting items of power?” Sheena suggested.

“There is a story I remember from my training about a legendary man they called the Spellsmith. How he could craft magic into items of wonder. How such things made the lives of people easier and gave great power to legends of the past,” Darnell stated.

“There was a symbol that was associated with his work. Did it look like this?” Xaera asked as she doodled a rudimentary rendering of it in the dirt.

“Yes!! That’s the symbol of the Spellsmith!” Darnell responded excitedly.

“Well, it seems like your Spellsmith and our Artificier are one and the same man!” Phalmina stated.

“Could I know some more about what he did? My memory of the history classes from my training is a little fuzzy,” Darnell admitted.

“The Artificier was a sorcerer from before humanity had even become civilized. Many people theorize he was the very first sorcerer who crafted the various spells and learned to harness the energies of the universe,” Sheena started, reciting what she knew of the man.

“As he grew in power and ability, he found he had a unique knack for crafting items that could mimic the abilities of a sorcerer. Not just for those who used his kind of magic, but for any discipline of magic! It was also rumored he made items that even normies could use!” Sheena continued, as she had everyone’s attention.

“Because of his innate talent for making such things and the level of craftsmanship he put into them, is what gave him the moniker of the Artificier. It was one of the few titles bestowed upon him that he accepted. In fact, word is that it was his favorite one to be known by,” Sheena giggled.

“He also knew his craft pretty well. His quality level could not be duplicated, not even by his best apprentices! Because of this, the items he made we so in demand that people were prepared to pay whatever price he wished. In short, this made the man immensely wealthy,” Phalmina stated, adding her two bits to the story.

“Just how wealthy was he?” Jason asked, curious about the details of the Artificier’s life.

“Enough to where he would have made the famed kings and queens of the ancient world look like paupers,” the fairy woman told him.

“Wealthier than the queen of Sheba? The Pharaohs of Egypt? The Sultans of the Persian Empire?” Darnell wondered.

“Combined, they would have been more like peasants to the man, as opposed to equals in terms of pure wealth,” Sheena told him.

“And you said the guy made things that even normies could use?” Darnell questioned, his excitement evident with what he was learning.

“Babe, he was supposedly the man who was behind many of the great and legendary weapons throughout history,” Aaliyah told her husband.

“Like what?”

“Durandal, Caladbolg, The Taming Sari, even Excalibur were weapons that the Artificier either made, or had a direct hand in crafting,” Aaliyah told the man.

“Holy… those weapons… they were real?!?” Jason asked, his eyes wide as saucers.

“Yeah, they were. All of them are now lost to time, as the final resting place of these weapons is a mystery. Such weapons and items haven’t been seen since those early days,” Phalmina told her fiancé.

“What happened?” Xaera wondered, curious about the decline of magical items.

“The Darkness happened. After their rise, they had heard of the Artificier and his works, and wished to have some of their own. They tried speaking with the man, to see if anything they could offer him would ply him to craft what they wished. He refused them, having seen the destructive works of the Dark, and he wanted no part in their plans or plots,” Sheena went on.

“I’m guessing that these folk didn’t take no for an answer?” Darnell guessed.

“They did not. Thankfully, the Artificier, as gifted as he was, saw this sort of scenario happening eventually and had prepared accordingly. Let’s just say that the servants of the Dark were… very unlucky that day!” Phalmina stated with a laugh.

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Diva Kang took a deep breath and put a big smile on her face as the stage she stood on was lifted into the crowded theatre above. As the stage rose from the theatre’s floor she could see that the seats were filled with people. The eyes of hundreds of potential customers were on her and the statuesque metal figure standing next her.

“Good evening everyone! I hope you’re enjoying Chasti-Permalock’s New Products Exhibition.” She paused and waited for the applauds of the excited crowd to die down. “My name is Diva Kang. Some of you may recognize me as one of Chasti-Permalock’s models from their online catalogue. Tonight, I have the honor of introducing you to Chasti-Permalock’s newest and most devious products.”

“Chasti-Permalock is well known in the…alternative…lifestyle scene,” she waited as some in the crowded chuckled at her description. “There are many companies that can make a chastity belt, chastity vest, and slave collar ensemble like the one I’m wearing now. However, unlike the Chasti-Permalock outfit I’m wearing, our company can make a set that becomes a seamless and permanent part of a submissive’s body while ensuring that her hygene needs can still be taken care of. For over a decade, our cutting edge technology has allowed us to produce the most advanced ‘security’ products on the market. Tonight, we will bring you the next step in our products’ evolution.”

“You may be wondering why there’s a large silver robot standing next to me. What if I told you that isn’t a robot?” Diva continued with the sly tone of an experienced saleswoman, “What if I told you, it’s a living, breathing young woman?” The crowd gasped.

“After years of research and development, Chasti-Permalock is ready to debut the Metalmaid suit. This elegant suit is made from our patented titanium alloy. The pieces are built around the wearer and fused into a seamless unit by our specialized nanobots. The titanium alloy ranges in thickness from two millimeters in the joints to five millimeters in the rigid places. We assure you that the lady inside will not be able to feel anything zeytinburnu escort through the shell of her suit.”

