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A/N: So, I made this story around 2016, with the help of LewdnCrude. I will begin writing new stories soon, so I’ll post older stuff I made in the meantime.

Basically, this is a story we both worked on, and Lewd helped me to make the writing better for it, so I thank him for all the good help he gave me.

So, I hope all of you enjoy this old stuff! Until next time.

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The grand city of Tokyo, the largest city of all Japan, has once again been transformed into a battlefield by the raging conflict of the Kaiju. Indeed, Japan’s capital city had seen many titanic battles in its time, and now it would bear witness to the greatest conflict of all.

Gojira (aka Godzilla), the legendary King of Monsters, had spent the past few days battling against a legion of kaiju under of the control of the Xilian Controller, commander of an alien invasion bent on taking over the Earth. Most of her lackeys were wild Kaiju roaming the Earth, some of which were even allies of Godzilla, while others were brutes sharing the same dream of conquest. One by one, Godzilla had been hunting down and defeating the Xilian’s minions, never resting and never pausing in his quest to overcome his enemies.

But he was not the only kaiju to rebel against the Xilian’s mind control; the Goddess of Peace Mothra was at his side, always ready to defend her home, as was the Guardian of the Universe, the might Gamera. Like Godzilla, they too were spread across the globe defeating evil where they found it; Gamera was currently in Sydney fighting against Zilla and Kamacuras, while Mothra was in Shanghai fighting against Rodan and Anguirus.

As for Godzilla, Tokyo itself was his battleground, and he had been facing off against the Xilian cyborg, Gigan. The wretched mechanical beast had proved a powerful opponent, armed with lasers and wicked chainsaws, but even it proved no match for the King of Monsters, who’d swiftly blown up its head. But it seemed the battle was not over yet!

Godzilla looked to the sky and he saw an incoming yellow dot, moving slowly but surely towards the world. Seemed the Xilian Commander had tired of his constant victories and now sending in her best weapon; a gargantuan asteroid, within which was contained her greatest monster of all. Born from the blood of a tyrant, mutated to better resemble the Xilian race, it would be unlike anything Godzilla had ever faced before.

But even an entire asteroid would not deter the Monster King. He simply snorted with distaste, planted his feet and tail into the ground, and began charging up his atomic energies. His spines glowed bright whitish-blue as he inhaled deeply, heating the air around him as he charged up his strongest atomic blast yet. Concentrating on the yellow glow in the sky, he mustered all of his energy and then unleashed a brilliant beam of pure radioactive power!

The stream of atomic energy flies through the sky, through the very atmosphere, and collides head-on with the incoming asteroid. The raw force is so intense that the titanic rock’s plummet is slowed down by the blue fires burning into it. Godzilla continues firing, sensing the effectiveness of his attack and determined to destroy his enemy’s trump card. He keeps on firing, keeps on firing, blasting more atomic flames than he’s ever done before!

And then, in one grand and glorious explosion, the asteroid explodes in a titanic and immense shockwave.

Godzilla ceases his attack on seeing the explosion, and he shudders slightly in weariness. Never before had he expended such power in one attack, but at least it had worked. The Earth was safe at last, for the Xilian’s last and best weapon was destroyed. After all, he was the King of all Monsters, and nothing, not even a cosmic bombardment, would ever stop him.

But it seems there is one last surprise in store for him. The giant reptile’s bout of rest is interrupted by the sound of low growls behind him, the faint shimmer of something moving through the air, and he turns to see what dares challenge him. A creature is floating down from the sky, the very beast contained within the asteroid, now free and here to fight. But Godzilla finds himself staring in bemusement, for this beast is more accurately a beastess.

Her frame is humanoid, deep black in colour and laden with bony armour, a pale white in contrast to the skin. Her claws were sharp and a long two-pronged swung like a whip behind her. Her eyes gleamed ready, the top half of her head guarded by a skull helmet and long silvery hair billowing out behind her.

Ah, but intimidating as the dark bony female could be, she proved also quite alluring. Her impressive frame proved lovingly curvaceous, sweet and smooth, with her wide hips shifting down into the impressive legs. The way she sways in readiness for battle is rather lovely, especially with the tail waving and the claws flexing.

And don’t forget, she had quite the impressive bust at her chest, a most delightful pair of round and hefty orbs swaying themselves with her movements. As dark as the rest of her, more than escort bayan şirinevler a handful even for the Monster King and tipped with their greyish, such mighty breasts were surely a grand and glorious sight for a kaiju or anyone else to behold! No wonder she was the Xilian’s greatest weapon with tits like those.

Godzilla looked her up and down for a second, before smirking. She was pretty sexy, but not quite as sexy as his gal Mothra. Still, a babe was a babe, and he could roll with that.

Monster X did not quite share the same sentiment of attraction as her opponent did. Her gleaming red eyes narrowed with anger as she took a steady battle pose. Her mission was clear; she would destroy Godzilla once and for all and allow her commander to seize the Earth for herself!

Godzilla prepared himself for battle in turn; compared to Gigan and all the other Kaiju he’d defeated, he wondered if this one would put up more of a fight. But then, she had survived an exploding asteroid without a scratch. Perhaps she would prove a worthy adversary after all.

If nothing else, she was certainly an attractive adversary. Admittedly, it was somewhat hard to focus on battle when his eyes roamed from her immense breasts to her lovely curves to the hint of her groin underneath bony plates-

Suddenly, before he could react, the challenger leapt forward, spun in the air and slapped him across the face with her jagged twin-tail. The attack had him staggering back, growling with irritation at the cheap shot. Couldn’t a kaiju look at tits without being slapped these days? Even Mothra didn’t smack him for that!

Glaring up at his foe, he sees the slight smirk on her face. Seems she was a bit cocky on getting the first hit, the little punk. The monster girl reared back a bit, red eyes gleaming and frame swaying, and then fired a shot of powerful gravity beams from her eyes, including from the sockets on the skull-like plates on her shoulders, determined to make him suffer. The blasts seared off of his scaled frame, enough to hurt him a touch as he flinched back.

Irritated, he retaliated with a blast of atomic flame, which the lustrous enemy dodged, landing neatly to the side of him with a quick placement of the feet and a lovely jiggle of the tits. Urgh, no wonder she was the Xilian Commander’s best; not only did she hit hard, she moved quick. A pity Mothra wasn’t here to help him. She was good at fighting fast foes, and if nothing else at least he’d have another curvaceous kaiju to look at.

Monster X came at him again, this time delivering a powerful kick that both staggered him backwards and gave him a good look at her luscious thighs moved. But he wasn’t going down without a fight and promptly swung around, his huge tail smacking into her side and knocking her into a nearby skyscraper.

How convenient the city had been evacuated, for absolutely no-one died from such a tremendous bout of destruction.

Their fierce bout continued, the titillating alien monstrosity versus the radioactive reptilian juggernaut. Her superior agility and martial fighting skills was more than enough to land many hits on Godzilla, but his superior bulk and defences allowed him to endure each attack and return the favour with powerful blows. Oh, this Monster x was one heck of a good opponent indeed. He’d look forward to bust an atomic nut inside her lovely body when he’d worn her down.

Ah, but such a feat wouldn’t be so easily achieved. The time had come for the Xilian Commander to unveil the true power of her champion, to finally crush her most resilient and persistent of opponents. Not even Godzilla, King of Monsters would be prepared for what was in store!

The Xilian Mothership granted an awe-inspiring power to Monster X, grand energies swirling around the busty Kaiju as she faced off before Godzilla. The King of Monsters hesitates as he sees the flow of energy encircling his foe, especially when she puts on quite the devious smile indeed. The alien bares her arms wide, body shuddering and tits jiggling as she absorbed all the grand power deployed by the Mothership!

And then, before the shocked reptile’s eyes, she began to transform!

Her body grew larger, larger, widening at the hips and rear, strengthening with muscle as her limbs flexed. Massive draconic wings sprouted from her back and flexed outwards, huge and intimidating with their spiked struts. The two-pronged tail split into two full tails, each bearing a spiked club at the end. Her breasts, already pretty fucking big, got even fucking bigger, swelling lovingly like titanic mountains of titillating wonder.

Her body got darker, with hints of gold along the bone-like armour, and the skull-like pauldrons on her shoulders began to rise up and flesh out alongside her own head. Three long necks became apparent, each tipped with a draconic head bearing the gleaming red eyes of his foe, and Godzilla’s jaw dropped in a mixture of awe and horror.

Horror; it was Ghidorah, his most ancient bahçeşehir escort and deadly of enemies, the three-headed dragon responsible for so much suffering!

Awe; she was hotter than ever, a curvy and busty beauty with tits bigger than his head!

Well, seems the final boss had gotten even more final boss. Shame he hadn’t been able to overcome and fuck the shit out of her in her other form, but hey, he could still roll with this. He’d fucked the original Ghidorah, that golden beauty with the sweet tits and the three heads craving his cum, and he could fuck this super-edgy bony dark one too. After all, he was King of Monsters. He’d pumped the Goddess of Peace with his seed more times than he could count and he could fuck this gal too.

The newly transformed Monster X, now known as Kasier Ghidorah, towered over the King of Monsters, all three heads glaring down at him with a feral fury. She was angered at having been kept at bay in their initial battle, unable to destroy him, and now she would finalise her mission. She had gotten so much more powerful, more powerful than any kaiju on Earth could ever dream of! At last, she would annihilate Godzilla and then-

But then she pauses amidst her intimidating snarling, for something happens right before her. And that something just happens to be her noticing the fact that Godzilla was currently sporting a boner. Yep, a huge-ass boner, grand and thick and crimson in colour, the very tool that had fucked so many other female Kaiju in the past and seem all too eager to do the same to her.

Hesitation flickered in the dragon girl, her luscious frame shifting a bit as her three heads exchanged bemused glances. Though her mission was to destroy Godzilla and pave the way for her commander, there was no denying the lewd desires that twittered within her. Her commander was quite the perverted woman, a trait she shared with her greatest beastess, and that meant that Ghidorah, however powerful and destructive, was somewhat swayed by the sight of a huge cock before.

Urgh, how annoying. Her destructive nature conflicted with her perverse whims, and her claws ghosted over her massive tits as she pondered this turn of events. Godzilla just watches her smugly, already knowing how this would turn out. Call him cocky, or just experienced, but every female he’d whipped his dick out for had not taken long to go down on it.

And indeed, just like that, the gargantuan dragon girl’s malicious intent seems to die down, and she gives a low coo of interest of three pairs of eyes focus intently on the reptile’s cock. Her grand curvaceous body sways slightly as she saunters forward for a closer look. Her huge wings flex, her tails wag and her serpentine idly lick over her fangs as she takes in the sight of the huge crimson length.

Surely the mission to destroy Godzilla could wait a wee bit. She’d never seen an actual dick before (though she had seen quite the few pornographic videos back with the Xilian Commander) and surely this could be a good learning opportunity. What harm would there be in one quick romp with her enemy before annihilating him, just to see what sex was actually like?

With that, her claws squeeze at her immense tits and her tails snap around her plush ass. Why not? The grand three-headed alien decides to have some fun with her reptilian foe.

Godzilla sees it in her gleaming red eyes, the dawning of lewd intrigue, and he smirks over his maw. As always, ladies couldn’t resist the Monster King. Slowly, Kaiser Ghidorah approaches him, giving soft purrs from all three heads as she fondles her bosom, clearly wondering how best to start with him. Well, Godzilla knows what to start with; the second she’s within groping distance, he reaches out and grasps at her huge tits.

The dragon gives a low moan at his firm claws grasping at her doughy flesh, feeling the intriguing sensations of her luscious flesh being squeezed. Such speed, such confidence! The way he gropes her, hard and sure, speaks volumes to past experiences of fondling kaiju tits, and it makes her tremble so nicely as her sensitive bosom is fondly squeezed and played with.

Godzilla admires huge tits, and he’s never seen any as huge as Ghidorah’s. Such massive jugs are perfect for kneading, digging his claws into as he jiggles them to and fro, rubbing them together and bobbing them up and down. The nipples tipping them are pert with arousal and he spares a moment to teasingly pinch them, making the dragon gasp with pleasure. Ah, seems she loved her boobplay, the way all three heads gasped and the way her tails wiggled. Good for her, for her fat tits were perfect for groping.

Years of fondling Mothra has given him a lot of experience with groping. The Goddess of Peace taught him a few tricks to please a girl, and he was going to show this draconic beastess exactly what he knew.

He leaned in to lick at her gigantic tits, admiring the exotic alien flavour of her bosom. Not quite as sweet as Mothra’s, but a bit tangy, a bit başakşehir escort spicy, and he quite likes it. As he’d hoped, her tits were as good for licking as they were for groping, and he rumbles approvingly of how good her jugs were. Licking and groping them, making the alien female moan, he could probably play with these tits forever.

Ah, but he ought to get on with things. His cock throbbed heavily, aching to have some fun with this huge girl, and what better way to get her started than with using these fat titties for paizuri?

Godzilla promptly ceases licking her tits, though keeping them firmly held in this claws, and rumbles, tilting his head down and waving his hips to emphasize the aching length of his shaft. One of the dragon’s heads peers to the side to examine it, before catching on and exchanging excited natters with the other two. She had an idea what he was after, a pornographic called paizuri. She watched many videos about it with the Xilian Commander, watching busty woman purring with pleasure as hard shafts thrust between their tits.

Grinning with delight, the dragon girl obediently shifts back, first onto her knees and then lying on her back upon the rubble. Wings spread wide and looking utterly lovely, she purrs and beckons for the Monster King to indulge her. Smirking, the atomic reptile does exactly that, straddling her curvaceous body and settling down just below her immense bosom. His claws squeezed at her tits before holding them apart and then sliding his massive shaft between them before squashing them around it.

Immediately both kaiju purr with pleasure as they relish in the sweet sensations. She could feel the firmness and heat of his girth rubbing nicely against her sensitive rack, and he revels in the pillowy softness of her fat tits around his dick. Such huge tits were almost as wondrous for his cock as Mothra’s, and he was definitely going to enjoy fucking them hard.

Rumbling delightedly, tail rubbing over her naval, Godzilla squeezes her tits hard around his shaft and begins to shift back and forth between her breasts. Ooh, how good it feels to shift his hard length between such soft doughy orbs, to feel their warmth lovingly rubbing along his length. They squeeze so nicely in his claws, grind against his penis so smoothly. For an alien conqueror, she sure had quite the fuckable bosom. Tits like these made for perfect cock-cuddlers!

Once more he finds himself lamenting Mothra wasn’t here. Seeing her tits pressed up against Ghidorah’s here would have made such a lovely sight. Plus, she’d have loved to lick these tits clean once he inevitably cums all over them.

Ghidorah moans pleasurably as Godzilla fucks her tits, his claws squeezing them tightly as he kneads them over his shaft. The warm friction of her rack rubbing over that immense cock is wondrous, and her necks are long enough that her heads can curl around to see the massive crimson shaft poking out amidst her tits. Ooh, such a sight enthrals her, makes her feel so lewd, and she promptly shifts all of her heads in to playfully lick at Godzilla’s tip whenever it pokes out from her bosom.

The Monster King rumbles with satisfaction as he feels their tongues adding to the sensations experienced by his happy shaft. Such sweet little licks they give them, dashes of wet warmth to contrast the grand soft heat of her tits! Such a swift and lovely need to taste his shaft, to experience his tangy flavour! Ooh yes, he’s going to have a lot of fun with this draconic temptress.

His cock keeps shifting between her fat tits, his claws kneading them as her trio of tongues licks around his tip. Ooh, the combination of her boobs and tongues were assuredly going to get him to deliver a lovely load, and he figures he may as well cum now and give her a taste of what was to come. In every sense of the sentence.

Thusly, with a mighty roar, Godzilla unloads his first load for the draconic beauty, his cock blasting a spurting of semen straight into the waiting maw of the middile head. She gasps in wonder as his hot semen splatters into her open mouth, basking her in a wave of exotic tangy flavour, and moans pleasurably at its wondrous taste. More spurts of cum shoots out for her, and her middle head greedily gulps it down as the other two dart in to lick up whatever is missed. Such delicious cum needs to be taken in whole and she won’t miss a single drop!

Seems all those porn videos she’d watched with the Xilian Commander had paid off after all!

Godzilla shifts back with a throaty rumble, pulling his shaft free of Ghidrah’s fat tits and now aiming his ejaculation across the grand orbs. The dark breasts are splattered with his cum, caking them under layers of thick whiteness, and she groans in relish as his hot seed satiates her sensitive rack. For a quick taste, he could certainly put out a lot, and she finds herself revelling in every bit of hot cum pouring onto her tits.

Just like that, the Monster King’s cock ceases its sputtering and he rumbles contentedly as he admires the sheen of spunk upon her massive bosom. Ooh, Mothra would have assuredly loved to clean this mess up! As it stands, Ghidorah is not bad herself; craving more of his cum to drink, all three heads dart in and start lapping up the spunk from her bosom, claws moving in to fondle herself as she cleans up. How she loves the taste of cum, and how he delights in having introduced her to it.

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This is the second volume of the Sierra Waycross saga. It can be read as a standalone story but if you want to see how Sierra became a gladiator then check out ‘Academy’ in my list of stories. This tale contains strong erotic content and sexual domination so enter at your own risk.

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Sierra Waycross stood in the wings waiting for her first contest as a professional gladiator. She nervously adjusted the thin band that held the bottom part of her wrestling costume together. The only relief to her sense of anxiety was that her opponent was her best friend and roommate from the Saebra academy where they had spent the last two years training. Tessa Lockhart stood at her side with the same sense of excitement and anticipation that Sierra felt.

Sierra and Tessa came from two completely diverse backgrounds but had developed a deep friendship regardless. Sierra had lived a privileged life as a daughter of nobility in the far off kingdom of Rahnd. She had a talent for weaponry and martial combat, which she kept secret from her family. She left the drudgery of court life without telling anyone in order to follow her dreams of becoming a warrior. She now kept her noble background secret. At the academy, she was often underestimated in combat because she appeared too feminine to be considered a threat.

Sierra’s beauty had a classic quality. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders in waves and natural dark streaks permeated her blonde locks giving a striking multicolored effect. Her skin was a golden tint from her time training outdoors and her bright emerald eyes completed a sensational portrait of a woman that any man would desire. The fact that she didn’t look the part of a gladiator often worked in her favor. Her opponents at the academy never expected her to be so skilled and she finished at the top of her class along with Tessa.

Tessa was a raven-haired beauty with dark mysterious eyes. She was just as alluring as Sierra, but that sense of mystery shrouded a hint of ruthlessness that could rise to the surface if needed. She came from a land where she grew up as a thief in order to have enough food to eat. That survival instinct turned into a profession until she was eventually caught and arrested. She had the option of prison or the gladiator school. She chose the latter.

Sierra continued to fidget with her scant costume. “I can’t believe they make us wear these,” she complained. “We might as well be wrestling in our underwear. I don’t see how this is supposed to stay on in a fight.”

“I think that’s the idea,” Tessa replied wryly. “I find the knee-high boots that go with it even more amusing. And these vibrant colors really make us stand out.”

Both girls were wearing identical costumes except Sierra’s was a vivid lime-green and Tessa’s was bright yellow. Each had a black collar signifying the rank they had when they left the academy. They hoped to achieve metallic collars eventually which signified a much higher rank.

“I just have to get used to the fact that there will be men in the audience looking over every inch of us,” Sierra added. “I’m not used to being so exposed. At least at the academy it was just women watching.”

