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Die Geschichte, die ich hier erzähle, ist mir vor ca. 4 Jahren passiert.

Ich wohnte in einem Studentenwohnheim. Seit kurzem hatten wir eine neue Mitbewohnerin Sina in unserer Wohnheim-WG. Sina war gerade junge 19 Jahre. Sie war eigentlich eher zierlich, durch ihr maskulines Auftreten, die kurzen Haare und da sie trotzdem etwas Oberweite hatte, wirkte sie jedoch nicht so. Sina machte keinen Hehl daraus, dass sie lesbisch war — wozu auch unter Studenten. Weil sie lesbisch war und wegen ihrer maskulinen Art begannen wir sie irgendwann Jake zu nennen. Sie war zwar nicht begeistert, akzeptierte ihren Spitznamen und stellte sich auch anderen im Wohnheim mit ihrem Spitznamen Jake vor.

Ich weiß gar nicht, wer es dazu gekommen ist. Jedenfalls hatten wir mit mehreren etwas getrunken, saßen in der Küche und das Thema kam auf Sex. Wir beredeten nichts Ernstes, machten nur Scherze darüber. Ich saß neben Jake und machte dabei leise eine neckische Bemerkung zu ihr. Ich weiß leider nicht mehr was es war, aber irgendwas, dass sie vielleicht auch gerne mal als Junge genommen würde oder so. Als wir kurze Zeit später zufällig beide etwas Abseits im Gang standen, sagte sie zu mir: „ICH WÜRDE WIRKLICH GERNE MAL ALS JUNGE GENOMMEN WERDEN”. Ich musste grinsen und sagte ihr: „Das ist kein Problem JAKE, du kannst jederzeit bei mir vorbeikommen.” Das war’s, an diesem Abend passierte weiter nichts.

Am nächsten Abend spät, schon nach 12, klopfte es plötzlich an meiner Tür. Es war Jake (bzw. Sina). Sie stand da, leicht schüchtern, und fragte ob sie reinkommen könnte. Ich sagte ja klar. Sie kam rein und meinte „Ich bin eine Junge”. Ich musste grinsen und meinte „und du willst wie ein Junge gefickt werden”. Sie grinste nur. und nickte. Ich fragte sie, ob sie das schon einmal getan habe und da sie verneinte meinte ich: „Dir ist schon klar, dass das beim ersten Mal ganz schön weh tut”. In ihrer typischen Art lachte sich leicht und meinte: „Ich halte das schon aus.” Nun gut, wenn sie, oder er, das will, von mir aus liebend gerne.

Wir redeten etwas und ich fragte sie, ob ich sie vielleicht ein bisschen massieren sollte. Sie zog ihr Oberteil aus, BH und Jeans lies sie jedoch an. Ich meinte darauf, sie sollte die Hose auch ausziehen, sonst sonst könnte man nicht richtig massieren und so wäre es auch bequemer. Sie grinste und kurz darauf lag sie nur in Unterwäsche auf meinem Bett. Ich nahm etwas Körperlotion und begann sie zu massieren, den BH zog ich ihr schon nach einer göztepe escort Minute dabei aus. Nachdem ihr ihren Oberkörper ausführlich und auch die Beine massiert hatte, begann ich ihr das Höschen auszuziehen. Sie versteifte sich etwas, aber lies mich gewähren. Ich begann wieder ihren Oberkörper zu massieren, machte diesmal beim Po aber nicht halt. Ich massierte ihr Pobacken, und dabei konnte ich zum ersten mal ihr kleines Löchlein – der Begriff passte hier — sehen. Ich war so heiß, ich musste mich beherrschen nicht schon in der Hose abzuspritzen. Ich hatte aber auch Angst, zu forsch vorzugehen. Ich beugte mich über sie und griff langsam in die Schublade und holte die darin liegende Gleitcreme heraus. Ich griff auch noch nach ein paar Kondomen, entschied mich aber später sie nicht zu nehmen, weil es beim Analsex erfahrungsgemäß — also meiner Erfahrung nach — für das Mädchen noch schwieriger beim Eindringen ist.

Ich begann sie vom Hals den Rücken abwärts zu küssen und es schien ihr zu gefallen. Als ich jedoch Anfing meine Hände unter ihre Brust zu schieben, sie lag nach wie vor auf dem Bauch, presste sie sich aufs Bett und meinte leise „Ich in ein Junge”. Ok, ich bin nicht schwul und für mich lag da ein Mädchen, dass ich gleich in den Popo ficken dürfte, aber ich durfte auf keinen Fall das Spiel vergessen um nicht an Ende alles zu vermasseln. Sie war ER. Ich ging also tiefer und, nachdem ich nochmal kurz ihre Pobacken massiert hatte, nahm ich etwas Gleitgel und fing an ihre Poloch damit zu massieren und schließlich führte ich den ersten Finger ein. Sie verkrampftet kurz, dann aber säufzte sie aus und wurde wieder locker. „Alles ok?” fragte ich. Sie meinte meinte ja. Ich fragte sie, ob sie das erste mal Finger im Po hatte — wirklich dummer Frage in der Situation, ist aber gut gegangen — und sie antwortet „ja, beim Frauenarzt”. Ich fing an sie ein bisschen mit dem Finger in den Popo zu vögeln. Als nächstes versuchte ich ihr einen 2. Finger der Hand in ihre Scheide einzuführen. Als ich dies jedoch versuchte petzte sie sofort zusammen. Ich wollte lieber nichts riskieren und blieb daraufhin lieber von ihrer Scheide fern. Der 2. Finger war jedoch jetzt schön feucht ihrem eigenen Saft, und so nutzte ich die Gelegenheit und führte ihr den 2. Finger in den Po ein. Wieder hielt sie kurz die Luft an und entspannte sich dann wieder, und ich spielte ein bisschen mit 2 Fingern in ihr rum. Sie atmete schwer.

Nun çorlu escort konnte ich mich nicht länger zurückhalten. Während meine Finger ihr kleines Loch bearbeiteten, zog ich mich mit der anderen Hand aus — mein Oberkörper war schon eine ganze Zeit frei. Ich rieb meinen Penis dick mit Gleitcreme ein und kam mit meinem Körper wieder über sie, so dass mein Hüfte auf ihrem Po lag. Da ich ein ganzes Stück größer bin, musste ich meinen Kopf weit nach unten beugen um sie an Hals und Kopf zu küssen. Ich fragte sie „bereit”, als Antwort bekam ich nur ein „Mhhh”. Ich sagte noch „vergiß nicht, wenn es anfängt weht zu tun, zu pressen”, dann setzte ich an. Ich drückte mit meinem Penis zuerst nur leicht gegen ihr Poloch, doch von ihr kam ein leises „Ahh, warte!”. Ich wartete kurz und als ich merkte, dass ihr Loch entspannte, drückte ich meine Eichel rein. „AAHHHHHHHH!” Ich fürchtete, dass das halbe Wohnheim uns hören könnte und meinte „nimm ein Kissen vor den Mund”. Sie tat es. Meine Eichel war schon drin, es war ein herrliches Gefühl, direkt hinter einer Eichel presste ihr Anus meinen Penis eng zusammen. Ich küsste sie, und sie meinte “war eigentlich gar nicht so schlimm”. Ich musste leicht grinsen, küsste sie ganz viel und meinte „Sorry, das war nur die Spitze”. Sie wollte glaub ich Protest einlegen, doch in dem Moment setzte ich meine Mission fort. „AAHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHH!” sie schrie richtig ins Kissen. Es ging nur ganz langsam vorwärts, es dauerte eine gefühlte Minute bis mein Penis ganz in ihr drin war. Ich versuchte sie die ganze Zeit zu beruhigen, „gleich ist es geschafft” und „versuch zu pressen”. Sie schrie die ganze Zeit bei jedem vorwärtskommen ins Kissen, lies mich aber gewähren.

Als ich ganz drin war, bewegte ich mich nicht mehr, kuschelte mich nur an sie, küsste sie. Sie hatte ein paar Tränen im Gesicht, ich küsste sie weg. Sie entspannte sich wieder, ich machte ein paar Scherze, das ihr Popo nun definitiv keine Jungfrau mehr sein. Sie lachte. Ich drehte uns leicht auf die Seite, passte aber auf dass mein Penis nicht raus rutschte und begann an ihrer Klitoris zu spielen — auch wenn das eigentlich bei einem Jungen nicht möglich ist 🙂 . Ihr gefiel es, sie stöhnte und entspannte sich. Die ganze Zeit steckte mein Penis in ihrem Po. Ich versuchte ganz leicht ihren Po dabei zu ficken, aber es ging nicht, er ging nicht rein und raus, sondern ihr ganzer After bewegte sich leicht mit. Nach einer ümraniye escort Zeit bemerkte ich, dass mein Penis zu schrumpfen begann, aber das wollte ich nicht. Ich drehte sie vorsichtig wieder auf den Bauch, weiter natürlich in ihrem Po. Sie fragte mich was wir jetzt machen. Ich küsste sie und sagte, „ich werde jetzt deinen Po ficken, JAKE”. Sie sah mich leicht erschrocken an, säuftze dann und streckte sich auf den Bauch. Ich verrieb noch einmal etwas Gleitgel um meinen Penis in ihrem Anus, dann hob ich mein Becken und begann sie langsam aber bestimmt rein und raus zu ficken. „AAHHH!”. Diesmal schrie sich nicht laut, aber bei jedem „rein” kam ein leichtes Geräusch, dass schmerzen bekundete. Sie tat mir ein bisschen leid aber ich wollte jetzt nicht aufhören. Allerdings schon nach kurzer Zeit gesellte sich auch ein leichtes erotisches stöhnen dazu. Ich versuchte schnell zu kommen, was aber nicht ging, weil ich mich auch nicht zu schnell bewegen durfte. Plötzlich hielt sie inne und ich merkte ich ein leichtes Zittern und ein Stöhnen von ihr. Sie war tatsächlich beim ersten Mal — wenn auch nur leicht – gekommen. Jetzt konnte ich mich leider nicht mehr halten. Durch ihren Orgasmus war ich so heiß, das ich nicht anders konnte als sie schnell und tief in ihren Po zu ficken. „AHHAHAHA!” Diesmal war es es ein lautes heulen. Gott sei dank kam ich nach nur wenigen Stößen. Ich drückte meinen Penis so tief es nur ging in ihren Po und spritze einen gefühlten halben Liter Sperma hinein. Es war ein echt geiler Orgasmus.

Danach lag ich erschöpft auf ihr. Ich traute mich erst gar nicht sie anzusehen, hatte Schuldgefühle wegen dem rauen Ende. Ich schaute nach unten, doch was ich sah beruhigte mich. Ihr Gesicht war zwar deutlich von tränen gekennzeichnet, aber sie lächelte. Sie meinte später, es hätte zwar weh getan, aber dass es sich trotzdem gelohnt habe. Ich richtete mich auf, suchte nach einem Tempo neben dem Bett und zog vorsichtig mein erschlafften Penis aus ihrem Po. Es war …. er war nicht ganz sauber. Ich wickelte das Tempo drum, suchte eine Hose, sagte „kleinen Moment” und ging schnell ins Bad ihn sauber machen. Als ich zurück kam, saß sie schon wieder in Unterwäsche auf dem Bett. Ich sagte „Moment, bleib doch noch kurz hier”. Ich legte sie wieder seitlich aufs Bett, schlang von hinten meine Arme um sie und wir redeten so kuschelnd noch ein bisschen, machten ein paar Witze um ihren Popo. Sie meinte dann, sie müsse jetzt schlafen gehen. Ich sagte sie solle doch hier bei mir schlafen, aber sie stand auf, sagte „sorry, ich steh nur auf Mädchen”. Dann zog sie sich an, ging sie zur Tür, drehte sich um und meinte „Tschüß mein schwuler Freund”. Ich musste grinsen und meinte, „ich bin ehrlich nicht schwul”. Sie grinste und meinte „ganz sicher?” und dann war sie weg. Ja ganz sicher, ich steh nur auf Frauen.

