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“Can you hear me?” the lady was talking rather so loudly. Attilius was back in his seat, her staring at him. “Is it taking you over, yet?” Now her voice was almost trailing. And his was no more then a slur.

Thinking to himself, Attilius had decided that it was the loto viola. He was beginning to have visions of his utter most desires. But it had felt so real. Or maybe he couldn’t even distinguish what was real.

“Boy, bring your face towards me,” she grabbed his hair, not pulling, and directed his face to her legs, signaling him to kiss up and down them. She had apparently changed her mind now, and wanted him to stand.

Attilius didn’t care, the loto viola was too deep in his brain now. All he wanted was her. Standing, eyes half closed, he felt her put her warm lips around his cock. Squeezing his balls, she worked his shaft like no girl could have.

“Okay boy,” the lady now grabbed his hand and opened the door to the wagon. It was dark now. Attilius wondered how long they had been riding in there. The servant must have started a fire, because Attilius knew it was real, he could feel the heat.

The lady had gotten on the ground in front of Attilius, on her hands düzce escort and knees. He knew what that meant, and he quickly got behind her. Grabbing her hips and aiming the head of his cock at her pussy, he slammed into her hard the first time. Another vision must have hit him. Attilius had seen himself and the lady in a well lit room. On a bed, the lady on her hands and knees, but Attilius had his cock in her ass.

He flashed back to reality, and to his surprise he didn’t see the lady in front of him. But instead felt a warm cock in his mouth. He knew it was the servant when he seen him, but Attilius just wanted more.

So he kept sucking on this cock. Also to his surprise, this man was bigger than himself. Attilius heard the servant grunt, and then felt him buck. Then he felt it, the warm cum going down his throat.

“Good boy, now,” the lady had a smile on her face, “you must fuck my servant. I’ll sit here.”

Attilius couldn’t say anything. The loto viola now was too overwhelming. He did what he was told. The servant was now laying on his side on the ground. Attilius, still enticed, wiggled himself on top of him, edirne escort rolling the servant to his back. He began kissing the servant’s stomach. Licking his belly button and rubbing the head of his cock over his tongue.

Atillius began to move behind him, also getting on his side now and moving the servant back to his. He rubbed the man’s thighs. They were hairless, as smooth as any woman’s legs. His ass was the same, and Attilius made it a point to put a finger in his ass and make the servant wriggle.

The lady looked at Attilius, their eyes meeting just when the servant gave a loud gasp. Atillius had entered his puckered asshole. His hips bucking at this beautiful ass, his hand on the man’s cock, stroking. The servant had already cum on Attilius’ hand, but he was hoping to cum in his ass. The lady got down and sucked her servant’s dick while Attilius pumped him.

The men, alternating gasps, came to a slow stop when Attilius had cum. Simultaneously, the servant had cum in the lady’s mouth. Now the two men separated, and watched the lady swallow the juices, and then engaged in a passionate kiss.

“Now boys, elazığ escort it’s my turn!”

She pretty much jumped at Attilius. She sat atop him, putting his cock in her pussy. Now she was riding him. This was real. He looked down, watching his cock disappear in her pussy. He also seen the servant readying to enter her from the back.

After a couple seconds, she gasped, and the motion resumed. Soon, the lady had started to moan really loud. Anyone around could have heard it, luckily no one was around.

She had cum, and didn’t care much if the men did. Though she allowed them to keep going as they pleased. Once both of them had finished, The lady had gotten dressed and in the cart, as did Attilius and the servant began cracking the reins.

“You did very good, boy.” The lady was covered in sweat from head to toe. “Here’s your gold, I’ll be coming to you again. So be ready for a surprise sometime soon.”

“Oh my god, that’s gotta be at least three hundred coins!” Attilius had never gotten that much for his services before. This was almost unheard of.

“Three hundred and fifty, actually,” she said, handing him a glass of wine. He gladly accepted the gold and the wine. Attilius had fallen asleep on the way back to the city, due to the loto viola.

Apparently, when he awoke he thought the lady must’ve just dropped him off outside his town. It was really late and he needed to get home. He walked up to his house, opened the door, and collapsed on his mat of a bed, and fell asleep, exhausted.

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Author’s Note: These are the final chapters of the story. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 16: Aftermath

Fiona awoke, confused to find herself in her bed in the Princess’s Tower in the Kype on Terra. She hadn’t slept in this bed since… it had been how many cycles since the Autumnal Equinox? She couldn’t actually remember. She lay in the bed trying to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered Academy. She remembered it being under attack. She remembered calling on her Land Law Magic and it not responding to her need. She remembered tremendous pain. As she lay in her bed, staring up at the dark purple velvet canopy of her bed, the heavy wood door opened and she heard someone slip into her room. She was aware that her body ached. And she was aware of a feeling of loss. And of a pain that was distant from her.

“Fiona, darling,” came her mother’s voice. “Are you awake?”

“Yes, mother,” Fiona murmured.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Maeve sat on the edge of Fiona’s bed and placed her cool, dry hand on her daughter’s forehead.

“Not well, mama. What happened?”

“Academy… The Kype and the University were attacked by the Empire…. “

“I… I think I remember some. Tam and I were trying to get some children to the Kype from the University. We thought they’d be safer…

“Is Tam okay? The children?”

“Tam… Tam was perfectly okay. He did not pour himself into your ad hoc shield they way that you apparently did. He left you to take the brunt of the attack.

“The only people left alive in the courtyard after the Empire’s bombardment were the Duke, Tam, those children, and you.

“Do you remember anything else,” Maeve asked gently.

“I remember a great deal of pain. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced….

“Mama?”

“Yes, child,” Maeve gripped her daughter’s hand to try to give her some of her own strength.

“I lost my baby, didn’t I?”

Maeve didn’t respond immediately. Instead she squeezed the hand of her only child in deepest sympathy.

“Yes, child. I’m afraid so.”

Fiona began to cry, great body wracking sobs of anguish and loss. Eventually her cries turned to smaller sobs and finally she fell back into a fitful sleep.

***

She dreamed of Jacob. She dreamed of their week together on Citadel. She felt safe wrapped in his strong arms.

“Fiona,” his voice was deep with longing. “Beloved.”

“Jake?” She sought out his lips with hers. They kissed soft, then hard, then soft again, tongues sliding across each other.

He flipped her over onto her back and his mouth slid down her body.

She felt his lips against hers, urgent kisses in the night, knowing that their time together was short. Her body remembered the feel of Jacob’s mouth against her skin, the coarse hair of his beard against her face, her neck, her belly, her inner thighs. She felt his tongue against her damp folds and cried out in her sleep at the pleasure.

“Oh… Jacob…,” she murmured in her sleep.

Fiona trembled in her sleep as in her dream Jacob used his mouth to pleasure her. She moaned and rocked her hips and then cried out when her climax rolled over her.

“Fi…,” Jacob growled. “I need you.”

He reared up over Fiona’s body and buried himself into her. She cried out again. Their bodies moved together in an ancient rhythm. Fiona moaned and Jacob grunted. Fiona’s body climaxed again and Jacob filled her.

Jacob’s large form covered Fiona, his body sheltered hers in his warmth.

“I will protect you, princess,” Jacob murmured in her hair.

“I will protect you, Jake,” Fiona replied in her sleep and finally fell into restfulness.

***

In his captivity, Jacob was delirious with pain. He felt his consciousness drifting and his mind wandered to a happier time.

He remembered when he was first raised to Squire by William they had spent a lot of time working to negotiate trade agreements with Vanguard. He and the king were talking quietly as the trade team took a mid-morning break from negotiation. A whirlwind of violet silk rushed in and hit the king at the hip hard enough to cause him to take a few steps back to keep his balance.

“Papa! Mama says I can’t go into the city without a guard! Captain Kennedy won’t assign me one! I must go into the city! Today!”

“Häschen,” the king scolded, but his eyes twinkled in amusement, “you can’t just barge in here. There is serious work going on. More important than a stroll in the city. How did you get past the guards?”

“That’s not important, Papa,” the princess said without a trace of contrition in her sweet little girl voice. “What’s important is that the bookshop by the King’s Fountain is holding a book for me. Captain Kennedy isn’t allowing deliveries to the Kype until your negotiations are over. It could be weeks! I can’t wait that long!”

“I am sure having to learn to be patient would be good for you, princess,” her father responded. The princess stomped a slippered foot and wrung her hands in front of her, her bursa escort pale plump cheeks coloring with her upset.

“You don’t understand, Papa!” she said, tugging the silver braid that reached nearly to the back of her knees over her shoulder. “I don’t have anything to read right now. And Mistress Camilla said I can pick out a new piece of music to learn so I need to go and find sheet music. And…” the princess stopped her tirade and fastened her eyes on the floor hoping her father wouldn’t notice.

“And?” William asked, grinning. He glanced around the room to see that both his own trade negotiators and the ones from Vanguard watched the princess with undisguised amusement.

“And… Chef says the Ice Cream shop down by the old pier is open for the season. Mama won’t let me have ice cream at the Kype because she says I am too chubby.” The princess clenched her hands defiantly.

“Your mother is mistaken. You are a perfect example of a healthy Terran girl of your age,” the king assured her. “You are only plump in comparison to Aelfir children, Häschen.”

“Your Majesty,” Jake interrupted, his adolescent voice vacillating between a boyish treble and adult baritone. “I would be happy to take the princess into the city if you can spare me this afternoon. I promised my father I would check on a gift he’s having made for my mother for their anniversary. I need to go to the alley of artificers anyway.”

“Oh Jake! Thank you thank you thank you!” the princess squeezed Jake so tightly he thought she might break a rib.

“Princess!” the king interjected, trying to get her attention. “If I let Jake take you into the city, you MUST be on your best behavior.”

“Of course, Papa,” she said, trying to prove she could behave as befit a royal princess.

“And what does ‘best behavior’ mean, princess?” the king pressed her.

“Following his instructions,” she said, ticking off her list on her fingers. “Not running off without him. Not adding to our list of errands. Not begging for more than he agrees to.”

“That’s right, princess. Jake is not your indulgent father. And Jake is not one of the Royal Guard who you can order around. He is no longer even the page boy you played with in the Kype during last season’s snow storms. Jake is my squire and speaks with my authority. He is doing you a favor as your friend. You must be respectful of his time.”

“Yes, Papa,” Fiona said, but she was looking at Jake, her eyes wide.

“You know why the security is so tight right now, don’t you Häschen? There are Isolationist protesters all over the city right now. They have been making threats against us to try to end our negotiations here. You must be careful and do exactly what Jake tells you,” the king’s eyes glittered as he spoke. “He can’t protect a defiant little girl.”

“Yes, Papa,” Fiona said. “I promise to follow Jake’s rules.”

“All right, then, Fiona. I will send Jake to get you some time after lunch. You will be back in time to dress for dinner.”

“Of course, Papa,” Fiona said curtseying and turning to go.

“One last thing, princess,” the king grumbled and she turned to look at him. “Please stop by Captain Kennedy’s office and tell him how you managed to get past his posted guards this time. Just because you aren’t using your glamour for nefarious purposes doesn’t mean that everyone with glamour is so benign.”

“Yes, Papa.”

***

Shortly after lunch Jake found Fiona reading a book in the Kype’s Library in the sunny alcove he knew from long experience was her favorite. Her knees were pulled up, her book against them, her little feet covered in white patent-leather mary janes

“I thought you said you had ‘nothing to read’,” he said, grinning at her.

“This?” she said, turning to look at the cover of her book as if surprised to find it in her hand. “It’s just a kids’ book. It doesn’t count.”

“But you are just a kid, Your Highness,” Jake retorted, his lips in a crooked grin.

“I am not! I no longer have a nanny. I’m studying with the Maesters full-time now.”

“If you say so, princess,” Jake said, but he couldn’t contain a laugh.

She narrowed her eyes and then tilted her head back so she could try to look down her nose at him, even though he was at least four hands taller than she. “I am not just a kid,” she hissed.

“Okay, okay,” Jake said, holding his hands up in surrender in front of him to ward off her glare.

“Are you ready to go? Your father expects us back in time to.. .”

“To dress for dinner. I know.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Jacob offered her his arm to Fiona and she wrapped her small hand around his elbow. He guided her out of the library, through the Kype, across the upper bailey, through the inner wall, across the drawbridge, past the guard towers and through the palace garden to the circle drive where a local transport waited for them.

“Oh! I thought we’d walk!”

“I didn’t want to risk disappointing your father by returning late.”

The çanakkale escort driver took them down to the King’s Fountain and parked the vehicle to let them out. Jacob told Fiona that they would do all their shopping from there and meet the transport down at the old pier after they got ice cream.

The proprietor of the book shop, a tiny rotund man in spectacles and a sweater vest, greeted Fiona with his arms widespread.

“Princess! I didn’t expect to see you today,” he said, pulling her into a hug.

“Maester Stewbum, you know I had to beg! But Jake took pity on me and volunteered to be my escort.”

“My Lord Sparta,” Stewbum greeted him with a bow. “Can I help you with anything?”

“I don’t think so. Fi just said she’d reserved a book with you.”

“That I have. And princess, ” he said, smiling at her like a proud grandfather, “I’ve included two more novels that I think you’ll like.” He handed them to her and she looked them over, squealing with delight.

“Oh thank you thank you!” she said, exuberant. “You know exactly the kind of stories I like!”

“Did you want to take some time to browse or shall I wrap these up for you?”

“Oh, I’d love to look…”

Jake gave the princess a sharp look and interrupted. “Unfortunately we are short on time today,” he told the shopkeeper, “so please just wrap them up.”

Fiona gave Jake a perturbed frown which Jake fought hard not to smile in the face of. A pouting child princess was bad, an angry one far worse.

“Where do you buy sheet music, princess,” Jake asked as he escorted her out of the bookshop with her purchases.

“There is a shop two blocks down.”

“You can take a half hour,” Jacob told her. “No more than that.”

They walked down the sidewalk, Fiona’s hand on Jake’s arm. She scanned the windows of the shops, periodically making a noise in her throat, but never asking to detour into one, cognizant of her promise to not add to their errands. Jake scanned the crowds of people, looking for any danger to the princess. He knew the king had protected the child from even knowing that there were some among the populace that wished her ill and he, Jacob Marquess Sparta, would do whatever it took to maintain her innocence. He steered her away from some street performers and kept his eyes on a handful of men scattered throughout the throngs that seemed to be pacing them in the crowds.

They arrived at the music shop and Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled at Fiona’s delighted laughter when she discovered a stack of music written by one of her favorite composers. The shop’s two proprietors watched the little girl indulgently. Jacob couldn’t tell the elderly twins apart but Fiona was clearly a frequent customer and was well able to distinguish between the two.

“These are the pieces Mistress Camilla suggested for you, Your Highness,” one of the men said, handing her a stack of sheets.

“Thank you, Maester Brock.”

“And you know where we keep the newest acquisitions. Let me know if you want to borrow an instrument.”

“Of course, Maester Bradford.”

“My Lord Sparta,” Maester Brock said, coming over to him. “Congratulations on your elevation to squire at the start of the season. The king must think very highly of you to do that while you are still so young.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jacob responded formally, unhappy with the attention to his youth.

“Is there anything we can get you while you’re here? The princess will be preoccupied for a while. Could I offer you a soft drink? We also have cookies in the back.”

“No thank you, sir,” Jacob’s voice cracked, much to his annoyance. “The king trusted me with keeping the princess safe and I need to remain vigilant.”

“Of course, my dear boy.”

“Besides, our last stop will be to get ice cream. No need to spoil that by having a cookie now.”

They finally left the music shop more than 20 minutes behind schedule, much to Jacob’s annoyance. He didn’t want the king to think him incapable of escorting his daughter. The princess just would not leave off talking to Maester Brock and Maester Bradford and the two men did nothing to try to hurry her along. Finally Jacob had put his foot down and all but dragged her away. She was not pleased and he was fuming.

Fiona could feel the tension between them as they marched silently toward the alley of artificers.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” she said finally. “I broke the rules and may make us late. I’m sorry. I’m sure Papa won’t blame you.”

“The king trusted me with you and gave strict instructions,” Jacob said through clenched teeth. “It is entirely my fault if we are late getting back.