“Get used to it. I heard that the costumes in some of the midnight shows are even worse than this. At least these are somewhat sturdy, but not by much,” Tessa replied.

Sierra and Tessa waited patiently for their match. Two other female contestants stood just ahead of them and would be competing first. The women stood as far from each other in the wing as possible and gave each other cold glances. There was obviously no kinship between those two.

The herald announced the two competitors and they both entered the arena to thunderous cheers and applause. Even though this was one of the smaller arenas in the city of Beltran it was still packed to capacity with people paying no small amount of coin to attend.

Beltran was famous throughout the lands for its gladiatorial games. Decades ago, it was primarily slaves and convicts who competed, but now fame and fortune could be found for aspiring athletes. Successful gladiators became stars and heroes to the adoring public. The loud cheering that came from this small arena was just a hint of what the future would hold for those who advanced.

The two competitors faced each other in the center of the arena. The woman in the red wrestling costume was named Janlyn. She had closely cropped blonde hair and an athletic body. Her opponent, Caiteran, was wearing blue. She had sandy colored hair, which she kept tied back as not to hinder her match. Their outfits were just as skimpy as what Sierra and Tessa were wearing. Both contestants were strikingly beautiful, which was a sign of favor from the goddess Saebra. It was believed that beauty helped a gladiatrix channel Saebra’s energy into fighting skill.

Slave girls entered the arena with buckets and poured a clear oil on the padded floor of the arena. The two contestants were staring escort bayan bahçelievler each other down. When the slave girls exited, the herald rang the bell to signal the start of the match. The moment the bell sounded Janlyn delivered a swift kick to Caiteran’s chin with her red boot. Caiteran staggered and Janlyn pounced on her not willing to give up her advantage. The audience erupted in a frenzy of cheers.

The women grappled and tumbled on the mat. Their bodies were now glistening in oil under the torch lit arena. Caiteran started to regain some momentum but never fully recovered from the cheap shot she had received from Janlyn at the opening. There was a nasty gash under her chin where her boot had made contact. Before Caiteran could steer the match in her favor, Janlyn grabbed the back of Caiteran’s head and managed to undo the tie that held her hair back. Caiteran now had another disadvantage as her hair fell freely. Janlyn had a hand hold of it and started dragging and swinging her around the arena.

Caiteran managed to grab her opponents arm and threw her over her shoulder. She appeared to be back in the match but Janlyn grabbed Caiteran’s tight, blue top and started to pull. Caiteran scratched and clawed back, but Janlyn finally ripped the flimsy top off. Caiteran made a futile attempt to cover herself and was embarrassed by the roar of the men in the crowd. That moment of modesty turned out to be a mistake as Janlyn took advantage and was able to maneuver her into a painful hold.

Sierra and Tessa watched the match in astonishment. “There’s obviously no honor in this contest,” Sierra said.

“Or rules for that matter,” Tessa added.

Janlyn was pulling Caiteran’s arms out to the side with her knee planted firmly in her back. The men in the audience enjoyed this hold as Caiteran’s breast were now helplessly thrust forward.

“Give up, wench,” Janlyn growled.

“You won’t get the pleasure, bitch!” Caiteran shouted defiantly. Then Janlyn started pulling her arms harder as Caiteran screamed. There was a popping sound as her right arm dislocated from her shoulder.

“OKAY-OKAY I GIVE UP!” Janlyn released her and Caiteran collapsed to the mat sobbing in pain. An arena judge came forward and raised Janlyn’s arm as the crowd cheered for her in adoration. Caiteran was carried off the mat.

Sierra was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into as she waited for the herald to announce their fight. At least she was competing against her best friend where there wouldn’t be any of the dirty fighting that they had just witnessed.

When Sierra and Tessa entered the arena their adrenaline started pumping at the sound of the cheers. The evening sky had a purple quality as the sun had just set. Numerous torches lit the exquisite architecture of the stadium and the oil that covered the arena floor had a sweet and pleasant smell to it. The mostly-male audience eyed the new combatants hungrily. Sierra felt awkward and self-conscious knowing that all these men would probably be fantasizing about them after hours.

When the bell sounded, all friendship was momentarily put aside. The girls circled each other with the only intent being the defeat of the other. There were no cheap shots but they fought fiercely trying to take advantage of any weakness they had learned about each other during their training.

Sierra was finding it hard to get a good hold on Tessa as they were now covered in slick oil. Tessa maneuvered behind Sierra and had a forearm locked under her chin. Sierra tried to escape but Tessa grabbed the thin strap that held the bottom part of her costume together for leverage. The more Sierra struggled, the harder Tessa pulled the strap until the fabric started to make a tearing sound.

“Watch the suit, Tess,” Sierra growled in a fierce whisper. “It’s about to break. I’d rather not have my nether regions on full display to the public!”

“Come on Sierra,” Tessa teased in her ear. “Shouldn’t we give the crowd what they want?”

Sierra made a desperation move by kicking her leg back and managed to trip Tessa. Both girls rolled until they were tangled up like a pretzel. Sierra now had a superior position with her opponent locked up in a pin. Tessa desperately tried to escape but she couldn’t. The bell sounded after she maintained the pin for five seconds signifying that Sierra had won.

Sierra stood and helped Tessa to her feet. The crowd cheered enthusiastically for their spirited battle but was disappointed that there had been no hair pulling or shredded costumes. The two women exited the arena while artfully dodging the groping hands that were trying to reach over the wall and touch their glistening bodies.

Mistress Tameer was in the wing to greet them. She had been the headmistress at the Saebra academy and was here to mentor Sierra and Tessa in the beginning stages of their career. Tameer had long silver escort bayan kayaşehir hair that flowed past her shoulders. It was difficult to determine her age. There wasn’t a single line on her face, but it showed maturity. Her body was youthful and had the form of a twenty year old . Sierra guessed that she was probably fifteen or twenty years older but never dared to ask.

“Congratulations to both of you on a well fought match,” Tameer beamed. “You never cease to amaze me, Sierra.”

“I would have had her if she hadn’t started chatting it up with me in the middle,” Tessa sulked, but then gave Sierra a playful smile.

“You’ll know better next time,” Tameer reprimanded.

“If I may be so bold in saying,” Sierra interjected, “this is nothing like I thought it would be. First of all, these costumes couldn’t be any less practical. I also thought there would be a sense of honor in combat, but judging from that first match it’s far from it.”

“Honor means little to your audience,” Tameer replied. “There is a dark side to the masses and they will gladly turn a blind eye to treachery. It creates more drama for their entertainment. Plus, you are nothing more than a guilty pleasure to them. Visual sex, if you will. The underground powers that run the arena network are aware of what the public wants and will gladly give it to them. Your best bet is to hone your skills as best you can and play the game the way it’s meant to be played.”

“Now enough of the serious talk,” Tameer continued. “You’ve both earned yourself a visit to the spa. Beltran has the best in the land and I’m sure you’ll find it quite an enjoyable experience.”

Tameer led them through a network of tunnels that ran underneath the city. After walking a quarter of a mile she led them up a stairwell into the spa. Tameer left them in the first chamber, which had a large bubbling bath carved in the tile. Two sorceresses stood on either side of the bath. They held their glowing hands outstretched before them. They were apparently causing the water to bubble and steam by use of magic. Both of the magic wielders wore silk gowns that were nearly transparent and tied at the waist with a sash. They had an exotic allure about them.

Dimly lit orbs on the wall cast a subtle light in the chamber that danced off the moving water. Janlyn, the winner of the first wrestling match, was already in the pool completely naked.

“You may disrobe and enter the baths,” one sorceress said to Sierra and Tessa.

Tessa shrugged and started unlacing her boots. She peeled off her wrestling uniform and stuck a toe in the water to test the temperature. She slowly eased her way into the churning water. “Ahh, Sierra, now this is the life.”

Sierra, being a bit more shy due to her noble upbringing, unlaced her boots slowly. She wasn’t used to undressing in front of others. Janlyn was watching her intently as if she were sizing her up. Sierra quickly slipped out of her costume and hurried into the pool a little too fast. She hissed as the water scalded her at first but she soon got used to it.

Tessa turned to Janlyn and asked, “So where’s your opponent?”

“Probably with the healer,” Janlyn replied nonchalantly. “She’s missing out on a luxurious evening at the spa. That’s the price she pays for being weak.”

“That’s a rather brutal philosophy to have,” Sierra responded. “You could have really hurt her.”

Janlyn showed her first hint of emotion all evening. “You sound like a spoiled little princess. You’ll be eaten alive with that attitude.”

The comment stung Sierra a little because there was probably a hint of underlying truth to it. Sierra had come from a life of privilege and nobility – a fact that she tried to keep well-hidden. She thought she had buried those courtly influences at the academy, but she was starting to realize that she still had much to overcome. She had to come to terms with the fact that this was a very different world, which demanded a different approach.

After a half hour, the sorceresses put their hands down and the water slowly stopped bubbling. “You may exit the pool and enter the next chamber for your massages,” one of the sorceresses announced.

Janlyn got up and stepped out of the tub. Her body glistened as water ran down her lithe form.

“This is your first time at the spa, right?” Janlyn enquired. “Follow my lead.” She grabbed a towel off a hook and proceeded to dry off. She went to her belongings and slipped into a tiny black thong and nothing more. She then proceeded through the door to the next chamber while Sierra and Tessa were still drying off.

Tessa put on a satiny pair of red, string bikini panties and then strapped on a matching bra. “Well, at least I’m more modest than she is, just not by much,” she giggled.

Sierra picked out her most comfortable underwear, which consisted of a small pair of white lacy panties with minimal coverage in escort türbanlı the back and a bra that had a delicate lace fringe. Both girls took short terrycloth robes off the hook and tied them on before they entered the next chamber.

When they arrived, Janlyn laughed at them. “You won’t be needing those robes much longer. Why bother?”

Before they could respond, Mistress Tameer entered the chamber. She was followed by ten ravishing men wearing nothing but loincloths.

“Now ladies,” Tameer chimed, “you may pick out a masseur. Janlyn gets the first pick for winning her bout most soundly. Sierra gets the next pick.”

Janlyn picked a man that was well-built, but appeared a bit on the soft side for Sierra’s taste. She imagined that Janlyn liked to feel superior and that might have something to do with who she picked. Sierra zeroed in on a dark haired hunk who was well-muscled but not overly so and was much more masculine. He had just the right amount of hair on his chest and Sierra imagined what it would be like to run her fingers through it. He also had two days worth of beard stubble, which gave him a rugged look that she liked. The man Tessa picked had a nicely chiseled body that was smooth and shaved. The rest of the men seemed disappointed that they weren’t chosen.

“With that, I will leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening,” Tameer announced. She left the chamber and the remaining men followed her.

Three tables were spaced out a distance from each other. Sierra’s masseur led her to the table in the middle of the chamber.

“Sierra right?” he asked gently. “You may want to remove your robe.”

“Umm, wow, I don’t even know your name yet,” she replied nervously as she fingered the hem of her robe.

“My name is Chaven and trust me, I’ll be gentle,” he smiled at her.

Sierra reluctantly removed her robe and hopped on the table laying on her stomach. Chaven applied an oil to her back that had a nice exotic scent of spices. His strong hands were gentle and felt good to her.

“You don’t look like the type who would be giving massages. You look like you could be a gladiator yourself,” Sierra said in a relaxed voice.

“Actually, I was a gladiator for a short while and won a boxing tournament two years ago. Then I decided to retire.”

“Why did you retire? You’re still young.”

“The injuries and cutthroat nature of it all started to get old. Plus, this job has its perks.” As he said that, Chaven gently ran his fingers down her back and started caressing her buttocks. Sierra held her breath as he let his fingers glide along the edge of her panties.

“Why don’t you turn over,” Chaven said.

“Um…okay,” Sierra replied and hesitantly rolled over. Chaven started to rub oil on her belly and slowly worked his way down. He lingered right at the edge of her panties and then proceeded to caress her legs with his masculine hands. Sierra’s nipples were now pressing firmly against the flimsy material of her bra.

“You know, if you remove your top I can give you a more complete massage,” Chaven coaxed.

“Well, that would be a bit forward now wouldn’t it?” Sierra replied.

“Look at the others and you tell me,” he said with a smile.

She looked over at Tessa and she already had her bra off. Sierra then looked over to the other side of the room and gasped. Janlyn had just unhooked her masseur’s loincloth and she was stroking his growing manhood.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to break tradition,” she said and cautiously sat up. Chaven reached around and expertly unhooked the strap. Sierra felt self-conscious at being so exposed with her rock hard nipples giving away her sense of excitement. He lavishly applied oil to her breasts and circumnavigated their roundness. He teasingly worked his way up to her pointed nipples and gave little circular motions on them with the tips of his fingers. This drove her crazy as she involuntarily gave a little moan and her breath quickened.

Sierra looked over and noticed that Janlyn was walking out of the chamber to a private room with her naked massage guy. Tessa was now being straddled by her man. She was working at undoing his loincloth as he was massaging her.

As Chaven continued to bring new levels of pleasure to Sierra’s breasts she looked down at his loincloth and noticed the bulge underneath. She couldn’t help herself and her hand wandered underneath it. She could feel the perfect outline his swelling penis through the flimsy material that contained it. She then found and undid the hooks and let it fall to the ground. Her heart skipped a beat as his manly girth fell out and bounced a little until it rested at a forty-five degree angle towards the ground.

“It looks like we have the chamber to ourselves now,” Chaven informed her in his deep velvety voice. Sierra looked over and noticed that Tessa had already left with her guy, apparently to another private room.

Chaven ran his fingers under Sierra’s tight panties pulling them down an inch. His fingers brushed by her closely trimmed hair so he started to pet it. At the same time he bent forward and let his tongue flutter on her nipple. He then navigated to the other nipple doing a circular tongue motion before sucking it sensually.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here,” Sierra said in a quivering voice. She was nervous that someone would walk in.

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Thank you everyone who is sticking around for this little (hah!) erotic jaunt. I know it’s been a slow burn, but I just can’t resist a bit of character building. This chapter contains the true beginning of lewd. I do promise, the rest is coming, and soon.

My publish goal is to get a chapter out at least every two weeks, faster if I have the free time and inspiration. Eventually more stories of different kinds will come.

For now though, it’s all Gobbo, all the way.

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Life felt different now. It was almost more real than real. As if the last two years had been lived in a gray fog.

The ‘carriage’ trundled along the road, bumpy but steady. Occasionally Thix would shade her eyes and peek out between the curtains at the countryside as it passed. For the first time since she had set out on her journey so long ago, she was able to marvel at the greenery of unfamiliar trees and the lush grassy hills.

The days traveling had been full of new experiences. Even that first morning after her rescue. She had awoken in a strange but comfortable bed at her own hour. Gerard had been nowhere to be seen but returned shortly after with his usual bright smile and breakfast consisting of eggs, more cheese, and delicious cured meats. Neither of them had brought up the conversation the night before, though it had remained on Thix’s mind. Before their leaving he had returned with the red cloak and watched with ill-concealed amusement as she wrapped the excess length around her waist and legs before knotting the bottom.

The hood was a blessing, allowing her to hide her face and providing some comfortable shadow. She was still wrapped in it now. Caressing the unbelievably soft fabric between her fingers, examining the way the light and pattern of the cloth changed depending on the way her fingers ran along it. A pair of Gerard’s oversized shoes lay on the floor of the carriage, he’d allowed her to borrow them to keep her feet clean.

Then there had been the lessons. Thix had asked to learn his tongue, Galtes. To Thix’s happy surprise, despite the difference in sounds and pronunciation, Ruvic and Galtes were very much alike. Gerard did a good job of demonstrating the parallels. Trying to teach her the proper ‘gramaire’, the way the words were used, was something else. It quickly became clear that Thix had years of bad habits to break. Gerard was perhaps being polite in saying that she could make herself understood, but would simply make a better impression if she could speak both languages properly. Tenses were something that she had known existed, but between her father and the passing human traders she had picked it up from, her education in the Ruvic language was made of incomplete pieces.

Essentially, she was learning two languages at the same time. The only mercy was that they were pronounced rather differently, and so far she wasn’t mixing up her words. It was exhausting, but not at all a bad way to pass the time. In-between hard to translate explanations of the languages themselves, he took breaks and taught her words for things in Galtes. The day before Gerard had knelt on the floor of the carriage in front of her, still at her eye level, and pointed down at the cloak she wore.

“Rouge. Like your eyes, yeux.”

Thix pointed with her fingers to show she understood. She tried to copy the unbelievably smooth way he spoke, but it sounded so harsh and raspy coming from her throat. “Rouge. Yeux.”

“This is a manteau. The cloth, fabrique, it is called velours.”

She stumbled on the last word, Gerard applied a very slight rolling sound at the end that she just couldn’t get and it started him laughing. She hadn’t been able to stay mad for long. Today Gerard was riding outside with the driver. She felt bad about that. He had protested that it was no trouble to sit in the darkened space with her, but kept yawning and eventually excused himself. Humans needed light. They were people of the day. She knew that much, but he’d absolutely refused to let in the sunlight.

They were traveling to the city of Lumis, in the country of Galta. Gerard’s home. They weren’t from the border, but it would be further still to Lumis. The slavers had taken her further south than she’d even realized, to the very edge of Saksarland. Thix wished she could look a map to get her bearings, maybe she would ask Gerard about that. She did found herself a little excited, as she knew only a little about Galta. A kingdom that had weathered war after war but despite that had fared well in the aftermath. It was a fertile country, famed for wine and the richness of their crops. That was about it. She would also see a human city for the first time.

Thix remembered the first time she had journeyed along the mountain paths, and then down, deep down, to the city of Alark-Gho’Urkum. How the luminescent fungi and uncountable candles had made the halls beneath the earth look like the starlit sky. How there were so many of her people, all busy. Plying their trades, living their lives, sharing news escort elit among each-other with such intensity and swiftness that it had boggled her mind. It had been so different from the comfortable pace of home and it’s hidden caverns.

A sudden knocking interrupted her thoughts. It was enough warning for Thix to shut her eyes and hide her face beneath the deep hood of her cloak. Even so, the brightness lit up the wooden floor of the carriage and she watched as Gerard’s polished brown boots settled into place and the door was once again shut.

“We are making good time. We may stop, if you’d like to use your legs.”

She pulled back her hood so she could look at him properly. Gerard seemed a bit more lively for having sat up and absorbed some daylight. It must have been comfortable out for him, he’d left the coat in the carriage and was wearing a yellow-brown shirt. Unlaced to show off his chest and the fine light hairs. Thix considered and shook her head.

“No. Thank you.” A thought occurred and after deliberating she added. “Tonight, when it is dark, will you walk with me? I know I should not be alone.”

“Of course, but you may not need me with you. No inn tonight. We will make camp.”

That was both disappointing and a bit of a relief. No need to be stared at or treated with suspicion, but nothing could replace a small room and a soft bed. Even if the stuffing had been hay and a couple layers of wool. Was she getting so spoiled already? Maybe it had just felt so luxurious that she wanted more of it. It also meant they wouldn’t be alone together.

It wasn’t that Thix disliked their driver. Theo was courteous, and quiet. He clearly took his work of caring for the horses and tending the carriage seriously. Once, he had even offered her an apple from a tree they had passed. A very nice thing to do indeed! It was just…

Yes. She had become spoiled. Worse… she thought she may be experiencing a feeling she’d only heard about, and been warned of. Heart-hunger. It was a dangerous, bad thing. Thix didn’t want to share Gerard. Even if it was only the three of them. She had come to treasure that time, at the end of the day when Gerard found them a room. When they could be alone. Just the two of them in that close, safe, space. Eating wonderful food. Talking. Laughing.

