Paranormal Abby: Spanked by the Metroline Slimes!

Backstory: Set in the year 2120. Abby is a holovid producer that focuses on the paranormal. Abby is helped by her dominant android lover Maggie who uses a strange algorithm to find areas where dimensional distortions happen, giving Abby invaluable data on the where and when paranormal events will happen. Then it’s a “monster of the week” episodic style I hope to continue. Please let me know what you think.

This is a one-off of a series I’m working on. I thought you might enjoy it.

Abby crept down the stairs of the Metroline subway. While the system has been abandoned for over 40 years, no one really knows why it is so clean. Many people who “investigate” the ruins of the past say they have spotted blue blurs out of the corner of an eye or see the motion lighting turn on randomly as they casually search the system.

Maggie gave her the rundown before she made the two-hour trip. There is a faint pink haze over the simulation spanning the whole transportation system. Usually the dimensional distortion simulation paints an area pink where the dimensional energy is spotted. Instead, both watched as the faint pink flow seemed like water flowing through the system. Maggie agreed that it should be safe since no one really had an encounter with a creature or entity, and whatever it was, it seems to run away.

Abby turns a corner and stops in her tracks. She sees a small rabbit-sized bright blue slime with three eyes! Abby pulls out her holopad, slowly, lining up the shot.

“All I need is a picture. Just hold still you little cutie!” Abby whispered as she quietly fought with the camera sensor as it distorted due to the sudden spike of the dimensional energy.

Abby finally got the image in sharp focus, her thumb hovering over the capture button. Just as she pressed it, her heel caught on a loose tile, sending her stumbling backward. She flailed her arms, the camera app beeping in protest as she lost her grip on the holopad. The slime, startled by the sudden movement, propelled itself deeper into the subway station with a soft splat.

“Dammit!” Abby hissed under her breath, catching herself before she hit the ground. She scrambled to her feet and snatched up her holopad, checking the image. It was perfect, the slime’s three eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. But her triumph was short-lived; the creature was already disappearing into the darkness.

The automated motion lighting kicked on, casting a harsh white glow down the tunnel as the slime darted further away. Each light flickered to life in succession, creating a trail of illumination that beckoned Abby forward. She hesitated for a moment, a nagging feeling urging her to let it go. No one had been this close to the creatures before, and the unknown always held risks. But Abby was never one to back down from a mystery.

“Come on, Abby, you can’t stop now,” she muttered to herself, determination setting her jaw. She pocketed the holopad and sprinted after the slime, her footsteps echoing in the empty subway.

The trail of lights flickered on ahead of her, guiding her deeper into the station. The air grew cooler, and the faint sound of dripping water mingled with her panting breaths. The slime was fast, but Abby was relentless, her eyes fixed on the next light that would reveal her quarry.

She rounded a bend, her heart racing. The slime was just ahead, its blue form shimmering in the light. Abby pushed herself harder, her muscles burning with the effort. The slime seemed to sense her pursuit, darting around corners and down side tunnels, always just out of reach.

The trail of motion lights continued to flicker on, leading Abby deeper into the subway’s labyrinth. She knew she should be cautious, but the thrill of the chase drowned out any lingering doubts. The slime was her ticket to uncovering the secrets of the Metroline, and she wouldn’t let it slip away.

As she followed the lights, Abby’s mind raced with possibilities. What was this creature? Why did it seem to be leading her deeper into the station? The questions fueled her determination, pushing her to keep going, no matter how far the slime led her.

The lights flickered on ahead, each one a beacon pulling her further into the unknown. Abby’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn’t stop now. The slime was just ahead, and she was closing in.

Abby’s breath caught in her throat as she skidded into the main lobby of the subway. The slime was there, cornered against a wall, its three eyes wide with fear. She slowed her pace, approaching with cautious steps, her hands raised in a nonthreatening gesture.

“Hey, little guy, it’s okay,” Abby whispered, her voice soft and soothing. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The slime quivered, its body pulsating with a soft glow. Just as Abby was about to reach out, the creature let out a high-pitched scream that echoed through the empty lobby. The sound was so piercing that Abby stumbled backward, escort beşiktaş landing hard on her butt.

The ground beneath her began to rumble, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second. It felt like a flood rushing in from all directions. Abby’s eyes darted around, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what was happening.

From every vent, pipe, hallway, and subway tunnel, thousands of blue slimes of all sizes poured into the lobby. They flowed like a living river, their forms shimmering in the dim light. Abby scrambled to her feet, but there was nowhere to run. The slimes surrounded her, forming a wall that stretched as far as she could see.

They kept their distance, maintaining a circle roughly thirty feet in diameter around her. Abby stood in the center, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. The slimes swirled around her, their movements almost hypnotic. She could feel the tension in the air, the collective gaze of the creatures fixed on her.

Taking a deep breath, Abby decided to try and deescalate the situation. She slowly lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the cold floor, her hands resting on her knees. She kept her posture relaxed, her expression calm.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

The slimes continued to swirl around her, their movements agitated but controlled. Abby could see the range of sizes, from tiny droplets to slimes as large as dogs. Their eyes, all varying shades of blue, watched her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

The slimes surrounded Abby, their collective chirps and chitters filling the air with a cacophony of sound. It was almost as if they were cursing her out, their movements agitated and aggressive. The tiny creatures hopped and bounced, their bodies shimmering with a faint blue glow. Abby would have found the noises and their expressive jumps cute if not for the sheer number of them. The sea of slimes was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of unease.

Suddenly, a heavy rumbling echoed from the subway railway tunnel. Abby’s head snapped towards the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. The ground vibrated beneath her feet, the sensation growing stronger with each passing second. The smaller slimes ceased their angry chirping, their attention turning towards the tunnel.

A massive figure emerged from the darkness, its royal blue form dominating the entrance. Abby’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the 15-foot-tall slime, its body pulsating with a deep, vibrant color. The monarch slime moved with a deliberate, almost regal grace, its presence commanding the attention of the smaller slimes. They began to chirp again, but this time their sounds were almost cheerful, a stark contrast to their previous anger.

The monarch slime approached the outer circle of the smaller slimes, its movements slow and measured. The tiny creatures parted respectfully, creating a path for their leader. Abby’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the massive slime draw closer, its size and power evident in every movement.

She rose to her feet, her legs shaky but determined. Slowly, she backed away, her eyes never leaving the looming figure. The monarch slime towered over her, its three large eyes fixated on her with an intensity that made her heart race. The smaller slimes continued their cheerful chirping, seemingly content with the arrival of their leader.

Abby took another step back, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But the sheer presence of the monarch slime held her in place, its gaze almost hypnotic. She swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear and uncertainty.

Abby put her hands up and looked away from the large slime’s three peering eyes as it crept closer to her. The air around her thickened with tension, the smaller slimes’ chirps turning into a chorus of excited squeaks. She could feel their collective gaze on her, but her attention remained fixed on the monarch slime’s looming presence.

The slime’s tentacles, cool and slightly damp, wrapped around her wrists. Abby let out a surprised squeak as the monarch slime lifted her effortlessly into the air. Her feet dangled beneath her, the ground growing further away with each passing second. The sensation of being suspended was both thrilling and unnerving, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Abby said, her voice trembling slightly. She tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but the situation was far from ordinary. The monarch slime’s gaze shifted, its attention seemingly drawn to her sneakers.

The slime’s tentacles moved with surprising dexterity, one of them brushing against the laces of her shoes. Abby watched, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling within her, as the slime carefully untied her sneakers. The laces loosened, and the slime slipped the shoes escort nişantaşı off her feet, followed by her socks. The cool air against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine.

As the monarch slime reached for the button on her shorts, Abby’s mind raced with possibilities. The smaller slimes’ cheering grew louder, their excitement palpable in the air. She felt a sense of inevitability wash over her, the realization that the only trouble she would face here was the sexual kind. And, to her surprise, she found herself more than happy to submit to this otherworldly encounter.

The monarch slime’s tentacle deftly popped the button on her shorts, the sound echoing in the cavernous lobby. The smaller slimes erupted into a frenzy of cheers, their chirps and chitters blending into a cacophony of anticipation. Abby’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she awaited the next move from the dominant creature before her.

Abby’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as the slime’s tentacles slowly pulled her shorts and panties down, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. The sensation of her clothing slipping off her body, coupled with the intense gaze of the monarch slime and its smaller minions, sent a wave of arousal and embarrassment through her. She couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement as she hung there, exposed and vulnerable.

As the last of her clothing fell to the floor, Abby felt the slime’s tentacles wrap around her thighs, gently but insistently spreading her legs apart. The cool air of the lobby caressed her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was feeling, being displayed like some sort of erotic art piece for the slime creatures to admire.

The monarch slime held her in place, her legs spread wide, giving the smaller slimes an unobstructed view of her bare ass and slick pussy. The chorus of chirps and squeaks from the smaller slimes grew louder, their excitement palpable as they ogled her naked form.

Abby couldn’t help but feel a twinge of humiliation mixed with her arousal. She had never been one to shy away from nudity, but this was different. The alien nature of her audience and the complete control the monarch slime exerted over her body heightened her senses and intensified her emotions.

With a deft flick of its tentacles, the monarch slime plucked her tee shirt and bra off her exposed breasts, leaving her completely naked and exposed. Abby let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively rising to cover her chest.

Before she could cover herself, however, the slime’s tentacles wrapped around her wrists once again, holding them firmly in place. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she struggled against the slime’s unyielding grip.

The smaller slimes continued to cheer and chirp, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they witnessed Abby’s helpless struggle. Her heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as she tried to process the surreal situation she found herself in.

As the monarch slime held her in place, Abby couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation and dread. She knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning of something far more intense and otherworldly. The thought of what the slime might do next sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her body trembling with equal parts fear and desire.

Abby couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement as the monarch slime continued to dominate her, its tentacles wrapping around her wrists and ankles, holding her firmly in place. The way the slime effortlessly manipulated her body, exposing her most intimate parts to its smaller minions, sent a thrill of arousal and fear coursing through her veins.

The smaller slimes chirped and squeaked in delight, their excitement palpable as they watched the erotic show unfold before them. Abby’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, her heart racing in her chest as she awaited the next move of the dominant monarch slime.

Without warning, the slime tightened its grip on her wrists and ankles, causing her to gasp in surprise. It then adjusted her position, leaving her hanging in mid-air with her legs spread wide apart and her ass sticking out, exposed and vulnerable. The smaller slimes erupted in a chorus of excited chirps and squeaks, their eyeballs pulsing with anticipation.

Abby’s heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps. She couldn’t believe the position she was in, or the fact that she was actually aroused by it. She had always known that she had a submissive side, but this was taking things to a whole new level.

The monarch slime seemed to sense her apprehension, for it held her in place with unyielding strength, its tentacles like steel bands around her limbs. Abby couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation and dread as she waited for the next part of her punishment to begin.

It didn’t take long for the first strike escort etiler to land. The slime’s tentacle whipped down on her right ass cheek with a loud smack, the impact sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. Abby couldn’t help but let out a surprised yelp, her body instinctively tensing against the unexpected sensation.

The smaller slimes erupted in a cacophony of excited chirps and squeaks, their eyeballs pulsing faster than ever before. They seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, their alien cries egging the monarch slime on as it prepared to strike again.

The next blow landed on her left cheek, the force of the impact causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense arousal that coursed through her veins. Abby couldn’t believe how turned on she was feeling, being spanked like a naughty child by the domineering slime.

The monarch slime continued its relentless assault, its tentacles striking her ass with methodical precision. Each blow elicited a gasp or a moan from Abby’s lips, her body writhing and squirming against the unyielding grip of the slime’s tentacles.

The smaller slimes watched the show with rapt attention, their chirps and squeaks growing louder and more excited with each passing strike. They seemed to be enjoying the sight of their helpless human plaything being disciplined by their larger, more dominant companion.

Abby’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, her heart pounding in her chest as the spanking continued. She couldn’t believe the intensity of her own responses, or the fact that she was actually enjoying the humiliating and painful experience.

As the spanking progressed, Abby’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing and squirming against the slime’s unyielding grip. Tears began to well up in her eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses.

As the spanking finally subsided, Abby lay panting and sobbing in the monarch slime’s grip, her ass throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. The giant slime seemed to sense her vulnerable state, for it gently unhooked its tendrils from her wrists and ankles, allowing her to move freely once more.

Abby took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her eyes watery from the sting of the spanking. Despite the pain, however, she couldn’t deny the intense arousal that still simmered within her.

The monarch slime seemed to sense her heightened state of arousal, for it slowly began to shift its position, maneuvering its gelatinous body around hers. Before Abby could fully comprehend its intentions, the slime had flipped her onto her back, her legs spread wide apart and her arms pinned comfortably behind her back.

She lay there, helpless and exposed, her reddish-pink ass cheeks on display for the slime and its smaller minions to see. The monarch slime seemed to revel in its handiwork, its eyeballs swiveling around in pride as it surveyed the reddened flesh of her bottom.

Abby’s heart raced as she waited for the next part of her punishment to begin, her body tense and quivering with anticipation. The monarch slime seemed to sense her unease, for it gently caressed her inner thigh with a single tentacle, its touch light and teasing.

A shiver of pleasure ran down Abby’s spine as the slime’s tentacle traced delicate patterns on her sensitive skin. She couldn’t help but squirm against her bonds, her hips involuntarily arching to meet the slime’s touch.

The smaller slimes watched the scene with rapt attention, their chirps and squeaks growing louder as they sensed the mounting tension between their monarch and the helpless human. They seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, their alien cries egging the monarch slime on as it continued its sensual exploration of Abby’s body.

As the slime’s tentacle finally brushed against her swollen, aching pussy, Abby couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. The sensation of the slime’s cool, slimy touch against her most sensitive spot was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her already heightened senses.

The monarch slime seemed to take her moan as a sign of encouragement, for it boldly pushed its tentacle deeper into her wet folds, the tip of the appendage brushing against her swollen clit.

Abby let out a louder moan as the slime began to stroke her in earnest, its tentacle sliding in and out of her with a wet, slurping sound. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, both alien and strangely arousing at the same time.

The smaller slimes cheered and chirped as they watched Abby’s pleasure mount, their eyeballs pulsing faster and faster as the scene unfolded before them. They seemed to be reveling in the sight of their helpless human plaything being pleasure-tortured by their larger, more dominant companion.

Abby’s mind began to spiral as the slime’s relentless thrusts continued, her body writhing and arching against the unyielding grip of the monarch’s tentacles. She couldn’t believe the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins, or the fact that she was being brought to the brink of orgasm by a sentient slime creature.

******** Outlaw (IV) *******

We’re not having sex this morning. They said we’d save it for later. I feel a little disappointed, but they’re right. We have to hurry. Damn it.

Now, I know what they were up to. And they’re having a lot of fun. Too much.

“Ha, ha, this lipstick looks amazing on you,” Yi teases.

“Wow. Such soft tits,” Song plays with the bulges they’ve put under my clothes.

“Girl, hold still,” Shi laughs, talking to me as if I were a woman.

“My hair looks better on you than it does on me!” Liang tries to sound impressed.

She doesn’t seem to mind having cut her hair a little. It’s now shoulder-length. It suits her. Although, I prefer her with long hair.

“I think I’m going to become a lesbian,” Shi kisses me.

“Me too,” Yu agrees.

Lang and Wan don’t say anything. But they’re having a great time. They have a hard time holding back their laughter. Sometimes, they can’t.

I’m wearing makeup. In girly student clothes. Even bras with some kind of padding. I’m wearing a veil. And a headscarf. The truth is, I don’t look bad. Mysterious. I wouldn’t dare say sexy.

“Don’t look at yourself too much. You’ll fall in love with yourself,” Yi laughs.

“You’re actually hot,” her sister agrees.

“You’re having too much fun,” I complain.

But all I get is their laughter. The truth is, we’re all nervous. Well, it relieves a little stress. At least, they do.

———-

The twins and I leave. As if they’ve invited a friend in. As if we’ve been talking. In the process, it’ll give those watching them something to think about.

There’re more people passing by. They don’t give us more than a glance. When I leave, they pretend to enter. They disappear at the same time the barrier closes. But they’re inside the Residence. I was the one who closed it.

I feel the gaze of the one guarding them. I guess he’s wondering who I am. That this friend doesn’t sound familiar to him. He’d never imagine I am the escaped slave. Dressed as a female student.

I hide among the stream of female students. They’re going to their lessons. Their practices. To collect or buy pills. To look for places to cultivate. To test themselves in the different formations. To look for missions. It’s the busiest time.

I pass by the person guarding Bei Liu’s cabin, in the distance. She matches Yi’s description. I let Terror out. She hides behind her. I approach the cabin.

“Cri, Cra,” I whisper.

It sounds a little ridiculous. But it works. They’ve made me practice it dozens of times.

“Aaargh!” a cry of pain comes.

Everyone turns toward the scream. It’s the woman who was guarding. She’s now looking down at the ground. A rat has bitten her. I slip into the cabin unseen. Liu gave me access a long time ago. They trust me too much.

Terror enters a moment later. In a much smaller hole in the barrier. I send her to the girls. They greet her like a hero. It’s the sign that everything went well.

“Who’re you!?” Bei Liu’s asks. Her voice sounds scared and surprised.

I suppose anyone would be surprised that someone could enter your cabin, breaking through the barrier. An unknown girl.

Without giving her time to react, I step next to her and put my hand over her mouth. I also immobilize her.

“I’m going to let you go. Don’t scream, okay?”

She nods. I let her go. She turns. She looks at me, confused.