“We still have to stop at the artificers. This trip into the city wasn’t supposed to be all about what you wanted.”

Fiona hung her head in shame at having upset Jake. She knew it was her fault and vowed to herself that she would make it up to him.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” Fiona said again.

They made their way rize escort to the alley of artificers and into a tiny shop filled with beautiful intricate clocks and clockwork toys.

“My Lord Sparta!” the young man behind the counter greeted him. “And is this our princess?” he asked bowing low to her and earning a giggle from the girl. “We are honored by your patronage.”

“Thank you Maester Nicholas. My father sent me to ask about your progress on my mother’s clock.”

“Of course, sir. Right this way. We are nearly finished with the Terran cycles, but the Citadel ones are proving more difficult,” Maester Nicholas guided him toward a curtain behind the counter. “The three moons, you understand?”

“Of course.

“Fiona, please do not touch anything while I am talking to the Maester.”

“Of course, Jake,” Fiona said, clasping her small hands behind her. “I’ll look but not touch.”

“I’ll send my father out to demonstrate any of the toys, if you wish Your Highness,” the Maester suggested.

“Oh, yes!” Fiona responded, clapping her hands and bouncing on her toes.

Jacob followed Nicholas through the curtain and moments later an elderly gentleman came back through and greeted Fiona.

“I am Maester Blake,” he introduced himself. “Is there anything you would like to see, my dear?”

“Oh, yes. Can you show me the carousel?”

By the time Jacob returned from the back of the shop Fiona was enraptured with the many magical wind-up toys Maester Blake had shown her.

“Maester Blake,” she asked, “is the flying man available for purchase? My brother would love it. I want to get it for him for his birthday.”

“Of course, princess. We would be delighted for you to gift it to Prince Edward. The celebration is in what? Three weeks? We can do a custom build in the royal colors in that timeframe. Do you wish it?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Then you will have it. We will contact you at the palace when it is ready.”

“Thank you sir!

“Jacob! Don’t you think Edward will love it?” Fiona pointed out the tiny mechanical flying man she had purchased.”

“I am certain he will love it more than all his other gifts combined, princess,” Jacob said, grinning.

“Now, are you ready for ice cream? We are short on time, but I think we can squeeze it in if we hurry.”

“Absolutely! Let’s go.

“Thank you Maesters! Do let me know when Ed’s present is ready.”

***

They found the chef’s recommended ice cream shop in a mobile kiosk in the broad public plaza next to the old pier. Jacob got them both ice cream, a scoop of chocolate chip mint for the princess, a scoop of mocha fudge for himself. He agreed that it was both excellent and worth the trip. Fiona was glad to see he was no longer angry with her after the artificer’s shop and the ice cream.

“We’ll have to eat in the transport,” he said, drawing Fiona by her hand in that direction. In their rush they weren’t paying attention to their surroundings like they should have been. They were still more than fifty paces from their waiting vehicle when there were sudden flashes of light accompanied by the popping sounds of energy projectiles traveling at supersonic speeds all around them. Jacob felt a searing pain in his left shoulder but managed to pull Fiona with him behind a nearby barrier at the edge of the plaza before there was another round of fire.

“Jake!” Fiona screamed. “You’re hurt! What do I do?”

“Calm down princess!” Jake propped himself up against the barrier, his left arm hanging useless at his side, blood flowing out of his wounded shoulder. “I’m sure the guards will be here soon.” Fiona applied pressure to the wound while looking over Jake’s head behind him.

“There are men headed this way with energy guns, Jake,” Fiona told him her eyes wide, voice trembling with fear. “Projectile weapons aren’t allowed in the city. Papa forbids it.”

“Come with us, princess,” one of the men shouted. “Come with us and Sparta lives.”

Jake’s right hand encircled Fiona’s wrist and pulled her down next to him.

“We only need the princess alive,” they heard one of them say to the others. “Aim for his head.”

“No!” Instead of trailing off, Fiona’s shout grew louder and louder until it rolled across the sky as thunder and then one… two… three… four… FIVE precisely placed lightning strikes took out the would-be kidnappers, their guns vaporizing in their hands. As Jacob watched, mouth agape, Fiona’s eyes rolled up in the back of her head and the little girl collapsed on top of him.

***

Jake was jolted out of his reverie by a painful kick to his already damaged ribs.

“Wake up, Your Grace!” the Naran Diego shouted. “You have work to do.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Jacob murmured. “I was remembering….”

“Well, look sharp. My Lord wants to transmit his demands to your king, and His Imperial Majesty has decided you will be the messenger.

Chapter 17: Recovery

When she woke again Fiona looked around her room and spotted her mother sitting next to her fireplace under the large casement window, mid-afternoon sunlight illuminating her as she worked ribbon embroidery. Her mother noticed she was awake and came to her.

“Are you hungry, child?” Maeve asked, smoothing Fiona’s hair back from her brow.

“I… Not really,” Fiona responded. “I would like some water, though.”

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“You should be honored,” her mother had said as she bustled about the house, throwing things into a small pack for her to carry with her.

“You must be good,” her father had said, sitting back in his chair and stroking his beard while a stern look on his face.

“Don’t mess this up,” her older sister had hissed into her ear as she painfully tugged hairbrush through her unruly red hair.

“I heard he’s insatiable,” her best friend had said wistfully, twirling her hair around her finger as they stood in the village square, awaiting the guarded procession of the King to arrive.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Wren, you’re only nine and ten years. There are many older women here. Look, there’s Gwyneth; she’s twenty-one and known as the most beautiful girl in the ward. Do you think he’d pick you?”

Wren sighed as if she were daft. “Isolde, that’s the point. Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve been saying?” Wren flipped her hair and stared off dreamily into the distance. “From what I’ve heard, the King has a harem like that sultans of the east. It takes up an entire separate building, like another mini castle on the grounds. The girls are treated lavishly, but they’re all different! Different ages, ethnicities, body shapes…it’s a menagerie of women!”

“And where did you hear this?” Isolde asked skeptically.

“Oh, from one of my cousin’s friend’s sister’s. She’s a maid, so it’s very reliable information.” Wren smiled again before giving another lost sigh, her blue eyes looking like the color of the sky.

“Uh-huh,” Isolde said, not paying attention. She was just here to try and get a job at the castle. The king’s men had put a decree on the bulletin board in town center announcing openings in the palace staff for women; chambermaids, kitchen wenches, the like. The poster had said that on the next Thursday the guards would come to inspect all the young, eligible women for the positions. But the women of town who had relatives or friends who worked in the castle said that the King was looking for something more…a new addition to his so called menagerie of courtesans.

Wren stood ramrod straight and whacked Isolde on her arm. Before Isolde could open her mouth to even say ow, Wren was pointing at a dust cloud near the square’s gate. “They’re here! Oh, the guards are here!” She started fussing with her hair and pinching her cheeks, unlacing her bodice some. “How do I look? Do I look okay? Do I look intimately appealing?”

Confused, Isolde answered, “You look like regular Wren.”

Wren sighed again. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

In a chaotic moment, the girls gathered in the square rushed to form a single file line as the horses pulled up. Suddenly, a twitter started at the front of the line. Isolde leaned forward to see what the fuss was about and was shocked to see a silver warhorse pull to a stop in front of an ornate carriage. But the person on top of the horse was what made her stop cold.

The King himself, dressed in purple and gold, a ceremonial sword at his side. He sat tall upon his horse, towering over the majority of his men. He had a sharpish face, mouth set in a line, and a stately profile. Upon his forehead sat a golden circlet, holding back his hair and showing his sovereignty. Wren gasped beside her. “He’s just as handsome as they say…”

Isolde had to agree. He was a comely man. As the King dismounted, everyone in the square fell to their knees in a bow, leaving only the king and his men standing.

“Rise,” he said dismissively, then turned to say a few short words to one of his men. The guard nodded and stepped forward.

“The King has come today to personally choose his staff. Speak only when you are spoken to. If you are chosen, step forward and into the carriage. We will take you to the palace from there. My liege…” He said, stepping away and letting the King fill his spot at the front of the line. As so the inspection began.

It was simple, efficient, and fast. A quick glance over the girl and a word. “Kitchen, maid, chambermaid, wench, do you sing? You do? She’s with the bards and dancers.” Sometimes he would stop and make a girl turn around slowly, and let his eyes linger over them. Gwyneth was sent to the kitchen.

Isolde felt Wren buzzing with excitement as the King got closer to the end of the line. Even she stood up straighter and tried to look older than her eighteen years. She needed this job to help support her family.

The King came closer and merely glanced at the two of them, passing over honey haired Wren without a second glance. Wren’s breath left her with a woosh. His eyes flicked over her once, and he kept moving forward, but stopped mid-step. Quickly, he spun back around. Isolde was too shocked to move as his eyes raked up and down her, from her loosely braided red hair to her dirty brown boots on her feet.

“Turn,” he commanded, and she did so, conscious of the fact that she had quickly outgrown her dress and that her ankles could nearly be seen.

When bayburt escort she faced him again, he had a small smile on his face. “Wyl,” He called to the guard, “I do believe I have a special place for…what is your name?”

“Um, uh, Isolde…sire.” She bobbed a clumsy curtsy.

“Yes, a special spot for Isolde.” And the King strode down the rest of the line.

Isolde stepped forward, her head a tizzy in how fast that exchange has been. Had he even assigned her a place? What was a ‘special spot’? With a panicked look back at Wren, she caught her friend’s confused look as well. But then the guard, Wyl, stepped forward with a ‘miss’, and guided her into the carriage.

She waited for two other girls to trickle in, both assigned to kitchen duty, and looked at the other six girls would had been chosen. They were squashed together in the tiny carriage, turning the opulence into discomfort. Wyl shut the door and closed them off from the view of the square; the square where Isolde had lived her entire life. Nervous, Isolde clutched the pack her mother had given her the spare clothes she might need. Then the carriage lurched and she was off. Off to her new life in the king’s ‘special spot’.

—

Isolde’s world felt as though it had been turned upside down. She stood in front of the second largest building she’d ever seen, next to the castle she’d just been in after being unloaded from the carriage.

“Come on, Miss, you need to meet the other women you’ll be staying with.” Wyl said, guiding her with an outstretched hand.

As Isolde stepped forward, head still spinning from the building’s size, Wren’s words came back to her; a harem…in an entire separate building…a mini palace…

Wyl opened the high wooden doors, and Isolde stepped into her new home.

What first struck her was the smell. Vanilla and jasmine, with undertones of citrusy orange…scents that raised gooseflesh across her arms and alerted her senses. And below all that, a musky smell, primal…something Isolde couldn’t put a name to, but made her feel strange. Trying to shake her head clear, Isolde looked about her. The entire floor and walls were covered in a mosaic of bright flowers and vines entwining with one another, but if she looked closer, she could see hidden people in them, entwined just as the vines of the flowers were. She leaned in for a closer look, but was interrupted by a set of footsteps approaching her and her escort.

“Ah, you must be the new addition,” a silky voice with a slight accent greeted, “Welcome.”

She was divine. There was no other word for her. Tall, curvy, a buxom breast, with cascades of chocolate brown hair tumbling down her back and framing a heart shaped face and pursed soft pink lips. She wore nothing but a sheer white toga, breezily waving around her feet. “Thank you, Wyl, that will be all,” said the woman, turning to Isolde.

Wyl bowed before he left. “By your leave, Cara.” She waved him off and continued her observation of her subject.

All was silent, and from somewhere further in, Isolde heard the sound of falling water and girlish giggling.

“So,” Cara said, eyes looking at her charge, “You are young. What is your name?”

“Isolde.”

“Isolde…” The name sounded strange in her mouth, rolling it around in her foreign accent. “Yes, a good name. Come, we must get you clean. We cannot have you dirtying His Majesty’s private retreat. We can also introduce you to the other girls. Come, come.”

Isolde stopped and would not move. “Um, excuse me? Ma’am?”

Turning with a perturbed look and sultry voice tinged with impatience, Cara inquired, “Yes?”

“My family…I need to send money back to them…I was wondering if…um..”

With a heavy sigh and a lift of her shoulders that made her breasts bounce Cara ensured her that her family would be rewarded handsomely, then took her hand led her away.

Whisked away, Isolde barely had time to look at her surroundings as they passed through hallway after hallway, the pack her mother gave her bumping against her shoulders. Very soon, she was lost and just fell into step behind Cara until she reached a door and stopped. She pulled the door aside to reveal a more modern washroom, with a giant copper tub and tubes to bring heated water into the room. Cara instructed her to strip herself of her clothes and bathe, and told her she would be back within in the hour. With the door shut behind her, Isolde turned on the facet in the tub and let steamy water fill the tub. She stripped and step into the tub, sighing blissfully as she soaked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had such a fine bath. The girls here are treated lavishly.

She scrubbed her body and hair, rinsed, and then laid back. As Isolde soaked, she let her hands explore over her newly cleaned body, a luxury she had never gotten. She started with her breasts a new anomaly for the very late bloomer she was. So newly formed, but still bartın escort very pert and a fair size- each bigger than an apple, but slightly smaller than an orange. Her nipples, slightly pointed from the cooling water, were small, as was the areola around them. Her hands went down her sides, over her deep waist and over her unshaved mound down to her thighs. They were small enough that her mother had clucked that she would have a hard time bearing sons, but big enough to still catch attention from the boys her age. She let her hand rest on her mound, playing with the hair until the water was cool enough for her to get out without shivering. Just as she was finished drying off, Cara walked into the room again.

“Enjoy your bath?” Cara asked, eyeing her in the towel again.

“Very much so, yes,” Isolde smiled happily and reached for the pack with her spare clothes.

“What are you doing?” Cara had a horrified look on her face as Isolde pulled out a brown peasant dress from the pack.

“Dressing…?”

“In that rag? No!” Cara spit in disgust and snatched the pack away. Holding it at arm’s length, she threw it into what seemed to be a trash bin. “I have new clothes for you.”

Isolde held a blue fabric in her hand. The material was expensive, to be sure; silky, gossamer. And sheer. Very, very sheer.

“Well? Put it on, girl.” The goddess motioned to the mirror in front of Isolde.

Isolde waited a few moments to see if Cara would turn to give her some privacy, but when it was evident she would wait until she put on the garment, Isolde dropped her towel with a flush of embarrassment. She slid the blue garment over her head and let it settle across her shoulders…or…just shoulder. It was a one shoulder dress with an extremely low neckline, scooping from her left shoulder across her right breast, so low that her right nipple was nearly shown. Instead, it was barely covered.

Isolde felt her cheeks burn as she stood in front of the mirror and looked over her reflection. The dress fit her well, a straight cut that moved like water across her and brushed against her sensitive skin. All of it was sheer. It was hard to see through it unless you really looked, but her pubic hair was a dark spot among the fabric that helped to define her shape.

“Cara, I can’t wear this.”

The goddess lady scoffed. “You can and you must.” She leaned down and arranged Isolde’s still damp hair around her shoulders. “The King orders it, my dear.” A gentle smile appeared on her face. “You will get used to it. Come, let’s meet the others.”

Again Isolde was led through winding corridors and into a courtyard. A fountain stood in the middle, water splashing and gurgling as it fell, and women lounged under large tropical trees that fringed the yard. Somewhere a woman plucked a harp and sang with a honey voice. Cara led Isolde over to a group of women sitting under a grove of palm trees and fanning themselves with the fronds and drinking wine from chalices. Isolde noticed they were all wearing extremely sheer garments as well.

“Girls, may I introduce Isolde? She is the new addition.”

Three women smiled and nodded, each giving their names in turn.

“My,” said one with olive skin, gray eyes, and a black braid, she had introduced herself as Aleta, “but she is young. How old are you, Isolde?”

Isolde stood taller again, but then hunched because she was afraid of the sheerness of her gown. “I’m eighteen, miss.”

An ebon skinned woman, Nuru, formed her mouth into a perfect O. “The youngest of us all!”

“Seems as though our King has a new taste,” said another, pale skinned and blonde, popping grapes into her mouth; Eres. “I was the youngest. I’m twenty-one now. I came here when I was nineteen.”

“Oh.” Isolde said, feet kicking at the ground.