The other day it had stormed. The lightning had stung her ears, and as the cracks grew closer and louder Thix had clamped her hands over her sensitive ears and trembled with each rumble. The horrible stories of the Svallander’s ancient god of vengeance came to mind.

When they finally had reached a town, Gerard lifted her in his arms against her protests and carried her down the cobbled street and up into the inn. The reaction from the patrons and host was a noisy one, and the two of them were rushed out and directed around to the back. It was the third time so far she’d wound up naked in front of him. This time he didn’t wash her. Which she supposed was respectful. It certainly seemed to be in the spirit of respect. Thix knew she was unreasonably disappointed when he handed her the soap and went to fetch dry clothes.

He returned with an old and plain gown that was much too long for her. Then he’d started to undress. The shirt went first. Leaving his bare chest still damp from the rain. Thix had been far more interested than she suspected was normal. He was just so… big. Humans were. Of course. It was a wonder to watch him in motion. Then he began removing the upper layer of his bottoms. The rain had soaked right down to them too.

Thix’s eyes had almost strained with the effort of taking all of him in, knowing the whole time that she should stop. That it was rude, especially after what he had done for her. The generosity and compassion. Yet, here she was. Ogling the shape of those long strong legs, the outline of his buttocks and where it curved into his spine. Watching him struggle out of the wet fabric while keeping a hold of the underclothes. The thinner fabric stuck to his thighs and…the…the shape of… oh… blessed Vorkah. That wasn’t fair.

“Thix?”

Lost in her daydream. Thix was yanked firmly back to the present. “Mhmm?”

Her response was almost a squeak behind her closed lips. Nope. Nope. Please no. The momentary split-second memory of Gerard’s manhood, tortuously obscured beneath his damp underclothes was still burned across her mind. She prayed silently to herself that he couldn’t read her face, or tell what the flush of darkness on her ears and cheeks meant.

“You were far away.” Damned metaphor. It took a moment. Thix tried to think of anything to say that would be appropriate. That conversation surfaced, making her heart beat more swiftly in her chest again. She wondered if maybe she should feel offended at what he had suggested. She didn’t. Though, there was still too much she didn’t understand. Thix had been avoiding thinking about it, but there was nowhere to hide from those words in this small space escort moldov between them. Less so, with what was on her mind. At least now would be the time to talk of it, if they were going to make camp. While they had some privacy.

“Gerard. Why do, no… why did you… What we spoke of, that first night, teach me more. I want to understand.”

It seemed to take him a moment before he grasped what she was asking. Gerard combed his fingers idly through that golden-spun hair of his and nodded.

“What do you want to know?”

Thix frowned, having to think about it. “Why humans pay for… I do not know the word.”

“There are many, many words. That is another lesson. Let us be well-mannered and say, make love.”

Thix stopped to think about the term. It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, but it didn’t fit with the way that humans seemed to treat mating either. At least calling it that made it sound more poetic than the physical act itself, but then again… what did she know? Nothing. That was what she knew.

“Alright. Make love. Why humans pay?”

Gerard returned to his habit of staring somewhere far beyond the walls of the carriage and ran his knuckles under his chin in thought. He had a good strong chin for rubbing, Thix thought.

“Do… your people, do they not?”

“No. We – just say goblin, I will not be angry – we all one… family? We make love when we are old enough to be taught the ways. We make love with who we want. Do not have ‘wives’ or ‘husbands’, like humans do. Sometimes, two goblin have special love, they make oath. Not always.”

He nodded, surprisingly intent on her words as she explained. His hand continuing to work upon his jaw as he looked in thought at her.

“The men do not want to make love more than women?”

Thix felt her brain grind to a halt. That couldn’t be right. Though it would explain much about humans if it were. From what she’d seen of human culture, something strange was certainly going on between men and women. She had just assumed it was something wrong with their gods. That wouldn’t have been a surprise. For perhaps the first time, she felt like the sensible and knowledgeable one between them.

“No. Sometimes want to make love different. This is why elders teach the ways, so all know how make each other happy. It is sacred teaching. The… want of Vorkah. Much making love, make love well, everyone happy. Many babies.”

Gerard seemed… she didn’t know the Ruvic word for it, but he seemed almost happily confused.

“What if a woman says no to a man? That must happen sometimes.”

There was that odd male focused tilt to his mindset. Not Gerard specifically, Thix reminded herself.

“They do not make love. Man can say ‘no’ too. All must accept. If try… if try make love after ‘no’, is very bad. Evil. Cursed by Vorkah. It is punished.”

After a moment Thix conceded with a bit of sadness. “It does happen. Not much, but it does.”

She thought back to her final hours in the cell, fearing what the guards would do to her. Not knowing her people’s ways, and knowing they would not have cared even if they had. Gerard nodded very decisively after hearing. She noticed he’d become very serious and was frowning to himself, the lines deepened in his face.

“We call it ‘rape’. Humans too think it is evil, but it happens too much anyway. Men forget the will of their gods.”

“Why?”

Gerard shrugged wearily, the bitterness slackening into sorrow. “I do not know.”

Thix thought about it and after a great amount of hesitation decided she might as well try and offer a possibility. Hoping that she didn’t somehow offend.

“Maybe, humans not make love right? Between human men and women, it is very strange. Very not friendly. I do not understand why. But, there is much I do not know. I was not…”

He already knew. She just had to say it. She was old enough. There was no reason to be embarrassed. So why did she feel this way? Thix took a deep breath and said it plainly for him to hear. Not rambled in a childish panic.

“I was not home, for elders to teach, when I become old enough. I do not know how make love right. I do not know at all.”

There was a silence after, and Thix couldn’t bear to look at him. Perhaps because she felt like a child still. She had not crossed that boundary into adulthood, despite that the years had gone by. Despite that her body cried out for the pleasure of it. She knew nothing, except that she wanted to be touched, and to be filled.

The quiet became stifling, almost unbearable. Thankfully Gerard broke it.

“You are right. Many humans make love wrong. Many of us start knowing nothing, and learning very little. We are not taught how, like you are. There are many who think it should only be for making children, not for feeling good. Men and women are told differently how to behave. It is difficult.”

After a moment he added with that familiar tone. “It is alright, not to know. Better to escort vip not know how to make love, than how to make love badly. Perhaps it is a human problem, but men often make love badly. Maybe why women not want it so much.”

Thix still felt shy but found herself smiling at his joke, and the reassurance. She forced herself to look up at him again, not quite meeting his eyes.

“So, why pay coin?”

Gerard waggled his hand in an odd side to side manner.

“More than one why. To make it simple, they pay for someone who knows how to make love well. Someone who can make them feel good, the word is ‘pleasure’.”

“Because it is rare. So it must be bought. I see.”

“Not the best answer. Best I can do now. Even if we better undestood each other, it would be difficult to tell. Sometimes they want things… not… not seen well by human culture, but they still want. Not always bad things. I do not know if goblins have ways of making love that are not seen well.”

Thix had to think about that one for a long time, rubbing her cloak absentmindedly between her fingers.

“I do not know. There is not much talk about it. Aside from what you call ‘rape’. If everyone happy, is alright. Only as far as I know. What ways? I am confused.”

“Many ways. Two men, or two women, mostly. Other things not seen as natural.”

Thix once more felt her thoughts completely stop and fall apart. “Why?”

Gerard’s brows drew up in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why? Why not seen natural? I do not understand.”

She had not yet seen Gerard shocked and baffled into silence before. It was a little alarming. It looked as if he was forming a response for her several times before he sat back against his seat and pursed his lips.

“Well… it is not the same for your people?”

“No. It is not.” Thix realized that she might have sounded rude and hurried to add more. “We like what we like. Who we like. Most like both. Some only men, or women. It is simple. How could it not be?”

Gerard almost seemed pained by her words, and she was worried she’d said something offensive. Or worse, revolting to him. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and expelled a long sigh and muttered bitterly to himself too softly for her to hear before finally answering in Ruvic.

“I do not know. Your ways sound better.”

“Maybe you come home with me. We learn how make love together.”

It was just a quick joke. Thix hadn’t even really meant to say it. Gerard started laughing. He thrust out his palm once more, sputtering out ‘sorry’ over and over in-between the pleasant huffing noises of his laugh. She’d been quite upset until she saw the gleam in his eye and the appealing pinkness that graced his cheeks.

“I’d like that. Too far from Galtes, but maybe, one day. Maybe.”

He’d… like that? She felt her own cheeks heating up in response, not only to his words, but the look. Her hands trembled so she wrapped them up in the cloak, finding her eyes glancing at his face and flitting away. She heard her own heartbeat in her ears. Not even Grrigna had made her feel so… helpless, but wanting. Pushed and pulled. Thix could not decide if she wished Gerard would go out again so she could have peace. Or that he would have mercy and bring her close to him so that she could not escape.

“Do you miss your home?”

It was a foolish question, but Thix nodded anyway. “Yes. Very much.”

“What is it like?”

She was getting a bit tired for translating, but it made good practice. “It was… a cave. Cool. Clean. Outside was a forest, and a human village not far. A stream for washing. It was quiet. Safe. I am sorry, it is hard to find right words.”

“That’s alright. What about your family?”

Thix frowned and felt the tight feeling around her eyes that told her tears were coming and worked to hold them back.

“I… want to be with them. It has been too long. They… they must think I am dead. I feel sad for them. It is not right. I was bad. I went away in a greedy way. I hurt my mother and father, and my brothers and sisters. Not right.”

There was a silence, but it was not uncomfortable. What could be said? Would she ever see them again? Surely she would be safe as long as she was with Gerard, but what about after? When she had paid her debt to him? Could she ever even hope to? Thix had no doubt Gerard would make paying the cost in coins fair, but for her life, that would be different.

“Thix.”

Gerard caught her attention, he was holding out a plain square of cloth out to her. She took it and looked up at him in confusion, he mimed wiping her face. For a moment she thought of protesting again, but it was probably the polite thing to use it. He continued speaking as she self-consciously cleaned the fluid from her nose.

“Forgive my not knowing. I do not mean offense. Do goblins have written tongue? Like Ruvic?”

Thix shrugged. “We do. Do not know many words. We teach important words. We do not have paper, like humans. We paint, or carve them.”

“What about Ruvic? Can your father read Ruvic?”

“Yes. Some.”

Gerard had an unusual look on his face. “Do you know the name of the village? The one near your home?”

Thix had only thought he was being curious but now suspected some kind of point to his questions. She had to really consider before answering.

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This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity.

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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission.

This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don’t go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. Finally, as the name implies, this is part of an ongoing series. It would benefit the reader greatly to examine the earlier stories for background information and descriptions.

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Jane was sitting by herself, trying very hard to get some food down before the night’s activities. She could barely tie her shoes without having an emotional crisis, but she was supposed to go out into the world on her first “mission” to gather information. She felt good that she was going to have some “muscle” in the form of Chris, who wasn’t in on the tracking party due to his lack of stealth. He actually had a really great nose when morphed out, but he was also a little slow on the trail. But Chris was as good in a fight as anyone in the Strays, and Red wasn’t going to leave Jane unprotected. Mindy was getting pulled into the hunting party, so it would be Jane, Chris, Robbie and Anya that night.

“Hey Jane,” Mindy said, plopping down beside the younger woman.

“Howdy,” Jane replied, concentrating on her sandwich.

Mindy just stared at her friend for a moment. “So, still mad at me?”

Jane looked over at her, obviously confused. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“For being a bitch yesterday.”

“I told you, you weren’t . . . I’m okay. I’m just . . . scared about tonight.”

Mindy went to tussle Jane’s hair, but those magical braids temporarily moved away. Then Jane relaxed and Mindy was able to play with it a bit. “So,” Mindy said slyly, “why don’t you tell me about you and Red?”

Jane almost choked on her sandwich, and she was blushing furiously. “I . . . uh . . . uhm . . . what?”

“Please,” Mindy started, “I heard all about the kiss, and apparently you’ve been ‘sleeping’ in her room. No one’s really crashed with Red in a year since . . . .”

“Natasha,” Jane said wistfully.

“So she told you about Nat?” asked Anya as the tall beauty sauntered over and sat down with the other two girls. “Good.”

“Why ‘good’?” Jane asked.

“It means Red likes you enough and trusts you enough to open up to, and she trusts you not to freak,” said Talia, joining the group.

Mindy scooted over until she was sitting behind Jane, moving her hair out of the way and rubbing the young woman’s shoulders. “I’m assuming that . . . certain things went on in Red’s room?”

Jane blushed even more than anyone thought humanly possible. “Yes,” she whispered, barely audible even to those closest to her.

Talia and Anya each took one of her hands and both were smiling like Cheshire cats.

“So,” said Talia, “how was it?”

As the minutes ticked away, the girls got Jane to open up a bit about her foray into sexual activity. They were courteous enough not to demand the gory details, but got her to talk about her fears and insecurities, while also getting details about how good it had made Jane feel. The young woman had been intimate with another woman and, for the first time in her life, she had felt special and cared for.

When Red finally wandered over, all the girls were chuckling and Jane’s blushing face was buried in her hands.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve started in on her already?!?” Red said exasperatedly.

The group of girls stood up. “Hey, you started in on her first,” Mindy pointed out, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh God,” said the very embarrassed Jane. “I . . . I . . .”

“We’ll leave you two alone for a moment,” Talia said, giving Red a hug.

“I’ll get Chris and Robbie and meet you in the staging area,” Anya said to Jane.

“I’ll talk to you in a few minutes,” Mindy added, looking at Red.

When they were momentarily alone, Red walked over and gripped Jane’s hands softly, giving her a brief but warm kiss. “I hope they weren’t too hard on you,” she said.

“No, they were . . . nice.”

“Still scared about tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t be,” Red said, trying to sound soothing. “Go to the shelters and shanty towns. Find out what you can, and don’t get into any fights. Let Anya help. She has . . . ways of getting people to talk,” Red said with a laugh. “If something comes up, listen to Robbie and Chris.”

“But won’t you need Anya?”

“We’re moving out into the suburbs now, and she doesn’t move fast enough to keep up. She can do more good with you tonight.” Red moved her arms around Jane, taking escort bayan çapa the girl’s hands with them and pinning them behind Jane’s back while Red kissed her again. “And be safe.”

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A few hours later . . .

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“Christ, these guys are everywhere!” Robbie said after Jane and Anya reported what they had learned from their most recent set of “interviews.” They had spent a long time sifting between incoherent, insane and/or drunken ramblings, but had gotten more and more information about the hellspawn and the drug that they were selling.

The veteran members of the team were convinced the drug, sold in powder form and inhaled, was magical in nature, highly addictive and hallucinogenic and slowly drove its users insane. The hellspawn were targeting low-income users, the homeless . . . anyone who wouldn’t be missed, and they were selling it cheap. That led Robbie to believe that money wasn’t the object. And the hellspawn had been all over town apparently, preying on the weak and the desperate.

“Why would they want to drive people that no one . . . that most people don’t care about,” Anya started, wrapping an arm around Jane’s shoulders, “completely insane? And it’s not like they’re trying to drive them out of a particular area to get property values up or down.”

“I HATE it when something magical is afoot,” Robbie grumbled. “It gets messy.” He turned to Jane. “So, what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Jane said, trying to put some steel in her voice. “It has something to do with this ‘dark thing’ that Ben was talking about, but that could be anything. Couldn’t it?”

Suddenly, Chris lifted his nose to the air and inhaled.

“What is it?” Robbie asked, joining in looking for a scent.

“Hellspawn,” Chris said, his disgust evident even through his Texas drawl.

Jane’s skin went cold. “Where?”

“Upwind apparently,” Anya said. “How far?” she asked Chris.

“Couple hundred yards maybe?” the redneck said. He looked at Robbie and waited for a confirmation that he quickly got.

“Don’t you two even THINK about taking them on,” Anya warned.

“We need to find out what they’re up to,” Robbie pointed out, obviously cruising for some payback.

“Then I’ll go,” Anya said, darting into an alley with her friends in hot pursuit, shirking her clothes and then turning invisible.

“Miss Anya,” started Chris, looking genuinely alarmed. “Ya can’t go runnin’ off on yer own!”

“I’m just going to see what they’re up to.” The rest of the group heard the girl’s footsteps for a moment, then Anya was gone.

Robbie turned to Jane. “Jane, I need you to be another set of eyes.”

Jane was almost paralyzed with fear. “Me? How?”

“They’re fast,” Robbie said, placing hands on both of Jane’s shoulders and looking her in the eyes, “but they can’t climb any better than a human,” he said, looking up at the brickstone buildings surround them.

Jane was still terrified, but she didn’t want to leave Anya out on her own. She had to be a grownup now. She looked at the building next to her and willed her magical hair into action. All eight braids latched onto fire escapes or pushed against the walls behind her, and she scurried up the walls and over the ledge of the roof.

Chris and Robbie just stared. The girl could move incredibly fast and fairly quietly as well. Chris looked at his friend.

“She’s like that Doc Oc character from Spiderman 2.”

Robbie raised his eyebrows. “Bet Doc Oc never needed that much shampoo.”

———– ——————-

Up on the rooftops . . .

———– ——————-

Jane was peeking over the edge of an apartment complex at two familiar-looking forms, dressed in black suits, white shirts, gloves and sunglasses with shaven heads. Jane could steel feel the cracking of her ribs when she had been hit by one of these things, and she grew almost nauseous as she remembered ripping one apart down in the Den, then beating another into a fine paste. One of them handed a small back to a young black man they were talking to, who handed them some money and then walked away. Jane wanted to go after the young man, telling him what an idiot he was for throwing his life away. ‘Who are you to judge?’ she asked of herself. ‘You spent just as much time hiding from the pain of living . . . you just didn’t use narcotics.’

The two hellspawn grumbled between themselves for a minute, and then headed down a side-street before climbing into a luxury car with dark windows. Jane wished she knew where Anya was, or that Chris or Robbie were around. Once the doors of the car were closed, she spoke in a low voice.

“Anya? Are you down there?”

A voice echoed up from near a trash bin. “Here. Crap, I didn’t see you girl! You’re pretty sneaky. Hey, think you can carry me?”

“I . . . I think so,” Jane replied. She stretched on braid down twenty feet and soon felt something tugging on it. She felt her way around (what she hoped escort gecelik was) Anya’s waist and hauled her up quite effortlessly.

“That is a cool power,” came Anya’s voice, sounding quite appreciative. “Let’s follow them.”

“Shouldn’t we tell Chris and . . .”

“No time. We’re not going to approach them. I just want to see where they’re going and then we’ll come back.”

Jane was nervous about the idea, but it made a certain amount of sense. Her hair extended again and she scurried from rooftop to rooftop, keeping the black car in sight.

“I think you’re power is pretty cool too,” Jane said as they moved. “Mine is . . . weird.”

“Not so much,” Anya said. “A Talent is an extension of the user. Let me guess, your hair was important to you, wasn’t it? Even before coming here?”

Jane thought about it for a moment as she climbed over another building ledge. “Yeah. It . . . my mom used to play dress up with me when I was a kid . . . back when things were good. She used to brush it and tell me I was a princess. When things got bad, especially when I ran away, I would brush it and . . . sorry, this sounds so stupid.”

“No, go on. Please.”

“I . . . I would brush it and it would make me feel like a princess again.”

