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This is part 2 of the story of how I, Alicia Worsley, became a lesbian and fell in love. It’s a shortened version of my autobiographical ‘roman á clef’ novel “Over Heels” (Kindle and Paperback)

2. What I’m Looking For.

Lesbianism. Love between women. It is a heady concept for someone like me, who has been deeply immersed in my own female sexuality for many years but, strange as it may seem, I never identified as a lesbian until very recently. For a number of years, it has been enough for me to love my own body and, if you have read the first chapter of this story you might almost understand why I never felt the need for another woman in my life but, recently, as my erotic imagination developed, I found myself watching more lesbian porn and wondering. There’s no doubt that I love pussy but, up to this point, I had been getting plenty of fulfilment from my own. It was inevitable that I would eventually become curious about what it would be like to taste another woman though. The thought of it eventually became irresistible. It was definitely time to explore.

The thing that made the idea an imperative was the realisation that, despite all my years of pussy-love, I had never actually licked pussy. I had made passionate love to my own pussy, drunk my juice, sucked my fingers and various toys and pieces of fruit with my cream on them, but I had never actually touched cunt flesh with my tongue as my own was tantalisingly out of reach. Now that I thought about it though, I loved the idea. I had always loved the feel of my wet pussy flesh on my fingers, and I had often fantasised about what that hot wet flesh would feel like on my tongue, and my lips. The fantasy always involved me somehow being both giver and receiver. I was licking my own pussy. I was sitting on my own face. Obviously, that was impossible, but the next best thing was to have another woman doing it to me.

I didn’t want a conventional lesbian girlfriend though; this would have to be entirely on my terms. I wanted my lesbian playmate to be completely subservient to me. Not in a dominatrix kind of way; there’d be no whips, chains, or thigh-length leather boots, but I would have to be in charge. One of the most enjoyable things about my long wanking sessions is that I am in control of what happens. Any lesbian tryst would have to be exactly like that, so I would be a kind of dominatrix. I didn’t want to present myself in that way though; I would be dominant, but not domineering. I reasoned that there must be lesbians out there who would love to have sex with me in a subservient role, but where could I find such a perfect Sapphic partner? I obviously couldn’t find her – if she even existed – by picking someone up in a bar. I realised I would have to advertise.

I began looking at various lesbian dating sites – exciting in itself – but they were mostly focussed on finding long-term relationships, whereas I just wanted casual sex, with no strings. Suffice to say, I eventually found one that seemed to fit the bill and I began to think about composing an advert, which was daunting and exciting at the same time. As I said, I didn’t want to project myself as a domme, but I would have to make it clear that i would be the dominant partner in any sexual encounter. I had no idea how much I would later come to love being dominated myself by a sexy woman.

The advert I posted, after about a hundred revisions, went like this:

‘Tall, sexy, full-breasted thirty-something brunette, 36FF/26/37. Looking for a lesbian experience. This will be my first time ever with another woman, but I am open-minded and eager to try. You will hopefully be similar, but will be the subservient partner. I am not quite a dominatrix, but I have to be in charge. My place only.’

I uploaded my profile to two sites in the end, and I was surprised that one of them rejected my photo! In the interests of a degree of anonymity, I didn’t show my face. The picture was an alluring close up of my cleavage in a lacy body-stocking. There was no nudity, and no nipples, but it did show the curve of my breasts through the sheer material. I thought it was quite erotic, yet tasteful, but it wasn’t accepted, presumably because it somehow contravened the ‘no nudity’ rule in the mind of some administrator. Needless to say, I immediately deleted my profile from that site.

The other site had no such prudish issues and I was amazed to get three responses in the first 24-hours. I was tempted by one of them, but then I spotted someone else’s advert. Her profile picture just showed her shapely crossed legs in a pair of white stockings. Very nice, but it was what she wrote that really hooked me:

Sexy, busty brunette, 33yrs, 5’9″, 38D/26/37. I am looking for my first ever lesbian sex partner. Yes, I am inexperienced, but very adventurous and willing. You will not be disappointed. I would like to meet someone physically similar, but sexually strong. For the first time, I want to be guided. konya escort Teach me the joy of lesbian love. Your place or mine.’

I was stunned. Apart from being rather better-written than my ad, it was so similar, and so perfect, I could hardly believe it, especially when I found she lived only about an hour’s drive from me, and I wasted no time in writing and telling her. She replied almost instantly, saying she was also blown away when she looked at my profile. We exchanged more photos, quite saucy ones, and it was obvious we were getting each other excited. She said I looked ‘tasty’, I told her she was gorgeous. And she was. I hadn’t dared to hope for a body double, but she was not far off. Her pics made my pants wet and that was good enough for me. Her name was Suzanna, ‘but’ she said ‘every one calls me Suzy’.

She asked if I wanted to make a date (she was pushy for a sub) and I said yes of course, ‘come now’ and she replied ‘LOL, give me a chance, I’m almost there’. Gorgeous, sexy, funny and submissive. I had really landed on my feet here!

We arranged to meet for a coffee in a neutral location, before we rushed headlong into full-on sex and as soon as we sat down together I knew we were going to rush headlong into full-on sex! Neither of us had dressed particularly sexily for this coffee date, but a sexy woman – a really sexy woman – doesn’t need to. Her sexuality shines through, whatever she is wearing. Put her in some lingerie and that sexuality becomes explosive. I could see we were both like that.

Her figure was in some ways similar to mine; tall, curvacious, and more than averagely busty, but it was also different. Even under her loose clothing her body seemed somehow softer, her breasts more rounded and, even though her waist and hips measurements were identical to mine, in the flesh she definitely looked a touch more ‘hippy’. Her face was quite round, with full lips and deep, deep brown eyes, and her hair was chestnut, with a slight wave, and about bra-strap length, whereas mine is a very dark brown, almost black, with curly ringlets that extend a few inches below my bra strap, and therefore my breasts when I lean forward. We were definitely a sexy pair and I noticed the waiter was all smiles and that we were geting quite a lot of male attention as we sat there chatting. Dream on boys.

We were quite obviously very attracted to each other, and we excitedly arranged for her to come to my place the very next day, which was, happily, a Saturday. I could hardly wait, but I felt the need to tell her, as a final word of warning, that I was sexually confident, to the point of narcissism, and to my surprise she replied ‘Ooh, how exciting’ and shot me a wicked little smile and a wink. I decided that this lesbian experiment could well exceed my wildest dreams.

We had arranged a time in the early afternoon, and I spent the morning getting ready; having a shower, trimming my pubes (very slightly), and putting on some pink nail varnish and make up. I always enjoy the getting ready, even if it’s ‘only’ for a wank. There’s a thrum of sexual energy and a pleasant feeling of anticipation. I find it very luxurious. I pondered on how much to wear and in the end decided I would put on some black stockings and suspenders and some high-heels, but then just cover them with my favourite black silk dressing gown. It would be exciting to meet her almost naked.

The doorbell rang, and I went to let her in. As well as the sexy undies and my hardly-covered cleavage, I had slightly exaggerated my make-up to create a more vampish look. Well, it’s important to get straight into character, I feel. She was obviously quite stunned by this – she hadn’t seen me looking like this, and her eyes lit up as she took it in.

‘Helloo sexy lady’ she said as she stepped inside. She then similarly stunned me by taking off her coat to reveal a figure-hugging white dress, which clung to every curve of her body and left very little to the imagination. A complete contrast to what she wore for our coffee date. Even the bumps of her nipples were obvious through the fabric. Or maybe that was just a sign of how much my overtly sexy look had turned her on! She obviously liked white as much as I like black because she also had white stockings on – perhaps the same ones I’d seen on her profile picture.

We didn’t waste any time with small-talk (I think we were both as horny as hell) and I took her into the living room and told her to get comfortable while I put on a show for her. I had already told her about my predilection for masturbation and she had said ‘a woman wanking is a very sexy thing’. She would soon see just how true those words are.

She, by her own admission, was not very ‘tech-savvy’, so the camera, which I had set up on its tripod in the living room, was intriguing to her. She had not yet experienced the massive HD close up, but she was about to (along with a real close up!). I konya escort bayan told her to take off her dress and her bra and knickers, which she did, very slowly, revealing her body to me inch by inch. Her breasts were mouth-watering; less pert than mine, but somehow fuller. Her areolas were bigger, but her nipples slighly less prominent. I almost held my breath as she began to push her silk pants down over her hips, uncovering her pussy, with its covering of curly hair. I was relieved that, like me, she had kept her pubes. I would have been disappointed to find she had a shaven puss.

‘Wow’ I said, ‘you have a gorgeous body Suzy. You have certainly got me wet. ‘Do you want to see? She nodded and gulped a little. I told her to sit on the sofa and said it was fine if she masturbated while she was watching me – I don’t go in for any of that denial crap. I dropped my dressing gown, and she mouthed ‘wow’ as my body was revealed. I was loving this; the sexual tension of having her here in my living room, and the exhibitionism of putting on a show for her.

I turned on the TV then stood in front of the camera, which was slightly to one side of the screen, with my back to Suzy, who was sitting on the sofa gently stroking her pubes. I wiggled my hips a little and tossed my hair in a sexy way, then I turned on the camera and POW, an image of my pussy suddenly filled the 42-inch TV screen. Before the shock of that had passed, I slowly parted my outer lips with my fingers, revealing my dripping inner lips and engorged clit in giant crystal-clear HD. Suzy threw her head back and groaned.

‘Ohhh, that is so fucking horny’.

I rubbed a finger over and over my clit so that I was soaking wet, and she did the same, and then I sassily said ‘You wanna real close up?’ and she swallowed and nodded furiously, her eyes bright with lust.

I stepped up onto the sofa and straddled her with my legs wide apart, slowly rocking my hips from side to side. I gave her a moment to savour looking up at me like that, then I bent my knees slightly until I was supported by the sofa’s backrest, bringing my cunt very close to her face – so close she had to go cross-eyed slightly to focus on it. We were both wanking furiously, and she brought her other hand up to press it against one of my bum cheeks, as if to pull me to her but I resisted, briefly, then pushed my pussy forward and moved my hips from side to side, just lightly brushing her face with my pubes and my wet lips. ‘Oohhh, fuuckk’ she groaned. She had a very sexy groan, very throaty, almost croaky, and I was going to hear a lot of it!

It was SO fucking horny standing over her like this, rubbing my clit, flaunting myself. What sexy woman with lesbian tendencies hasn’t fantasised about using her pussy to fuck a pretty face? Her quick shallow breathing and the rapid movement of her hand in her pussy told me she was finding it hot as well. Soon, my cream started to drip. I was looking down, watching very closely as a dribble of my juice trickled down her cheek and between her lips, and her body jolted with the momentary shock of it. There was much more to come. My first orgasm was building and as more and more milky juice began to dribble down over her mouth, she looked up at me with the sexiest expression of rapture while licking her lips erotically. That pushed me over the edge and I screamed as an intense climax tore through me. A gush of white juice spurted out over her face and her hand was a blur as she went ‘ah, ah, ah’ and then climaxed, pulling me down with her free arm until my pulsing cunt was hard down on her face, as if she wanted to drown in my pussy.

I must admit to a pang of jealousy here. For years, I had had wet dreams about eating my own pussy but it was something I’d never get to do. Yet here was Suzy, enjoying what would have been heaven for me, while I still hadn’t yet experienced cunt flesh on my tongue. I told her this when we had got our breath back and we were sitting side by side on the sofa, with a damp towel thrown to the side of the room. And she said ‘Well, I can give you something just as good – my pussy.’ Just as good? Wow that was a big claim, but I kept an open mind.

During our little breather, we discussed lesbian porn, which she said was something she was really into and we discovered just how compatible we were; not into shaved pussies, not into flat chests, not into the arse thing, or the foot thing, not particularly in need of penetration. ‘All the magic happens at the entrance’ as she put it. She said what we had just done would have made a ‘Fucking red hot lesbian porno’.

‘Ooh yes’, I said, ‘we could make one sometime’ and indicated the camera.

‘Wow, yes I suppose we could. How horny would that be?’ she said, her eyes wide.

‘I actually have loads upstairs that I have made’, I said. ‘They are all of me wanking, but I don’t think you’d get bored watching them. It would just be a matter escort konya of how many orgasms you’d have. What is your favourite kind of lesbo scene?’ I asked.

‘Oh, I love to see close up pussy eating, from every angle imaginable. The more detailed the better. I also like squirt showers and I’m even turned on by some golden shower scenes, but I’m not sure I’d like it in reality’. Jeez. Golden showers? She was well-kinky.

‘I know I’m supposed to be the dominant one here Suzy’ I said, ‘but I’d love to experience what it was like to be pussy-dominated like you just were.

‘Well, I said I wanted to be guided’ she replied, ‘but telling me that probably counts. I can certainly play the domme sometimes, if you like?’

I leaned back excitedly on the couch and said ‘Yes please’.

Suzy gave me a sassy look and said. ‘This will be your first time eating pussy, hm?’ I nodded. ‘In that case, I will try to make it extra special for you babe… I think it will be – I’m already fucking dripping wet!’. Suzy’s stocking-clad legs were shaking slightly as she stepped up onto the sofa, and I lay there trembling with anticipation – this was so exciting! She stood astride me and slipped her two middle fingers up her wet pussy and began to pump them in and out in a slow sensual way. I could see her creamy white juice coating her fingers each time they came out and I longed to taste it.

When she was so wet her cream was actually dripping, she crouched slightly, as I had done, so that her pussy was inches from my face, then she eased her outer lips apart, whispering ‘Fuck, this is horny’. I gazed in rapture at her gorgeous folds. Her puss was different to mine; her outer lips were more plump, her pubes softer, and the flesh within, a paler shade of pink. It was beautiful.

This was the first time I had been so close to another woman’s pussy and I was almost overcome with lust and passion. I could smell her sex and feel the heat of her. She rubbed her clit slowly, sensuously and then lowered herself even further so that her pubes were virtually tickling my nose, bringing her hot cunt lips right down onto to my slightly open mouth. This was it. My first time eating pussy.

Suzy moaned involuntarily as I just gently kissed her clit. Her musky juice coated my lips and trickled down my cheeks as I moved my head and gently rubbed my hungry mouth over her flesh. She was intoxicating. So hot. So wet. The taste and smell of her made me dizzy with desire; it was the horniest thing I had ever experienced. I put out my tongue and gently slipped it between her lips, paused, then pushed it fully into her vagina. Oh My God. She tasted divine. I can’t describe the sensations that went through my body as I tasted her exquisite sex. My own pussy was oozing uncontrollably as I strained to extend my tongue as far as I could into her vagina, and her juices quickly filled my mouth. She put both hands on the back of my head, and thrust her hips forward, forcing me to drink it, and I did so gratefully. It was quite simply orgasmic. I was submerged in a sea of feminine sex and I was drowning happily.

Sitting there on the couch, with her standing over me, I was in ecstasy. ‘Fuck my face, Suzy’, I said thickly, and she began to rhythmically thrust her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her vulva up and down over my mouth and nose, and occasionally right up to my forehead. My entire face was coated in her love liquid, and it kept coming, the surplus trickling down my neck and dripping off my earrings. Bathed in woman-sex. A delicious feeling.

I was in no hurry for this to end, and she just kept on fucking me, occasionally going ‘ah, ah, ah’ as multiple orgasms swept through her. I soon learned that each ‘ah, ah, ah’, was a precursor to another milky spurt flooding my face, and I seemed to be gulping down a huge quantity of her juice. And I thought I was a wet woman! Eventually, she let out a huge scream and her pussy spasmed again and again on my face as a massive climax claimed her. She fell sideways onto the sofa, panting heavily and saying ‘Oh my God, oh my God’ about a dozen times.

Eventually, she collected herself and said ‘Alicia, darling, thank you, I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had’, and I threw myself on top of her to cuddle her affectionately. We lay there, entwined in our slick, juicy mess for quite some time before we realised evening was coming on. Where did the time go? We were both hungry and a bit chilly by now and so we cleaned up our impressive sex-mess, had a shower together, and I bunged a couple of pizzas in the oven. Then we sat on the sofa and talked about our afternoon. We were both a bit breathless and starry-eyed about it and Suzy said she wanted to thank me for ‘the best fuck ever’.