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Sikini gövdesinden kavrayıp yavaş yavaş amımın deliğine sürtmeye başladı. “İlk olduğu için acıyacak, ama sonra alışırsın!” dedikten sonra yarağının ucunu deliğimin ağzına dayayıp yüklenmeye başladı. Ama sikinin kocaman kafası minik amımdan içeri bir türlü girmiyordu. “Fındık kadar amın var orospu, ama yaracağım o küçük amını, çaresi yok!” dedikten sonra bir eliyle göğüslerimden iyice bastırıp, diğer eliyle sikini sıkı sıkı tutup sikinin kafasını deliğim hafif hafif gezdirmeye başladı. Sonra bir anda belini ileri doğru itmesi ile beynimde şimşekler çaktığını hissettim. İnanılmaz bir acı ile, “Çok acıyor çıkart, kurbanın alayım, çıkart Durmuş amca, yandım!” diye bağırmaya başladım. O anda kendimden geçmişim.Bir süre sonra kendime geldiğimde, kalçalarım Durmuş ağanın dizlerinin üzerinde, incecik belimden elleri ile kavramış, belini sürekli ileri geri oynatıp duruyordu. Amımın acısı biraz hafiflemişti, ama halen canım yanıyordu. Gözlerimi açtığımı görünce, “Ayıldın mı yosmam? Bak yardım küçük amını! Ohhhhhh!” diye inledi. Kafamı kaldırıp bacak arama doğru baktım, amımın üst tarafında bir şişlik oluşmuş, amımın dudakları iki tarafa ayrılmıştı. Sikin yarısından fazlası içime giriyor, sonra başı haricinde tekrar geri çıkıyordu. Girip çıkarken de, amımın iki küçük dudağı da sikle beraber bir içeri katlanıyor, bir dışa bükülüyordu.Durmuş ağa bacak arama baktığımı görünce, “Görüyormusun küçük orospu, erkeğin amına koyuyor, patlattım kızlığını, ohhhh, artık benin karım oldum!” dedi. “Canım yanıyor, sevmedim ben bunu!” dedim. Durmuş ağa, “Merak etme alışırsın minik orospu, hele bir iki kere daha ^^^^^^^ seni, sik manyağı olursun!” dedi. Bu sırada sürekli sikini sokup çıkarıyordu amıma. Her giriş çıkışında sikinin tüm hatlarını içimde hissedebiliyordum. Biraz sonra belimi bırakıp, minik göğüslerimi yoğurmaya, sıkmaya başladı. Bu sırada temposunu artırıp, artık içime daha hızlı gidip geliyordu. Biraz zevk alıyordum, ama duyduğum acı ve yanma daha fazlaydı. Durmuş ağa, “Ohhhh, daracıksın orospu, amının içi hem sıcak hem dar, ohhhh, şişli escort sikim bayram ediyor küçük amcık!” diye sayıklamaya başladı. Artık kendinden geçmişçesine girip çıkıyordu. Amım kocaman bir yarağın istilası altındaydı. Duyduğum haz artmaya başlamıştı, ama amımın yanması ve sızısı geçmiyordu.”Fındık kadar amını dölleyeceğim senin, tohumlarım gezecek içinde küçük yosma!” diye mırıldanmaya başladı. Bir süre sonra da, “Al sana ağanın dölleri orospu! Ahhhh, bitirdin beni!” diye bağırıp, bütün gücü ile üzerime yüklendi ve göğüslerimi sımsıkı sıkıp durdu. İçime birşeylerin aktığını hissettiğim anda beynimde bir şimşek çaktı, müthiş canım yanmıştı, Durmuş ağa sikini dibine kadar sokmuş, kasıkları bana yapışmıştı. Duyduğum acıdan tekrar bayılacağım zannettim. Durmuş ağanın ise gözleri kaymıştı, yüzünde büyük bir mutluluk ifadesi vardı.Sonra üzerimden kalkıp doğruldu, bu sırada siki de yavaşça amımdan çıktı. O an amım rahatladı. Durmuş ağa kenara doğru uzandığında siki gözüme ilişti, üzeri kırmızı ve beyaz olmuştu, dizlerinin üzeri de biraz kan olmuştu. Kendimi biraz toplayıp bacak arama baktım, amımdan dışarıya doğru kanla karışık döller süzülüyordu. Vücudumun sıktığı yerleri kıpkırmızı olmuştu. Durmuş ağa, “Ağanın dölleri süzülüyor amından, çok tatlıydı, bundan sonra benimsin artık, seni sikip sikip amını götünü döllerimle dolduracağım, döllerimi içireceğim sana minik yosmam benim!” diye söylendi. İçim bir tuhaf oldu, kendimi farklı hissediyordum.Zaman su gibi akmış, vakit öğlen olmuştu. Durmuş ağa derede sikini yıkayıp geldi, “Git sen de amını güzelce yıka bakalım!” dedi. Biraz zor da olsa ayağa kalkıp, derede amımı yıkadım. Ama bacaklarımı bir türlü birleştiremiyordum. Amımın dudakları kıpkırmızı idi ve halen şiş duruyordu. Yanına döndüğümde, beni kilimin üzerine sırt üstü yatırdı. Telaşlandım, “Durmuş amca ne olur sikme beni, çok acıyor, sikini ağzıma alayım, öyle mutlu edeyim seni!” dedim. “Merak etme, bu gün daha sikmeyeceğim seni! Beni çok mutlu ettin, o yüzden bir hediye vereceğim sana! Şimdi sıkma kendini, aç bacaklarını iyice!” dedikten sonra, kafasını bacak arama sokup, amımı yalamaya başladı.Bundan inanılmaz zevk alıyordum. O ise şapırtılar çıkartarak amımı yalıyor, deliğime dilini sokup çıkartıyordu. Her saniye aldığım zevk artıyordu. Amımı yalamaya ara verip, “Hadi söyle!” dedi. “Ye beni ağam, kurban olayım sana, sikicim benim, erkeğim, amımın sahibi!” diye inledim. Biraz sonra da ayaklarımla kafasını sıkıştırıp, inleyerek boşalmaya başladım. Müthiş bir andı, çok mutluydum, amımın acısını bile unutmuştum. Sonra vücudumu salıverdim. “Hoşuna gitti mi?” dediğinde, sadece başımı sallayabildim.Biraz dinlendikten Sonra toparlandık. “Cumartesi gene görüşürüz!” deyip beni öptü, eşyalarını da alıp uzaklaştı. Ben de suları alıp eve gittim. Salondaki sedire zar zor uzandım, amım halen biraz sızlıyordu. Bugün başıma gelenleri düşündüm. Daha bu yaşımda sikilmiş, kadın olmuştum, amım ilk kez yenmiş, harika bir duygu yaşamıştım…

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Hoşuma da gidiyor.
Başımdan geçen bir hikayemi sizlerle paylaşmak istiyorum.
25 yaşındayım 4 yıldır evliyim kocam esmer yakışıklı biri.
Ne varki çok tutucu bir yapıya sahip.
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Bu benim içimde kaldı.
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Beklemiyordum bu soruyu ama ben de o zaman bende senin kocana bitiriveririm kendimi dedim ikimizde güldük.
Bana bizimki azmış bu aralar arkadan yapmak istiyor ama ben korkuyorum acıtıyormuş diye vermiyorum dedi.
İçimde birden bir ateş yandığını hissettim.
Korkma kız yaptır ne olacak o da delik bu da delik değil mi dedim.
Korkuyorum dedi ben de keşke benim kocam da seninki gibi arkadan yapmak istese dedim.
Yüzüme biraz garip baktı sonra ben gidiyorum kocam hafta başında üç günlük iş gezisine gidecek dedi.

Geceleri benimle kalır mısın ben korkuyorum deyince eşime sorayım tamam derse olur dedim.
Kocama söyledim yemeğimi hazırladıktan sonra gidebilirsin dedi.
Pazartesi akşam Komşum Cerenlere gittim.
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Keşke beni de arkadan yapsalar dedim.
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Şaşkınlığımı üzerimden atmadan döndüğümde bir de baktım ki Gürkan da Ceren in yanında bana bakıp penisini okşuyor.

Ceren şaşkınlığımı fark etti yanıma yaklaşarak istediğin olacak Gürkan sen de istersen arkadan yapacak ikimizi de.
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Gerçekten de iyice içime yerleştikten sonra acı yerini müthiş bir zevke bıraktı.
Beni Cereni defalarca becerdi Gürkan.
Önümden de sahip olmak istedi ama orası şimdilik kocamın belki daha sonra dedim.
Sabaha kadar üçlü sex yaptık Ceren umduğumdan daha da azgın çıktı ve çok zevkliydi.
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I sat on the sofa eating from my own fruit platter as I had lightly watched Cameron eat his food though it looked more like a snack for his size, especially the steak meal, wanting to further discuss how I was going to deal with Bee’s daughter residing in me waiting for appropriate cum donors to bring them to life.

Mainly I wanted to ask how many were’s there were though both him and Prime had told me for as many animals I could think of there was at least a were for it.

As far as I knew about Were’s the only one I knew of from movies and television were Werewolves and just recently thanks to my first selection there was such as a thing as WerePANTHER.

There was two right there.

Oh and there were demons, incubus, and succubus that I could feed on. Though I wasn’t sure I could fuck a Succubus because if my thinking was right and from what little I know of monsters I thought succubus’s were normally women. Right? Or am I, once again, wrong?

This whole having my mind opened to this monster world was still confusing.

I lightly waited for Cameron to finish eating so I can at least continue this conversation but my anticipation got the better of me and I spoke, “So which were’s would you suggest I fuck and drain them of their cum?”

Cameron looked at me for a moment before resuming eating as he plucked a pinch of pineapple slices and started to chew on them as I could tell he was thinking…..I think.

He pinched another set of pineapple slices officially finishing off the helping on the platter as he looked at me, “Depends?”

I tried to the same thing pinching as many slices of pineapple as I could but my helping and his helping was rather significant but I spoke through three slices of pineapple, “On?”

Cameron eyed me for a moment before speaking, “Do you prefer human or full transitioned?”

I stopped chewing and grunted, “Huh?” as I tilted my head confused.

Cameron obviously caught my misunderstanding as he smirked, “Transitioned. Meaning they have turned into the animal and not back to human.”

I blinked, “That can happen?”

Cameron smirked and nodded, “Sure. Depending on the rarity of the were….” he swiveled his head side to side as he thought of the appropriate word before continuing, “and how much control they have of their beast,” he snorted, “and how much their beast has influence of them. Most don’t change back to human.”

I blinked again still confused, “Ok explain.”

Cameron sighed as he spoke, “Most were’s when they change for the first time their beast takes over and usually go feral relying on that beast’s instincts.

Now most usually change back after their first change. Some either remain in fear doing everything they can to keep the beast at bay,” he snorted as he added, “which usually doesn’t work.”

He smiled, “These ones usually are loners and continue letting their beast control them.”

He picked up a grape and tossed it into his mouth and swallowed without chewing before speaking, “Then there’s the ones that try to control their beast. Some either win,” he chuckled, “and some don’t.”

He looked at me, “These are the loner types mind you. The ones in packs get help with their beast and learn to control it.”

He shrugged, “Granted there are some were’s where certain ingrain instinct in the beast controls them to adapt to certain lifestyles.”

He looked at me, “Take WereRATs for example.”

I blinked and shrieked, “WAIT!!! There’s RATS???”

He nodded and continued like my outburst never happen, “Usually those people quickly go underground. So you’re construction workers, subway workers, sewer maintenance people, and any other job you can think of that deals with underground. They do it because that’s what their beast natural instinct tells them to do.”

He smiled, “And some of the HARDEST worker’s you’ll ever see.”

He quickly added, “In fact that’s how humans get MOST of their coal. Whether they realize it or not wererats are doing the work.”

I spoke, “How common are they?”

Cameron looked at me, “Wererats?”

I nodded as he spoke flatly, “Common.”

He continued, “Then there’s your normal werewolves. Those guys are EVERYWHERE!”

I blinked as I nodded, “Yeah they are in movies and television,” I thought about it, “though A LOT of their changes have been shown drastically different.”

Cameron smiled, “That’s because someone accidentally changed around a regular and got caught.”

He sighed, “But these are great hunters and anything outdoors,” he smirked at me, “and great soldiers too.”

I heard Prime sigh in my head as I spoke, ‘WHAT???’ before Prime spoke ‘Nothing. Just something Cameron and I have discussed on multiple occasions’ causing me to blink and think Oh.

He continued, “And you already met Jayme the Panther.”

I nodded as he spoke, “These aren’t exactly common nor are they exactly rare. They really aren’t the pack type AND their beast is usually hard to get control of BUT once they do most can go back to their normal life and control their zonguldak escort shifts whenever they damn well please.”

He scoffs, “Unlike the tigers now those fuckers are hard to control,” he looked at me, “and so damn stubborn in which kind of fucking tiger they are.”

I blinked but didn’t say anything as I felt like Cameron was beginning to go into a rant before he shook his head, “Anyways these ones make great law enforcement,” he lightly chuckled, “especially territory police.”

I spoke, “Like STATE Police?”

Cameron nodded, “Yep. Anything that deals with ‘territory’ they’re great at.”

Cameron sighed, “Then there’s the bears. Like rats they’re great underground BUT they prefer caves and really don’t like sharing….” he looked at me, “unless really really profitable.”

I watched him think, “I think that’s most of the were’s that are created by a bite or scratch of some kind. Then there’s the birthed were’s. Like the Horse, birds, lizards, and other mammalian creatures.”

I blinked completely confused, “Wait! There’s MORE?”

He looked at me and nodded, “Sure,” he smirked, “I wasn’t kidding when I said for just about EVERY animal you can think of there’s a were for it.”

I spoke, “So Dolphins?”

He nodded, “Yep though they’re usually isolated and keep to themselves.”

I spoke, “Whales?”

He nodded, “Even more rare.”

I spoke, “Eagles?”

He looked at me raising an eyebrow as I stopped and meekly spoke, “Sorry.”

He nodded, “It’s alright. You asked.”

I nodded, “Right so which one’s should I drain?”

Cameron thought about it for a moment before speaking, “I highly doubt any Alpha from a pack would be willing to be drained.” He continued thinking, “BUT their second in command might be more than willing to allow it.”

He took the last pinch of mango and popped it into his mouth lightly chewing before speaking, “But I’m sure YOU will have to talk to the Alpha’s from any of the packs so THEY and their second are fully aware of what’s going to happen.”

I blinked, “WAIT!!! I have to SPEAK?”

He looked at me, “Sure.” He scoffed, “What? You were thinking Prime or I would tell them?”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “Sorry but I’m not the one with,” he pointed to my belly, “Bee’s little daughters residing in me needing a metric ton of cum to birth them.”

He looked at me smirking, “Besides I already did MY donation and that sucked.”

He looked down, “And I didn’t get to do the fun part of it.”

This time I smirked and moved over to put my hand on his arm, “There there. Maybe after all this is done we can maybe revisit you bedding me.”

That caught his attention as he looked at me unbelieving like a kid that was told by his girl she was going to take his virginity that night, “Really?”

I almost wanted to take back what I just told him remembering his ‘trunk’ as it still scared me. But when I was in Bee getting changed I felt my insides being changed to where the thought of his ‘trunk’ kind of excited me.

No, I don’t think Bee changed me into a ‘size queen’!!!

It was like somewhere inside me there was this need to actually explore myself and trust that Prime and her sister’s would actually protect me.

Who knows maybe I really do need to explore myself and learn more about myself as this ‘world’ I’m in might be what I needed to actually encourage that exploration.

I smiled warmly at Cameron as I nodded, “Sure.”

I saw a tear beginning to form in his eye before he got a hold of himself and spoke softly, “Thanks.”

I smiled, “Sure.”

I moved back as I moved onto the next plate semi excited it was pasta. I quickly stabbed a fork in the wet noodles and twisted the fork before taking a bite out of it, “Is there anyone else you can think of that might be willing to be drained beyond the were’s?”

Just then Cameron hesitated for a moment before smirking, “Actually….yes. There is ONE that does come to mind,” as I watched an almost sinister smile plaster onto his face, “and this one will be more than willing to be drained.”

I looked at him confused before I shoved the large ball of noodles into my mouth and groaning at the taste as I spoke through a mouth full, “Well what do we do then?”

I felt Prime come out of my face and speak, “Cameron would you be a dear and make the calls while my host eats. You know who to call for all of this.” Then she retreated back into me.

I smiled and spoke in my head ‘Thanks’ before I heard Prime speak ‘My pleasure my host’.

And I resumed eating while I watched Cameron pick up the phone and start calling people.

Four hours later after I finished eating and had gotten dressed stood nine men.

Jayme was back semi smiling as I could tell he knew why he was here while the other eight I didn’t know but from their attire and how they carried themselves I could only guess.

There was one guy standing in a full suit looking like the spitting image of a rough criminal. You know the type that rough gangster bursa escort in movies that carried himself that told everyone to not fuck with him if you valued your life.

He had slicked back black hair with a light sprinkle of grey at his temples.

Almost dark feral eyes as he looked around the room inspecting the place….and me, instantly making me gulp in fear.

In that instant I immediately thought ‘Bear’.