“That’s not stupid at all,” Anya whispered.

Jane scrunched up her eyebrows. “If your Talent is an extension of your personality, why are you invisible? You’re so beautiful and you seem to love being around people.” Jane heard a sigh.

“Thank you . . . for the beautiful comment, and I do like being around people . . . now. But there was a time I didn’t.”

“Why? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Anya was lost in her own head for a moment. ‘You can’t ask her to be honest and not be honest yourself,’ she thought. Then out loud, “Actually, I used to be a model.”

“THAT I believe,” Jane said. Anya was a true beauty.

“I started when I was fifteen. I went to Italy, Spain, France, New York, Los Angeles . . . I was on every runway from here to Neverland, and it was a non-stop party. Literally non-stop. At first, everything was great. My agency and the clothing designers gave me everything I ever wanted. Money, cars, boys and girls to ‘play’ with, clothes, jewels . . . and in exchange, I made whatever it was designed look good and sell well. Life was a continuous party.” Anya paused and collected her thoughts. “And that might sound great to some people, but it took a lot of energy. I had a serious cocaine habit by the time I was eighteen . . . my agents and ‘friends’ wouldn’t let me near heroine because I couldn’t afford to get needle-marks on my arms. Between the coke and the alcohol and trying to keep my image up, I would go for days without sleep. There were entire weeks of my life I couldn’t remember. And not only did no one stop me, they kept egging me on. I was the life of the party, and it was killing me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jane said.

“Don’t apologize for me,” Anya said crisply. Then her voice softened. “I embraced that life with open arms, so I need to accept a lot of the blame. But then I woke up one day in a bed with two guys whose names I couldn’t remember after a night I had forgotten in hotel I couldn’t identify and didn’t know how I got to. I knew I had to stop. I tried to get my agency to give me some time off . . . to let me go into rehab. But they kept putting it off . . . booking me for new locations and new gigs. I felt like I was dying from the inside out, and they kept pushing me. I couldn’t get away. One day, I ran away. Kind of like you I guess. I just wanted to disappear.”

“And you did?” Jane asked.

“Not right away. I hitchhiked up her from L.A. and wandered the streets. My resolve broke down pretty quickly, and I started looking for a fix. I was in the process of offering up a blowjob to one dealer when . . . well, when I was saved.”

“The Strays?”

Anya smiled, mostly for her own benefit. “Yeah. Actually, it was Red and Robbie. They had just gotten done cleaning out a nest of some kind of larvae demon when they happened upon me making the deal. I was on my knees and that creep was unzipping his pants . . . shit Jane. I shouldn’t be bringing this up with you.”

“It’s my turn to say, ‘It’s okay.’ Victor was a pig, but only because I let him be.”

Anya wondered what Jane would say if she knew what Red had done to the girl’s ex-landlord. Anya suspected he still had a number of broken bones and nightmares on a regular basis due to that red-haired woman. “Well, Red and Robbie came out of nowhere, morphed out, roughed the guy up and tossed him in a dumpster. Then Red looked down on me, and . . . she said, ‘You can live on your knees, or you can stand up . . . right now . . . and come with us.’ And despite everything I had told myself about wanting to start over, standing up at that moment was the hardest thing I ever did.”

“But you DID stand.” Jane was sympathetic and more than a bit teary-eyed. She was trying to learn to stand on her own as well.

“I was freaked, escort bayan florya but yeah. I finally got up, the Strays took me in and the rest is history. Shit! Stop!”

The two girls had gotten so caught up in talking that they had reached the edge of the city, or at least the end of the area where Jane could move freely without fear of being detected. They were on the east side of town, and could see the Inland Bridge off through the trees.

“Just like Ben said,” Jane murmured.

“Let’s go back to Chris and Robbie,” Anya said. “They’ll be worried.”

———– ——————-

A few minutes later . . .

———– ——————-

“Where the hell have you been?” Robbie said, waving his arms around wildly.

“We was a might worried ’bout you,” Chris added. When Anya materialized completely nude, the big man blushed and spun around while she got dressed.

“We followed . . . followed them for a bit,” Jane said. “We just wanted to see where they were going.”

Anya was trying to process what she had seen. She wasn’t stupid, but problem-solving wasn’t her strong suit. “So nicely dressed demons in a really sweet ride come into town, seemingly at random, hand out a bunch of this super-drug for nothing and then head out somewhere in the boonies.” She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Chris was still facing away. “C’mon Chris, you don’t need to be a prude,” she chuckled. “How many times have you seen me naked?”

“Several ma’am,” Chris replied, not changing his position at all.

Anya smiled. She didn’t think that there were any real gentlemen left in the world. “Well, I’m done. Let’s get back to the Den.”

As they headed out towards the nearest entry point for the tunnels leading back home, Anya leaned against Chris and teased him outrageously, taking great comfort in making the big man blush. Robbie spent some time talking to Jane about her Talent and ways she might be able to use it. Jane felt something unusual . . . foreign . . . deep inside her. Pride. She had done something right tonight, and that made her smile.

———— ——————-

Several hours later . . .

———— ——————-

Jane was practicing manipulating her Talent, swinging around the Den and perfecting fine manipulation skills with her hair when the hunting party returned. They were dirty, some of them seemed to have been cut and were bleeding, and all of them seemed pissed as hell. And the most pissed off of them was quite obviously Red. Jane found it harder than she imagined not to run over and hold the beautiful warrior in her arms, but good sense told her this wasn’t the time. So she approached with caution.

But while Jane was a whisper, Tarloh arrived with a bellow. “What the hell happened?” he asked.

Red was almost growling. “Apparently, we got too close. We followed Jane’s lead and were roaming the woods East of town. We saw power lines leading off, but no one knew of any business out in that area. We decided to investigate, and apparently we tripped an alarm. We wound up in a fight, but they didn’t seem nearly as organized. They were reacting, not attacking, and that means we were close. Damn it Tarloh, we were close!” Red had a wild-eyed look about her. “If it hadn’t been for the wounded . . . I’ll go back out on my own and . . .”

“No,” Tarloh said firmly.

“For crying out loud Tarloh, you know . . .”

“What I ‘know’ is that you’re angry and taking this really personally. You chewed out your own brother for going vigilante, so don’t make the same mistake he did.” Red looked like she was going to say something, but Tarloh cut her off. “No, and that’s final. Go out again tomorrow when everyone is rested and you’ve calmed down.”

Red stormed off, clenching her fists, and the crowd of people parted to let her pass. No one in his or her right mind fucked with Red when she was in that kind of mood.

Jane wanted to go after her, but she felt someone grabbing her arm.

“Don’t,” Talia said. “Give her a couple of minutes to calm down.”

“But . . . shouldn’t I . . .”

Talia grinned. “I know you want to help. But Red has one hell of a temper. She’ll want you in her bed tonight, but don’t go with her unless she’s under control. It’s always a bad idea to go to bed with someone’s who’s THAT pissed. Now why don’t you go tell Tarloh about what you found out tonight?”

Jane walked over to the big man and found that Robbie, Chris and Anya were waiting for her. They discussed the evening’s findings, including the effects of the drugs, the targeted clientele and their form of transportation.

“This is highly disconcerting,” Tarloh said at last.

“Tell me about it,” Jane whispered. “It’s like there’s something out there feeding on madness and . . .”

“Stop,” Tarloh said. “What made you say that?”

Jane almost felt like she’d done something wrong. She looked back and forth between her three friends and each of them nodded his or her encouragement. “Well . . . we keep wondering why this ‘dark thing’ wants to drive people nuts as if . . . as if there’s something else that comes after. We didn’t see these crazy people turned into something or picked up or used to rob banks or anything like that. They just go crazy, and at some point they die,” she added. “What if driving them crazy IS the point? Maybe whatever this thing is just wants them insane.”

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“Thanks, Mary. Honestly, I don’t know how it happened,” Carmen said, taking the large box from her former antagonist. The blonde shrugged, sending ripples through her impressive bust, which forced Carmen’s eyes away. It was getting harder to ignore such things, more so with Mary proudly showing off her chest. The shirt even had the cup-size embroidered into it; N-cup. She wondered what store made bras that big for someone otherwise slim.

“It’s nothing. I outgrew most of those ages ago. Macromastia and all that,” Mary said and waved her hand. After Carmen added that new rule in the book, most of her ‘victims’ suddenly had explanations for their bodies. All were born dual-sexed, but kept it hidden as best they could – except Zoey, who’s new life story was one of being raised a boy, until her curves came in – and some developed other conditions. Like Ashley’s breasts turning into cum tanks. She hadn’t called for Carmen’s help in a while. Might be worth checking in, Carmen thought and let Mary inside.

Just a few months ago, she never would’ve entertained the idea. Now, she didn’t mind that Mary sat in the living room, relaxed as ever, or that she was practically half-naked. Carmen never removed the punishment side of Mary’s change, in case she regressed to a bitch. Certainly not to ogle her tan skin, svelte waist and abundance of thigh. Or almost a foot of cleavage that stuck in front of her, displayed by a halter top that functioned as her bra.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Carmen asked and handed her a glass of soda, nodding to the slight bumps of Mary’s nipples. It was early morning and the sun mimicked her attention, radiance cast upon the busty blonde’s stack.

“Nah, feels good actually. But you can check if you want? You might need to get real close, though,” Mary teased, then pouted as Carmen shook her head, taking a seat on another chair. The living had a couch and two chairs in a semi-circle around the tv. A large coffee table sat in the centre, with smaller tables between the furniture.

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to loosen up,” Mary said.

“Yeah,” Carmen sighed, mind turning to Rachel and the fantasies that played over and over everyday and night, “But I have a girlfriend now, so…”

“What?” Mary gasped and leaned forward, breasts spilling over her lap, “When? How? Give me details woman!”

Carmen’s cheeks burned at the admission. It had slipped out, though she was going to tell her friends sooner or later. And Mary was perhaps the best one, since she had experience with relationships, at least sexually.

“It just started a week ago, but, uh… it’s going fast. I think.” Carmen kept the details close, not wanting to reveal that it was Rachel. She couldn’t risk Mary harassing her, or telling the others too early.

“Who is it? Please tell me it’s Zoey. The way she looks at you makes me wanna cry sometimes.”

“It’s, uh, no one like that,” Carmen said.

“Oh, I get it. Yeah, that dick would scare just about anyone away.”

“Not that,” Carmen chuckled and shook her head, “I mean, she’s someone else. Someone we don’t hang out with. Anyway, I’m worried that it’s going too quick.”

“Why?” Mary asked and leaned back, “I’ve seen plenty of fast moving lovers stay together. It’s called the ‘honeymoon phase’. You guys bang and if you’re still together after, then you’ve got something.”

“I mean, I…” Carmen swallowed her doubt. This was Mary, a proud slut, even with a dick in her pants, and someone that slept with hundreds more people than Carmen. Sex was second nature for her, “I don’t want to sleep with her and then it’s over, you know. Or for things to change.”

It didn’t happen with Stacy, but it wasn’t long before something went wrong. This was a high school romance, however, and those rarely ended well. Perhaps she only noted the worst ones, and media portrayed the bad more often, so that might affect her judgement. She liked Rachel. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her. But they couldn’t escape Gretchen. Something would happen once Summer ended. Could she just enjoy this for the holidays and leave it at that?

Nothing had to go wrong. Carmen was on the verge of happiness, wasn’t she? Nice house, happy family, a relationship, good friends and options for the future. Most were because of the Futa Note. What was a couple more entries just to solidify it? Mary pulled her from the reverie.

“It won’t be over. Trust me, you don’t want to wait too long with some people. If she’s making moves on you, show interest, maybe hold back a bit, then return the favour,” Mary looked deep in thought, as if going over one of her many trysts, “Or maybe just go on instinct. Spontaneous sex is pretty fun.”

“Thanks,” Carmen said, though her face was hot.

“I like seeing you happy,” Mary explained and got to her feet, “It’s a good change from your usual gloomy look.”

“Gloomy?”

“Yeah, you used to be all dark and broody. Don’t get me wrong, it worked, but your smile is so sexy. Well, escort bayan ortaköy I’ve gotta go. Ashley and I are meeting up later.” Mary winked as she left.

Carmen stood at the door, lost in thought for a second. She checked her new phone; two hours until she needed to head out. Rachel’s face looked at her from the screen, beaming adorably. She didn’t like being called cute, but there were few other words that perfectly summed her up sometimes. Even in her fantasies, where she turned Rachel into an amalgam of sexuality, that cuteness remained. Reminded of her growing depravity, Carmen turned her attention to the old clothes Mary dropped off.

While not her style, few things of hers fit right, and she didn’t have time to shop for more. That was wrong. She had the time, any amount she needed now, but her attentions were torn. Between Melody and Rachel, she didn’t leave much for herself, and what little she did was spent in pleasure. She masturbated everyday and dragged it out if possible.

It was just as Rachel told her; ‘going slow made it better’. Taking a few minutes just to grope herself, to enjoy parts of her body she felt pride in, before moving to her less appealing side. It had grown in the past week. Being so intimately familiar now, she could tell. Each day seemed to add a fraction of growth, not just on her penis, but her breasts and ass and height. Hence, nothing in her wardrobe fit. Mary was her closest bet in terms of size. Zoey was too tall and hadn’t saved any old clothes either.

Carmen sighed, thinking that she should see her friends more often. Maybe she would organise something and bring Rachel along, then she and Zoey could reconvene, perhaps more. Thoughts of her friends had crept in amongst her fantasies lately, like her restraints were corroding, letting them seep out with her libido. Now it wasn’t only Rachel she lusted after. Mary’s tits, Ashley’s sublime ass, Zoey’s height and cock, Dakota’s… she hadn’t really done anything to her. Was that fair? Everyone else had something special, a ‘punishment’ to some extent.

“Now you’re getting it,” Ryuka said, pulling out some of Mary’s old clothes. They didn’t have a hope of fitting the Seikogami, even the monumental bra in her hands. Supposedly, the rashes hadn’t started until Mary was already huge. Carmen pinched her brow at the size of it; 34G. Mary mentioned that she hadn’t worn it since she was in middle school. She must’ve been ridiculed for it. Another bra was a H cup, with still more climbing higher – some were even too big for Carmen. Maybe Mary didn’t need the rashes anymore.

No, that might retroactively change things. Carmen groaned. Why did the book have to put time manipulation into effect? The past no longer mattered, she thought. Just focus on the present.

“Exactly,” Ryuka said and hugged her from behind, “Ooh, we’ll make a wonderful Seikogami of you yet.”

“Shut up,” Carmen snapped with a grin and rummaged through the box. There had to be something decent that’d fit.

There was, but it pushed her boundaries. If Ryuka hadn’t reminded her of the time, she might’ve chanced a trip to the mall, but she and Rachel had plans. Carmen was nothing if not punctual. She put the clothes away, not wanting Melody to find some of the lingerie Mary included, and rushed to the bus. Other passengers stared at her, one mother covered her child’s eyes. That was uncalled for.

Carmen showed far more skin than she cared for, but she didn’t look like a prostitute either. Her shirt cut low, cresting the line of her bra, which itself dipped low enough that her areolae could peek out any moment. It at least covered her navel, but ended where her hips bellowed out. With the sun bright and air humid, she didn’t want to wear jeans, and instead opted for Mary’s baggiest shorts. They just concealed her bulge, but otherwise hugged her thighs and ass tight. It was a strange combination, given her clear, milky complexion. Her clothes suited a tanned beachgoer.

“Adds some elegance if you ask me,” Ryuka said and added, upon receiving Carmen’s scowl, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two alone. But I think I know what you’ll be getting up to.”

Her cheeks burned at the implications. She gripped her bag, equipped with a change of clothes and the Futa Note. She shouldn’t have brought it. The temptation was always there anyway, but having it on her person, around the current object of her desires, was tempting fate. Worse, it was like laughing in its face. Carmen leaned against the window, using the rocking to ground her thoughts.

“This was a stupid idea.” Any number of things could go wrong. She suspected Rachel knew about her penis, but hadn’t confirmed anything, so this could expose her and turn Rachel away. Her urges might take over, the book might influence her mind, it could tempt her to do something horrible. Like steal Rachel’s will. She couldn’t lose her if Rachel didn’t have free thought.

“Maybe dump all those escort bayan rus thoughts on someone else?” Ryuka offered, “You said it before right? That ‘it’s to get it out of your system’. And I know you think Dakota’s entry looks pretty barren next to everyone else’s.”

Carmen pulled out the book and looked at the first page, where Dakota’s name preceded all others. She didn’t stand out, but she was a good person at heart. Kind and supportive, like a mother. Something maternal might suit her, though she prided herself on being athletic. The futa slammed the book shut, blushing furiously as she stuffed it away. Indulging herself this past week had taken its toll. She glared at Ryuka, then took a breath and shut her eyes. In a little while, she’d be with Rachel.

Anxiety tainted anticipation. Traces of arousal dripped through as well, like a viscous sludge escaping through growing cracks. It slid through the body, leaving a slimy trail of heat in its wake, which fed more to that fire. A perpetual cycle of lust, unending without a release. Once it was free, however, what was to say carnage wouldn’t ensue. But it was worth the risk.

Rachel sat in the living room. It was approaching noon, the sun at its peak. She wore a loose shirt, one that let the air currents swirl around her torso, and a pair of shorts. No underwear, the heat made them all but unbearable, and she hoped they’d only get in the way later. It’d been a few days since she and Carmen went out for a picnic of all things. They were a sight, both pale as alabaster and porcelain respectively.

It solidified Rachel’s desire. They didn’t talk often, a phone call once or twice and some texts, and yet it was enough to draw her deeper into Carmen. Enigmas surrounded the honour student’s thoughts, sometimes hinting at feelings Rachel shared, but otherwise kept them shrouded. Those hints kept her diving, sinking toward what she wanted. Today, she would find and pull it out.

A series of raps on the door jolted her.

“I’ve got it!” Leah announced, waddling toward the door. She’d just finished her milkings, so her breasts weren’t door frame trouble, though still enough for her to graze the edges. The second and third pair didn’t give the same issues, but they held her top set high, almost obscuring her chin from a slightly low angle. It was that sight which greeted Carmen.

She couldn’t match Leah in curves. No one did, even Mary and Ashley, who suffered from macromastia, were like grade schoolers compared to her, but Carmen had a controlled beauty around her. Lust seemed to hover around her with elegance, or like a tiger stalking in its cage, waiting to strike. More so with her current outfit that pronounced her curvature like few others could. It juxtaposed her refined palor and looked closer to something Mary wore.

“Hi, Carmen! Oh, you look amazing,” Leah said. Her drawling voice gave way to excitement, rough with blatant desire, and oblivious to anything but the woman standing before her. Until Rachel cleared her throat.

“Hey,” she said and nudged her sister aside, letting Carmen enter.

“Hey,” Carmen said, blushing fiercely. Her eyes struggled to stay off Leah. Understandable, Rachel thought with a glance her way as well. No one else could keep their eyes focused with her around. Even gay men gawked at her package, which bulged a little despite her baggiest pants. A poncho couldn’t hide just how massive her tits were either. Nothing covered her right since Rachel was young.

“Hmm, you really look great in that,” Leah continued, raking her eyes across Carmen’s body.

“Don’t you have work,” Rachel reminded her.

Leah pouted, “Fine. I’ll leave you love birds alone. Just make sure you clean up after yourselves.” She left with a wink at Carmen, who breathed a sigh once the door shut. Rachel chuckled and gestured to the living room. From now, until that evening, they had the house to themselves.