‘Jeez honey’ I said, ‘you don’t need to thank me – you were fantastic!’ and i leaned forward for a kiss. Our first proper kiss, surprisingly – earlier we’d been a bit pussy-obsessed. It was a slow, lingering, emotional, kiss and I felt the stirring of feelings for her other than lust. She was gorgeous.

After we’d eaten, I took her up to bed, and we fell asleep, kissing and cuddling like a couple of newlyweds. I knew by now, this was no one-off. There was going to be much more sex with Suzy.

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It has been a whirlwind few weeks. A few weeks ago I was only fucking Andrew in my head. But since Andrew and mine’s first sexual encounter in the alley behind the restaurant that has all changed. What was once only in my dreams, has now been played out in real life many times.

Besides the amazing sex, Andrew makes me feel special, beautiful, and wanted like I have never felt before. I come from a great family, whom loves me very much. But they have to love me and tell me that I am beautiful. Andrew chooses to! He makes sure that I know that I am the only girl for him.

Andrew and I spend as much time as we can together. We sleep over most nights at each other’s apartments. Actually he is over here at my place right now. He is still asleep in my bed. We had a long and busy night at the restaurant. We skipped going out afterwards with the others like we do. We have also managed to keep our romance quiet at work and with our friends and family. I was not planning on having a relationship with anyone I work with. I want to be sure this is going to work and I am not sure how this will affect my authority as head chef and just want to be careful until we are ready for everyone to know.

It is eight in the morning and I am making his favorite breakfast from his childhood, only with a twist. Including hummingbird pancakes (made with bananas, pineapples and pecans, topped with whip cream), and sausage links. I have coffee brewing. All the smells from breakfast are mixing in the air making it smell so good in here!

I am wearing nothing but his t-shirt and my glasses of course. My hair is a mess from our fucking the night before, but I tried to use my fingers to somewhat tame it.

I have my favorite band, “The Civil Wars,” playing on my iPod. One of my favorite songs of theirs, “Poison and Wine,” is filling the kitchen. I am swaying back and forth getting lost in the heart wrenching lyrics of a troubled couple. “You only know what I want you to know. I know everything you don’t want me to. Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine. You think your dreams are the same as mine……Oh I don’t love you, but I always will. Oh I don’t love you, but I always will….”

“What more could a man ask for first thing in the morning?” Andrew says, startling me. “Breakfast, coffee, and a sexy girl in my t-shirt” then whistles at me.

I turn around to see Andrew standing in the kitchen doorway wearing his black and grey lounge pants with a devious look on his face. His eyes were glowing like fire, filled with lust. His soft, delightful lips slightly parted, ready to be ravished. I can see his happy trail leading to a delicious place that I have come to know very well. My mouth went dry at the divine sight of him.

“Is it ready? Man I am famished.” He says with a devilish smile on his face. He knows good and well what I am hungry for now and it isn’t food. But two can play that game.

“If you are talking about breakfast, then yes it is.” I say turning on my heel and begin making our plates and cups of coffee. “Did you sleep well? I know I did, I always sleep better when you are in my bed. Especially right after great sex!”

“You do? You must have slept very well last night then.” He says with a wink and a crooked smile. Man I love his mouth and the things he does with it.

I walk over to the kitchen island where Andrew is sitting and sit down our coffee, then our plates of pancakes and sausage. As I sat down I made sure to touch him with my ass lightly. “As a matter of fact I did sleep very well last night, thank you very much. Now eat up my hungry man!”

We sit next to each other lightly touching each other every once in a while. I took my finger and dragged it across the whip cream topping on my pancakes and slowly licked it off my finger, watching him the whole time. I could see him shift and knew I was getting to him. However Andrew was trying to hide it. I picked up one of my sausage links and began sucking the juices off of it. I was enjoying every tantalizing moment of teasing him. This went on for a few more minutes, until Andrew couldn’t take it any longer.

Andrew stood up and turned me around in my stool so he is standing between my legs and staring deep into my eyes. I could see he was very turned on. His erection was tenting his lounge pants and was getting ever closer to my now moist pussy. He starts to reach his hand toward my face. Thinking he was going to tuck my hair behind my ear like he usually does before kissing me. I was surprised as he kept reaching. He leans into me and gets some whip cream from my pancakes and brings his fingertip to my mouth.

“Open,” Andrew demands.

He is sexy as hell when he is demanding. I open my mouth and he slips his finger in.

“Now, suck on it.” He continues in his stern voice.

I do as I am told and begin licking and sucking his finger. It tasted sweet. Andrew ran his other hand up and down my thigh. Each time he was getting closer and closer to my increasingly aching womanhood. konya bosna escort He gets more whip cream on his finger. This time putting it below my ear, then licked it off with his silken tongue.

“Raise your arms up.” Andrew tells me. I again do as he demands. He then lifts the shirt off me and throws it over to the side somewhere. Leaving me completely exposed. My C cup breasts are now bare and my nipples grow hard, as the cool air from the fan above brushes over them.

He continues putting whip cream on my collar bone, where I have a tattoo with a few small birds flying away, and then he licks the whip cream off and then kisses each bird. This makes me smile.

Then Andrew moves down to my milky white, supple breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple, licking and sucking one after the other. His mouth on my breasts feels exquisite and I begin to moan as he nips them gently. He continues rubbing his hands on my inner thighs softly, which gives me goose bumps all over my body.

Then he grabs my waist and lifts me up to the counter. He must have moved my plate at some point, I didn’t even notice. He then puts the whip cream on his finger again. He gives me a soft gentle kiss. I am reeling at the thought of where he is going with his finger this time. Then he slowly slips it into my tight hot pussy.

He is being such a tease with this pace though. It is taking all the power within me to not take control. Instead I succumb to his pace and just allow him to make a meal out of me. I tangle my hands in his hair while Andrew continues to invade my mouth with his tongue. I begin biting and tugging on his bottom lip. I hear him groan. Andrew slips in another finger and begins pumping them faster and using his thumb to work my clit. This is more my speed!

“Andrew! That feels so good. Yeah…. Keep it up.” I begged him.

I take one of my hands and slowly trace his neck, shoulder, chest with my fingertips. Finding my way to his happy trail that leads me to that place I love! I untie the string on his lounge pants and gently tug as they fall to the floor. Andrew steps out of them and kicks them away. I begin groping his perfect ass. I run my fingernails up to his back and back down again finding my way to his happy trail again. This time I followed it all the way down and wrapped my small hands around his big hard cock and started pumping. The faster I pumped his fat shaft, the faster his fingers worked my pussy.

“Tori you are so fucking sexy you know that don’t you?” He said as we continued kissing and as he kept finger fucking me and playing with my clit.

“Yes, I am beginning to believe that. You make me feel sexy.” I confessed as I was fighting back an orgasm that I felt building.

Andrew must have sensed that I was on the verge of coming and quickly withdrew his fingers and plunged his face into my near orgasmic pussy. He was sucking on my clit hard and working it with his tongue. As I began to cum he started to lick up the juices that were flowing out of me. I held onto his head keeping him in place at my pussy as I screamed in ecstasy. He kept licking and sucking as my body began writhing around as waves of pleasure swept over my body.

As my body began calming down Andrew looked up at me with a twinkle in my eye and a huge smile on his face and said, “My turn!” Andrew grabbed my waist and put me down off the counter. Making sure I was steady on my feet, before sitting on the stool.

“It would be my pleasure, Sir!” I said coyly, as I began sinking to my knees.

I held his huge cock in my petite hand, and then I remembered the whip cream. I think he needs payback for earlier. I stand up and he grabs me.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asks.

“I decided I was hungry for more than your cock.” I answered with a smile, as I reached out for the whip cream on his plate.

“Ooooohhh this is going to be excruciating and wonderful all at the same time. You are so naughty.” Andrew replied, while leaning back against the counter.

I then put some of the whip cream on his mouth and kissed him lightly and licked the rest of his lips. Next I put some on his nipples and sucked it off. Moving down to his happy trail, I put some in his navel and licked it clean. Then I took some more whip cream and put it all down his trail, which leads to my happy place! Slowly I began licking, back and forth, up and down, until I found myself at his big, beautiful cock.

By now Andrew is moaning and pawing at me, but I am not done with him yet. I take some more of the whip cream and lightly put it on the tip, down the shaft, and base of his cock. I leave it there while I hold his balls and begin to lick his taint. I suck on each ball, while watching him watch me. I can see in his eyes he has been tortured enough, so I let go.

I finally pay attention to what he has wanted me to, and begging me to with his eyes. Beginning at the base I take all of the whip cream into my konya esc mouth with one big lick. Then slowly wrap my mouth around him taking most of him into my mouth the first time. Then come up to only suck on the head for a few moments.

“Fuck baby! You are too good to me! Your mouth is incredible!” Andrew barely gets out before I take him into my mouth again. Then I begin an assault on his big cock. Sucking and licking his big cock over and over again. I am relentless and get him right to the edge of orgasm then stop.

“What are you doing? I was almost their baby! Don’t stop.” He said with smoldering eyes.

“I don’t know if I am hungry anymore. You’re going to have to beg me if you want me to finish.” I explained as I lightly flicked my tongue on the tip of his cock. “You want more?”

“Yes, I want you to suck my big fat cock until you make me cum, then I want you to drink my cum and swallow every drop of it!” He yelled. Then he continued softly, “Please and thank you!”

“OK since you said it so nicely, I will give you what you want.” Then I began sucking his cock again.

I was down to his balls, gagging. I was very proud that I made it. Andrew stood up and held onto my head and I could feel him hitting the back of my throat as he fucked my face. I grabbed his ass and held on as he went faster and faster. I could feel him beginning to swell in my mouth. I knew he was getting ready to blow his load, so I held on tight.

“Ooohhh Fuck Tori!!!” He screamed as he blew his load and came in my mouth with great force.

As I took in all his cum and swallowed, Andrew grunted and said, “That’s right, be a good girl and swallow all of it baby”

He pumped a few more times as the last little bit of his seed seeped into my waiting mouth. He lifted me up onto my feet. I thought to myself, a job well done if I do say so myself. Andrew tilted my head up and kissed me tenderly and lightly rubbed my back and shoulders.

Then with a swat to my ass says, “You are a very bad girl, teasing me like you do. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Back at you honey. I Love you.” I whispered into his ears, as I rub the stinging on my ass. “I cooked, now you clean.” Then kissed him on the cheek and walked away.

This is what it was like most days we were together. We were playful and loved to tease each other. But we could be serious and tender to. I think variety and having fun is what makes a great couple. At least from my limited experience, that is what seems to work for us.

Later that day Andrew and I went to the restaurant to get ready for the day. I was on cloud nine. First from the great fucking the night before and now the playful morning we had. I could not help but have a smile on my face. I have never been happier in my life.

After we prepped for dinner, it was time to present tonight’s menu to the wait staff. When I walked out to the dining room I stopped dead in my tracks. There at the table with the rest of the wait staff and owner, sat a new waitress. She’s tall and I could tell from her athletic build that she takes care of herself. She has dark blue eyes that look like the ocean, ruby red lips, and long curly blond hair.

I felt flushed immediately. I needed to compose myself so I can tell them about the dinner menu. As I was explaining the various dishes to the staff and as they tasted everything I was trying not to watch the new waitress. But watching her put the fork of my food in her mouth and seeing her enjoy it was very hot. I was drawn to her mouth and the way she licked them after a few bites. The way she closed her eyes, moaned slightly and tilted her head back was so hot. It was almost like she was trying to be sensual.

Finally they had tasted everything and would be able to talk to the customers about tonight’s menu from firsthand experience. I could not get out of the front of the house quick enough. I went out the back door to cool down for a minute after… after… well whatever that was.

I decided to just brush it off. Maybe it’s just my hormones or something. It isn’t a big deal. Then I went back inside to start our busy service. I could not wait to get off and meet with the usual crowd of friends and co-workers at the diner. My nerves were shot and I needed to unwind.

At the end of the night Andrew kissed me and told me he wasn’t going to the diner tonight. He has some stuff to do in the morning and needed to get to bed. So I went on to the diner by myself. It is your typical 50’s style diner. They got an old school jukebox playing random music. They have the best hamburgers and fries! It really hits the spot after a long busy night.

When I got there it was pretty dead. There were a couple old guys that are regulars here, at the counter drinking coffee and eating pie. Over in a corner booth was some teenagers that I have not seen before. Then there was our crazy bunch.

“Hi everyone!” I yell at them from the door when I spot them at our usual konya escort table.

Everybody was there; Andrew’s Brother Chris, Johnnie a chef from another restaurant, Sammy a cook and Andrea a waitress both from the restaurant……and….. oh my god it’s her!!!!

It is the new waitress. How, why, what…… I can’t even complete my thoughts as I begin to feel my cheeks heat and my pussy start to tingle. I guess Andrea must have invited her to come along. This will be an interesting night. Let’s see how this goes. I hope I don’t make a fool out of myself. I am thinking as I figure out where to sit. Then the new girl stands up.

“Hi my name is Olivia, the new girl. You can sit by me if you want.” She tells me, with a southern drawl and pleasant smile. I stare at her mouth as she talks to me. Then she grabs my hand and tugs gently, pulling me to the table.

“Sure, I guess. It is nice to officially meet you Olivia. I am Tori.” I tell her.

So I slide in the big corner booth where Olivia was sitting and she sits beside me. Andrews brother Chris on my right side and Olivia is on my left side. Johnnie, Sammy, and Andrea are across from me.

We all order our food and drinks. Olivia is telling us about herself. She is from the south somewhere, which is obvious by her accent. She moved here to get out of her little bitty town that’s filled with a bunch of busy bodies. She doesn’t like people knowing all her business she said. Then she immediately put her hand on my leg and squeezed, which of course sends a chill up my spine. What is she trying to say? There seems to be a hidden message here somewhere.

We are talking about work stuff and life in general. Then Johnnie begins telling us some hilarious story about a girl he went out on a date with recently, that went horribly bad. As Johnnie tells his story, Olivia begins rubbing my leg with her hand. Up and down slowly getting closer to my inner thighs and then closer to my now wet pussy. Oh my god, her touch feels so good.

I look around and see if anyone notices what she is doing and they are oblivious. Thank Goodness. How can I be feeling like this? I love Andrew and I am not into women. But she has got me so heated right now. I keep picturing her in my bed, kissing me….licking me….

“Yum this looks so good guys, you all have found a gem of a place!” Olivia says, interrupting my thoughts.

Relieved that the food is here I begin eating my burger and fries. Hopefully Olivia will leave me alone now. However, that isn’t the case. While she doesn’t have her hand on my leg anymore, she keeps licking the juice and salt off her fingers, ever so slowly. I notice Johnnie and Chris checking her out. I mean the girl is smoking hot and she is making a meal out of her fingers. It helps that she has mad sucking skills which are obvious now to. She has me so distracted and turned on; I can barely eat my food.

Finally everyone is finished and Johnnie tries to get Olivia to leave with him. But Olivia turns him down with her southern charm. So him and Chris leaves, with what appear to be some discomfort after that display Olivia just put on.

Andrea looks at Sammy; they have been hooking up for a couple months, and say, “You ready to go to my place? I know I am!” She says with promise in her eyes. Then they head off together.

“Well Olivia, I am going to head home to. It was nice hanging out with you. You should come back. I think you were a hit!” I tell her. I slide out from the booth and head to the door.

“Yeah I think I will be back. Did you walk here? If so I can walk with you, I am close by, over by the restaurant actually and don’t like to be by myself this late at night.” Olivia confesses to me, as she follows me out of the diner. She does look scared, but there is something else to, but I’m not sure what.

“Sure, I live a block down from the restaurant, so that’s perfect.” I tell her. Then she grabs my hand and tells me thank you.

As we are walking she is telling me more about her family back home. I tell her about mine as well. We had pretty similar lives growing up. She is very nice to talk with about that stuff and she understands small town life.