There was a man that stood behind the scary looking man but looked more….woodsy. He wore a simple pair of black pants, a white shirt, and suspenders.

I almost chuckled at the fact he was wearing suspenders but one look on him and I instantly thought It suits him….and made him look suddenly hot!.

Then there was the next group that stood next to those two that looked like they had freshly crawled out of a bar and barely stopped to shower.

They must be the rats.

The next man looked like he was a model fresh from a fashion show as his clothes screamed expensive. His face looked almost so delicate I was afraid that the scary mobster was going to pummel him. The only thing saving him was his grace and elegance.

The next group one looked like he was ready for a fight as he stood in typical biker gear and looked almost as scary as the mobster while the man behind him less biker-ish and more….campy.

As I looked at each man and was ready to basically outline to each man what I was asking of them and that was to fuck them while a slime residing in me will tap into them while they fucking me and essentially drain them of their cum hiding in their nuts probably giving them the most awesome orgasm they had ever experienced in their lives.

I was also hoping that none of them grew feelings for me after I essentially drained them because as far as I understand men….which isn’t much. The more you fuck them the more likely they will start having feelings for you. What those feelings are I can’t tell you because they aren’t like women…or me.

And right now I was trying to NOT think like me AND not get attached by using my feelings as this was simple.

Fuck them and get Bee’s daughters out of me.

That’s it.

I looked over each man as I assessed what kind of were they were until I landed my eyes on the last man making my brain instantly grind to a halt.

The man stood casually in what looked like a simple pair of jeans and a simple v neck shirt and had a certain air of confidence in him but seemed almost too relaxed.

Something about him instantly pulled at my heart strings and instantly made my lust brain want to jump his bones almost immediately like there was no other person in the room and I didn’t care if there was other people in to room.

It was that instant and was hard to control myself as I felt my pussy instantly started getting wet.

I tried to look away and focus on the fact I was asking each man such a big task BUT something about this man I couldn’t control myself.

Without saying shit nor explaining why I had called so many men here I instantly got up and walked up to the man who looked too relaxed. I reached out grabbing a hold of his v neck shirt nearly growling, “You’re first!”

And literally dragged him back to the bed.

The man didn’t seem surprised nor concerned as if this was nothing new to him and instead of fighting me simply walked with me causing my dragging scene completely pointless.

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t argue.

I mean I expected him to do something in protest but when I looked back he simply had a confident warm smile with a twinkle in his eye. He didn’t seem concerned as to why I had grabbed him.

In fact he walked in a manner that I barely was pulling on his shirt making it look like I wasn’t pulling and merely directing him.

I looked back towards the room as I led him and as we got to the bed he spoke in an almost tone that seemed to vibrate every cell in my body, “Is that where you want me?”

I blinked as I panted in pure lust, “YES!!!”

He nodded as he spoke, “Allow me.”

Huh??

No sooner had I thought that he gently grabbed my hand pulling it away from his shirt though I didn’t want to let go but his gentleness caused me to let go of his shirt and then in a blur he flung himself onto the bed landing on his back.

After he was done bouncing on the bed he lifted his head, “Would you like the clothes on so you can rip them off? Or would you like me to take them off for you?”

Huh??

I felt myself drooling as I panted, “ON!!!”

He smiled and put his head down as he folded his arms and placing his hands behind his head.

Normally I would have stopped myself and actually blinked trying to figure out what the hell was going on BUT whatever this guy was was making my lust purely control me as I growled and pounced onto the bed and crawled up to him.

WHAT IS HE???

A Vampire?

A demon?

Those thoughts came and went as I got to look at his smug face before grabbing malatya escort it and immediately kissed him.

No kiss is wrong.

Nor was frenching.

No, I forced my tongue into him so fast and was rolling it in his mouth not caring if he was reciprocating or not.

What I was doing looked like I was kissing him and frenching him but in reality I was doing ALL the work and he was merely kissing me back. Like I was doing 90% of the work and he was doing the 10%.

But I didn’t care if he wasn’t putting in the work. I wanted this.

Eventually I let go of his face as my hands trailed down to find his chest was glorious. It wasn’t ripped like a body builder full of muscle nor was flabby. It was just right. Nice and dare I say perfect.

I wanted to feel MORE of it as my hands grabbed the shirt and literally ripped the stupid fabric apart.

I stopped kissing him and looked down at his chest to find that what I felt was correct.

I looked down and instantly drooled.

The man lightly chuckled as he spoke, “Yeah I get that a lot. Go ahead and lick it if you wish.”

I blinked as I looked at him and growled, “What are you?”

This time HE BLINKED.

My hands ran down his chest and felt it before I flexed my fingers and started digging my nails into his glorious chest.

When I did this this time He lightly flinched and then resumed being content as he spoke, “Yes baby that’s how I like it,” before he started whistling like what I was doing was nothing new to him almost like he was reading from a script.

A script he had done a million times.

I growled again as I ran my nails through his torso one more time, “WHAT ARE YOU?”

This time he blinked again and actually looked at me, “Wait! You’re actually thinking?”

He spoke as if perplexed, “Huh that’s new.”

He shrugged as he saw me lower myself down and his chest called to me to wrap my mouth around his nipple to see if I enjoyed it as much as it was done to me. I heard him go back to whistling a tune I had never heard before.

I lowered myself until my face was eye level with his nipple before I leaned down to lightly kiss the manly areola and see if it reacted the same way mine did.

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

WHY WAS I THE ONE BEING IN CHARGE?

Those quickly fleeted me as opened my mouth and lightly closed my teeth on this man’s right nipple as I heard him speak, “Ooooo baby! Yes!” before he resumed whistling.

I let the nipple slip through my teeth as I tugged at it until it was fully released and watched it had hardened just like mine would if someone were to do the same thing.

I looked up at the man to see if he had the same reaction as I would but felt irritated to see his smug face simply kicking back whistling as he looked down at me before he spoke, “What’s next?”

Ok fuck this!!!

I reached down grabbing his zipper and button working the combo until they were both undone before I pulled the dual pairs of clothing releasing an impressive cock that was laying in a semi state.

Ok that pissed me off that I had done so much work and all I got from the guy was a fucking semi.

I looked up showing my irritation to see he was still smugly smiling.

Something played on my head as I growled, “Incubus?”

The man blinked at me as he spoke, “Are you asking me if I’m an Incubus?”

I nodded as wrapped my hand around his girthy semi lightly squeezing the still spongy flesh as I growled, “Answer me or I’ll use teeth!”

The man blinked at me but didn’t seem nervous at the sudden threat as he calmly spoke, “No I’m not an Incubus. Just cursed?”

I spit on top of his mushroom and worked the saliva along his member before I started working his dick hoping it’ll get hard as I moaned, “What do you mean cursed?”

I had jacked off the man’s dick until it was finally hard as the man chuckled, “Trust me once you’re done fucking me all will be explained.”

I blinked at him confused as to how a man claiming to be a human could be cursed and how does that curse even make me act this way.

There was no way a curse would make me act like this as I have never acted like this.

I didn’t think ‘curses’ worked this way. He had to be a monster.

Only question was which one was he?

I mean he could be an incubus……BUT I had already been with an incubus. Yet I didn’t act like this when I was with Brandon.

Was the ‘attraction’ with an incubus different?

Like I was able to be myself with Brandon but with this guy I’m not.

WHY???

I looked down to see his dick was nice and standing making my inner lust happy as I felt my pussy was dripping for some much needed cock….this cock.

A cock before becoming a host would instantly make my hold my crotch and instantly refuse. But now after all the monster cocks I’ve seen this one looked more….normal. Sure it was still big but it was no oak tree like what swung between Cameron’s legs.

Fuck it if I’m gonna find out what this guy was might as well get it over with.

And he did say ‘fuck me and all will be explained’. Meaning I was free to continue.

I stood up off of him standing over him and in almost the same fashion I ripped off my own shirt revealing my new honkers to this man. I reached down and pulled off the shorts that I was wearing revealing my soaked pussy.

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The heavy storm still had not let up, punctuated by the heavy pattering on the roof of the library and the occasional clap of thunder following a brief flash that illuminated the dimly lit room.

Franka watched from her sleeping bag the heavy rain from outside the libraries broken windows, then staring at the flickering flames of the scavenged firewood, the embers glowing and fading in their own mesmerizing way, putting the open letter in her hand along with the first in her satchel again. She looked back at the figure on the floor in front of her, multiple thoughts and emotions flying through her head.

Looking back to the brightly lit and flickering hearth, Franka heard a small noise – a distant and faint creaking. At first she thought better of it thinking that it was the manors foundation settling, until she heard the same noise emanating upstairs.

Swiftly moving to the flames in the fireplace Franka quickly muttered an incantation, nearly in seconds the once radiant, popping fire had been reduced to low-dying out embers. The creaking was getting closer; she could even begin hearing three distinct sets of “Clicking” footsteps now emanating throughout the manor.

Two were definitely on or outside the second story of the manor and one set nearing the wooden hallway in the foyer. Frowning to herself and deciding on a quick plan of action, Franka closing her eyes, uttered one final incantation. Disappearing along with her sleeping bag and satchel into the now growing shadows of the dark library.

Closing her eyes she melded into the shadows of the now dark library. It took her mere seconds to sense their presence. There were three figures each giving off miniscule pings, one on the roof of the manor, one close to the hallway nearing the library’s entrance from the foyer, and one pair of footsteps upstairs, farthest from the rest of them.

Listening to the three’s movements by their sound alone Franka decided to bide her time drawing up a plan mentally of how she would play her hand, until she heard what sounded like gravel and grass crunching quietly outside.

Breaking her concentration – she quickly turned her head, now watching a new shadowy figure silently approaching outside on foot near one of the broken windows of the library. The room was Illuminated by a flash of thunder then a rolling “BOOM.” The boy’s slow breathing was the only sound in the library, his rising and falling chest under the green cloak. The only person in the dark room illuminated by the dim orange embers.

Franka kept her closed eyes trained on the shadow of the figure near the window, she heard the flapping of wings, and then the faint but presently encroaching smell. She did not need to open her eyes to see who would try to attack the sleeping boy in front of her. All the while the wooden floorboards creaking and the “Clicking” footsteps grew closer.

Maena, a low ranked succubus could only faintly smell the scent that her leader Jahi had, due to how little she had hunted, and her newly established ranking as a succubus – she was not yet skilled enough to see the gossamer trail higher ranked succubi sweared they could.

But even she did not need a trail to see the green figure sleeping in front of the dim stone fireplace. Using her wings she quietly flew through the broken window, landing softly on the polished wood floor beneath her. Shaking some of the water off herself and having seen the object of their hunt, Maena looked around the room she was in carefully. Satisfied with only seeing the figure in front of her she whistled as Jahi had taught her- alerting the other succubi of her pack to her location.

Succubi – ” The Demon King’s proud assassins”, Franka scoffed at the one in front of her, who began whistling a signal to alert her pack. Growing slightly irritated that the rest of this woman’s pack had yet to arrive, Franka would not need to wait long; soon three more pairs of soft “clicking” footsteps could be heard coming from the right hallway and then through the open doorway.

Opening her eyes Franka now clearly observed the four succubi’s features, “Some things-” she thought “never changed”

The long or short well kept hair with their small or long – black or pinkish-red horns poking out from the sides of their heads, the soft various coloured fur plumage around their necks denoting their rank, The black or pinkish – red leathery wings and the adjoining tail, humanesque female bodies that any mensh or woman sought after, beautifully sculpted faces and long-elf-like ears, the smell that could drive both man or woman crazy overtime with lust and need, the leather boots, and the scantily-clad soft-fabric outfits or the evening gloves that hid their sharp, straight talons… listing off the things she remembered about denoting succubi, Franka continued to wait in the melding shadows.

Watching all four, quietly sneaking up to the sleeping boy. Franka was filled with a sense of dread but rather interestingly she had noticed üsküdar escort that the four succubi were being cautious, “perhaps just a bit more time until I clean up this mess.” she thought to herself.

Instead Franka busied herself looking for the leader of the pack zeroing in on one of the scantily coloured canaries in front of her “Found you” with her sights set, she melded the shadows around her hands and body now choosing to watch the sleeping wolf-kin far from her.

Jahi, the leader of the succubus pack heard Maena’s whistle from the hallway near the foyer, almost just as quickly she heard Teke and Ala quietly flying down to the foyer from the rooftop and second floor. Meeting up in the hallway entrance, the three succubi quietly walked through the cracked wooden hallway turning right into a large dimly lit library, quietly walking through the open doorway the three saw Maena silently from afar pointing to a breathing green lump of fabric near a dying fireplace.

Walking swiftly to surround the sleeping figure in green the succubi closed in whispering amongst themselves. Jahi quietly asked the brown-haired Maena “Did you notice any other items that would suggest a second person was present?”

Maena, shaking her head, spoke in a hushed tone “No, ma’am there was only this mensh Jahi.”

looking at the sleeping figure Maena motioned to, Jahi lazily began to drink in his features. The smell alone emanating from him was intoxicating, her eyes flickering she saw the same rich gossamer dark ebbing mana, noticing with raised eyebrows the distinct dark haze of purple silvery vapor congealing from the mensh, despite the clearly masculine scent the boy gave off – sleeping in front of her, he looked more feminine and soft than any of the men she had ever feasted on.

But to that end the smell was only that a smell, nothing about this mensh appealed to her, the black wolf-kin ears and hair, the thin, small frame, this boy was no fighter he would not struggle in vain, for a few moments maybe but he would be too easy to consume. No constant struggle or fight, he would be feasted on by her pack and then traded for high coin in Rantel and perhaps made to be some high-end concubine or breeding slave.

Sighing, Jahi looked to her subordinates, slightly amused the three younger succubi were positively drooling at the mouth staring hungrily at the wolf-kin meer inches on the ground in front of them.

Yet still something to Jahi did not sit right with her. Frowning slightly, she looked at the boy in front of her who somehow, had such a high mana signature and yet, at least to her, he was still fast asleep. Completely, utterly defenseless and still somehow unaware of the four demonic women now standing around him. Even if the boy was of mixed race, wolf-kin did not generally give off such strong distinct mana signatures in fact, they were thought to be much weaker in the arts of magic according to the texts she had read in Malcroth all those years ago.

Mana signatures like the boy’s in front of her were observed to be in older more seasoned mensh but rarely on occasion were traits of gifted younger mensh yearning to be wizards or gifted swordsmen.

Maena had swore to Jahi that this sleeping boy in front of her was the only one in this abandoned building and yet they had not picked up on his mana/or scent at any other point during the week even while they slept.