“The Metalmaid suit’s stern corset, arched back, and tall collar will ensure that the submissive inside will maintain the perfect posture and an elegant hourglass figure for the rest of her life,” Diva explained, gesturing to the Metalmaid’s slim torso and neck. “The nanobots in the suit assist the Metalmaid’s life support system and cares for the wearer’s daily nutritional, hygienic, and waste disposal needs when she is attached to our patented Metalmaid Charging Station.”

“The Metalmaid suit encases the wearer’s head in a seamless chrome helmet that covers her face. There are no holes in the helmet nor is there a hidden visor. Inside of the helmet there are two LCD screens in front of the wearer’s eyes that are connected to the two cameras on her collarbones. She also has earbuds in her ears that allow her to hear the sounds outside of her helmet. These devices allow a Metalmaid’s master to control how much of the outside world she is allowed to see and hear. The master can even program the Metalmaid suit to automatically make things like words or television screens blurry on the wearer’s LCD screens.”

“Since there are no holes in the helmet, each Metalmaid suit is designed with breathing vents on the neck. These vents are carefully installed by one of Chasti-Permalock’s experienced surgeons and insures that the young lady inside is able to take in Oxygen. The Metalmaid’s owner can open and close the vents if he and his submissive are into breathplay and can even program the suit to toggle the vents automatically. A Metalmaid’s owner can also decide if he wants the vents installed above or below the vocal cords. Installing the vents above the vocal cords will allow the Metalmaid to moan and squeal but installing the vents below the vocal cords will render her silent.”

“Each Metalmaid suit comes equipped with rods that fill up the wearer’s…” Diva smiled suggestively and continued, kağıthane escort “Most sensitive areas. The rods are designed to always keep the wearer on the edge. Throughout this entire presentation, the young woman in the Metalmaid suit next to me has been struggling to stand still through the pleasure and frustration of being teased and denied.” Diva grabbed the remote under the black armband on her left arm, “Let’s see what the Metalmaid suit can do on full power.” Diva ran her finger across the remote’s touchscreen. The Metalmaid on stage began to tremble and struggled to remain standing. Her metal knees came together with a “clank” and her hands covered her groin. As Diva watched the remote screen, the Metalmaid continued to shutter until her body suddenly jolted up! “According to the suit’s readouts, our Metalmaid has just released all of her pent up frustration.” The crowd oohed and awed. “However, every good master knows that sometimes he has to discipline his submissive. The Metalmaid suit is designed to help with that too. Let me demonstrate the ‘punishment’ feature.” Upon hearing that, the Metalmaid shook her entire torso left and right and began waving her hands at Diva. Diva pressed her finger against the remote’s touchscreen and the Metalmaid’s body shot up straight as her arms flew out to her sides, fingers splayed open, knees buckled, and legs rattled violently. “The owner of a Metalmaid can decide whether he wants the young woman inside to be rewarded with endless pleasure or punished with excruciating pain.”

Diva gave the Metalmaid a moment to recover before she continued. “A Metalmaid suit is programed to force its wearer to follow all commands from her master or it will automatically punish her.” Diva turned to face the Metalmaid. “Metalmaid, put your arms behind your back and don’t move them until this presentation is over.” The Metalmaid rushed to put her arms behind her back and locked her hands together. “Once a young woman has begun the transition process, we stop calling her by her old name fulya escort and refer to her as Metalmaid. Letting go of her old identity and accepting that she is to become a faceless drone helps her to cope with the fact that once the face shield is applied, no one, including herself, will ever see her face again.” The crowd fell eerily silent.

Hoping to reinvigorate the crowd, Diva continued, “At Chasti-Permalock, the design is only limited by…”

“Your imagination!” the crowd shouted in unison.

Diva smiled. “Chasti-Permalock offers a wide-range of customizable options on a Metalmaid suit. As I said earlier, you can choose whether or not your Metalmaid can make a sound. You can increase the height of her heels and keep her on her toes. You can order a Metalmaid suit with openings that allow you to access strategic points of your submissive and cover them up with metallic rubber caps that blend into the suit when you’re not using her.”

“I know our returning customers have already melded Chasti-Permalock products to their submissives. Worry not, our engineers can work with you to incorporate our older products into your Metalmaid’s design!”

“Every Metalmaid suit comes equipped with a virtual typewriter and word processor that only the wearer can see through the LCD screens in front of her eyes. This allows each Metalmaid to keep a journal that is transmitted to Chasti-Permalock’s Research and Development Team and accessible to her master. Some journal quotes from the Metalmaids in our prelaunch program are…”

“I’ve never been so lost in the unending darkness and silence of sub-space.”

“Life in this suit is an everlasting misery and an unending bliss.”

“Every punishment shock feels like a fire inside of me!”

“I’ve never experienced such a strong flood of pleasure.”