As we get in front of her place she lets go of my hand and turns to me, places her hands around my waist and says, “Well Tori, thank you for walking with me. It has been nice talking with you and getting to know you more. I would like to get to know you even better though.”

Then she leans in and kisses me. Her mouth is just as soft and gentle as I imagined. Her tongue invaded my mouth as I opened it to invite her in. She tastes like cherries. I get lost in the embrace. Her hands are groping my ass and pulling me into her. But I quickly come to reality and realize what I am doing. I can’t do this, not to Andrew.

So I pull away and tell her, “I am sorry if I have led you on or anything, but I have a boyfriend that I love very much and I just can’t do this to him. I think you are gorgeous and really nice. But…. I just can’t.”

“Tori, you are a lovely girl and I am not surprised that you are seeing someone. I would be surprised if you weren’t actually.” Olivia asks me.

I don’t know what to think. “If you know I am with someone then why are you hitting on me?” I ask her back.

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Emily finds herself back in a strange parallel world where female nudity and submission is not just expected but legally enforced. This is a sequel to Emily 2.0. It is recommended to read that first.

This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Themes include ENF, CMNF, humiliation, non-consent, reluctance, public nudity, public sex, a touch of BDSM here and there, and occasional violence if it’s relevant to the story or character development.

*****

Six weeks had passed since the genital enhancement therapy. Six weeks of wearing a steel collar with chains and cuffs to prevent her from masturbating. Six weeks of orgasm denial. Well, not complete denial. Showering with Elizabeth had become a necessary daily event, since Emily now needed assistance with the task of washing and shaving, and it always ended in cunnilingus and a welcome orgasm. It wasn’t enough, though. That meant begging Collingwood for a reprieve from her restraints, but, even when he was willing, he had been preoccupied with his work and unavailable for the last few weeks. Similarly, Madison had been busy and difficult to track down most days of late. That just left couplings with men, which were few and far between due to spending the majority of her time in her office or the women’s quarters because of the collar and cuffs. There was a haunted look to her eyes from the constant arousal and need to get off, while not being able to. At the same time, she saw the cuffs as a necessary evil. If it wasn’t for them, she’d likely do little else than plunge her fingers into her pussy, no matter who was around or what she was doing. She had completely lost control of her self-restraint in that regard.

Collingwood still hadn’t replaced the IUD, but that situation had become a little tricky. The General had got wind of it during the process of arranging for the genital enhancing therapy, and he had since officially ordered Collingwood not to replace it. While that didn’t make replacing it completely out of the question (it was a secret before, and it could easily be a secret again), she had the birth control implant to fall back on anyway, so it wasn’t a priority. Still, it troubled her.

Tick… tick…

Looking in the mirror, she lifted her elbows up and raised her hands as far as the chains allowed. Then she turned to her side. There was no denying it now. Her body looked different. Her breasts had definitely shrunk, but her areola had gone the opposite way. They now puffed out prominently, while her nipples still stood constantly at attention since the day after the genital enhancing procedure. The effect was almost obscene. Not just boobs, which were visible everywhere in this place, but somehow a more sexualised version demanding attention and desire. Emily was almost glad of the collar and cuffs, which allowed her to keep them covered with her forearms for the most part.

Her eyes drifted downwards. Her stomach was definitely flatter, and she could see a hint of abdominal muscles. Her arms and legs were also looking more muscular than usual. It would be easy to assume that she’d signed up for CrossFit or weight training, but she hadn’t been exercising any more than usual, and definitely not with weights.

She chanced a look at her pubic area. She had grown to loathe looking at herself down there. It wasn’t just the lack of pubic hair, she was well used to its absence now, it was her labia minora. Her fear that the therapy would change her appearance had been realised. While they always protruded slightly, now they were completely obvious. Even with her legs together they were still visible. Madison and Elizabeth were both shocked at how much her genitals had changed. Both commented that they had never seen such a discernible transformation before, but they assured Emily that she still looked beautiful and there were plenty of other women with a similar appearance. Emily wasn’t convinced, though, and loathed that it was always on display in this place whether she liked it or not, and that any man could command her to get into a position for a better look anytime he wanted. That, however, also triggered her humiliation kink, so she was trapped in a cycle of hating that people could see her altered anatomy in such detail, while relishing every second of it.

The thought increased the need to cum to a new level of urgency. Madison’s current whereabouts were unknown so she would have to find Collingwood and beg him to release her for a few minutes, no matter how busy he was. That of course would be humiliating, and the bastard would surely toy with her for some time before he allowed it, but there was little choice in the circumstances. To her surprise, though, he barely hesitated. One look at the wild-eyed woman before him must have been enough to convince him, the moment he set eyes upon her.

“R-Rod, I need you to let me free for a minute,” she nervously greeted on entering the lab.

It had been some weeks since she’d been in the lab for any length of time and she noted a few changes, batman escort including several metallic, bullet-shaped objects, slightly shorter but of a similar girth to soda cans, arranged on his desk. Her curiosity about them was secondary to her current need, though.

“Good morning, 7GQA9E. What is it I can do for you?” Collingwood began, before even looking up from his work. When he did, his expression immediately changed to one of concern. “Oh, I see. Very well.”

With that, he produced the key and removed the collar and cuffs from Emily’s neck and wrists. Emily immediately seized the opportunity to masturbate without even considering his presence for a moment. It was hardly the first time she’d done this in front of him anyway. It had almost become normal behaviour. She remained standing, and instantly exploded in orgasm the moment her fingers contacted her clitoris. Her knees buckled and her body convulsed spasmodically as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. One orgasm had barely finished when another overtook her.

Collingwood watched on, his initial concern now giving way to increasing arousal. She truly was breathtaking, and seeing her performance was certainly ticking all of the right boxes. A desire to get off suddenly overwhelmed him as well, so he took position beside her, unzipped, and placed her left hand against his bulging erection. She took it unthinkingly and began pumping it with as much fury as she was applying to her own genitals.

Soon, his knees also buckled as he ejaculated onto the lab floor. Breaking away from her grip, he gathered some paper towel to clean himself up and also the mess on the floor, not failing to notice that Emily’s activity had still not abated. He realised he would need to intervene, but something else also grabbed his attention.

“‘Present’, 7GQA9E,” he commanded.

Emily glanced at him briefly on hearing the command but did not respond. Instead, she continued rubbing her clitoris with determination, convulsing as yet another orgasm washed over her.

“Look, you’re going to do yourself an injury if you don’t stop,” he tried. “You really need to cease that now and ‘Present’. I have other matters I wish to discuss.”

Emily rolled her eyes and finally obeyed, placing her hands behind her neck, as she had become accustomed to over the last few weeks, instead of behind her back as the ‘Present’ position normally required.

After thanking her for finally obeying, he proceeded to walk around her, looking her up and down with a slightly puzzled expression.

“You look different, 7GQA9E. I guess I’ve had my head down and been completely oblivious to everything else around me lately, including you. Perhaps longer than I thought. Unless it has just been some time since I last viewed your fine form without your hands restrained? Have you been dieting or exercising more than usual?”

“No, nothing,” she replied, fighting the urge to continue masturbating by focussing on his words. “If anything, I’ve been eating more than usual. I put it down to the adrenaline of my current situation triggering my appetite.”

“You are noticeably leaner,” he noted. “It is particularly apparent in your breasts. They seem to have shrunken considerably. No wait, it’s more than that. They have changed shape, particularly your areola. Congratulations, 7GQA9E, it seems that you have the highly desirable puffy nipple style of breast now.”

“I noticed that too,” she grimly nodded. “I’m not sure I’m pleased with it, plus I was given no warning that this might happen. It certainly hasn’t happened to anyone else who had the therapy. At least no one I know who has had it.”

“Then, what makes you different to everyone else…” he mused out loud. “Clearly, it’s hormonal…”

Emily just shrugged despondently as his thoughts trailed off.

“Oh my God! How could I have been so stupid!” he suddenly exclaimed.

“What?” she asked, dreading what he might reveal, while simultaneously wondering if he might have a solution.

“Your birth control implant! That’s what makes you different to other women here. It must be reacting to the genital enhancement therapy, triggering a double whammy of hormonal changes within you.”

Emily’s face instantly contorted into a mixture of horror and stunned epiphany. It couldn’t have hit harder than an open slap. She suddenly felt very stupid. It seemed obvious now, and it had been right in front of them all along.

“Oh my God! Do you think it’s reversible?”

“Of that, I have no idea,” Collingwood shrugged, tapping his pen on his temple in thought. “Biology, as you’re aware, is not something I have formally studied. However, I think we should start with removing the implant at least. That should give your body a chance to recover and hopefully return it closer to its former state, albeit enhanced somewhat by the effects of the genital enhancement therapy. How much, I couldn’t say. Perhaps the changes are permanent? On the upside, though, if that yalova escort does turn out to be the case, then it will still provide excellent humiliation value for you. You still are outstandingly attractive. Arguably even more so now.”

“Um… I assume then that you’ll replace the IUD?” Emily asked, ignoring his other comments for the moment. As troubling as it was to consider that the changes to her body might be permanent, any hope of solving it began with removing the implant, but that also opened up the probability of falling pregnant.

“That concern should be far down your list of priorities, my dear 7GQA9E,” Collingwood casually replied.

“Well, of course, my implant has to come out, but I still don’t want to get pregnant,” Emily protested.

“And why not?” Collingwood asked. “I must side with the General on this point. Surely you know by now that’s the deal in this place. I’ve respected your bodily autonomy by not insisting that we remove the implant up until this point. Now, with the wisdom of hindsight, I wish I had. It certainly would have saved you from these troubles, as fun as they have been for both of us.”

Emily sighed and rolled her eyes before responding.

“C’mon, Rod. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. If you want to continue respecting my bodily autonomy, then you’ll do as I ask.”

“No.”

“Just ‘No’? That’s it?” Emily gasped, her patience wearing thin.

“I’m afraid so,” Collingwood answered, but there was at least some sympathy in his tone. “You must remember that we are guests here, and there are certain conditions that come with that. I don’t want to piss off the General, for one. He has been very generous with his funding of my projects, giving me the freedom to work on pretty much anything I like. The inter-dimension comms system, for example, is nearing completion, and I must shortly return to our world to establish the other end.”

“You’re going home? How long for? Can I come too?” Emily asked, momentarily distracted by the news.

“I envision the project should take me some six to eight weeks, including the installation of the deep space satellite, assuming nothing goes awry,” Collingwood replied. “Unfortunately, our Earth does not have a legal nudity program in place, at least not yet, and I would hate for you to have to dress again.”

“What do you mean by ‘not yet’?” Emily asked suspiciously. “They’re not planning something, are they?”

“It is too early to make an announcement, but it would seem necessary to implement a public nudity policy if representatives from this Earth are to be stationed on ours. That also will pave the way for you to return to our Earth on future visits without having to resort to wearing clothing again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, Rod! My family and everyone I grew up with live there! I don’t want them to see me like this!”

“Are you ashamed of your body or your true self?” Collingwood asked. “I assure you that you have nothing to be ashamed about. Plus, you are representing our Earth’s affairs in a foreign place. That alone is deserving of respect. Stand tall and proud, 7GQA9E. You are serving, not just your country, but the whole planet.”

“Do I get any say in the matter, or what?” Emily fretted.

“Are you saying that you would not want to pioneer this world’s ways on ours? You have clearly seen the benefits to almost all facets of human society. Would you not want to bring those same conditions to our world? It is clearly a dying planet. Perhaps this could save it, and your nudity could play a major role. Plus, we both know that your dark side would completely relish the experience.”

Emily’s knees suddenly threatened to give out at the thought of being nude back on her home world. It was one thing doing it here amongst a population where all women were nude. To do it at home was a whole other ballgame. She would be alone, or close enough to it, surrounded by a sea of clothed people. People she knew, and who knew her. It would be completely mortifying, to say the least. Before she could think of a response, Collingwood continued.

“Fear not for now. It is some time away yet, if it happens at all,” he assured her. “Back to the matter at hand, we should see about removing your birth control implant. Hopefully your body will then recover to some semblance of normality in due course. I hope you understand my position on the IUD situation. Unfortunately, it must be factored into the bigger picture and our responsibility as guests here.”

“Well, I’m not comfortable with the idea of having no birth control whatsoever, but I do agree that we need to remove my implant regardless,” Emily agreed. “Perhaps I can approach the General and gain his approval, once I explain that I’m an ambassador and a temporary guest, so my reproductive contribution to this place shouldn’t be required. Surely, everything else I go along with should be enough already?”

“Perhaps…” Collingwood nodded absent-mindedly; his attention now focussed on the teleporter in ordu escort front of him. “Now, if you could just take position at yonder desk and hold still for a few minutes. I need to get a lock on the implant with the teleporter so I can remove it.”

Emily had barely got into the position when he announced that he’d removed it successfully. She hadn’t felt a thing. She rubbed the spot on her arm to check for its presence, but the telltale lump was no longer there. It was definitely gone.

“Hard to believe that this little thing caused so much trouble,” he commented, holding it up to Emily’s view between his thumb and forefinger.

Emily swallowed at the realisation that she now had no protection against pregnancy, but she also knew that she had a few weeks’ grace before that was likely to be a problem. She could also try to stay away from situations where she might be vaginally coupled with. In the meantime, Plan A would be to continue to work on Collingwood and get him to agree to go behind the General’s back. That would start now while the topic was still fresh. Plan B would be to approach the General and attempt to get him to see reason. While she had more implants, they were now out of the question, so the IUD was her only hope.

She approached Collingwood and feigned an interest in the implant as she considered another way to convince him. Desperation in an attempt to gain his sympathy was the only move that sprung to mind.

“C’mon, Rod, I know you don’t really want me to get pregnant again,” she whined. “Just give me the IUD already!”

“C’mon, Emily,” he replied, mimicking Emily’s tone, “you wouldn’t deprive me of the opportunity of seeing you swollen with child, would you? It truly is a beautiful sight. I should order you to go out and couple with as many men as possible at once.”

“Now you’re fucking with me,” Emily sighed, rolling her eyes at the realisation, but perhaps it was a sign that he was teasing her about everything else as well. “So, can I have the IUD back already?”

“Well, as much as I might be inclined to do that for you, I was telling the truth that it has political ramifications,” he replied. “There is another complication as well. The General now has a short-range teleporter in his possession. Should he become suspicious as to your lack of fertility, he could detect the IUD’s presence in an instant.”

“Oh crap, what did you give him that for?”

“He asked for it,” Collingwood shrugged. “I could hardly deny him.”

“So, what am I gonna do?” Emily asked, waving her hands in exasperation.

“There may be another option…” he began.

“And what’s that?”

“Well, what do men do when they ask you to ‘Display’ and they note the presence of a tampon?”

“They usually do me anally or get a blow job or they just move on,” Emily considered. “Wait, you’re telling me to wear a tampon whenever I go out?”

“Exactly.”

“So, my choices are anal or risk pregnancy?”

“So it would seem,” he grinned. “I would suggest pre-lubing that lovely rosebud of yours in anticipation.”

“Do you want a slap?” she suggested with a frown.

The solution wasn’t a great one, since she still found anal extremely distasteful, but she tried to rationalise it. Perhaps she needn’t resort to it too frequently? Most of her encounters with men were with either the General or Collingwood these days. The General only ever wanted blow jobs, and Collingwood she could trust to take suitable precautions, despite his proclivity for gaslighting her. The only real time she needed to be concerned was when she visited the other labs and the general population, or when she went off base. In those circumstances, it would be easy to add a tampon whether she needed one or not. Of course, the downside of that was a much-increased chance of being anally penetrated, and it was a major downside, but that was a far better option than risking fertilisation. However, it was still only a band-aid solution that would only get her so far. The General would still be watching her, and he would surely meddle and ask questions if she remained barren for too long. She began to feel extremely uncomfortable for what the coming weeks may hold. It seemed her life was to become preoccupied with avoiding vaginal sex and questions about her lack of pregnancy. It was a ticking time bomb.

Tick… tick…

Frowning, she changed the topic to make further conversation. She had nowhere else to be at that moment, and keeping on top of whatever Collingwood was up to was generally prudent.