“Jahi, can we please have our feast now? ” shaking herself from her thoughts, Jahi looked at Ala who had been staring at her “waiting for her answer…” Jahi thought about her decision. “Maena, had found him first after all” and Jahi was in no mood to devour a mere-boy. However the twins, Teke and Ala had not tasted a mensh in months and were due for a rank change despite joining her pack after it was established.

Mentally assuring herself on her decision. Jahi turned to address the three succubi “You three will draw sticks” she said. Now withdrawing from a small pouch on her leg, a bundle of thin coloured wooden sticks. She chuckled upon hearing small groans and tired sighs from her subordinates.

Pointing the succubi to a remote corner of the library, Jahi stated “I will watch over him, whoever has the highest number will have their first go with this boy, and from then on descending in order.”

Nodding solemnly the three succubi grabbed the thin bundle and went off to their corner, and minutes later began the game. Jahi, slightly smiling, heard all manner of whispers, curses, and finally acceptance. Finally the three succubi returned to her, each one holding the amount of sticks in their receptive order,

“Is it decided then?” Jahi asked, The three succubi looking at one another nodded their heads in agreement, “It is decided” the three said quietly in unison.

Teke was to have her meal first, looking at the sleeping boy smiling softly she began to undress all the while her tail swayed behind her gaziemir escort letting her clothing softly fall around her. Using the foot of her high leather boot, she lightly tipped the wolf-kin on his stomach before crouching over him and slowly feeling the soft green fabric of the cloak he was sleeping in, feeling his soft flesh beneath the fabric rise and fall.

Oddly enough Teke with a quizzitive look in her pink eyes noticed she was not eliciting any quiet gasps or moans from the boy under her, not even the slightest bit of bodily movement “Is he some kind of rock sleeper?” Teke thought to herself. In fact the boy’s expression had not changed at all… “Hey Jahi?What gives?” Teke said, turning her head to her pack’s leader in confusion.

“Mayb…” Jahi did not finish her sentence, there was a quick resounding “Crack!” causing Jahi to close her eyes and open them quickly. When she looked back at Teke she noticed she was not crouched in front of her anymore, looking around Jahi and Maena heard a nearby shriek “”Aaaaaah!”

Turning to her right looking wide-eyed at a screaming Ala, then followed by another loud resounding”Crack!” Blinking her eyes Ala who was right next to her on right was now missing, grabbing Maenas left hand and turning to her Jahi screamed at her “Maena?, where is Teke? Where is Ala? ” she screamed at the now shaking brown-haired succubus “Maena!” looking away from her Jahi continued “For Malcors sake, what are you looking at?!” noticing that her subordinate was not looking at her but rather at something in the distance behind her, Jahi turned her head looking at what the now shaking Maena was seeing… Jahi’s demon blood ran cold, the two people that Jahi had just talked to no more than a few minutes ago were now slouched over – bodies embedded in the far back of the library wall.

But the worst part was not their beautiful faces frozen in a now silent scream, but it was the splatter behind them, the frayed hair black hair, the spider-web like cracks in the stone work. The sounds were not from the two being hit, it was the sound of their heads slamming violently into the stone wall.

Wrenching her hand from her leader, Maena flew into the hallway, turning the corner attempting to fly out into the foyer.

Her escape lasted only seconds before she slammed into the wall on the left side of the library’s open doorway, gasping for air as she was looking at something in the hallway that Jahi could not see. Her lungs must have been crushed due the force of impact as no scream seemed to come out only gargled groans.

Jahi then heard them, hard metallic “clacks’ ‘ on the wooden floor, looking at Maena she saw only then saw a distinct black arrow embedded in her chest, Maena looked at Jahi one final time watching the life drain from Maena’s yellow eyes.

All the while those rhythmic metallic “clacks” echoed off of the stone wall, a figure of a shadow she could not make out clearly was approaching in the dimly lit hallway, in a frenzy Jahi grabbed the sleeping wolf-kin, holding up his limp body and attempting to hurriedly orient him to where her left gloved hand showed only the faintest of her straight talons slightly poking into the boys neck – while her other hand supported his limp torso.

The boy was still in deep sleep, and despite how much she tried to make it look like a hostage situation the boy was a head shorter than her. Jahi found herself having to readjust her left hand near his neck.

“Show yourself!” in exasperation, Jahi screamed at the approaching shadow of the figure. The “Clacking” from the hallway was growing louder! until the person, a elf-woman turned the corner – a pitch-black, empty bow in her left hand aimed directly at her and the boy.

Jahi was scared, but her anger more than anything eclipsed that of any raw emotion. Standing in front of her was a tall silver-haired elf woman. Her long straight silver hair in a messy pony-tail – she wore a close-fitting decorated gray robe under a small, black shifting angled piece of chest armor. Only on the woman’s right hand was a single brown-leather half-glove while her left was currently aiming an empty pitch black bow at her.

This elf woman in front of her, who had systematically executed her pack as if they were nothing but roaches stood feet in front of her. Perfectly calm and poised, her blue eyes under her half-rimmed glasses glinting softly in the moonlight were locked into Jahi’s yellow manic and frightened yellow ones.

“Who are you!?” Jahi shouted at the silver-haired elf. Rather than issuing a response she saw the elf take a step closer.Then another step and another, gradually closing the distance between them all the while keeping her empty bow hand trained on her,

“NO!, NO!Not another step! you elf wench!” Jahi screamed “One more step and I swear on Malcors grave, I will skewer this boy’s thin neck right here!.”

The elf unfettered continued to slowly sancaktepe escort step toward her. Her “clacking” boots echoing again in the open library, “I will do it!” Jahi screamed “You think I’m joking elf!.”

Noticing the elf in front of her stopping momentarily, at the same time Jahi slowly pushed her talons through her gloved fingers into the boy’s neck now starting to slowly bead with drops of purple blood. “Purple blood?” Jahi thought, she quickly stared in confusion at the boy’s neck.

Then Jahi heard a “Crack!” so close to her it elicited her to jump, closing her eyes and opening them quickly. At the same time she slowly noticed her left gloved hand was gone from the elbow down.

“AAhhhaahaaaa AAAAAHHHHH!” Jahi silently and then loudly screamed, dropping the boy Jahi turned to try and flee through the broken window behind her before some unknown force slammed into her from her right side. Jahi found herself being violently propelled into a series of wooden bookshelves colliding into what must have been a stone wall and blacking out.

Rounding the right corner of the hallway Franka looked quickly at the small sleeping wolf-kin now held hostage in the blond-haired, high-ranking succubus’s right arm. Franka now tried to draw up a plan to safely get the boy out of the succubus’s grip. “Crap, I was being too careless” thought Franka biting her lip, quickly on the fly deciding to try to still play into her cold, and silent appearance.

Deciding to slowly approach the Succubus, who began screaming obscenities at her before she told her she would kill the boy right then and there if she continued walking up to her. Franka, knew better the more collected she was the more likely her enemies would slip-up make a mistake that she could exploit. Already though this woman in front of her was angry and scared, pushing her too far to the edge could end up severely harming the boy, “I as a father am entrusting my son to you. “You must protect my son-” Philips’ words reverberated through her mind, “that is my goal to you, whoever you are, take him from this place, finish raising him…”

Franka thought back to the boy’s late-father’s words. It was then she noticed the small beads of blood pooling near the boy’s neck where the succubus’s talons of her left hand were. In those few seconds that Franka registered, she let loose a pitch black arrow, the succubus’s left hand was instantly blown off slamming into the stone wall near the window behind her. Franka saw with slight satisfaction the woman had thrown the boy down, turning her back to flee as she did so. Melding into the shadows Franka caught the boy with a disembodied shadow of a left arm gently lowering him to the ground. She then turned her attention to the fleeing succubus, jumping out of the shadows near the window, Franka punched the fleeing person in the right side, the blow sending her careening into a series of bookshelves.

Franka heard a dull “Thud!” echo throughout the dark library, before running to the sleeping boy’s side. Checking him for any other bodily injuries, She noticed his neck where there had been blood showed small seemingly darker than pure ichor, purple droplets pooling on his skin.

Quickly wiping them away and deciding that the matter of the boy’s seemingly purple blood would have to wait, Franka cursed herself putting the boy in danger was not her intention. But with relief the small boy in front of her was still breathing and peacefully sleeping, Franka reassured herself and once again carried him to the large hearth gently placing him a few inches from the stone opening, scavenging for any broken wood for a new fire.

Jahi came to slowly, pain instantly searing all over her body and ear’s – quickly causing her to wince, blubbering out pained cries, she found herself splayed out on top of what she believed to be multiple broken bookcases. Attempting to stand was only one of her problems; she slowly noticed the feelings in her left arm and wings were numb.

Jahi finally managed to stand only to then tumble down the small pile of books and scattered wood that she had landed on. She ended up resting on her stomach at the foot of the pile, hacking up blood and bile.

Then she heard it, the metallic “clacking” of that person’s boots on the wooden floor again, gradually getting louder and louder. Blinking her wide yellow eyes. Jahi found herself looking up and attempted to scream, but only a pained gurgling noise came from her throat. Standing in front of her stood the silver-haired monster that had cut down her subordinates, and who was now here to finish the job. Jahi watched with dread as those eyes, “The monster’s” calm and focused blue eyes through her glasses were trained directly in her now frantic yellow ones.

The crippled heap in front of her began crying profusely. It began blubbering out broken- pained apologies “Im sowwy, Im sowwwwy, I’m sooooowwwwyyy” the succubus in front of her whined repeatedly, begging for forgiveness, salvation?

Barely intelligible to understand, and yet Franka understood perfectly fine. Lifting up the now struggling, broken succubus with her left hand Franka looked the husk of the former proud demon warrior in her eyes staring deep into her frantic yellow irises, all the while the succubus supported in her left hand pulled desperately from her body.

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It was noted by the village folk, the old men and women, who were all that were left of the village, God’s Fortune…that the forest, an hour’s walk into the sunset, had a strange effect on those who ventured to its edge.

I say to its edge because those who had the courage to approach the forest,never went any deeper…at least, no one the old villagers knew.

Maybe the people from the Trust in the Heavens, had other experiences, but on the rare moments when the citizens of the two villages met, there was NEVER any talk about the forest.

Although the forest was directly in a line with the two villages, no path that anyone knew of, crossed through it. Well-worn trails passed to either side, and although the roundabout route took twice as long, no one complained.

It was rarely acknowledged that the forest was there; let alone, that it was an inconvenience to travel.

There was something ultimately shameful about that forest, it was mentioned so seldom, if ever, that it had never in the memory of the most ancient residents, had a name.

Travelers rarely passed between the villages — they were both so unremarkable, that no one had any business there. With no young people, there were no children; as the population of both were elderly, the trade was so small that merchants had ceased traveling there.

The locals of the two villages made do with their small fields for crops, and the animals they could raise in their pens. The women and men were clever, and could mend their ragged clothes, so that they were always serviceable.

The death of any resident was a bounty for the others. All the dead person’s possessions were divided evenly amongst the survivors. Clothes were refashioned to suit men or women. The fields that the departed had filled, were now available to feed others. The animals that could not be divided were slaughtered and made into salted, or otherwise, preserved meat.

There was a mist that surrounded the two settlements, encircling the two towns with the forest in the center. The mist never penetrated the streets of the villages or the confines of the woods.

It was assumed that there were wolves in the forest, but they never bothered the livestock of the villagers, so were not feared. The wolves howling could be heard on dark, still nights, but still the villagers did not fear this sound. Some ancestral memories told them it was nothing to be feared.

The truth was known to no one in the villages. The secret was kept by a woman who lived in the center of the woods. I, alone, was blessed to know her story. Many years after the events described in this tale, a terrible war raged in the region. The villages were destroyed in the fighting.

The villagers who survived were disheartened and moved away; there were very few at this time, and they moved on in the wake of one army or another, the women earning their keep as cooks, the men as wagon drivers or laborers.

Only the Forest remained. Untouched by the war initially…it was first logged for timber. After several of the foresters were overcome with a ‘brain sickness’ or were enchanted depending on the supervisor’s level of enlightenment, it was decided to purge the forest of evil, or the infection it harbored.

The purge was fire, the officer in charge of the burning was Pawel of the Steppes.

Pawel hated this duty, but he was a mercenary and bound by oath and contracted to carry out the will of his employer. This war, like many others, had hurt the poor folk the most. Pawel would never deliberately target the peasants, as he came from similar stock. But in the midst of general carnage, the little folk suffered the most. By the time Pawel had arrived on the scene, all the villagers — the aged villagers — he was told, had either died or fled.

There was the problem of this mysterious forest. It had not been exploited by the twin villages that bordered it. This was strange. If there was a lord that owned the forest, he was unaware of who that might be. For a lord might forbid the cutting of trees because the timber was his by right, and he might have forbidden the taking of game because that was the property of the nobility.

The little folk could, at least, legally clear the dead wood and the brush for firewood, and snare rabbits for food; for the lords did not care for these.

But it seemed that in these woods, none of this had happened and yet, when the timber was harvested for the army, the men who cut the trees were ill.

It was whispered that there was a witch in the midst of the forest, enchanting the men because in their delirium, they bahçelievler escort claimed to see a spirit woman, either naked, or clothed only in leaves and branches.

This woman enthralled them, making them desirous of lying with her because with her spell, she made herself irresistible to men. After they lay with the witch, they were greatly weakened and could not cut timber. After they recovered, they did not remember the witch, but would not reenter the forest even under the threat of lashings.

After the first few refusers were lashed nearly to death, and still refused to enter the forest, the leaders of the army determined there was an unhealthy spirit or vapor in the woods, that could only be cleansed by fire.

Pawel was certain this forest, untouched for centuries by man, harbored some ancient disease, that, indeed, fire would cleanse it.

He had seen a great rebirth of life after great fires in the many wars he had seen…the wars were always wasteful, but life was tenacious and would sprout from the ashes.

So he had no misgivings. All the soldiers and foresters were removed from the area. Pawel, alone, remained. This was his responsibility, and he would see it done correctly.

He spent days doing nothing, well it appeared that he was just resting, but he listened, he watched, he got the sense of the winds, the movements of the animals. He wanted a fire that would move steadily with the prevailing winds, but burn slowly enough that the wildlife, or at least most of it, could escape the smoke and flames.

On the third day, he made his plan and set the tinder — the firestarter…The next day, he waited ’til the morning dew had burned off, leaving the firestarter dry.

He mounted his plain, steady, small horse, Hatchet, a gelding of a mousy-gray color. Of a long face and droopy ears, it was not the impressive charger, civilians imagined a soldier riding. But Pawel did not charge into battle, his horse saved his aging legs from long marches. It was calm, reliable, and as covered in wounds as Pawel.