“Kong?”

She’s recognized the voice. But she doesn’t recognize me. I take off my veil. And the scarf, half-wig included.

“Kong!”

She bostancı escort throws herself into my arms. She kisses me. I look at her. I can’t help but laugh at her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, puzzled.

“I got lipstick on you.”

She looks in a mirror. She laughs. She leans closer. She touches my fake breasts. Curious. Suggestive.

“How? What happened? Why?”

But before I can answer, the barrier opens. Someone comes in.

“Liu, you’re taking too long again. Who…?”

I grab and gag the newcomer.

“No screaming, okay?”

Bi Lang nods, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Kong? What’re you doing here!? Why are you dressed like that!?”

———-

I explain what happened with Tan Bolin. They get depressed. I can see they feel quite guilty. They apologize. They cry. In the end, I have to comfort them.

“It’s fine. I just need you to hide me for a few days,” I assure them.

“Will you be fine?” Lang worries.

“When I reach the Soul Realm, I’ll be able to stop being a slave.”

They look at me with wide eyes. Still wet. They seem impressed.

“Are you really at stage nine?” Liu asks, stunned.

“Yes. I’m almost at the Soul Realm. And I have everything I need. I just lack a few more days.”

They look at me with wide eyes. Maybe, they don’t understand why I have that much confidence. It’s not that easy to break through the barrier. I hope I don’t run into any trouble.

“”Unbelievable!”” they both exclaim, throwing themselves into my arms.

I should have known. They’re so innocent. Perverted and innocent. And a little naughty. They just believed me.

“It’d be better if you two stayed. It’ll be less than a week. That way, we can avoid problems,” I ask them.

“Are we your prisoners?” Liu asks, more suggestively than worried.

“Less than a week? It’s okay if you take longer,” Lang laments.

“I don’t think you understand what it means to be my prisoners,” I threaten them, in a tone that attempts to be vicious, while squeezing their buttocks.

“What’re you going to do to us?!” Liu tries to sound scared.

“You won’t do anything bad to us, right?” Lang is just as bad an actress.

I push them down onto the bed. I undress them little by little. They take off my clothes while giggling. I think they really liked my fake tits. Suddenly, treacherously, I tie their hands. All four together. Pointing upwards.

“What are…?!” Liu is surprised.

“You’re my prisoners. So it’s only natural that I tie you up.”

“That’s… very exciting,” Lang confesses, rubbing himself against Liu.

“Ah! Lang, stop. Kong!”

I’ve put them one on top of the other. Face each other. Liu underneath. I spread their legs. And I play with the secrets they’re hiding.

Their vaginas contract when I brush them with qi. Their breasts press together. Moving. Rubbing against each other. Their lips meet. Kissing lasciviously. They move their asses suggestively. Their vaginas moisten as I arouse them. They moan muffledly when I reach their clitorises. When they rub against each other.

Liu tenses when I penetrate her. Without stopping playing with Lang. She muffles her friend’s moans. And her own. Soon, the ropes come loose. I had only coiled them. I hadn’t even tied a knot. But they don’t separate. They play with each other. They incite each other. As if they were lovers.

I know they’re friends. But that sometimes they give each other pleasure. beykoz escort They’re not lovers. At least, they don’t act like it. They just like sex. Or so they say.

I leave Liu and enter Lang. I use my fingers on Liu. I switch back and forth. Penetrating them alternately. Bringing them both to orgasm at the same time. After a while, I focus on Liu.

“Don’t let her scream. Prisoners can’t scream,” I order Lang.

She obeys me. She plays with Liu’s mouth. With her lips. She’s taking the opportunity to tease her friend. While I penetrate that friend. I grab her thighs. She’s immobilized. Although she doesn’t try to break free either. I can tell she’s enjoying it.

Her vagina contracts, rubbing harder against my rod again. Finally, it breaks my resistance. I fill her with my seed.

I thrust a few more times, enjoying her already surrendered body. Until I pull out of her.

“Now, you can get revenge on Lang.”

“Kong! Traitor! MMMMmmmmhh!” she tries to complain, but her friend silences her.

It doesn’t take long for me to be erect again. To penetrate her. She also makes no attempt to escape. I grab her ass while I thrust into her. While her friend holds her. While she’s completely subdued by the pleasure.

I go down her legs. Rubbing them lustfully. Caressing them. Making them shudder. I return to her buttocks. I go up her back. Rubbing it all the way down. I go down her side. I reach her breasts. Which are rubbing Liu’s. Who moans in surprise as the qi courses through her.

Lang is surrendered to the pleasure. Her body almost inert. Letting herself be done. Letting herself be fucked. Be touched. Be kissed. She’s feeling every thrust. She screams in pleasure when Liu releases her. But her friend soon catches her again.

I like the feeling of dominating them with my full strength too. Now that I don’t have to hide my qi. Of squeezing her ass. Of injecting qi to the edge of pain. Without overcoming it. Giving her more pleasure. Taking her to the limit again and again. Feeling her shudder. Convulsing violently when I fill her.

They separate. I lean in to kiss them. To grope one of their breasts each. They respond with passion. But also with exhaustion.

“Ah. Your prisoners need to rest,” Lang pleads.

“Make yourself at home. Let me get some sleep,” Liu adds.

Besides being perverted, they’re a bit lazy. That’s why it’s hard for them to level up. But that’s fine with me. I make sure they fall asleep. That they don’t wake up for a while. And I call the girls.

“We were worried, and you were having fun!” Song accuses me.

“I had to make sure they slept,” I defend myself.

“Of course, of course,” Shi supports her sarcastically.

I look at her. For a few seconds, she holds my gaze. Then, she can’t hold back her laughter.

“Ha, ha, ha. She believed it,” she mocks.

“Sometimes she’s so innocent. So cute,” Liang chimes in.

They’re still using “she”. I approach Shi. I grab her ass. I approach more. She wraps her arms around my neck. She’s smiling broadly. She’s happy that everything worked out. For now.

“Pin me against the wall~” she suggests suggestively.

She holds herself up in her arms. She raises her legs to wrap around my waist. Her lips attack mine. Her back hits the wall. Her hands caress my back. Mine caress her thighs and ass.

It doesn’t take long for her to be wet. To be penetrated. To move in sync with me. To enjoy me. To make me enjoy her. Her vagina lets me kurtköy escort in. Lubricated. Then, it squeezes me. Making it difficult for me to leave. Provocative.

Her erect nipples continually brush against my skin. Receiving a bit of qi. Sometimes, they press against me. And I notice the softness of her modest breasts. So sensual.

My tongue intertwines with hers. After an orgasm, we pause for a moment. We part our lips. Our foreheads pressed together. Our breaths mingling. Her black hair sticking to her forehead. We look at each other. Her blue eyes are beautiful. They look at me with desire. With lust. With love. Or that’s what I think I see in them. What I feel when I look at her.

“I love you,” I whisper.

She silences me with another kiss. Passionate. She doesn’t need words. I thrust into her again. Against the wall. This time, she lets me do. She lets me penetrate her. Although her vagina continues to tempt me. And her hands. And her lips. And her tongue. And the hair that caresses my shoulders. And her breasts that press against me again.

I love the feel of her skin. I love the direct contact. I love her smell. Her heat. Her insides. I cum inside her with passion. With qi. Joining her. Both in pleasure.

I let her fall slowly. She kisses me one last time. She whispers to me. She winks at me. I turn suddenly. Quickly. Like a predator. Capturing my prey by surprise. Her hair is orange. She has imposing tits. Freckled skin. Green eyes. Light skin.

“Ah!” she exclaims, surprised.

She tries to turn and escape. But it’s too late for her. She’s fallen into my clutches. I grab her from behind. My arms around her waist. I kiss her freckled buttocks.

“I’ve grabbed you. You’re mine,” I declare.

“That was treachery! Shi! I’ll get back on you!”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” she laughs, waving.

The rest of them are looking at us. Wan’s face is especially red after me fucking Shi. I didn’t even realize she was there. I glance at the twins out of the corner of my eye. They shake their heads. Laughing. So, I leave her there. As if I hadn’t noticed.

I pull Song toward me. Lifting her ass. My hands move toward her breasts. My tongue runs down her back. Making her tremble. It reaches her neck.

Her hair spreads over the floor. Her arms cushion her head. My rod caresses her entrance. On the outside.

“You’re a beautiful prey,” I whisper to her.

“Aaaaah. Mean… Aaaaah. Leave my nipples… Aaaaaah! Don’t even think about pinching them…” she suggests in her prohibition.

I do as she asks. I pinch them. She moans. Increasingly aroused. I rub her entrance. Faster and faster. Teasing her. My tongue plays with her ear. My hands enjoy her breasts.

“I love you.”

“Aaaaah! Stop messing around, and put it in. Aaaaah!!”

Whatever she says, she’s blushing. I obey her. I penetrate her. All the way at once. She tenses. She moans. I pull out and then I go back inside. Again and again. Enjoying her freckled skin. Teasing her. Whispering in her ear. Listening to her complaints. Her increasingly passionate moans. Enjoying the touch of her skin. Its texture.

I play a lot with her breasts. But I also explore her back. Her stomach. Her ass. Her long, sensual legs. I caress her. I squeeze. I pinch. Using the knowledge I have of her body. And sometimes exploring new things.

She ends up collapsing on the floor. Full of me. Me on top of her.

“Aaaah! Kong. Mean. Aaaaah! I love you. Aaaaahh!” she whispers to me.

I bring my hand up to her face. To turn it. To make her look at me with her green eyes, and kiss me. Sweetly and passionately.

Then, I look at the rest. They’ve moved away. Behind the bed. Moving it so they can get around it. So they can escape me. They’re looking at me, laughing. Even Ma Lang and Bai Wan. If they want to play, we’ll play.

In the mid morning sun through the open window, Fosi reclined on the couch in the study of the demon king with a plate of various sweets within easy reach. She yawned and stretched out, her hips still aching from the last few days’ activities along with her jaw, and everything else. Yet, she was more content than she had been in a long time.

At the room’s massive desk, the boar demon princess Suvir was working on Fosi’s responsibilities, really the high king’s, as a proxy of a proxy. Fosi couldn’t very well tell the girl that she herself was the transformed demon king, but it didn’t exactly come up. The tap and scratch of Suvir’s pen was soothing in its regularity, along with Suvir’s little sighs and grumbles, especially those before a question.

“This one wants a thousand gold coins for a foundry, promising we’ll receive a twenty percent discount on its product,” Suvir said to the room.

Fosi grabbed a cookie. “Reject it,” she said, and snapped her treat in half on a fang. The crumbly ones were the best, and this one dissolved into sugary crumbs readily on her tongue.

On the desk, Suvir folded her arms and held her throbbing head. “Isn’t all of this the kind of thing that should be put off to advisors and accountants? I don’t understand why Avlakoi of all people wants these pitiful sums to come through him alone, and then end up rejecting almost all of them in any case!”

“Your father has his barons, doesn’t he?” Fosi peeked, the stack of papers that she’d thought would take all day were already halfway done since Suvir had taken on the role of secretary. The girl’s penmanship put Fosi’s own to shame, but that was, after all, no great feat. “So, think it through.”

“Of course that man has the baronies to take care of piddly things like taxation and disbursements. But that’s the way everyone does it. No lord should be so involved in the day to day decisions at this level. How does your father get anything else done!?”

Fosi searched the memories of Avlakoi within herself for an answer.

I didn’t, mostly.

She said, instead, “I invite you to think about the amount of power that gives the barons, and how your father came into power.”

The girl’s thoughtful pout was adorable. “Power? It’s taxes, they all flow to the king… Even if the high demon lord has claimed such a tiny territory for himself at this time, with so few sources of revenue, he really should entrust these matters to his accountants, rather than just you, lady Fosi.”

“All of those monies and goods make their way to the vassal king? They aren’t kept in any way to fund the armies of the barons? The actual coins trade hands? Or is it more likely that promissory notes find themselves passed from one nobleman to the next with paltry sums physically moving?”

Suvir was rubbing her forehead with her fingers. This had likely been the most thinking work she’d ever done in one day, but she’d insisted on it while Fosi was laid up. “… I haven’t looked at it that closely… I guess you wouldn’t want to just be carrying chests full of gold back and forth all the time.”

“Forget gold.” Fosi smiled.

“Forget gold!?”

Fosi had another cookie, gestured with it in the air before eating. “Which is more important, gold or wheat?”

“Is this a trick question?” Suvir narrowed her eyes.

Cute~

“Yes,” Fosi said through her latest mouthful.

“Wheat.”

“Why?”

The princess shrugged. “Because it’s a trick question.”

Fosi rose to shaky feet and bade Suvir remain sitting when the princess started up to help her, came to kneel at Suvir’s side. “Past demon kings were truly examples of the race, amassing hoards of gold, precious jewels, magical artifacts and secrets, and on more than one occasion, wives.” From one of the desk’s drawers, Fosi fished up a gold coin, set it on the papers along with a cookie. “Barons, governors, and mayors of the day were instructed that anything of any value in truth belonged to the great demon king, from the best of their flock, their whitest flour, their most comely daughters, and he would take them as he pleased. So tell me, Suvir, about what this expectation does to the farmer and the shepherd on the bottom of that pyramid.”

“Who cares what a farmer thinks about affairs of state?” Suvir said with a tilted head.

“I’m sure that’s what your father thinks.” Fosi sighed, immediately sorry that she’d had to insult her new companion by the comparison. By her side, Suvir had a small tusk out with contained affront. Cute. “Put your mind in the place of a farmer, contain your revulsion lest I start a garden on site and ask for your help with tending it. Now, you’ve put your heart into the cultivation of the harsh soil of the demon lands and, at the end of the year, your harvest makes those around it pale in comparison. Your fruits are splendidly-colored and juicy, your wheat is refined to the finest flour, your animals are fat and happy. Then the demon king, recommended to your lands by the local escort şişli lord, comes and demands a feast for himself and his retainers, and any other noble in attendance. He loves your produce so much that he takes it all, leaving you with barely the funds to replace the fine flour and fruit in your own diet with barley.”

“Ugh.”

“How much do you plant next year?”

Suvir grumbled. “Okay, okay, only enough to eat, and pay taxes…”

Fosi gestured to the gold piece and the cookie, petted the girl’s head. “Have a snack, you deserve it.” She returned to the couch and had a few more herself. Actually, the dry ones with the gummy jam were really nice as well, and the chewy, bitter green ones had their own charm. “Previous demon lords, my father believes, did not understand the power of their subjects’ sense of industry. He wants most of those petitions rejected so that the cream may rise to the top by its own efforts, not by the benevolence of not even the demon lord himself, but of his underlings, who would almost certainly taint the process with favoritism, nepotism, extortion, embezzlement. Avlakoi is weak, he doesn’t extract the taxes that he easily could, but his farmers are wealthy and their stockpiles can weather the lean times ahead.”

“Huh… Then why allow petitions in the first place?”

“Look at the ones we’ve accepted, and the men behind them.” Avlakoi’s pride welled within Fosi’s breast. “Notice the tone, that they approach me as equals, and attempt to gain as much from the deal as I will. Never trust a man who comes to you with a handful of gold and no strings; the strings are always there and it’s better if you can see them. That foundry; suppose I order all of its stock. That twenty percent has to come from somewhere.”

“I… see. I suppose… On another note, how are you feeling? Should I have Merrili get something for you. Or, would you like a massage?” Suvir came up from the desk and stepped over to kneel at Fosi’s side, placed her soft hands awkwardly on Fosi’s belly. It was funny, Fosi giggled at it, that somehow she’d learned more about sexuality after only a few weeks as a woman than Suvir knew from her whole life so far. “S-sorry, lady Fosi! Did that tickle?” Suvir startled, but did not stop touching her mistress.

Fosi took the princess’ cheek in hand and pulled her in for a quick peck on the other. “You can tickle me if you want to, that’s fine. Or would you prefer not to stop at that?”

Adorable, Suvir flushed and averted her gaze, placing her hands in her lap and squirming with the memory of their time in the baths, either time. “I know you’re still sore, my lady… Are you really sure that Ovel should be kept alive? Not that I’m questioning your decisions, my lady! It’s just… if I’d been…”

“You can say the word, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Raped… So many times, like that…” There was a fire in Suvir’s eyes that Fosi strangely took pride in. “I’d want to see my rapist strangled with his own intestines,” she said through clenched teeth. “But he’s just down there in the dungeons! I was in the cell with him, for a few hours, and your people were even treating his wounds! What kind of sense does that make? Shouldn’t you of all people want to see him strung up?”

Fosi petted the dear princess’ pretty head. “What I’m hearing is ‘is the rumor that Fosi likes beastmen in her bed true?’ Am I right, at all?”

The princess hung her head and she nodded shamefully after a while.

“I actually don’t have much to compare against…” Fosi admitted, casting her gaze up at the ceiling. It’s not as though I chose to give my virginity to anyone in particular, I was only trying to get rid of it, to hurt Peris by choosing anyone else. She breathed a moment and refreshed the knowledge of her fabricated backstory. “You might have heard that I was raised by a cult of humans, that I was only recently discovered and called here by my father. Of course, none of them would have taken me to bed for fear of Hell’s retribution. They did revere me, after all. My first time was with a beastman, and I-” Did I actually enjoy it? I did cum, back then… “I can’t say whether anyone else would be as good in bed. But, I will say that Ovel and the other one were very unpleasant.”

“S-sorry…” Suvir continued shrinking into herself on the floor.