“So, have you gotten the official summons yet?” Nuru asked.

Confusion flitted across Isolde’s face. “Summons?”

“To go to his bedchamber, my dear,” Cara said, gently.

“And do what?”

Aleta smiled and with a devilish smile said curtly, “And fuck you senseless.”

Eres threw a grape at the black haired girl. “Don’t be so blunt.”

Aleta shrugged. “She was going to find out anyways. We are the King’s whores.”

“Courtesans, escorts, not whores.” Cara said firmly.

Nuru smiled. “We’re concubines, in a sense.”

A numbness settled over Isolde. She had known this was the harem somewhere within her, but she had tried to cling to the hope this was the female servant’s quarters. To have her suspicions confirmed nearly took her off her feet. She swayed and sat down, leaning her head back. She swallowed a few times as the conversation flowed about her. “How many of us are there?” She asked finally.

“Oh, about…maybe a hundred? Maybe a little over. The King adds to us all the time.” Cara said.

“And why does he keep adding?” Isolde asked.

“He likes his variety,” Aleta said. “Each of us holds something…new ığdır escort for him.”

Isolde held up her head. “What is it that you have to offer him?”

Aleta smiled her cunning smile again. “I am good with ropes. The bonding type. It’s where when you have the man big and pulsing, you tie…” A sharp cough from Eres left her sentence unfinished. Aleta waved her hand in front of her. “You’ll learn about it later.”

Isolde turned to the blonde. “And you, Eres?”

“I have a great ass.”

“Oh…”

Nuru said she had learn how to pleasure a man by using rounded ‘toys’ to reach inside a man’s holes and activate a certain spot that let men have intense pleasure. Cara was the head concubine, having been one of the King’s first and always a favorite of his.

“And what’s mine?” Isolde finally asked.

But before anyone could answer, a guard trotted into the courtyard and located Cara, coming over to her. Cara excused herself to talk with the man, and when she came back, she held a small scroll in her hand.

“Isolde, here is your official summons to the King’s bedchambers.” And she handed it to the red-head with a flourish.

You have been summoned by his Majesty the King to attend to him this evening in his personal chambers in whatever manner he may request.

Isolde looked up to see the concubines smiling at her. Behind them, Aleta smiled and mouthed ‘he’s going to fuck you senseless’.

—

Evening came.

Isolde stood outside the King’s Chambers, jittery and nervous.

The afternoon had been well spent in the harem. Isolde had been introduced to more of the girls, but mostly stayed around Aleta, Eres, Nuru, and Cara. The four had continued drinking until Aleta and Eres were rather muzzle headed. They had taken to sitting by Isolde and giving her advice about the coming night.

“Don’t be too scared.”

“Don’t be stiff, enjoy him.”

“Touch his cock…a lot.”

“Fondle the balls behind it. He loves it.”

“Don’t resist.”

“Yeah, cause The King will take whatever he wants anyways.”

They had even given Isolde some pointers on how to arouse the King if he was in a somber mood. Dancing, twirling your hips, playing with your body. Finally, two cups of wine past their limit, Eres offered to give a demonstration on Aleta of how to properly dance. Aleta had sat on one of the abundant chaise lounges while Eres had the harp player sing a slow, sensuous song that even had Isolde enthralled. Eres was proficient in the way she moved, her hips flowing and moving the fabric of her dress so it would reveal more to view and the flicking it a different way to show a new angle. Eres leaned forward on Aleta and had Aleta lean back so she could rub her chest against hers, then swinging around sit on Aleta’s lap and grinding her ass into the girl’s pelvis. After a few minutes of this, Isolde saw many of the women spreading their legs and pressing hands to their privates while watching. Her eyes flicked back in time to see Eres lean completely over Aleta and kiss her full on the lips. Isolde sat wide eyed as the two girls had kissed and licked and grinding into one another, until Eres got up and led Aleta out of the courtyard.

“Where are they going?” Isolde asked Cara.

Cara had sipped her wine and shrugged carelessly. “To one of their bedchambers on the second floor. The King knows we are not always satisfied, since he cannot get to us all. There are over a hundred of us, and the King is only human. So he has allowed that we may pleasure ourselves, if we feel the need, and that we can include other women in our beds if we wish; but no other men. Only him.” Cara smiled and Isolde noticed her eyes getting bleary from drink too. “Makes us desperate for cock.”

Isolde had eaten dates and strawberries and delicious tarts, delicacies at home but only snacks here. She was too nervous to eat more, so she sat and waited until her escort arrived to bring her into the castle. The guard, happening to be Wyl, came for her near evensong and brought her here, to the king’s chambers, where she now stood frozen at the door.

Wyl knocked on the door for her and a muffled voice called for her to enter.

The King stood in front of a roaring fire in trousers and a loose fitting white shirt with his purple overcoat hanging open. He smiled kindly. “Ah, Wyl. Thank you for bringing her. You may leave.”

And, just like that, Isolde was alone with the King.

He gave her that smile again, kindly, but his eyes wandered over her poorly concealed body. “Sit with me Isolde, it was Isolde wasn’t it?, yes, come sit with me near the fire.”

She carefully sat opposite of him in a chair, tight lipped.

The King held a chalice out to her. “Have some wine. I can tell you’re uneasy. The drink will help.”

Shakily, Isolde took the cup and drained the liquid in a few gulps. The King, startled, laughed and poured her another cup. She drowned half that and then sipped the rest as a warm glow began in the bottom of her stomach.

“So,” the King said, scooting his chair closer, “How did you like your new accommodations?”

“Very much, sire. The others were extremely kind.”

“Good, good.” The King leaned across to a small end table and lit a stick of incense and the room began to smell like the harem; jasmine, citrus, and musk.

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*Sakura and Calara were both badly hurt the last time we fought the astral monsters,* John said to Alyssa as he left the bedroom. *I couldn’t drag them in there again, not so soon after Terra… they need more time to recover.*

His blonde Matriarch was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. *If I can prevent us from being drawn into that sub-plane, I can keep the link going and I’ll still be able to tap them for energy. I just need to figure out how to stop us from getting cut off.*

*Have you worked out how you’re going to create your own sub-plane?* he asked, walking down the corridor towards the Officers’ Lounge.

There was a long pause before she replied evasively, *Athena and I are working on it…*

Sakura sprang out of the blue anti-grav field and nearly ran into him in her haste. “Oh! Hey, John!” She smiled when he caught her in his arms, but her eyes tightened with worry when she looked up at him. “Are you sure sending me away with Calara is a good idea?”

He nodded and placed his hands on her waist, drawing her close. “Calara really needs some time with her Mom and you’re the most powerful bodyguard I can send with her.”

“But what about the nightmare!” she objected. “I should be here at your side tonight!”

“Alyssa’s going to tap you for energy, so you’ll still be helping,” he said with a reassuring smile. Reaching up to stroke her cheek, he continued, “Last time we went to that sub-plane the two of you were badly hurt. I want to spare you both from that if I can, at least this time round…”

Sakura shook her head, long raven hair swishing around her shoulders. “But we’ll be better prepared this time! We know how to create armour and weapons there now… it’ll be much harder for them to hurt us!”

“That’s true… but there’s also another reason I want to keep you away from this one. In a few days’ time we’ll be liberating worlds from the Kirrix and it’s not going to be pleasant,” John said firmly. “I really need you refreshed and ready for then, okay?”

Her face fell, her expression filled with shame. “Is this because I disobeyed orders on Khalgron?”

Lifting her chin so that she was facing him again, John gazed into her eyes. “Remember what happened with that little Trankaran girl? All those terrible memories stirred up by seeing her in danger? It’s probably going to be a lot worse with Terran children.”

She hesitated, then nodded, looking glum. “Alright, I understand.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” John said, his voice gentle and sympathetic. “You’ve been dealing with a huge amount of stress recently; hell, it was only two weeks ago that you faced Mikaboshi! You need some time off, honey. You’ve been there time and again for me since you joined our family, but I won’t risk you burning out. I love you too much for that.”

Sakura hugged him tight and buried her face in his chest. “I can’t help feeling like I’m abandoning you when you need me,” she mumbled, sounding wracked with guilt.

“Please don’t think like that, it’s not true at all,” he said, running his fingers through her silky black hair. “Calara really needs some time off as well, so this is for her just as much as you. I wish I could send Dana along too, but the research she’s working on at the moment is important. When we do face the Kirrix again, I can always keep her on the Invictus to spare her from the worst of it. You’re lethal in the Valkyrie and I’m going to really need you on top of your game, right in the thick of the action.”

She pulled back to look at him, her expression now calm and accepting. “You’re right. The last thing I want is to let you down in combat…” She smiled, then gave him a tender kiss. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

John placed a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “It’s only fair to warn you that this isn’t going to be an easy assignment. Calara’s been avoiding planning the wedding for weeks, so Maria intends to make up for lost time. I’m going to need you completely focused on pretty dresses, guest lists, seating arrangements, the works!”

Sakura giggled and nodded. “I promise I’ll do my best.”

“Good girl,” he said with a grin. “I knew I could count on you.”

She waved goodbye and John watched her jog down the corridor to her room, before he turned and headed into the Officers’ Lounge. He found Alyssa and Lynette standing by one of the sofas, with the blonde holding up a grey officer’s uniform and studying the older woman with an appraising eye. John’s gaze was drawn to the dark-red mid-length dress that Lynette was wearing, the slinky material doing a spectacular job of showcasing her curvy figure.

“That fits you perfectly,” he said appreciatively, his eyes lingering on the flare of her hips as he walked over to join them.

Lynette darted a glance at him and looked mortified, her hands moving self-consciously to the dress. “I haven’t worn anything like this since my twenties!” After a moment’s pause where she glanced down at the generous display of cleavage, she blushed and admitted, “In fact, kütahya escort I don’t think I’ve ever worn a dress like this!”

“You look hot, stop fretting,” Alyssa said, a sly smile on her face. She glanced over her shoulder at John and added, “If you weren’t being all weird about keeping things platonic, you’d ring her bell, wouldn’t you, handsome?”

John saw that the brunette was watching him carefully as she waited for his reply. He cleared his throat and said, “I wouldn’t phrase it quite like that, but you do look very attractive, Lynette. As you’ve probably realised by now, Alyssa’s passionate about fashion… she won’t let you wear anything that isn’t very flattering.”

The older woman relaxed and gave Alyssa a look filled with gratitude. “I’m sorry, this is all very new for me.”

Alyssa brushed her fingers down Lynette’s arm in a playful but affectionate gesture. “I know, but I promise you’re in safe hands. You’re one of us now, or at least you will be very soon, and it’s my job to take really good care of you.”

Lynette studied her for a moment and sounded surprised as she said, “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” the blonde replied, with a warm smile. “Just think of me and all the girls like long-lost sisters. We’ve got your back now, like a big loving family.”

A matching smile slowly spread across Lynette’s face. “I didn’t realise how much I missed being a part of a family. It’s a lovely feeling.”

“No brothers or sisters?” John asked, taking a seat.

After a nod from Alyssa, Lynette sat down too, the dress revealing more of her shapely legs. “I was an only child and I lost my parents several years ago.” She gazed into the distance, a sadness in her eyes. “I’m starting to realise just how much I sacrificed for my career. It’s been… lonely.”

Alyssa leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “That’s over with now. You’ll never feel like you’re alone again.” She straightened and draped the uniform over her arm. “I’ll just make some alterations to this and you’ll be all set for the meeting. I’ll need to take in the waist and let out the bust a little. You’ve been… redistributed.”

Lynette glanced down at her considerably perkier chest and blushed, then placed her hands on her rounded stomach. “I don’t think my waist has changed all that much.”

The blonde trailed her fingers over the curve and grinned. “That’s just a temporary cum-belly. You’ve actually dropped six inches off your waistline.”

“I can’t believe the difference in just a day…” Lynette marvelled, before glancing at John and giving him a pleading look with puppy-dog eyes. “Please can I take a look in the mirror?”

“Just indulge me for a little while longer,” he said with a smile. “I promise it’ll be worth it. Besides, I need to strengthen your heart in preparation. The last thing I want is you dying of a heart attack.”

She looked at him in shock, then laughed when she realised he was joking. “Alright, I’ll be patient.” Looking at him curiously, she continued, “When are you going to feed me again?”

“I was originally thinking midday,” he replied, eyeing the curve to her tummy. “But that lot should last you until around four this afternoon.”

Alyssa laughed and nodded. “Yeah, please wait. This poor uniform wouldn’t be able to cope with you being fully loaded!”

John smiled at her, then said, “There’s actually another reason for delaying too.”

“What’s that?” Lynette asked, looking at him curiously.

He met her hazel-eyed gaze and replied, “I want to prove to you that I’m not just doing all this to turn you into a…” He raised an eyebrow. “I believe the term you used was ‘puppet’?”

“It was,” she said solemnly. Looking at him in fascination, she continued, “So how do you intend to prove otherwise?”

“By getting you elected before I’ve fed you three times,” John replied, his tone and expression open and honest. “Then if you change your mind about joining us, you can still be the Fleet Admiral without feeling like you’re under any obligation to me.”

“You’d really do that?” Lynette asked quietly. “When you’re this close to having someone you ‘control’ in charge of the Terran Federation?”

John shrugged and nodded. “I’m not interested in ruling the Terran Federation by proxy, Lynette; I just want High Command to stop stabbing me in the back.” He waved his hand at her body and added, “I’ve been doing this to give you a makeover as a thank you gift, not to try and control you. Besides, it really doesn’t work that way, all the girls have free will to make their own choices.”

Lynette gave him a grateful smile, then reached out to hold his hand. “You didn’t have to make this gesture, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I believe that everything you’ve told me is the truth.” She tilted her head to one side and continued thoughtfully, “I have considered that I might be feeling this way because you’re exerting some kind of insidious influence over me, but I malatya escort honestly don’t think that’s the case.”

“Like I said, you can still walk away if you choose,” John said, making a show of removing his hand from hers. “I think we’re close enough friends now that you can see I’m a good ally for the Terran Federation.”

She caught his hand again before he pulled it back too far. “I haven’t changed my mind,” Lynette said, smiling as she interlaced her fingers with his. “I trust you. I want to be a part of your… family.”

“Phew!” Alyssa said with a grin, putting her arm around Lynette and giving her a hug. “I’d have been really disappointed if you stopped now. I want to see what you look like when the change is finished!”

The older woman laughed and nodded. “I must admit to being more than a little curious myself.”

John smiled at her, then relaxed in his chair. “I suppose we better discuss how we want to handle the meeting this afternoon. Do you have any ideas?”

Lynette responded with a decisive nod. “I do…”

***

Leader Mantaneus’ squinted against the glare as he stared at his battered cruiser. Shafts of bright light from Ashana’s yellow star arced down into the underground hangar and reflected off the silvery hull of his ship, making it gleam in the midday sunshine. As he watched, anti-grav cranes began to pivot, applying more force to the massive cylindrical object that was deeply impaled in the disc-shaped craft. A grinding squeal of tortured metal echoed around the hangar and the ancient onyx device was slowly inched out of the sundered Etherium hull.

*We were very fortunate that our entire vessel was not destroyed in the impact,* he noted to the smaller Ashanath engineer standing beside him.

*It was not good fortune that saved us,* Engineer Careti replied. *The inertial dampeners reduced the force of the collision by 43.829 MegaHeurons, preventing the entire vessel from being instantly obliterated.*

A robed Ashanath glided up to them, his spindly hands folded into the voluminous sleeves of his white garment. *What was truly fortunate was that you managed to locate this missing fragment of the Legacy,* Councillor Talari said, inclining his head politely to them both. *My thanks for keeping me apprised of the recovery effort.*

They remained silent after that, watching as the long column of black metal cleared the outer hull of the Ashanath cruiser. When the huge cylinder finally swung free, it wobbled precariously for a second until it was restrained by several grav-hoists, then floated ominously in the air. The glistening black object was just over sixty metres long and despite having been involved in a high-speed collision, there wasn’t even a scratch on its flawlessly smooth surface. It was obvious to anyone observing the extraction that this was a weapon of some kind and the yawning barrel seemed to be surrounded by a forbidding aura that sent a shiver down their spine. Unlike the gleaming silver ship, sunlight seemed to… avoid… the black object, as if shying away from its fearsome presence.