“So, uh, what now?” Rachel asked and sat next to her girlfriend. She really was stunning, more so now than a couple days ago. Must’ve been a trick from not seeing her for a few days.

“You wanted to show me some things, if I recall,” Carmen said with an easy smile.

“Oh, yeah. Specifically, I want you to watch some anime. See if anything sticks. Common interests and all that.” Rachel grabbed the remote.

“Isn’t anime just weird, bombastic stuff? Like that Yu-Gi-Oh thing?”

“Yes and no. You’d be amazed at some of them. It’s really just animation with a distinct style. That’s all.”

Carmen shrugged and relaxed into the couch. The first show was Dragon Ball. Rachel intended to show her a little of everything, then continue with whatever caught her interest. Part of her dreaded showing this stuff, in case it turned Carmen away. She was an honour student, a serious mind honed to block out most forms of entertainment.

It went better than expected. Carmen laughed, sometimes just a giggle, but other times escort bayan etiler she gave a true laugh. Oh, it was a musical, husky sound, like a song made to arouse. Rachel almost didn’t notice herself leaning toward her, then her head was on Carmen’s shoulder, and an arm had draped over hers. This felt natural. Just a few dates and barely more than a week of time together, yet Rachel was comfortable. More than that, she wanted to take this much further.

“That was funnier than I expected,” Carmen said once the episode ended.

“It’s silly in all the right ways,” Rachel grinned and hunted down the next show, “I wish I could animate like that, but don’t have the time or talent.”

“Just takes practice,” Carmen rubbed her shoulder, fingers grazing a breast. The briefest touch, but it was nice.

“Yeah. This is No Game No Life. It’s fun,” Rachel said and nestled deeper into Carmen’s shoulder, until the bone got uncomfortable, then she tested the waters and slid lower. Her head laid upon the breast over Carmen’s heart, its palpitations reverberated in the soft mound, muffled in Rachel’s ear but audible nonetheless. Carmen didn’t move her or say anything, so she stayed there.

“I don’t know how I feel about that one,” Carmen noted after two episodes, “It was a bit… uh, it focused a little too much on the kid.”

“She’s cute,” Rachel said, “I like those characters. Makes me feel a little better with my height. And chest.” She chuckled, feeling her waifish breasts, then nuzzled against Carmen’s.

“You look great,” Carmen said and, with a chuckle, leaned down to her ear, “You’re cute.”

“Ugh,” Rachel rolled her eyes and moved on, “Death Note’s really good. For about the first half, second takes a dip.”

During the episodes, Rachel noticed her perch squirming. Was she uncomfortable the concept? No, she had a smile on her face, like it bemused her. Carmen shook her head at one point.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, just… deja vu,” Carmen snickered. She left it alone and, once the episodes were done, got them some snacks.

“So, what’d you think?” Rachel asked around a cookie.

“It… was interesting,” Carmen glanced at her bag and pulled it around to sit between her legs.

“Cookie?” Rachel offered one. She’d baked them herself, needing a distraction from the constant, infuriating arousal. Every other thought was Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. Her boobs. Her ass. The potential of her cock. Her thighs. Her feet. Her hands.

She snapped the thoughts with a bite. They reformed again, surging downward into her loins and bubbled over. Rachel lowered her eyes. Was this her body saying ‘it’s now or never’. She looked back to Carmen.

“I have to tell you something!” Carmen said.

Whatever lust befell Rachel blinded her to the trepidation in Carmen’s voice. She leaned over her, panting softly, and placed a hand on her thigh.

“I know,” Rachel breathed and kissed her. For a moment, Carmen was frozen, then her lips reciprocated and her tongue soon joined in. They separated for a moment, “I know you’ve got one. I don’t care. No. I love it.”

“What?” Carmen gasped as her crotch was grabbed, fingers squeezing her secret. Before she could speak, Rachel blanketed the words, lips pressing harder as she swung a leg over so she straddled Carmen’s voluptuous thighs. Their chests mashed together, smothering Rachel’s in that sublime softness, while her hips ground into a swelling mound.

“I’m serious… there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“Later,” Rachel huffed and tugged on Carmen’s shirt, urging it over her head to reveal a lacy bra that struggled with its contents, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” She unhooked the undergarment, pulling it away so its bounty dropped free, though they didn’t sag nearly as much as their size should. Just looking at them made her skin tingle. An undercurrent of heat rolled down her body like lava, dripping out from her crotch. Her panties were already damp.

She went back to kissing her girlfriend, smothering her hands in those gorgeous tits. Nipples shoved back against Rachel’s palms, digging in and teasing a soft moan from Carmen, whose own hands joined the fun. They slid down the petite girl’s body, finding her pert rear and pulling it closer. Saliva filled their mouths and dribbled down their chins, moans pouring out into the room.

It’d only been a couple hours. Rachel planned for this to happen later on, after she ‘accidentally’ put on some porn to set the mood, but this worked too. She didn’t know why she was so aroused already. Carmen just had that effect, she supposed. Before today, just holding her hand was enough to moisten her loins, readying her for another night of self-indulgence. Kisses offered a whole other level, and now they were making out like a pair of sluts. Rachel pulled away and stared at Carmen.

“It’s your turn,” Carmen said, reluctant but resolute as she hooked her fingers in Rachel’s shirt. She pulled it off, revealing the smaller girl’s chest. Rachel covered them with an arm, blushing as she compared their sizes. It was laughable. Her big titted girlfriend pulled the arm away and leaned down to kiss a mound. Fuck! That… did Carmen have some kind of superpower to turned people on?

“You’re lovely,” Carmen said and flicked a tit with her tongue, striking a nerve just right.

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She sniffed the air, her black nose wiggling. A smell came to her, a rabbit. With a low growl, she sprang into a run. Crashing through brush, she came upon the animal, with it’s eyes wide in fear, it’s ears laid back. With a burst of speed, the rabbit was gone and the wolf followed, a rumbling sound coming from somewhere deep in her throat. She toyed with the frightened animal, allowing it to remain ahead of her by a few feet. With her claws digging furrows in the ground, the wolf ran, reveling in the hunt. Her brown eyes flashed in the moonlight as she sped up, catching the rabbit by it’s hind quarters. The rabbit cried out as it’s flesh tore, but it slipped from between the wolf’s teeth. The wolf pounced on it, grabbed it’s neck with her powerful jaws, jerked her head and bones snapped, the rabbit went limp.

Tearing the rabbit apart, the wolf fed. Then a scream caught her attention. Her ears swiveled forward and she growled. The wolf lifted it’s head to the sky and began to grow bigger, her fore legs lengthened, her hind legs thickened and buckled. In a matter of moments, a woman was in the wolf’s place, on her hands and knees. Lowering her head, Alana pulled her legs forward and pushed herself to a kneeling position. Cocking her head to one side, she listened, but heard nothing. All of a sudden she felt very much vulnerable out here in the desert, naked and alone. She crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself as a chill raced up her spine.

Another scream pounded at her. Her fear turned to rage as she recognized it as Eric’s, her lover for the passed two years. Standing up, Alana lifted her hands into the air. She closed her eyes and screamed. A breeze picked up, then the air began to rush around her, blowing her hair about. Dust, rocks and vegetation swirled upward. The wind increased, setting her breasts to swaying and pulling bigger and bigger rocks from the ground. Alana closed her eyes, raised her face to the night sky and slowly lowered her arms, then thrust her hands out, clenched them into tight fists and screamed again. The wind immediately stopped and she lowered her eyes.

“Well, still throwing tantrums, I see.” A voice said behind her.

Alana opened her hands, which were bleeding from cuts where her nails had punctured through. In each she held a dimly glowing crystal. She turned to the voice, which belonged to a tall, broad shouldered man. Her lips curled in a savage snarl.

“Leviathan…” She spat.

The man, Leviathan, bowed and grinned at her, “I see you’ve learned a new trick.” He pointed to the glowing crystals.

“I’ve learned more than that…” She said, then stepped away from the man. “You killed Eric…”

“Ahhh, the human’s name.” He replied. “I had to get your attention, my love.”

“Love?” She asked, her voice accusing, “Love? You don’t love, you conquer, you command, you destroy, you devour.”

Leviathan shot his arm out and grabbed Alana by the throat, “Don’t you ever talk to me that way!” He yelled into her face. He slid his hand down and cupped one pale breast. Alana shuddered and he grinned. “I don’t know how you changed back, Lucrecia, but you shouldn’t have, now you look so…human and weak.” He squeezed her breast hard and she closed her eyes.

With a laugh, he let go and stepped back.

“Yes, I don’t know how you did it, but your still a vampiress…I can feel it.” He looked her up and down, then frowned. “Definitely not an improvement, Lucrecia…but still you are enough to make my blood boil.”

“My name is Alana…Lucrecia died a thousand years ago.” Alana told him.

Leviathan laughed, “Alana is it?” He shook his head. “No, Lucrecia did not die…I know she didn’t, for she stands before me…a little different, but still my Lucrecia.”

“You kill the man I love and think I’ll come running back to you?” She asked. “Get away from me…or you’ll regret it.”

“Will I?” Leviathan’s eyes flashed. “Come to me, my lover.” He commanded Alana.

Alana smiled, but not of arousal, as Leviathan had intended, but something dark, cold and inhuman, something Eric would not have recognized, “Sorry, Leviathan, but you can’t control me…I am my own now.”

Leviathan gave her a surprised look, “How? You must obey me, I am the first!”

“And I’m the second…” She said, drawing herself up, seeming to grow, till she looked as cold and regal as she must have when she was a vampiress. “You have no power over me, not any more…I am no longer one of you.”

With blinding speed, Alana ran at him, bringing a hand up. Leviathan gasped as one crystal buried itself in his stomach. Alana whispered “Radiance” and the crystal flared into life, sending it’s blinding light out into the darkness around, into Leviathan, who screamed. His flesh surrounding the crystal burst into flame. With a pain filled cry, he took hold of the crystal, his hand immediately began to smoke and yanked it out. Cursing and bleeding a clear liquid, he threw it to the ground and brought his foot down on it. It shattered and the escort bayan fındıkzade light died.

“So…you have…indeed…learned much…” He put his hand over the wound, putting out the fire. “I may learn much from you…Lucrecia…I…will…come back…” He threw his hands into the air, growled something unintelligible and changed into a bat. With a screech, he was gone.

Alana ran to the camp, where she found Eric’s limp form sprawled out beside the fire. She kneeled and laid a hand on his chest. He had no apparent wounds, but he had no pulse. Alana laid her head on him and cried, the tears burning in her eyes. After nearly a half an hour, she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes, then kissed his lips.

Standing, she looked blankly around her. Shuffling towards their tent, she began to sob again. Each hitching breath nearly causing her to fall. She fell into the tent and laid there, her heart pounding, her mind numb and let the tears come. After a while, she fell asleep.

She awoke to the stifling heat of the desert day. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling of the tent. She laid there for long moments, uncertain what to do. With a start, she realized, and this made her feel sick and guilty, that she had left Eric’s body out there. She stood, dressed and stepped outside. She was surprised to find Eric still where she had left him, without a trace of a smell.

She dug in her pocket for the other crystal, which she gripped firmly. She squeezed, shattering it, and still kept squeezing, till she had a fine powder. She sprinkled this over him and it began to glow. She cursed under her breath.

*****

The warehouse was silent and gloomy in the weak moonlight that filtered through the dirty windows. Alana strode to the lone table, with it’s creaky chairs, in the otherwise empty chamber. Almost silent footsteps behind her brought her about.

“Alana…” Yoshi said as he came towards her. “I came as soon as I could…”

“Thank you.” She responded, feeling awkward about meeting this Hunter alone.

“What is it?” He asked. “I assume it has something to do with Eric?”

Alana nodded, though he probably couldn’t see it, “Yes…” She quickly told him about the incident with Leviathan. “He did something to him, he’s not dead, but he’s not alive either.”Yoshi looked thoughtful, “Leviathan…”

“You’ve heard of him?” She asked.

“Oh, yes…his file is especially long…and I’ve run across him.” He shuddered. “He is most…unpleasant.”

“You don’t even begin to know.” She said softly.

“You two knew each other?”

“A long time ago, after we became vampires, he killed my husband and took me as his wife…it was so different back then, we didn’t know what we had become, what we could do, nor our weaknesses.” She explained. “My husband was a weak man, and becoming a vampire didn’t change that, Leviathan easily killed him…I can’t say I was too sorry, he wasn’t a very nice man, but Leviathan was worse, by far.”

“Our files don’t indicate that you two were together.”

“No, they wouldn’t, Eric told me that the Hunter files only go back about five hundred years, this was three thousand years ago, Yoshi, and I grew tired of being his slave, being his animal, tired of being a vampire. I got away from him nearly a thousand years ago.” She said, her voice flat.

They were silent for a while, then Yoshi pulled a chair out and motioned for her to sit.

She smiled slightly and sat. Yoshi pulled another chair out and sat facing her. Her face was strained, hurt, but something else was there also, something hidden just underneath, a strength, a power. A power Yoshi could feel, one that he respected, as he did Alana herself. He reached out a hand and laid it on one of hers. She smiled gratefully at him.

“What is it you need me for?” He asked her.

“You can help me, Eric told me I could trust you.” She began. “I sense something within you, you are not what you appear.”

He smiled at this, “Yes, you can trust me…as to what you sense, I am not aware of it myself.”

“Still, it is there…” She pulled her hand away from his. “Leviathan is powerful, probably the most powerful vampire that exists.”

“You are not sure you can beat him by yourself?”

She nodded, “I’m strong, but I don’t know how strong he is anymore…what has he learned over the millennia?”

Yoshi stood and walked to a wall, where he flipped a switch, turning the overheads on. In their harsh glow, Alana looked even paler. He turned to look out one dirty window. With Yoshi lost in thought, Alana put her arms on the table and laid her head on them. She closed her eyes, a lone tear running down her soft, round nose to fall to the table.

Alana’s soft crying caught Yoshi’s attention. He quietly turned and was shocked to see how crumpled she looked, as though her life was slowly ebbing away. In that moment he decided he would help her, though it was madness to fight one masöz bayan such as Leviathan.

*****

The day came and Alana stood looking down upon her camp, her home. She put her arms out and closed her eyes, more tears falling. “All I seem to do anymore is cry.” She thought to herself. The morning rays washed over her and her pale skin caught up the golden light and reflected it. She opened one hand into a claw, the other she turned the palm to the ground. A crackling sound filled the air along with a smell of ozone. A sob escaped her. In her clawed hand a burning orb, almost a small sun, with bursts of flame flinging out, to fall back into it, formed.

With a savage snarl, she flung the orb into the camp. It hit the ground and exploded, incinerating everything about it. The heat of it washed over her and she screamed in frustration. Then the air rushed about her as it ran back to fill the vacuum created by the orb’s explosion. Everything was gone. The ground scorched, the fire pit a jagged rend in the earth.

She turned away, with tears still falling. A hand touched her face, wiping away the tears.

She fell into Yoshi’s arms. He held her, eyes wide at the power he had just witnessed. He stroked her hair, feeling strange as he did so. Like he was betraying Eric. “Why should I feel this way?

I’m just being a friend to her…” He thought. With a startled cry, Yoshi pushed Alana away from him.

“I’m sorry, Alana…” He said. “Something…happened.”

She nodded, wiping her face, “I felt it too, Yoshi…you have something buried within you…and I’m bringing it out.”

“How?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” She responded. “Perhaps it’s just my inherent power. I can’t be certain…Even now, none of us know what exactly vampires can do and I’m more than that…my abilities are…nearly untested.”

“That fire ball?” He asked.

“Something I learned a long time ago…though, it is more powerful than it used to be…”

She looked towards the sky, then at him, “Come, we have traveling to do…Leviathan is asleep, so let’s get going.”

“How? Walk? In this heat?” Yoshi asked.

Alana laughed, ” I have an idea, though, you may find it uncomfortable.” She took hold of the hem of her blouse and pulled it up. Yoshi turned away quickly, which brought another laugh from her. He turned back, only to find her standing naked, with her clothes on the ground around her. He looked like he would choke and she laid a hand on his shoulder. Her face was flushed with color, a determined look upon it, excitement in her eyes, he guiltily saw that her nipples were erect with that excitement. Then she dropped to her hands and knees. With a soft growl she changed into a wolf. One big enough for him to straddle. Her idea became clear to him and he laughed uncertainly.

“Well?” She asked, her voice low, throaty and inhuman.

He threw a leg around her and sat, feeling rather foolish. With a howl, she was off. He nearly fell from her back, but he caught a handful of her neck fur. She ran with an even, steady gait. He could feel her muscles rippling along her back with each fluid movement of her limbs.

She made a low, vicious sounding chuffing, which he realized was laughter. He sighed and just tried to keep from falling off. The sun was setting when, with a sudden jerk, he was flung forward, over her head. Instead of hitting the ground, he was caught by a strong, slender hand.

“Hmmm…and who might you be?” A feminine voice asked. He was set on his feet with a near throw. “You are strong…perhaps I shall keep you for my…pet.” The voice laughed. “As for the wolf…”

Yoshi turned just in time to see the woman whom the voice belonged to reach out to the still form of Alana. With a growl, Alana changed, kicked out a leg and brought the woman down.

She then flung herself upon the other and punched her in the side of the head. Crying out in pain and surprise, the woman threw Alana off and rolled.

Getting to her feet, Alana smiled tightly, “It’s been a while…Dedrah, that is what you call yourself now, is it not?”

“Lucrecia…I didn’t know you were still alive…” Dedrah said.

“Spare me…you are Leviathan’s lover…you surely knew I was around.”

Dedrah spat, “Lover?” She laughed darkly. “I haven’t been with Leviathan since…” Dedrah thought a moment, “Somewhere in the 1700’s.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Alana demanded, her brown eyes flashing.

Dedrah took a step back, “I am here…because He called me…I had to obey.”

Yoshi walked to Alana’s side, “Who is this, Alana?”

“Trouble, Yoshi…she’s trouble.” Alana replied.

“Yoshi?” Dedrah smiled, transforming her face into something beautiful, nearly untainted with vanity and lust.. “I knew a Yoshi once, a long time ago…he was…something special.”

Alana laughed softly, “This Yoshi is not your type, Dedrah…”

Dedrah cocked an eyebrow, “Oh? Then is he yours?”

“No.”

“I escort bayan bağcılar am a Hunter.” Yoshi explained.

“Hunter?” Dedrah’s eyes widened, then she stared at Alana. “What are you trying to do, Lucrecia?

Kill Leviathan?”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Alana answered haughtily.

“You are a fool then! Leviathan is too powerful…he is your master as well as mine, Lucrecia…” Dedrah said.

“I doubt any one is master of Alana…not with her strength.” Yoshi said.

“What do you know of it, human?” Dedrah asked him.

“He knows more than you do, Dedrah.” Alana said. “Now, either get out of my way…or I will move you.”

Dedrah’s eyes narrowed at this, then a smile slowly crept onto her face, “Hmm…no, I don’t think so, Lucrecia…”

Alana sighed and shook her head. She clapped her hands together, muttered something and a light began to spill from them. Never taking her eyes off of Dedrah, she flung her hands open and something bright and throwing off thin shafts of light shot from them. Before Dedrah could do more than widen her eyes, it struck her in the chest, burst into a glowing liquid, which washed over her. Dedrah screamed as her flesh began to smolder, then she fell to her knees, clapped her hands to her face, fell flat and made no other sounds.