“Nothing at all to feel sorry for.” Fosi had never stopped petting her, the girl’s shorn hair slipped coolly through her fingers. “Why the interest? I would lie with you if you’d only ask.”

Suddenly Suvir rose on her knees and slammed her palms on the edge of the couch, trembling with excitement and nearly choking on the words. “I want to lose my virginity!”

The door continued creaking open. Pach entered with some new papers, quietly crossed the room, whilst very much not looking, to set them on the desk, then left in a hurry. And Suvir looked so embarrassed that she might catch fire.

Fosi burst into laughter escort mecidiyeköy that made her chest ache.

“Stooop~” Suvir whined, softly batting Fosi with her fists.

“Hahaha, it’s just such a small problem~ I thought for a second you were going to ask me for something really difficult.” To stop the playful beating, Fosi grasped Suvir’s wrists and pulled the girl up and overtop herself on the couch. Faces close, she whispered, “I think it wouldn’t be hard to convince Peris, if I just give him a little sugar…” Fuck, hopefully not… kissing an old friend like that in a body like this one. What am I saying? I’ve been avoiding that all this time, but the suggestion came too easily… Even though Fosi already knew what his… tasted like after that fateful night, there was something perplexingly intimate about a kiss. “What do you say?”

“I-” Suvir gulped nervously. “I want to lose mine the same way that you did…”

Fosi paused in disbelief. “Didn’t you say you fancied Peris? He is a prince, technically, so if anything your reputation would improve from a night with him.”

“No,” Suvir said, lowering her head to rest on Fosi’s collar. “I feel like… I don’t know anything about what it really means to be a succubus. And I’ve seen the way you interact with them, the real demons, the beast men… It isn’t anything like I was told it should be.”

Fosi rested her head on a pillow and contented herself lightly stroking Suvir’s back with her fingertips. “The rumors say I pull the most bestial men into my bed and let them take me however they like?” She took a breath to calm her heart. “Putting aside those two boar men, there has only been one. I’m not nearly as experienced as you seem to think, and it scared me to death the first time; I was just looking for someone, anyone to take my virginity, and the man I happened to see first was a wolf man…”

That’s not fair to him, but it’s what happened.

The real truth was that, in her time as Avlakoi, he’d taken who he wanted, when he wanted, and that had included more than a handful of beast women when nothing more appealing had been at hand, mostly warriors. It felt pathetic to blame his blood for that abuse. The real, actual truth disgusted him, that most female demons were indistinguishable from male ones, that the threat of rape on the battlefield served to dissuade the enemy, cause panic, rout. He’d hated it all along, but his men had praised him for the blow to their enemy’s morale. But the character of Fosi only knew those stories as stories…

“While I was reared in the human lands, my vestments might have been fairly revealing, but not one of them would have dared to touch me. Of course I had no experience at all until I came here, and the succubi in my father’s service-” Technically, they raped me too, forgiven or no, “-taught me. We do have incubi here other than Peris, if you want to be more experienced by the time you lie with him?”

Suvir paused in thought. “What I want… I don’t want to be different anymore, from them. Back in my father’s castle, I knew my maidservants were being fucked every day by the guards, even if they hid it from me. Big, stinky men, bulges that couldn’t be hidden under their clothing, and they were specifically kept from actually seeing the princess they guarded because my father is a man and he knows how men are. But I saw them, and I heard my maids behind the doors and around the corners, mocking me.” Suvir hid her face in Fosi’s cleavage and shook slightly, muffling her voice. “I didn’t choose to be born a princess…”

None of us do choose.

“If that is what you really want, I’ll arrange it,” Fosi said eventually.

They laid together for a while longer, until Merrili came to refresh the snacks, as Fosi had built a reputation having a sweet tooth. Fosi gave out instructions and over the course of the next several minutes managed herself into a more dignified seat with Suvir clutching her skirt in balled fists over her knees on the couch, waiting without a word. The princess’ anxiety, Fosi wanted to think she knew all too well, despite coming at the problem from starkly opposite directions; Suvir was touching herself lightly through her skirt and whether she was really horny or trying to hype herself up wasn’t clear.

She’s just lucky I’m not in my true form… I’m much too big for her. I’m lucky too.

It wasn’t too long before there was a knock on the door and, after obtaining permission, the wolfman Caelobranc entered. He crossed into the middle of the room, took a knee and lowered his head, feeling so much different from Fosi’s first meeting with him. He’d clearly taken a bath recently, his coat of normally coarse, stinking fur looked fluffy and his entrance had brought in the subtle scent of the menfolk’s shampoo, too often unused. In his marching uniform, he looked so much the noble warrior he’d proven himself to be.

“My lady,” he said humbly and awaited escort taksim her response.

Fosi was trying her best not to tremble, weary just from sitting upright for a few minutes. “Raise your head, soldier, your humility is undeserved today.” She met his yellow eyes. “We felt that your acts of heroism warranted thanks in private. If not for your quick response and ferocity in battle, right now I would likely be either dead or… For that, I have one reward planned and one other to offer, if you will take it.” Slowly, on her aching hips, Fosi stood and went to the wall where a ceremonial dagger was hung, came to Caelobranc with it in hand. Giving him every opportunity to flinch, she placed the flat of the blade on each shoulder in turn and slid the edge nearly into his neck, then set the tip against the pit of his throat and pressed until it had pierced his thick fur and drawn blood. True to her opinion of him, Caelobranc did not so much as question her by the time she’d withdrawn and reclined back in her seat. “That’s a good boy. I speak now with the voice of my father: your valor in service has been recognized and with it, your promotion to captain of the princess’ guard. Granted, the only member as well, for now, but we may speak of expansion later. As well, a new name; come to your feet, sir Caelic.”

The newly named Caelic hid his disbelief well as he rose to his full lanky height. “I’ve only done what any of us would, my lady.”

“Save your sweet lies, this is a time for gratitude…” I have to bring this up sooner or later, don’t I? “Caelic, do you remember our night together?”

He couldn’t blush, behind all of that black-grey fur, but he did avert his eyes. “I want you to know that I am not responsible for starting any of those rumors.”

“I wouldn’t have thought so, take heart.” She set the knife down. “It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be, my first time, and that was due in part to your gentleness. I’m sure you can imagine how hurt I’d be if those two had been my first and second…”

Caelic nodded uncertainly. She’d been covered in the scent of boarman cum at the time, likely stank of it more than a little to this man’s more sensitive nose, but nobody outside her small circle had confronted her with the facts of her abuse since her rescue. Trying not to shatter her fragile mental state, she imagined.

“For your second reward,” Fosi gestured to Suvir, who’d been making herself small on the couch, “her, tonight, once.”

“I couldn’t!” Caelic said.

Fosi stamped her foot and shocked both in attendance. “Since when are demons so picky about who they fuck!?”

He knelt again, going so far as to place his forehead on the floor despite the way it made him turn his muzzle.

“And stop that kowtowing! As if I would punish you for that kind of refusal. Rise, and give me your reason.”

He only rose to sit on his heels. “It would be above my station…”

“I was above your station far more when we laid together.”

Caelic scratched his cheek, too nervous to respond.

Fosi sighed, Suvir was shaking like a leaf too, so she decided to free them both of their suffering. “Tonight, the both of us will be in that room. If you do not appear, nothing will be said about it. But, I want you there. For now, you are dismissed.”

-o-

Fosi, sitting with her legs folded beneath her, and Merrili by the side of the bed stared at Suvir, who’d been instructed to kneel in the middle of it.

“What do you think?” Fosi asked proudly with her fist under her chin.

Merrili coughed into her hand. “It’s, um, a unique look, isn’t it?”

Suvir’s lip wobbled. “You’re playing a joke on me now, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“The ribbons! What’s the point of the ribbons? Shouldn’t I be naked?”

Both Fosi and Merrili cocked their heads for different reasons.

Merrili shuffled on her feet; preparations for any succubus other than an actual concubine was limited somewhat to wearing what you didn’t mind getting torn off by a lustful man, and so she uncharacteristically blushed. “No, no, I see what lady Fosi is going for with this outfit… If you pull on this end here, it should all come off in a second… if the man bothers instead of just ripping it all apart.”

“You gals just don’t know fashion like I do~” Fosi thumped her chest. “This is how humans wrap presents, see? It makes our Suvir that little bit more pretty and flashy, and I think Caelic will appreciate it. I know how it must seem, but guys don’t always want their conquests to be… conquests. A willing woman is worth her weight in gold, then you can take your time making sure you both feel good together.”

In a room full of succubi, the culture had restricted this fundamental sexual knowledge to the underbelly of the male psyche… Both Suvir and Merrili looked at Fosi like she was crazy.

They always thought I was weird anyway. “No, really, my dad said as much…”

“Your dad,” Suvir said with a distrusting gaze. “The demon king, first among his kind, terror of the battlefield, said that he prefers pleasuring his women?”

“… Yes…” Fosi said. “Think about it. Merrili, you know that game you played with me in the bath, and I shared with Suvir the other day? Isn’t it better to make your partner cum than the other way around?”

“You need to ask before you drink random potions,” Naomi admonished as she cast a reversal spell over her familiar. She could cast a potion reversal in her sleep now. “For all you know, I could be making a poison.”

Emeril shrugged, “You hardly ever make dangerous brews; you wouldn’t leave those just lying around.” He watched the artificial color drain from his skin with mild interest. His most recent potion theft had turned him cobalt blue.

“For this precise reason. You’re blue today, you’re dead tomorrow! Not every unlabeled bottle is for drinking, Emeril. At this point, I could leave rat poison out and you would eat it.”

“Hey now, I know better than that. Rat poison is green and powdery, and it tastes bitter, hardly easy to mistake for food.” His words did little to lessen her concern. The witch stared hard at her familiar, hoping he’d understand that he should not know what rat poison tasted like. Emeril was blissfully unaware.

The fae hopped off of her table once his skin had returned to its usual autumnal gold, long crimson hair falling back around his shoulders as the magic faded. “Besides, I’m testing your potions for you. Isn’t that what you summoned me to do? I’m tougher than you are, human. Imagine if you drank this, you might be green.”

Naomi lifted her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose and sighed as she said, “Look, just ask me next time you find something laying around that you want to taste. I don’t want to come home to a blue fae in my kitchen again.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll ask you if I find something while you’re here.” Emeril was already distracted by his next bought of mischief, not even looking over his shoulder as he spoke. He was like a cat, wandering around her house and knocking over things– or drinking them– just to see what would happen.

“I’m going to banish you if you start digging under the cushions for crumbs again,” she warned him with a stern glare. He looked up from the couch with faux innocence.

“I’m just cleaning up. I thought you wanted me to tidy,” his devilish grin told her he was doing anything but.

“I mean it. I’ll send you right back to the astral plane.” Her empty threats were falling on deaf pointed ears. She rolled her eyes and busied herself with preparing dinner.

Naomi had entered into her pact with Emeril two years ago, and the fae had been nothing but trouble since. He was helpful enough, a good test subject for her spells and potions when she needed it, but he loved to stick his nose just about everywhere it wasn’t supposed to be.

She ought to teach him a lesson, show Emeril exactly where this bad behavior could land him if he wasn’t careful. Naomi thought carefully over her stew as it simmered on the stove. Emeril seemed to take her contemplative silence as actual anger, and he’d snuck upstairs to hide from her potential wrath. She let him hide while she schemed.

Naomi’s trap was easy to set. She made a batch of fragrant and enticing potions the next day. Emeril was hanging over her shoulder for longer than necessary, peering at the bright pink liquid swirling in her cauldron.

“What are you making?” He leaned on her counter, far too close to the hot cauldron for comfort.

“It’s an anti-fae potion,” she said, deadpan. Her answer didn’t dissuade the nosy fae. He reached down to dip his finger in and Naomi smacked him away with her spatula. “No samples. This is for a customer, not for you. I don’t want you contaminating anything.”

Emeril retreated, but eyed the pot while she added the ingredients and brought it to its final rosy hue after a long two hours over the fire. When she was done, she bottled thirteen potions. Twelve were sealed and packed into a crate to be brought to the “customer” that afternoon. It didn’t take long for Emeril to grow bored of the packing process. He left the kitchen and gave her plenty of time alone to add the final ingredient to the thirteenth bottle.

Funny thing about health potions, they could be mixed with a bit of lotus blossom and saffron to create a love potion. As far as love potions went, the effects were pretty weak. She wasn’t trying to actually make Emeril fall in love. She just wanted to teach him to stop drinking from random bottles. At most, he would become deeply infatuated for a few hours with the first person he laid eyes upon, following their every direction. Naomi was nearly giddy at the idea of him actually listening to her for once.

She left the potion kadıköy escort on the counter while she readied her cart.

“I have to go deliver this batch. Don’t destroy the house while I’m gone,” Naomi said as she loaded the crate and took up the handles on the front.

“Yessir,” Emeril replied. He was back in the house and had shut the door before she even had time to roll her eyes. She knew exactly where he was going.

Naomi was only gone for an hour. Despite the late-season chill in the air, she walked happily down the snowy path into town to make a surprise delivery to the doctor there. She insisted she didn’t need payment, and that the effects of her potion were enough of a reward. The doctor was confused but happy to accept her gift. She practically skipped through the woods on her way back to her house.

“I’m back, Emeril! You better not have gotten into any trouble,” she called from the front door.

There was a noise from upstairs but no response otherwise. Was he already feeling the effects of the potion? Naomi left her coat at the door and walked up the short staircase to the second floor, where her bedroom was.

The sight that greeted her was… unexpected, to say the least.

Emeril was on her bed, face pressed to her pillow as he took deep breaths. He raised his head when she came up the stairs. His face was flushed deep orange, from his nose to the tips of his ears. His mouth hung open. He panted like he had just run ten miles.

“Naomi…” His eyes focused on her and he began to crawl across the mattress. “Naomi, you’re home!”

“Em? Are you feeling alright?” Naomi knelt to meet him, only to be overtaken by the fae. He pulled her into a tight embrace, arms winding around her back as he buried his face in her shoulder.

“I am so glad you’re home,” he said. “I missed you so much while you were gone. Did you miss me?”

“You missed me? I was only gone for an hour,” she chuckled. His silly behavior didn’t assuage her worries, not when she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. Fae ran hotter than humans normally, but Emeril was burning hot. She tried to pull away to take a better look at him. Emeril was usually so magically put-together. It was odd to see him like this, hair mussed and clothes askew like he didn’t care.

“Did something happen while I was gone?”

“Mmmm…. No…” He made his dishonesty far too obvious.

“You drank that potion I left on the counter didn’t you?”

“Mmm… yes. I did,” Emeril admitted.

“And what did I tell you yesterday?” Naomi fixed him with a stern look that didn’t cow him at all. “What did I say about this exact scenario?”

“That you would banish me if I tore up the couch.” Now he was just being an ass. Naomi put her hand under his chin. He looked up into her eyes instantly, his golden eyes burning with something a little stronger than puppy love. “I didn’t tear up the couch.”

“I know you didn’t- nevermind. No. I told you not to drink potions if you don’t know what they are. And you immediately drank the first one you saw. Honestly, Emeril, you’re hopeless.” She started firm but her words melted as the fae leaned into her hand.

Naomi squeaked as she suddenly found herself supporting an armful of gooey fae man. He rubbed his cheek against her chest like a cat, almost purring.

“Come on. I can do a reversal downstairs,” Naomi tried to convince him to leave her arms.

“Why reverse it? I don’t mind all that much…” Emeril’s face got dangerously close to nuzzling between her breasts. Her breath hitched as his nose brushed the neckline of her shirt.

“Because you’re not in your right mind. Now get downstairs!” Naomi just wanted to be firm with him, but her tone seemed to startle him back. He looked up with wide eyes, like a kicked dog. Then he wordlessly obeyed. He crawled off the bed and descended the staircase to their living room. She followed after him, worried she might have scared him.

Naomi prepared to cast a potion reversal for the second time in as many days while Emeril lounged on the couch. He stared at her with obvious longing, hand trailing off the couch to reach for her while she moved around the living room.

“Are you sure you want to undo the effects of the potion?” She raised her gaze to meet him as he said his most coherent words in the last hour.

“I- yes. It wasn’t right for me to dose you with a love potion. ümraniye escort You will feel better once your head is clear. Now sit up,” she ordered. Like before, he obeyed. He wasn’t looking much better. He had unbuttoned his shirt at some point and now she could see his chest was the same burnished orange as his flushed face. Naomi pointedly looked away.

“A love potion? Is that what that was supposed to be?” Emeril tilted his head, grinning.

Naomi hesitated. “Yes?”

“I don’t think it was just love in that potion.”

The fae man sprawled back out against the back of the couch, letting his legs fall open. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I drank it, Mimi.” The nickname made her falter. She stared at the growing bulge in his loose-fit trousers.

“All the more reason to… To reverse it,” she shook her head and closed her eyes.

She began to cast the reversal, holding a paper pouch of peppermint and lavender in her hands. The magic began to eat away at the paper, then the herbs. Then, a hand on hers stopped her casting.

“Naomi.”

Naomi opened her eyes to see Emeril inches from her. She swallowed around the knot in her throat looking at his disheveled appearance.

“I think you should take advantage of this situation, Naomi. I could do anything you want, you know.”

Anything?

“Anything,” he answered, as if he could read her mind. Maybe he could. Maybe that’s why Emeril was so insistent, because he could see the dirty thoughts that had run through her mind so many times since she got home.

“Emeril, I-” Her protest failed before it could leave her lips. She considered it, staring into his eyes. Finally a chance to make her familiar obey her. She couldn’t pass that up, could she?

No.