*How can it have survived intact?* Leader Mantaneus marvelled, his big black eyes sweeping along its length. *Not just the crash, but the Drakkar torpedo attack as well… I was present at Ashana when we defended our homeworld from the invasion, I witnessed the calamitous explosion that crippled the Legacy.*

Councillor Talari turned to face him, the expression on his face unreadable even to another Ashanath. *It is a sinister relic from a bygone era, Leader Mantaneus. I fear its technological secrets are far beyond our ability to unlock…* He paused for a moment, then fixed the cruiser captain with an unblinking stare. *I trust that your absolute discretion can be relied upon regarding the retrieval of this device? All data regarding the Legacy is classified at the highest level.*

*What device do you speak of, Councillor Talari?* Leader Mantaneus replied, sounding confused. *Our vessel was involved in a collision with a rogue asteroid…*

Engineer Careti nodded, adding, *It was an unfortunate but not particularly remarkable event. Perhaps another sweeping of the space lanes around Ashana might be well advised?*

Councillor Talari gave them both a sweeping bow. *My sincerest thanks for your cooperation.*

They returned his bow and Talari walked away, his white robe rustling over the orange sand drifting over the hangar’s deck.

*Senior Councillor, we have completed the recovery operation,* Talari said to the leader of the Ashanath Collective. *The Quantum Flux Cannon appears to be fully intact!*

*I thought that artefact was lost forever!* Ularean gasped, sounding elated. *I will inform JohnBlake immediately!*

***

Avery Gibson’s hologram glowered at Jehanna. “You’re supposed to be my lead anchor! You’re not much good to me gallivanting around on the Lion’s ship!”

“Just have Bill stand in for me for a few more days,” Jehanna pleaded, batman escort wringing her hands together. “Please, Avery…”

He harrumphed and waved his hand dismissively. “We got a brief bump in the ratings when Armstrong got shot in the arm, but I need you back on the screen. The sympathy boost is just about tapped out.”

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it! I’m being given unrestricted access to the Lion, the Lionesses, everything!” she said, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m even working on new contacts in High Command… this is big, Chief, I promise!”

Avery wavered, conflicting emotions playing across his face. “I-I think you’re too close to this one, Jehanna… It might be better if you come back to the studio, so we can keep an eye on you for a while.”

Jehanna gave him a playful grin. “Avery Gibson, I’ve never known you to turn down the opportunity for an exclusive. You’re not getting soft in your old age are you?”

He threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes as he snorted, “Fine! Have your extra two days, but you better be back in the studio by Friday, young lady! And the story you’re working on better be dynamite!”

“It’ll be worth it, Chief!” she exclaimed, her grin widening.

He nodded and grumbled, “It better be…”

Jehanna was about to end the call, but she hesitated for a second. “I’m really glad you weren’t hurt, Avery. Please wish Bill a speedy recovery from me.”

“I’m glad you’re safe too, Jehanna. You had us all worried there,” he replied, his stern gaze softening. He coughed and made a shooing motion with his hand. “Now get back to work! I’m not paying you to lounge around… you owe me a story!”

She laughed and nodded, waving goodbye as she ended the call. Rising from her chair, Jehanna steadied herself with a hand on John’s desk, unused to carrying such a heavy weight in her swollen belly. She ran her hand over the tautly-stretched skin, shivering with pleasure at the thrill that sent through her body. Knowing that she was huge with the Lion’s cum was incredibly exciting and Jehanna couldn’t believe she’d actually been able to live out one of her naughtiest fantasies.

Walking out of the Ready Room, her eyes flicked across the Bridge to the blue-skinned Maliri sitting at the Int-Ops station. She was reminded of a much more recent fantasy, her mind drifting back to that zero-g orgy and those gentle blue hands that seemed to be everywhere at once. She smiled to herself, eager to speak to the enchanting alien woman again. As Jehanna walked up the ramp, she watched Irillith frowning in concentration and couldn’t help wondering what was making the hacker look so frustrated.

“Hello, Irillith. What are you working on at the moment?” she asked politely, as she stopped by the station.

The Maliri blinked in surprise at the interruption, having been so immersed in her work that she’d been oblivious to Jehanna’s arrival. Irillith gave her a radiant smile and rose from her seat, then wrapped her arms around Jehanna in loving embrace. “Welcome to the family,” she said, her tone gentle and full of warmth.

Jehanna snuggled into the hug, feeling the taller girl’s impossibly pert breasts pressing against her own. She felt her nipples harden in response to that deliciously soft contact and couldn’t help letting out a low moan. Irillith pulled back in surprise at the intriguing sound, then gave her a knowing smile as Jehanna flushed with embarrassment. She ran her slender blue fingers over the dusky girl’s curved tummy, her smile widening when she heard Jehanna groan in response.

Leaning closer Irillith whispered softly, “Tashana and I can’t wait to get our hands on you again; we’ve never seen such a beautiful Terran before.”

Jehanna gazed into those angular violet eyes, enthralled by the sensuous exotic woman. “I-I feel the same way… about you.”

Irillith kissed the tip of her index finger, then gently placed it on Jehanna’s flushed lips. With a sultry smile, the Maliri girl murmured, “Tashana would be cross with me if I kept you all to myself. Let’s wait for my lovely sister to return, then we can all play together…”

Inhaling deeply, Jehanna nodded, then smiled as she blew out her breath. “I don’t know how any of you get any work done… there’s far too many beautiful distractions aboard.”

The Maliri laughed as she returned to her seat and glanced at the bank of holo-screens. “It can be hard to keep focused sometimes.” She glanced at Jehanna and added, “You asked what I was working on… if this is my interview, it might be prudent for me to wear a suit of armour. I don’t think John’s quite ready for the secret of the Maliri to be revealed yet.”

“No, this isn’t an interview, I was just curious about you and your work,” Jehanna quickly explained, then felt flustered at her lack of composure.

“Well, I spent this morning locking down Hangar Bay One, disabling all the security cameras and sweeping the place for hidden surveillance equipment. Now that’s completely secure, I’ve been trying to decipher the Vulkat’s technology archive.” She sighed with frustration and waved a hand at her screen. “If you guessed that an arachnid thinks in an entirely different way to a humanoid, you’d be absolutely correct… none of the decoding programs I’ve written so far have come remotely close to deciphering whatever this is written in.”

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Bryan Graves stood stock-still and stark-nude, his heart pounding in his throat as he stared in panicked silence at the four buxom rosy-pink beauties before him. Every breath came as if through thick, pink cotton candy, but he was forced to savor every gasp of air he could get.

He had just locked himself in here. He had thought he’d be safe. Even now, Vestere, Calliste, the Twins, the Blonde, and of course, the dreaded Adeline were just on the other side of the door, six gorgeous fleece sprites of the Deep Evergreen cooing and calling for him to be a good boy and open the door–no doubt so they could resume their torturous games with his captive, helplessly ticklish body.

The room he’d fled into, though, seemed little safer. It was decorated to be almost embarrassingly pink and girly, leaving in him no doubt that this was the bedroom of Adeline–“Princess”, as someone had called her. Adeline was the most bratty, spoiled, entitled, sickeningly saccharinely sweetly drop-dead gorgeous bombshell of a bimbo he’d ever met, and she seemed utterly determined to bring him to his knees for her and make him say and do anything to please her.

At least these four pink-haired sprites seemed significantly less dangerous. They were shorter than the others, probably lesser sprites of some kind. Two of them had bright blue eyes, and two of them had bright sunset-red eyes like Adeline herself. All four wore elegant, delicate pink babydolls decorated with fuzzy pink fluff over the chests and lining the fringes. Just beneath the see-through fabric, he could see their frilly pink panties, as delicately ruffled as rose petals.

They certainly seemed less of a threat than those outside the room–these girls were just giggling and cooing, surprised and delighted at his entrance, and weren’t making any moves to, say, tackle him to the floor and tickle his brains out.

His jaw clenched. He knew it was a bad idea to underestimate them, but at the same time, the idea that these four novices could be anywhere near a match for him was absurd. Bryan Graves was a trained mercenary, bounty hunter and assassin (his exact job description depended a little on the job, and who was paying, and how much was being paid). He had no doubt he could handle four mere girls.

Even unarmed.

Even completely unarmored.

And naked. And aroused. And still shivering slightly from the sensory assault he’d just escaped moments ago.

“Oh my goshhh,” cooed one, bouncing excitedly in place, her fluffy-frilled babydoll swishing with every movement, “hiiii! What a cutie!”

“Oh my gosh, I knowww,” gushed another. She stared up longingly at him, big eyes bright and eager. “Adeline never ever ever lets us play with, like, the fun ones!”

“Or the super handsome ones,” bubbled the third, batting her eyelashes up at him and bouncing on her tiptoe in her fine blue slippers. Gods, even they seemed a bit overdressed to Bryan–though everyone was more dressed than him right now. “So what’s your name?”

“I…” Bryan set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“My name’s Melody,” chirped the fourth, smirking. “Gosh, he’s all secrety, isn’t he?”

“My name’s Aria,” added the third one, giving him a flirty wink. “I guess he’s, like, shy! That’s even cuter!”

“My name’s Harmony,” said the second, still beaming up at him in adoration. “Don’t worry, shy little cutie! We’ll protect you from those mean girls out there.”

“Oooh, yeah!” the first one beamed and bounced on her heels, her smile as big and vapid as her chest was big and bouncy in that see-through dress. “My name’s, like, totally Candice.” We’re way nicer than them!”

“And way, like, prettier, too!” added Melody, her lips quirking toward a subtle smile.

“Except for Princess Adeline, of course,” added Aria. She pouted. “But, like, the others? Toootal buttfaces.”

“They never trust us to play with the new arrivals,” sighed Harmony with a sad puppydog eyes up at Bryan. “Just the ones they’ve already, like, melted into obedient putty, you know?”

Bryan swallowed. Well, they certainly weren’t going to melt him into… anything like that. Not if he could help it, and he could. He needed to find an exit, or a weapon, or some clothes. Ideally all three.

“Don’t worry, cutie,” Aria said, taking a bouncy step closer. “We’ll keep you nice and safe in here.”

Bryan took a half-step back. He didn’t want to fully retreat just yet–the door was almost at his back, and that was the last place he needed to go closer to. He was a little less worried about handling these girls if they weren’t even trusted to help brainwash new ‘recruits’. Besides, he found he was noticing that thick cotton candy scent to the air less and less. It had probably been localized to the main chamber, or to Adeline, even. It was no longer bothering him nearly so much.

He looked around, hoping he’d spot some sort of hatch, or a artvin escort back door, or anything. Surely there had to be multiple ways into the sprite den. Unfortunately, it was a little hard to quickly scan a room so cluttered with girly accouterments and bouncing, tittering bimbos.

Harmony bobbed a step closer. “Well, how about it, cutie?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes up at him. “Would you like our help?”

“Don’t need your help,” Bryan muttered, almost to himself. “I can… find a way out on my own.”

“Aww, sure you can!” Harmony’s eyes shone bright with radiant glee. “You’re, like, a big, strong man, aren’t you?”

“I’m a bounty hunter.”

“Yeah, and we’re just a bunch of cute girls. What do we know?”

“Yeah,” agreed Melody, giggling, “I’m sure we don’t know, like, about any escape hatches or anything like that.”

Bryan gritted his teeth. They were just trying to get under his skin. He didn’t need to listen to any of this nonsense.

“Gosh,” Candice cooed, bouncing up from his right side, and he gave a start as he realized just how close she’d gotten, “so where are you gonna go?”

“Oh, yeah!” Aria’s head bobbed as she slipped in from the left. Bryan tried to ignore the way her babydoll squeezed her jiggling tits. “Tell us your plan! I bet it’s suuuper smart!”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “As if I’d–as if I’d tell all of you.” He was getting flustered, despite his efforts. They were all just so… so pretty, and he was still horny. His cock was still hard, somehow, still dribbling a little from all the… all the torment it had received. Tickling and stroking and edging and…

And it didn’t help that he couldn’t for the life of him think of where to go next.

“Fine,” he muttered, feeling his cheeks getting hot slightly. “You say you know a way out?”

“Ooh, maybe!” Melody batted her eyelashes up at him. She was… awfully close now. They all were, he noticed, taking a nervous breath in. “Would you, like, like our help?”

“I…” He swallowed. “Just tell me.”

“Hm.” Melody’s nose wrinkled. “That didn’t sound like a ‘yes’.”

Bryan glared at her. “Just tell me what I need to know, or–“

“Or what?” Aria said sweetly, pressing up towards him.

Bryan clenched his fists. These girls weren’t any threat, but they weren’t what he was worried about. The longer he wasted time here, the more likely the others would find a way inside–or to block off the escape hatch before he could use it. And he was unarmored, unarmed…

… to his angry embarrassment, he realized he didn’t have an answer.

“Yes,” he said under his breath.

“Ooh, what was that?” Candice’s head tilted inquisitively.

“Yes,” he growled. There was no way he was saying more than that–

“Yes, what?” Harmony asked, pressing in closer and biting her lip.

Bryan stared down at her. Gods, he wanted to wipe that big adorable smile off her gorgeous face. “I need your help.” The words came as grudgingly as rocks grinding on rocks.

“Ooh, yay!” Candice beamed and clasped her hands behind her back. This incidentally caused her chest to jut out and up towards him, an effect drawn into focus by the way she bounced eagerly from heels to soles. “You just gotta–“

“Wait, Candice,” said Aria suddenly, putting a finger to those plump, pouty pink beestung lips of hers. Her eyes settled on Bryan with a knowing flickering behind those pink irises. “Gosh, we’re just giving this away for free. A big, tough, scary bounty hunter probably expects us to give, like, something in return!”

Bryan’s heart started to race. He did not have time for this nonsense.

The bimbo sheepgirls all seemed delighted at this idea, giggling and exchanging giddy looks, but none looked moreso than Harmony. Her eyes had widened and lit up like fairies in the dark. “Oh gosh, oh my gosh, yes! But what?”

“How about…” Melody pouted, her eyes traveling admiringly over his whole body. Bryan squirmed slightly. Then her eyes lit up. “Oh, you know what? Haven’t we always wanted to try… you-know-what on someone?”

Aria and Harmony exchanged excited looks.

“Huh?” Candice blinked. It seemed to take her a moment to understand, and then her face broke into a wide grin. “Ooh! O.M.G, that’s, like, sooo much a super-duper great idea!”

“W-What?” Bryan looked between the four as they bounced around him. He didn’t like how enthusiastic they seemed to be getting about this new idea.

“We’ve never gotten to try it on a boy like him before, either,” Aria said, crackling carbonated excitement in her voice as she looked him over. She reached up and gave her breasts an indulgent bounce. “Never with a boy so, like, strong and independent!”

“W-What are you…”

“I bet it won’t even affect him,” Harmony said confidently, batting her eyelashes up at him. “Which means he’ll get to experience it aydın escort all toootally clear-headed, and he can tell us what he thinks at the end! Gosh, it sounds, like, like so much fun to try!”

“What are you talking about?” Bryan burst out, wincing as he noticed a trace of nerves breaking into his voice.

The four maids-in-waiting–bimbos-in-training–exchanged sly looks.

“We wanna try,” Melody said sweetly, taking a bouncy step closer, almost within arms reach, “fluff-fluff puff-puff!”

Bryan blinked. “… what?”

“Ooh, it’s sooo much fun,” cooed Candice, and he heard her taking a step closer as well, just within his arms’ reach. Not hers, fortunately, since he was a lot taller–and more athletic–than any of these girls. “Like, it’s kinda like a game!”

Bryan felt his cheeks heating up. He was very conscious of how the sheepgirls seemed to be getting closer and closer by the second. “I…”

“Aww, c’mon, sweetie,” said Melody with a vapid smile, bouncing in place, her breasts rising and falling with every motion beneath her delicate fluff-trimmed dress and making his breath catch in his throat. “It’s not like us girls could be, like, any threat to you… right?”

The four fleece sprites tittered, clearly finding the idea to be hilarious–and adorable.