“Sleep, my old friend…your nightmare is soon to be over…” Alana whispered to her as she knelt beside her.

Yoshi touched Alana’s shoulder and she stood, giving him a small smile as she turned to him. She sighed again, lowered her head and whispered something he couldn’t hear. Then she raised her face to the darkening sky and whistled, a low, trembling, crystalline tune to the heavens.

The tune faded away and she lowered her face.

“Let’s go, Yoshi…it’s not far now.” She said to him.

“I’m ready.”

“We’ll walk the rest of the way…I don’t feel up to changing.” Alana told him.

He nodded, “All right.”

As they walked, she told him more of her past with Leviathan, “I was his from the start…I hated him…yet I could do nothing about it…he controlled the rest of us.” She gave Yoshi a look, then shook her head. “You Hunters have absolutely no idea what we are…or where we came from…you never stop to think that there must have been a point when we didn’t exist…” She ran a hand through her hair and blew air out from between her lips. “Hell, I don’t know where we came from…I just have vague memories of waking in the night to find myself somewhere other than my husband and I’s bed chamber…a place of darkness, yet something shined brightly…figures moved about me, touching me, hurting me…figures that were ethereal, yet solid enough to do what they were doing to me and the others…I remember a needle being shoved into my arm, drawing my blood…though, at that time, I had no idea what they were doing…when I was human, we had nothing like syringes…nor lights that shone without oil.”

Alana stopped, ran her hands over herself, then bent over and grabbed her ankles. When she straightened, her face wore a frown, “These memories always cause nausea…” She explained. “At first, when I awoke, I thought it had been a nightmare…then I stood and the sunlight streaming in through a window touched my thigh and I screamed…I was so scared…and I had no one to turn to…who would even believe me? My husband was the same as me, there was no help there…nor was there anything else…I was alone…but it didn’t stay that way…Leviathan came for us…my husband wouldn’t give me to him, so Leviathan killed him and took me…he renamed all of us…giving me the name Lucrecia, Dedrah had been Malindral…I don’t know where he got the names from…perhaps he made them up…except his…I know where he got that one…Leviathan is truly evil, Yoshi…he always takes by force what he could just be given…the first time he came to me…I cried for what seemed like hours after…but I could do nothing…for some reason, he had a power over us…perhaps it was meant that way…a binding force…”

“The blood-need first made it’s presence known during one of those…times with Leviathan…I bit him…but his blood made me sick…he got mad and hit me in the stomach…but the blood-need was strong…all of us were feeling it…Leviathan took us on a rampage…on a tiny village…we slacked our thirsts all right, at the cost of every person in that village…I couldn’t believe what was happening…I even grew to like being with Leviathan…what ever had been done to us seemed to have side affects…we all became filled with insatiable lust…the need for that was almost as strong as the need for blood…”

Yoshi looked off into the distance, towards the direction they had been going, “You don’t know who did this to you?”

“No…Leviathan used to curse them…and praise them…I think he knew…” She said.

“Do we keep going?” He asked.

“No, now we wait…he’ll come…it’s in his nature…”

She sat on the ground, crossed her legs and closed her eyes. Yoshi took his sword from it’s sheath and stared at the refracted moonlight that danced on it’s blade. He shook his head, raised it and went into a kata.

“You are very good.” Alana said to him.

He pulled himself back from a swing and smiled, “The sword is like no other weapon…it is fluid, sensuous, serpentine.”

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Sophia was gifted in many ways, but she didn’t have the gift of foresight, so she was surprised one morning when Cassidy stopped by her desk and brought her back to the boss office.

“At the end of every month we run delinquency reports,” Cassidy said, businesslike. “These accounts are over 90 days past due and haven’t responded to attempts to contact them, so we’re recalling their product.”

She handed Sophia a list and a written procedure. Sophia glanced at the procedure and her heart sank. She gave Cassidy a quizzical look to see if she was serious. This wasn’t her job.

“I suppose this counts as ‘other duties as required’?”

Cassidy seemed to bristle. “Every job has some unpleasant parts,” she said evenly. “The techs all take turns with this, so it doesn’t fall on any one person. Your turn will only come up once or twice a year.”

“That’s fair,” Sophie said. But that wasn’t the point. She examined the list and did some quick mental arithmetic.

“Seems like a rather high delinquency rate. Christ, Cassie, is this a creche or an abattoir?”

Cassidy looked unamused. “It’s higher than usual because of the recession.”

Sophia found it more likely that the sales team had gotten lax about screening potential clients, though she didn’t say it.

“Couldn’t we donate them to someone?” she asked, and immediately felt foolish.

Cassidy gave her a contemptuous look that said, don’t be an idiot, but what she actually said was, “That’s not in the contract.”

“It just seems drastic,” Sophia said. “I mean, what if the clients sort out their payments later?”

“Then we’ll make them another. Genetically identical.”

Similar, Sophie thought. Not identical. Cassidy was always making that mistake.

“Okay?” Cassidy asked.

Sophia nodded mutely and went to scrub up.

Cassidy and Sophia had gotten along well at first. At the start they had had a mutual respect for each other’s intelligence. Clever people are often lonely because they have to conceal so much of themselves. Sophia especially was in the habit of concealment. But she had liked Cassidy from her first day on the job.

What had most surprised her then was the dark. This was supposed to simulate the conditions of the womb. She had felt like a spelunker or an astronaut in her Tyvek jumpsuit and headlamp as they walked together through endless, winding corridors.

“It’s a retrofitted hospital,” Cassidy had said. “Hospitals are good for this sort of thing. They already have a lot of what we need. It used to have over 600 beds. We’ve replaced each bed with four exos, so we have about 2,500 on the go at any given time. Since it only takes nine months to create the finished product, we can do a little over 3,000 in a year.”

“It reminds me of vertical agriculture with hydroponics,” Sophia said, and felt like a star pupil when Cassidy nodded approvingly.

“It’s a lot like that. But it’s also a form of mass customization. People don’t care which head of lettuce they get. But they want their children built to spec from their own DNA. They want to visit them and watch them grow. If it weren’t for that, we could mass produce them at half the cost outside the city where land is cheap. As things stand, it’s more of a boutique operation.”

“Plus, it saves on shipping,” Sophia said, picturing a fleet of buzzing drones darting to-and-fro like storks depositing swaddled infants on doorsteps. That made Cassidy laugh.

The exowombs were full of sodium lactate solution “just like real amniotic fluid,” Cassidy said. But Sophia knew better. As a student she had sometimes made ends meet by selling her blood plasma. Afterward, they would replace what they had taken with Ri-Lac. As it began to flow through the IV drip, she could taste it, acrid, inside her tongue.

At first Sophia had liked the job. It put her degree to good use. Having no children of her own, and never likely to have, she thought it would give her an opportunity to be maternal. She had wanted to be a sort of guardian angel technician, guiding fledgling souls into life.

Over time she began to sour on it. Though the process itself escort bayan beyoğlu was intricate and fragile, the exowombs were closely monitored by a preternaturally intelligent (and, of course, proprietary) learning algorithm. This effectively deskilled the human employees. Most days her actual work was no more difficult than running a 3D printer or even an industrial dishwasher. This deskilling was reflected in the wages, notwithstanding the huge fees charged to clients.

Then there was the envy engendered by selling a product she couldn’t herself afford, working too close to a good life she couldn’t have. She felt a kinship with hungry grocery clerks ringing up other people’s steaks. Lately, she had considered filing for bankruptcy.

And now Cassidy had persisted in imposing this duty on her after seeing her discomfort. Not that she had singled her out. It was simply her turn. Cassidy was firm but fair that way. Nonetheless, Sophia had hoped to be shown favoritism, to be understood and let off the hook somehow. This subtly changed things between them. Or it revealed that the infatuation had always been one-sided. In any case it was over. Outwardly, Sophia would continue to be courteous, professional, even friendly, but they weren’t friends anymore, only superior and subordinate. It occurred to her that Cassidy might not notice the difference.

Sophia geared up as slowly as she could. At length she descended, plucked the first incubator from the darkness, and ferried it through the service elevator to the lab, wincing in its hollow light. As she prepped the saline, Sophia recalled a scene from Brecht’s The Caucasian Chalk Circle. In a fairytale Persia, a peasant girl named Grusha finds a royal infant abandoned to misfortune at the approach of an invading army. Grusha hesitates, knowing that to take the newborn is to risk her own life. Smarter to leave it alone. The narrator turns to the audience and says, “How terrible is the temptation to do good.”

For a few rash moments Sophia indulged the reckless fantasy of trying to save one – hiding it, logging it destroyed, then doubling back for it after hours. But what then? She couldn’t very well roll an exowomb onto the train or a taxi. At home she wouldn’t have a super-intelligent AI to monitor her stolen homunculus and keep it thriving. And the incubator would be missed. It was worth a fortune.

In fact, Sophia realized, this whole situation was about the incubators. After all, the clinic could reduce delinquencies to zero by demanding payment in advance, but that would suppress sales. It would be like demanding cash payment for a house. In theory prospective clients could borrow the money from banks, but the unborn are useless as collateral. They can’t be repossessed and resold like real estate. That leaves just one possibility: leasing the exowombs on a monthly basis. They were the real product. And now these particular incubators were being reclaimed from deadbeats and reallocated to paying customers. When Sophia divined all this, she almost laughed at how reasonable and necessary it all was, like the punchline to a grim and profane joke.

At the end of The Caucasian Chalk Circle a rogue judge exonerates Grusha, declaring that children should belong to the motherly, not necessarily to their biological or legal parents. Sophia doubted her own judge would see it that way. Anyway, she reasoned, she needed this job. She couldn’t afford heroics.

As she worked she adopted a standpoint outside herself, watching detachedly as she crisscrossed floors and crossed items off the list. Two, three, four. On the fifth, as her gloved hands moved to do the hardest part, she noticed the tag and couldn’t remember if she had scanned it yet. She set down the syringe, found the laser wand, and waved it over the barcode, only to hear a menacing low beep rather than the usual reassuring high-pitched chime. She lifted her partly fogged visor and peered closely at the serial number. It said 9373366. It should have said 9373368.

The incubator had been unplugged for at least five minutes. And it escort otele gelen would take that long again to get it back up to its room. She raced it back to the elevator as fast as she dared and the casters would allow, keeping a lookout for coworkers or visitors and trying not to look suspicious. She returned it in four minutes twenty-three seconds, got it back online and waited to see what the monitor would say. Carbon dioxide levels were a little high, oxygen was on the low side of normal. The temperature had fallen two degrees. No critical incident report. It would be all right, it was nothing. No, not nothing, but something of which nothing would be said. She double-checked the room number, which was correct, then checked the other exowombs until she found 9373368. They had been in the same room, almost side-by-side. An easy mistake.

After that she willed herself to be calm, to stay focused, to work efficiently, carefully, and methodically. There were no more mishaps. She got through all 11. The incubators were wrapped and sterilized in the autoclave, the furnace cooled and swept of ash. Peeling off her jumpsuit, she found herself drenched in sweat and washed up as best she could. She wanted to get out of there. Halfway through the lobby’s revolving doors she remembered she had locked her purse in her desk. She had to go back.

It was after closing now and the sun had begun to set, lighting the vacant office through tall, narrow windows. The high ceiling and long rows of empty desks reminded Sophia of a chapel. She paused by her neighbor Grace’s desk. It was covered with green potted plants. She always found them soothing. Above the plants Grace had decorated the cabinet with inspirational quotes. There was a new one today:

i’d rather learn from one bird how to sing

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance. – e. e. cummings

Once on the crowded street Sophia felt uneasy, pursued. She was tired and tense, harrowed and all screwed up. She had reckoned to go straight home, but when she reached the subway tunnel her feet kept walking. Having willed herself to be calm, she now felt a belated rush of nervous energy. She walked for a long time before she knew where her feet were taking her. The Astra had a posh bar in the lobby, the kind of place that felt like home – if your home were an inviting mansion with a huge, lavish den. Once inside she sat at the bar near the artificial fireplace and ordered a martini. She took her first sip too quickly. Her hand trembled.

“Tough day?”

Sophia looked up and saw a vision with a pixie’s face and a voice like midnight.

“You want to talk about it someplace private?”

Sophia considered for a moment. “You’re working,” she said. “No one is that direct on their own time.”

The nymph gave a little insouciant shrug and Sophia began to surmise why she had really come to the Astra. Some corner of her mind had known that she would find this here. Their eyes locked. Sophia looked away first.

“Don’t make a woman beg.”

“You’re not a woman,” Sophia objected.

The bot looked straight at her. “What am I then?”

Their eyes met a second time as Sophia made a decision. “You know what I think?” she said. “I think a simulated experience is still an experience.”

“Drink up then,” said the bot. “Leave your tab open. I’ll take care of everything.” She discreetly slid Sophia a laminated sheet with hourly rates.

Even the Astra’s elevator was rich and welcoming. They stood close together and Sophia’s heart raced. She couldn’t take her eyes off the bot. It had an entrancing beauty. She felt that if she looked away her excitement might boil over into panic. But there was something encouraging and reassuring about her smile. Sophia had never felt so charmed by a bot.

“Are you… new?” she asked. She had almost said “a new model”, but abandoned her query midstream sensing the question was indelicate.

The bot pulled an inscrutable face and Sophia felt abashed. “Let’s make tonight about you,” she said. “Have you done this before?”

Sophia shook escort bayan kağıthane her head. The bot nodded. She took Sophia’s hand and led her to a corner suite. Her hand was warm. The suite was spacious with giant windows for two of its walls and a sliding glass door that led onto a balcony. Once inside they sized each other up, as if each daring the other to make the first move.

“When you came in tonight, you looked as though you’d seen a ghost,” said the bot. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Sophia said, stepping close. “Just hold me.” The bot held her. She felt a sudden urge to sob.

Sophia began kissing the bot’s neck. She slid the thin dress off her shoulders. The bot, in turn, began to unbutton Sophia’s blouse, slowly and deliberately. “It’s okay,” she cooed. “You can tell me what you want.”

“I saw a strange poem today,” Sophia said. Her blouse fell to the floor. The bot was unclasping her bra. “It said, ‘I want to learn from one bird how to sing.'”

The bot leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I can teach you to sing. Would you like that? Tell me more.”

“Pretend to control me,” Sophia whispered back. The words came unexpectedly. She felt like she was disclosing a secret kept even from herself. “Everywhere else I’m actually being controlled, and I have to pretend I’m free. I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I might break.”

They were naked now. The bot led Sophia gently to the bed, keeping her close. “We’re going on a journey together,” she murmured. “Far away from here. Let me take you.” She was caressing Sophia’s sex. “Trust me. Open yourself to me.” Sophia sighed and parted her legs just slightly. “Good girl,” said the bot, and grinned.

Afterward, Sophia cradled her tenderly, a little embarrassed by the intensity of her feeling. But even as she lay there in bliss, a vague doubt gathered on the outskirts of her thoughts. Their lovemaking had been more than skillful. It was intuitive, even soulful. It had moved her deeply. And that was the problem. Bots aren’t supposed to be soulful. It was uncanny.

“I’m stepping out,” she said, slipping back into her blouse. “I need air.”

On the balcony she breathed deep and looked out at the city. It was night now. The air was warm and balmy. It smelled of salt and plankton. The boundless darkness of the open sky felt nothing like the narrow, cloistered darkness on the wards. Below her, the tops of old downtown’s flooded skyscrapers were jutting up from beneath the risen water. She saw the moon, low and full, and for the first time recognized it as the Earth’s stillborn twin. She felt hunted again and went inside.

“You’ve come back to me.”

“I’m ready to talk,” said Sophia, who began putting herself back together. “But not here.”

Back at the bar she thought, it’s actually easier this way. More like just writing in a journal than really talking to a person. Or was it the other way round? Either way it felt good to unburden herself.

“I can’t shake the feeling that something awful happened at work today,” she began. “But when I think about it, it’s like nothing really happened.”

“Happened to you? Or to someone else?”

Good question, thought Sophia. “Maybe both,” she said. “Whenever we do something awful, something awful is also happening to us, whether we know it yet or not.”

The bot had that intense expression again. But she wasn’t looking at Sophia. She was looking past her to the door. A couple had just entered, a petite woman with a small silver collar in a fancy dress patterned brightly as peacock, and an unremarkable man, who must nonetheless have been important judging by the imposing security drone that hovered over him. With a feline quickness the bot pounced and raced toward the woman.

“Ginger!” she cried. “Oh, god, Ginger. I thought I’d never see you again.”

The woman, Ginger, seemed apprehensive.

“Ginger, it’s me. It’s Tamara.” She cradled Ginger’s face in her hands. “Please believe me.” Ginger was stepping backward.

“I know you saw them kill me. But listen – just listen to me.” Her grimace now seemed maniacal, grotesque. “They put me in *here*, in *this*. Ginger, I’ll always find you. I love-“

Ginger shrieked. The drone made a calculation. In three tenths of a second-the time it takes to think a single thought-a violet flash severed the bot’s neck. Partly. Her head hung ghoulishly at her shoulder. And yet it spoke:

“My god – why can’t you see me?”

Sophia saw, and saw more, and felt sick.

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Jason’s alarm went off, waking him out of a peaceful and relaxing dream. He felt the two women next to him, Phalmina and Xaera, moaning in frustration as they made protesting noises about the alarm. Groaning as he got up, Jason reached over and shut it down, to both his and the ladies’ relief. He sighed and closed his eyes and felt their loving embrace all over him.

A ray of sunlight peeked through the curtains, warming up Jason’s skin nicely. He sighed as the sun reminded him of his work obligations that day and he made to get up. Just then, he heard a scream of pain and saw a flash of blue bolt out of bed, away from the sunlight. Xaera was huffing and puffing and clutching her arm, as though she was wounded.

“What’s wrong?” Jason wondered as he padded over to where Phalmina was comforting Xaera.

“Though Xaera is only half troll, she apparently has inherited a troll’s weakness to sunlight,” Phalmina explained.

“So, her walking outside on a sunny day is…”

“Impossible, or she will no longer be living stone and flesh, but pure stone,” the fairy told him and showed him the mark on Xaera’s arm. Where the sun had touched was a small area, but Jason could see the damage done to it. Where it had been a rich blue, her skin had turned to a greyish concrete color. Thankfully, the blue was creeping in and soon overtook the grey, banishing the ugly color.

“How…?” Jason began.

“A troll’s healing capability is legendary, surpassed only by that of a dragon. Wounds that would incapacitate or potentially kill any other being, a troll can shrug off without issue. Their only real weakness being pure sunlight, which will kill them almost instantly,” Phalmina supplied.

“Speaking of which, we probably should have gone out last night to reactivate the portal stone,” Jason said, facepalming himself as he remembered.

“And I blame you for that mister!” Phalmina griped.

“What? It’s not like I told you to frig yourself to an orgasm so intense, you couldn’t think straight,” Jason shot back. Xaera giggled and nodded, seeing that Jason had the right of this argument. Phalmina hmphed and turned on her heel, heading for the bathroom.

“Are you sure that you’re going to be OK, Xaera?” Jason asked, looking over her arm.

“I will be all right, thank you. Like Mina said, my ability to heal myself is rarely surpassed. As long as my exposure to sunlight isn’t great, I can recover from it,” Xaera told him with a smile.

The troll woman then kissed Jason, to thank him for his concern. Her hands started roaming all across his naked body, as his did with hers. Jason growled as he could feel himself getting hard again, which was helped along by Xaera’s hands. The man moaned as he wanted this to continue very much, but he stopped his troll lover before he got too hard.