Diva looked up at the crowd. “Once a Metalmaid suit has been fitted and applied to a submissive it can never be removed. This product is not for beginners nor is it for hobbyists. Wearing a Metalmaid suit is the ultimate leap into a life of service and submission. A Metalmaid will spend everyday of her life living out the most extreme bondage and sensory deprivation experience imaginable. Thank you for coming to this evening’s exhibition.” With that Diva Kim took a bow before a room filled the with thunderous applauds of hundreds of dominants and the apprehensive claps of their worried looking submissives.

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Leam clutched his chest over his heart. It was a like a pounding that wouldn’t stop. It was not unfamiliar to him, as the feeling rose whenever he was around Dinae. He used to be able to force it down. He forced himself to force it down and hide his feelings due to anxiety but the moment Hannah placed the curse on him the feeling was unable to be ignored or refused.

“I didn’t know it would be like this…”

“What’s it like?” Hannah asked.

“Keep in mind, this is partially for my sake, as well. If I can understand you as a secondary subject then I’ll be able to better troubleshoot Paul’s situation. So don’t leave anything out.”

“Got it.” He did promise.

“I feel like I want to go to Dinae right now.”

“That makes sense.” Hannah stared at him inquisitively.

“Do you want to-” She blushed, hesitating to say it.

“To-“

Leam stopped her. “No! I think… I don’t want to do things to her.” He rethought that.

“I mean, I do.” He admitted awkwardly.

“But that’s not the part that feels irresistible to me. I want to go to Dinae and let my feelings out. I’m still nervous and scared but this is stronger than those now. I can’t stop it.”

Hannah noted his experience down internally. `He isn’t compelled to have sex with her. He wants to, but he feels like it has more to do with revealing and fulfilling his feelings. That was my intent, and the intent written under the curse. So why does only Paul have such an unrestrained lust? Is it really just pent up frustration?` She looked at Leam.

“Sorry, I’m just thinking. You can go do your thing now.”

“Thanks!” Leam ran off in a hurry.

Hannah returned to her home where Paul immediately jumped her. “P-Paul! I can’t get any work done like this…” He hugged her and buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Have you thought about kids?” He asked suddenly.

“No?”

“Oh…” He looked disappointed.

“But go ahead and tell me anything you’re thinking.” She asked as he pulled her by her wrist into the room.

“I want to have many. With you.” He stated. Somehow his eyes seemed more vibrant the more she tried to fee him. It was jarring. With the small release she offered initially he gained so much charisma just from that.

Her face became bright. She covered her mouth. `This guy is dangerous. He mentioned kids and my body starts aching right away. I’m already imagining myself having a family even though I decided I’d rather focus on my studies at this point.` She gulped.

“M-maybe down the line?”

He took her hand and guided her onto the bed. He stared into her eyes. “Will you promise to have children with me?” They were so bright and pleading that she could not resist.

“I…” She sighed.

“I promise.”

He smiled happily. “Thank you!” He lowered her onto her back. She knew what was set in motion already. It was not exactly unwelcome, but it was as she said. Hannah could barely get any work done with how horny Paul was. He looked at her hesitantly.

“I- I know you said down the line but there’s a long time between when we start trying and when the child is born… What if we get started now?”

“Paul, I said-” Her words stopped. As she was a mage she could roughly sense the flow of Aura as it moved within her body. As she started speaking and stopped, she felt a chain around refusal. Like it was restricted.

“I-” There was no way she could word what she wanted to say that did not feel like it was not allowed, and that rule felt enforced by Aura moving around inside of her naturally, as if her own self had been altered, not an outside force affecting her. As she hesitated for longer she felt the only possible response being pulled out of her, and she did not feel like she could hate it. In her mind she traced the events that would occur if she had Paul’s child.

`I’ll be tied to him. Not that that is bad. His problems and my problems become one, kind of. But… Then I can’t finish my studies as easily. I just wouldn’t aksaray escort be able to without more help than I can get right now. This- this isn’t part of the promise!`

She was scared at first but slowly her mind relaxed.

“Down the line.”

He pouted. “Hannah… I’ll support you. I don’t really understand it, but I feel strong… I feel like I’ll be able to do anything once my problems are taken care of.”

She bit her lip. `I somehow believe him. Even though I don’t have to, I would be giving up my future so soon and letting him look after me… I know a bit of magic but I’m not anything special if my education stops here. It’s a bad idea, but-` In her mind, the image of manly little emerald-eyed children with a mix of her and Paul’s hair colors was overwhelming. Her body flooded with hormones and lust.

`I-It’s a bad idea… I don’t have to.` He was looking at her with sad eyes.

`I…` She gave in.

“Okay, Paul.”

“Oh thank God!” He breathed, panting and sweating a little just from restraint before he finally lifted her legs and entered her by driving down inside of her. Hannah’s eyes rolled back.

`I-I’m actually being bred right now… I don’t dislike it. I feel my body wishing to be one with him. My insides twist and beg to carry his product. It’s like some force is driving me to want to be his, and to create something that is both of ours.`

They continued like that for hours. Hannah was not able to get any work done.

–

Hannah felt an insistent hand on her shoulder as she was returning from patrol. She was only with one person, so it could only be…

“Dalton?” She turned and felt herself being pressed against the nearest building. It was aggressive, but not harmful. He was bold, but not forceful. Her eyes widened as he regarded her cornered self.