“On your knees.” The order felt so natural on Naomi’s tongue.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said reverently. Emeril fell to his knees in front of her, hands dropping into his lap.

Naomi untied the laces of her shirt and let the fabric fall from her shoulders. It fell to the floor unceremoniously, leaving her breasts bare in the lantern light. Emeril looked up at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“You can take off my skirt,” she said as she turned and presented the bow that held her last piece of clothing.

“I can.” Emeril sounded almost in awe of this as he reached up and untied the ribbon. The layers of wrapped fabric loosened until they could fall from her hips. Only when she stood fully naked before him did she feel self-conscious. Did he even find her attractive? It wasn’t right to make him do this, not if he didn’t want it.

Emeril quickly put her fears to rest with a needy, hungry whine. He pressed his face to her thigh and panted dangerously close to her unshaved pussy. She could feel his breath tickling the black thatch of curls.

“Oh fair Lady Witch, permit me to taste you,” his voice was soft and high. “Tell me to please you. Make me work for you.”

She wanted to say yes and let him bury himself in the slick growing between her legs. She felt her pussy throb with lust, wanton need for Emeril to put his tongue to use. She held herself back and gave him another order instead.

“No. Undress yourself first. I’ll not be the only one bare here.”

Emeril shed himself of his tunic in seconds, leaving his pants on top of growing pile of their clothes soon after. He had been naked around her before; he had even shown up on her summoning circle naked. “Fae don’t care much for clothes,” he had once told her, and this proved true when she found him lounging naked on her couch multiple times. But something about seeing him now– the lithe lines of his ocher body taut with lust, his hard length jutting from between his muscled legs– she felt hungry. He flicked his hair over his shoulder and looked up at Naomi through soft lashes.

She wondered if it was possible for the potion to affect her too.

“You want to please me?” Emeril wriggled forward on his knees, nodding eagerly. Naomi led him back to the couch, where she sat down and spread her legs like he once had. His eyes focused on the pink folds hidden beneath her hair.

“Get to it,” she told him.

“Yes, madame.”

Emeril spread her fuzzy lips with two fingers, giving his tongue easy access to her most sensitive parts. Nothing could prepare Naomi for his intensity. His first taste sent him into a fervor, ataşehir escort licking over her entrance until she was shivering and reached to grab his head. His tongue dipped down into her hole, then came up to wrap around the small nub of her clit. He took it between his lips so gently. Naomi’s hips rose to rut against his face when he began to suck.

“A-aha, Emeril,” she gasped. Her head fell back against the cushion as she pushed up into his hungry mouth. Naomi threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him tight to her sex. He moaned in response, ragged and needy. His tongue danced between her clit and her hole, teasing her in the most delicious ways that set her body aflame.

He paused only to take her thighs up in either arm, pressing them to the sides of his face while he buried himself in Naomi’s pussy. The witch was at the mercy of her familiar, now. She let him suck and lick, tasting her in ways few had done before him. He was so attentive. When her cries grew louder, he redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit like it was his sole purpose in life.

Her thighs tensed around the fae’s head. She loathed the idea of this pleasure ending, but there was no stopping her as she hurtled toward the edge of bliss. Her body tightened like a rope, twisting and twisting until the tension snapped.

Naomi’s orgasm was a flood of relief. She groaned and clung to Emeril, keeping him locked between her legs while she rode through the pulsating pleasure. Her familiar didn’t fight against her grip. For several long moments he kept tonguing her sensitive pussy, her clit throbbing in response.

She relaxed back onto the couch, legs still thrown over Emeril’s shoulders. Her chest heaved, gleaming with sweat that dripped down her breasts. She looked down at the man between her legs.

Emeril was as much a mess as her. His lips were sticky with her slick, and he kept licking at them like he couldn’t get enough of the taste. He didn’t move his head from her thigh for a long moment. If there was an afterlife, Emeril had found it between her legs.

“Naomi,” he rasped, “please.”

“You got what you wanted,” she panted back. She dragged herself up, forcing him to pull away. “You wanted to taste me and you did.”

“I’m– nngh, I’m so hard, Naomi. Please.” He looked up at her with longing. She could see his cock hadn’t flagged at all.

She reached down and cupped his cheek. He rose on his knees to meet her touch. She guided him up to her gently, letting him climb onto her thighs so he sat with his cock between their bellies.

“Do you think you’ve been good for me?” Naomi didn’t look into his eyes as she took hold of his cock.

“I- I don’t know. Please, Naomi, please,” Emeril whined. He stiffened when she wrapped her fingers around his length, but didn’t move otherwise. He looked so needy in her lap like this. She could see the tightness in his hips, where he wanted to push into her grasp. He was being too good for that, though.

“Do you think you can show me how a good familiar fills his witch?” Her question seemed to torment him. He clenched his eyes shut. His shaft twitched in her hand and a dribble of translucent pre-cum fell down over her knuckles.

“I won’t last long,” he told her honestly.

“You don’t need to. Just be a good boy and give yourself over to me,” she assured him. Her familiar melted into her touch.

It took several moments to get into position, Naomi laying on her side across the couch while Emeril lined up with her wet, sensitive cunt. He slid inside so easily, like his cock was made to be in her. Like he was made to be hers.

True to his word, he didn’t last long. Emeril spilled inside her after only a few thrusts, crying out and clutching at her raised leg as he buried himself in to the root. He collapsed against her moments later, shuddering with the aftershocks of his own well-earned orgasm.

“What did you put in that potion, Mimi?” Emeril laughed softly against her knee.

“It was just a love potion. I thought you would just be infatuated for a few hours. I never expected…” Neither of them had expected this outcome. “A bit of saffron and lotus blossom. I didn’t think you would react so strongly to them.”

“A love potion only strengthens existing emotions. You should know this,” he said.

Naomi froze. “I didn’t realize you– wait why didn’t you say anything?”

“I think it was more fun to find out this way. I never expected you to take this route, but I can’t argue with the effectiveness.” She swatted his shoulder.

“You’re the one who drank it in the first place. Have you learned your lesson about downing mystery potions?” Naomi had a feeling she knew the answer.

“Quite the opposite. You should start leaving love potions around more often.”

The Rickety Elevator was supposedly quite safe and rated for absolutely ridiculous amounts of weight. It rattled and shook as it went up and down, and even stopped at seemingly random times, making the journey down even a single level a harrowing experience. The explanation was something about archetypal resonance, where an elevator that behaved in such a nerve wracking manner was somehow important to summon Pokegirls. The purpose of The Stacks was to bring in Pokegirls before they could rampage destructively, not to be pleasant for visitors. It certainly wasn’t pleasant for visitors. Damian, Annie, and Cathy had come for business, not for pleasure; but the flickering lights, variable speed, and metallic rattling of the elevator was still unnerving. When it stopped for real and the doors eventually opened, the elevator had come to rest about half a hand’s breadth below the ground level of the basement they were traveling to. The one called the Basement. “Watch your step.” Damian said wryly.

Beatrice didn’t watch her step or particularly need to because she was able to hover with her wings. Hinako found it as easy to walk on walls and ceilings as floors, and had no problem navigating the gap. The Rabbit women were all presented with a bit of a tripping hazard, but they looked carefully at the ledge and hopped over into the Basement. The portion of the Basement they were headed to was The Wine Cellar, which was supposedly the nicest part of it. Damian had never been to the other areas, but with names like the Ash Heap and the Tool Shed, his expectations were low enough that he didn’t imagine they would disappoint. Annie and Cathy followed him because he’d already familiarized himself with the layout, not because he’d actually been to the Basement level before. Enya and Marina followed Annie and Cathy because they were enslaved Pokegirls who loved and obeyed their mistresses.

Light in The Basement was provided by a mixture of lights that all sputtered, dangled, and sometimes even made noise. They passed from the flickering light pool cast by a dusty and failing fluorescent tube to the searchlight thrown by an incandescent bulb dangling from a wire. Most of the lights in Pocket Monster University were highly efficient LEDs or magitech creations such as glow orbs and eternal flames. But in the Stacks, the lights were chosen for ambiance rather than efficiency. And the aesthetic they were going for was mostly “things you’d see in a low budget horror movie.” For whatever reason, that created the kind of archetypal resonance that brought in urban and battle-oriented Pokegirls. It was a bit of a walk through the basement, and the ground was dirty enough that it crunched underfoot when it didn’t splash or squelch.

The door to the Wine Cellar looked completely out of place in the shabby and decrepit Basement. It was stained oak, and it looked expensive. It probably was expensive. Behind it was an area that was much cleaner, sinister in a completely different way. It was dim, cool, and there were rows of shelves that had sconces that held bottles. It wasn’t just wine and liquor that was held in that section, some of the bottles contained alchemical solutions. “We have to be really careful in this part. Some of those bottles are really expensive, and if we break them we’ll be paying it off for a long time.” It was an admonition that they all took to heart, because Damian, Annie, and Cathy were all attending PMU on scholarship. Maybe a legacy student like Rini or Cleo could afford to go wild in the Wine Cellar, but you break it, you buy it was quite a threat to the trainers actually present.

When all seven of them had entered, they heard a scratchy piece of music start up from deeper in the cellar. It was accompanied by the static and pops of music played off a vinyl record that had seen better days, a form of sound quality that had all but disappeared from everyday life before Damian was even born. The song being played was sad, and sung in French, a relic of a time before Damian’s parents had been born. The walls were decorated with art. Paintings of people with stern expressions and Pokegirls in various states of undress. Statues in marble and bronze, a row of heads patterned after faces that must have been well-known at one time. Annie was looking at a bottle’s label in shock when Damian noticed that the statues weren’t evenly spaced. A quick check of the Pokedex confirmed his suspicions. One of those things was not like the other, one of those things just didn’t belong. One bust of a young woman was actually a young woman. A Level 8 Rock Doll Girl. Damian recognized it from Bestiary class as a Busteon, which was a kind of Geodame.

Blessed with chiseled features, mountainous boobs, and rock hard abs, the Busteon had pebblish nipples but no arms to speak of. Her shoulders ended with just a few centimeters of stump. That didn’t stop her from being dangerous, because as a Doll she didn’t need to stand up in a balanced fashion. It meant she was able to perform kartal escort high kicks and headbutts with no care at all for where her center of mass might be. She might not have arms or a tail to balance her wild movements, but the invisible strings that supported and propelled Doll Pokegirls were plenty for her to perform flying kicks launched with nothing but pure aggression. It was like she was a jack knife, and both legs were her blades. Those feet were deadly, as either of them landing would leave a stone bruise. End over end the Pokegirl flipped, beginning her rollout and becoming increasingly dangerous as her feet clicked and clacked faster and faster.

Marina was the obvious Pokegirl to face off in single combat. Her water magic was especially suited to washing away Pokegirls drawing power from earth and stone. “I can’t! I’ll break all the bottles!” The well-endowed water wabbit wailed wetly. A fair objection, and one that paralyzed Enya’s fire magic even more. The Aqua Rabbit was rewarded for her conscientiousness with a heavy kick to the belly. It was painful, and the feet were gaining velocity like a stone rolling downhill. The next one would hurt twice more, the one after that could be deadly.

As stone legs came up to half-moon pose and then lord of the dance pose and then all the way back around into an ax kick like someone had spun the handle on a foosball table, Damian barreled in himself. He grabbed her firm breast in one hand and her firm butt in the other and pushed his arms passed each other. His throw sent her head first into the floor, and it was super effective. Fortunately she had a hard head, and the cracking sound was made by the hardwood flooring rather than her skull. The Pokegirl tried to rise, and Damian threw her back down on the floor with a heavy thud. It was super effective.

Seeing an opportunity, the twins shouted. “Grab her legs! The legs!” It wasn’t a clear set of orders, but Enya and Marina hopped to it anyway. Soon the Rock Doll had her right leg pinned in a leg lock, the white stone foot rubbing against Enya’s bicycle shorts, and her left leg was gripped by a less muscly set of arms, the foot partially lost in Marina’s jiggling cleavage. Cathy experimented by shocking the exposed pussy, but was disappointed that it had no effect. She looked to Damian and gulped, suddenly realizing how few options she would have had to subdue the feral Pokegirl if his fighting aura wasn’t available.

“Beatrice! Hinako! Hold down these shoulders!” The two bug women complied immediately, each one putting their hands on one of the Busteon’s shoulders. Lacking any real arms, the Pokegirl had no leverage in her upper body to get out of the pin. Damian slapped the ground next to her ear. Once. Twice. Three times. “Ding. Ding Ding.” He said with a cruel finality. “You’ve been pinned. Now you’re going to be fucked.” Some of the fight drained from her eyes, replaced by despair as the truth of his words sunk into her. But despite her predicament, she maintained stony silence.

With the Pokegirl pulled into a Y, Annie and Cathy went to work. They needed to make the Pokegirl cum in submission. It wasn’t enough to defeat her, she had to admit defeat. And she had to cum her freedom away. Annie latched her mouth on a nipple that was harder than a winter orgy, and Cathy stuck two saliva-soaked fingers into the Pokegirl’s gravel pit. She was dry as newly mined salt, but the Static Rabbit had brought her own wetness to lubricate the finger bang. “Nnn! No! Stop!” Her craggy stoicism breached, the Pokegirl ground out denials as her feeble thrashings failed to dislodge the pile of opponent’s who were holding her in place to quarry an orgasm from her tectonic plates.

Damian brought his head near hers and spoke low and insistent. “They aren’t going to stop, you know. They’re going to keep grinding away until you break. You’ve already lost the battle, now it’s time to lose the war. You’re going to spend the rest of your life as a sexual prisoner, and the sooner you resign yourself to slavery, the sooner you can start enjoying your subjugation. If you submit completely enough to your new mistresses, you can even have arms again.” It was such a surprising claim that the Pokegirl momentarily unclenched her vagina. It was scarcely longer than it took to gasp in surprise, but Cathy was fast and prepared. The dropped defenses, brief as they were, provided plenty of time for Cathy to conquer her way into the cave up to her third knuckles. The Pokegirl had had a virgin hole, and Cathy’s merciless thrust drew blood from the stone.

The Pokegirl screamed with agony as her maidenhead became as broken shale. However, the ministrations did not end at that point, but continued and escalated their abuse of her tender pussy well and brittle nipple chips. Annie and Cathy became ever more energetic in their sexual assault and soon the silt of the well began to moisten. Realizing that victory was at hand, Annie decided maltepe escort to give that hand to her good and hard. The Static Rabbit’s helping hand landed heavily on the Pokegirl’s breasts, sounding for all the world like a fist pounding on a marble countertop. The breasts were solid to point tht they did not so much jiggle as shake. The effects were immediate, with both breasts lactating black goo while Cathy’s main excavation hit something even more crude. “Nnnnngh! Please! I don’t want to cum!” The Rock Doll’s attempts to maintain her composure were on the verge of shattering.

“Hmmm. The best thing about being a slave,” Beatrice hummed, “is that if you don’t want to do something and your owner makes you do it, you still do it. There’s no procrastinating as a sex slave. When your owner tells you to cum,” she buzzed directly into the Pokegirl’s ear, “you cum.” She gave the shoulders a bit of a squeeze, a simple but effective reminder that her captive was held completely helpless.

Cathy removed her fingers plugging the sand trap and began giving a helping hand of her own. Smack after smack landed on the Rock Doll’s unprotected pussy lips. A black squirting took place, and the Pokegirl’s body shook with high magnitude tremors. She had struck oil, but it was hard to tell how many orgasms were being forced out of the defeated Pokegirl. Cathy’s hands were covered with the black gold of submission.

The Pokegirl attempted to protest, to beg for release, and Annie shut her up by putting her own sparsely furred blond bunny tuft onto her victim’s face. “Suck your mistress’ cunt, slave!” Annie just sounded cheerful and nice, even when she was forcibly breaking someone into a lifetime of sexual servitude. Damian suspected the twins had a lot of friends back home, and he wondered how many of them had wished the cheerleaders would collar them. They doubtless could have broken many of their schoolmates to slavery, even without using their trainer powers.

Black tears came from the Pokegirl’s eyes as she broke down and kissed the presented pussy. Cathy reinforced the enthrallment by sucking on the Pokegirl’s rock-hard clit at the same time. It was a perfect example of how it was context rather than position that determined whether an act was dominant or submissive. Both Cathy and the Pokegirl had their lips on a pussy, but it didn’t take a rocket surgeon to see who was topping and who was bottoming with their cunning linguistics. The Pokegirl orgasmed again and went limp, which the twins took as an opportunity to change places. “Kiss your other mistress. Right on your owner’s cunt!” Annie encouraged the submission by pushing her tongue confidently into the Rock Doll’s cave of harmony. It didn’t take long for Annie and Cathy to completely erode the Pokegirl’s ego, and the Busteon was left passed out on the floor, dreams of submitting to her twin mistresses carved into her soul.

“I don’t think she’s going to be much of a talker for a while,” Damian speculated, “what are you going to call her?”

The twins had a brief discussion, and came to a conclusion. “Venus.” It wasn’t the most original name for a Geodame, but it absolutely fit. While Annie and Cathy were getting to know every trench and peak of their new acquisition, the other two rabbit sisters were looking on hungrily. “Damian,” Annie suggested, do you think it would be alright if you gave Enya and Marina a slavegasm? I’m sure they’re feeling left out. And they did such a good job with these marble-smooth legs.”

Both of the Pokegirl Rabbit sister slaves looked like they’d just found out that a dinner invitation was a horrible double entendre. They squeaked and protested, but Cathy supported her sister’s conclusion.