“So, when are you leaving for Earth 1, Rod?” she began.

“I expect two or three weeks from now at my current progress,” he replied. “This Earth’s ship will return with me too so we can see about the weapons upgrades as well. That may also take some time, but I expect others can see about that while I focus on the comms system. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“So, there won’t be any ships here for like two months?” Emily asked in some alarm. “What if there’s an emergency and one of us needs to return?”

“That, unfortunately, is in the hands of the Gods,” Collingwood shrugged, “but hopefully this will be the last time we find ourselves in this situation. Once the weapons upgrades are done, each world will have a fully equipped ship at their disposal, and soon several more.”

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Author’s Notes:

© Copyright Darkniciad. If this story appears anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission and is likely incomplete/improperly formatted. Please go to Literotica and search for Darkniciad to find the real, authorized version of this tale.

This tale takes place in my fantasy world, and centers upon characters you might recognize from “Queen Alicia” and “King Thakkorias.” There isn’t much sex in this story, and most of the heat comes in the later chapters.

Much as “Casting Off Convention,” this story details early adventures in the life of my characters, long before the ‘present day’.

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Alicia sat cross-legged beneath a cherry tree in the garden, blissfully savoring a few of the ripe fruits, plucked directly from the tree. As with the day before, her parents were simply too stunned by her sudden shift in behavior to articulate their disappointment. She knew the reprieve wouldn’t last long, but she planned to take advantage of every moment.

A beam of sunlight shone upon her spellbook, open in her lap. The spell to soothe sore and chafed nipples from nursing a child intrigued Alicia because it had potential to cure the same caused by her often elaborate and uncomfortable wardrobe. Though still a little weary from her late night in the city, she still felt giddy from the trip — and the subsequent reunion with Thakkor.

She could still see the look in his eyes as he stood with her in the moonlight at the servant’s gate. For a moment, she’d thought for certain that he was going to kiss her. In fact, she’d actually felt irritated when he didn’t, instead returning to the city after saying that he hoped to see her there the next evening.

Enough of that. Study, Alicia, she silently chided herself as her body reacted to the memory of his face and how badly she’d wanted that kiss. Her recent lapse in manners would eventually fade from her father’s mind — taking up with a vagabond sellsword certainly would not.

The words of the spell she studied were quite similar to the other two spells she’d mastered, and Alicia found that this magic came to her easily. After only an hour or so, she felt confident that she knew a little over half of the spell. The encouraging results pushed her even harder, reducing her world to the spidery words on the pages before her — until the snake slithered out from under a patch of violets on the opposite side of the path.

Whether alerted by the sound, a flash of movement in her peripheral vision, or pure intuition, Alicia looked up from her book just as the serpent appeared on the path. She recognized the venomous reptile by its copper-colored head and attempted to scoot back, around the tree.

The action caused the snake to rear its head up in an ominous posture. Alicia froze in place, her eyes locked on the snake. Her hand rested against her spell pouch, providing her with a possible solution. With slow, minimal movements, she withdrew one of the miniature arrows from inside the pouch.

The snake remained in front of her, well within striking distance, seemingly daring her to move. Alicia raised the arrow in front of her, prompting another frightening change in posture from the serpent. She whispered the words of the spell, moving her fingers through the few gestures necessary to call up the magic. The magical darts probably wouldn’t kill the snake, but they would certainly stun it and make it think twice about coming near her.

Just as Alicia completed the spell, she felt a tingle in her thigh that she knew came from the dagger sheathed there. It distracted her for a moment just as she whispered the final word and directed the tiny arrow toward the snake. The arrow vanished, and again Alicia felt the tingle — stronger this time.

Curiously, Alicia knew the magic hadn’t failed. She could feel it within her dagger. Somehow, the weapon had contained the magic and held it there. With the same slow movements she’d adopted since the snake appeared, Alicia unsheathed the dagger. She pointed it at the snake, concentrating on the strange sensation of magic there. Her magical dart leapt from the dagger, striking the snake right in the head. The creature curled up with a hiss and rolled over on its back, twitching from the bite of the magic.

Alicia wasted no time in scurrying to safety.

Once a safe distance away, seated on a limestone bench, Alicia examined her dagger. Gwen had suggested that the dagger was made for a wizard, and that certainly seemed to be true. While the ability to hold spells and release them with a thought was useful, it could also prove troublesome if she couldn’t learn how to control it.

Alicia retrieved another arrow from her pouch, looked around to make sure that no one was around, and cast the spell at a brown, curled leaf lying upon the ground. Again, she felt the tingle from her dagger, but ignored it. When she finished fethiye escort casting the spell, the dart hurtled from her fingers and blasted into the dried leaf.

Pleased with the result, she decided to try to contain a spell within the dagger. She pulled one of the miniature candles from her spell pouch and cast the light spell she’d utilized to navigate the servant’s corridors the night before. This time, when she felt the dagger reacting to the magic, she opened her mind to the weapon. The tiny candle vanished, and Alicia could feel the presence of her magic within the dagger, awaiting her call.

A second casting of the light spell yielded the same results, and Alicia could feel both of the spells distinctly within the dagger. At least I won’t have to speak the words of the spell when I sneak out to the city tonight, she thought.

Continuing to experiment, she cast another dart spell into the dagger. She could tell the difference between all three spells, and knew she could call up whichever she wished with nothing more than a thought. On a whim, she cast first the fertility divining spell, and then the spell to lessen the pain and discomfort of deflowering into the dagger. With the last, she had a sense from the weapon that it could hold no more.

Alicia sheathed the dagger with a wide smile, appreciating Gwen’s gift even more, now. She couldn’t wait to reveal the secret to her friend. She sheathed the dagger and decided to return to her room to continue studying the new spell. The encounter with the snake made her too uncomfortable with the thought of focusing on her book in the garden again.

As she stepped out of the garden, Alicia smiled at the sight of the sun sinking toward the western horizon. She hoped she could remain hidden away in her room as much as possible, because she didn’t know if she could contain her anticipation for her venture into the city tonight. With that pleasant thought in mind, Alicia hurried to her room.

†ΞΞΞ♥ΞΞΞ†

Her mood buoyant, Alicia stepped from her bath and prepared to dress for bed. She considered changing into what she planned to wear into the city, but thought better of the notion. Her mother might decide to finally confront her about her recent behavior, and finding her not dressed appropriately would raise questions she couldn’t answer.

Once she toweled dry, Alicia slipped into her silk chemise and retrieved her new spellbook once more. She felt as though she was on the cusp of mastering the spell, and she was eager to do so.

Before she could open the book, she heard a knock on the door. Quickly slipping the book beneath her overstuffed pillow, she called out, “Yes?”

Kylie answered, “I have some of your laundry.”

“Come in, Kylie.”

The young woman entered carrying a woven wicker basket, and Alicia offered to help. After removing her panties from the top of the basket, Alicia’s eyes widened at the sight of the clothes she’d worn out last night in the bottom. She’d carefully hidden the clothing away, planning to wash it herself in secret.

Kylie whispered, “Your escape didn’t go entirely unnoticed. Don’t worry, we’re not going to say anything. If you plan to go out tonight, it would be nice if you’d tell me, though. The stairs in the servant’s corridors are just beyond the wall behind my bed. I entertained all manner of nightmares about ghosts and thieves until I discovered the true source of the sound.”

“I’m sorry,” Alicia apologized with a little smile.

“I thought I might go into the city this evening as well. I would truthfully feel much better if you’d let me go with you.”

Alicia sighed inwardly, not happy about having anyone go with her into the city.

Kylie’s voice dropped even lower when she whispered, “I know about the young man who walked you home, as well. That secret is mine alone, and I will neither interfere nor speak a word of it to anyone. I’m quite happy for you, actually.”

“He just offered to accompany me,” Alicia quietly protested.

Kylie smiled knowingly. “Of course. Will you let me come with you?”

Alicia nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ll slip something under the door when I’m leaving and wait for you by the servant’s gate.”

Still not overjoyed with the intrusion on her clandestine excursion, Alicia accepted the necessity. She knew that Kylie would have only found some way to follow even if she’d refused. Kylie took her assignment as Alicia’s personal servant very seriously.

Her spellbook once more in hand, Alicia sat back against the oaken headboard of her bed to study until the hour grew late enough to make her escape.

†ΞΞΞ♥ΞΞΞ†

“Got someone with her, she does. A pretty little thing, too.”

“It is of no matter. The woman is a mere servant. We are prepared for far more dangerous opposition.”

“We allowed to play with that one, once we got yer prize?”

A alanya escort sigh emerged from deep within the man’s hood. “She is irrelevant. Do with her as you will. Should your foolish indulgence interfere with my goal, rest assured that the consequences will be — unpleasant.”

“Of course, Milord,” the unkempt brigand replied with a wide, evil smile that revealed his yellowed, broken teeth.

The hooded man turned toward another in a voluminous robe of dark blue. “You have her, I trust?”

“Of course, Lord. My trinket has latched firmly onto her shoe. She will neither discover nor dislodge it.”

“You will have your payment once she is in my possession. Stand ready and remain hidden until the woman returns from her nocturnal visit to the city. Do not fail me.”

The brigands surrounding him nodded and grunted their agreement, sounding all too eager for the task put before them.

†ΞΞΞ♥ΞΞΞ†

The common room of the Dragon hummed with conversation, music, and laughter. Smoke from many pipes hung in the air, made tolerable by breezes from the frequent opening and closing of the door, and open windows near the dark-beamed ceiling intended for exactly that purpose. The smell of cooking wafted from the kitchen — venison this evening.

Alicia returned to her corner table with Thakkor after convincing him to join her in a dance, the smile on her face so wide that it felt almost unnatural. Though he had absolutely no experience with dancing, he’d proven more than willing to learn, and caught on quickly. The physical contact made Alicia feel giddy with delight.

Kylie had left Alicia to her man almost immediately upon entering the Dragon, seemingly content to see her safely inside. That suited Alicia well, quelling her fears that the other woman would hover protectively over her the entire evening. From what Alicia could see, her personal servant was garnering no small amount of male attention herself.

“That was actually sort of fun. I probably looked like a complete idiot, though,” Thakkor said as he pulled out Alicia’s chair. He then chuckled as he walked to the opposite side of the round table to sit down.

“Nonsense. You did quite well for your first time. Dancing isn’t all that different from fighting, when you think about it. You just practice until you get it right, and then you can do it without thinking.”

Thakkor took a drink of his beer, and then wiped the foam from his closely cropped beard and mustache, having learned early in the evening that Alicia found the sight of foam in his facial hair amusing to a point that she couldn’t ignore it. “Never really thought about it. It’s been a long time since my Pop was whacking me on the head when I set my feet wrong, but I felt about the same way out there a minute ago as I did then.”

Without even realizing what she was doing, Alicia twirled one of her golden curls between her finger and thumb. She did notice Thakkor paying attention, though. Her heart thudded in her chest as he admired her — his gaze unthreatening, not lewd as were those of so many men, and filled with touches of wonder. “I am quite sure you will find it easier each time.”

“Well, I have a good teacher — and a beautiful one at that.”

Alicia’s rapidly beating heart skipped one beat upon hearing him say those words. She blushed, almost overwhelmed by his first unquestionably romantic compliment. “Thank you.”

“Just the truth. If dancing is like fighting, I’m not sure I’d want to square off in a fight with you. You float like your feet aren’t even touching the floor out there.” He hiked his thumb toward the area in front of the musicians set aside for dancing.

“Alicia, it’s after midnight.”

Alicia turned toward the voice to find Kylie wearing an apologetic smile. Alicia glanced at the water clock above the bar and sighed, seeing that Kylie was telling the truth. She then looked back at Thakkor and said, “I suppose I should be going.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

“I’d love that,” Alicia answered. The widening of his smile made her tingle all over.

“I think I’ll stay for a bit since you have someone to walk you home — if that’s okay?”

Alicia turned back to Kylie, knowing full well that the young woman was giving her space. “That’s fine. Thank you for accompanying me to the city. I had a good chat as we walked. We will have to do it again soon.”

“Perhaps tomorrow,” Kylie responded with a knowing smile and a wave. She then returned to the bar and the men doing their best to attract her attention.

“I could do with a walk in the night air to get all the smoke in here out of me, anyway,” Thakkor said as he stood. He stepped over to pull out Alicia’s chair, and then offered her his hand to help her rise.

Alicia couldn’t fight her blush, or her grin. Every story she’d ever read about knights in shining armor flashed back through manavgat escort her head, thoroughly embodied in the handsome man standing before her. For a few seconds, the couple stood staring into each other’s eyes, and then Alicia acted on impulse, maintaining her hold on his hand as she stepped toward the door.

Thakkor’s remark about floating felt very real to her as she walked hand-in-hand with him across the hardwood floor. His grip was somehow both strong and gentle at the same time. His expression took on an almost boyish cast, a sharp contrast to the confident, seasoned warrior she knew. Alicia didn’t need one ounce of womanly intuition to know that he was enamored of her, it was written on his face as plainly as words on a page.

No words passed between the couple as they walked through the darkened city streets and out the gate, though both certainly spoke volumes with their eyes. Alicia’s mind raced, wondering if he might kiss her at the servant’s gate this time. The thought of that nearly made her swoon, and it was all she could do not to stop, stand up on her tiptoes, and kiss him. She quickened her pace unconsciously, and Thakkor matched her perfectly. Moving almost as if one, the pair passed out of the circle of light from the city, toward Alicia’s home.

About halfway between the city and her father’s estate, Alicia felt a chill run up her spine — and not a pleasant one. At her side, Thakkor tensed, his expression darkening and his eyes roaming the moonlit countryside.

“What is it?” Alicia whispered.

“Something isn’t right out here. I don’t know if I heard something, or saw something, or what. Stay close, and be ready to run if I tell you.” Thakkor released her hand and reached for his sword.

At that very moment, men burst from small copses of fir trees on either side of the road. Thakkor snapped his sword in front of him, doing his best to put his body between the men and Alicia. Propriety forgotten, Alicia drew her dagger, adrenaline surging through her body in a torrent as she set her feet, warily watching the men approaching.

She barely heard it, but Alicia recognized the cadence of someone casting a magic spell somewhere nearby. She had just enough time to warn, “Magic!” before the spell wrapped around her.

In a flash of light, she and Thakkor vanished, leaving behind four very confused men with bared swords.

†ΞΞΞ♥ΞΞΞ†

“Where are they? What have you done, you incompetent fool?” The masked man snarled, cuffing the wizard next to him hard in the side of the head.

“I… I don’t know. I cast a simple sleep spell. I assure you that I cast it correctly, and I have no idea what happened.”

“Find them!” The masked man ordered his men. “Find her with your magic, if you can manage to do so without causing another catastrophe,” he then growled to the wizard.

“Of course, Lord. At once.”

†ΞΞΞ♥ΞΞΞ†

Alicia jumped, staring at her dagger in fright. The weapon spit arcs of purple lightning, but she felt nothing when the miniature bolts touched her skin. She did feel her stomach churning, though. At her side, Thakkor looked no less surprised, or green.

“What the hell?” He quietly asked, letting his sword drop. “What was that? Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” Alicia replied, recognizing nothing as she stared off into the horizon, which seemed to stretch out forever. In every direction, fields stretched out to the horizon, occasionally broken by the ghostly specter of what she assumed were trees and bushes.

Thakkor groaned and held his stomach. “Well, at least we don’t have a bunch of swords pointed at us. I feel like my beer’s about to come back up, though.”

Alicia nodded. “I feel nauseous as well.”

Thakkor sheathed his sword, but didn’t tie the peace knot, revealing that he certainly didn’t think that the danger was over. “I think we’re out somewhere on the Great Plains. Never seen anyplace this open except for there.”

“But how?”

“Like you said — magic. Doesn’t make much sense, though. If I was going to magic someone somewhere, I’d at least be there waiting for them.”

“I believe it was an accident. My dagger is magical, and I think it interfered with someone’s spell.”