“I don’t wanna wait. I’m not like that guy, so I’m not gonna hang around you and pretend I don’t like you.”

“Oh.” She nodded. She tried to think for a moment, and could not come up with any reason against it. She tilted her hat that had been fitted around her ears up to allow better room around her face.

“I guess you win.” She did not particularly mind. She was waiting for Leam, but another man announced himself first. Leam was preferable, but Dalton was her type physically, and he was there. She raised her arms and draped them over Dalton’s shoulders. He bent down to close the distance created by their height difference and kissed her. She slid her tongue in and his pushed in around it. He closed his eyes, content to stay like that. Dinae could not help but think.

`If Leam saw this and learned I was doing this with Dalton already I think he’d be upset but he’d give up right away.` She shrugged her shoulders and pressed herself into him, her perky breasts squishing against his broad chest.

`There’s no helping it.`

Leam rounded the corner and saw the sight. Dinae’s eyes flitted to the side. She did not stop. They were neither ridiculing, nor shamed, nor pleased. They seemed to be questioning him and appraising his reaction. She thought as Dalton started to place his hands on her with abandon. One hand on her hip, another on her side near her breast.

`I think he might cry. I don’t really want that. It would be sad. I guess he’ll probably run away now since he realizes I’ve been stolen from under his nose.` She watched casually, as if she were an observer and not a participant, and it was a scene between Dalton and Leam, not the three of them. For Dinae’s forward personality, she had no patience for mind games or personal politics. She wanted people to speak their mind and do whatever was on their mind, since it was how she behaved. She did not understand that some had barriers that could stop them because she barely had any.

`Huh?` She saw Leam clenching his fist and walking forward.

`This isn’t like him. It seems like he’s acting without thinking. It’s like he’s being beyoğlu escort driven.` She wondered what he was going to do.

“Hey!” Leam shouted, shoving Dalton in the shoulder. The man barely moved, but he leaned back from Dinae and glared at Leam for interrupting.

Dinae know it was not going to turn out well, because Dalton was someone that was fit to be a soldier, but had the temperament of a recruit, and Leam was simply acting tough. He turned on a dime and punched Leam in the cheek, causing him to fall flat on his ass.

“Hey yourself! Don’t touch me. Can’t you read the situation? Get out of here, or sit and watch. I don’t care either way.” He slid the hand that was on Dinae’s hip around to her rear, digging his palm in under the cheek and lifting her a little. He pressed her further against the wall, his bulge making contact between her legs. He was frustrated and on edge, but to make a point Dalton went back to kissing her.

Dinae stared down at Leam. He was shaking. `I feel bad for him. He worked up the courage to do that, but Dalton is too strong. Now that he knows he can’t do anything he’s probably going to run away. I’ll have to think about what to do when he tries to talk to me alone later.` She sighed, closing her eyes. She earnestly returned the kiss, expecting Leam to leave, anyway.

“Hey…” Leam uttered. She opened her eyes in surprise. Leam glared at Dalton.

“I’m not done!”

“Yeah. You’re done. I’m basically two thin bits of fabric away from fucking her right now, and she’s reciprocating. You need to just give up. You were too slow.”

Leam ignored Dalton. “Dinae, I’m sorry I was so slow. It’s my fault so I’ll take responsibility. Right now I want you to move away from this guy and come over to me because I’m going to tell you everything I’ve wanted to tell you and do everything I’ve wanted to do to you so far.”

“Hmm…” She took a moment to think as Dalton was still all over her.

“No isn’t an answer I want to hear, so just get over here. You can fuck that guy at any point but since we’ve known each other a long time this will be the only chance to finally talk like I’ve been wanting.” Leam explained.

Her ears perked. “Oh. That’s a good point.”

Dalton stuttered. “W-what? But-“

She pushed him away. He stepped back and let her go. “If nothing comes of this I’ll come back, Dalton, though if it seems like it’s going to work out I’ll probably just have to have us go back to being partners.” Dinae said frankly.

Dalton grabbed his head. “The fuck? What are you saying!? Do you think I can just go back to-“

Leam grabbed her hand and began leading her away. Dinae smiled widely. “This isn’t like you.”

“I know.” He admitted.

“You were just going to fuck him and be his if I didn’t do anything?” He asked, trying not to make it sound like he was blaming her.

“Probably.” She responded as frankly as he expected. It made him smile.

“That. That is the reason I like you. You do everything you want to do and you mean everything you say. You’re the opposite of me and…” He panted a little from the physical exertion of confronting Dalton and dragging her away up the hill towards his home.

“And I need you to fill in all the blanks of my life that I can’t do, and I want to fill in all the blanks for you.” He explained.

“What are those?” She asked curiously, her tail wagging behind her.

“I know you have no desire to look after the things you don’t want to look after. The home, relationships and other social matters that bother you. You’re so outgoing!” He laughs.

“When you want to be, but you can’t humor anyone that you don’t care about. That’s how I know you like me, because there would be no reason for you to ever talk to me if you didn’t. I want to handle the things you can’t handle, and vice-versa.”