“Don’t worry, sluts.” Damian pointed to the two Pokegirls. “I’m not going to impregnate you right now. This is a reward, so I’m just going to force you bunny bitches to have an orgasm each.” The facial expressions of both fiery Enya and watery Marina gave little doubt that this had not been an effective statement in reducing their worries. “Turn around, and pull down your shorts. I want to see your fluffy tails.” Reluctantly, the sisters turned around and presented their rears. Enya’s black and red bicycle shorts peeled off her tight muscular rump. Marina’s white and blue capris were able to make the journey over her wide and inviting butt only after the string had been untied. Looking only at their rears, it was hard to see the sisterly resemblance, even their skin tones were distinct because of Enya’s sporty tan and Marina’s creamy flesh. Only the tuft of cotton tail hinted that they were from the same womb. With their panties exposed, it could be seen that Annie and Cathy paid attention to their slaves’ sex appeal as well as their differences and similarities. Enya had tight-fitting red boy shorts that emphasized her sportiness as well as her assets. Marina had blue lace-edged cheeky panties that left her generous glutes out for pendik escort display. At Damian’s command, Beatrice and Hinako removed those obstructions and exhibited the bunnies’ shaven pussies.

Some slaves and owners had a big thing about pussy hair. There was a term “slave smooth” that was usually achieved through very frequent razorings, aggressive waxings, or alchemical hair removal. As the name implied, it had some cultural association with the wearers of the collar rather than the holders of the leash. And there was an inkling of reality behind that. Many Pokegirls were simply hairless down there as part of their corruption effects. Mouse Pokegirls were lacking in pubic hair and had small breasts due to their neoteny, but Venus was bereft of pussy fur while still having hefty boulders for boobs because most Doll Pokegirls had no pubic hair in their advanced forms. Similarly, Hinako and Beatrice had no pubic hair because they were bugs. Still, the association was far from absolute. Some mistresses kept their peaches as nectarines because they simply preferred it, and some slaves were left with pubic hair for either aesthetics or for practical considerations such as having something to grab in that area. In any case, Annie and Cathy had a little bit of blond fuzz and their three slaves were all smooth as river stones, and that was just something Damian noticed while sizing up the genitals of the Rabbit sisters.

The black lash extruded from Damian’s hand and he gave each rump an experimental strike. It was not as effective as he had expected it to be. It seemed the Pokegirls were in the process of opening up secondary magical affinities. Damian guessed it to be fairy magic for Marina and fighting aura for Enya, both of which were dampening his dark magic lash somewhat. Still, they didn’t have any immunity and they were bent over and receptive. It just took a few more cracks at their cracks to reduce them to begging horniness. They pleaded for Damian’s cock, but he forced them to make do with his fingers in their sloppy slave cunts. They’d been worked up enough that neither sister lasted long. They squirted and slumped against the wine racks and Damian permitted his own slaves to lick up their girl juices.

Venus was placed into a Pokeball, and the rest of the Pokegirls got dressed. There was more exploring to do, as the scanner had promised multiple Pokegirls, all of whom had a power level less than nine thousand. Also less than eight thousand, for the manga purists. The Wine Cellar had an attached humidor, which according to the plaque was something that would sometimes attract Poison Gas or Torch Pokegirls. But at that time it was empty. Not completely empty, in that there were various smokable products such as tobacco and ayahuasca. But no Pokegirls. Nothing to interest Damian or the twins.

There was also a cheese cave, which unsurprisingly was used to attract Rat and Mouse Pokegirls. Also Slime and Fungus Pokegirls. It had many cheeses in various states of presentability, and while some appeared to be enticing ingredients for a sandwich, none of them had summoned a rodent-classed Pokegirl. Puzzled about their failure to find the additional Pokegirls, but having not had an unsuccessful slave raid, they started to turn back. It was upon turning around that they saw the Pokegirls. Hanging upside down from the vaulted ceiling of the Wine Cellar were two eyeless women. One with red hair and the other a blond, they both had featureless expanses of dark purple skin that ran from their foreheads to the top of their noses. It looked like they were wearing blindfolds or cowls, but of course it was simply their corruption effects manifesting. They each also had wings, that were purple and dark blue. Not feathered wings, because they were Bat Girls, a Bibliophile Bat Girl and a Spoiler Bat Girl. Their shoulder length hair hanging into the void as they clung to the ceiling.

Damian didn’t have a lot of time to contemplate, as the Bat Girls had begun making high pitched screechings as soon as they realized they had been spotted. They opened their mouths, revealing their wicked fangs, and the ultrasound emanated towards their chosen targets. Somehow they had identified the twins as the most dangerous threats, and the giant ears of Annie and Cathy did them no favors as the ultrasound immediately disoriented them. Annie tried to respond, and hurt herself in her confusion.

“Here we go!” The blond Bat Girl leapt from the ceiling and landed acrobatically on the floor. The red haired Bat Girl did a similar flip and struck a pose that was no less heroic. With their legs open, it was made obvious that the hair on their heads was their natural colors. The Pokegirls on both sides leapt into the fray, but the Bat Girls were faster. The redhead lunged in and sank her fangs into Enya’s neck, while the blond used her fangs to pierce Marina’s glorious tit flesh. It was a horrible reminder that it was sometimes difficult to tell the difference between Bat Girls and Vampire Girls. One was a chiropteran class while the other was a humanoid class, but they overlapped in visual aesthetics, and blood drinking, and so much more. Drinking the blood of the Rabbit sisters strengthened the Bat Girls, and they easily avoided the kicks that Enya and Marina attempted to deploy in response.

Darkness gave way to flickering sapphire flames. Rune-etched rocks burst from the void, forming the great island where he’d visited Solveig. Great maws of darkness opened within the rock. From the darkness emerged a soft sound: the cry of a bird, perhaps. No…the bleating of an elk.

Frowning, Caderyn stepped into the murky shadows. More sounds rippled from the great void. When he cocked his head to the left, the noise was a bloodcurdling scream. Yet when he tilted his head in the other direction, the sound was a soft, sonorous wail of pleasure. Both sounds sent conflicting chills through his body. Both sounds beckoned him further into darkness.

He emerged within the very same cavern where he’d bred Solveig during the ritual. Glowing blue vines emerged from the pool of sacred water, entwining around rune-etched boulders. Pinned to the boulder in the center of the chamber was the voluptuous witch. Blue runes adorned her pale curves. Hungry, icy blue eyes stared at him as she entered. Her curvaceous body rippled against the bindings and her wide hips bucked invitingly.

Reality blurred around him and he found himself shifting through the air, stopping right before the bound, begging witch.

“Once more, Caderyn,” she rasped, her lips panting with need.

Those hungry words dispelled the conscious knowledge that this was but a dream. Taking hold of his shaft, he guided himself towards her sex. When they’d first made love, he’d teased her mercilessly before claiming and breeding her, but he lacked the strength for such games in that moment.

Growling, he leaned forward and shifted his hips, driving himself deep inside her. The very moment that his hips settled against hers, the air rippled around the witch. Blue light flashed and a new lover replaced her.

Now Yvonne was pinned upon the altar beneath him. Her curly blonde hair splayed out upon the rock, her ample, pale breasts heaving with effort. Soft legs rose, wrapping around his waist, keeping him trapped inside her. A jolt of regret and revulsion struck him. Back in Jadewall, she’d seduced him and had nearly swayed him into fucking her, but only Caderyn’s love for her half-sister Melisent had warded off his desire.

And yet he had no such self-control now. Overwhelmed by the warmth of her body and the depraved sensation of breeding his rival’s trueborn daughter, Caderyn leaned pulled his hips back, preparing for another plunge.

Her soft, trembling cry ripped through the air. More blue light flashed as she clenched around him. The pulse of light banished Yvonne and replaced her with none other than Tessandra. The blonde bard writhed beneath him, her green eyes gleaming, her slender limbs shaking against the rune-etched rock.

“How cruel of you, to deny me the gift you gave Solveig,” she said, pouting up at him and fluttering her lashes.

A flash of desperate confusion ripped through his mind. During all their time together, Tessandra had never once begged to be bred as Solveig had. Such an act would have created considerable scandal, and they’d taken care to avoid any such complications.

And yet there she was, biting her lip beneath him, her body adorned with the same sacred fertility runes that had marked Solveig’s body.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

In response, Tessandra leaned up, straining against the bonds. Unable to resist the allure of her red-painted lips, he leaned down to give her a slow and gentle kiss.

“Of course it’s what I want,” she murmured with worshipful devotion, as her slender thighs tightened around his powerful hips.

And just as before, the very moment he delivered the first firm thrust, blue light flashed and her body shifted.

Pelagia replaced the bard, her freckled, athletic body just as helpless within the glowing blue vines as the other women had been. Her short, sweaty red curls clung to her freckled skin as she stared up at him. Unlike the others, she was not content simply to lie there and take it.

Instead she grasped his waist tightly with her powerful legs and rocked up against him. Caderyn shuddered and groaned, reveling in the sensations. Even though afflicted by the power of the dream, he had enough sense to hold back, knowing that a single thrust from him would cause the vision to shift.

“Are you sure?” Caderyn murmured, grunting a little with that last word.

“Absolutely,” Pelagia growled back. “Your strength and mine together? Imagine the sort of knight such a child could become.”

The vines quaked and snapped. One firm hand lurched free of the bindings and reached down to grip the small of his back. Unable to resist, Caderyn cried out and plowed his hips forward, sheathing himself fully within the knight.

Blue light flashed. To his shock and chagrin, another lover did not replace Pelagia upon the rune-etched altar. Instead the stone melted away and Caderyn collapsed into the holy pond. Sputtering, he spat out the water and rose to his feet. Water rippled around him, dancing güngören escort over his muscular form. The droplets flashed with bright blue light and shifted into armored scales. Clad in that strange and bestial armor, Caderyn frowned and looked around the chamber.

Another cry echoed from the darkness up ahead. Confusion and fear took hold. Caderyn broke into a sprint, vanishing into the shadows. Red light rippled from within the void, giving shape to another chamber.

No. Not a chamber, but a cobblestone street. Lining either side of it were small, humble homes and shops. The moon pulsed in the night sky overhead. In the middle of the quaint, quiet street was the ducal carriage: the very same one his mother had used the night of the attempt on her life.

His skin crawled with the realization of where he was.

Whirling, he turned towards the tavern where he’d been brawling with Gwion when Duchess Sarya had arrived to take him home on the night of the attack. Heart racing and muscles tensing, he sprinted forth and slammed into the door. It shattered into splinters.

In the midst of the sandy fighting pit stood his brother Berent. The young redheaded man was clad in armor of green scales; within each hand was an emerald-adorned dagger. Blood dripped from those bejeweled blades, forming a great and grisly pool at Berent’s feet.

“What did you do?” Caderyn hissed.

Berent merely smiled and pointed with the bloody daggers at a room to the far end of the tavern. A long streak of blood ran from the fighting pit to the door, sending another chill through Caderyn’s heart. What grisly work had Berent hidden behind that door?

Horror rose, mingling with his fury at Berent. He broke into another sprint, brushing past his brother, and reached for the doorknob. Ice coiled around his wrist and he paused, his heart racing with dark thoughts of what rested beyond.

After a deep breath, he leaned back and slammed his foot against the door, sending it flying inwards.

The dream shattered and his eyes flashed open. Caderyn was upon his bedroll in a large tent, with empty bedrolls beside him. Shuddering with alarm, he darted to his feet and flailed about for his sword. Ice filled his muscles as he took hold of the blade.

Cheers thundered from outside the tent. Sword in hand and fury in his heart, Caderyn stormed outside.

He stopped in his tracks as sunlight washed over his face. Before him loomed the keep of Baron Aelred: the ancient tower of black stone standing tall and unbroken over a mess of shattered walls and ruptured fortifications. Beneath it rested the blackened corpse of the market town. Beyond the town’s ruins was the great siege camp that had been in place for months.

Nearly bursting into delirious laughter with the realization that he was no longer dreaming, Caderyn shuddered. Around him, confused and freshly-awoken soldiers bowed towards the shirtless, armed duke.

Another wave of cheers rose as a trebuchet unleashed a heavy stone that crashed into the side of the great black tower. The impact left nothing more than a faint blemish and the debris of the projectile tumbled down onto the other ruins below.

Slow, deep breaths settled Caderyn’s mind and he focused on the present moment and the waking world.

After the death of Lucan, Aelred had pulled most of his forces back towards Stonecurrent, leaving his fortress behind. Rather than expend lives with bloody assaults, Caderyn’s forces had merely bypassed the fortress, leaving behind a small force to keep it isolated and surrounded. Over the months of war, the fortress had held firm against the siege. During the journey back to Fellhaven, Caderyn and his escort had stopped at the siege camp to rest and resupply. Despite the death of Aelred, his son, and the defeat of Thandor, Aelred’s knights had managed to stubbornly cling to the castle. Even with the war over in Jadewall itself, Aelred’s loyal fools had stood firm within their dead lord’s keep.

After watching the bombardment for a few more moments, he slipped back into his tent to don his sturdy tabard, trousers, leather boots, and a bearskin cape. Now looking more like a proper warrior-duke, he strode out in search of the camp’s commander.

He found Pelagia and Sir Lambert within a small wooden watchtower erected for optimal visibility over the siegeworks. Once Caderyn joined them, the grizzled old knight greeted the duke with a bow, while Pelagia gave him a dutiful nod.

The dream flickered within the shadows of his mind, recalling how eager Pelagia had been for him to breed her. That seemed a ridiculous notion now, and yet he still half-hardened within his trousers.

Sir Lambert’s dull, dutiful report on the state of the siege helped dispel such desires.

“As you can see, my duke, we’ve reduced nearly every aspect of the fortifications save for the central tower. The old Empire’s engineers certainly were masters of their craft. We now have more than a merter escort dozen direct approaches for an assault, though.”

“No,” Caderyn said. “Victory is already ours, there is no need to spill more blood of our loyal soldiers. We will wait them out.”

“Their obstinance is an insult to you, my duke. The fact that they still fight on despite Aelred’s death and Thandor’s capture is-“

“A feat of valor, I daresay,” said Pelagia. “Aye, they fight in the name of a dead traitor, but I cannot doubt their courage.”

Lambert’s lips curled into a vicious sneer but he offered no rebuke.

“And what was their response to the latest terms?” Caderyn asked.

“Laughter and a bucket of piss tossed towards the emissary. They still respect the white flag, however. Perhaps they are in fact guided by a twisted sort of honor.”

“Then I shall go,” Caderyn said with a nod. “Under the white flag, of course, and with a sufficient escort.”

Lambert’s wrinkled face twitched but he did not dare defy his duke.

“Of course, my lord. I shall make the arrangements.”

**

After donning his full array of armor, Caderyn rode forth with Pelagia and two dozen knights towards the great keep of black stone. Their route took them through the market town that had been forcibly evacuated and sacked by his forces in an attempt to force the defenders to submit.

During his last visit, Aelred had given Caderyn a grand and warm welcome, with no hint of his planned betrayal. It was also during his stay there when Caderyn had confessed to Melisent the full truth of his connection to Solveig. That painful confession had irrevocably altered their bond.

And yet thoughts of his future wife sent icy knives through his heart. After everything he’d learned in Jadewall, it seemed that Thandor had been telling the truth about his innocence, at least as far as the conspiracy was concerned. It thus meant that Melisent was either lying or mistaken about her father’s involvement.

Even as they crossed within the great tower’s shadow, he could not tear his mind away from those doubts. Had Thandor just weaved another lie after his defeat in order to sow distrust? Had Melisent lied to Caderyn about who had procured the poison? And what was Berent’s connection to that baffling chain of events? Thandor claimed to have given Berent an emerald-adorned dagger and a matching gem had been found on the body of the assassin Andros in Ravenmark. Furthermore, Berent had been the one to lead and guide the investigation. Could he have steered Caderyn like a puppet? Or was it all a mere coincidence?

“My duke,” said one of the knights, snapping Caderyn back to the present.

He looked up with a jolt, realizing they were within only fifty paces of the keep’s great gates. Knights loyal to the memory of a dead traitor stood guard along the parapets. The small garrison likely had enough supplies to last for months and the keep would prove quite costly to take with a direct assault.

Pelagia and another knight rode at Caderyn’s side, each wielding a white flag.

“Who holds the command?” Caderyn asked.

One of the knights raised a hand and removed his helmet, revealing a young face framed by sweaty auburn hair.

“I do, my lord. I am Sir Mordren: distant kin to Baron Aelred, and I was appointed as his regent during his absence.”

“And does the regency still persist despite Aelred’s death?”

“You’re not the first to try to sway us with lies, my lord. Sir Lambert’s messengers have been pestering us with supposed news of Baron Aelred’s death.”

“And has he told you of Thandor’s fall?”

Judging by the stricken glances that appeared on Mordren’s face and those of his companions, it seemed that news had not yet reached them.

“I wouldn’t be here myself if Thandor was still loose,” said Caderyn. “He languishes within the dungeon of his own palace, alongside his barons and Sir Jehan. Aelred rots in his grave back in Jadewall. And his son Lucan…”

The mere mention of the boy named after Caderyn’s own father sent a chill through him.

“What of young Lucan?” Mordren asked.

“Dead,” said Caderyn.

“All the more reason for us to fight on to avenge him,” the knight barked back.

Caderyn sighed and looked over his shoulder at the soldiers within the siege camp. Since his best troops had been necessary for the fighting in the south, most of the besiegers were peasants or lesser knights. Reinforcements would arrive over the coming days to bolster the besieging forces, but he still did not wish to see a single drop of blood spilled for the sake of a dead man’s keep.