“So far, it looks like a stroke of good luck. I’ll take lost in the wilderness at night over staring down swords any day.” Thakkor looked up into the night sky and studied the stars until he found his bearings. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’m right that we’re on the Great Plains. That means that Freeland is north.” He pointed off in one direction and continued, “So we need to head that way, and look for some sort of shelter.”

“How far away is Freeland?” Alicia asked, feeling strangely alive despite the complicated circumstances.

“If we’re on the northern edge of the plains, about four days. If we’re anywhere south of there…” He trailed off and shrugged. “Plenty of water out here, lots of game, and edible plants. We may not be terribly comfortable until we get back to civilization, but we shouldn’t have to worry about eating.”

Alicia smiled, thinking that several days alone with the handsome warrior wasn’t an unpleasant prospect. “I’m glad you know how to live off the land. I’m afraid my education is rather lacking in that area.”

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Earth

Spectre Base, Canadian Rockies

August 14, 2019

20:50 PDT (23:50 EDT)

After Jonathan teleported away, Tessa was left with Jonathan’s parents. When Alexandra looked at her face, she was easily able to read the look she saw there.

[Head on to bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes,] she told her husband.

Gabriel yawned. [Alright. Don’t take too long, tomorrow is going to be a busy day and we’ll need our sleep.]

[A few minutes. Go,] she sent, leaning over for a kiss.

When their kiss ended, Gabriel started walking away, and Alexandra took a seat.

“I recognize that look on your face, Tessa.”

“What look?” she replied, somewhat defensively.

“The look of a jealous woman. There is no reason for you to be jealous of Vixa.”

“I’m not jeal…alright, maybe I’m a little jealous. Who is she?”

“To answer that, I’ll need to tell you a story. Jonathan loved playing on the palace grounds, and did so at every opportunity. One day, around six months before the death of his parents, he found a very young Phenidae with a snowy-white colored coat of fur. He brought it to his mother who took care of it until it was old enough to eat solid food. After that, it became Jonathan’s companion and followed him everywhere. He named her Vixa and until very recently, she was in stasis. She was taken out of stasis the same night he met you, and has to spend at least seventy-two hours in quarantine before being released. Every morning, and every night, he goes down to visit and spends some time with her. You’ll probably see her following him around quite a bit after your date on Friday, as she will be let out of quarantine earlier in the day.”

Tessa broke into soft laughter, “I can’t believe I was jealous of a Phenidae. People call them Scyftan foxes here, right?”

Alexandra nodded. “They look similar to Fennec foxes found in the Sahara Desert, big ears and all.”

“I have seen pictures of them, but have never seen one in person. Do they really make it easier for people to learn how to scan other animals?”

“Mhmm. With Vixa, Jonathan learned how to scan animals in only a few minutes of trying. Scyftan foxes tend to draw in the person’s mind, making it much easier.”

“I wish I had one when I was growing up,” Tessa sighed. “It took me days of trying to finally be able to do it.”

“I can sympathize. I didn’t have a Scyftan fox of my own until I was a few hundred years old, so I had to learn the hard way, just as you did. At least being able to do it once means you can do it whenever you like afterwards.”

“That is very true,” Tessa said with a big yawn, before standing up. “I should be getting to bed. Thank you for telling me about Vixa.”

Alexandra stood as well, “No problem, my dear. Make sure to find me in the morning and I’ll introduce you to Selalea and her son Ilnod.”

“I will. Goodnight, Alexandra.”

Alexandra watched her go, and then teleported outside of the room she shared with her husband.

*****

A loud alarm is what woke me up this morning. I had spent a little bit of time after visiting Vixa to look through the small book beside my bed, which details all the functions my room had. I was only interested in the alarm, so after navigating to the appropriate page, I vocally activated the alarm, setting it to wake me up a 06:30.

“Alarm off!” I called out. I threw the covers off of me and swung my legs over the side of the bed while stretching. I was tempted to go back to sleep, but the alarm would continue to go off every minute until my weight was no longer detected on the bed.

I got up and entered the closet, grabbing my armor and anything else I would need while we were in the dungeon today. Making sure I had everything, I exited the closet and deposited everything on my bed before continuing on to the bathroom. I wanted to get going as soon as possible, so I quickly did my business and then took a shower. After drying off, I quickly put on my armor and attached two sword sheaths and two holsters for my spears. I also attached one of my shields to my left arm, but put the other way in storage until we got in the dungeon and I could switch forms.

After equipping myself, I realized that I still had the armguards from the dungeon boss we had killed. I had never actually put them on, and I wasn’t even sure if I should, since I didn’t know if they would work with me shapeshifting or not. If they didn’t, then I would just have to give them to Mason. I decided to ask someone as soon as I got a chance.

I left my room and teleported just outside of the cafeteria. Walking inside, I could already see Ben and the twins, though Mason was nowhere to be seen. If he didn’t show up by the time I finished eating, I’d just have to teleport to his house and drag him out of bed. I also saw Tessa sitting with my mom, dad, Selalea and Ilnod, but I elected to sit with my friends after grabbing some food and coffee.

“Morning, Jonathan,” Ben greeted.

“Good morning, Ben, ladies,” karabük escort I said as I sat down. “Have any of you seen Mason this morning?”

Ben had a mouthful of food, but nodded. He finished chewing and swallowed before elaborating, “I stopped by his house this morning to make sure he would be here this morning. His mom told me he was in the shower, so I teleported here. He should arrive any minute, if he isn’t here already.”

“Perfect. I want to leave as soon as we’re finished eating. Have you checked what the dungeon is at?”

“12%,” he replied when his mouth wasn’t full. “It seems like the amount of people entering the dungeon increased quite a bit since we were in there. We might only get a few hours before it boots us out.”

“That is a lot lower than we were expecting. Have you found another dungeon we can delve into?”

“Two options, actually, depending on what level we hit before we’re booted out. If we hit level eleven, we can go to the Algonquin Park dungeon. It has a rank of 25-II and is at 89%. If we don’t reach level eleven, then Glen Isle is our best bet. It’s a 22-I at 38%.

“Glen Isle?” Anja asked. “Where is that?”

“Right near Carleton Place,” I answered. “Shit…that is an hour long drive, if we don’t hit traffic, and the drive to Algonquin Park is even longer.”

“That’s the best I could come up with on short notice.” Ben said.

“It’s too bad you guys can’t camouflage like I can,” I said, briefly activating and deactivating my ability. “Then I could get a saddle made and fly us to either of those. I’ll come up with something, whether we need to drive or have someone make a portal.”

“What about Abi?” Sonja asked.

I shook my head. “You guys haven’t seen her lately, but she is a hell of a lot bigger now than she was when we went on our little jaunt in space. Later tonight, she’ll be almost nine hundred meters long. There would be nowhere for her to land. I…wait a minute, I might have a solution. Give me a few minutes.”

[Good morning, Abi,] I sent, while digging into my breakfast.

[Hello, Jonathan, can I help you with something.]

[Yes. My friends and I are going to do some dungeons today, but they are quite far away. It would waste too much time driving to them, and we can’t teleport to them since we haven’t been to them before. The cargo bay we’re storing the eggs in is only taking up a small part of the ship, right? Do you think you could make a small landing bay as well as some sort of five-person shuttle-craft we can use to get around quickly?]

[Certainly. It takes a bit of time to create another ship. Do you need it right away?]

[No, you have a few hours, I would think. We’re going to the Gatineau Park dungeon, but it is at 12% and will probably kick us out after a few hours there. Depending on how long that takes, we’ll probably come back to base and eat lunch before continuing.]

[I can absolutely do that, then. Do you have a design in mind?]

I thought about it for a minute and something popped into my brain. Ben would probably get a kick out of it.

[Can you do something like this?] I said as I sent an image of a small shuttlecraft from a Sci-Fi show I like.

[That won’t be a problem. The landing bay will only take a few seconds, but the ship itself will take around two hours or so. You’ll need to come up to me when it is done. At that time, I will download everything you will need to know about it to your mind, as well as modify the Beacon I gave you so you will be able to remotely call it to your location.]

[Awesome! I wouldn’t want to leave it alone, even when shrouded. I was hoping you could remotely pilot it between the moon and my location when I need it, but this is fine too.]

[Alright, I’m starting on it now. It should be done in just under two hours.]

[Thanks, Abi!]

[You’re welcome, Jonathan. Good luck in the dungeons.]

“Alright, I’ve got a solution,” I said.

“Solution to what?” I heard from behind me.

“About time you got here, Mace. The Gatineau Park dungeon is at 12%, so we’re guaranteed to get kicked out of there today. I was securing transportation to one of our other options.”

I looked over when he sat down beside me and saw he was in his full armor, which explained what took him so long.

“Ah, that’s what took you so long. Did you get a new weapon, too?”

“Yup,” he said before taking a drink of coffee. “I’ve actually got an assortment of weapons. There was a perfect copy of my halberd, but I also found a bunch of other two-handed weapons in there. A greatsword, poleaxe, spears, and even a giant hammer.”

“I might have something else for you, as well. We’ll see, I’ll let you know in a minute.”

[Morning, mom. When we killed the boss in the dungeon, I got a pair of bracers. How does that work with this armor and me shapeshifting?]

[Good morning, Jonathan. I had forgotten all about those bracers or I would have explained osmaniye escort it. You know the dimensional storages built into the suit? If you put a piece of equipment into one of those dimensional storages, you will gain the effect that piece of equipment provides. Keep in mind that putting a piece of equipment into the dimensional storage of a suit will soulbind it to you. You can also only gain the benefit from one type of item at once, usually the higher level one. If you get another pair of bracers, you will have to choose which one you would like to gain the benefits from.]

[Can Sonja do the same thing with her ring, or is it different for her?]

[It works for any species. Rings work differently than other items, though, in that you can have as many rings as you have fingers. The catch is that the amount of rings you can have is based off of how many fingers you have in your natural form. That is a total of eight for Scyftans, so your friends will have a slight advantage in that regard.]

[I see, thanks mom. The Gatineau Park dungeon is at 12%, so we’re going to head to either Algonquin Park or Glen Isle when we get booted out. I’ve got Abi making me a small shuttle so we can quickly get around.]

[Alright, be careful, and make sure to keep your speed below twelve hundred kilometers per hour, please. We don’t need you creating sonic booms wherever you go. That would cause people to start asking questions.]

[I hadn’t even thought about sonic booms. I’ll make sure to stay below that speed.]

“Nevermind, Mace. I was going to give these bracers to you,” I said, taking them out of my dimensional storage and putting them in my suit’s dimensional storage. “We can’t wear other armor while wearing these suits, but thankfully there is a solution built in. Sonja, you’re going to want to take off your ring and put it into one of the dimensional storages in your armor when you get suited up. That way, you’ll keep the bonus of the ring.”

“I was wondering how that would work,” Ben said. “What happens if you have duplicates though? I can’t imagine you’ll be able to get the bonuses from two similar items.”

“You’re right about that, I just talked to my mom about it. You can only get the bonus from one type of item, and usually the higher level one. The only difference is rings, where the four of you actually have an advantage over me. Each of you can gain the effects of ten different rings, whereas I can only gain the effects of eight different rings.”

“Why is that?” Anja asked. “You’ve got the same amount of fingers we do.”

“Not in his natural form, he doesn’t. Remember when we saw Alexandra and Gabriel in their natural forms, as well as that hologram? A Scyftan only has four fingers on each hand,” Ben explained.

“That’s right. Oh, one more thing. If you’re wearing a suit of armor and you put an item into the dimensional storage of that suit, it will cause the item to become soulbound to you. Keep that in mind so you don’t soulbind an item by mistake.”

“That would definitely suck. Thanks for the heads up.”

We finished eating breakfast and then Ben and the twins went to go put their suits on while Mason and I went to the lobby. We would be leaving as soon as they got back which meant that I wouldn’t be able to visit Vixa until later in the day. I couldn’t wait until she could leave the quarantine ward, which would actually be after midnight tonight. I would definitely be staying awake to bring her up to my room.

I sat down on one of the couches and took out my phone to look at the time. I was about to take a look at all the skills the twins got when there was a popping sound. Looking up, I saw Ben was finished suiting up. Turning my attention back to my phone, I navigated to our team profile and tapped on Anja’s name so I could look at her skills.

Like the rest of us, she got Legendary Insight and Teleport, and since she has Precognition, she also got the Legendary Mana Regeneration perk. That one perk is what would allow her to get the most use out of Precognition. Her first two new abilities were her movement skills; Shadowstep and Blur. The first would allow her to teleport up to thirty feet away, appearing behind her target, whether that be friend or foe, while Blur was quite a bit different. It would increase her speed for a short amount of time, and help her avoid attacks.

In terms of offensive abilities, she didn’t get anymore melee ones, but she did get two frost spells. Ice Shard would give her an ability so she could do damage without being in melee range, while Conjure Frost would allow her to do additional frost damage with every attack.

Rounding everything out were two new legendary perks, Spellblade and Hemorrhage. The first is the same one I have, while Hemorrhage will make all her attacks cause enemies to bleed for some pretty hefty damage. It doesn’t have the health regen reduction that my ability does, but I can take care of that.

Having marmaris escort taken a look at Anja’s abilities, I was about to take a look at Sonja’s when I heard a series of pops, one right after the other. I stood up and looked over to the twins. They were dressed identically, and it would be impossible to tell them apart, if not for the handle-like object hanging from one of their wrists and the ability to differentiate between their minds.

“New bow, Sonja?” I asked.

“Yup,” she answered, quickly moving her hand causing the momentum to have the handle land in her palm. She channeled her mana into it and a recurve bow quickly formed.

“What, no compound bow?”

“I have one of every bow in storage right now, but want to give a recurve bow a shot. If it doesn’t perform well then I’ll switch to something else.”

“Oh, cool. Everyone ready?” I asked. I looked around and got a nod of affirmation from everyone. “Alright, let’s head out, we’ll meet at the parking lot before going in.

Nods were followed by each of them teleporting out, and I followed right behind them.

*****

Earth

Gatineau Park Dungeon, Quebec

August 15, 2019

07:08 EDT

It only took me one teleport and I was standing in the parking lot outside of the building leading to the dungeon. Looking around, I saw Ben and the twins were already here, so we were just waiting on Mason. About thirty seconds later there was a pop and he arrived as well. We made our way inside the building and walked over to the waygate. One after another, we stepped on the waygate and were transported down to the sixth level of the dungeon.

“Alright, give me a minute. I’m going to shift into my hybrid form,” I said, when we were all together.

Shifting took a minute or so, and when it was finished, I took my other shield out of my storage and fastened it to my lower-right arm. I would just be going with my spear and shield for now, but it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra shield handy incase I needed it.

“I still think that’s so fucking cool,” Mason said with a laugh.

“It will be even cooler when I can wield four weapons effectively,” I replied. “When we begin our melee weapons training, I’m going to see about wielding four swords.”

“You mean like that robot guy in Star Wars? The one with four lightsabers?” Anja asked.

“General Grievous, you mean, and he’s a cyborg, not a robot,” Ben answered.

“Something like that, though I don’t know about the lightsabers,” I replied with a chuckle. “Well, that is enough waiting around. Is everyone ready?”

The answer I got was Mason and the twins channeling mana to activate their weapons, while Ben just took his Magewood staff out of his inventory.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, let’s go,” I said, activating my own spear and shield.

Now that we were getting deeper into the dungeon, this level looked more man-made compared to levels one through four. It was very similar to the fifth floor, but the hall we were in was less cramped, and didn’t seem like a maze at all. After a minute of walking, we came across a wooden door on the left-hand side of the hallway. We could have continued past it, but we decided to open it and see what was on the other side.

As soon as the door opened, torches around the room lit up showing a group of six Skeletons standing in the middle of the room. I didn’t see any bows or staves, so it seemed like they were all Skeletal Warriors. Fairly weak ones, at that. Some of them were equipped in full armor, while some only had a few pieces. None of it was in very good condition either. I could see a lot of holes and rust in the metal armor, and that continued on to their weapons as well. Most of them used rusty swords and shields, though two of them were using two handed weapons. One with a poleaxe, and the other with a maul.