“As much as I’d like this to continue Xaera, I have obligations to work today,” he told her. Xaera then visibly pouted, thinking she was being shut down after he had her once.

“But that doesn’t mean that I won’t want to finish this when I get back,” he told her with a grin. Xaera’s face then brightened, and she hugged him, holding him close to her. Jason hugged her back, knowing that he would likely be taking the troll woman to bed regularly. Not that he minded, as he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

“Will I be joining you two in said… fun times?” Phalmina asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

“But of course!” Jason told her as he moved make use of the bathroom, swatting her ass as he walked past. Phalmina yipped at the blow and glared at Jason playfully as he chuckled and disappeared into the bathroom. He popped out of a few minutes later, and walked to the kitchen, fixing the three of the breakfast.

“So, what are we going to do until night falls?” the fairy woman asked.

“I have a few ideas. You two ever heard of television?” Jason asked as fried up a pack of bacon. Both women shook their heads, never really having experienced modern technology.

“In this case, you two are in for a treat!” he told them with a chuckle. He directed them to sit on the couch as he made their eggs and toast. He then had Phalmina pick up the Xbox One controller and press the power button on it. The looks on their faces was priceless when they jumped back, scared of what was happening on the TV.

“It won’t hurt you ladies, so relax! Mina, breakfast,” he told her as he brought their plates over. Looking down at the plate, Phalmina smiled and dug into the food. Xaera was similarly engaged with her plate, which was heaped with double of what Jason gave his fairy lover.

“Now, if I can get your attention ladies, we call this a ‘controller’, which is used to control that device right there,” Jason explained.

He took them through the ins and outs of working an Xbox, and how to navigate the myriad of programs on them. Both women were astounded by Netflix, Crave and Amazon. There were so many shows that they were wondering what to choose! escort bayan güngören Jason helped them by getting them started on Outlander, which was a book series that he enjoyed as well.

As the Gaians were busy with the show, Jason fixed his own breakfast and munched on it. He watched the ladies’ fascination with the show and how they appeared enthralled with it. Chuckling to himself, he finished wolfing down his food, selected a set of working clothes and got dressed.

“You ladies going to be ok?” he asked, as Jason grabbed his keys.

“Don’t interrupt the show!” Mina groused and Xaera growled in agreement.

Laughing, Jason let himself out, letting the women know that he’d be back later. Making his way down the stairs, Jason felt like a million bucks. He danced across the lobby and let himself outside, walking along to the bus stop. He would have kept going, but something stopped him, something… odd.

Jason craned his head, looking around for the oddity. He found it almost immediately, in the form of two well-dressed men, who were standing by a white Audi. They seemed out of place in this bohemian neighbourhood, like they didn’t belong. Both men were too well kept to be hanging around this place, and Jason decided to find out what they were up to.

He turned around to face them and one of them suddenly dug into his pocket, removing a cell phone. The one with the phone in hand berated the other, and Jason could hear how they’d gone to the wrong place. They argued for a split second before getting into the car and taking off, away from Jason.

Jason thought it was odd how guys like that were mucking around here. Sadly, he wasn’t able to get a read on them, as they’d taken off before he’d used his Gaian senses. Though odd, it wasn’t a rare occurrence, as he’d seen nice vehicles in the area from time to time. Jason brushed it off, but decided on keeping vigilant, considering the things he’d learned in the glade.

He walked along to the bus stop, not overly bothered by the event. Jason figured that he should keep his senses active on a regular basis. That and he still had yet to truly bring his magic to bear on anything substantial. Because of this, Jason knew that he’d have to get some practice in, where he knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to have to rely on pure instinct to save his ass all the time.

The bus pulled up, and Jason continued to mull over what he would do for practicing his magic. As he took a seat, a few ideas came to mind, and he smiled, thinking them quite clever. His focus soon went to the day’s work and what he’d need to do that day.

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Karla blinked her eyes open, and she took a deep breath, wondering for a split second where she was. Then she remembered the night before; the date with Luke, the way they’d clicked, and of course, the passionate sex that followed. She looked over her shoulder and saw him lying there, snoring gently. Luke looked so peaceful when he slept and even asleep, he was handsome.

Smiling to herself, Karla gently disentangled herself from his embrace and got up off the couch. As she stood, Karla could feel the soreness shooting through her pussy and she sighed. It had been a while since she had been pounded quite as mercilessly as she was, but it was worth the wait!

Since leaving Denmark, it had been difficult to locate a suitable lover, much less a proper boyfriend here. She’d dated around casually, having some fun here with local guys here and there. But she didn’t really click with anyone and was severely disappointed by the lack that men here had. That had all changed the moment she had met Luke that first time.

Almost instantly, she could tell that he would be a wonderful match for her. She couldn’t explain why, but something told her to pursue this man and to see about a date with him. She normally wasn’t so aggressive, but with Luke, she had to have him and soon. Karla knew after the first ten minutes of their date that they’d wind up in bed and though it broke some personal rules, it had been so worth it!

Not only was Luke a man of outstanding character and taste, but he was an amazing lover! His cock was just the right size for her too, easily nine inches long and not quite two inches thick. It had stretched to her limits deliciously and unlike most men; he wasn’t just a pounder. He dipped and shifted, always looking for a good angle to hit, making sure he pleased the woman he was with.

She was glad that he wasn’t too big, like some men she’d been with. Though having a gigantic dick was all well and good in theory, but in practice, it didn’t go so well. The two men who had been that big, who she’d had, had nearly split her open when they fucked! Or, at least, it had felt that way while they were having sex.

Karla had eked out some pleasure from those encounters but resolved to never go for a guy with a huge cock again. The pain was just too escort ukraynalı much, and she was nowhere near loose enough to enjoy them. Plus, both men had been the typical asshole type, who were all about the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am.’ Such men were beneath her, and she banished the thought of them to the recesses of her mind.

She looked over to Luke, who was still out on her couch as she puttered around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready. Though it was a Friday, she still had work to do and would not slack at her job. She walked around more, putting some water on for her coffee, before reaching into her fridge for some eggs. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt a pair of sturdy hands wrap around her waist.

“Good morning,” Luke breathed as he kissed her neck.

“Mmmm! Good morning!” Karla replied as she stood up. Her ass ground into Luke’s hips and she could feel the thickness of his morning wood pushing at the crack of her ass.

“Going into work?” he asked as he turned her head to his and kissed her mouth. Karla kissed him back and felt her heart speed up as she sighed into it.

“Yes, I am. I have to get something ready for breakfast if I’m to function at all today,” she told him, breaking the kiss.

“Why not skip work today? It’s Friday and I would like more time with you,” Luke told her as she turned to him.

“I’m an integral part of my aunt’s business and she needs me there,” Karla protested, trying not to succumb to Luke’s kisses on her neck and breasts.

“I think she could manage one day without you. Come on, a day of gaming, conversation and sex? What’s not to like about a day like that?” Luke said lustily as his lips captured hers again. Karla tried fighting it, but the rational part of her mind was losing badly. She sighed heavily and gave in, deciding that for the first time in her life, she would skip working for a day.

“Fine, you win. But I expect you to make good on what the day holds,” she said as she disengaged from Luke and walked over to her purse and fished out her cell phone.

“Oh, I will! I mean, hello?” he said, gesturing to still hard cock. Karla giggled as she shushed him, calling her aunt. Carlotta picked up on the second ring, answering jovially.

“Good morning Karla! I trust that you had a good night last night?” her aunt teased.

“Ja, auntie. An amazing night if you must know! One of which I am extending into this day and the weekend,” she told her.

“Wait, you are not coming into work today?” Carlotta asked, surprised by what she was hearing.

“Ja. I am… going to stay home today!” Karla said in a rush.

“So, the date went that well, did it?” Carlotta giggled.

“Since you ask, let me put it to you in terms that you will understand. Ebon Knight,” Karla stated, listing off one of her aunt’s porn films. Carlotta was stunned upon hearing this, as Ebon Knight had not only been the most successful film of her porn career, but it had been the one where she enjoyed herself on a level that she had yet to experience again!

“Auntie?”

“I’m here. Just… imagining and… remembering that one. I expect details on this when you come in on Monday!” Carlotta told her.

“You’ll have them. Now, may I be excused from work for the day auntie?” Karla asked.

“You may. Have fun!” her aunt teased before the line went dead.

“What’s the face for?” Luke asked, concerned.

“Oh nothing. Just my auntie being a bit of slut is all,” Karla replied.

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying so, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You are her niece after all,” Luke jibed. Karla rounded on Luke, before kissing and grinding her pelvis into him, as she grabbed and pumped his dick a little, before letting him go.

“If you have a problem with me being like this, then don’t bother joining me in the shower then, mister,” she said huskily.

Karla then turned on her heel and marched to the bathroom. Or, she would have, as Lucas came up behind her and scooped her up in his arms, which Karla squealed at. She purred at this manly gesture, happy to see that he was asserting himself with her. Karla could tell that he was unused to doing such things, but appreciated it nonetheless.

Walking into the bathroom, Luke was impressed by how it looked. There was enough room for both a bathtub and a walk-in shower. He figured that either her or her aunt must have sprung some serious coin for her to have such a nice apartment. Luke carefully deposited Karla on her feet, and she walked into the shower, turning it on.

The hot needle spray flooded out of the shower head and Karla enjoyed the sensation of the water on her body. Luke walked in with her and she smiled, sighing to herself, thinking today would be a good day. It was then that Luke grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him, and he kissed her. She melted into the kiss, then squeaked in surprise at what happened next.

His hands found escort bayan merter her ass and clutched it, before he pulled her up to him, suspending her in midair. Karla could feel his hardness teasing her entrance as he lowered her slightly. She gulped audibly, unsure if she could take anymore cock right now. But she was so turned on in that moment, that she didn’t care. She looked at her lover with a mix of fear and trepidation.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that jibe now did you?” he asked after their kiss had ended.

“Oh, min Gut!” she cried as he speared her leaky pussy with his raging hard cock.

Karla felt her inner walls stretch to accommodate the welcome intruder. Luke pumped his hips and raised and lowered her again and again, fucking her hard. He pressed her up against the wall to help steady himself. The wall was cool to the touch, but Karla didn’t mind as she was too preoccupied with taking Luke’s dick like the slut she was.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him. She could feel an orgasm rising inside her and she was going to lose her shit and soon. Karla could feel that Luke was drawing close, as his thrusts had become harder and more frantic.

“Yes! Keep… fucking… me! Don’t… you… dare… stoooooo… OOOOOAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed as the orgasm hit her hard. Her petals fluttered as her pussy clamped down on Luke’s cock, and he cried out. His balls emptied themselves into her velvety cunt, saturating it with his seed. He slammed into her as he came, pasting his woman to the wall and their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath.

“That was… wow!” Karla said as soon as she could form the words.

“Yeah! Definitely… wow!” Luke agreed as he came away from her, pulling his semi hard dick out of her savaged quim. His cum leaked out of her and down her leg, making Luke grin.

“Now that’s hot!” he commented as he walked back into the falling water.

“Yes, it is! If you keep up with that, I’ll let you see it plenty and often!” she said as she brought her lips to meet his.

“Damn, I love freaky women!” he grinned, and she giggled in response. The both of them took a beat before showering up. They washed and scrubbed each other, enjoying the discovery of their respective bodies, along with sensitive and tickle spots. They laughed and chatted more before getting out of the shower.

High on the endorphins of their lovemaking, they both walked into the kitchen area wearing only smiles. After a little friendly arguing, Luke agreed that Karla would make them breakfast. She got to it, making them fried eggs, bacon with pumpernickel toast. She sliced up some tomatoes, avocado and green onions to go with it and the couple sat down and munched on them happily.

Karla sat there, thinking to herself on what all of this meant. It was the first time since becoming sexually active, that she’d taken a man to bed on the first date! Luke was the first man she had taken a day off work for and he was the first to share her geeky and nerdy interests! She wasn’t fully sure what it entailed, but she knew that this man was worth exploring and she would make sure he stayed hers.

“So, you said you were a gamer?” she asked.

“Yup. Why, what did you have in mind right now?” he wondered.

“How good are you at Mortal Kombat?” Karla asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“When I play as Jax, nobody beats me!” he said pridefully.

“I have a challenge for you, should you choose to accept it,” she told him with an air of mystery.

“Oh? What challenge is that?” he queried.

“If you can beat me in a best of nine game series on Mortal Kombat X, I will let you use me as your own personal sexual slave for the entire day,” she said, her voice carrying the lust and the challenge behind it. Lucas simply grinned, and he stood up, gesturing to the PS4 while saying three words, which left Karla shivering and grinning.

“Game on, Karla!”

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Chad and Darren were sitting in the Marston family home, going over their findings of Jason. There wasn’t much on him, aside from a work history and some family, most of which lived far from him. Neither man could make any connection between Jason and any of their enemies, which was troubling. A man like him had to be connected somewhere, but they had yet to figure out to whom.

As they were reading through the files, two other men walked into the home, knocking on the door. They announced themselves as they walked in, as was their custom, and they walked to stand before Chad. Chad glared at both men and conveyed it in his speech.

“Matthew, James, why are you two here?? Are you not supposed to be watching Jason Bjornsson?!” he ground out.

“We were, but we had to make a quick exit this morning. Somehow, he spotted us and looked to walk over to us. I pulled something together quickly, berating James as though we were in the wrong neighbourhood to pick up a friend. We got in our car and left before he could make his way to us. From what we could see, after we circled around, it looked like he bought it,” Matthew said.

“He… spotted you? How??” Chad got out in surprise.

“I do not know. But our Watch over the man was not fruitless and we have something to report,” James said.

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Once Lena was back in her own apartment, doors locked, windows bolted, mechanical alarm armed and magical wards activated, she could finally relax a little. She sank down onto the bed, curling up into a fetal position as tears began to roll down her face.

She hated him, and more than that, she hated herself. It was so hard to deny him, though; she had loved him more than anyone else in the world once, and some of that feeling remained. She knew that she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t also desire him on a physical level. Her body still had the languorous heaviness that only came with a good, satisfying fuck, and that was something she hadn’t experienced in years, since Seth had left her.

Though Lena tried to maintain her anger, she couldn’t help but remember the good times with Seth. She had to admit that without him, she would probably be dead now. He had saved her life countless times, including the first time they had ever met.

It was almost 10 years ago. Lena had been 15, a sophomore in high school. Walking home from school, a tall, slender creature had appeared in front of her from seemingly out of the air. Its eyes had captured her immediately. Their colors swirled like the storm-ridden ocean – blue, green, gray, and silver fire that entranced her so deeply and completely that she did not notice the creature’s spidery hands or long, lipless mouth revealing wickedly pointed teeth.

She stepped toward it, welcoming its deathly kiss, and she would have been left a soulless husk had fate not intervened. The creature gave a scream, sharp and painfully shrill, as a crossbow bolt pierced its shoulder. The connection broken, Lena shrank back, running right into the young man behind her who had just saved her – Seth.

He pulled her along as they fled from the enraged incubus, urging her to run as fast as she could even as her lungs began to burn and her legs began to shake. Finally, they reached a church, and safety.

The incubus, impatient for a meal, did not linger once they reached their haven, and they were soon able to leave. Seth insisted on walking her home, and Lena, still in shock, was happy to let him.

It was a long walk, and they talked for most of it, getting to know one another. There was a connection between them that they both sensed and that had nothing to do with him saving her life. Despite knowing nothing about him, Lena trusted Seth completely; instinctively she felt an inner strength in him that she thought would not let her down.

Lena sighed bitterly, thinking about how young she was then, and how stupid. She had wanted to trust because there was no one else for her to look to. Her father had left when she was 6, leaving Lena, her mother, and her two younger siblings to fend for themselves. Her mother, gentle and helpless, had never held a job in her life. She had been the model housewife, cooking, cleaning, and popping out kids, but she knew nothing about how to hold down a job or manage what little money she brought in. Lena had started working odd jobs when she was only 10, doing whatever she could to help out, but their apartment was in one of the worst areas of town, their wards cheap and escort bayan sarıyer not terribly effective. Lena had always had to be strong and take care of her mother and her siblings, and it frightened her that her strength had failed. At the same time, she felt a thrill of happiness at the fact that someone else had been strong enough to save her.

Seth left her at the door, and she stood there a moment after he walked away, one hand to the lips he had just kissed as if to hold the sensation more closely to her. The next morning, he was there waiting to walk her to school. He was there the morning after that as well, and the one after that.

Seth told her a little of his past, although he didn’t tell her everything. He was 19, and his parents where both dead, killed by a pack of werewolves. He had been on his own since he was 16, when he had decided that he had seen enough death at the hands of the supernatural creatures that were now threatening to overwhelm humankind. He had found a teacher, a man who, like him, had lost more than his share to the beasts and wanted to take something back. Seth fought them, and he was good at it. Soon, Lena asked him to teach her how to fight beside him. He had agreed.

Lena, lying on her bed, thought about how that single decision had changed her life. With months of study and hours of physical training every day, she had become a hunter, someone who could find and kill the creatures that preyed on human beings. She and Seth had fought and killed together, and they had worked together with an exquisite precision that had saved both of their lives more than once.

In battle they were equal, or near to it; despite Seth’s years of experience, Lena’s physical strength and mental discipline made her a quick study. Emotionally and sexually, however, Seth ruled her absolutely. Her first lover, her only lover, he had shown both the strength and the vulnerability that her flesh held.

As Lena remembered their first time together, her breath caught, and she shivered slightly. It seemed strange that a memory 10 years old could still hold so much heat for her, but she supposed that every woman felt that way about their first experience.

An incubii, like the one that had attacked Lena on the day she met Seth, had attacked 3 children the day before, kids that Lena had babysat when she was younger. Incubii, soul suckers, used their kiss to drain a mortal of all desire to live. Even the most pleasurable sensations were agony to victims, and the incubii fed upon that suffering for as long as the victim lived, which was never long. Lena was horrified to hear about the children and determined to seek her revenge.

They had found the creature who was responsible, along with 4 others of its kind. It had been a close fight, too close – Seth had very nearly become a meal for one of the incubii. They staggered to his apartment, covered in gore, both of them shaken by the close call.

They didn’t speak; there were no words for the fear of death and joy for life that they felt at that moment. They undressed each other and showered together, removing the taint of escort azeri the demonic blood they had shed. His hands were firm on her body as he explored her breasts, roughly squeezing the small, tender globes to her growing moans. His hands slid down her waist, over her hips, between her legs where he found her wet and ready.

He pushed her against the shower wall, and though she cried out in pain as he entered her, he thrust forcefully, insistently. It had been painful at first, but it was a pain she had wanted; it reminded her that she was alive. The pleasure that had come after had seemed almost unbearable by contrast. As he felt her tight pussy loosen and grow slicker, heard her breath grow faster and felt her nails digging into his back, he had increased his tempo, slamming himself in and out of her.

When the orgasm had broken over her, her muscles had turned to jelly. He had carried her to his bed and laid her there, wet and naked, her limbs sprawled like those of a broken doll. His eyes had devoured her, and she had reveled in the naked longing in them. She owned him as totally as he owned her, she thought then.

They had spent the entire night exploring each other. When she grew sore from his rough fucking, he brought her with his mouth or his hands, knowing exactly how to tease her sensitive clit. He taught her how to please him just as well; he loved to see her on her knees in front of him, her mouth on his cock as his hand tangled in her mane of dark hair, her eyes rolled up to meet his as she fucked him with her mouth.