“Lucan was a brave lad, just like his namesake. His father sent him away before battle, but he rode back to try to help nonetheless. In the confusion of the retreat, he was cut down by one of Aelred’s archers.”

“Lies,” Mordren snapped. “For all we know, you fed that poor brave boy to your northern cannibals.”

“Appoint a party of zeytinburnu escort emissaries, then,” Caderyn said. “A dozen or so of your men can ride to Jadewall under escort, where they can talk with the prisoners who can attest to what happened. Some might even be able to show them to where young Lucan and Aelred were buried. If this is proven to you, would you yield? You would have nothing to fight for at that point.”

Mordren scowled.

“And what stops us from being fed to your northern mercenaries?”

“The fact that you have held this keep for so long is a testament to your skill and honor. If you yield, your lives will be spared. Titles will be stripped away, of course, and it will be up to the discretion of the barons if any of you are allowed to serve them as knights, but I see no need for a mass slaughter. Not after we’ve already lost so much.”

“And if we do not yield?”

“Then I’ll order Sir Lambert to keep bombarding you for the next two weeks. By then, Girjar Bear-Bleeder and his mercenaries will have arrived. I’ll send them forth so you can see for yourself if rumors of their cannibalism are well-founded.”

The knights vanished from the parapets, no doubt discussing the offer amongst themselves.

“A wise plan, my lord,” said Pelagia. “It is something your mother would have offered. Clever.”

On account of his battlefield victories, several had compared Caderyn to his father, though he still found himself far short of his father’s legacy. Until that moment, none had made any comparison to his mother. To his surprise, that brought a soft, warm little smile to his face.

After a few minutes, Mordren poked his head up again.

“We have your word, my lord?”

“I swear it on the blood of Duke Lucan…and on the boy who was named after him.”

Once more the knight vanished from sight. There came a sudden shout from beyond the walls, then a scream. More cries soon rose, followed by the clashing of steel. Wagering that the garrison had turned upon itself during the debate over the offer, Caderyn hissed and ordered his escort to turn back.

Their horses trotted over rubble and debris, withdrawing to a few hundred paces away. Once in relative safety, they watched and waited. Minutes dragged on. A body toppled over the parapet and landed with a wet thud upon the dusty ground. A horn sounded, followed by a bell. Someone scurried along the battlements and vanished into the gatehouse.

Caderyn’s hand coiled around his sword. The gate slowly creaked open.

Two dozen men in blue-and-gold cloaks stood beyond, their armor and weapons spattered with crimson. Foremost among them was Sir Mordren, blood leaking from a deep gash upon his chin. Crimson gore clung to his shattered sword. Beyond, Caderyn saw at least a dozen bodies scattered about within the courtyard.

Mordren staggered forward, leading the other survivors from the great keep.

Some lords might have been tempted to run the survivors down, then surge forth to seize the undefended fortress. Caderyn, however, kept to his word and allowed the traitors to approach.

“What happened?” Caderyn demanded.

“Two versions of honor, my lord. Two paths that can never meet.” Mordren shrugged and sighed. “But it is done and we do not have the strength to hold now. But…I would still like to see the graves and confirm what happened.”

Given that the knight had just overseen the butchery of men who had fought at his side for months, Caderyn held back his grin of triumph and instead gave a quick nod.

“So be it. Lay down your arms, my men will secure the keep, and then you will be given an escort to go confirm the truth.”

Dozens of bloody weapons clattered to the ground. After a wave from Caderyn, Sir Lambert sent in a tide of soldiers. They swept through the gate and into the death-strewn courtyard, and Caderyn summoned healers to tend to Mordren and his men.

Caderyn regarded the survivors with cold and distant eyes. Months ago, he’d have relished the thought of flaying such traitorous knights alive. While the bloodshed in Jadewall had not softened his heart, it had made him want to avoid reckless and needless cruelty.

“I do have one question, though,” said Caderyn. “Were any of you there the night that Aelred attacked my father’s camp?”

None moved or spoke.

“This does not alter the agreement; my word still stands.”

Every single man raised a hand. Some trembled or glanced away, while Mordren met Caderyn’s gaze with a grim sort of pride.

“Did any of you see him fall?”

“Duke Caderyn,” Pelagia said with a low growl. “You need not hear this. It is finished.”

Caderyn ignored her and nodded at the prisoners.

“Well?”

“If you’re after the man who put the arrow through your father’s neck, he marched off with Aelred towards the river,” said Mordren. “You likely got your vengeance already and just didn’t know it.”

Perhaps that man had been trampled to death during the chaotic retreat from Stonecurrent. Perhaps he’d been cut down by a howling northerner after stumbling about under the influence of that foul curse. Or he could have met his end at Aelred’s side during the battle in the swamp.

Or he could still draw breath, running free across Jadewall or languishing in a dungeon.

Two weeks went by and we kept an eye on the women in Slead’s Landing as they tried to make a go of it despite increasing attacks by Redeyes waking from hibernation in the area. They hadn’t lost anyone else since we met them, but they had to be getting low on ammo and supplies as winter started to show the early signs of spring taking over. The ice, mostly melted away for over a month, was now all but gone, and planting had to happen soon.

On my side of things, Allie and Danni had been deadlocked on the Quinn debate. I realized it was the first real argument that I’d seen them have in a long time. Danni didn’t want Quinn to even visit our bed, as Allie put it, and Allie got worked up enough to point out that Danni had been the one that suggested they had to share me in the first place, and that I wasn’t expected to never have other women – just that those women had to be invited by them.

This could go back and forth for hours.

They’d both moved out of the early morning sickness stage for the most part, which I enjoyed. Variety had returned to our bed, even if they weren’t always talking to each other. Regular blowjobs alongside getting myself into my wives luscious pussies with ease, egged on by raging pregnancy hormones became my happy norm.

On top of it all, I was worrying more and more about the Redeye packs that Allie was tracking. Joe had mentioned to me in passing that Aria had stopped the tea entirely, and Wendy and Luis were finally starting to be good again… and loud at night… which likely meant another four mouths to feed and defend soon enough.

North of us in Calabogie. Shanae had let us know that Clara, her wife, was going out on a scout soon, trying to find some supplies at the old municipal building we’d been held at in hopes of shoring up their defences with any materials left behind. There was some fear in the air.

The one bit of good news was that Alanna had finally retreated back to Joe’s cabin, much to his chagrin. She was still living on her big sister’s shit list, but had mostly been silent since Danni had dragged her from the main cabin by her hair, tossing her things out the window of Quinn and Katy’s room.

I’d almost convinced myself things would calm down one morning while Danni was getting the babies up and Allie took her turn sucking me awake. Bailey had gotten up and was helping Danni out, only for Quinn to sit down behind him on the couch. Nothing too unusual about that, until she leant forward to smell his hair, and when he turned to her confused, she had licked her lips, a hand slipping into her crotch.

Mom instincts had taken over, and Danni had chased Bailey back to his room to get dressed with an epic teenage boner to take care of.

“What the hell was that, Quinn,” she demanded, only for the girl to burst into tears and beg forgiveness. She didn’t have the super-charged sex drive of the rest of us, but she was still eighteen and had never been touched, living in a sea of heavy pheromones. Danni had realized that Quinn was getting overwhelmed, and told Allie and I as much when she walked into our bedroom a few minutes later.

“Okay, Allie, you win.”

Allie looked up from my lap, her morning sickness still going while Danni’s had mostly passed, licking her fingers of the last of my cum while I sat in the loveseat, naked as a jaybird, my cock already half hard again after Allie’s thorough job cleaning me up.

“I win what?”

Danni threw her housecoat onto the bed, revealing the comfortable shorts she’d been sleeping in and the old band shirt of mine that she’d claimed, stretched tight across her impressive double-ds. “You know what. We’re gonna do it tonight before she gets desperate enough to eat one of the boys.” Allie stood and pulled Danni toward her. “But only once a week. I know Wendy said two or three times would be faster, but I can’t, okay?”

“Oh Daniella, thank you for reconsidering,” and kissed Danni, locking lips with her, opening her mouth to roll the last of my cum between them, Danni met her lips with her tongue, grabbing Allie’s ass through the long nightgown she still wore before pulling back from her. “I’m gonna be mad at you about this for a while still.”

Allie pouted, licking Danni’s neck and looking up at her the scant two inches between them, “please don’t be Dee, I don’t like sharing with anyone but you either,” and slipped her hand into Danni’s shorts.

“Ohh, ohh you bitch,” Danni pressed her hips forward, enjoying Allie’s touch, “I’ll forgive you eventually.” Allie smiled, chuckling as she withdrew her hand, licking Danni and me off of the digits.

I was rock hard watching, waiting to see how it would go. It was never a good call to get between them when they did have a flare up, but when they started to get worked up like this, it was usually the best idea in the world. I reached forward and began to pull Danni’s shorts down her legs as Allie guided her to step backward to me.

“How about if I go take care of the kids?”

Danni shook her head, “no,” esenler escort as she stepped between my knees, slowly lowering her ass toward my flagpole erection, running my helmet along her slit. “I’m gonna ride our man while you get back on your knees and eat my box to make up for this bullshit.”

I pulled Danni onto my vibrating prick, her round, sculpted ass slowly coming to rest in my lap as she slid wetly down my turgid shaft with a whoreish moan, “uuuhhhww, ohh yesss!”

“Do I get any say in this,” I laughed as Allie was pulled to Danni’s pussy and began to loudly eat her out, licking the underside of my cock as Danni rocked on me. “I’m still not comfortable with this.”

Danni twisted in my lap, throwing her legs over my thighs to give Allie room to work, and kissed me, “oh poor baby, your two wives that have all kinds of dirty sex with you are feeding your cock a teenager tonight,” she scolded me as she ground back into my hips. “But don’t you forget who gives it to you right,” and she bit my lip hard to make her point.

Chastened, I grabbed her tits, pushing my hands under her top and took her big breasts in my hands to maul them, “I do have the best wives in the world,” I whispered into Danni’s ear huskily as I pulled her back to me. Between our legs, Allie was working hard, her arms wrapped around the underside of my thighs.

“Mmmmnngh, mmmm-ahhh,” Danni was already so worked up she was starting to shake with all the attention as her pussy rocked back and forth on me, sliding the length of my shaft along the outer wall of her love tunnel, lighting her g-spot on fire with continuous pressure as Allie’s skillful tongue worked her stretched entrance.

I was losing control, panting in her ear as

Danni came like a tidal wave, reaching back and holding my head to her neck with both hands as she crashed into a loud yelping keening climax and I loosed myself inside of her, groaning as my vibrating steel leapt, filling the quaking space of her pussy with my heat and seed as Allie licked hungrily at our joining. “…never forget you, never,” I whispered to Danni, “never ever.”

We all began to slow down, panting, and a knock rang from the door. “Mom! Danni! June and Sofi are making a mess, I need help!”

At least Katy had stopped storming in.

I looked down at Allie, her face awash with cum and pussy juice dripping down her chin. She blinked, putting her hand to her mouth to hold it all in as she struggled to swallow. Danny writhed lazily on me “I’m gonna have a situation here. That felt like a huge load.”

Gulping loudly, Allie looked to the door as she gasped, “just a minute, Katy!” Turning back to Danni, she kissed her pelvis, “I have it, Dee. Go, Calvin.”

I whined as Danni slipped off of me, Allie latching on to her gushing quim, “mmmmm!”

I grumbled, wanting to stay for the show, knowing that they were warming up for a session that I hated to miss, “save some me me, Als,” Dannie gasped, clutching our wife to her crotch, “ohh fuck you’re too good at that.”

I pulled on some clothes and slid out the door to the disaster zone that my babies had made our living room.

*

Blisteringly horny the rest of the day, I struggled as I worked in the smoking shed, teaching the three older kids how to preserve the meat we had. Katy, despite Allie’s resistance, was taking to it well, and showing the boys a thing or two.

After I’d sorted out June and Sofi, Danni had whisked them off to play in the grass while she worked on the gardens, leaving me with a long kiss and a firm squeeze of my balls that would’ve had her on her back and spread eagle begging for mercy if she hadn’t been holding the two babies.

“That’s cruel,” I complained, and Danni winked, turning from me.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to take the edge off,” she teased.

It wasn’t long before Luis poked his head into the smoking shed, “hey Cal, any chance you can go on this run with Allie? Joe and I want to look at the place across the way, see how much work it’ll be to set up a bridge and some defences.”

Joseph and Aria had been saying for a while they wanted to move to the smaller island just fifty feet across the water from us. The place was older, a good stone foundation like mine, built around the same time, but less updated. I didn’t love the idea of them being away from the group… but his kids could have their own rooms, and we’d need the space soon enough. “Oh,” an idea forming in my mind, “yeah, I think I could do that.” I turned to the kids, “can you guys clean up and keep out of trouble?”

They all seemed happy to be done with lessons for the day and eagerly began to clean up.

I found Allie getting the small runabout sailboat ready, and she looked up at me with a knowing smile. “Oh did Joe convince you to come along with me?”

“Ha, no, Luis did.”

She dropped a couple of large backpacks into the boat. “I am glad they are speaking again.”

I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled bayrampaşa escort her hips to me, letting her feel the rock-hard cock that awaited her. “Me too.”

She looked up at me with lidded eyes, “is this going to be one of those scavenging trips?”

“Mmm,” I growled at her, taking in her scent in a long inhale to pick up her strawberry sweetness.

“Like old times.”

*

“Ah-nngh! Ah-nngh, ah-nngh, ah, Calvin! Oh-nngh! Ohhhhhhh!”

Allie lay face down on the old couch, one leg hanging off the edge, the dust cover flung to the floor in my rush to have her. I’d thrown her pants down with her panties, smacking her sweet ass as I groped her, nudging her leg across the floor out of my way as I dropped my pants and grabbed her hips. Allie had looked back at me, sucking a finger before she began to work her labia. Her other leg pressed to the back of the couch to open my way. I pounced, driving into her pussy in one long stroke.

“Mmmmm, dominate my- ahhhh,” she’ moaned as I took her roughly, pumping into her, withdrawing to my tip, then deep til I slapped my hips into her creamy ass. “Ohh oh oh oh ravish me, Calvin!”

“Fuck yes, give me that pussy,” I bucked into her, shoving Allie further up onto the couch as she moaned at a hard penetration. “How’d you get even tighter? Your pussy is like a finger trap,” I gasped to the back of Allie’s head as I fucked her steadily, drawing back more and more of her wetness as she moaned and groaned under me.

“Let me – ahhhnn! Oh you beast,” she panted with a happy wriggle. I pulled out on my back stroke, barely missing a beat as I slapped her toned ass and let the tip of my thumb find her asshole, sliding my cock back in to a deep groan of satisfaction, her slickness enveloping me again. “Oh my-I-I barbarian, ohh-ho-hoooaaaawwaw,” Allie came wailing, and I pressed my chest to her back to muffle her cries of ecstasy in the pillows.

“This I my pussy,” I growled at her as she writhed under me, yelping with each hard pump of her quaking womanhood. “Tell me.”

Hazy-eyed, Allie arched under me and and held my neck, licking my collarbone. “I am yours, always yours.”

“Why,” I demanded, the sound of our joining filling the space as I railed her, “tell me why.”

Allie was shaking again, a sure sign of an encore cum about to happen. “You’ve… ahhhhn another..,” Allie rocked back beneath my onslaught, pussy clamping on me again, “you own me… you mated and bred me… I love being yours!”

I pressed my face to hear ear as I came hard, smashing my pelvis into her ass and erupting, “ahhh,” her silken sheathe locked onto me as I bottomed out and spewed cum into her already bred womb, “ahh Allie, I love you too.”

*

After, Allie slapped me on the ass as I stood to look for a towel, settling for the discarded dust cover, and happily lay on the couch, her clothes a mess as she dipped and sucked her fingers as she scooped my cum from her box.

“What brought that on,” she asked, “you haven’t grabbed me and taken me this way in some time.”

Finding a pile of napkins in a sideboard, I walked back to the living room with its all-round windows and handed her a small pile of the paper napkins. “I dunno, I guess it’s a bit that I’ve been feeling complacent lately, and it’s changing.”

“Oh, be honest with me, moya lyubova,” is it not that you are about to have a new flavour of kiska tonight? Or that there is a colony of women salivating at the possibility of your touch nearby?”

I gave her a critical look and shook my head.

Allie dabbed at the flow from her pussy, looking up at me mischievously, “Dee told me how they looked at you. It is alright.” She began to clean herself up and mused happily, “you’ve been completely loyal to us for two years, and we didn’t demand that, just that you didn’t sleep with anyone else in our home or the island. It’s alright to be aroused.”

I rolled my eyes as I began to look through the drawers and closets. She was bouncing into social scientist mode, and that usually didn’t go well for me. “It’s not that, Allie,” I called.

I could see her own eye roll, knowing exactly where Katy got it from. “I do not believe youuuu,” she sang.

A while back, probably the third time we’d cleared Slead’s Landing and salvaged it, we’d made it up to highway fifteen. Three lanes of deteriorating blacktop that went right past town. Not far from one entrance to the village proper was an old municipal building where we’d gotten the radio setup from the cop shop there. It was a small place. Just enough room for an office or restaurant in each unit, a small version of Klossinger’s setup.

Allie had come with Joe and I and Aria to grab whatever we could that might be helpful. The real prize, beyond the radio, turned out to be a registry of the islands with owners names on it. Quite a few doctors had owned places on the water, and Wendy had struck upon an idea.