Bryan felt his face burning now. “R-Right,” he stammered, off-balance again, and stopped himself from taking another step back. He had nothing to fear. These fleece sprites posed no real threat to him, and he refused to make himself look vulnerable. Even naked, he still had his dignity.

“Right!” chirped Candice happily. “So we can play?”

“I…” He hesitated, looking between the four girls. “Well, I didn’t say that, just that–“

“Yay! Oh, gosh, it’s gonna be soooo much fun!” Harmony hopped closer, her eyes bright and full of happiness, a happiness that Bryan almost couldn’t bring himself to quash. She reached up and started bouncing her breasts together. “Puff-puff fluff-fluff! Fluff-fluff puff-puff!”

He gave a nervous smile, unsure how to react. Was she trying to hypnotize him? Surely not. It was too blatant, too… amateurish.

“Yeah, like, boys like you always looove our boobies,” cooed Candice, reaching up and bouncing hers, too, as she swayed her hips and advanced closer. “Aren’t they, like, soooo soft and fluffy?”

Soft and fluffy, sure. He glanced down at her, suppressing a wry smile now. It was almost cute, the way they though this would… affect him. It was harmless, really. Still, he probably shouldn’t… stare…

“Soooo soft and fluffy,” echoed Melody, sidling closer. “Go on, cutie! Feel how soft~” Bryan gave a start as he found her taking his hand and setting it upon one breast. “See? so soft.”

She was soft. Soft and fluffy. Bryan swallowed. These fleece sprites smelled awfully sweet when they were bouncing their breasts like that. He could almost see little puffs of pink perfume every time their breasts bounced together, like pollen puffing off of disturbed flowers.

“Puff-puff-puff!” sang Candice in his ear, forcing him to spin around. She was getting… awfully close, wasn’t she? But she was just a dumb bimbo. She probably didn’t even realize what she was doing. She beamed up at him with wide, vacant sunset eyes. “Aren’t they pretty?”

He couldn’t help but look when they were right there before him. The fleece sprites were all incredibly buxom, just like Adeline. Curvy and soft and fluffy and… he swallowed, forcing his hand away as he realized that he was till caressing Melody’s breasts through the fluffy material of the babydoll dress. It was starting to feel very warm in here. “They’re… fine, I guess,” he muttered.

He didn’t know why he’d said that. It was just… she was staring right at him, waiting for an answer, and he had to say something. His breath sped up a little as he turned and saw Aria advancing, getting very close now. “Goshhh,” she breathed, her breath as wispy and soft as cotton candy, “look how much he loves it!”

He tore his eyes away, embarrassment muddling his thoughts into a hot mess. Out of the low corner of his eye, Aria’s breasts bounced and squished slowly together, bounced apart, squished together again. Then eagerly, rapidly. She had no rhythm, really, no technique–just a bimbo bouncing her tits together. Bouncing bouncing bouncing. Squish-squish-squish. Bounce-bounce-bounce.

“Just…” He bit his lip. “I wasn’t staring, I was just…”

“Oh, sweetie, I think she meant your…” Harmony bit her lip and gestured shyly downwards.

Bryan’s squirmed as he realized what they meant. His cock was fully erect, and twitching even now. He quickly covered it with a hand.

“Aw, it’s okay!” Harmony bounced on her tiptoes and squeezed her tits together. Bounce-bounce-bounce. “It’s okay! All boys do it!” She winked. “They can’t help it.”

Couldn’t balıkesir escort help it. He swallowed. Of course. Of course his cock was a little hard. Who could blame him? These four were getting awfully close, and… and it was only natural…

“Soooo pretty and bouncy,” Candice breathed, swaying slowly back and forth, letting her breasts swing like pendulums. “Aren’t we, like… suuuch pretty girls, Mister Big Tough Bounty Hunter?”

Bryan squirmed even more as he felt them getting close enough to brush against him slightly. He was still trying to keep any of them from getting too handsy, but they were starting to get a little out of control.

But… they were just novices, weren’t they? Just maids-in-waiting, he told himself. How could they possibly be a threat when he’d already resisted Adeline, their teacher?

He’d… he’d definitely resisted Adeline. That was what that had been.

“Aren’t we?” pressed Harmony, her eyes wide and needy, almost pleading.

Bryan gulped. She looked so eager for praise as she bounced, and bounced, and squished her fluffy breasts together, and bounced. Bounced. She swayed closer, shoulders rolling to encourage her breasts to jiggle. He almost felt guilty. They were clearly… clearly trying very hard. They were desperate, even.

Unprofessional as it might be, he couldn’t help but want to at least… throw them a bone. That couldn’t hurt, could it? Seeing as it wasn’t affecting him at all.

“S-Sure,” he heard himself mumbling as he watched them sway. “You’re… pretty, I guess…”

As soon as the words had left his lips, the fleece sprites squealed in delight, and he felt intense regret. What? Why had he said that? He needed to keep focus!

It was just getting very hard to muster the same certainties right now. The sprites kept… bouncing. And with every bounce of their tits, with every squish and squeeze, he felt another puff of that sweet pink misty perfume waft right into his face. He turned away from Harmony, only to realize he’d made a serious tactical error.

He had allowed himself to become surrounded.

Surrounded on sides by buxom, gorgeous, breathtaking women who seemed only too eager to play abd tease…

He needed to push one of them away. He looked between the four, trying to spot the weak link. Melody looked a little too eager for him to put her his hands on her, and the thought flustered him too much to think about. Harmony… no, she might grab hold if he tried to push her. Aria? She was leaning forward too much. Supposing she leaned into him instead of leaning back?

As he looked between the four beauties, he turned around and around, considering each one in turn and hesitating longer and longer each time as they smiled and giggled and jiggled and puff-puff-puffed their fluffy perfume-laced tits up in his face. He needed to get clear of this, and fast. Before something happened. Before he got… before he, well…

.. well, there was no threat to him here. Right?

He was beginning to feel a little dizzy. He tried to keep an eye on Melody, but spun as he felt the tickling fluff of Candice’s babydoll brush over his bare back. She just giggled and beamed up at him and bounced her tits in his face.

Bryan told himself he needed to settle his heartrate, manage his anxieties, get his head together. So he took a deep breath in, and his head swam with the sweet perfume puffing all around him, and he felt his knees go weak.

“S-Stop…” he whispered, trying to force his eyes to fix above their heads, far from the four pairs of jiggling tits. “Th-That’s enough. I… I need to go now, I…”

“Aww, cutie,” Aria exclaimed, “gosh, you can’t leave yet! We haven’t even gotten…” She gave sultry smirk and lifted her tits up, and he felt his knees aching to bend, to bring him down closer and closer to those gorgeous bouncy breasts… “…to the best part~”

He mumbled something that felt like a no, shaking his head, trying to clear the fuzzy cobwebs away. He reached up with one arm to push one of the sprites away–it didn’t matter who–but his effort was weak, half-hearted.

And to his panic, he felt a hand latch onto that arm.

“H-Hey, stop!” He tried to pull away, but the grip was tight and unyielding. In desperation, he tried to use both arms to leverage himself back.

Only for his second arm to get grabbed, too.

He looked up and his vision swam as he saw it was Melody and Harmony holding his arms captive. They smired and pulled him nearer, and he felt his knees buckling, found himself falling to the soft, pink, carpeted floor. “S-Stop it,” he protested, “d-damn it, I’m… I’ll…”

But his struggles were pathetic. His muscles felt limp and relaxed. He breathed in deeply and felt everything in his body turning to goo as the scent poured over him…

The four maids-in-waiting just cooed and laughed and bounced closer and closer, pressing in on their captive now. His head swam as Candice’s tits bounced right in his face, as he heard her sing, “Puff-puff!”

His whole world was melting into sugary pink mist as he turned away from her. But there was nowhere safe to turn, for now he was facing Aria, Aria bouncing her boobies–her breasts with a happy giggle. “Fluff-fluff!”

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Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait, and thanks for coming to read this chapter. Life sometimes gets busy and makes it hard to write, but I’m learning to make time for it. Thanks for being patient with me and leaving such nice comments. As always, feel free to message me, rate, and comment with suggestions and stuff. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

***

“Dad…how…is this really you?”

“It really is, son. It’s me.”

“How is this…”

“Just come here and give your dad a hug, I haven’t seen you in ages.” Marshall said as he awkwardly embraced Ethan. The sea of people, which included enforcement agents, workers from almost every other unit, and the citizens, hadn’t subsided in the slightest, and still huddled around Ethan and Marshall, amazed at what they saw. They cried out a collective ‘Aww’ as they saw father and son reunited and hugging once again, lost in the appearance of sentimentality and the moment. Ethan and Marshall whispered to each other’s ear as they embraced:

“I don’t how in the hell you did this, but trust me, I will find out.”

“We’ll see.” They released their hug and exchanged intense looks, which only looked like more sentiment to everyone around them.

“Alright, everyone, I know you all probably have loads of questions and concerns for me, and I appreciate them all. I will be answering anything you want to ask in a special press conference in two days. Come by if you want to ask me something important! Now, obviously this is a tender moment, but I need a moment of privacy with my son.”

“To catch up with each other and tell my dad how old he still looks.” Ethan quipped as the crowd bellowed in laughter.

“Of course, always the jokester. Let’s reconvene in your office, Ethan?”

“Of course. Everybody, back to work. Thank you for your support during this time.” Ethan said as the crowd began to disperse and he and Marshall headed towards his office.

He was being very cautious during this moment, as it was a unique one. Not only was he hit with the bombshell of his father’s return, but it was in front of a huge crowd of people from every sector of the Society. An outburst, ill-advised comment, or display of anger would play negatively to the citizens he’d been fighting hard to reconnect with the past few weeks. He needed to play this right.

As he and Marshall entered his office, he activated the privacy and soundproof panels in his office, so that no one would see the ensuing conversation.

“What? Don’t want anyone to see the dashing President in his office?”

“No, I just don’t want them to have to look at your old, grumpy face. Cheer up old man.”

“You thought that comment back there was really cute, didn’t you? Your comedy’s grown stale in all these years.” Marshall sneered as he sat down in the chair across from Ethan’s desk.

“Enough small talk, how did you do it?”

“Well, hello to you too son. I thought we were going to catch up, reminisce on old times?”

“Hello, have you been good? Great. Now, answer me. How are you back? How are you here?”

“Come on, you don’t want to reflect on all the good times we had together? It’ll help you relax, you seem tense.”

“I’m fine, and there’s no good times to reflect on, unless you want to just make some up like some children’s fairytale. You never were the artistic, or the intellectual type though, and who knows? You might not even be able to write anything anymore.”

“I can do plenty, and your smart mouth isn’t going to help you now, Ethan.”

“How did you do it, Marshall?” Ethan said as he started raising his voice.

“Do what? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Marshall said as he chuckled and they exchanged cold glares. Ethan could tell, he was trying to bother him, annoy him, get him off balance. Even worse, he seemed to be enjoying it, like a kid’s first time at an amusement park. He couldn’t get enough of it, and Ethan wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“You just want me to say it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well you should know, since only one of us in here has been dead before.”

“Hmm…” Marshall could only muster a grumble under his breath.

“How did you come back? How is it possible?”

“Look, if you want to have all of these pressing questions answered, and it’s clear you have a lot of them son, I already told you and everyone else when and where to be.”

“No, I’m not going to your ridiculous press conference. In fact, it’s not happening. There won’t be a press conference.”

“What makes you think you can-

“Look, father, I don’t know how you came back, or if you came back, or if you were really dead at all. I don’t know if you used magic or some kind of spell. But I do know one thing: you are not the president anymore. I am. This are my citizens, my people to govern and take care of. You are not in control here anymore. That was a long time ago, and you need to remember that.”

“And you need to remember this, The Society as it is currently constructed kırklareli escort is my creation. The order, cleanliness, everything. It’s here because of me and my regime, and the people, your people as you call them, have not forgotten that.”

“There isn’t going to be a –

“There you go again. Understand this, Ethan. I may not be in control, or have any intentions of being in control. Hell, for all you and everyone else knows, I might just be happy to be fucking alive. But don’t let that fact cloud your judgement. Just because I am not in control does not mean you are. Control and power are complex concepts son, and they aren’t acquired just by saying you have them.”

“I don’t need a speech from you about power or control. Especially not now. I know what I’m doing here, I’m actually helping these people, something you never gave much of a damn about.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re helping them plenty. Look, if you’re so confident in your position as President of the Society, why not just allow the press conference? Something so miniscule couldn’t possibly endanger your position.”

“Fine, I’ll let you have your little conference. Now that you’re back, you and I both know that people are going to have questions and they won’t subside until somebody gives them some answers. I’ve seen it first hand, since you’ve been away taking a nap while I did all the work.”

“Grrr…” Marshall only let out a low growl. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked when was able to stop his father with his smart comments. Marshall was also known for having a steady disposition, and although more aggressive than Ethan, it was difficult to get him off balance as well.

“But if you try anything sneaky or I suspect foul play, I’ll shut the entire thing down and have the enforcement agents contain you. Two days from now.”

“Fine by me.”

“Good. Now, get out of my office, I have work to do. I would tell you get some rest, but you’ve already done plenty of that.” Ethan said as he scrolled through his computer and prepared for the rest of the day, with Marshall still sitting there.

“I’ll be just fine, Ethan. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.” Marshall said as he slowly got up and walked out of Ethan’s office.

While Ethan continued with his work, he thought more about Marshall. He didn’t care that he just seemed happy to be alive, or made comments about not wanting to be in control. He knew his father, probably better than anyone here, and he knew he was plotting something. Ethan’s job was to find out what, before it was too late.

***

Ugh, what time is it? Oh wait, I almost forgot…

Kodi awoke suddenly, as one of her notepads and a few pens fell to the floor. She was unsure about what time it was, or even what time of day it was. The only way she was able to tell before was from his arrival after working at his ‘job’. That would tell her that it was probably the end of the day, but even then, time just felt strange in space. At least on Earth, there was daylight and nighttime to regulate things from a time perspective. Out here, on the space station, it was more complex, but she was sure the Society had some type of artificial lighting system to give its people the appearance of morning, noon, and night.

As she stretched her arms out and shook her afro, she still felt tired and realized that her sleep cycle was out of whack too. Besides the amount of work she’d been doing to get the schematics on the Phantom Link right before working on hardware and a prototype, her first nights here were also a partial culprit of her fatigue. The long metal table, being exposed to those weird devices as punishments, combined with the general fear of him in the beginning, made peaceful sleep impossible. She had to admit, in her first days here, there were probably better nights down on Earth.

But although it was adding to the fatigue, she was determined to finish this work on this new device. As she scanned the room, she saw a familiar sight lately: the crumbled-up pieces of paper and notes everywhere. On the floor, on the small desk where she sat and took notes, and even on the bed. It was a natural byproduct of her ambition. She was so entrenched in the coding and schematics that she rarely stopped to clean up during the process. It was only towards the end of the “day”, when she felt that he might be coming back soon that she decided to halt her fiery path of labor and tidy things up a bit.

I swear, this paper seems to come out of nowhere! Kodi thought to herself, surveying the mess she’d made.

She got up and started picking up papers, skimming through them to see if there were any notes or leftover blueprints that might be useful. She found a few interesting ideas that she’d mistakenly tossed and set them inside the neat notebook, which would be the final draft of calculations and ideas that she’d give to him.

She proceeded and picked up something off the bed. That bed. The bed where afyon escort he’d been inside her for the first time. Where it felt so good, so titillating that she started getting a little moist from thinking back on it. She stopped and started playing with herself, sitting on the bed and remembering those sensations. As odd as it felt to think it, she actually kind of missed him, the mysterious man, her captor. She missed his firm, strong grip on her voluptuous body, and the feeling of him inside her. Just as she lay back and began to rub her moist pussy lips and let her breasts free, she suddenly her noises coming from outside the room.

He was back. Maybe he would be in the mood and want her again, as he had three other times. Maybe she wouldn’t have to rub herself until she came, and he would do it himself, in his strong, almost forceful way. Kodi wasn’t able to see anything beyond the force field he put up, nor was she able to control it or take it down. She was at his mercy, and had to wait for him before leaving the room or doing anything outside of it. The collar around her neck reminded her of that. Kodi heard him looking through some of his storage, probably to grab some devices. She also heard clanging on the metal table, which was probably him sitting his stuff down.