They seemed to have noticed us and began to amble over. That prompted Mason to move in, activating Whirling Leap. As soon as he landed, he absolutely obliterated the entire group of skeletons, which sent bones flying all over the place. A torso actually landed by me, with the skeleton still moving, trying to claw its way over to me. I walked over to it and stomped on it’s head.

“What the hell was that, Mason?” I asked.

“What? This stuff is easy peasy. I figured we want to get through the dungeon as soon as possible so we can move onto something a bit more challenging.”

“Well, how about saving some for the rest of us,” I replied, taking my phone out of my storage.

I was close to leveling when we stopped after killing Jihm the other day, and that group of skeletons were more than enough to level. I put four points into Constitution and the remaining three points into Strength. I was instructed not to put any points into Intellect for a while, since that would really mess up the window we’re aiming for to transport the dragon eggs. I put my phone away when I was done, and looked around the room.

There wasn’t anything special about the room. It was a square with a torch in each corner, and door on the opposite side from where we came in.

“So, through the other door, or back down the hall?” I asked.

“Let’s try the door,” Ben answered. “There could be a chest or some other treasure behind it.”

“Or more skeletons to kill!” Mason said.

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He awoke, head swimming and eyes in a daze. His vision was blurred, but after trying to look around for a few seconds, it cleared. He checked out his current situation. He was on a lab table, but facing vertical. Both his arms and his legs were clamped to the table, offering no room to move. He began to feel panic rising, however, he tried calming it by looking around.

He noticed that a large vat of some black, bubbling liquid stood off to the side of the room he was in. A girl, he might have known her, was strapped to a table opposite of him. She was short; however her breasts and ass were anything but small. She was wearing only a bra and a thong, pink and white in colors. She wasn’t fat, but her stomach was flat; it stood out the tiniest bit, just enough for it to be attractive. She had brown hair, which hung down behind her. Her eyes were close, as if unconscious.

A door opened, and a strange, hooded figure strode out. He tried to move, but found that he was paralyzed. He stood bahçelievler escort helpless as the hooded man scribbled something down on a clip board. He managed to see a paper that was hanging next to his table. His name was Jack, and he was 19. How had he not known that?

The man walked over to the girl’s table, and spoke a few words. Her eyes fluttered open, but they were distant. He unclamped her arms, and as he lowered to get the restraints off her legs, he brushed against her thong, pushing it slightly into her pussy.

She stood, motionless. He said a few inaudible words, and she walked over to a set of stairs leading to the giant vat. He walked up behind her and unclasped her bra, her breasts falling lightly. He then reached across in front, squeezed her crotch, and then slowly ran his hands down her slit-area. He then removed her undergarments, and tossed them aside. He slipped a finger into her pussy and bağcılar escort began moving back and forth. After about 30 seconds, she began moaning.

The man uttered a command, and the girl stepped forwards, sinking down into the black liquid. It was no longer bubbling however. The thick, black liquid came up to her neck. She sat there for what appeared to be minutes, and then slowly made her way out.

She was black, covered with something that appeared to be liquid latex. Her nipples were erect, and her pussy was dripping. She had fingered herself while in the vat, the only evidence was that her pussy was spread open in a solidified state. The black liquid had made a cast of her.

She slowly moved to the side of the vat, and waited. The man came over to Jack, who now stood erect. He was told some words, which he could not understand, and was compelled to move. Against his will, he made his way over to the vat, and ümraniye escort slowly got in. His hand moved slowly down to his cock, and he began to masturbate. His vision was on the naked girl, so it didn’t take long.

He got out and stood next to her, unsure of what he was doing. Another door opened, and a girl walked out. She held in her hand, a 9″inch dildo. It was as black as the liquid. She handed it to the girl, and walked away. The girl began to jerk the dildo, eventually rubbing it against her pussy. After about a minute or two, the dildo began to jerk. She placed the end into her mouth, and a white creamy liquid spilled out. She then handed it to Jack, liquid seeping down her throat. He felt himself rubbing the dildo, but his own cock was feeling the same thing. He began to move faster, wanting release. The dildo squirted the liquid into his mouth as well. His mind went numb.

The black casts were peeled off of there bodies, and switched. Jack now stood in front of the girls ‘suit’, and her in front of his. He stepped into the suit, it forming around him. Hers was doing the same. He felt his cock itch, and throb… His nipple areas ached, as if being pulled. He gasped, and looked next to him. The liquid was being absorbed into the girl’s skin. Suddenly, he was a girl, and she was a guy. What was going on?!

To be continued…

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Freya opened her eyes. She stared at what seemed to be a ceiling for a while, listening to the sounds around her. There was a low level humming or rumbling sound, difficult to identify, but apart from that, there was nothing. No birds, no traffic, no sounds of normal human activity in England. Freya gave up trying to remember where she was and sat up to look around. The room was large and very modern, with minimal decor. In fact, there was nothing to tell her where she was. And no door. And no light switches. There was some dim lighting, but she couldn’t see any lights. She sat there, trying not to panic before trying to figure out why she was in a large white box with a bed and nothing else.

She looked down at herself. She seemed to be wearing some sort of skin suit, rather like a stinger suit or an all-over rash vest. It was black, tight and a bit too revealing for Freya’s comfort. Her head suddenly snapped up and she stared at the wall with her mouth open…oh god, someone had taken her out of her clothes and squeezed her into this outrageous outfit! Oh god…the aliens!

Freya whimpered as all the memories came flooding back. “You are mine.” Was the last thing that the Ankhiran had said to her before she had passed out. She slumped back onto the pillows, blood rushing to her cheeks as she remembered the kind of dreams the alien and his words had prompted. Freya ran her hands over her now-sensitive breasts, pausing over her nipples, feeling them tighten and stand to attention. She groaned as her last dream coming back to her in technicolour. Closing her eyes, she ran one hand down between her legs, and started to slowly massage herself, squeezing her thighs together over her hand.

Oh god! What was she doing? She should be finding her way off this ship not giving herself gratuitous orgasms! She sat up, reluctantly removing her hands. Right, what first? Find a way out of the white box…

Twenty minutes late, Freya sat down on the bed, despairing. There didn’t even seem to be any seams in the walls, let alone cracks or gaps to indicate a door. What about a bathroom? She was starting to get a bit desperate when a section of the wall slid open and the alien walked into the room.

“You’re awake.” He came and stood before her, towering over her. He was even more gorgeous than Freya remembered.

She quickly stood up and blurted out “I need a bathroom!” He laughed and gestured to a bare patch of wall next to the bed. Like the other door, a part of the wall seemed to slide across, allowing Freya to step through. Well, thought Freya, at least they seem to appreciate the value of a big luxurious bathroom. The shower (if indeed it was a shower) intrigued Freya; there were no nozzles or handles inside the cubicle and only one button on the outside. Oh well, can’t be thinking about that right now. Freya took her time relieving herself and washing her face, using the time to coordinate her thoughts. What to do? Should she try and escape? What would the alien do to her if she got caught? Could she help the other women?

Thinking hard, Freya wandered over to the full length mirror and gasped with horror. Dear god, what were they thinking putting her into what was basically a lycra wetsuit?! She knew she was not thin any more, but she hadn’t thought she could look this bad! Her once toned body was now nearly two stone overweight, but the skin tight outfit was making it look more like four!

Freya jumped away from the mirror as the door opened without warning and the alien stepped in the room. “Hey! I was still using this room!”

“You were taking too long.” His eyes glimmered in the dim lighting. “There are a few things we need to get sorted out before we jump into hyperspace.”

“Hyper….what? No, no, no, NOOO! This is not real!” Freya wailed.

The alien sighed. “Let me show you how real this is.” He walked over to the bed and waved his hand. A part of the wall above the bed vanished to reveal a window. Freya tentatively left the bathroom and stared at the black sky, spotted with millions of stars. She had never seen a sky like it. And then she moved closer to the window and looked down. She gulped. So that was what the earth looked like from space. She could actually see the earth, all of it, complete with the moon.

Freya almost lost control at that point. She was in space! üsküdar escort How was she going to get home now? She sat down on the bed as her legs refused to support her. Her whole body began to shake in reaction. The alien sat on the bed next to her and attempted to draw her into his arms. As if scalded she leapt of the bed and whirled around to confront the reason for her misery.

“No! No, this is all your fault! Don’t touch me!” Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she tried desperately to stop her bottom lip wobbling. “I want out of here. I want to go home!”

He moved so fast that she had no time to dodge him. Before she knew it she was on her back on the bed with the alien using his body to hold her down. He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly saying “You must try to accept that it is no longer your home Freya. Your new home is with me, on Ankhira.”

Freya stared up at him through tearful eyes, swallowing hard as she realised that he was lying between her legs and she could feel something hardening against her pelvis. Play along, her mind screamed at her, play along, use him and find a way to escape!

She licked her dry lips and noticed that his eyes followed the movement. The hot look he gave her left her in no doubt that he wanted her. Maybe, just maybe, she could use this…

“You want me to live with you? But…but I don’t even know your name.” Freya made herself lie still and looked up at the alien questioningly.

He smiled down at her, pleased that she wasn’t struggling too much against her fate. “My name is Cael. I know that this situation is not what you would wish for, but I promise I will take care of you and make you happy.”

“Uh…ok.” Freya stared at Cael. Well, she thought, he doesn’t seem so bad. For a kidnapper and slave trader. “Um, do you think you could possibly find something different for me to wear? It’s a very nice outfit but I feel a bit…uh…constricted in it.” Never mind the fact that she looked like a beached whale. She felt like she should be listening for the whistle of a harpoon and a cry of ‘thar she blows’!

“Sure,” Cael climbed off the bed and walked over to the wall, which slid open to reveal a wardrobe. Freya’s mouth dropped open as he pulled out the smallest skirt and top she’d ever seen and held it out to her.

“You have to be joking. Please be joking…” Cael just shook his head and offered the tiny pieces of cloth again. Freya gritted her teeth as she tried to control her temper “I am not wearing that! I wouldn’t even fit into it!” Way to make a girl feel like crap, thought Freya, what an asshole!

Cael sighed and, grasping her arm gently, pulled her off the bed and out of the room, leaving the skimpy outfit on the bed. They walked down several corridors, all of which looked identical, until they came to a room which contained nothing but three large white boxes. Cael stopped at the first white box and said something in his own language. A door into the box opened and Cael finally turned to Freya.

“In forty eight hours we will be jumping into hyperspace. It doesn’t actually have any effect on the body, but everyone on the ship will be put into cryo-stasis; the reason being that, even at hyper-speed, we won’t reach Ankhira for another three months.”

Freya felt her blood turn to ice at this. She only had forty eight hours to get herself and the others off the ship. Oh bugger. She eyed the white box with trepidation. “So is this some sort of cryo-thingy then?”

Cael laughed “No, but I guess you could call this the ship’s doctor. It checks your health and fixes whatever needs fixing. Everyone has to go into it before being put into cryo-stasis, and while stasis shouldn’t affect you physically, we have laws stating that unless you are confirmed to be in perfect health you cannot be put into a stasis box.”

“Oh, ok.” Freya curiously looked inside the box and saw that there was a bed in the middle of it. “So I just go in and lie on the bed?” She looked up at Cael. Her eyes narrowed as she caught the smirk that disappeared quickly from his face.

“Yes, but first…” Cael paused “you need to take your clothes off.”

“What? Why?”

“Because the box can’t scan you properly if you’re wearing clothes; it confuses the sensors.” He gaziemir escort put his hand up to her face, stroking her cheek gently “And you’re going to have to take your clothes off in front of me at some point soon anyway.”

Freya tried to step away from him, only to have him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her up against him. She refrained from struggling, not wanting to make him angry, just in case.

Cael’s lips drifted over her cheek, seeking her lips. Freya jumped when one hand moved up over her breast and squeezed gently. Go along with it, she told herself, make him think he can trust you. Anyway, it’s not as if he’s repulsive…

His lips settled over hers and she lost herself in the kiss as his tongue delved into her mouth. His fingers found her nipple and tormented it as his other hand found the opening to her suit at the back of her neck. As the suit was slowly pulled off her shoulders and down, his mouth pulled away from hers and he began kissing his way down her neck. Suddenly she was pushed up against the side of the box and a muscular thigh was pushed between hers, holding her in place. She was unprepared for the explosion of heat between her legs as his hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She felt him roughly bite and suck the skin on her neck and gasped loudly as Cael ground himself against her. OK, this was bad, she had to stop him somehow, before she became too turned on to think! But, oh god, it felt so great….

“Please,” she gasped “wait, please stop.” She grasped his shoulders and tried to push him away.

“Why?” Freya’s eyes and mouth slammed open as his hand quickly made its way under the skin suit and down to her wet pussy. His fingers rubbed along her, seeking the source of the moisture gathered there. She quickly grabbed at his wrist, almost panting “Please, don’t, you have to stop.” And then an idea started to form in her mind….

“Why?” Cael asked again, still rubbing his fingers along the lips of her vagina. His green eyes bore into hers, daring her to tell him why they should stop.

She stifled a groan, but managed to look abashed as she lowered her eyes modestly. “Because, I…I’ve…uh…never done this before.” She blushed at the lie, but noted his startled look with satisfaction.

“You’ve never lain with a man?” Freya saw that Cael was looking down at her with surprise. She thought of the cat in the animation Shrek and did her best to imitate his limpid-eyed look. “No, I’ve just….never….found anyone I….uh…wanted to…um….make love to.” Oh god was she going to hell for this one or what! Detesting herself, Freya then thought of Marilyn Monroe and managed to make her voice all breathy and excited “I just want my first time to be….special.” She looked up at Cael pleadingly.

Cael looked down at her, no expression on his face. Finally he released her, but not before he pressed a searing kiss on her lips. “I will leave you this time, but we will be together, soon.” He said as he gazed down at her with hooded eyes. Freya felt her pulse and her breathing quicken as her treacherous mind went to town on the imagery. “But you still have to take your clothes off…”

Freya’s face turned scarlet as he helped her strip out of the skin suit. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass and her damp arousal was plain to see once the skin suit was pulled below her hips. Cael’s hand on her leg tightened as his eyes swept over her incredibly turned on body, but then he just pulled the skin suit over her foot and stood up. As she turned to go into the box, Cael’s hands stopped her and keeping her back to him, said “What’s this? You are part of some tribe?”

For a minute, Freya had no idea what he was talking about, and then it hit her. “Oh you mean my dragon?” Two thirds of Freya’s back was taken up with a silhouette of a beautiful Chinese style dragon, all in black only, stretching from her right hip to just under her left shoulder. He was her pride and joy, ever since she had had him tattooed on five years previously. “No tribe, just me.” She smiled at Cael and stepped into the box.

“Lie down on the bed and just relax.” Freya did as he said and watched him close the door. As soon as she heard the lock turn she started laughing. Virgin my ass! Twenty sancaktepe escort five year old virgins were a rare breed indeed in England. Almost extinct in fact! And nothing could have been further from the truth with regards to Freya. She shivered a bit, wondering what he would do if he figured out that she was lying. But then, if she had anything to do with her future, he would never be finding out. She looked around the box, wondering when something would start happening. Suddenly she felt her eyes grow heavy and recognised the feeling. Oh no…not again….