“Anything?” Allie had gotten her panties on

on, leaving her pants arnavutköy escort so as not to soak the crotch, and was looking around the bedroom upstairs while I rummaged a small office/guest room. I’d found a few boxes I grabbed. The desk had a few doctor bits and pieces that I tossed in my bag including a stethoscope, an ear examiner (I thought), and a small doctors bag, but not what we needed.

“No, some good gear, but no jackpots. You,” I called back. Allie had struck on the idea that with Wendy’s medical knowledge, and Danni’s skill with botany and chemistry, they might be able to create basic painkillers and fevers control medications. It wouldn’t be a spot on the sort of medical technology we’d had, but in a world without doctors and dentists, minor injuries had become a far more dangerous prospect.

“I… Calvin, come look at this!”

I raced through a curtain into a tiny hallway of two large closest, one on either side, leading to a dressing area and a bedroom. She’d gone through one side and pulled out a range of clothes from each closet. Winter coats, sweaters, and, I noticed, a few lacy things. I whistled, “hel-looo nurse,” as I picked up a hanger holding an old-style white nurses uniform.

“No, durak,” she cursed at me and batted the clothes out of my hand, “those were a surprise, I meant this.”

I followed her pointing finger to the other closet. Boxes of old medical books from the fifties and sixties, even the seventies and eighties. The spine on one read ‘traditional pharmacology.’

“Holy shit, this might be the jackpot.”

Allie was all smiles as we lugged the stuff to the boat, and I was feeling pretty good about it too. I noticed that she’d shoved a bunch of clothes into a garbage bag, a white skirt at the top, and she smiled happily at it.

*

As we slipped across the channel back toward the eastern side of the lake, Allie sat up in the bow, keeping an eye out ahead. We hadn’t encountered anyone that was a threat like the bandits she and I had once tangled with in two years, but those experiences were always at the front on her mind. It was rare that we were scavenged and she didn’t spend most of the time watching for signs of trouble.

“Calvin,” she called me, “is that our row boat?”

I looked south to where she was pointing. It was tough to see with a bit of chop on the water, and the small boat was heading away from us, but it did look to be our rowboat heading toward Slead’s.

We weren’t moving that fast with the weight of the books in the sailboat, and I guessed that whoever was in the boat was already much of the way to the docks there. “Too far away for us to catch now, let’s get home and find out what’s up!”

*

We got back to our place and tied the sailboat up, summoning the boys and Katy to grab the boxes of books and bring them in with the promise of some novels and comic books we’d found too, and headed inside. It was a scene.

Danni was working the radio, desperately trying to hail the women at Slead’s. “Nomad women, come in, this is Pale Horse for Nomad women. A member of our group is heading your way, please respond!”

It turned out that Aria and Alanna had gotten into it. Hard. I was fuzzy on the details, but they’d been fighting and Alanna had decided to take her things and head to Slead’s to join up with the other women, cursing all the way.

She was a hysterical, histrionic arguer, and Alanna had gotten worked up enough to not care about the Redeyes that were waking up in the town. She brandished an old snub nose at her sister when she and Joseph had tried to stop her.

Sighing, I looked out at the boat, “I guess I should go get her? We can’t just leave her over there.”

Aria shook her head forcefully, “no, if she’s with those women you met, she’s just as safe as here, and what she wants is to make a huge scene.”

Danni piped up, turning from the radio, “she could tell them how many of us there are, everything about us, though.”

“Fuck!” Aria cursed and shook her head, “goddammit, she’s such a brat. It’s been like this our whole lives.”

I didn’t doubt it. Not for the first time, and with very little shame, I silently wished that Alanna had been the sister who hadn’t Klossinger’s with the rest of us.

I was about to offer to go and get Alanna again when the radio crackled faintly “…pale hrzzz…. reading me….”

Allie leapt to the radio, she and Danni working the dials to pull in the signal, but it was weak, barley holding

“We read! We read,” Danni sent back.

“We… your message,…. we… gone….. headed…. direction you suggested……… Redeyes were…. moving……. too many, over.”

Hell, that probably meant they’d been close to where Allie and I had been salvaging if they were walking along the shore of the lake.

Allie turned to me with wide eyes as Aria gasped, grabbing the field glasses I’d left on the radio desk. She ran outside. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the loud pop pop of the revolver Alanna had stolen.

I thought about Bell and Wu, both of them Intelligence officers. The kind of people that trained on ranges and courses, but were mainly adept at tech, handling information, trained to limit enemy contact… “shit,” I cursed as I grabbed the receiver from Danni, “did you leave any deterrents to pursuit?”

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Cozbi: Rise Of The She-Demon

“The zealots of the church and state
Shall e’er my mortal foe be;
But let me have bold Zimri’s fate,
Within the arms of Cozbi!”
– Excerpt from “I Murder Hate,” by Robert Burns.

1618 B.C.E.

“My Lord, are you sure we should be here?”

I trembled nervously as my new husband, Zimri, led me through the camp to his personal tent. I felt the eyes of the High Priests, along with others of the gathered tribe, move over my body as Zimri led me past. Their scowls were not at all approving.

“Of course, my darling,” Zimri assured me. “You are my wife now, I can bring you anywhere I please.”

“But, your people did not approve,” I reminded him. “We were married in the eyes of my people, under our Gods, yes. But your High Priests refused us that same right.”

“It matters not,” Zimri dismissed me. “We have sworn oaths, and I have paid the purchase price to your father. You belong to me now.”

Pulling me inside his tent, he closed the flap behind him.

“Remove your clothes.” His instruction was firm, insistent.

I did as I was told, quickly shedding my long, flowing bridal robes. In moments, I stood revealed before my new husband, my olive skin aglow with sweat from the desert heat.

Zimri disrobed as well. I gasped at the sight of his manhood. It wasn’t my first encounter with a circumcised male. Unlike the Hebrew God that Zimri worshiped, my Gods had no restrictions on sex, purity or chastity.

So I was quite familiar with the male sex organ. Up until this moment though, I had never seen one quite so… unimpressive.

Still, I understood my wifely duty, and dropped to my knees before him, eager to perform it.

Zimri, however, had not the patience. Pushing me to the carpeted floor of the tent, he moved above me, pinning me down with his superior strength.

His engorged member prodded eagerly at the entrance to my own tent. Without preamble or warning of any kind, Zimri forced himself inside me.

I found myself grateful he was not nearly as well endowed as the men I had been with before, since Zimri had given me no time to build my desire enough to ease his passage.

Still, as he thrust away eagerly, I felt my pleasure grow, soon finding a rhythm with him, my hips swaying as he pumped.

A rhythm that ended all too quickly when I felt his seed erupt within me.

Zimri collapsed over me, panting and sweating profusely. “Ah, my darling Cozbi, you truly are an exotic delight! I am looking forward to…”

His words were cut off by the sounds of an angry mob gathered outside our tent. Zimri turned his head just in time to see the frenzied, wild eyed priest burst in, a long, sharp spear in hand.

Trapped beneath my husband, I could only watch in horror as the invader lifted the spear high, his eyes glazed over with madness and rage.

Zimri cried out in fear, then agony.

I screamed as well. A sharp burst of pain exploded in my abdomen.

Then my world went black.

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Somewhere Outside Time And Space

“Wake up. Wake up, my child.”

I lifted my head slowly. My eyes fluttered open.

The room was bigger than anything I had ever seen before, far grander than even my father’s royal court, or the many temples my people had erected in honor of the Gods.

The granite floor was hard, smooth, cool to the touch. The stone walls of the long, rectangular hall seemed to reach to the heavens, as did the parallel rows of columns that ran the length of the cavernous space.

At the far end was a staircase, flanked by two massive stone pillars, gargoyle carvings perched atop each, along with a pair of brightly burning torches.

The staircase led to a dais on which sat a throne, wreathed in flames. A large, multicolored orb of glass, or perhaps some type of highly polished stone, topped the backrest, shimmering with an unearthly glow.

Upon the throne sat a figure, obscured in mist and shadow.

“Stand, child,” the figure commanded.

I scrambled to my feet, naked, afraid, clutching absently at my belly.

“Do not be frightened, child.” The voice was softer now, soothing. “Come closer.”

I tentatively approached the foot of the stairs, eyes cast downwards, uneager to meet the gaze of the mysterious figure.

“Stop. Right there. Now, stand straight, child. Let me look at you.”

Finding my strength, I lifted my head, my arms dropping to my sides, no longer attempting to cover myself.

Puffing out my chest, I stood proud and unashamed before him. Although his face was still obscured in shadow, I met his fiery eyes with my own defiant glare.

“I am no etiler escort CHILD! I am Princess Cozbi, daughter of Zur, ruler of Midian, and wife of Zimri, son of Salu of the tribe of Simeon of the Israelites!”

“Good,” his deep voice chuckled. “Oh very, very good. You have spirit, I like that! Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.”

“What do you mean?” I spat. “Where is my husband? I demand you bring me to him! I…”

Booming laughter cut me off. “Oh, my dear Cozbi! You are in no position to demand anything! Do you even know where you are? Stop and think for a moment. What is the last thing you remember?”

I thought deeply, struggling to recall. The memory came back in a flash; the angry cry of the priest, the blur of the spear, the wail of agony. I again clenched at the phantom pain in my abdomen.

“I… am I…?”

“Dead? Yes. I’m so sorry.”

“And this is…?”

“The Underworld, yes.”

“Are you Ba’al?”

Again the good-natured laugh. “No. But he is an associate of mine.”

The figure stood and, with graceful ease, descended the stairs. The mist parted as he approached, revealing himself clearly; tall, lean, his body adorned in elegant, kingly robes of red and purple, edged with gold trim along the sleeves and hem.

Long black hair framed the angular features of his chiseled marble face. Slitted amber eyes twinkled with wicked merriment.

His thin lips offered a warm, almost loving smile.

I trembled at his terrifying beauty.

“Who are you?” I asked in wonder.

“I go by many names. One you might be familiar with is Asmodeus.”

I nodded. “Ah. Yes, I have heard of you. You’re… you’re more… handsome, than I expected.”

Again his smile inflamed my desire. “Do you know why you’re here, my dear?”

I shook my head. His gaze as his eyes wandered over my body made my nethers tingle.

“You are here because your family sold you like a piece of property to a man from a tribe of wandering nomads who believe it is perfectly acceptable to slaughter any heathen who does not worship their vengeful God.”

“But,” I objected, “Zimri selected me, knowing I was not of his tribe, his faith. I had no choice in the matter; it was the will of my family that I be wed to him, to form a union between our people.”

Asmodeus sighed in sympathy. “And yet his people slaughtered you as casually as one of their sacrificial lambs. Zimri broke the rules about choosing a wife from among the pagans. But they blamed you for seducing him, and so you also paid the price. Do you think that fair?”

I shook with brimming anger. “No.”

“Good.” Asmodeus grinned wider, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Neither do I. Now tell me, dear Princess; would you like to have your revenge? The ability to take down those men, and ones like them, that abuse their power and harm others for their own means? To seduce them to their eternal Doom?”

I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes.”

“Then kneel. Pledge yourself to me, and I will give you powers beyond imagination.”

I knelt, bowing my head, arms raised in supplication. “I pledge myself to your service. I am yours to command, Lord Asmodeus.”

“Very well. I accept your service.” Extending his arm, Asmodeus offered his hand. I leaned in to kiss the goat headed ring on his finger.

Taking me by the hand, he led me up the staircase. Another throne, sparkling with gemstones the likes I had never before seen, appeared beside his, as if from nowhere. Flames encircled it as well, yet I felt no heat.

“Here, sit.” With a gesture, he guided me to my seat before taking his own.

His voice turned deadly serious. “I have an offer for you, Princess. A position in my service; one I think you will quite enjoy.”

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Nisan 13, 33 C.E.

“What troubles you, my love?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, naked, my breasts shining in the pale moonlight streaming through the open window.

My newest lover stood before it, also nude, staring up into the night sky. “The walls are closing in. I have heard the whispers, the grumbling. They will come for us. It is only a matter of time now.”

I stood and moved to him. My arms enveloped his waist, my breasts crushed against his muscular back. My soft hand caressed his flaccid member, trying to coax it back to life.

My voice whispered lightly in his ear, a hint of fresh wine on my breath. “You could always turn him in.”

The man whirled on me angrily, swatting my hand away. “I cannot! I must not! What you speak of is the worst kind of betrayal! I would be damned!”

“You would be saving yourself,” I countered. “It is not you they want. It is him. He is the trouble maker, the rabble rouser. It is his radical teachings that stir the people to rebel against the Pharisees. Against the Empire.”

I pressed myself to him again, pleased to discover the sleeping giant of his manhood stirring from its slumber. “Besides, if he is taksim escort who he says he is, he should have no trouble escaping capture. And you will have redeemed yourself in the eyes of the High Priests. You will have done your duty to your people and your God, handing over a wicked blasphemer. They cannot blame you if he eludes them, can they?”

The man pondered this. “And what if he does not elude them? They will certainly crucify him.”

“Then he is not who he claims to be, is he? And he would deserve his fate.”

I smiled seductively, taking a firm grip on his throbbing organ. This time, he did not object.

“Come back to bed, Judas. Let me ease your worries. Things will look clearer come morning.”

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Nisan 17, 33 C.E.

It was not yet dawn when I arrived at the tomb. Carefully scanning my surroundings with preternatural vision, I saw no one nearby.

Rolling the stone away from the cave entrance was easy; accomplished by a simple wave of the hand.

Removing the burial shroud from the already decaying corpse that lay supine on the crude stone altar was harder. I couldn’t risk destroying it; my orders were to leave it intact. That meant getting my hands dirty.

“Ugh,” I gasped as the final bits of cloth peeled away, along with several layers of rotted flesh. “Sorry about this, truly. But it’s your own damn fault! Play with fire, you get burned. Or, in your case, nailed.”

I eyed the fragile, pale body with regret. “Damn shame, really. You know, several of us had a running bet as to whether or not God really had done something as stupid as turn Himself into a human and come down to Earth. Do you realize how many low level Imps I’m gonna have to suck off now that you turned out to be a fraud?”

I lashed out, slapping the face of the unfeeling carcass. With a shake of my head, I laughed bitterly. “Look at me; I’m talking to a fucking corpse. I am definitely taking a well earned sabbatical after this.”

With a resigned sigh, I bent, pressed my hands to the body, and pushed. “Okay, Yeshua, let’s…ufff…get this over with.”

The body fell to the ground with a dull thunk. I grimaced at the mess, then closed my eyes and focused my energy. The cave shook violently as the rocky surface beneath the cadaver split open, small cracks becoming a gaping maw, swallowing the body whole. The ground then slowly sealed itself, concealing the corpse of the former carpenter turned prophet completely.

“Good job,” I chuckled to myself. “Last place anyone would look for the body of a dead Messiah; right where they left it.”

Sunlight streamed through the opening of the cave as dawn arrived. Just outside, I could hear voices, footsteps getting closer.

“Right on time.”

With a blink of my eyes, my dark robes transformed into a brilliant, glowing white. With a second blink, so did my hair.

Unlike most Angels and many of my fellow Demons, I did not possess wings. But with a little trick of the light and some clever manipulation of my robes, I could create the illusion easily enough.

Raising myself to my full height, I strode purposefully from the tomb.

Two women were waiting outside. One, the dead man’s mother; the other, his secret wife. They fell to their knees, blanched with terror, as I approached.

“Fear ye not!” I proclaimed in a loud, clear voice. “I know ye seek Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here, for he is risen! Now go, quickly, and tell his disciples the news! Tell them to spread the word!”

The women scrambled to their feet, running back across the valley from which they’d come.

“And make sure you tell them the Angel who sent you was a WOMAN!” I yelled after them.

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Somewhere Outside Time And Space

“Is it done?”

I plunked myself down on my throne beside Asmodeus with an exhausted sigh. “Yes. Body gone without a trace, witnesses to the ‘Angel’ at the tomb declaring him ‘risen.’ The tale is already spreading.”

“Good,” Asmodeus boomed, sounding pleased. “Well done, Princess. You have served me well.”

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” I objected, “I haven’t been a ‘Princess’ in a long time.”

Asmodeus winked at me. “Whatever you say, M’Lady.”

“Don’t be a dick, As.”

Asmodeus laughed his deep, rich laugh. “You know you love it, Cozbi. You’ve never stopped considering yourself royalty, even after that priest put a spear through your…”

“Enough,” I snapped, clenching my lower belly. “Seriously, As, you know I hate it when you bring up the past.”

“I am sorry, my love.”

I simply glared at him. He didn’t sound even slightly remorseful.

A thought then occurred to me. “I must ask; what was the point of all that? Would it not have been better for them to find the body still in the tomb? To discover he was a charlatan, just another false Messiah?”

“Oh, but you fail to understand the beauty of it,” said Asmodeus. fatih escort “His band of followers are spreading the word of his ‘resurrection’ as we speak. They are already dying for their belief in him.

“And soon, they will kill for that belief. Their cult will spread like wildfire, leaving chaos and mayhem behind them as they go. Wars will be fought in his name. Empires will fall. Even genocide. It will be glorious. And all to serve the purpose of our Master.”

I smiled nonchalantly, but inside, my thoughts were in turmoil as the ramifications of my actions now became clear.

Seducing already wicked humans and leading them to their doom was one thing. But to have helped given rise to what surely would be an unheard of amount of pain and suffering was something altogether different. And I was well aware who would wind up suffering the most. The innocent; especially the women and children.

I found myself feeling like a pawn in a very big game; a game where neither the rules nor goals were made clear.

And I wasn’t very happy about it.