Pawel lit the torch he carried from his campfire, where he had just brewed his morning tea…steppe tea…a blend of herbs that he knew from his youth. Flaming torch in hand, Pawel rode to the tinder, the firestarters he had laid out on one edge of the forest

They all caught fire quickly, and soon had the undergrowth at the edge of the forest ablaze. The nature of the trees and brush in the forest made for a smoky blaze. Pawel was surprised…the forest was dry, old with much dead wood…but it smoked like green wood.

And a green wood that smelled of the incense from Eastern Lands!

The dense, fragrant smoke clung to the earth and snaked through the forest like a primeval beast, a beast that crawled on its belly.

Slowly, Pawel rode Hatchet to the end of the forest, opposite from where he had started the fire.

He freed his war bow from its saddle scabbard and chose the proper arrow for his quarry. His quiver held war arrows that could pierce armor at close range, and steel-tipped arrows with sharp barbs for wounding war horses. The majority of the arrows were long-flight arrows for harassing the enemy from a distance. Mounted people of the steppe, would ride at their enemies and lose a stream of arrows at extreme range, retreat, and repeat.

The enemy would be wounded, annoyed, their horses fearful, their ranks becoming disorganized. The horse archers did the job of weakening the enemy, so that the men on the giant armored warhorses would have an easier job, thundering down on the disorganized enemy.

That was the theory, but it was an old trick, and a well-trained enemy found ways of countering it, so that the charge of the heavy horse or the heavy infantry was not easy; many would die in the fray and the side that won, was often the first to break, their morale dissolved often only minutes before their opponent.

Battle was such a game of chance. Little wonder most commanders preferred to outmaneuver their enemy and force them into a spot, where they were forced to retreat, surrender, or negotiate.

But now, Pawel did not need any of those arrows. He picked a light-shafted arrow with a small deadly tip. It would fly fast, but only for a short distance. Thus, he could kill game on the run from the fire and have it for his midday meal.

But the smoke was driving the animals more than the fire, so they left the forest on the trot, not a full-panicked run.

After passing on some young deer, Pawel loosed on a fat doe. She fell at the shot, bağcılar escort but still breathed. Pawel brought Hatchet up to his prey, and dismounted to slit its throat to kill the animal and bleed it out.

Pawel gutted the deer, saving the heart and liver, putting the lungs, stomach and intestines to one side. These would be devoured later by the predators of the area, the four-legged predators.

As he worked, the last of the forest creatures left the forest. Pawel could now feel the heat of the flames, though he was one-hundred meters from the tree line.

“All my children have left their home. Now they have no home.”

This he heard over and over, first a whisper on the wind, then amid the crackling of the fire, now as a howl of anguish.

Through the dispersing, scented, dense smoke of the conflagration Pawel had created, strode a human figure…as small as a large child, but no child.

A woman! Her hair was that of marsh grass in summer, a pale-tan brown, unkempt, it was fully half as long as she was tall.

Protecting her sex, was a luxuriant bed of the same color, but twisted and curly with twigs and forest debris mixed in.

Her arms were thin and long, ending in large, strong, calloused hands, encrusted with the dark soil of the land.

She was filthy all over, save for areas around her nipples and mouth

Her nipples dripped milk, and Pawel realized that she was suckling herself to live!

He was moved to the greatest pity, sorrow, and horror of all his eventful life. This being looked impossibly old, frail, and emaciated. Pawel had the mixture of his feelings for women, the elderly, the poor, and the hungry added to the need to clothe the naked soul.

That was his first thought — to place his war cloak, thick and heavy, on this being. It proved too heavy for her frail frame to manage! And she recoiled, as if not used to anything other than the earth or rainwater touching her skin.

Pawel understood some of her distress…Having already removed his cloak, he removed his tunic…but that was of heavy wool, as well. Down to his silk shirt, he doffed that and protected her modesty with that.

It was unlikely that this Forest Lady, as Pawel dubbed her, had ever been in contact with the concept of modesty, but the minimal extra warmth calmed her, or perhaps it was the smoothness of the material, weightless but still giving protection.

Pawel’s heart broke when she nestled into his arms….and wept.

“My children…have fled, they have no home.”

Pawel had the beliefs of the steppe deep in his soul — his people believed they could receive all the qualities of the animal — bravery, strength, and agility — from eating the heart of a freshly killed deer.

Pawel sliced a bit and chewed, he knew enough, sadly, of starving people that they could not handle a sudden increase in food. He chewed the heart well, and approached the nearly comatose woman.

Her parched lips were slightly open, and he wet her lip with a finger moistened with his saliva. Her eyes opened slowly. “My child…I must eat my child to live.” And her eyes looked deeply sad, the sadness that goes beyond pain to the knowledge that deep inside a pretense was gone and the will to live emerged strong.

Thus it went for some time. The Forest Lady slept a good deal. At first, Pawel fed her only his saliva which had some of the deer essence in it, then pre-chewed a bit of the same meat. When they finished the heart, they devoured the liver…in the meantime, Pawel cut the rest of the deer into strips and smoked the meat over willow branches.

He moved himself and the woman into one of the huts, that had been abandoned by the villagers, and not trashed too badly by soldiers.

He boiled water from the old well after he determined it had not been fouled with dead things to prevent it from being used by an enemy. With this water, he made teas from the herbs he always carried. Whenever he could, he collected the herbs that the coici of the steppe taught him were good medicine for various ailments, relaxing drinks, or energizing potions.

Slowly, the Forest Lady grew stronger. She took nourishment well, for the most part. More than a few times, Pawel needed to cleanse her fouled bottom. Usually, it was Pawel’s fault, or so he told himself. Foods that were too rich, her body could not handle.

Once Pawel found a cow that had run wild, her calf dead at her side, her udders painfully swollen. To Pawel, a gift from heaven…all that milk for drinking, cooking, for fermenting. ümraniye escort But not the Forest Lady, her gut rebelled.

As she grew healthier, she shed the clothes she wore that Pawel had given her. His shirt was beyond repair; it was torn and dirty. So far, the Forest Lady resisted all attempts to bathe her…she generally groomed her own privates, repairing to a private place for necessary functions. But otherwise, she was pretty ripe. Pawel was allowed to comb out her long hair, which was much better textured, now that she was eating.

After a bit, Pawel realized that they did not share a language. Of course, he had first ‘heard’ her when they met, but he now realized it was all in his mind…she translated what she spoke into understandable language in his head.

As she grew stronger and the supply of dried venison diminished, Pawel did more hunting and gathering. The Forest Lady was also formidable as a forager. Still, Pawel was itching to move. He thought with the forest gone, the Forest Lady would follow him.

She seemed to tolerate him well enough and had recently been showing some signs of affection, little things, half smile, watching him as he worked, watching him as he bathed and shaved.

Once, he thought he caught her spying on him as he was about doing his necessary private business. It was hard to be sure, she blended easily into the forest. But this woman seemed to be more of a voyeur, than the average village boy.

The breakthrough on bathing came in the midst of a tremendous thunderstorm. The Forest Lady seemed greatly energized. She loved the thunder and lightning, and at the height of the storm, she danced in the downpour switching herself with branches and rubbing off the accumulated dirt with pine needles. In the midst of it, she came into the hut with Pawel, and communicated that she needed one of his herbs…as she rubbed the herbs on her wet skin and wet hair, it lathered up and produced a strong but pleasant fragrance.

“This is the scent, this is MY scent.” She smiled, as this registered deep in Pawel’s consciousness.

The cleanliness changed her more than anything. She was radiant and appeared many years younger. Her eyes took on that look, that Pawel recognized from other women, that said she desired to mate with him.

She ‘spoke’, “Pawel will lie with Devana.”

Pawel experienced a chill — he knew the name from the coici, they spoke of Devana as a friend to all women. But, she lived in the forests and there were no forests in the steppe, so none of the women of the steppe honored her, but they knew of her.

Pawel heard her again, “Do not be afraid. I thank Pawel for saving me. I honor Pawel by asking him to lie with me. I NEED Pawel to lie with me.”

About as blunt a proposal as Pawel had ever gotten. Pawel came from a steppe culture, where women always initiated sex. Among his people, it was the summoning. No man could lie with a woman, unless he was summoned by her.

He heard himself saying, “I must bathe also before lying with Devana. It is proper.” And so, Pawel stepped out into the storm with a handful of the same herbs to cleanse and scent his body.

There was nothing unusual in lying with a goddess. She was as many women were, except she was very old and yet recently rejuvenated. Her breasts were not as a young bride’s, but were still not the saggy tits of a baci. She was more energetic than the average woman in the act, but not unusually so…she was in control, but not in a way that would unman any male.

It was very, very pleasant.

In the morning, Pawel awoke alone in the bed…the old peasant bed had new straw, and was scented with fresh herbs that helped one sleep.

Devana was out…looking at the dawn…she was transformed…even more than the thunderstorm transformed her.

She turned to watch Pawel stare. He heard, “Yes, you see correctly. I am transformed. I told you I needed you and I do.

“Do not be afraid. I will make demands on you, but never more than you can meet. The male essence, the seed, the act of penetrating my body are necessary for my survival, for me to thrive — for me to LIVE. I must live with Pawel. Please, you must help me to live.”

And so she did, and she lives to this day. She was saved by Pawel, and now lives as she did before the village and the forest died. But that is a tale for another time.

For now you must know, lecherous reader, that she needed Pawel’s seed every day; she thrived on it, and not just in the usual way. She did not need to procreate, so even though she greatly enjoyed the way that brought life to the womb, she took Pawel in every orifice; enjoying his manhood in her alley of elimination, as well as her means of ingestion.

For, gentle reader, she needed the man seed to live and be powerful.

(Pawel will tell the scribe more of his adventures with the Forest Goddess: Devana. I thank kenjisato, my editor, for making sense of my prose.)

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Chapter 2- Excursion

Journal Entry, May 7, 2030-

After the first twenty-four hours, I was relieved to see that Hanford hadn’t been nuked. I knew this must be the case because we were still alive. If Hanford had been nuked the fallout would’ve been devastating for miles. However, I still hadn’t heard from Eleanor or Theresa and that worried me. Of course, we weren’t in an area covered by any cell service, and the bunker was practically a Faraday cage. The only antenna was for the radio, and that was still static.

We were outside four days later when we witnessed the sky lighting up high in the atmosphere. It was an explosion. A nuke I think. We ran back into the compound but nothing happened after that. Every day I turned on the radio hoping to hear a voice, hoping to hear some sort of news, but there was nothing. Only static.

—-(!)—-

Journal Entry, May 13, 2030-

Two days later, a week had passed since D-day and still, Eleanor and the girls hadn’t shown up. I consoled myself by saying that at least I knew the approximate location of where they were and who they were with, as long as they survived. The problem, as I saw it, was that there was no cell service where my compound was, and there was only one service in Kahlotus. Landlines weren’t even out in my particular direction. We were truly isolated, and that was great! That was exactly what I wanted if my family had been here with me. However, they were not. So, now I would have to drive back to Highway 395 to find a cell tower and hope that it worked.

—-(!)—-

Journal Entry, May 20, 2030-

It took me another week after the EMP to decide that we had to see if we could get any cell service. However, the day I was going to announce our excursion, I was awakened to the bunker shaking like a mad animal trying to dislodge a colony of fleas. It was as if an earthquake was happening. Picking myself up off the floor I ran for the garage. I found Esmeralda and Fernanda stumbling about and screaming as they ran naked from the bathroom. Nathan and Marisol were nowhere to be seen. Most likely they were still in their room sleeping. Well, maybe not sleeping.

Taking Esmeralda and Fernanda by the hand, and despite their nudity, I led them to the garage and outside where I found that smoke filled the air to the point where the sun was nothing more than a small red dim glow in the sky. I didn’t hear Nathan and Marisol come stumbling up behind us. I was too busy looking around and listening. I couldn’t see them, but I heard hundreds of aircraft. Helicopters and airplanes of all sizes. There was no gunfire above us. That came later several miles away downriver, but the sound carried so that we heard the battle as if it were right in front of us.

We felt hundreds if not thousands of bombs detonating as they impacted with their targets. Turning around, I immediately guided Esmeralda and Fernanda back under the cover of our bunker while I left Nathan and Marisol clutching each other and looking out at the haze as they listened to the horror that was happening seemingly so close to us.

—-(!)—-

Journal Entry, June 6, 2030-

Two more weeks passed and during that time the bunker was shaken repeatedly by explosions in the surrounding areas. The only thing I can think of nearby that was worth any strategic value was the dam. However, why were they still fighting over it if they had bombed it, I had no idea. And, whatever the reason, I never found out.

The bunker, however, I am proud to say, held together perfectly other than a few cracked seams in the sheetrock here and there, and a small plumbing repair in the bathrooms after the initial bombing started. At night, just after sundown, I inspected the windmill generators, the carefully hidden solar panels, and the batteries. During the day, my time was filled with taking stock of the foodstuffs and checking the water pump, reservoirs, and plumbing. Everyone else also began falling into a rhythm of everyday life.

Nathan followed me around the bunker as I educated him on what everything was, what it did, and how to fix it. Esmeralda governed her girls well. She took turns teaching them her cooking techniques and maintaining the cleanliness of our domicile. With there being just five of us, there wasn’t much to do. Still, I never heard one complaint from them about the work. It was a great and mighty difference from the complaining I heard from Eleanor and my children about their chores.

As the weeks passed by, I knew Eleanor knew where the bunker was. If she had returned to Kennewick somehow, I knew that she knew to come here. However, it didn’t stop me from thinking about leaving to find her every day. I thought about it, but then I went outside and I could still hear the thump and rumble of artillery shelling and understood it was still too dangerous to leave the bunker.

—-(!)—-

Journal Entry, July 1, 2030-

After two months, I reluctantly admitted that I may never see Eleanor or my daughters ever again, and then I cried that night at the dinner table while Fernanda and Esmeralda stood beside me and comforted çeşme escort me.

We were less than a month in the bunker when Nathan and Marisol’s relationship progressed to the point where they were sleeping together, and fucking regularly. So, no one was surprised when Marisol announced a few days later that she was pregnant. Two weeks later, Nathan came to me while I was making my rounds.

“Dad,” He mumbled.

“What son?” I asked.

“Marisol tells me that I must ask you for her hand in marriage,” He said with more than a little confusion in his voice.

“Really?” I replied.

“Yeah, some nonsense about her, her sister, and her mother all being your property since you killed her dad,” Nathan said scornfully, clearly not believing any of it, “Anyway, Marisol wants some form of ceremony. I think. Or, at least, some sort of formal transition from being your property to being mine.”