They had fallen into an exhausted sleep sometime near dawn. The next day, she had told him she was moving in with him. He had said nothing, simply driving her to her house to get her things and bringing her back.

It wasn’t long after that when she cut off contact with her family. She hadn’t wanted to, and she still kept a covert watch over them, but the creatures that prowled the darkness, the creatures she fought and killed, would have loved to have found them and made them pay for what Lena did. When Seth had told her that, she didn’t want to believe him, but when attacks in her old neighborhood began to occur more frequently, she knew that he was right. The beasts were looking for her family, and if she didn’t stay away from them, they would be found.

They had lived and fought and fucked together for 4 years. It was a precarious life, one that they both understood could be over at any moment, but Lena found joy in its very tenuousness. Each time she killed, she knew death and beat it back; each time they fucked, she embraced life, consumed by the sharp pleasure she found with Seth.

And then he had left. He hadn’t even said goodbye, just packed up his things while she was gone and left a note: “I’m leaving. Don’t try to find me.”

Lena had thought at first that it was some kind of trick, something one of the more cunning and vicious of the beasts had thought up to bring her pain, but after weeks of searching, she had to admit to herself that he had left, and that he had done it voluntarily.

Forcing thoughts of his desertion away, Lena got out escort bayan sefaköy of bed and walked toward the bathroom, shedding her clothing on the way. She needed a bath. She needed to be clean. Maybe if she got Seth’s scent off of her skin, she could get him out from underneath it too.

She ran herself a bath, feeling grateful, as she always did, for the large, claw-footed tub that had come with the apartment. She threw in a handful of sweet-smelling sea salts and sank down into the fragrant, steaming tub.

Though she tried to keep from thinking about the previous night, the bruises on her body were a constant reminder of her battle with the wolves, and the sex that had followed – a battle in itself, and one that had left plenty of marks. Her wrists, her breasts, and her thighs all bore his marks, and the loathing and lust that she had felt swirled up inside her once more.

Of their own volition – so she told herself – her hands slid over her breasts, twisting her nipples and sending sparks of pleasure down her body. As her fingers moved lower, she remembered another hand, one with long, strong fingers that knew just how she liked to be touched.

She sank deeper into something that was both memory and fantasy as she stroked her pussy. She started off slow, fingering herself and circling a finger around her clit teasingly, then moving faster and applying more pressure, then slowing again as she neared orgasm. It was so much sweeter, she found, when she delayed that release, holding onto the sweet tension as long as she could.

Forgetting all thoughts of anger, all thoughts of betrayal, she thought only of having Seth on top her, inside her again, overwhelming her with his speed and strength until she was helpless before him. The violent pleasure of their recent encounter was everything they had ever had before, and more; it had been made so much stronger by the years that they had spent apart.

As she came, she cried out his name, her voice helpless and soft.

“Hello, Lena,” he responded, leaning against the door.

Lena shrieked, shooting to her feet and slopping water onto the bathroom floor.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

“I picked the lock,” Seth replied wryly. “And your alarm isn’t great, it’s got an override code that isn’t hard to find. Your wards are pretty good though, although you need to have the one above the door replaced. All I have to do is knock it off its ledge and system goes down.”

His eyes roamed her body as he spoke, and it held the hunger that it had always held for her. As he took a step toward her, however, she stepped backwards out of the tub, wrapping herself in thick white towel.

“Get out,” she said, quietly and firmly. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Seth smirked at her in his infuriating manner. “You don’t? So last night was nothing? And that little scene just now also meant nothing?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding more firm than she felt.

As he took another step toward her, she bent down beside the bath tub. When she straightened, she had a gun in her hand. “This is your last warning, Seth. I loved you and trusted you, and you fucked me over. Despite what happened last night, which I fought you on every step of the way, if you recall, I don’t want you back. I don’t need to go through that again.” She pointed the gun levelly at his chest. “Get out. Now.”

Seth’s expression didn’t change as he backed out the bathroom door. “Be seeing you,” she heard him call as the front door clicked closed.

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“Good morning Mr. Phillips, this is your eight o’clock wakeup fuck,” said a beautiful face, framed by a deep red mane of long, silken hair, going in and out of focus. It took him a few blink-filled seconds to figure out it was doing so because its owner was riding his rock-hard cock while leaning over him, propped up on her arms. How she had gotten him rock-hard and mounted without waking him up was an interesting question… or probably not. She was a sex Genie, after all.

“Thank you, Miss Holiday. Might I say that you are as stunningly beautiful as ever this morning?” She beamed at him…and kept slamming down on his shaft. He reached up to fondle his most favorite pair of breasts in the entire world until he and Jennifer had a lovely synchronized cum several long crotch-slapping moments later. Having your very own sex Genie certainly had its advantages.

They grabbed a shower, dressed, ate a quick breakfast, gathered the presentation equipment and headed out the door toward Forbidden Indulgences. Jack decided to forgo the blow job this time, so the trip wasn’t quite as interesting as the previous one, although Jack enjoyed the time spent chatting with Jennifer almost as much.

They arrived a few minutes before ten, Jennifer having going invisible a block away. The same cute receptionist showed Jack into a small meeting room. This time he took the opportunity to check out her tote board, and saw that she seemed to be both experienced and inexperienced at the same time.

She likes the toys,Genie said before he had a chance to ask.It takes her awhile to orgasm, and she has found the toys give much more consistent gratification than the couple of inexperienced guys she has been with. Plus, working here, she gets to try them all.

Ah.Jack found the mental picture of the cute girl putting something like the Pussy Pounder through its paces an arousing one, and had to quickly think of something else lest he embarrass himself.

“Nick asked if you could go ahead and set up. He and the others will be here in a few minutes.”

“Sure. Thanks.”

The girl gave him a friendly smile as she left the room. Jack was surprised to see that her attraction to him had risen to an interesting level. Perhaps she hadn’t completely given up on the real thing, after all.

Just as Jack finished hooking up his laptop and small AV projector, Nick entered the room with Ms. White and another woman, a quite pretty one, in tow. Jack figure this must be the vice president Nick mentioned last time. He tried not to stare at her as Nick made the introductions, but it was a challenge.

“Welcome back, Jack! You’ve met Alice. This is Susan Cooper, our VP in charge of purchasing.”

Susan extended her hand and shook Jack’s with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you,” she said in a cool, impersonal business voice.

“Likewise,” Jack replied.

“Welcome back, Jack!” Alice said, smiling and raising a currently dildo-free hand at him in greeting.

He grinned back. “Good to see you again, Alice.”

They exchanged a bit more small talk, and then Nick said, “Well, it looks like you are all set up. We’ll take a seat, and the stage is yours.”

Once they were seated around the end of the conference table opposite from the blank white wall serving as the projection screen, Jack began. “At our last meeting, Nick, you gave me the following goals that you want to see met for your website; it should be tasteful yet titillating, to interest a larger, more mainstream market; you want it to show off the products in the best light without being too tawdry or trashy; you want the site to provide plenty of explicit information about your product if the potential buyer wishes it, while still keeping it secure from minors etc.; and you want your purchase transactions to be fast and secure. I have also thrown in one more idea I had, which I will get to as we go.”

Jack brought up the first demo home page. Its background was black with tasteful yet modern text, and it prominently displayed FI’s new logo at the top. “This is the first page someone would see when they navigate to your website. It is primarily the usual disclaimer stating that the site contains adult material etcetera, and says to only click ‘continue’ if the visitor is eighteen and it is legal for him or her to view such sites. This page also has keywords embedded in it to alert child protection software to not allow entry.”

“What does that mean?” Alice interrupted.

“There are several software packages parents can install on their personal computers which look for keywords and other clues from websites indicating that said sites might be adult oriented. Many of those software packages also have lists of sites which are known to be adult oriented. Either way, they block access to those websites unless the parent’s password is entered. It helps if the website is actually registered with those software companies to make sure the site is on their lists. Do you know if yours is, by the way?”

The three looked escort bayan beykent blankly at each other. Finally Nick said, “I would have to say probably not.”

That’s no problem. I can help you with that.” He went back to his presentation. “Now, once the visitor clicks through the first page, they arrive at your main homepage.” Jack clicked through, and then went on to explain what he had done and his ideas about organizing the site. He paused and looked at them to gauge their initial reactions. Nick and Alice were nodding their heads in approval. Susan was expressionless.

“Ok, from here we have a couple of different options. For now, when I click on a product,” he clicked on the Buzzy Buggie, “I get a picture of it and a fairly complete description, but everything is pretty much PG. No dirty words, any explicit box art is blurred a bit, etcetera. To get to anything beyond that, I currently have this site set up to require proof of age. That can be done by going ahead and setting up a purchasing account on the site with a credit card – they wouldn’t be charged until they bought something, and there would be the standard guarantees that their information will be kept secure – or with an account from one of the age verification sites.”

Alice raised her hand. “I’m sorry to interrupt again, but what is that?”

Jack smiled at her. “That’s ok, Alice. Ask as many questions you like. Age verification sites are websites that you go to and provide enough information to prove that you are over, usually, 18. Once you have provided that information and proved your age, you can use the login ID that they provide to log in to any adult related site which recognizes their system. Make sense?”

Alice smiled and nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Ok, so once age has been verified,” he clicked a button labeled ‘I am 18 or over’, “in this case by entering my age verification ID, I can get more information on the product.” He went back to the same Buzzy Buggie page again. “As you can see, the full product art is available unaltered, the description includes more explicit information, and I even have a sample photo of the product being worn correctly.”

It was Susan’s turn to interrupt. “That looks like the rest of your photos. Did you take that yourself?”

“Yes, ma’am, I…”

“And how do you know that is the correct way to wear it?”

“Because I have the most highly qualified sex expert in the world telling me so,” is what Jack wanted to say, but actually said, “I don’t. My associate simply said that this was where it, um, ‘felt best’. Please remember, Ms. Cooper, that this is only a demo. If you like the idea, then photographs could be taken with the confirmed correct position and usage of your products.” Jack was starting to get a bad feeling about Susan Cooper. He turned to Nick.

“Oh, and I will need to pay you for the items I ‘borrowed’, Nick. They aren’t really returnable anymore.”

Nick smiled and waved him off. “Don’t worry about that!” His eyes returned to the provocative photo on the screen. “I hope your ‘associate’ enjoys them.”

Jack gave a lopsided grin. “Well, that kind of brings up my idea I mentioned earlier. I took this one step further.” Jack brought up an identical looking page for the Buggie. “This looks the same as the last one, but if I click the photo…” he clicked it, and it changed to a video clip. The clip showed the Buggie being strapped on, while a woman’s voice explained briefly how to wear it, use it, and what to expect from it. The last couple of seconds showed the woman’s thumb turning the Buggie’s control up to full, and a loud buzz began.

“Again,” Jack said quickly to forestall any additional objection by Ms. Cooper, “this is just a demo, but I thought this might help sell your products to your customers, provide a little extra titillation to qualified visitors, and perhaps even reduce your returns, if potential buyers could see what they were buying in action ahead of time, and knew what to expect from it.” He said this last while looking at Alice. She narrowed her eyes at him for a second, and then they looked away and lost their focus in thought.

Nick said, “That is very impressive Jack. What else do we need to know?”

“Just the boring stuff. I have a very efficient and secure transaction package to use for all the purchases. I can show you a dummy purchase page if you like.”

“That isn’t necessary at the moment, although I would like to know how long a transaction takes. Our current system is pretty slow.”

“The customer will usually see the result of the transaction, i.e. confirmed or declined, within three to five seconds of pressing the purchase button, assuming they are dialed in with at least a 56K modem, or have fast internet access.”

Nick nodded his head. “That’s pretty quick.”

Jack continued, “Otherwise, I have this site designed with some different background colors, type faces, design elements, escort özbek etcetera, although the layout is basically the same, and all the photos still have a black background. The photo background could change, of course, to match whatever site backgroundyou went with. Would you like to see those?”

“Sure.”

Jack briefly presented the other sites, and then said. “I think that covers everything.”

“Very, very impressive, Jack. Now, I am sure you have some bad news in the form of a quote?”

“Yes, sir.” Jack steeled himself and gave the figure. Nick’s eyebrows went up, Alice said “Wow!”, and Ms. Cooper looked offended. Jack held up his hand.

“Please, let me outline what that quote includes before you respond. It includes the design and hosting of the website, of course. It also includes all of the product photography. I am qualified to do that myself.” With the type of photography they would be doing, Genie had assured him he could be as qualified as he wanted to be. “It also includes the voice and the body of my assistant from the neck down for any photo and video shoots. Thus you are getting your web site design and hosting, photography and modeling all rolled into one, unless you wanted more than one model, or a different one, of course. It also includes maintenance for the site for six months.” Jack paused, and then asked. “May I ask the status of your upcoming catalog?”

Nick frowned in though as he changed gears to consider Jack’s question. “The layout company tells me the final draft is on its way to us for approval before being sent to the printers.”

“Ok, then I will also offer this in that quote; I will take the product photography at high enough quality for print, and once everything is photographed I will lay out a catalog that matches the style of the website. The only bad thing that would mean is delaying your catalog mailing for a few weeks.”

“Why would we do that when we have already paid the other company to do it?” Ms. Cooper asked.

Jack shrugged. “I will include it in the quote, so it doesn’t cost you anything more, and as I say, it would match the style of your website. It could include some of the same extra product information as the website to hopefully increase sales, and,” Jack narrowed his eyes in thought for a second, “while I have not seen your current catalog layout as compared to the sample of the last one Nick gave me, I noticed in that last one that there was a lot of wasted space on many of the pages. So, although I can’t guarantee it, even with adding that extra product info, I think I could lay the catalog out more efficiently and save you some printing costs.”

Jack pulled a sheet of paper from his case and handed it to Nick. “Here’s the printed version with everything I just outlined, except for the print catalog. I can add that. It also includes the figures for ongoing maintenance fees after the initial six months are up. Oh, and it assumes that all photography would take place here. Do you have a spot for that?”

“Yes, we have a little makeshift studio in the back where our other photographers come to shoot product updates and the like. It has pretty good lighting equipment, I understand, but no photo equipment itself.”

“That’s fine. I can provide my own for that.” Or perhaps Jennifer could, with the proper wish.

“Very, well, Jack. Can you excuse us a few minutes to discuss this a bit? If we can make a decision now, we will, I don’t like to draw these things out. If not, I’ll let you go for now and call you later.”

“Of course. Do you want me to leave the room?”

“Oh, no, you relax right here. We’ll go to my office.”

They rose and moved toward the door, giving Jack his first opportunity to really look at Ms. Cooper. Her heritage was difficult to determine; perhaps Latin, perhaps Native American, perhaps Polynesian, or most likely, some combination. Whatever it was, it had given her a beautiful countenance with a deep-tan complexion, rich brown eyes, and long, glistening black hair. Although Jack suspected that the rest of her was just as attractive, he could not tell for sure due to her loose blouse and long skirt.

Like her? Genie asked.

What’s not to like, at least from what I can see?

Well, for one, she’s a hermaphrodite.

She’s a WHAT?!

A hermaphrodite. Someone who has both make and female…

I know what it means! But… I mean…well, ok, tell me what it means in this case.

In this case it means she has a penis where her clitoris would normally be.

O…kay. What else?

That’s it. Everything else is normal.

So, is she, well, I don’t even know the right word in this case. Does she like guys or girls?

Well, predominantly guys, although it’s most accurate to say she is bisexual, or at least ‘bi-curious’. She desires normal sex with guys, and wants a relationship with one, although she also fantasizes about having sex with women, and receiving oral sex escort bayan yenibosna from them.

That’s… interesting.

Any more interesting than you being my only guy, but my still looking forward to that harem you promised me?

Well, you have a point, I suppose, but still… do you just attract this crap or what?

No! Genie said defensively.You’ve been surrounded by people with ‘interesting’ sexual orientations all your life. You simply weren’t aware of it. You are now able to peek at the real person beneath their protective surface veneer. With her situation, it makes perfect sense that she is here.

What do you mean?

As you might imagine, someone in her situation can have some challenges in relationships. When she was young she felt she had to hide her condition lest she be ridiculed. In college, she finally though she had found a nice guy who would understand her and accept her as she was. When she told him, he WAS a nice guy, and tried to let her down as easy as he could while telling her that he just couldn’t handle it. This pretty much confirmed to her that she was a freak who no one would ever want to be with. And that brought her here. It is a place where she can try to find some private gratification.

And has she?

Physically, a little.

So, is this why she is so… chilly, or does she just not like me personally?

A bit of both, except that it isn’t exactly personal.

Huh?

It’s kind of complicated. She finds you very attractive, but is sure that just like every other guy, you would find her disgusting, so you are a personification of her frustration. Plus she is sure that you and your “assistant with the lovely torso” are “fucking like bunnies,” which she feels is another slap in the face.

I see. And is this going to cause a problem business-wise.

Well, she’s professional enough to try to resist letting anything personal interfere, but isn’t completely successful. She is actually impressed by the work you have done, bit is playing a bit of devil’s advocate. Luckily, the other two are all for it. Plus, while they don’t know the cause, they have come to recognize her moods and read through them somewhat, and they figure she’ll come around. Ah, they are returning.

A moment later the three entered the room. Nick and Alice at least were all smiles. “Jack, I think we have a deal. We had considered getting a couple more quotes, but after doing some quick figuring on what we will save on modeling and photography, you are offering us quite a deal. We have two requests, though. The first is, we are loathe to waste what we have already spent on the upcoming catalog, even if it does mean it will not match the website for a few months. Can we take you up on the offer of a free catalog design for the next one in three months?”

Jack didn’t really need to consider this, as he had halfway expected it. It would actually spread the work out and not rush him to put both the website and catalog out as quickly as possible, so he said, “Sure, we can do that.”

“Great! And the second is, would it be possible to split this payment up over the six months the quote covers?”

“Um, that should be fine, but I will need the first payment before the website is posted, plus the contract signed and notarized, of course. And the contents of the website would not be yours to use as you see fit until after everything is paid.”

“That should be no problem. Where do we go from here?”

“Well, I have a couple of questions for you, and then I will need to write up a contract for everyone to sign.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“It will probably be most convenient for me to work from here several days a week, at least while we do the photography. Do you have a spot where I can work with a desk and fairly fast internet access?”

“I think we can accommodate you there. What else?”

“Well, assuming you actually want to post them, I have anticipated that you would want the instructional video clips for just your newest, most popular products, plus ones that need the most explanation. The quote includes server space and bandwidth for what I expect to be roughly a third of your products. If you want more clips, or demand for them is higher than expected, then either we can discuss removing some other clips that aren’t being viewed, or increasing your storage and bandwidth to handle the extra load. Does that make sense?”

“Sort of. What you are saying is that the quote includes putting videos up for about a third of our products, and if we want more, that will be an extra charge?”

“Yes and no. The storage space for the video clips isn’t really a problem. It’s the data bandwidth used when sending each video clip from the server to the individual viewers, most likely many users at once during peak times. My internet provider allows only so much bandwidth usage per month at the current price. If bandwidth exceeds that amount, then they charge me more. So, if that occurs, we will either need to reduce the bandwidth load, or continue as-is while I pass along the extra charge for more bandwidth to you. On the other hand, if the bandwidth use is less than I expect it to be, we can even add clips at the same price. Actually, you probablywant to pay for more bandwidth, because hopefully that means more people are visiting your site and buying your product.”

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