“What are you gonna handle?” She teased.

“I can handle everything.”

“What?” She seemed surprised.

“The cihangir escort only thing I couldn’t handle until now was you.” He claimed forwardly.

Her lip quivered before she broke into a cackle. “That’s so good! So, we’re invincible?”

“Yep.” He smirked.

“You didn’t even seem to care that I was about to do things with Dalton.”

“Before, I would’ve gotten so anxious that I couldn’t even speak. I’d probably have just collapsed or run when I saw it. But none of that was able to stop my urge to express myself to you and have you this time. It didn’t even present a barrier to me.”

“That’s… Hot.” Dinae kissed him with the lips she had just kissed Dalton with. They were already in front of Leam’s home, but they were not going in.

“You have the ability to handle it now? You can handle anything?”

“I think so? Nothing feels like it’ll stop my feelings for you at this point, nor my ability to express them.”

“So could watch while I fuck Dalton?”

“H-huh?”

“Well… It’s just a feeling I got but you don’t actually give off sexual energy. Just the emotional kind.”

“Is… That right?”

“Yeah. So, is it accurate to say that you’re unfazed when I do stuff to Dalton and he does stuff to me?”

Leam scratches his ginger head. “I don’t like it, but I don’t care… I still love you and want you. The idea of you loving and wanting someone else is-” He looked down as she grabbed his hand.

“Not loving and wanting, because I don’t really. I want Dalton after what he did, but I do Love you. I think the strong you is very cute. What if you took me back to fuck Dalton and watched, and then took me away after?”

Leam’s face flushed. “I don’t want to. But I can handle it.” He groaned.

“Even this weird, open side of you is so… You. I kind of get it. You’re saying that you have physical desire for Dalton due to what he started with you, but you love me and want to be with me. A normal person would ignore the physical feelings but you’re saying you trust me to let you do what you want?”

“You actually know me so well. That’s exactly what it is. This is why I think I wanna return your feelings, because you’re probably the only person in the world that gets that I just want to do what I want to do.”

Liam nodded. “In a sense, it’s a comfort because that means I’m the only person that can really be with you, huh?”

She winked. “See? Now you get it.”

Leam felt a little bad Initially he felt bad that she wanted to have sex with Dalton still. Now he felt bad that Dalton would get a warped feeling of her from what she wanted to do.

`He would never be able to accommodate this side of her. Since he sees her on patrol, he thinks she’s a normal Beastfolk girl. But I’ve lived around her my whole life.` He turned around and pulled her back.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Y-you mean it?” Dinae covered her mouth and gasped.

“I’d be fine if you said no.”

Leam exhaled through his nose. “But you want to. You should get to do whatever you want and I’ll get you, unconditionally. That’ll be how we work.”

Dinae hugged him from behind. “What happened to you? You’re like a Hero, now?”

–

Dalton was sulking under a tree outside of town. They found him together. “What do you want? I thought you made your choice?” He said to Dinae. He waved at Leam.

“And to you? Congrats, I guess. What do you want?”

Leam urged her forward. “I want you to fuck my girlfriend.”

“W-what?” Dalton blinked. Dinae giggled to herself, stepping forward.

“This doesn’t make any sense? What if she develops feelings for me? Or… has she?” He stared at her. She looked the same as always.

Leam sat down a few yards away as Dinae mounted his lap. “Wouldn’t that be something. What if Dinae caught feelings for you while I watched you having sex with her? Wouldn’t that be something…” Leam smiled.

`I know there’s a chance of that happening. It’s non-zero. But I want Dinae to have everything she wants. I’ll figure out how to bear any consequences that arise from that. Now that I think about it, it’s an exciting gamble.` Leam lifted his chin confidently.

“Ah… Dalton.”

“Y-yeah?” He grunted, pulling his pants down. Dinae was grinding over him.

“Do your best to make her love you I want to see if you can do it.”

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The maternity hospital was as big as the hospital that sat next to it in the middle of the city. A massive eight-story structure taking up multiple city blocks, all built and serviced to deal with the huge number of pregnant women, was now commonplace in society. My mother and sisters came here for checkups, scans and births. The best thing about the building, I always found, was that most of the women here were typically heavily pregnant.

I walked through the large sliding doors into the hospital atrium. I’d taken a taxi from Olivia’s house to get here quicker. Olivia was currently still being fucked in all her holes by her brothers while her father Frank was using both Anika and Nina when I’d left. I felt a twinge of regret that I’d had to leave so quickly. But at least I was coming here to use my sister while she gave birth.

In my right hand was a gift from Olivia and her brothers: Their SPERMAX concoction. They’d given me my own bottle. Olivia whispered that it was a good sign and that they liked me. Her father had even said I had to come over for dinner soon so he could meet me properly. I was feeling more optimistic, and knowing what Olivia went through while at home, I was starting to understand her better.