“Okay,” I said, “I will work something out.”

“Thanks, Dad,” He replied with a relieved smile.

I spent that night finding the best paper I could, and my calligraphy pens. I wasn’t sure that they were here at the bunker. There was a definite possibility they were still at the house in Kennewick if it still stood. It turned out that I had a set in one of my toolboxes, so, I set about designing and fabricating three Titles of Ownership, and my sigil. Then, over the next several days, in the evening after all my work was finished, I made Titles and Certificates of Ownership for Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol. They were not letting this whole ownership and property thing go, so maybe it was time to formalize what they believed. My crowning achievement was a Marriage Certificate for Nathan and Marisol. And then two weeks later, I had Esmeralda, Fernanda, Marisol, and Nathan dressed in their finest clothes.

—-(!)—-

Journal Entry, August 5, 2030-

It was a beautiful day outside. For once I didn’t hear any planes, artillery shelling, or guns echoing up the Snake River, so I performed the ceremony just outside the garage.

“Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol,” I said once they were all lined up with Nathan standing beside Marisol, “You told me the first day we met that since I killed your husband, you and your daughters are my property and that you hoped I would take responsibility. Well, it has taken some time, but I concede to your wishes. I will take responsibility. If you are going to be my property then it is time you had proof of your standing in my home.”

With that, I opened a box that used to be Eleanor’s for keepsakes. I still had them in my room. I pulled out three rolled certificates and handed the first one tied with a pink ribbon to Esmeralda. The second one was tied with a green ribbon, and I handed that to Fernanda. The last one was tied with a red ribbon, and I handed that to Marisol.

The women untied the ribbons and read their Certificates of Ownership while I explained what they were reading, “It took me some time to research slavery, and finally I had to go to the bible for a version of it I could accept. It is the only version of slavery where the slaves do have some rights. Such as they are, you will find that I have documented those rights on your certificates. I have detailed your responsibilities and my expectations. And, I have documented what my obligations are to you. I have signed each certificate. I also have the Titles of Ownership, which I will secure in my safe, after you agree to the terms and sign the document.”

Strangely, Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol all wore big smiles. One by one they approached the table I set up and used one of my calligraphy pens to sign over ownership of their persons. Once that was complete, I presented the new Marriage Certificate to Nathan.

“Nathan,” I said with a broad smile, “Two weeks ago, you came and asked me for Marisol’s hand in marriage. I’m not a priest so I can not marry you as I was to your mother. What I can do is present you with this Marriage Certificate, marrying you, Jonathan Sutton II, to Marisol Martinez-Gutierrez.”

I handed the Marriage Certificate over to Nathan, and he accepted it graciously. He turned to his bride then and they kissed soundly.

We all watched for several seconds and then I cleared my throat to let Nathan know that the ceremony was not over yet. Flushed and smiling, the two lovers turned back to me expectantly.

I gave them a warm grin, and then completed the ceremony, “Before I have you take your vows I want to explain some things that I feel that you, particularly, Nathan, may not understand since neither you nor I grew up with slavery as a common thing in our lives. I had to do a lot of research.”

Nathan gave me a nod and I continued, “Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol have willingly given themselves into my hands to be their owner. I am not their husband but their owner. As such it is my right to give my possessions to whomever I wish. Therefore I am giving Marisol to you as a wife only. You do not own her. I do. Should you abuse her, I will take her from you. Should you abandon başakşehir escort her, I will take her back. Should you die, she will always have a place in my house, her and your children. Should you wish to leave, you ask me, and depending on her wishes I will let her go with you, or not. Do you understand?”

“She is mine, but she is not,” He replied somewhat bitterly now.

I nodded, then said, “This is according to the marriage customs I could find regarding a master of a slave girl given to a male in his household.”

Nathan looked grave, but then, he should. This was serious.

He nodded his head though, and said, “Yes Dad. Thank you.”

I had him and Marisol take their vows as Esmeralda and Fernanda watched and witnessed. When it was finished, Nathan pulled Marisol in for another passionate kiss, then went back inside and celebrated. Esmeralda had made all of Nathan and Marisol’s favorite dishes. For me, she made margaritas. Very very strong margaritas.

That night, after Nathan and Marisol retire to their room for their honeymoon, Esmeralda and Fernanda help me to my bed. I was drunk, and I knew it very well. However, I couldn’t settle down. I was incredibly horny. Eleanor and I had never been separated for so long in our entire twenty-four years of marriage, and now, I have been celibate for more than two months. Just looking at the fact that we have twelve children is proof that we had ravenous sex drives. We had sex every day. Multiple times with multiple orgasms. And so, I had an itch. A tingling under my skin. Nervousness that I just could not overcome, and left me tossing and turning in bed. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Eleanor. I smelled her. I felt her. Then, I heard the door creak open and then close. There was a long silence but for the soft footfalls of small feet before Esmeralda climbed into bed with me.

She was wearing perfume. Not Eleanor’s. Her own. It was the smell I always smelled when she was around. Soft lavender and tulips. She was naked as her soft warm body climbed under the covers with me. Her very large breasts were full and soft and natural. I could feel her nipples moved across my chest. My dick was already erect. I couldn’t help it. I was so horny. First, her knee hit my dick, and then her hand flashed down and took a hold of me. It was so wonderful to be held by a woman again, a relief to be grabbed and groped.

Esmeralda must have thought I was asleep because she never spoke. She kissed my chest, she slowly pumped my dick, and then she slowly mounted me. She was straddling my hips, she had one hand on my chest, and then I felt rather than saw her pussylips slide over my dick. They were very wet, and cool. Then my head slipped inside her vagina and she was so hot!

She was lowering her body slowly down my dick, but I couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer. I moved suddenly causing Esmeralda to gasp as I grabbed her hips and slammed her down my dick!

As she went down, I thrust up!

Esmeralda gasped and moaned, and I could tell her sounds were that of the purest delight. In a fury, she started rocking her hips and a galloping pace. Simultaneously she fell upon my body crushing her fat F-cup breasts against my chest, and then her lovely mouth was pressed against mine in a kiss that was nothing but raging passion. She bit at my bottom lip. She forced her tongue into my mouth. She suckled my tongue and lips. These were all things I like to do to Eleanor, and it was a veritable battle to dominate the little woman so that I could suck on her lips, force my tongue into her mouth, and suckle her!

With a growl, I rolled us over so that she was beneath me as she giggled delightedly. She spread her legs wide and I pounded her pussy hard and fast, then she wrapped her legs around my hips so that as I withdrew I pulled her along with me before thrusting back inside. Her voluptuous ass and my balls slapped together in resounding claps that filled the room and echoed off the walls, and then Esmeralda began to moan and wail as she climaxed!

Her whole body tightened around me. Her arms, legs, and vagina! I couldn’t withstand it. I had been celibate too long. My balls tingled, they roiled, they boiled, they churned excruciatingly. My body was tingling so badly that my mind was frenzied. I had to cum. I had to! I HAD TO!

It was as if somebody suddenly turned over a boiling pot. Heat surged up my groin and up my belly. My legs shook as ice shot through the heat like lightning, and then I was slamming my dick as deep inside Esmeralda as I could. I felt like I hit her cervix and pushed right into her womb and exploded!

In every metaphorical way I could explode, I did. Emotionally. Spiritually. Physically. My mind and body reeled in euphoric exaltation and ultimate sexual gratification, and then the surge of energy, strength, and vitality was gone as fast as it came and I collapsed on top of her. For the next several minutes we panted over our exertions, and then we started kissing.

“I love you!” Esmeralda whispered over and over again, “I love küçükçekmece escort you. I love you. I love you!”

Slowly, as we recovered, I started fucking my dick inside her again. I came twice more. Esmeralda climaxed four times. Every time I filled her womb with seed as she accepted it gratefully, even begging me to cum inside her more.

After my third time, her sixth, we were cuddling and languishing in our satisfaction when the door creaked open and Fernanda came into the room. It was still dark, so she didn’t see that her mother was already with me, nor that we were awake. Her soft footfalls gave away her location as she made her way across my room, pulled the coverlet back, and climbed in. Like her mother, she too was naked. I could feel her pubic mound pressing into my thigh as she threw one leg over mine. I could feel her soft belly moving with her breathing against my side, and I could feel her small soft breasts pressing into my ribs. Fernanda was wearing perfume as well. The same perfume as her mother. Maybe that was why she could not smell that her mother was already here in bed with me.

Raising my hand above me, I found a very low-watt lamp attached to the headboard of my bed. I flipped the switch and my room was filled with just enough light that Eleanor or I could have read a book by its illumination for a short time before bed. Tonight, however, it illuminated Esmeralda and Fernanda’s very naked bodies.

Fernanda’s onyx eyes opened wide in surprise and her mouth fell open when she saw her naked mother by my side. It only lasted but a minute before she grinned predatorily as her eye alighted on my dick, long and rigid and very eager.

“Is this for me?” She asked, her voice and Spanish accent thick with arousal.

“It is for me,” Esmeralda proclaimed triumphantly, but then gave her daughter a knowing smile and conceded by saying, “But, seeing as I always intended to share Jon with you, and seeing as he has already bred me many times, I will let you breed with him next.”

Turning to me she added, “Jon, this is her first time with a man. She is a virgin. Be gentle with her.”

“Mama!” Fernanda hissed!

Esmeralda only smiled as she said, “Well, you are! And trust me, you will not regret Jon showing you a little consideration later.”

To me, I just couldn’t believe my intoxicated senses. I had seen Esmeralda and Fernanda many many times completely naked while bathing. They always seemed to time their cleansing with my own. They were intoxicating to look upon, and now, I had them lying in my bed, reclining upon me. Esmeralda had just spent an hour, possibly hours, taking me into her body and loving me like I hadn’t been since Eleanor, and now, here was Fernanda. Both looked like raven-haired angels of seduction. Their onyx eyes gleamed. Their smiles were predatory. Their bodies were heavenly. Firm. Fine. Fleshy.

Esmeralda’s almost black hair fanned out behind her like a discarded cloak while Fernanda’s long almost black hair fell about her like a veil after having moved to straddle my hips. I had one arm behind Esmeralda with my fingers caressing her back and the upper rises of her ass cheeks while her mighty F-cup breasts pressed firmly against my chest. She leaned in and we kissed just as she placed a hand upon her daughter’s thigh and ran it up to Fernanda’s hip.

When Esmeralda pulled back from our kiss she whispered huskily, “Rise Fernanda, and grab our Master’s phallus.”

Fernanda did as she was bid but before she could guide her pussy to my dick Esmeralda suddenly moved her hand across Fernanda’s soft flat belly, past her completely hairless pubic mound, and slid her middle finger between her daughter’s labia and up inside her vagina.

Fernanda gasped as her mother’s finger suddenly pierced her hymen! But before either of us could react Esmeralda slowly withdrew her finger from her daughter’s sex and placed her middle finger upon her lips, glossing them with Fernanda’s lubrication and virginal blood, then she glossed Fernanda’s lips, and then she pressed her middle finger into my mouth as she whispered, “Taste, my love, Fernanda’s virginity. Tonight we three are united as one. I am forever your property, Jon Sutton!”

“I am forever your property, Jon Sutton,” Fernanda proclaimed as she sank her tight, young, virginal body down around my dick.

It all had the feel of a ritual or ceremony. And even though we were not married, neither woman seemed to desire marriage with me since that would exclude the other, and yet this little ceremony gave me the feeling that in a way I had just married both of them. Sealed and sanctified by Fernanda’s virgin blood.

The guilt I felt at betraying Eleanor stabbed me through the heart a million times, but my intoxication and need for sexual relief dulled that ache until morning.

Fernanda’s hips were broader than either her mother’s or sister’s. So as she sat atop me I was rewarded with a splendid view of the way her thighs curved to her hips and ass. The way her hips curved to her waist. The way her femininely flat belly, meaning it had defined indentation leading from her sternum to her teardrop navel splitting her abdomen into a two-pack, she had the subtle rise of a fatty hillock shape like a crescent moon that surrounded the sides at the bottom of her navel, and from their that crescent hillock spread out and swept down to broad hips, thick thighs, and the most perfect, baby smooth, cameltoe pussy I have ever seen.

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Chapter Six

“What do you mean, ‘you want in?'”

“What the fuck do you think I mean, Will?” Dina said to him, amusement in her voice. “April’s made it clear that she and Lacey need help keeping your sexual impulses in check, because you’re a fucking animal in all the best ways. I can help manage those impulses, exhaust and contain them. I want to be a part of this little poly unit you’ve got going on here. I’m tired of seeing my teaching assistant hobbling into my classroom, like she’s too sore to close her legs properly. You obviously need a more mature and experienced woman in your rotation, someone who’s capable of managing your more extreme appetites. Can I come in, or are you going to make me stand on the fucking stoop in the fucking snow all night?”

Will sighed, although on the inside he was smiling wide. “Yeah, okay, c’mon on. I’m letting all the heat out anyway.” He stepped aside to let her move into his place, the small woman almost barging into his entryway. He glanced out at the weather – the snow was threatening to get pretty rock’n’roll and depending on how long Dina was at his house, she might not be able to get out for a while – but it didn’t seem like Dina much cared, as she was already pulling off the parka, revealing a giant oversized Lilith Faire t-shirt that was tucked into her snow pants. She also had a massive purse, more like a satchel bag than the small clutches April and Lacey normally carried with them, and she set that on the table that Will and the girls kept their keys on in the entryway. “What’s your plan here? You think you can just walk over here, waggle your ass in front of me and I’m suddenly going to, what, get all worked up and just manhandle you? Fuck you senseless until you’re basking in the glow of it?”

She pulled off one snow boot, then the other. “That’s the plan, yessir,” she replied, stretching her toes out before tugging off the snow pants, revealing a tightly fitting pair of gray yoga pants. “Both of your girlfriends have apparently been complaining about you having the sexual appetite of a jackrabbit on speed, and you need to keep that libido in check. So, I’m here to offer to join in on the cadre of women needed to quell such thirsty lusts.”

Will laughed, rolling his eyes a little, as he walked into his living room, where April and Lacey were watching a British television show called ‘Love Island’ on Hulu, and they looked up, pushing pause on the remote. Will had watched it with them from time to time, and while it was fun ogling hot British girls now and then, he also found some of the drama overly ridiculous and some of the fights between people obviously forced for the sake of entertainment. “Ladies, Dina here’s asking if she can join this weird little family unit, but before I even consider it, she’s got to convince you two that she’s got what it takes to earn a place in our bed. Once she’s past the gatekeepers, maybe I’ll consider letting her into the bed.”