Freya woke with a start. She looked around and realised that she was back in the white box/room. She lay there, knowing something was different, but unable to put her finger on it. She felt different. And horny. Damn that man, she thought as she remembered what had happened. She giggled as she remembered that she was now meant to be a virgin. Wow, she felt seriously horny…maybe she should give herself a quick orgasm before leaving the bed. Her hands delved under the covers to find her breasts. That’s funny, they felt different. Freya pulled the covers down and stared at her breasts. Except that she was pretty sure they weren’t hers… She leapt out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, throwing herself in front of the mirror. Unable to believe what she was seeing, Freya alternatively touched the mirror and herself. There was another woman staring at her from the mirror…except…Freya stared hard at the other woman’s face and realised that it was actually hers. She hadn’t been body-snatched or anything, she was just thin and fit again. So that was what he meant by ‘in perfect health’? Hmm, well, she couldn’t complain about the results so far. She examined herself a bit more, feeling her nipples harden, almost painfully. Wow, talk about super sensitive! Her hand drifted down to her thighs. Ooh, there was now no hair on her body; none at all. It was every girls dream come true! She pressed her hand against her mound and oh yeah, she was now seriously sensitive! She gasped as her fingers delved in, rubbing over her clitoris. God she was so wet! It was so easy to slip a finger into herself, and then another one, and then another one. Freya began panting as she sank down to her knees, her legs spread wide. Oh god…she wanted so much more, but she knew from past experience that three fingers were all she could take. Her hips began bucking slightly as she moved the fingers inside her. Slowly she withdrew them and began rubbing her juices further up towards her clit. Her breath shuddered out of her as she neared orgasm and began to rub faster, her juices now coating her whole hand. Her head went back, her mouth hanging open as her other hand teased and pulled her nipples. She listened to her own heavy breathing and cries of pleasure and the incredibly erotic sound of her soaking pussy sucking at her fingers, and then the world went white as her orgasm hit her.

Freya looked at herself in the mirror again; she was out of breath, her hair was a mess, she was sweaty and flushed, but damn she looked good! She laughed at herself; that was the best orgasm she’d ever had! She looked at herself again. That box had done such a good job on perfecting her body. Hey, even that annoying scar in her cleavage had been removed! Freya was amazed as she realised that her body literally was perfect, there were no blemishes anywhere! Uh…wait a minute. Freya spun round and stared at her back.

Cael was on the bridge finalising the flight plan for their journey through hyper-space. He figured it would be time to check on Freya soon. He was looking forward to spending more time with her, guessing that she would revel in having a new, perfect body. She was sure to thank him for that, and the fact that he’d increased her sensitivity. He smiled as he thought of her.

And then they heard the scream; it was not a scream of fear, it was the sound of pure rage!

Cael’s second in command, Aesico, turned to him with an evil grin on his face. “I think I’ve just won our bet, old friend. I’m reckoning she’s just a little upset with you for removing her dragon! How about another bet? Twenty Credits says that you don’t get out of that room alive!”

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Just a quick note to say thank you to those who voted and those who have left comments; it was so encouraging to be told that my main characters are popular with the readers.

I’m also going to apologise in advance for any long gaps between installments; I’m currently at university and while I love my writing, studies come first! So never fear, I may take a while but I promise that I won’t leave this story unfinished!

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Alluna stared at her reflection in disbelief. Angel, Rowie and Anniel grinned behind her.

“You look totally hot.” Anniel clapped her hands, excitement making her eyes shine.

Angel folded her arms over her belly with a nod. “Yes. I do believe Zak is going to be quite pleased.”

Rowie had her fingernails in her mouth and squealed out a laugh. “Holy shit, Goliath’s gonna cum in his pants.”

Rowie held up her hand and both Angel and Anniel gave it a smack over her head.

“It’s called a high five, Alluna.”

Rowie remained holding her hand up, obviously waiting for Alluna to repeat what the other two women had done.

She turned and high-fived Rowie. They all cheered.

In that moment, Alluna felt…like part of the family.

Her eyes welled. She had a family. Her smile grew and she turned back to the mirror.

Her bustier was a piece of art made of a mirror-like alloy carved with intricate designs and held in place with a stretchy fabric that wrapped around her back. She wore an undergarment that consisted of a small triangle barely covering her sex, held in place by rhinestone-studded straps that curved over her hips and joined in the back to disappear between her buttocks. A filmy white material draped from her hips to her ankles, open in the front to show her long legs and high-heeled strappy stilettos. The sparkling straps of her undergarment peeked naughtily over the top of the low-slung skirt.

Anniel and Rowie had designed her make-up, making Alluna’s eyes look sultry and lips kissable with a shimmering gloss. Angel had finished the beautiful effect by pulling the front of her hair back with diamond-studded pins, to tumble down her back in a fall of spiral curls.

“A few more touches,” Rowie said, draping a choker of diamonds around Alluna’s neck. The diamonds dripped down her cleavage ending in a single black onyx nestled between her breasts.

Anniel and Angel secured diamond bracelets around her wrists.

“There.” Anniel grinned as they all stepped back to admire her. “Now you really look like a princess.”

Rowie placed her hand on Alluna’s shoulder and looked at her grimly. “Alluna, whatever you do, make sure you’re around one of us at all times. Don’t trust anyone that isn’t one of us.”

“Don’t drink anything that any stranger gives you,” Anniel added.

“Don’t talk to reporters. They’ll twist everything you say,” Angel also advised with a frown.

Rowie stroked Alluna’s cheek with a smile. “Don’t worry about anything. Zak will watch over you.”

“As well as the rest of us, Luna,” Anniel smiled hugging Alluna from the other side.

“If anyone tries anything, they’ll taste this…”

Alluna’s eyes widened when she saw Angel reach up and pull a flaming sword from thin air. The pregnant girl adopted a battle-ready stance and swung the sword in a perfect arc. The blade whistled through the air, fire dancing alone its lethal looking edge.

“Oh, my,” Alluna said in awe.

Angel’s full lips turned up in a wicked smile, her enormous blue eyes staring at Alluna from beneath dark lashes. “You’ll be well protected, Luna. You’re one of us now.”

Alluna’s throat tightened with emotion. “Th-thank you.”

The girls converged on her with a heart-felt hug.

***

They piled into Anniel’s Viper. Since Rowie and Angel would return with Remi and Devon, they left their transports in Alpha 7.

Angel still didn’t quite have the grasp of using her powers to travel and fold space, so she talked with Alluna while Rowie and Anniel concentrated on taking them to a planetoid called X.

“I’m of Crystalian descent, but was born and bred in Grei captivity.”

Alluna’s eyes widened. “How awful.”

Angel looked down at her belly, her hands covering it protectively. “It was. A nightmare.” Her eyes rose to meet Alluna’s once more, and Alluna saw the haunted look they had. “I was trained to be a whore. They’d put us in holo-sim tanks and virtually mated us with every compatible species there is.” Her eyes became glazed, her look far away. “S-sometimes… they weren’t compatible.”

Alluna’s heart sped up when tears appeared in the other girl’s eyes. Reaching over, she put her hand over Angel’s, making her start and focus on Alluna again.

Angel attempted a smile. “The first time I bled, they pulled me from my cage and took me to the Xenar slave market. There I was put up for sale.” She swallowed. “That’s where Lady Serena found me. She’s the high priestess of the Venushtian temple on Venushti. She’d had a vision and came to rescue me.”

“That’s… amazing,” Alluna said sincerely. “How did you meet Devon?”

Angel grinned. “I was to become a priestess and my task in proving my worth was to retrieve a holy relic that belonged to one of our defiled shrines. A demon that had been locked away in a frozen black orb.”

Alluna felt terror shimmy up her spine. “D-demon?”

Angel nodded. “Devon.”

Now Alluna’s jaw dropped. Devon was a demon? The image of his inhumanly white zonguldak escort skin, impossibly black hair, and glowing blue eyes came to mind.

“We’re almost there,” Anniel interrupted.

Alluna looked at her and then the swirling kaleidoscope of stars beyond the glass top of the Viper.

“Why did your mother have you locked away in a tower?”

Angel’s question startled Alluna. She turned back to her, her brows furrowed as she thought. “She said the villagers would hurt me if I ever ventured out.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed. “But she went out, didn’t she?”

Alluna blinked. “Well… um… yes.” Mama never stayed with Alluna.

“And she slept in the tower with you?”

“N-no. She only came to bring me food every few moon cycles.”

Angel just looked at her. “Did you put a love spell on Zak?”

Anniel and Rowie looked at Alluna this time.

Alluna shook her head. “No, I—I … um…” Alluna frowned. She’d been practicing her Echize di’ Drakkur, Dragon’s Lure. “I don’t know exactly what it’s supposed to do other than lure a dragon to me,” she finally admitted.

“You almost had Remi too,” Rowie cut in.

Alluna stared at her wide-eyed. “Remi?”

Rowie nodded. “It was his fault Zak was near your tower in the first place. He opened a portal and Zak fell through. We came looking for Zak—Seth, Rem and me. When we were close to the tower Remi started acting strange…” Rowie rolled her eyes, “more than usual. He started walking like a zombie toward the tower. If it weren’t for Seth, he might’ve broken his neck by falling into a secret tunnel a few paces from the bottom of the tower. We found Zak inside your tower, but he wasn’t himself, and hasn’t been himself really ever since that day.”

Alluna nibbled her lip, worry clutching her innards. Did Zak want her because of a spell she inadvertently put on him? How could she break the spell? Her heart began a frantic staccato against her ribs. Did she really want to break the spell? What if he didn’t want her anymore afterwards?

“Incoming communication,” Anniel said breaking the tension.

The Viper’s only electronic equipment blinked to life. The pale face of a male appeared on the com-unit screen. His hair was deep red and eyes a grey so light they looked white.

“Ah, Midnight Rose. We were expecting you.”

Alluna bit back her gasp. The handsome male was a vampire, his fangs glinting pure white between rose-hued full lips.

“The boys are already there, I’m assuming,” Rowie answered.

The vampire nodded. “You assume correctly. Your escorts are waiting. I’ve already signaled them to meet you. Do you have a relay?”

Anniel looked at Rowie with a raised brow. Rowie laughed. “We’re in our Viper’s coming from Signus. No relays in here.”

The vampire smiled, his fangs showing even more. “No matter. I’m sure they will find you. I’ll tell them to open their minds to you. Try to make contact.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think I feel them,” Rowie whispered.

More silence.

“Yes,” Anniel nodded. “That’s them.”

Alluna saw Angel peering out of the glass and looked also. At first, she saw nothing, but then eight silver dart-shaped pods appeared before them. The pods surrounded the Viper all around. One stopped in front, two hovered over them, two more flanked either side, and two lined up behind them. The last one dipped below their Viper.

They moved forward in perfect formation. After a few minutes, Alluna saw a cluster of planetoids. They circled a small yellow star.

“Haddasha is on Ibannia. A small planetoid about the size of Earth’s moon,” Anniel informed Alluna. “Its atmosphere is artificially generated, and, like the moon, the same side is always facing the sun.”

“Haddasha was built on the dark side of Ibannia, on an extinct volcano,” Rowie added.

Alluna watched mesmerized as the planetoid loomed closer. The rays of the sun behind it gave it the illusion of a black sun. It was beautiful. The closer they flew in the more details Alluna saw. Like the fact that the entire dark side of the planetoid was peppered with thousands upon thousands of lights, twinkling like space around them.

“Haddasha isn’t the only establishment here,” Anniel continued. “Ibannia’s dark side has restaurants, luxury hotels, clubs and a small city were those that either work or own a business here live.”

“What’s on the other side where the sun shines?” Alluna asked.

“Nothing,” Rowie answered. “It’s an inferno. Nothing could ever survive there.”

They dipped lower, until the formation of cities and transports were seen clearly.

The lights were blinding. Buildings made of glass and metal soared high twisting into fascinating shapes she never could have imagined in her wildest dreams. More transport pods surrounded them.

“Reporters,” Angel snorted.

The view was blocked. There were too many transports surrounding them, but then they melted away to reveal a large, dark grey castle. Its’ bursa escort windows glowed red and golden strobes lit the dark sky from its towers. Alluna saw that the ground around the castle moved, flashes of light flickering like lightning from the strange mass. When they finally landed, she realized the mass was alive. There were millions of beings clamored together around the entrance to the castle. The girls settled the Viper on a red disk about one hundred paces wide.

“Alluna, keep your eyes forward all the time until we get in,” Anniel told her.

“And keep your head up high,” Angel added.

Rowie sighed. “Whatever you do, don’t look scared.”

Alluna gulped. She was actually terrified.

“Zak is in there waiting for you, honey,” Anniel smiled giving her fingers a squeeze. “Think of that.”

Alluna nodded. It definitely helped to think of Zak waiting for her.

My master—she thought, feeling a shiver race through her. She hoped he liked how she looked.

“Everybody ready?” Rowie asked taking a deep breath.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Anniel answered.

The top of the Viper rolled half way open.

“We gotta keep Row hidden until the last moment,” Anniel confided into Alluna’s ear.

The beings were roaring and cheering so loud, it almost left Alluna deaf.

More vampires stood in a line to either side, creating a path into the castle. Anniel helped Angel and then Alluna out of the Viper. They walked a few steps ahead and then stopped. Four vampires, wearing long black cloaks approached the Viper and extended their hands to Rowie.

Alluna thought Rowie looked like a beautiful Queen with her black lace and velvet gown. She pulled back her hair in a mass of twisted braids. It fell to her waist in a tumble of glossy black curls. Rowie placed her gloved hands into the vampires’ and stepped out.

Alluna jumped in alarm when the roaring of the crowd grew louder. Lights were pointed at Rowie and Alluna could hear the name Midnight Rose chanted within the multitude.

“Who’s Midnight Rose?”

Anniel nodded at Rowie. “It’s her stage name as lead singer of Angel of Retribution.”

Alluna’s lips formed an O, her brain bringing to the forefront the information of AOR being an intergalactic rock band composed of vampires. Zak had supplanted the guitarist Imo for a while in another band called Draconius Imorteus, but had also made a name for himself in the music business.

They walked to a flat silver disk in the middle of the long red-carpeted entrance. Once they were all standing on the disk, it rose a few feet in the air and floated forward. The red carpet flowed like a river of crimson over a stone bridge. Alluna gulped when she caught sight of the fiery lava that filled the moat around this castle. The gargoyles she thought were decorations perched around the castle, watched with glowing yellow eyes. One transport hovered too close and two dozen of the demonic creatures attacked it, sending it hurtling out over the crowd. Alluna shivered in terror, hoping they wouldn’t attack them.

Anniel threaded her fingers through Alluna’s, looking down at her with a wide grin. Don’t be afraid, Luna. They won’t hurt us.

Alluna tried to smile back, but the glowing eyes of the snarling gargoyles had a shudder of terror running through her.

The disk approached the arched entrance. Doors were one hundred feet high by fifty wide creaked open a sliver, allowing the red glow from the interior to reflect upon their glossy black surface. Thousands of metal spikes covered the doors and two muscular Orgwards pulled them open wider to allow Remien to step out.

The multitude seemed to grow wild. This time Alluna clapped her hands over her ears.

Remi smiled, helping each one of them down from the disk. He wore black pants layered with metal-spiked belts and chains. His shirt was more like a clingy mesh that showed off his tattoos and nipple piercings, and over that, he wore a long glossy black trench coat that reached the floor.

The breeze ruffled wisps of his red mane. He grinned at Alluna offering her his hand. She grasped it gratefully and stepped down from the disk.

“Holy shit, Luna,” he growled looking at her from head to toe. “Baby, you look totally hot.”

Alluna gave a little start when he brushed his lips over hers.

Remi released Alluna and extended his hand to Rowie. His female accepted his hand and stepped down and into his body. They wrapped their arms around each other and fused their mouths in a fiery kiss. More lights flashed.

Anniel and Angel tugged on Alluna’s hands. She followed them into the castle a little dazed.

Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Lights flashed over a writhing, swaying multitude. The music was unlike anything she’d ever heard, the beat pounding through the soles of her high-heeled shoes.

The interior of the castle had multiple levels, spiraling stairways, and jutting balconies that rose to the malatya escort high-arched ceiling. Large chandeliers made of polished brass and dripping with crystals held thick candlesticks. Golden flames flickered from their tips, casting a soft glow upon the vaulted ceiling. Crimson curtains drifted down around the ribbed columns that supported the vaulted ceiling. Lights of every color imaginable flashed around the cavernous interior.

“We’re at our usual spot,” Remi called out over Alluna’s shoulder.

She turned to look back at him. Remi had Rowie tucked in front of him with his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, his hand resting on her small rounded belly.

Rowie’s face was flushed, her fangs gleaming in the flashing lights as she smiled and gestured Alluna to follow Angel and Anniel’s lead.

They wove their way through the throng of alien beings, deeper into the mammoth stone structure.