The main foyer of the maternity ward was busy with people coming and going. I felt my excitement rising as I saw all the pregnant women around me. Many were fully dressed, but there were a few that were in hospital gowns; a few women were being pushed in wheelchairs by hospital staff, partners next to them, as they looked to be in labour. I took a big swill of my bottle and headed for the counter at the front. Luckily, there was only one woman waiting in front of me; the busy bustling of the foyer was mostly just from people moving within the hospital.

Three administration staff at the counter were talking to pregnant women. They helped direct them or took queries. The woman before me was an islander lady with mocha skin and thick dark hair curled around her head. She was a big woman, thick, and was massively pregnant. She was wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts, and that was it with some slip-on shoes.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” I taped her on the shoulder. She turned around, raising an eyebrow. Both her hands were rubbing her beach ball-sized stomach. Red stretch marks stood out on her dark skin. Her belly button had popped, too. “May I use you while we wait?”

“Sure, darling. Thank you for using me.” She nodded. “But just so you know, my water broke an hour ago.”

“Oh! Congratulations.” I gave her a big grin.

“Thank you. I don’t know how much longer I got left till this baby comes; I could drop any second.” She shrugged. “I birth ’em quickly these days. I’d appreciate no vaginal for the moment.”

“That’s quite all right.” I pulled my cock out of my pants. I was already rock-hard. “My sister is in labour, and I’m on my way to use her now during her delivery.”

“Lucky! My husband is on deployment.” She shook her head. “And our son isn’t of age yet; he’s only fifteen. No free use labour for me today.”

“That’s a shame. A woman should be able to be fucked during her labour.” I found what she said quite upsetting. “Well, if that’s the case while we wait, drop your pants.”

“Yes, sir. And thank you for using me.” The woman turned back around, grabbed her belt loops, and pulled her pants down, allowing me to marvel at her huge, chunky ass of hers. Each ass cheek was so big I wouldn’t have been able to grab it all in both hands.

“Have you been fucked in the ass today?” I stepped forward, my cock stupendously hard and eager. I grabbed both her cheeks as best as I could and pushed them aside, giving me a look and access to that dark, hairy back ring of hers. It glistened and gaped open for me.

“Many times. At least half a dozen.” She told me.

“Good. I won’t have to lube up then.” The SPERMAX pumped through my veins, making my cock harder again. I tucked the bottle under my arm as I kept both ass cheeks spread open and stepped forward, aiming my cock at her asshole.

“Next, please!”

The pregnant woman looked at me. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “My sister is having sextuplets. Those babies aren’t arriving any time soon.”

“Thank God!” She moaned. She approached the counter, where a young blonde woman was smiling and sitting at a computer. My tanned pregnant woman grabbed her own ass cheeks now as she stood there, spreading herself wider so I had free reign to enter her. She had a dark-coloured asshole that was gloriously juicy, and I saw a fair amount of spunk within her gaped ring. I went straight in, smiling as I felt the warm, loving embrace of a pregnant woman’s bottom once again wrapping around my hard cock.

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“How can I help you today?” The blonde admin girl asked. She was wearing a pair of light purple scrubs, which did not fit her nine-month pregnant belly at all. It had ridden up all over her bump. Her scrubs had also taken a few shots as what could only be cum was staining the top of her uniform just over her breasts.

“I… ungh… my water’s just broke…” The woman who I was fucking in the ass said through moans. “I think you’ll have to be quick. Most births happen in a couple of hours, and it took me an hour to get here.”

“No worries, sweetie, we’ll get you to a birthing suite immediately.” She pressed a button on her desk. “How many babies today?”

“Triplets.” She cradled her stomach. “Just… excuse me a moment, I have to cum…”

“Take your time. The orderlies will be here shortly. And will you keep the babies, or will they go to the nursery.”

“Oh fuck… OH FUCK! Fuck my ass harder!” The woman grabbed the counter as I brought her to a crushing orgasm. I kept fingering her clit as I bucked hard into her ass. I slammed my cock into her backside. I could feel the tight warmth of her ass convulsing around my shaft as I watched this beautiful pregnant woman shake and cum in front of me.

The admin girl slid her own hand down the front of her pants and began toying with herself as she watched me fuck the birthing pregnant woman in the ass before her. I gave her a wink, and the blonde just smiled as her hand began rubbing her own clit within her pants.

After a minute, the pregnant woman got her wind back. I was still fucking her hard. I wanted to cum and finish up inside her. She continued to moan and grunt, but her composure returned slightly as she looked up at the blonde. “Nursery… I’ve kept five…”

“Very well. Attendants will be with you as soon as you give birth to take the babies. The government and the world thank you once again for your services and duties in raising the population levels of humanity.”

“Anything… for humanity…” The woman sighed and then bit down as another orgasm hit her.

Not long after, an orderly arrived with a wheelchair. A middle-aged man in a grey pair of scrubs dressed neatly. He was non-pulsed as he pulled up beside me and the woman. “Ready to go, or would you like to finish here?” He asked me.

“Finish here.” I decided to pull out of the woman, leaving that asshole raw and open. “Sit in the chair,” I commanded her. She did as she was told, a good free-use woman. She turned around and sat her huge, pregnant body into the chair, grunting in exhaustion and still trying to catch her breath. “Open your mouth,” I told her. I took my cock in my hand, lubed with other’s cum and juices, and began stroking myself. The woman smiled and opened her mouth as I pushed the tip of my cock right up to her tongue.