But as time passed, she realized that it was taking longer than usual for him to release the force field and ask her about her day and everything. Was something wrong?

“Umm sir? Are you there?”

No answer.

“Hello? Can you release the force field? I wanted to show you something!”

Still nothing.

Kodi also noticed that she didn’t hear him walking around anymore, nor as much clanging. He must’ve been sitting down, probably to work on something. And he was ignoring her. Things felt pretty good between them after the other night when she took him inside her for the first time, and she wanted to show him the progress she’d made. But it was becoming increasingly clear that he didn’t want to be bothered tonight, and wasn’t even going to interact with Kodi. Something must have happened, or been troubling him for him to change moods this drastically.

Even on difficult, long work days, he’d come down and talk to her for a second before telling her to get in the sedation pod. But tonight was different, which was made even more evident by the sounds of the sedation pod opening while Kodi remained behind the force field later on, about an hour later. During the first part of the day, Kodi would occasionally fall asleep behind the force field in his room, to take breaks like he said. But at the end of the day, however, she always went to sleep in the sedation pod, besides maybe one night. He always slept in the room, on his bed. She never saw him get in the sedation pod before, but clearly their sleeping arrangements were going to be different tonight. She picked up a few more notes off the bed before lying down in it and falling asleep, clouded by her worries and more questions about him.

***

The next morning, Ethan woke up with a lot on his mind. The abilities of the sedation pod, his own invention, helped to calm him a little and get some sleep, but it couldn’t solve all his problems. He groaned and grunted as he exited the pod, feeling pretty good physically but still feeling mentally heavy from the myriad of thoughts swirling through his mind. He got dressed and headed up to his office to participate in his morning ritual of looking out the window, after making sure Kodi was taken care of. He was always up a little earlier than most people in the Society, but he made it to his office even earlier than usual to ponder while looking out at space.

Besides his father’s generally annoying personality, something else was bothering him. Something potentially serious. From their conversation, it appeared that he knew something about the Society and what’s changed since he was away. He knew things, possibly things that couldn’t be observed just by looking at new technologies or a fresh common room design. And if Ethan was right and he did know about the happenings around the Society in his absence, that could only mean one thing: he had someone helping him. He figured this anyway, based on whatever method he used to come back, or heal himself or whatever it was.

But there was something else that bothered Ethan as well, something that amazingly troubled him even more than the possibility of losing his position as President, and the impending danger that would ensue if such a thing came to task. Something he couldn’t stop thinking about…

Kodi.

So far, Kodi’s presence on the Society’s space station, along with the fact that she was alive, had remained a complete secret. There hadn’t been close to any questions raised about her, besides an outburst from the General, which was easy for Ethan to manage, and Alyssa’s sudden curiosity about it the other night. In both instances, he was able to convince them that amasya escort Kodi was nothing to worry about and that she was dead. Coupled with the fact that the rest of the citizens in the Society seemed to be feeling safer with the new security measures, he was actually feeling reasonably confident that he could keep Kodi’s presence a secret.

But now that Marshall was back in the fold, an entirely different and more dangerous threat to he and Kodi had arrived. Not only was he more familiar with both the Society and Ethan than almost everyone, his personality would prove to be a unique challenge. Marshall was the type of person who could smell danger, sniff a rat out from a mile away. His combination of military experience, cunning as a strategist, and extreme skepticism made him almost impossible to fool.

It was his ultimate reputation, and a source of fear and intimidation for everyone around him. It was only because of Ethan’s specific relationship to Marshall, coupled with his own intellect and ability to read situations well and react properly that he hadn’t already slipped and revealed Kodi’s presence.

If he was getting help, then that meant he was even more of a threat than ever. Ethan needed to find out who he was working with, quickly and subtly. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if he found Kodi, if any of them found Kodi. For some reason, he was growing protective of her, and wouldn’t give her up to someone as conniving and menacing as his father. He wouldn’t lose her. He couldn’t.

“Hello, sir?”

“Sit down, Alyssa. Go ahead and get my appointments in order, then we’ll proceed from there.”

“Oh, okay.” She said nervously as she sat down and begun rummaging through meetings on the calendar. Ethan remained standing at the window, silent.

A little while later, after he had attended some meetings and Alyssa had worked on some documents for him, Ethan was back at the window, thinking about Kodi once more. It was then that Alyssa did the one thing she always hated to do, but felt she needed to.

“Umm, Mr. President?”

“What is it, Alyssa? Something wrong with the computers?”

“No, everything is fine over here. I was just…wondering if everything was alright with you. You’ve been awfully quiet today.”

“I’ve just been thinking, getting my thoughts in order and preparing for some of the new technologies we have coming up.”

“Oh…”

“This job does get a little busy every now and then.”

“Right, of course. Well, okay then, just checking.”

“Alyssa?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m guessing you heard about the news that Marshall is back, right?”

“I heard. It was kind of hard not to hear about it. It’s all everyone’s been talking about.” As she glanced over at Ethan, still not turned to face her, she worried more. She knew this was most likely what was causing his extended silence.

“How do you feel about it?”

“Feel about it?”

“Yes. About him coming back.”

“Umm well, it’s obviously great that somebody who we thought we’d lost forever is back. It’s always good news when we know a citizen of the Society is safe and sound.”

They might not be safe and sound for long, he thought.

“Of course.”

“And I mean look at him, he seems like such a nice, cool old man.” Alyssa said as she gazed outside the doors of Ethan’s office with a warm smile.

Ethan turned around and saw Marshall not far from his office, a few room back. He was doing something that Ethan rarely ever saw around the Conners household: being nice. He was talking to an elderly lady, laughing and helping her carry some items back to her room. They looked to be having a good time, but Ethan knew better. He knew that Marshall probably didn’t even like the lady, and couldn’t wait until her little errand was over. Moreover, Ethan suspected that it wasn’t a coincidence that this wonderful exchange happened right outside his office. His father wanted him to see this, to see him. To get in his head.

It only confirmed what he already knew: that the growing conflict between him and Marshall was going to be dictated by their images, the way they were viewed by the people. It was a battle of public perception.

“Yes, he’s…very nice it seems. The people seem to have taken a renewed liking to him.”

“Exactly, I would be that happy and cheery too if I was pronounced dead and was given a second chance. Who wouldn’t?”

“Anyone would. Second chances are a rarity in this world, and especially on this space station. He’s a lucky man.” Ethan said, knowing luck had little to do with it.

“He really is. And we could probably use some of that kind of energy around here. You’ve been doing your best to help move us forward, but the people could use a little boost. Maybe this is it.”

“Maybe.”

“The only thing I don’t get is how? People don’t just come back to life, do they?”

“They’re not supposed to, no.”

“Have you ever heard of anything like it before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, whatever it is, it’s like a miracle or something.”

“Alyssa, did you heard anything about this, any rumors about someone coming back or Marshall at all? Maybe I missed something, you know how I get when I dive into my work.” Ethan said as he turned and walked to his desk, and stared right into Alyssa’s eyes with his blue glare.

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Dear reader, this is a work of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic animals with human intelligence having sex with our human hero. If this isn’t for you, please read my other stories.