Alluna could feel the floor sloping down. There were raised pedestals where only a few beings lounged. A red force field kept everyone else out

“Those are the VIP areas,” Rowie said over the loud music. “The closer the VIP area is to the center of the club, the more important the patron.”

Alluna narrowed her eyes and looked toward the center of the vast dance floor. A flash ahead caught her attention. Devon was grinning and waving at them. She could see his bioluminescent eyes. There were other dark figures with him, but too many for her to make out.

It seemed like forever before they reached the circular VIP area of the Alpha Angels. It was in the dead center of the club. Two gargoyles stood watch at the entrance of the sectioned off area. It was a few feet higher than the rest of the dance floor and had a spectacular view of the entire club.

Devon stood at the entrance of the VIP area and greeted them when they stepped up onto the pedestal.

Alluna watched when he brushed a kiss over Anniel’s smiling lips and then wrapped his arms around Angel. The pretty blonde melted against him as his mouth engulfed hers. Angel’s arms went around his neck while Devon’s hands roamed her back and cupped her ass to pull her into his groin. He moaned as his hips rolled against hers.

The feel of Remi’s arm going around Alluna’s shoulders startled her for a second, making her glance briefly at him. Remi still had his arm wrapped around Rowie, his eyes glinting in amusement at Angel and Devon who looked as though they were about to crawl into each other’s clothes at any moment.

“Hey, you two,” he snickered, “get a room for fuck’s sake.”

Angel jumped, tearing her kiss-plumped lips from Devon. She looked dazed for a few seconds before her face turned pink and the leg she’d wrapped around Devon’s legs lowered to the glowing glass floor. Remi barked out a laugh making her frown and then stick her tongue out at him.

“Ha,” Remi scoffed. “I dare you to bring that over here.”

Angel sneered at him as Devon laughed and lifted his middle finger at the red-haired weredragon.

Rowie swatted Remi with her tiny fist, her giggles like tinkling bells. “Behave, you brat.”

Devon’s hand touching Alluna’s arm had her snapping her gaze back to him. She tipped her head back, her eyes going round when he wrapped one big hand around her waist and drew her close. Just like Remien, Devon dipped his head and brushed his petal-soft lips over hers.

“You look beautiful, Luna,” he said straightening with a smile.

“Th-thank you.” Alluna couldn’t help gaping at him. She still thought he looked like a god, inhumanely beautiful.

His head tipped to the side. “Go say hi to Seth.”

She blinked, her hand going to her mouth. Seth. Alluna gasped, remembering she’d turned him into a toddler. Glancing in the direction Devon looked, she saw Seth rising from a high stool at their private bar. There were a few dark-haired males congregated there she didn’t recognize, but it didn’t matter because Seth had all her attention.

It was obviously going to be a night for staggering surprises.

He was no longer a toddler. Her eyes ran over his tall, lean, broad-shouldered length. Seth wore a long glossy black coat, its’ collar high and tight around his neck with metal buttons marching down his torso in two rows to just below his waist, fitting him like a glove. From there, it flared out to sweep the floor, the split center revealing black velvety pants and tight boots laced up to his knees.

But it was not his eye-catching attire that had her jaw dropping. As he stood, his hair, that once just barely brushed the back of his shoulders, now spilled forward in a silken fall of platinum blond to his waist.

He stepped right up to her. She stared up at him suddenly feeling very tiny in front of the six-foot-six Alpha Angel. His eyes .held no warmth and his brows drew closer the slightest bit, making him look stern. “You and I are going to have a little talk on how to restrain impulsive outbursts of power.” Seth’s eyes narrowed as he waited for her response.

Alluna winced with a gulp. “Y-yes sir,” she replied feeling chagrined. He had every right to be angry with her, but to her surprise, Seth leaned down and put his mouth over hers in a soft kiss that had her sighing.

“Welcome to the family, Luna,” he said when he lifted his head to look at her.

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He saw something in the darkness that night. The bedroom remained warm but something cool graced his skin. Legs began to react to the coolness running up towards his waist, making his legs spread open. Feeling something claw his calves at first, he could have swore the coldness worked up his thighs. It made his manhood started to convulse in due time it relaxed to the soothing touch of something. Eyes opening slightly he looked down to notice nothing, his mind still in a sleep state. They closed temporarily feeling that exotic cold touch work on the outside of his pajamas, his cock stirring underneath pressing up against the waistline of his pants.

He let out a sigh of relief feeling absolutely weightless and in a slight daze. Wondering what was happening, his eyes slanted open just a tad and lifted up his sheet slowly. There between his legs he noticed two red oculars staring right back at him. A wave of sleepiness overcame him as he felt his mind kickback a couple of steps. His mind did not race anymore, now he felt completely comfortable and a quirky smile came to his lips. The temptress of his dreams came to him again and he could of swore he saw a toothy grin smiling right back at him between his legs. That mouth of this darkened specter left nothing to the imagination, he enjoyed her company.

On certain nights she would stir him in sleep, on others she teased his shaft as he slept, sometimes she would appear behind him as he fell asleep against her voluptuous breasts, and others she would just be laying right next to him. Those were the best where she would merely arrive and a hand would drape over her tight little waist; he could easily sleep with his head nuzzled against hers, they would just fall asleep next to each other. This unforeseen goddess would just materialize, give him the night of his life in any way, and then disappear back to wherever she came from.

His mind went backwards just like the previous time, but somewhere he wanted to break this spell just for the time being. He could feel her already, those clawing demonic hands releasing his hard member through unbuttoned pajamas. This was always the good part, where her tongue would lather on the top of his erect cock working the head in clockwork circles. He felt one hand on the base of his shaft, the other nailing the inside of his tuzla escort thighs which let a little precum leak out. But like he thought, this night he wanted it to be different, he just did not want to be taken advantage of.

Tonight he would the turn the tables on his temptress of the night. He practiced this before, he knew a couple of things researching countless nights on the computer. Lifting up the sheets again, he noticed her there suckling working her way all the way down his shaft, and those red eyes noticed him looking, damn they looked so good. But something came over him, a different kind of determination and she noticed his eyes staring back at her with similar intensity.

His blue eyes sparkled, twinkled a little reminding her of the moon lumbering in its clouded castle. Those blue eyes never looked so good and she always seen them, but tonight they were different. There was still that cute smile but those baby blues of his held a different magnetism tonight and she peered inside of them. Those blue eyes looked different…there was something different about him tonight…his breathing was steady and rhythmic just as hers started to become. She didn’t even realize her hand stop running up and down his cock, she just looked up at him, he never looked so handsome, she never really paid attention before.

Her mouth stopped sucking as her draw dropped slightly and she got lost looking at those blue eyes, shining intently, his cornea seemed to pulse, his pupils held some kind of passion as they dilated never even recognizing the seductive grin come to his lips. Those inviting delicious lips smiled down at her as she began to relax against his waist, feeling her own chest match that steady beat of her nightly conquest’s own heart. He looked so weak before so helpless, but now he looked so forceful, so compassionate, so dominant. No words were spoken between the two, not ever, but she wanted to get a closer look, especially at those captivating pools that seemed to incite and beckon her.

She began to crawl up his body, her claws digging into his stomach, she never noticed how soft his skin felt before, how inviting as she continued only to be drawn by his eyes. He could feel her heat against his waist then his stomach then his own chest, her pendik escort breasts pressing up against it in a relaxed fashion. Here she was on top, or was it the bottom? She was so confused, those bluish hues bore right into her and she didn’t care anymore. She felt two hands wrap around her hips as she straddled his own, but for some odd reason she didn’t care, in some weird way she wanted this. A boyish grin came to his lips as he noticed the effect he was having on her, and a devilish smile widened on her own as she lost herself in those mesmerizing endless ocean of his eyes.

Running his hands across her thighs as she straddled his waist, she felt the same cool feeling he felt on those special nights, his fingers teased across her kneecaps, her calves, inside her inner thighs. Tonight he turned the tables and she did not care, she did not want to. Every night she came to him to get what she wanted, and now tonight he was going to get what he desired. None of that mattered now as they both stared into each other eyes, their faces so close to each other, wanting to kiss him, needing to kiss him as she could feel one hand upon her cheek caressing and then felt his fingers trace against her neck.

Automatically almost hypnotically she slipped back into that snuggling position where they would both fall asleep in each others arms on countless nights, her own back to him, her body always on the outside of his own, but tonight it was different. There was no cuddling or drifting off into sleep this time, tonight she felt his own fingers claw at her skin working across her stomach, sliding between her thighs. She collapsed into his chest this time, her back against his own chest, feeling his human heart race and increase in perpetual heat. She felt his own heavy breaths against her neck, his lips worked their magic across her skin.

Still feeling his own fingers inside her, probing her like two slithering snakes. This should not be happening, she wondered, but those thoughts slipped away as she felt him grinding against her, his own throbbing cock brushing against her backside. She always came to him with no holds barred, completely naked, that seductress who was in charge, but then she felt that thick manhood slide between her legs. He kept his own throat maltepe escort against her neck and she could feel his hardened shaft penetrate her from behind, separating her vaginal wall and she felt so exposed, but those thoughts of caring slipped away. She could feel his heavy breaths grace her neck as he began to force himself inside, his rocking first slow but increasing in momentum.

A strong masculine hand came around to squeeze her breasts and she could feel his cock inside her hidden treasure, faster and faster he worked his own mortal magic and it felt good. Gripping her waist with a hardened touch, she felt his cock pound her insides, his motions were solid and fluid. Leaning back against him more, his hand came down between her legs again, his fingers wildly running over the top of her labia. And the faster he played with her, his cock stiffened and hardened, his grinding hips and pulse pounding blasts made her squeal a bit. Tonight she was his and he knew it too.

Even though there was never any words spoken between them, never hearing his temptress, never heard her man say a word. She could feel his lips licking right below her ear, “I want you so bad, are you ready for me?” Just a moan escaped her lips as her head sunk back into the crevice of his neck, her eyes closed in this rush of passion and finally she felt his lips pressing against her own. A kiss was never shared between them before and when their lips locked, she felt his last forceful thrust grinding to a halt, feeling him empty his entire load deep inside of her.

At the same time, the moment he kissed this vixen of his dreams, he felt her pussy succumb and squeeze and contort, wrapping around the head of his cock already unloading his seed, feeling her own liquid coax the rest of that stiffened piece of meat. His mouth felt a sigh of relief emanating from her lips, as they both started to relax. That night things had been different, the tables were indefinitely flipped, the poles warped in different directions, the leader being led. None of it mattered anymore, that night they both slept peacefully but differently.

All those nights of falling asleep behind his temptress, one arm draped over her waist, her head now slept in the nape of his neck and his arms wrapped around her body not wanting to let go. So in the confines of blackened night terrors and distorted dreams, where the blind lead the blind, he subdued that dark ethereal goddess that came to him in his dreams, and she did not mind not one bit. She dreamed that night of a pendulum swinging back and forth, and wondered, I guess it must swing both ways. Tonight he had been the tempter of her dreams.

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The Village of Lire

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He had tethered his own daughter to his cross, saying goodbye as she remained unconscious, mercifully…

She might have seen her father underneath the dark hood.

There had been the ritualistic feast, the entire village gathering and imbibing the ancient blend of herbs and wine.

Except for the elders..

They made the selection after the great joining.

Lire lay on the coast of Scotland, above the Shetland Isles, discovered and yet still strange and apart, subsisting in a pastoral and unchanging Celtic past.

Each year the harvest came.

Each year the elders made their dismal selection.

Condemning one of their most comely daughters to the god.

It had been this way for centuries, a secret known only to the hundreds of this tribe, but the truth of the selection remained known only to those tortured men of the tribe.

Men like Dorran, who year after year watched as their overly fertile wives produced girl after girl, knowing that one day Lire could claim their child.

It was long after the feast.

As one for the last time, the bonfire had consumed them, the drums hypnotic, the drunken and dazed orgy spilling out until every one succumbed to the building lust.

Woolen garments were discarded as the women took turns with the vastly outnumbered younger men and each other, abandoning any sense of decency in a deliberate exclamation of lust and longing.

Each daughter and each mother joined each other in deflowering the sons, çeşme escort swapping and sharing indiscriminately, every forbidden and carnal fantasy expressed in this one bacchanal. In one final goodbye, the tribe truly knew each other, every last caress, touch, and kiss treated as if it might be a last goodbye.

Cara had been covered and dripping with seed. Every hole had been explored. Every taste and temptation experienced until her sated sex had begged her to cease and sleep.

The other elders would help him, but Dorran would fasten her to the cross himself.

He had drawn the black stone.

There came a time in each man’s life when his virility faded. He became one of seven guiding elders, reigning over this prosperous village, uncommonly plentiful and pleasant compared to its surroundings in the dark, cold seas of Scotland.

It was his first year…

It was his daughter…

In the morning, no one would ask, but they would know Carra had gone to be with the gods. And secreted away, there would be tears…

The iron chains fastened around her unconcious wrists, strapping her into position as the cloaked elders retreated towards the temple, Dorran watching, waiting for the end.

He had heard.

He had known.

But Dorran had never before seen it.

The ocean turned green and almost sickly, splashing up as a straight line appeared in the sea, cutting a visible course through water. Dorran’s throat choked at him, every muscle straining against his command to be still, to let what was destined happen…

She had been chosen.

Carra stirred, her eyes opening for the başakşehir escort first time, her hands rattling against the cross. It was worse for her father, watching behind the hood as his daughter’s eyes narrowed to the segmented tentacle rising out of the water, closing the distance between the spiritual realm and their mortal plane.

Lire pushed up into his eldest through the water, its feeler first finding her exposed pussy.

Dorran would always remember the look on his daughter’s face at the end.

At first, her eyes stayed transfixed in that horrified, obedient stare as the god claimed her, pushing his penis inside her used cunt. He had expected this, knowing that the sexual sacrifice would struggle for her freedom, shocked and horrified at being taken from the bacchanal straight to the water god.

That had been enough to ruin his dreams.

But the transformation…

Lire entered her, taking her flesh for its own need. It drove inside of her, pushing a pulsing member inside from underneath the water. The god had his daughter, using her to his own sexual ends to complete the ritual, pushing his seed up and inside every hole of the sacrifice.

Only Carra’s mouth stayed open in a long moan of ecstasy, throwing her used pussy towards the divine, glad and grateful to be chosen for this magnificent climax. She trashed, not in protest, but to loudly proclaim her pleasure in a bleating, unbroken scream of joy.

The god rose from the sea in a dozen different lengths of flesh, driving into her supple young body. It consumed her wholly, wrapping around the restraints to throw its bulbous küçükçekmece escort ends into her mouth. Lire curled its segments around the cross and every inch of the girl’s body, each cum dripping tentacle taking its turn with each of her orifices.

So many of the spouting cock heads took turns with her face, spraying her lips, eyes, noses, and breasts with white foam from the gods. The seed clung in clumps, falling down onto her body as the waves rose up against her.

And underneath the water, Dorran knew the god had bred with his eldest daughter, sliding up inside her pussy and ass with its essence. If it wasn’t for the rising tide, Cara would have been covered in cum, her holes little other than a receptacle for divine amusement.

Her tongue lapped at the seed when it wasn’t trying to touch another pendulous cock, sucking, slurping, and swallowing with a greed unparalleled in any ritual orgy. It was as though every sexual delight practiced again and again on the island had been performed only in preparation for this final submission.

For in that final look, her eyes bleary and reddened through the fluids of the titan, he saw such worship for Lire. The god continued to fuck against her flesh, his inhuman cocks thrusting inside of her with a simultaneous and reciprocal passion.

The two combined, the god tearing the cross from its base in the ocean bed, taking his prize out with him as he disappeared into the horizon.

Leaving the cloaked council of elders watching as the strange green color receded slowly, the village spared for another year…

And as Dorran watched her disappear into the sunrise, tears formed, falling freely down his cheek.

Not for Cara, he had seen the look of heavenly rapture in her eyes…

But for himself… missing her for the rest of his days.

And for his other daughters…

So with the rest of the elders, Dorran knelt into the life-giving waters, fervently praying for another of his fertile daughters to be selected in the coming year.

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