I blew my load quickly. Heavy ropes of cum shot out of me as I cum, grunting, my whole body tense as I shot a titanic volume all over her face. I didn’t aim for her open mouth. I stroked my cock and made sure that my cum splattered all over her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. The woman was surprised at first, but she smiled even as she kept her mouth open and closed her eyes, letting me cover her face in my seed.

When I was done, there was hardly a dry spot on her. And still, I remained rock hard thanks to my new girlfriend and her family recipe. I whacked the tip of my cock on the woman’s tongue, cum still leaking from my cock, and let her clean me quickly. I pushed my hard cock down her throat, gagging her slightly, but she got all of the ass juice off of my length.

“I’m done using her now,” I told the orderly after a quick minute. I tucked my still-hard erection painfully back into my pants. I immediately tented them. Oh well, I thought. Not really that out of place in the maternity ward. Even the woman I had just given a public facial to wasn’t unusual.

“Thank you for using me.” The woman said as she began taking her finger, wiping the cum off her face, and then sucking it all off her digit. “Come find me later if you want.”

I laughed. “Maybe I will. Good luck with your birth!”

She waved at me as she was wheeled away, still licking and drinking all my cum. “And what can I help you with today?” The blonde admin now asked me. Her eyes drifted down to the tent still in my pants. “I’m happy to be of free use to you if you wish.”

“Thanks, but I do really bağcılar escort need to find my sister,” I said. I wished I could spend all day at the maternity ward, fucking every woman I wanted, especially now that I was perpetually hard. But I was starting to feel bad for not rushing immediately to Jill. It was her first birth, and she wanted to be free-used. I told the admin girl about Jill’s details, and I quickly found a room number.

“She’s on the multiples floor. You know where that is?” She asked me.

“Yeah, been there before with my Mum a few years back,” I told her. “Thank you. And maybe I’ll see you on the way out?”

“Please do! I love to be free used.” She patted her swollen pregnant belly. “I’m going to give birth any second, too, so every second counts before I go back to not having this big stomach!”

“You know how to win a man’s heart.” I gave her another wink and headed off down the hall, trying to find an elevator to take me up. I wondered if I would run into the islander woman again while I was helping Jill with her birth. She was having multiples, too.

X X X X X

“I came here as fast as I could!” I opened the door to the room, moving briskly, letting the door swing shut behind me. The room itself was larger than the living room at our house, all white, filled on the walls with all the hospital paraphernalia and medical equipment that seemed appropriate to me, and I had no clue what it was ever used for.

Mom came over to greet me. She was wearing a short black mini-skirt and a white shirt that belly covered the top of her pregnant belly, the same outfit she had been wearing this morning. Which meant that I knew there was nothing underneath her shirt or her skirt.

She gave me a warm hug. “It’s all right. Still in the early stages.”

I let go of Mom. Standing upright, wearing a hospital gown, and pacing the room was Jill. Her obscenely large belly protruded so far out from the gown that the back of it was open and pulled all the way forward to her hips, leaving her backside completely exposed as she paced the room. Her hands were on her back, looking a little uncomfortable but otherwise fine.

Toni was sitting in the corner, just being my sister. Her pants were off, and she had her legs spread. She was watching something on her phone but looked up at me as I arrived. Her pussy was wet, and I could see cum just starting to dribble out of her hairless slit.

“About time you got here.” Toni raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s that?” She pointed to the bottle in my hand.

“No need for that attitude.” I shot back. I brought the bottle up to eye level. “It’s something Olivia gave me. Something that’s going to help me through Jill’s birth.”

“So, you were with your girlfriend while your younger sister needed you…”

“Toni,” Jill said. “Not now, please.” Toni gave Jill a look but shrugged, agreeing to be quiet. Jill gave me a smile as she waddled over to me. I gave her a hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, I would be here; you wanted me here. What’s family for?” I gave her a big squeeze. “How are you feeling?”

“Not bad. Considering.” She moved back to cradle her stomach. “The pain is very manageable. The doctor reckons I still have some time to go, but if I’m going to start free-using, it’ll be best to start as soon as possible to help build the endorphins. I was waiting for you to get here.”

“We thought it would be best to wait until you arrived.” Mom agreed. “Even though you’ve given us permission to use each other, in this case, you have the right to take full control.”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely. The girls in the room were fully obedient to my wishes. “There are some things I would like to get started with. I found great success with a few ways to use in Toni and Mom’s last deliveries. I think they’ll be especially helpful and useful for you, Jill, now that we can begin.”

Jill gave me a big smile. “Thank you for using my brother.” She gave just a little grunt as she patted her belly. “Just a small contraction. Nothing major. Not yet.”

“We have plenty of time. I’ve been around enough births now I should be calling myself a doctor.” I smiled. “All right, let’s get you out of that gown first. You too, Mom, you strip. Toni, take your shirt off.”