Hopefully, you have read chapter 7, as it all leads up to this…

All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.

~~~ *** ~~~

Pisces, the mermaid princess and Tom, the super sex toy human, swam on to Mermaid’s cove to find the canine Thomas, the fishing boat captain, still waiting for him in the torrential rain on the clifftop. His face lit up as Tom swam in, making it look a lot easier than when he left. Thomas ran down the cliff steps to greet Tom and Pisces on the tiny portion of beach left.

“Hi, Pisces, Tom, you survived?”

Thomas shouted, staying clear of the breakers.

“Captain Brown is safe. The Mermen are taking him to Fisherdog cottage beach. You need to meet them there.”

“But… You couldn’t have swum all the way out there and back in this weather?”

The impossibility of the feat surprised Thomas.

“Can you keep a secret?”

Tom laughed, as this seemed to be one of many today.

Thomas nodded, but wasn’t sure what to expect. Tom looked at Pisces, then back at Thomas, as he flicked his tail up in the air… Doing a handstand underwater, waving his tail in the air, as breakers crashed over him. He flipped and saw Thomas with his mouth open, jaw on the floor.

“You’ve grown a tail?”

“Don’t worry, it’s temporary… I’ve done it before. Now go, you need help to get the Captain home. I’ll catch up as soon as I can get my legs back.”

Thomas shook his head, not sure of what he just witnessed, turned and ran back up the cliff, to disappear over the undergrowth to run along the coast, gathering fisherdogs along the way, to help the exhausted Captain Brown, the top dog of the village.

“You’ll have to hurry before the tide cuts off your opportunity to dissolve that tail.”

Pisces pointed at the waterfall streaming down the cliff, landing on what remained of the little beach, as the tide threatened to cover the beach with saltwater. Tom beached himself, then still clutching the sonar lantern, flopped himself over to sit under the icy stream of water that was now cascading down off the cliff.

Pisces remained in the sea, bobbing up and down, fighting the swell, but struggling to remain in the tiny cove.

“I’m going to have to go. I can’t stay in this swell much longer.”

She blew him a kiss and only had to move across for the current to pull her out into the foaming seas, giving one last flick of her tail as she disappeared into the foaming seas.

Tom sat patiently in the freshwater as it poured down on him, gradually getting colder and colder, whilst wishing for his tail to dissolve and fall off. The tide was still creeping up the rest of the beach, with larger waves now reaching the base of the waterfall.

Tom lay down and raised his tail, resting his fin on the cliff, so the freshwater ran along its length, as his shoulders caught the odd wave of saltwater. It wasn’t a comfortable position to sit in whilst cold, but Tom tried to while away the time, wondering what we could do if his tail doesn’t fall off.

Tom fought the freshwater stream pouring down on him from the cliff above and the washing seas across the beach. Frustrated, knowing his feet and legs remained trapped inside his tail. He hoped it would dissolve soon to release him. As Tom explored options, a wave crashed over him, submerging his head as he breathed in, causing him to cough and splutter as he gasped for air.

His automatic reaction was to leap to his feet so he could breathe. As he fought for breath, he realised he was standing on his bare feet. His tail had ripped, now falling off him, encouraged by him brushing the scales and skin off him, until he was standing naked on the pebbles, knee-deep in the sea.

Tom stubbed his toes more than once as he made his way to the cliff steps and climbed up, searching the undergrowth for the nook in the cliff. He found the deep gap and pulled his boots out, glad to get socks and boots on his feet.

He wished he had left his boots until last, as he threaded his boots through his boxers and then his shorts, trying not to get either wet, even though he was still wet through from the rain. His T-shirt was a relief then the coat Thomas had lent him. Rather than wander around with the sonar lantern, he stored it in the cliff alcove.

Now protected from the wind with his coat on, despite being wet underneath, he felt warmer and made his way further up the cliff. His instinct was to head for the fisherdog’s cottage beach, but they would have landed and left by now, so he headed back to Dogwatch Cove.

Several fisherdogs were standing outside Captain Brown’s house and were pleased to see Tom, patting him on the back and allowing him to enter. Once inside, he took his coat off, but was still wet. Margaret appeared and gave him a hug.

“Thomas and Edgar told me what you’ve done… Thank you for bringing kastamonu escort Edgar home to us.”

She pulled Tom into a front room, where Thomas and Edgar sat in front of a fire, both with mugs of tea.

“Hi, how are you feeling, Captain?”

“Much better now I’m home and feeling my bones again.”

He motioned for Tom to join them nearer the fire. Tom didn’t need to be asked twice, moving forward to close in on the fire, hoping to dry his clothes. The fire was obviously some facsimile, but thankfully, it pumped heat out.

“Tom, I’ll tell you what I’ve told Thomas… There is to be no retribution against Balthazar.”

“You’re mad. He sent you to your death.”

“We don’t know that. I hit something submerged.”

“Wake up and smell the coffee… You were nowhere near the island rock… We know Brock has a submarine… That sonar lantern thing ensured you could not call for help from the Merpeople. They didn’t want you to return. They have a plan, and you’re not part of it.”

From behind them, there was a gasp and Margaret ran to stand behind Captain Brown’s chair, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

“Is that right Edgar?” She asked.

Edgar’s mouth remained shut, so Tom spoke up.

“Yes… What is it with this world? It’s all unicorns and rainbows and yet when things go to shit you can’t see it for what it is.”

“Now, now Tom, we don’t have unicorns here, whatever they are.”

Thomas now spoke up. “Edgar, I fear Tom is right… I think he has a perspective we lack… We have to be on our guard… All of us.”

“Okay. I need to speak with the King, until then, no retribution against Balthazar, either of you.”

Edgar glared at Tom and Thomas.

“Can you also tell him about what we talked about? There is more at stake here.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Edgar… Captain… I’ve not been wrong yet… You mammals of this world seem unable to consider what real, clear and present dangers face you. This is not paranoia; you’ve just never experienced what kinds of threat could come through a wormhole for you.”

Thomas and Margaret glanced between Tom and Edgar, realising they were missing an important piece of the jigsaw puzzle here. Tom looked back at them, realising he needed to be transparent, so they all knew.

“Well, it’s not just that… We now know what was in the genetic material that Triton found.”

Tom ignored Edgar, shaking his head. He cleared his thoughts, and it all fell into place.

“There are two threats here… The first and closer to home is an internal threat. The genetic material contains nanobots that will turn any victim into a zombie.”

He saw their blank looks.

“It removes their free will. Anyone injected would do someone else’s bidding without question, which would be perfect for bureaucrats to take over the monarchy.”

“The second threat is far more dangerous… It is an internally generated mistake, but the threat is external. Whoever is controlling these wormholes, which just appear in spring and autumn, doesn’t realise that other, parallel worlds like mine, would interpret these wormholes as an aggressive action. They need to be shut down before you have an army marching through one to invade this world.”

Even Captain Brown reeled back, shocked at this revelation, as they all looked at Tom, aghast at his summation.

“Are you sure Tom? I hadn’t quite digested what you had said whilst I was clinging to a rock for my life.”

“Despite Britain being a milder country in my world… They will only put up with losing a few citizens here and there for a while. If these wormholes affected, say, China, Russia or North Korea, then we would definitely face a threat from my world. I’m not saying this to shock. You are not prepared for their weapons or ingenuity. There is also the unknown threat from the lizard people. “

“But weapons can’t travel between worlds,” Thomas exclaimed, looking at Edgar for confirmation.

“Don’t be a fool… They have scientists… Practical and theoretical, who could easily work this out. Even bows and arrows, spears, plastic weapons could transfer. If they send people, they will be experts in warfare… They will not come in peace. The countries of my world have a poor history of meeting new indigenous people and have even enslaved them.”

Thomas looked a little hurt by Tom’s words, but Tom wanted them to realise the enormity of their perilous situation. Tom was on a roll, so continued.

“If big business or the bureaucrats are involved, they will ignore any warning signs, claiming that there’s no proof until it’s too late and an interplanetary army is marching up Whitehall.”

Margaret shot Edgar and Thomas a look that showed they knew more, but Edgar wasn’t going to share anything. Tom threw his hands up in the air, frustrated…

“I give up… I’ll get back to Kitty’s as they will be busy. Thomas, if you’re staying here, I’ll walk Becky home to be sure she is safe tonight.”

He glared at Captain kayseri escort Brown, who was about to open his mouth, but Tom cut him short.

“No, I will NOT confront Balthazar or harm him! Even though he deserves it… Talk to the King, preferably get him to agree to give me an audience. Maybe he will listen to reason.”

Tom turned and stormed out of the room into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him, and put his coat on. He was back out in the wind and rain before he knew it, the biting icy wind cooling his anger as he bid the fisherdogs outside good night. Not for the first time, Tom stomped away from the top dog’s house, angrily kicking stones. The evening was still young and turning the corner onto the road, he could see Kitty’s pub was busy.

He entered the pub and hung the coat up on what was an already full set of coat hooks. A whole flurry of canine paws patted him on the back, congratulating him with whispers of thanks. They couldn’t know of his swim or tail, but maybe assumed he had contacted the merpeople directly in some way.

Looking across the crowded bar, he saw the feline bureaucrat Balthazar sitting at his barstool, back to the crowd, pretending nothing was unusual. He headed for the kitchen to find the canine Becky and caught a whiff of perfume that he recognised, but it didn’t belong in Kitty’s pub.

He searched around the lounge, saw the human guest, Roxy, waving, with obvious relief in her eyes. He waved back, but continued his search. Scanning back around behind him to the bar, he saw a red female form, squeezed in the far corner of the bar, surrounded by admiring fisherdogs.

This was no dog… Her pointed ears, snout, red fur and whitish belly fur, with a bushy tail curling around behind her, pointed at her being a vixen. There was no doubt about her being sexually attractive to both Tom and fisherdogs, but she had an air of menace in her gaze. She was definitely the source of the perfume that he recognised.

Tom noticed her eyes pass him by, almost ignoring him, which raised concern. All the tourists were curious to the human that had entered, especially to receive the attention from nearby fisherdogs, but not the vixen, which aroused Tom’s suspicions.

He continued to the kitchen and entered to see Captain Brown’s daughter, Becky, being comforted by Brenda. Seeing Tom, she ran to him, hugging him.

“Is it true, dad’s safe?”

“Yes, he’s safe. Thomas is with him, as are a few other fisherdogs.”

“Thank heavens… I refused to believe it until I saw you were also safe.”

She planted a few kisses on him, cheeks and mouth, to hug him as tight as she could, to reassure her he was safe.

“They said you contacted the Merpeople who rescued dad.”

Tom nodded, not wanting to tell the full story in front of Brenda, as he didn’t want the world to know his secrets. Although he was sure Thomas will explain to Becky later if her father didn’t.

“Becky, can you remember that perfume we smelled at the beach the other day?”

She pulled back from her hug to wipe her tears dry and nod.

“Yes, and I can smell it again tonight.”

“I’m still not a hundred percent sure of my sense of smell. Humour me. Who in the bar is wearing that perfume?”

“That’s easy… It’s that vixen. She arrived not long after you all left to search for dad. No one knows her, but she is vying for any fisherdog’s attention.”

“Is she asking any questions or trying to find anyone?”

“No, she barely talks, except to laugh at some suitor’s jokes or to avoid any advances. They’re all finding it a bit frustrating.”

Tom found his apron on a hook, hooked it over his head, and tied it around his waist.

“Right, I’ll get back to work. Becky, you’re not to leave here without an escort of any type. I’ll walk you home when you’re ready to go.”

“Thanks, now I know dad is safe. I’ll finish my shift. If Thomas stays with dad, you can walk me home later, but I’ll be alright on my own.”

Tom held Becky’s paws and looked her in the eye.

“Becky, after today I’d prefer to walk you home.”

Becky saw the concern in his eyes and nodded. Tom left to head out and restart his work. Back out in the lounge, he cleared tables and empty glasses. Sarah, the head feline waitress, came over, her tray full of plates.

“Hi, you okay? We were all worried when the fisherdogs returned, but not you?”

“No, it’s okay. I called into Captain Brown’s house to dry off and warm back up.”

“Well done. They say you contacted the Merpeople, who rescued the Captain.”

Sarah echoed the common explanation.

He could see her eyes asking for more information, but again, the subject was not for public debate.

“Yeah…”

“Er… I think your new friend, Roxy, was a little concerned. She asked about you several times.”

Tom glanced over at Roxy’s table to see her watching him. Their eyes met, and she beamed with a wide smile, eager to talk. Tom went over to Roxy’s table. As soon as he placed the kıbrıs escort tray on her table, her hand shot over to cover his with her cool hand and squeezed.

“You’ve been gone for hours. They said you had all gone to search for a missing boat… But when the others returned and you didn’t, we were all worried.”

“No, I was safe. I stayed with the rescued captain and his wife to warm up.”

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Thanks… It means a lot to me… Would you like anything else?”

“Please. I’ll have a cider, please?”

“Yes, just a minute.”

Tom picked up the tray and made his way to deposit the tray in the hatch for Becky. Returning to the bar, he asked the feline pub owner, Kitty, for Roxy’s cider. Balthazar had now turned and watched the fisherdogs in the bar, most notably the ones around the vixen.

Whilst waiting for Kitty to pour the cider, Tom watched Balthazar, taking in the bar activity, noticing Balthazar had a smug look on his face… The hair on the back of Tom’s neck stood on end as he linked the dots… Both Balthazar and the perfume were on the beach a few days back. They both worked with or for Brock, the villainous badger…

Tom avoided staring at either, trying to look as if he were just enjoying the atmosphere. Kitty nudged him as she passed him Roxy’s cider. He picked up a cardboard beer mat and carried it with the cider back to Roxy’s table. He placed the beer mat down at Roxy’s table and placed the cider on it.

“Thanks, Tom… Can you sit for a while?”

Tom saw her inviting eyes… He glanced around. Sarah had cleared the tables and was collecting glasses in the bar, so he could sit for a while. He smiled back at Roxy and sat facing her and the bar area. He could keep a glancing eye on Balthazar and the vixen. Roxy placed her hand on his as she sipped her drink.

“Don’t pay any attention to that vixen. She won’t do you any good.”

Roxy alerted Tom. Did she know the Vixen?

“Oh, she has certainly attracted the affections of the fisherdogs.”

“I’m sure…”

“Do you know her?”

“Oh, no… I know her type, though, Tom.”

“Oh… Maybe you’re right… they seem to enjoy her company.”

Tom grinned at Roxy, to look back and saw Balthazar looking at him, giving him a smug, knowing smile… At the same instant Tom caught the vixen glance from Balthazar to Tom, her face not showing any recognition, but her eyes gave her away, as they returned to Balthazar briefly.

They were certainly working together… Tom’s mind pondered on why the Vixen was here, to see if their plan worked or failed, or to monitor Balthazar?

“Tom, don’t pay her any attention. I’m the guest here… I want my waiter to talk to me.”

Roxy pulled Tom’s thoughts back.

“I’m sorry… I’ve never seen the fisherdogs on heat like this.”

Roxy laughed and stroked his hand. Tom turned his attention back to Roxy and tried to focus back on her. His mind couldn’t… He remembered his literary hero… Jack Reacher! It was the one book he had been reading on his walk around the coastal paths of Britain before the worm hole transported him to this parallel world.

Jack wouldn’t sit back if anyone threatened his friends. What would Jack Reacher do in this situation? How could he get a reaction from the Vixen and pull her out into the open?

“You seem a million miles away, Tom? Are you tired from this afternoon?”

“No, I’m fine… Thanks… If you don’t mind, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to poke a stick into a hornet’s nest.”

Tom got up and walked to the bar. No one paid any attention to the waiter crossing into the bar and ask for a beer. Balthazar was not ready for Tom when he walked up to him and grabbed his hand in a firm handshake. Frozen in his surprise, Balthazar watched Tom lean forward and whisper in his ear.

“I know what you are, Mr. Snake in the grass… And I know who she is and why she is watching us both…”

Tom leaned back and patted him on the shoulder, as if he were thanking an old friend. With one final yank of the handshake, Tom released his hand. Balthazar pulled his hand back as if electrocuted and looked terrified at the Vixen. Tom saw the Vixen’s face change, briefly giving her thoughts away… He saw betrayal, just the look he expected.

Tom turned back to Kitty, who passed him his beer, unsure of why he would talk with Balthazar. He thanked her for the drink and returned to Roxy’s table. As he walked, the hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he could feel two pairs of eyes on him.

Sitting back down at the table, he asked Roxy.

“Are both the white cat and the vixen watching me?”

She bent her head down to her meet her drink, rising to take a sip, trying to hide her lips.

“Yes… They both look as if they want to kill you. The white cat is now looking at the vixen, mouthing something to her, but she doesn’t look convinced. The white cat is leaving, but he’s not finished his drink.”

“Haha, I bet he is. Is the vixen following him?”

“No… She’s returned to chatting with the fisherdogs. What kind of hornet’s nest are you trying to poke?”

“Hopefully, a very dangerous one.”

Tom felt a little vindicated, as this was the reaction he had hoped to provoke. Now, all he had to do was think up a way to maximise the effect and maybe the vixen could do them all a favour.

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It was just another Friday night in the city. A night for going out and having a good time. A night to see and be seen, to check out others and be checked out by them. A night to hunt and be hunted, and on this particular night there was more than one kind of hunt going on.

There was more than one type of hunter as well.

He moved slowly through the crowd, his gaze roving over the various people in the nightclub. He knew what he liked, knew what he wanted and knew that he would find what he was looking for here. He smiled a predatory smile as he looked over the men and women dancing to the heavy bass rhythms blasting from the nightclub’s speakers.

His name was Michael and he was a vampire.

He was rather large for a vampire, standing 6 and a half feet tall and built like a professional football player. With his long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail and his rugged good looks, Michael never had trouble locating prey. It was locating the right prey that was the difficult part. While he could take the blood of any human, he preferred the taste of blood from a certain kind of person.

After prowling through most of the club, Michael finally found the one he was looking for. She was young, in her early to mid 20s and reasonably attractive, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and curvy body. She was also alone and most importantly, unpolluted by drugs or alcohol. To a vampire, her blood would be sweeter than wine…and Michael had a sweet tooth.

She looked up at him as he walked up to her and Michael used his vampiric powers to charm her instantly, taking over her mind. She quietly stood and placed her hand in his and he led her through the crowd and out into the alley behind the nightclub. His smile grew even more predatory as he thought of the pleasure ahead.

It was time to fuck and then time to feed.

Keeping his senses heightened so they wouldn’t be surprised by anyone, Michael looked into the young woman’s ardahan escort eyes and mentally gave her another command. She smiled and dropped to her knees, unzipping his jeans and releasing his already hard and swollen cock. With the vampire’s compulsion filling her mind, she was no longer a rather prim and proper young woman. She was now a lust-filled slut.

“Mmmmmm my my, what a nice big cock you have.”

She looked up at him and smiled, then wrapped her lips around his shaft and hungrily began sucking on it.

Michael groaned with pleasure, running his fingers through her hair and thrusting his hips back and forth as he fucked her warm, wet mouth.

“Ahhhh yeah, that’s it. Suck that cock you hungry slut.”

He watched her soft lips slide up and down the length of his throbbing cock, feeling her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed up and down on it. Even in undeath, there was nothing quite like the feel of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a man’s cock, he thought to himself with a smile. It felt almost as good as having one’s cock buried inside a woman. He grinned to himself, knowing that was coming up next.

With a soft groan, Michael slid his cock from between the woman’s lips, then stood her up and spun her around, pressing her hands against the wall. He reached around her and unfastened her pants, then slid them and her panties down to her ankles. Eyes glittering with hunger, he quickly stood back up and moved up behind her, sliding his throbbing cock deep inside her hot, slick pussy with one easy thrust.

“Ohhhhh godddd…ahhhh fill me with that hard cock!!”

The woman moaned with pleasure, her mind vacant except for the desire placed there by Michael’s compulsion charm. She panted and groaned, thrusting her hips back against him as he fucked her hard and deep, the tight walls of her pussy milking and squeezing his cock.

“Mmmmmmm adıyaman escort yesssss, fuck me harder!”

Michael leaned her back against him, his hands sliding under her shirt to massage and squeeze her firm tits, his fingertips rolling and pinching her rock hard nipples. He had loved playing with a woman’s breasts while he was alive and still enjoyed it as a vampire.

The pretty girl gasped and moaned as his hard cock plunged in and out of her soaking wet hole. Michael grinned as he fucked her harder and faster, reveling in his power as one of the undead to take a cute little thing like this and turn her into a mindless slut for his pleasure.

He could feel her body tensing, knowing that she was nearing orgasm. His fangs began to lengthen in his mouth as he began to anticipate the taste of her blood, the flavor sweetened and more potent from her impending climax. The blood of someone who has recently orgasmed was always so delicious.

He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pleasure as his own climax neared, his breathing quickening as the sensations built.

Michael didn’t realize they were no longer alone.