“I’m not buying it,” Lacey said, rolling her eyes from her throne seat on the couch. “I think she wants all the benefits without any of the work.”

“The work?” Dina asked, placing her hand on her hip.

“Washing the sheets, like, every damn night, for starters,” April laughed. “Laundry is a massive task around here, because of all the sweat and sex funk. Shit, you can probably smell it right now. No matter what we try, it basically always smells like we’ve just fucked ten minutes ago.”

Will had strolled over to his armchair, sitting down in it, seeing that Dina was clearly struggling to manage with the heavy scent of their sex in the air, the aroma of it filling her nostrils once more, as the woman shifted her weight nervously in front of them. He could see that even through the heavy, baggy shirt the woman was wearing, her nipples were already stiff as all hell, the indentations of them visible through the thick cloth.

“Right,” Lacey said, “when in reality it was more like an hour ago. I still feel full, warm in the belly, almost a little drunk.”

“He did fill you up pretty good,” April giggled. “I can almost smell that more than the sweat. The primal scent of our man’s seed.”

Both Lacey and April were dressed sort of like Dina, in big, baggy t-shirts (both of which were Will’s) and yoga pants, red for Lacey and black for April, the two sitting with their legs decently spread wide. “You can smell it too, can’t you, Dina?”

“W-w-w-what?”

“Yeah, look at her face,” Lacey said, licking her lips, her hand sliding along her own stomach. “She can’t even look over at him right now because she’s so worked up. But that’s good. She shouldn’t be looking at him. She should be looking at us, or more specifically, me. Because I’m Will’s leading lady. I’m the Head Bitch In Charge. I got here first, and I staked my fucking claim. That means if she wants a spot on the rotation, she’s got to convince me.”

“Convince y-y-y-you?” tuzla escort Dina stammered, looking towards Will for a second before turning her eyes back to Lacey, realizing he wasn’t going to help her here. “How would I do that?”

“You have to prove you’re willing to do anything and everything for the whole clan,” Lacey said. “Start by stripping.”

“W-w-w-what?” All the confidence and bluster Dina had initially brought with her had been extinguished in seconds, but the woman did her best to stand her ground and recover her poise. “Here?”

“It’s just us right now,” Lacey said, “but who the hell knows how many bitches we’re going to need to get in here to keep Will satisfied? So, if you can’t strip in front of us, how the hell are you going to do it when there’s even more of us? Either start taking clothes off or put’em back on and get the fuck out of our house.”

Dina looked down at her feet, nervous for a moment before she reached down and pulled her shirt upwards, tugging it off, exposing small, perky breasts with tiny brown nipples on top of them. She was built like a ballet dancer – slender and muscular without the muscle definition being the dominant feature. And Dina didn’t stop there, pushing her yoga pants and the panties beneath down to her ankles, stepping out of them, leaving her in just her socks. A moment later, she shed those as well, folded her wrists behind her back and then looked up at Lacey with her confidence returned, determined to do whatever it took to earn her place, the lure of Will’s sexual potential too sweet to walk away from. “Good enough?” She had a small rectangle of black hair above her pussy and had clearly shaved her legs right before coming over to Will’s. She was excited as all hell, as well. Will could see a bit of clear slickness on the inside of her thighs.

“It’s a start.” Lacey seemed to be reveling in her new position. “But before we even consider letting you have a turn with our man, maybe we should make sure you can tend to us first. The family takes care of and tends to each other.”

Will’s eyes threatened to bulge a little, but he did his very best to retain his composure and not look at all surprised by this, although inside his mind, he was wondering just how far Lacey intended to take this. He knew Lacey liked to play at being the firm hand, but where she drew the line was still unknown to him. However far he thought she was going to take it, though, her next stop blew past that by miles and miles and miles.

Lacey pulled the shirt up and over her head to expose her chest, her breasts a little bigger than Dina’s, but she didn’t stop there, reaching down to push off her own yoga pants, tossing them aside before slowly opening her legs, revealing her freshly fucked pussy, still lightly drooling a little of Will’s spunk. “I’ve got a cuntful of Will’s cum right now,” Lacey said, slowly swaying one of her thighs, her hand sliding over her belly. “If I’m kind enough to share it with you, will you savor it?”

‘Holy fucking shit,’ Will thought, his brain starting to panic. ‘This is too much, this is too fast, this is where she bails, this is—’

Dina dropped down to her knees and moved to press her lips against the inside of Lacey’s thigh, as April giggled slightly, watching her teacher’s tongue snake out to flick along Lacey’s flesh. All three of them were a little taken aback at how fast Dina started making her way up to let her tongue explore higher and higher. And before anyone had even really seen it coming, Dina’s lips were pressed up against Lacey’s pussy, her tongue working up inside of Lacey’s snatch as the redhead reached a hand down to hold Dina’s head from pulling back, although it looked more like Dina was simply going to continue feasting.

“I think she really wants you, baby,” Lacey moaned, “because she is giving this 120%, and she doesn’t even want to back off. I mean, fucking hell, me and April have had a bit of fun like this before, but she’s trying to lick up every bit of your cum like it’s the tastiest thing she’s ever had. My God, that tongue is fucking eeeeeeeeeverywhere.”

Dina must’ve hit a particular spot as Lacey’s hips suddenly shoved up towards Dina’s face, and instead of being thrown by it, Dina just redoubled her efforts, and the sloppy sounds grew noisier, which only made April giggle even harder.

“Fuck baby, this prof’s going to fucking town and putting down her goddamn flag!”

That was when Will noticed it wasn’t just that – Dina was tick-tocking her ass back and forth like a pendulum, slow, lingering sways, trying to draw Will’s eye to it, inviting him to look, promising him that he could do more, far more, and that all Dina would do would be to say thank you and ask him not to stop.

He wanted to be patient.

He really did.

Patience was underappreciated.

He normally valued patience.

But pendik escort right now…?

Fuck that.

He slipped up from his seat quietly, seeing April rubbing her hands together in anticipation as Will moved to get in behind Dina. He wasn’t sure how he wanted to do this, because to get a good angle, he would need to get down on his knees and lose some of his leverage but if he moved her at all, it would give up the element of surprise.

“I know we all joked around she had a silver tongue, Will,” Lacey groaned, her red hair a tangle of errant curls, “but her tongue isn’t going to quit until it gets every last speck of your jizz…”

Will looked and pulled over a footstool with his ankle, dragging it over before lifting up Dina’s hips, raising her knees high enough for him to slip the footstool underneath her legs, bring her up higher. His hand reached down and slapped her toned and slender ass, which made her shift her posture and spread her legs a little wider, as much as she could without sliding off the small footstool.

She wanted him to know that he had access and an open invitation.

Before he knew it, he’d unzipped his jeans and just tucked them down enough to pull out his cock, leaving them still somewhat around his hips, as he moved to rub the length of cock along Dina’s drenched slit, feeling her slather him up in juices before he aligned properly, his hands square on her hips, as he rammed towards her, shoving his dick down as far as her depths would take him, a loud squeal of delight muffled by the fact that Dina had her face buried against Lacey’s cunt.

Dina’s pussy was tight, almost uncomfortably so, but there was also something exquisite about her velvety clenched walls around his shaft. She was trying to throb around him, and he suspected her throbbing spasms were either her attempt to manage the overwhelming sensations that were blasting through her nervous system, to encourage him to continue fucking her, or, most likely, both.

Not that Will needed much in the way of encouragement.

His hips slammed against hers hard enough to make even the highly toned flesh of her ass jiggle a little, rippling with the force of his body colliding with hers, and each smack resulting in a feral moan from Dina directly against Lacey. But Will noticed one little thing he suspected neither Lacey or April had picked up on – Dina’s ankles were pressing against the outside of Will’s calves, not to get him to ease up, but to draw him further in.

He couldn’t quite get his entire cock inside of Dina’s hungry pussy, to his own surprise, feeling the head of his cock thumping against the back of her snatch, her body wanting to yield but unable to accommodate that last inch or so of his shaft. Not for her lack of trying, though, because even though he suspected it might be a little painful, she was trying to push back against him with enough force to get the last bit inside of her, although she couldn’t quite get it.

Even though Will could feel his more primal side coming out, Dina was matching him beat for beat, one of her hands reached up to rub down against April’s pussy through her yoga pants before April pulled them down to her knees so Dina’s fingers could get inside of her.

The four of them were a single linked sexual organism, each of them feeding into each other’s orgasms until finally Will brought it to a crescendo, grabbing Dina by the neck, pulling her up to slam her back against his chest as he leaned in and bit down at the top of her shoulder, which somehow seemed to set her off on an ear-splitting orgasm, her cunt locking down on his cock even while he pulsed and spat loads of his sticky white up inside of her, the two of them sharing a vibration on the same frequency.

It was a tangle of bodies, the four of them sprawled on top of one another on the couch, mostly just sort of piled up, Will beneath the three women, all of whom had snuggled against him in heated exhaustion, the whole house reeking of sweat and cum and sex.

They all passed out that way.

It was early morning before any of them woke up, and Will was the first to do so, all three women still plastered against him, the foursome of them asleep on the couch, not having ever migrated to the bedroom. Lacey’s face was pressed in against his right shoulder, Dina’s head resting on his chest, April’s face against his left. He desperately wanted to get up and pee, but he didn’t have a chance before he felt the stirring of Dina, who slid down and off Will as Lacey and April rolled a little further away from him on the couch, giving him room to slip out from between them as he stepped into his kitchen, completely naked, as was Dina, although at some point in the night, she had apparently gotten up and bandaged his bite wound to her neck.

“Regretting your decision?” he asked her.

“Not at all,” maltepe escort Dina said with a laugh. “Although I will tell you I feel like my legs have permanently been bowed open a little bit. Walking isn’t supposed to be a challenge, you know. How the hell do you even get into pants with that monster?”

“You’re flattering, but it’s not that big,” Will said.

“It really is, Will,” Dina said, glancing down at it. “And if you don’t think it is, you may need to have your head examined.”

He glanced down and wondered if maybe it was bigger than it had been a few months ago. It seemed completely impossible, but at that point, he was starting to wonder if he should even use that word anymore.

Dina stretched her thin arms up and over her head, her body tensing up before relaxing. “Is it always quite that intense, or were you just giving a girl a first time where you were showing off a little?” She had a quiet smile on her face, almost mysterious and coy, a flirtatious nature to her, even though they’d just fucked themselves unconscious a few hours back.

“I’m just a guy trying to get through day-to-day life, Dina,” he said, opening the fridge to grab his Brita water filter from it. He opened one of his cupboards and grabbed a glass, setting it on the counter before filling it to the brim. He lifted the glass to his lips and drank it empty as Dina followed his lead and grabbed herself a glass, setting it down next to his so Will could fill them both. “Lemme tell you, though, I’m drinking so much more water than I used to.”

“Heavy exercise’ll do that to you. How did all this happen anyway?” Dina said, lifting her glass up but not yet drinking from it. “Despite your… sexual appetite, you almost seem a little disinterested in flirting with women, and yet, you’ve got three. And, speaking truth to power here, I think we’re still going to need another two or three more around this place before we’re finally able to keep up with your hungers. Have you always been like this?”

He shook his head. Despite how cold it was outside, the house felt almost a little like a sauna, and he wondered if one of the girls had cranked up the heat to something obscene again. “Started up a little after the beginning of the fall semester. Lacey, who’d never so much as given me a second look, suddenly decided she needed to fuck me like her life depended on it. I didn’t believe her, and so I basically shrugged off all her attempts to draw me in.”

“Shrugged them off?”

“Oh, she was wearing low cut tops, short skirts, bending over in my direction, practically doing everything she could think of to get my attention, but it all felt so… I dunno,” he sighed, watching her take a sip from her water glass. “It felt like she was just doing it because she wasn’t used to anyone, and I do mean anyone ever, not doing exactly what she wanted them to do. She was one of the most notorious cockteases on campus, enjoying getting men worked up before telling them she’d changed her mind and leaving them with blue balls. I didn’t have any interest in being another notch on her belt, so I figured if I didn’t give her any attention, her fixation would flitter onto the next shiny guy she came across. I had to just be a momentary distraction, made all the more alluring by my refusal to engage with her, and she’d be bored soon enough, I guessed.”

“Didn’t work out that way, huh?”

“It was almost like the refusal hurt her, like she had to take a good look at what she’d been doing in how she treated men on the whole, because she desperately wanted me to like her, and I wouldn’t, not when she was just going to use me and discard me. That’s when this new Lacey sort of showed up.”

“New how?”

“It went from ‘I want you to want me’ as Cheap Trick would say to ‘what can I do to make you happy?’ I mean, there’s still hints of the old Lacey around the fringes, but when she catches herself acting that way, it’s almost like she gets angry at herself, and she readjusts, setting me and my wants back on top of the food pyramid. And she doesn’t let me dodge questions on the subject. She wants to make sure I’m happy, provided, taken care of, and in exchange, I’ll…” Will laughed. “I guess I’ll keep her well-fucked and well-protected.”

“So when you said you wanted a second woman—”

“Whoa!” Will said. “None of that, of this, of any of this, was my idea. Lacey brought in April, and April suggested we bring in you. I told Lacey that when it was just me and her that I was happy, but she said she knew she couldn’t do enough to keep me satisfied. And she told me I’d be doing her a favor by getting someone to help divvy up my sexual energy. So we looked into April, and April was more than happy to join in, once she’d sort of shed the false pretense she was putting on.”

“False pretense?”

“She’d joined some local church who’d convinced her that joy, sex, happiness – that all that stuff wasn’t the sort of thing that people deserved,” Will scoffed. “They believed in suffering like Jesus did, that all their members had to be suffering, and that they had to make everyone else miserable by pointing out how they were going against God’s wishes. I mean, that’s how it seemed to me, but I’m sure she had to get something out of it.”

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With every step forward, Daniella’s heart pounded harder, her body shaking with unease. For the hundredth time that morning, she checked the map her faculty advisor had given her. The map, which he had said would lead her to a particularly active butterfly breeding ground, was old and worn from years of use. Her advisor was nearing retirement, after all.

She paused as she stared at the map and checked her compass again. She was deep in the forested mountains and had been hiking for over four hours already. She had always been good at orienteering, and while there wasn’t a well-marked trail to follow, she had easily found the landmarks notated on the map.

She had crossed the slow-moving, lazy late summer river. She had skirted the sheer cliff face that resembled a sleeping giant. Then had come a wide flat meadow dotted with lupine and snow drops. And now, she was in the middle of a large wooded mountain, following the winding path of a small stream.