“Yes, brother.” Toni’s attitude perked up as she grinned. Mom and Jill smiled, too. All the women in my family, gloriously pregnant, got naked for me. Mom picked up everyone’s clothes, folded them, and put them together on an empty chair, even Jill’s gown.

“Now, Jill, it’s going to be best for you to stay upright for as long as you can. Gravity will help move the whole process forward. Medicine may have come a long way in a free-use society, but tried and tested methods are still the best. So move up to the bed there, and let’s have you grab the rail.” I instructed my younger sister. “Keep your ass out towards us.”

“Ok Jay.” She waddled güngören escort slowly over to the bed as I had instructed. She grabbed the metal rail along the side of the bed with both hands, her belly so big and fat that it pressed up against the railing, her belly button protruding through. She took her stance, spreading her legs slightly, so if I wanted, I had full access to her plump and engorged pussy, which was in the process of opening up.

I turned to Mom and Toni. “Most of my attention for the next few hours will be on Jill. She’ll need me if she’s going to have an orgasmic birth.” I told them. “You’ve both been through this before with me; I need you not to get jealous and do exactly as I say.”

“Yes sweetie, of course!” Mom nodded vigorously. “Whatever you say goes, we know that.”

“You got it.” Toni agreed. “As much as I want you to use me, Jill comes first.”

“All right then. You’re still going to help.” I said to them. “You might not be the focus, though.”

“Tell us what to do, sweetie.” Mom smiled.

“All we’re going to do is just make her orgasm for hours. It’ll increase the birth speed and improve everything for everyone, Jill and babies included.” I began undressing, joining the rest of my family in the nude. My cock remained rock hard even from cumming less than ten minutes ago. Toni and my mother eyed it hungrily. “I promise to take care of you when I can. And I’ll make it up to you over the next few days.”

“We know you will, sweetie.” My Mum gave me a wink.

Before we could get started, though, the door to the birthing room opened. In came three women. One was wearing a lab coat and green scrubs; the other woman was just wearing dark blue scrubs. Both were pregnant and the lab coat woman, I guess, had to be the doctor. She looked older than my mother, with blonde hair greying, a hawkish face, her belly in her third trimester, and her scrubs tight over her belly. The other woman was short but round, happy and plump, her belly also huge and protruding through her scrubs, which had been pulled over her stomach. I recognised her as a midwife who had helped my mother in a previous delivery, but I couldn’t remember her name. The third woman was the youngest out of the three. She was wearing a white pair of scrubs and currently wasn’t pregnant, but I knew from looking at her who she was: She was in front of the nursery. She worked there, looking after all the brand-new babies and children that society needed to carry on. She wasn’t pregnant because, for whatever reason, she was incapable of doing so. So, her life was devoted to caring for and raising the next generation, a task of just as great importance.

“Hello Jill, I’m Dr Carver. I’ll be your physician today.” She nodded curtly at everyone as she walked over to Jill. “Ah, that answers the question of whether you’ll be free used or not today.” She pointed to Jill sticking her ass out for everyone. “Relative?” She asked me.

“Brother,” I said. My cock twitched. I’d been eager to fuck. And now the Doctor was standing behind Jill. Dr Carter reached down and slid her fingers into Jill’s cunt which made my sister moan.

“Early days of dilation… vagina is engorged and very moist… very moist…” Dr Carter kept her fingers inside Jill as she looked back at me. “You can have her back in a second. I won’t be much longer. Just doing my rounds.”

“I’m happy to wait and use you,” I said. I really didn’t bother to hear the doctor approve me. I just walked up to her, pulled her lab coat aside, and began pulling down her scrubs. If Doctor Carter was going to stop me, she quickly thought against it as I pulled her cheeks apart, saw her own glistening hairy slit, and began sliding my cock into her pussy.

While I began sliding my thick cock into the Doctor as she examined my sister, the midwife was all smiles. “I’m Carol; I’ll be the midwife for your birth today. I’ll be on call if you need me. Just press the alert button once next to the bed, and I will come straight here.”

“You were my midwife for my last birth.” My mother said. “I just want to say again thank you. You were a great help.”

“Oh, that’s lovely to hear!” Carol beamed. “The only thing better than getting knocked up and having children is birthing them, and I love doing my part to help other women.”

“Carol?” I asked her. I was giving Doctor Carter long, deep strokes and the older woman was moaning herself now. She had pulled her fingers out of my sister and was letting Jill lick them clean while she took her stethoscope and placed it on my sister’s back and then belly. “Carol, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I’m afraid I had hoped to bring some toys from home, but I came from a friend’s house and didn’t have time to grab them.”

“Sure!” Carol turned to me and smiled. “What would you like?”

“Two strap-ons, please. For my sister and mother.” I pointed to them.

Carol clapped her hands. “Of course! We have some hospital-grade ones you can use. Fully sterilised, of course. I’ll bring them up straight away. And feel free to use me, too, if you would like. Many of the men are typically servicing their partners as they labour, which is fair, but don’t forget your pregnant midwife! She needs to be used too; you know.” Carol gave a chuckle as she headed out the door.

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