A silent shadow had slowly eased its way down the alley, closing in on the vampire and his intended prey as they continued to fuck, their heavy breathing and groaning masking the intruder’s presence. It had drawn closer and closer, then waited for them to finish. It bided its time, knowing that the proper opportunity would present itself.

Vampires were so predictable after all.

Michael gasped and groaned, feeling his climax building. He sent the young woman another mental compulsion and she came hard, moaning in ecstasy as her tight walls squeezed his aching cock. With an animalistic growl, Michael buried his cock inside her spasming cunt and flooded her with his hot cum.

Breathing deeply, he gave the woman one more karabük escort mental command as he slid his cock out of her. She turned around and dropped to her knees, then slowly licked his cock clean of their combined fluids. Michael smiled and looked down at her, his fangs bared as he prepared to have her rise. It was time to feed and feast on her orgasm sweetened blood.

He had just enough time to register an unknown sound before he died, even his vampiric speed not quick enough to save him.

The sound of the crossbow firing was barely a whisper of sound as the hyper fast bolt blasted through Michael’s chest, piercing his dark heart. The vampire collapsed, his body turning to ash even before he hit the ground, fortunately for the young woman kneeling before him. Instead of 250 pounds of dead male landing on her, she was only lightly coated with light grey ash.

The young woman blinked as the vampire’s compulsion lifted from her mind, then began looking around fearfully as she quickly stood and tried to pull up her pants, wondering what exactly just happened. Then she heard a voice from the shadows.

“You’re safe now. The vampire is dead.”

Then a form moved closer to the kneeling woman, revealing itself to be a tall, dark clad woman holding a powerful modern crossbow.

The young woman’s eyes grew wide and she whispered “Vamp…vampire??? Who…who are you?”

“I am Elena. I’m a vampire hunter.”

***

In another part of town, in a very wealthy neighborhood, there stood an elegant, colonial style house. The owner of the house stood before a large fireplace, staring vacantly into the flames. The figure stood silently in thought, then sighed in irritation, knowing that a problem had developed.

He had felt the demise of one of his minions, having a direct tie to every vampire he had ever created. He shook his head, partly in amusement and partly in irritation, as he had been aware of what Michael had been doing when he was killed.

The man quietly murmured, “So, Michael is dead. Poor fool shouldn’t have been so wrapped up in what he was doing. Ah well.”

He muttered in annoyance and then walked over to the window, staring out into the night. ” So, it would appear there’s a vampire hunter in town. I shall have to deal with them.”

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Part Two: Hildi

I was sitting in a well furnished studio apartment about 15 minutes away from a certain campus in New York’s Hudson Valley. Most of the furniture was modern, and done in neutral tones. What art there was also trended towards the MOMA mind-set. Blackout curtains covered the picture window, and aside from the glow of the TV, the room was dark. I sat on a comfortable leather couch, while she straddled a matching ottoman nearby. In the pale flickering light I can see she is grinning. No, beaming. She is clearly proud of what was on the screen. “This some of our older stuff,” she said, “but I still love it.” Her deep voice was cheerful, and although it was hard to know for certain, I was positive her eyes were actually sparkling.

She was referring to the DVD we were watching in her darkened apartment. The first few minutes of which were occupied by panning shots of a party somewhere, perhaps Marist or Albany. I couldn’t tell. The camera would pass over the usual images one would imagine; small groups of college age men and women gathered around talking, beer cans, and a lot of red plastic cups. Loud chatting and even louder music made up the soundtrack. From time to time, someone would wave or smile. One drunken frat rat gave the “shocker”. Soon, the screen settled on a familiar face; Paige. Paige was dressed in her usual casual style and a conspiratorial smile on her face. She gave the “come hither” gesture, curling one finger towards her. Her natural nails were done in a dark coffee brown. “Look at what I found!” She said in a false whisper, slurring her speech slightly. We were led to a room off of the main party, stopping at a slightly ajar door.

Paige stood aside and allowed the person filming to move up to the opening. The screen briefly lost its focus but recovered quickly, zooming in on a couple by the bed. A young man, probably in his early twenties sat on the edge. He was well muscled, probably a jock. He had a tan, and short dyed blond hair. He was completely naked, his thighs akimbo. A woman kneeled between his legs, her head was being held in place by the jock. Every now and then he would grimace or groan. Through the miracle of digital recording, we crept silently into the room with Paige.

The young woman who had been sucking off the jock was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous, but still very easy on the eyes. She had straight brown hair that fell a couple of inches below her shoulders, and pale skin. Like her lover, she was also naked, her glittery purple strapless top and violet skirt in a heap in the corner. She turned toward the camera, smiling nervously. Her face was flushed, making her shimmering pink lips stand out starkly. Her gentle brown eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. It was impossible to guess how much she had had to drink. She had a tiny birthmark near the corner of her mouth, which some may have considered too big. I, for one, thought of how she would look when she pouted. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, bostancı escort her short metallic purple nails catching the light.

The woman sitting with me told me the name of the woman on the screen. I’ll refer to her as Jill, due to the fact that she has a passing resemblance to Jill Hennessey. “We had no idea who she was until after we filmed this.” My companion commented. “We were really lucky she didn’t freak out.” I was left wondering how much Paige and the others told her about what they caught on tape.

On unsteady legs, “Jill” turned around and climbed onto the bed. She settled onto her knees and elbows, her ass and moist kitty facing towards the camera. The jock took up position behind her, the camera changing its location and angle to catch the moment he penetrated her. The jock was absolutely enormous. I ached silently in empathy for Jill, as he rubbed his glans on her labia. Forcefully, and clumsily he plunged himself into her, eliciting a loud moan sounding something akin to “Muhhh!” Paige commented to the camera and electronic audience that Jill’s exclamation may have been loud enough stop the party in its tracks.

Jill continued to moan dramatically, occasionally “Oh-ing” when he hit her sugar walls. The camera picked up the soft thwup thwup of the Jock’s sack hitting Jill as well as a quiet squelching sound as he slid his thickness all the way in and out of her sopping cunt. “Don’t arch your back, sweetie.” The person holding the camera advised. I recognized it as that of my companion. Jill’s face was obscured by her hair as she moaned into the mattress. Her toes curled and her back was turning redder by the moment. The jock-monster pulled out, slapping his shaft against Jill’s back. Some of his pre-ejaculate dripped onto her skin. Jill moaned something incomprehensible. She repeated herself more emphatically as she rolled over onto her back. I wasn’t sure, but to me it sounded like she was chanting “I’m fucked, I’m FUCKEDDDD!” Her chest was a deep red, and her breathing was deep and throaty, as she spread her legs. Without missing a beat, the jock moved in and, again without any finesse, thrust his dick deep into the brunette. “Ow!” Jill moaned. Paige told him to take it easy.

He planted his hands up near Jill’s armpits and resumed taking her. To his credit, he did seem to be making an effort to be gentle this time. Jill’s hands were up near her face as she gasped and shuddered. “Let’s see your face honey!” The camerawoman said. Jill was repeating some incoherent mantra as the man she was with was thrusting inside of her in slow, jerky strokes. The jock grunted and winced as he came. He began to slow down as thick semen dribbled out from around his penis. Finally, after a few more moments he pulled out of Jill, his spunk continued to ooze out onto the mattress.

Jill whimpered something I didn’t catch, as the camera zoomed in on her still open pussy. The jock wiped himself off, and beykoz escort quickly dressed before leaving. After several minutes of panting, Jill sat up. Paige began asking questions about how it felt and did she like it, eliciting a few noncommittal responses from Jill. When asked if she knew him, she shrugged. “I think his name is Chris or something.” The camera again panned down, stopping on her swollen vag. The scene changed and my companion hit the pause button on the remote.

“That was one of our more low-key shoots.” Hildi said, still smiling proudly. “We didn’t have a crowd watching.” I’m not sure how old Hildi is, but if I had to guess I’d say she was either 27 or 28. Like the star of the movie we had just watched, Hildi had brown eyes and dark shoulder length hair. Hildi’s hair was straighter than Jill’s and her skin somewhat darker. She was a Latina, either from Puerto Rico or Cuba, and had full thick lips and beautiful dark eyebrows. She wasn’t quite as tall as Paige, nor did she have as big a chest as her. She was wearing a black tank top, with black slacks. She typically wore black. Her nails were acrylic, and were a shade of merlot. They were long, maybe about ¾ of an inch past her finger tips, and were really noticeable as she tended to gesture a lot with her hands.

“I was kind of afraid that he’d hurt her.” Hildi laughed. It was an infectious sound. “He kept hitting her cervix.” Hildi told me they had met the jock before the party. It didn’t take much convincing to get him on board. He picked Jill out, and after some time flirting and drinking, took her back to an empty bedroom. Hildi had a habit of talking quickly, and whenever there was a moment of silence, she filled it talking about her past encounters, and what she and Paige have done over the years.

She quickly scanned through a list of dates and names, before highlighting one with her own name on it. “Here’s one of mine. I still get turned on thinking about it.” The scene started with Hildi sitting nude on a plastic chair with a large crowd surrounding her. She explained about how Paige and her camera guy were off filming something else earlier, and ended up missing about ten minutes worth of warm-up. I think Hildi and Paige shot this scene quite some time ago, as Hildi’s hair is quite a bit longer than it is now.

Hildi looked directly into the camera before it panned down towards her waist. She rubbed her hand against her puffy cunt lips, and I noticed that there was a thin nylon cord with a small plastic loop dangling from her. She reached down, wrapping the cord around one of her fingers. Her nails were an inch long and curved, done in a rather tacky fluorescent orange. People were howling with approval as Hildi slowly pulled a string of ping-pong sized beads out of her pussy. She would pause briefly to rub her clit after each blue bead emerged from her wetness. Her nipples were erect, and she moaned theatrically while pretending to kurtköy escort shield her face from view. A naked man, presumably one of her classmates at the time squatted down in front of her. He had a full-fledged erection and one of those ubiquitous red cups in his hand.

Hildi pulled the last bead from her, holding the string up to the crowd in much the same way a magician would hold up a rabbit pulled from a hat. She slouched forward on the deck chair, her legs apart. She beckoned the naked man towards her, licking her lips as he approached. The partier helped her out of the chair and led her over to a couch, where she promptly plopped down. Putting her legs up, Hildi used both of her hands to spread her labia and expose the depths of her pot. Her partner leaned into her and began to pump furiously. Hildi looked directly at the camera, her mouth agape. The camera shifted focus to highlight her being deeply penetrated.

It didn’t take long. Hildi’s lover came in her quickly, stepping back as she remained with her legs apart on the couch. A small trickle of cum dripped out, causing even louder screaming and cheering from the drunken audience. Hildi had a mock look of surprise of her face, as her partner kneeled down and pointed at what he had just done. Over the crowd, I could hear Hildi gasp “Look what you did to me!” She got up, semen dripping down her inner thighs, and changed position. She moved over to the arm of the couch and leaned forward, resting her weight. A second frat brother came up behind her, penetrating her used cunt. “Oh, Oh, Oh!” Hildi gasped. “You’re pushing it deeper into meeee!” The first suitor’s cum began to coat the second guy’s cock as he jack rabbitted her.

Hildi clawed at the upholstery almost to the point that I thought she would break a nail. The second frat brother periodically slapped her ass, saying things like “Take it”. He soon came too, pulling out before he completely finished, his seed running down and dripping onto the floor. Giving Hildi another firm smack on the tush, he went back to his cheering friends. Hildi left the couch, walking gingerly, and got down on her hands and knees in the middle of the crowd. Paige said something to her from off camera, but it was barely audible over the music. A third guy stood over Hildi, his member in hand. He furiously jerked himself off, eventually spraying cum onto her back. She stood once again, and was led back over to the couch. The guy who took her by the hand sat down first, and indicated that Hildi sit on his thickness.

Hildi bounced on his manhood, grinding into him every now and then. Her modest breasts moved up and down in time to her action. Pausing briefly, Hildi turned around to face the young man fucking her. Kissing him passionately on the lips, she resumed her cowgirl dance. The camera cut back and forth from the crowd as the show continued. Beside me in the darkened apartment, Hildi had gone quiet. In the gloom I could see her moisten her lips as she watched herself get inseminated again. The scene ended with Hildi standing bent kneed over the fourth man’s now semi flaccid penis, his cum along with the others’ falling in large drops onto his abdomen.

Having shifted her position on the Ottoman, Hildi now sat with her legs firmly together. She smiled again as she flicked on the table lamp nearby.

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It was a typical Thursday night on our college campus. My buddy and I were just about to head out to a frat party, to see who we can bring home tonight. I don’t want to brag, but picking up chicks comes very easy to us. We got there around 11, and most of the chicks were already wasted, so it looked like it was going to be an easy night.

We headed down to the basement where everybody was dancing, and I immediately locked eyes with one of the hottest girls I have ever seen. She was about 5’8″, thin, with an incredible rack. I would guess about a 34C. She had legs for days, and was dressed pretty slutty in a tank top and jean mini skirt. I went right up to her and we began grinding away. She was really into it, and it didn’t take long for us to start making out. I asked her if she wanted to get out of here, and she jumped at the invite.

Her name was Stacey, and she said we could go back to her dorm room. Stacey was an 18 year old freshman, and had a roommate, Kelly, who she said looked just like she could be her twin. Kelly was an 18 year old freshman too, and was out that night as well, and Stacey said she usually doesn’t get back till late in the night, so sounded like we were going to have some good alone time.

We got up to here room, and we were naked within 30 seconds. She sucked my cock like it was going out of style. Incredible! I bent her over the edge of the bed, and proceeded to pound her pussy as hard and fast as I could. She was loving it! I couldn’t last much longer, and blew my load all in that sweet pussy. Then we both passed out, butt naked in her bed.

In the morning, I woke up to Stacey sucking on my cock some more. She was going to town on my unit, and I was getting so close to cumming. I got on top of her, and slid it in. It slid in so easily because all that cum that I shot in her a few hours ago, was sill oozing out. I busted my night all up in her pussy again. The creampie was oozing! She said she was on the pill, so she wasn’t worried. I usually wear condoms, but she was so hot, and I just had to fuck her bareback.

After I finished, she whispered in my ear that she had an 8 am class, and she had to leave in a few minutes so she wouldn’t be late. She also had a 9 am class as well, and wouldn’t be back till it was over, around 10 or so. Stacey said I could just sleep in her bed until I she got back from class, and then ataşehir escort we could mess around some more. She didn’t have to tell me twice!

I watched Stacey put on a tiny thong, the same jean mini skirt from last night, and a different tank top, and then she left for class. Damn, she was so hot! Just as Stacey closed the dorm room door, I heard some noises, and looked over and saw her roommate Kelly, sleeping in the other bed. Kelly, was blond, and hot. Just like Stacey said she was. Kelly’s sheets were pushed down by her legs, exposing her entire clothed body. Fortunately, she was dressed similarly to Stacey, the night before. Kelly was wearing a tank top and a jean mini skirt too! I got up to take a piss and had to check out Kelly a little closer. The mini skirt was riding up really high, and I had a great shot of her bare pussy! She wasn’t wearing any panties! She must have just crawled into be wearing the clothes from the night before. Not going to lie, Kelly made my dick really hard.

I took a piss before it turned into a raging hard on, and then got back into Stacey’s bed. Kelly must have heard me take a piss, because she said hi to me when I got back into bed. She said she heard us fuck this morning, but didn’t say anything and pretended to be asleep. I was thinking, holy shit!

We made some more small talk, and Kelly told me she had a very stiff neck, and must have slept on it funny. She asked if I could massage it a little, and I said, of course! I was still naked from earlier, and just said fuck it, I’ll massage here while I’m naked. Her head was turned the opposite direction, so she didn’t see my cock when I climbed out of bed.

I climbed on top of her, and sat on her ass and began to massage her neck. She was squirming like crazy. I made my way down to her back and rubbed and rubbed. She was loving it! She then told me to take off her shirt so she could feel the massage better. She took off her tank top, and wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I couldn’t see her tits because she was lying face down, but could see some great side boob! They looked great from the side.

My cock was so hard by now that I wasn’t sure what to do. I asked her if she wanted me to rub her feet. She said, go for it. So I went down to her feet and massaged them gently. I could see her bare pussy from under maltepe escort her skirt, and I just wanted to stick my cock in there. I made my way back up her legs, massaging every square inch. I got to her thighs, and that’s when she really started squirming.

I went higher and higher up her thighs, massaging the inner part. When I got as high as I could go, Kelly moved her legs apart just a tad to give me some more room. I was then brushing my fingers against her pussy as I massaged her top inner thighs. Her pussy started getting soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy directly and she let out a moan of delight. OMG, it was so hot!

This went on for a few minutes, and then Kelly asked me if I could massage her front! That was a stupid question! She flipped over, and got to see the most amazing set of tits. They were probably 34C as well. I started out rubbing her tits and squeezing them together. They were perfect, and my cock was so hard. She started stroking it up and down. Her legs were spread wide open, and I slipped a finger in. She was dripping wet. I got right down in front of her pussy, and was about slide my cock in, when I heard a key trying to open the door.

Fuck! It must be Stacey getting back from class early. I sprang out of Kelly’s bed, and hopped back into Stacey’s bed and pretended to be asleep. Kelly did the same thing. Stacey came in and climbed in bed with me and started sucking my cock. I was so horny from messing around with Kelly, that I shot my load all in Stacey’s mouth. It felt soooooo good to cum. Stacey said, “wow, that was fast!”. I just smiled, and closed my eyes.

Stacey said her class had ended early, and all she could think about while she was in class was sucking my cock. So, she stopped by before her next class started. She had a 9am class, so she left again. As soon as the door shut, I hopped up out of Stacey’s bed and went over to Kelly’s bed.

I threw back the sheets, and she was butt naked at this point. She had taken off that jean mini skirt, and was spread eagle. My cock was still a little hard, but Kelly wanted to suck it a little to get it rock hard. I had no problem with that. My cock was a little sore from all the action it had gotten lately, but that was not going to stop me.

When my cock was rock hard again, I slid it right in Kelly’s wet pussy. pendik escort OMG, I was in fucking heaven. It was incredible. I fucked her for a while, then blew my load in her pussy. Another huge creampie. I was so tired at this point, that I just laid there on top her with my cock still in her pussy. We laid like that for about 5 minutes, and then I got a little twinge in my cock, and started moving it around a little. I got super hard again and started pounding that pussy again. I flipped her over, and hit it from the back. Her ass was absolutely amazing! I shot my load in her again, and then we both laid on the bed on our backs. We were totally exhausted by this point!

It was 9:50, and Stacey’s class was about to be over, and she would be home very soon. I got out of Kelly’s bed, and climbed back into Stacey’s bed. My cock was still a little hard, but I was worn out. I kind of hoped Stacey wasn’t in the mood anymore when she got home, but that would be kind of hard to turn down.

Stacey finally came home, and climbed in bed with me. I was awake this time, and so was Kelly. Stacey asked if I slept the entire time she was in class, and Kelly let out a giggle. Stacey, knew instantly that something had happened between Kelly and I. Stacey said, “You slut!” with a laugh. “Did you fuck him?”, Stacey said. Stacey then pulled my covers back and got down by my cock, and smelled it. Stacey laughed, “your cock smells like Kelly’s pussy, and I know exactly what Kelly’s pussy smells like!”.

At this point, I was totally turned on again. Stacey looked like she was horny as shit knowing that I just fucked her roommate, and Kelly looked like she was ready to go at it again. I wasn’t sure if I was reading their signals right or not, but I went for it.

I said, “it sounds like you two have messed around before, and I would love to get in on a threesome with too”. Stacey and Kelly both looked at each other and smiled. Stacey said, “Shower?”. I said, “Fuck yes!”.

We all walked to the shower butt naked. My cock was hard as a rock again. We got in the shower, and they both began sucking my cock. Stacy stood up, turned around and I fucked her pussy from behind. My legs were getting tired, so I turned Kelly around and shoved it in her. It didn’t take long before I blew my load inside her. I pulled it out and then Stacey sucked it a little more, and then I was done. We washed ourselves, got out, dried off, and then we all three laid in Stacey’s bed.

We ended up passing out together. This threesome became a regular thing for us. I would go over there at night, and then fuck them in the morning before class, just like I did previously. This was an amazing time, and will never be forgotten.

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