She was definitely going in the right direction. But the forest around her felt wrong. The trees around her were old growth, very old. They towered far above her and seemed almost to stare down at her with cold malice.

Some time ago — she’s wasn’t sure when — the forest had grown eerily quiet. The summertime hum of crickets and cicadas had petered out. The chirps and squawks of woodland birds had gone silent. The high mountain chipmunks that were usually so curious about hikers, or at the very least put up a fuss if you came too close their nests, were nowhere to be found.

Daniella drew in a deep, shuddering breath and tried to slow her racing heart. In the unnaturally still woods there was nothing to muffle the sound of her harsh breathing. She wondered a little wildly how far the sound of her panting breaths would carry. She tried to quiet her thoughts. Panicking was a surefire way to a quick, pointless, and preventable death in the wilderness.

She sipped her water and inhaled deeply until her breathing and heart were a little more under control. With her mind a bit clearer, she looked again at the map and mentally traced her path that morning. She was confident she had followed the map correctly, but she had been hiking for hours now and it didn’t feel like she was headed toward anywhere butterflies would congregate. There would be one last landmark to look out for, a grove of aspen trees tucked into a sharp bend in the stream she was following, and then she should be there.

Daniella put her water back in her pack and took stock of herself. She loved hiking and ran regularly, and she was just on the edge between a runner’s high and the long slide into true fatigue. Her legs were starting to get a light burn from exertion, but she felt good and nothing truly hurt.

She had started out early and by the looks of the map her destination wasn’t far. She just needed to keep herself from getting spooked over nothing and she would be able to document what her advisor had promised to be the most incredible butterfly gathering of her young career.

Daniella pulled her silky strawberry blonde hair out of her ponytail and combed her fingers through it to sooth herself before tying it back up in a messy bun. Bolstered by her short rest, the young ecologist continued up the mountainside.

An hour after passing the aspen grove and sharp bend in the river, Daniella stopped again. Now she was certain of it; she should have arrived at the butterfly breeding grounds by now. She had been hiking for over half the day and if the map was drawn to scale, she had been close to reaching her destination the last time she had stopped.

The aspen grove was practically drawn on top of her destination. There was no way it should have taken more than twenty minutes to find the butterfly breeding grounds once she had passed the unmistakable bend in the river.

The tension and fear Daniella had worked so hard to suppress all morning bloomed outward from her heart and settled sourly in her stomach. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation: she was lost.

The sun was high in the sky now, shining with the full intensity of high summer, but she was practically freezing. She rubbed her bare arms as she walked, more unnerved than ever. The sky was clear, bright blue without a hint of cloud cover. She should have been sweating.

She had dressed for summer in a sports bra, mesh hiking shirt and shorts, and had even brought a small towel in case she wanted to take a dip along the way. She rubbed her arms in a futile effort to warm herself up and forced herself to walk faster. She just needed to get her blood pumping a bit more, she told herself.

Before long, Daniella was shivering so hard it was getting difficult to walk. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was time to give up. She unfolded her map again, staring in mute frustration at it. With a shaking fingers she unzipped her backpack and shoved the map inside. It was already early afternoon maltepe escort and if she wanted to make it back to her car by nightfall, she needed to turn around.

Maybe her advisor hadn’t gone in a long time and the butterflies had chosen a new breeding ground. She blew a sigh through her nose and started retracing her steps, keeping the stream she had followed through the woods in view.

Within minutes she entered the aspen grove and saw the creek bending sharply. Daniella paused and looked at her watch. She had hiked past the grove for an hour and it had taken her ten minutes to return to it. She frowned. Maybe the cold weather had made her sluggish? She shook her watch to wind it, just in case.

Daniella picked up her pace, eager to clear the grove and get back down the trail toward home. The complete stillness and silence for the last several hours combined with the bone-chilling weather had been enough. Now she was starting to wonder if dehydration or nerves were messing with her head.

Daniella checked her watch again. She had been half-walking, half-running through the aspen grove for over ten minutes. The bend in the river still seemed to be right ahead of her. That couldn’t be right. Daniella broke into a run, lungs burning from cold and heart pumping wildly from fear and exertion.

The tall, white trees became blurred shapes as tears filled her eyes, while the stream remained a constant flicker of silver to her left. When she couldn’t keep up her pace she slowed to a jog and finally a walk. She checked her watch in disbelief. She had been in the aspen grove for half an hour and it still stretched endlessly before her.

Daniella wanted to sit down and cry. She was exhausted and confused. She trudged forward slowly. The run had leeched the terror from her body, leaving behind burning lungs, parched throat and gnawing hunger. As soon as she felt cooled down enough to stop moving without cramping up, she crumpled into herself on the ground with her back to one of the trees.

Since there was nobody there to see her, Daniella let her unshed tears roll down her face. The only person who knew where she had gone was her faculty advisor, and he wouldn’t register her absence until at least Monday or even Tuesday. She didn’t have any roommates or a boyfriend to raise the alarm if she didn’t return from a hike. Her parents lived in another state and she only called home for holidays and birthdays, so they wouldn’t notice she was missing for months.

Daniella wiped her tears and pulled her lunch out of her backpack. She had planned to eat once she reached the butterflies, and she was starving now.

With a bit of food in her, she was starting to feel less shaky. She reasoned that she had to face facts. The only person who could help her was her, and that wasn’t anything new, was it? It had been a long time since anyone else had taken care of her.

She had put herself through college thousands of miles from home, and then had done the same through grad school. She told herself she was smart. She was an experienced hiker. She was brave. She just had to think logically, conserve her food and water, and continue along the way she had come.

Just as she was getting ready to get back up, a chipmunk skittered from around a tree, eying her trail mix with jittering curiosity. The tiny thing was gorgeous, with iridescent stripes down its back that shimmered green and purple in the light.

Daniella wanted desperately to get a closer look. She had never seen a chipmunk with that coloring before. As if it understood her, the little chipmunk chirped and started forward toward her. When it was within reach it seemed to think better of getting too close and darted back to a tree a few feet away, disappearing in seconds.

Suddenly, the woods were alive again. Daniella noticed the buzz of insects interwoven with the rushing sound of the wind running through the aspen leaves and the hopping burble of the stream. She stood slowly, afraid to do anything that might upset the forest and cause it to go silent again.

Daniella crept along on silent feet, barely breathing. She kept the stream just in view and walked with measured paces, determined to keep a level head so that she could finally get home. Before long she started getting hot. She wondered how the temperature had risen so quickly without her noticing.

She glanced behind her and saw the sharp curve of the stream. Ahead of her, the aspens looked like they were thinning out. She thought she might be able to make out the dark green and brown of pine trees just beyond them. With profound relief Daniella picked up her pace. If she kept up a brisk pace, she would make it back to the parking lot before nightfall.

Daniella broke through the aspen trees and stopped abruptly. Instead of the pine forest she had expected, the stream had led her into an unending clearing dotted with — improbably manavgat escort — giant redwoods. She blinked in disbelief. The clearing was criss-crossed with meandering paths of soft, green moss bordered neatly by lush ferns.

Trees wider than houses and taller than she could see surged up from the forest floor, and between them swung delicate rope bridges. Daniella had the strangest sensation of falling as she stared at the beautiful settlement, and wondered for a moment if she was actually dreaming.

She didn’t see any people and the idea of calling out into the serene expanse of redwoods seemed as ludicrous as yelling in a cathedral.

Daniella moved forward into the clearing, following a path of moss like a moth drawn to flame. As she followed the path she noticed other paths branching out toward towering trees like little tributaries, but still she saw no sign of people.

Daniella wondered what sort of people had lived here. Perhaps it was a long abandoned indigenous village, though it seemed too well kept for that. Maybe hippies, she thought with a bit of amusement. Who else could possibly live this far off the grid and not have been turned into a thousand-dollar-per-night treetop eco-treat?

After a while, the path she was on merged into a wider path, which led into a denser grove of redwood trees. The light filtering through the towering giants looked green, and here and there a bolt of gold brilliance broke through the maze of branches and walkways high above her head. Eventually Danielle emerged into a new clearing and stumbled to a stop.

The in the center of the clearing stood two enormous redwoods, each spanning thirty feet across. The trees had grown so closely together that their branches intertwined, and in the gaps between the trunks and branches wild tangles of flowering vines, mosses and orchids grew in exuberant bursts of color.

The roots of the trees were immense — taller than she was. Daniella could see gaps in trees all around the clearing where other paths led to this point. Curiosity beckoned her toward the majestic trees at the convergence of all the forest paths. She crept forward on silent feet, awed by the peace and beauty of the clearing.

As she approached she saw that at the center of the two trees in the crook of their immense roots, there appeared to be a darkened opening. Daniella crept up to the space and peered inside.

The opening itself was much taller than she was and took after the natural shape of the roots, but its edges were smoothed and carved with intricate designs of flowering vines. Her eyes traced the carved vines which surged up toward a blanket of stars and planets across the top of what she now realized must be a man-made doorway.

Her heart beating with wild relief, Daniella stepped through the doorway. Inside she was enveloped in silky, complete darkness. For a few tentative steps she pressed forward blindly, one hand tracing the smooth wood of the passageway.

The sounds of revelry reached her ears first. The passageway was growing steadily brighter and Daniella could hear a steady hum of voices and laughter layered over dizzying, whirling music. Flushed with relief, Daniella surged forward, emerging into a dazzling and shockingly large great hall.

She blinked furiously to clear the spots from her vision and stopped just over the threshold of the large room. Slowly she took in the bewildering scene before her.

The entire room was inside the carved out trunks of unimaginably huge redwood trees. Zigzagging stairways, ladders and rope walkways led up the tree walls to platforms as far up as the eye could see. The people at the highest level she could see were so small they looked like little dolls. Daniella felt light headed and leaned back against the doorway.

The first floor of the great hall was alive with color and dancing and music. The people were like none she had ever seen before. There was nothing in common among them — they were as diverse in color and build as could be — yet there was something singularly beautiful about them that marked them as almost otherworldly.

Her eyes settled on a group of twirling dancers in front of a three-person band. The couples swirled in bright flashes of color in intricate dance steps, leaping and clapping to the tune of the fiddle and pipe music.

Heat rushed to Daniella’s face as she realized that their clothing left almost nothing to the imagination. As the dancers moved she caught tantalizing glimpses of flesh through flowing gossamer gowns and barely there crop tops. The male dancers wore almost nothing at all, their broad, smooth chests drawing her gaze like a magnet.

As the music wound down, several of the couples entwined in intimate embraces. Daniella stood transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away despite her mortification and uncertainty.

A woman with smooth dark skin was twining her hands through şişli escort her partner’s hair while he slid his hands down the front of her gown to reveal beautiful tear-drop breasts tipped with rosy nipples. The couple kissed passionately, and the woman tugged firmly on the man’s hair to drag him down to her exposed breasts. He laved them slowly with his tongue, staring up into the woman’s half-lidded eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Daniella tore her eyes away from the couple only to land on three men deep in the throws of passion. In the center of the trio a small, muscular man leaned against a giant of a man. His pale, freckled chest and cheeks were flushed scarlet and his eyes were squeezed shut, his face partially buried in the neck of the man behind him.

The huge man behind him was supporting him with one muscular arm dusted with dark hair and he appeared to be nibbling on the smaller man’s ear, evoking shudders from his smaller parter. Daniella’s eyes bulged as they traveled down their undulating bodies and saw the giant’s huge member surging into the smaller man’s pliant body, driving little cries from him.

The third man knelt at their feet, swallowing the small man’s cock hungrily while running his hands teasingly over and between his legs. Every so often the kneeling man slipped a hand up to tweak a nipple or slide between the giant’s legs to caress him in his most intimate place.

Burning heat rushed to Daniella’s core and flushed her cheeks bright red. She was starting to get uncomfortably aroused by the scene in front of her. She forced herself to look away.

None of the other revelers seemed to take note of the quickly growing orgy on the dance floor. A knot of people closer to her were chatting and eating, occasionally glancing toward the writhing former dancers.

As Daniella struggled to comprehend the strange scene in from of her, shards of understanding make their way toward each other like pieces of a broken mirror being glued back together.

The ethereal beauty. The easy grace. The strange and captivating music. The unbridled passion. And there — her heart faltered — as one of the women tossed her head back in laughter her hair swept back to reveal pointed ears.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Daniella realized in a rush she was somewhere she should never have been. These were faeries. She had stumbled into faery territory. She felt like the stupidest person on the planet.

It didn’t matter that there weren’t supposedly any faerie territories in North America. She should have realized with all the strange things that had happened.

Unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle and afraid to turn her back on the faeries, Daniella felt blindly for the doorway to flee back into the darkness.

As if by some cue that Daniella couldn’t hear, the entire crowd of revelers fell silent and snapped their attention upward. A platform from several stories up was plummeting toward the center of the room. In seconds it landed with gentle grace, revealing a striking faery man dressed in a tunic as black as the night sky and matching tight cropped pants. The entire room’s attention was trained on his movements alone.

Behind him sat a throne of woven, living vines bursting with gem-hued flowers and covered in wicked looking thorns. Two female faeries lounged on either side of the throne, their bodies clearly visible through their sheer gowns.

A second faery man was kneeling at the feet of the black suited man, nude except for a gold choker of vines around his neck. His chest glistened with perspiration and — oh lord, was that what she thought it was?

He stared up at the man in black with flushed cheeks and intense adoration. The intensity of that look frightened Daniella with its intimacy and raw desire. The man in black stroked the kneeling man’s cheek with the back of his knuckles and murmured, “Very good, Feldspar. That will be all,” as he fastened his pants.

With a wicked smile the man in black turned toward Daniella and stalked forward, pinning her to the spot. His green eyes bored into her, leaving her feeling like every book on her shelf had been picked up, paged through, and put back on the shelf backwards and upside down.

“Ah, you must be the life we were owed,” he purred in a voice that resonated through the towering, hollow tree.

Daniella shook her head, terrified. The sensation of tipping into his translucent, jade green eyes was so visceral she felt slightly dizzy.

“Uh-uh,” he nearly chided. “Yes, my dear. You are the life owed whether you knew it or not. It’s all over you.”

He glided forward and Daniella instinctively stepped back only to find herself plastered against solid tree trunk with nowhere to flee. The man’s smile widened as he ran his eyes blatantly down her body, lingering on her neck, her breasts, her legs and then slowly back up again to draw in her wide eyes.

“I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Daniella said in a voice so brittle she barely recognized herself. “I’ve never done anything to anyone. I don’t — I can’t be whoever you’re looking for. Please. Please just let me go.”

The man looked at her coldly. “A life was owed and yours was given. It was not you who owed the debt, but your life belongs to the wood all the same.”

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