Still, my options at this point were limited. To rebel against Asmodeus and refuse my assigned duties would lead to an immediate demotion and removal as Commander and Executive Officer; a rank I had worked very hard to rise to over the past several centuries, and a position usually reserved only for True Born Demons; those who were of the First Fallen. Those who, unlike me, had never been HUMAN.

Disobeying the Dark Lord would be career suicide. I could very well find myself cast off to the lowest depths of Hell, there to be given only the most menial of tasks. Probably cleaning shit from Cerberus’ cage for all eternity.

And that’s if he didn’t simply blast me into Oblivion. Yes, even supernatural beings could be rendered to a state of nonexistence by someone more powerful. And as much as I hated to admit it, Asmodeus’ powers far exceeded my own.

Masking my anger and disapproval, I instead merely nodded in agreement.

“The purpose of our Master. Yes, of course. Hail Satan.”

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April 2nd, 2010 C.E. 6:15 AM

THWAAAAP!

Father MacKenzie howled in both pain and pleasure as the whip lashed at him, his cries muffled by the ball gag currently stuffed in his mouth still echoing in the high ceiling chapel.

I stood before him, a vision in black leather and red lace, a rawhide flogger in my silken gloved hand.

The priest hung from the full-sized cross that stood behind the pulpit he preached from every Sunday, his short, fat cock twitching with excitement, anticipating the next blow.

He didn’t have to wait long. I lashed out three times in rapid succession, angry red welts forming over his chest, torso and thighs.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you, piggie?” I sneered up at him. “Squeal some more for me!”

The whip came down with repeated cracks, drawing louder screeches from him with every blow.

“You want more?” I asked snidely. “Remember, piggie: blink twice for no, three times for yes.”

Father MacKenzie’s eyes fluttered twice rapidly and, after a slight pause, a third time.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice mockingly concerned. “You hesitated on that last blink.”

His watering eyes met mine and again he blinked, three times.

“Good piggie,” I purred. “But first…”

Reaching into my cleavage, I produced a small, egg shaped device. Clicking the single button, the buttplug I had shoved up Father MacKenzie’s ass before strapping him to the cross roared to life, his cock already spurting precum as it buzzed away against his prostate.

I laughed in delight. “Oops! Did I forget to tell you it vibrates? My bad! Oh, speaking of surprises, I have one more for you.”

Father MacKenzie leered at the view of my full, round ass as I bent to pull out a box tucked away under one of the pews.

His expression changed from one of lust to confusion, turning quickly to fear as I opened it.

“Recognize this?” I asked as I straightened up and turned to face him. “It’s your personal laptop. You know, the one your parishioners paid for with their tithes? The secret one you keep locked away in your office safe? I wonder what you keep on this, Father. Let’s find out, shall we?”

Father MacKenzie growled his objections from beneath the gag, drool and spittle leaking out as his eyes went wide with horror.

“Tisk tisk tisk,” I frowned as I scrolled through the folders. “Oh, Patrick, you have been a naughty boy, haven’t you?”

Turning the screen towards him, I clicked through the images displayed. “These are you, right? On your knees in front of your altar boy? But I don’t think you’re praying, are you, Patrick?”

Setting the laptop down, I next produced several manilla envelopes from the box. “I’ve already taken the liberty of printing out these pictures. And your financial records. The ones showing all the money you skim off the church coffers. They’re already addressed and stamped; this one to the local police, this one to the FBI, this one to a major media outlet, and finally one to the church board of directors.”

Tears streamed from Father MacKenzie’s eyes as he struggled to free himself, his muffled voice trying desperately to speak.

“Tell me again how this is supposed to work?” Julia asked her friend Berenice. Both had recently celebrated their 18th birthdays, but Bere seemed far more comfortable with the milestone. “We receive our unalienable rights, the birth rights of all adults, but how are we even supposed to take advantage of them?”

“Julia, our rights in the international communities aren’t relevant to us here. We want to remain in our own community, don’t we? That means following our own ways and knowing our place. If you wanted to leave, you’d have that right, but why would you want that? This is our home, and we’ve just reached the age where life starts to get interesting.”

“Full citizens, but we must still obey our fathers in every way. My father won’t even give me full access to the network, I still have to go through the child filter. But full network access is one of our inalienable rights!”

“Julia, you know the pairing is only a few days away, and after that, we’ll be under the authority of our husbands. If you get a good pick, I’m sure your husband will let you look at anything you like on the network. Anyway, you can go and access a network terminal at the library, the librarian must give you full access by law.”

“I already talked with the librarian, and he said that full network access before your first pairing is strongly discouraged, because spoilers will ruin the impact. He admitted that he can’t stop me, legally, but he would notify my father if I went through with it.”

“Well, I know your father would punish you for that. Mine is easy going, and he’d let me access the network, but I have no interest in the outside world, or spoilers, I just want to get through the pairing and to get started with my real life. To have my husband, to become pregnant and give birth to my first child! I can’t wait!”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for any of that,” said Julia, “I feel like I’m going straight into it without knowing anything. How does a relationship with a husband work? How do I become pregnant? Am I ready to bring up a child?”

“Oh, you worry so much, Julia. That’s what the pairing is for, we don’t just get matched with our husbands, we also learn all the secrets of adults. Just do what you are told to do, and I bet everything will become perfectly clear. You know that you won’t be bringing up a child on your own, the entire community will be helping.”

In the following days, Julia remained anxious. She refrained from requesting network access at the library, and still had no idea what she was getting herself into. But the pairing was the most important part of their community rituals, and had remained unchanged for decades. She stopped attending her voluntary work in a food processing factory, and spent her time in her room using the network, the child filter still in place.

She had her own room, in a larger block which also contained living and dining areas, and which was occupied by several families. She had ten siblings in total, but most were older and had already been paired, so only her two younger sisters remained. Most of the others would visit occasionally, often with their spouses and children. However, two had emigrated. They never visited, and were seldom mentioned.

She tried to learn all she could. She examined her family history, which extended back several generations. Her parents had followed the ideal, pairing at age 18 and spending their lives together, having one child after another. Her maternal grandparents had paired in their late 20s, both having divorced after previous marriages. They had had two children before divorcing once again, and going on to new pairings. Her paternal grandparents had paired in their 30s, her grandfather a widower and her grandmother a divorcee. They had four children together, and stayed together until her grandfather died in his early 70s, and her grandmother had paired again in her old age.

All of her grandparents had been born in Jesanc, but the previous generation were immigrants. They arrived after it had been founded by Jeremiah and his group of disciples in the chaos after the Culture Wars in the old USA. It was one of the countless autonomous communities operating under the Treaty. She could follow her family records back several more generations, finding various dates where one or another ancestor had immigrated to the USA from Europe. Diversity in her ancestry was limited to Ireland, Britain, and three countries on mainland Europe. Following this line of research was taking time, but giving little insight.

If only she could talk with her two brothers who had emigrated. She had no idea where they were now. Perhaps she would be able to find out, if not for the child filter, but her access to information about communities outside Jesanc was seriously limited.

She pondered the nature of Jesanc. Jeremiah had long passed away, but an authorized collection of his teachings were recorded in the Book, which formed the basis for how the community operated. Although nominally based on Christianity, many of his teachings were apparently topkapı escort original concepts, supposedly derived through divine inspiration. The small town where Jeremiah and his followers settled, “Jeremiah’s Sanctuary” eventually became Jesanc. The community had flourished, growing to a few thousand a dozen years afters its formation. Immigration after that was limited to special cases, but even with net emigration, it had grown to tens of thousands through natural population growth. Their land had expanded correspondingly, according to Treaty provisions, although this part of the Treaty remained controversial. Construction of new buildings was continuous and ongoing.

She talked with her elder sister Keziah, who had been paired about five years ago and had three children. After some small talk, about Keziah’s children, she tried to get the discussion onto the subject of the pairing.

“How could you be sure, Keziah, that the man you were paired with would turn out to be right for you?”

“Julia, I can see that you are nervous, but you just need to have a little faith in the process. There are 20 men and 20 women in every pairing. You’ll be paired with the person who is the best match.”

“But what if nobody wants me? What if all the men want the other women, and I’m left alone at the end, and the last man decides to drop out and try again next time?”

Keziah laughed. “Well, I know you haven’t seen any pairings yet, but they almost always continue to the end. 40 people go in, and 20 couples come out. If a man has been rejected by 19 women, he’ll take the 20th who is left. Why would he expect anything better next time? But there’s no way that you are going to be rejected by 19 men. You have no idea how cute you are, you’ll have plenty of options to choose from.”

“I have no idea if I’m cute of not,” said Julia sceptically. “Even if they were lining up for me, how would I know which one to pick? I hardly know any boys, we had separate schools and contact with them before coming of age was completely forbidden. How can I find somebody nice when I know nothing about them?”

“Just keep your eyes and ears open. Listen to what the boys are saying, look at their expressions, decide whether you really want to spend time with each boy. Don’t just ogle their bodies. Hopefully, it will be obvious.”

“Ogle their bodies?” said Julia, incredulous.

“Look, I’ve said too much. I’m not going to give you spoilers. Just follow my suggestions and it should turn out fine,” said Keziah. “Look at me and Abidan, still together after 5 years! If the worst comes to the worst, you can get a divorce and try again with somebody else.”

“Yes, Abidan is nice,” agreed Julia. As a girl, and even now as an adult woman, she wasn’t supposed to stare at men, or even make eye contact, but she had often glanced at Abidan from the corner of her eye when he visited.

Two days later, the day of the pairing dawned. First-time pairings were always special, but due to the size of Jesanc’s population, they still came around quite often. Like ordinary pairings, they involved the matching of men and women of around the same age into couples. However, a first-time pairing also included elements of sex education, which was considered essential given that discussion of anything sexual with minors was strictly forbidden. The community ideal was for both boys and girls to reach their first pairing in a state of blessed ignorance. Given the effectiveness of network filtering, and the draconian punishments for violating the rule, the ideal was often achieved.

Julia put on her ceremonial outfit, as described in the Book of Jeremiah. Starting with modest white cotton panties, a similar white cotton bra with a steel wire frame, rough burlap stockings, scratching her legs a little, a simple long blue dress with long sleeves, buttoned up in the front, a white bonnet, and brown leather shoes. All the items were made locally in the community, and sized to fit her perfectly.

She went out to the living room, and made her farewells. Nearly everybody who lived in the building had assembled to see her off. Her mother was sobbing slightly. “Make us all proud, Julia,” said her father.

Julia left on foot, her anxiety undiminished. A few buildings down the street, she met Berenice, who was dressed identically. They walked to the Pairing Center together, without speaking.

The Pairing Center was an ornate varnished wooden building. It had a single storey, but very high ceilings. The design was plain, but figures had been carved into the heavy door, depicting romantic scenes, so far as that could be achieved without indecency. Children could view the exterior, after all, but they were not permitted to enter.

Two men wearing black were standing at the door. Julia recognized them as assistant priests. They checked that Julia and Berenice were on the list of participants, then opened the door and invited them inside.

They entered a wooden hallway, and the door was closed behind them. bağcılar escort It was not brightly lit. A short distance along, they found a door on the left labelled “Women” in old brass letters. Further along on the right was another door labelled “Men.” Ahead, at the end of the corridor was another door, but it was unmarked.

Berenice opened the door marked “Woman.” Inside was a wooden panelled room, fitted with pews. The lighting was somewhat brighter. About 10 girls were already seated inside, chatting quietly to each other. Julia and Berenice found a pew of their own and sat quietly.

“There are drones in here,” said Bere. “Every so often, I glimpse them at the edge of my vision.” Julia sat quietly, looking around, and eventually saw one clearly, a black cube a few centimeters across, the wings beating invisibly. “Cameras,” she said, “I’ve seen them before, in the punishment room. They record everything at public events, from multiple angles.” “So that’s how they do it,” said Bere, “I know that the Book specifies that punishments and pairings are recorded on video for posterity, but I assumed they just used cameras in the walls and ceiling.” “There are probably cameras everywhere in this building,” said Julia.

They didn’t have to wait long before all 20 girls had arrived, all dressed identically. Nobody would be late to this event. Somewhere, a clock chimed 10 a.m.

The door started to open, and the girls went silent and looked at the floor. A man dressed in black, wearing a black hat, walked in, one of the senior teacher-priests. “Good morning!” he exclaimed. “I’m Reverend Thomas, and I’ll be conducting the ceremony today.” He stopped at the front, where there was a lectern, already holding a copy of the Book, the full version, not the children’s version. He turned it to the first page of the Pairing Ceremony.

“This will be a very special occasion for you all, your first Pairing. What happens in the next few hours will change your life forever. Today, you will learn everything that you need to know to be a woman. Some of the things that I ask you to do will seem strange, and in opposition to everything you have learnt until now. But be assured that all will be as Jeremiah has ordained and must be done exactly as I explain. By following my instructions you will be following Jeremiah.”

“Wait here now while I talk to the men,” he said, then he left the room.

Julia turned to Bere to say something, but Bere hushed her. “Remember,” she whispered, “we are being recorded, including everything we say.” Julia was already nervous, and she took the hint and kept her idle and rebellious thoughts to herself.

Eventually, Reverend Thomas returned. He glanced at the Book, and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “I’ll be taking you one at a time to be prepared. This will take a while, so please remain patient while you are waiting. Jeremiah specifies that the names shalt be taken in alphabetical order, and thus we will do it. Abigale? You will be first.”

Abigale looked very nervous, but was probably used to going first. Rev. Thomas led her out of the room, and closed the door. Some of the other girls chattered to each other nervously, but Julia and Bere remained silent.

It seemed like a full 15 minutes before the Reverend returned, without Abigale. He stood at the front again, looked at his list, and called out, “Anna, you are next.” They departed.

This time he returned quite a bit quicker, in less than 10 minutes. He took Ava away next. Returning again, he called for Berenice. Bere and Julia glanced at each other, and Julia whispered “good luck,” before they departed.

With Bere gone, Julia felt even more anxious. Girls were taken one by one. Chloe, Claudia, Deborah, Drusilla, Eden, Hannah, and Judith. Then the Reverend returned, and called out “Julia”.

Julia stood up and followed him out of the room and down the hall. She was sure that several drones had followed them out, and were hovering just out of sight. She expected him to lead her to the door at the end of the hall, but he opened the door to the right labelled “Men,” and led her in.

The room was identical to the one they had just left, but unsurprisingly, the pews were occupied by boys. It looked like all 20 were there, gazing at her as she entered the room. She stared demurely at the floor.

The Reverend took his place at an identical lectern with an identical Book turned to the same page, and gestured for Julia to stand beside him. “This is Julia, a real cutie wouldn’t you agree?” The boys nodded, but maintained a respectful silence, no doubt under strict orders.

“I’d like Julia’s helper to come forward now. Julia is the 12th woman, so we need the 12th man, in reverse alphabetical order, Gabriel.” Only Jeremiah ever knew the reasons for some of these details, but nobody was going to question them now.

Gabriel came forward. He was one of the smaller boys, and although having a competitive streak, he was not one of the leaders in either sports or studies. His halkalı escort dark brown hair was cut short, like all the boys. He was wearing the locally-made ceremonial uniform for men: a white cotton shirt, long grey trousers, a blue tie and jacket, black shoes and grey socks. Standing at the front, he was about the same height as Julia. He knew what to do already, from watching the previous girls. He went to a cupboard and took out a large large paper bag and a thick pencil, and he wrote “Julia” in large letters on the bag.

Julia stared at the floor, while watching Gabriel from the corner of her eye. The Reverend spoke to her. “Now we start casting off the rules of children, so that you may become an adult. You are now a woman, and you may look at women and children directly, eye to eye. During the Pairing Ceremony, you may also look at men. I want you to look directly at the men in this room. Meet their gaze, one by one.” Julia was more terrified than ever. Facing twenty boys, looking at them directly, was against everything she had ever been taught. She hadn’t expected to be so alone, so vulnerable. Slowly, she raised her head, to see the rows of staring boys. She felt their gaze, and blushed.

She flinched, but held her head up, and started by looking at the faces of the boys who were furthest away in the back row, one by one, then scanning the closer rows until reaching the boys right in front of her. By the end, she felt a few tears run down her face, but she couldn’t help noticing that some of the boys seemed more appealing, while others repelled her. She had all but forgotten about the hovering drones, or the presumed hidden cameras in the walls and ceiling.

“Gabriel, kneel down and unlace her shoes.” Gabriel did so. “Now Julia, lift your left foot. Gabriel, hold her ankle and remove her shoe. Put the shoe in the bag.” He did so, sliding the shoe from her stockinged foot. Julia, shocked by the strange feeling of somebody holding her ankle, almost lost her balance, but she managed to recover after hopping a couple of times on her other foot. “Now repeat with her right foot.”

“Gabriel, stand a little to the side, so that the other boys can see. Julia, remove your bonnet, and hand it to Gabriel.” Julia froze. She knew enough not to exclaim out loud, or speak out of turn, but this was indeed against everything she had ever been taught. To allow the teacher to see her hair, let alone an entire classroom full of boys was beyond comprehension. However, she soon came to her senses. The Reverend had already explained that it would seem strange, but evidently it was as Jeremiah has ordained and it was not her place to question it. What could she do anyway, back out, never complete the ceremony, and fail her parents?

She untied the strap, and lifted the bonnet off her head. Her reddish-brown hair, gathered underneath, fell around her shoulders and down her back. There were a few gasps from the boys, and the Reverend glared at them. “That’s enough,” he said, “you will watch silently, without commentary, or you will leave the room.” Julia handed the bonnet to Gabriel, who placed it in the bag with the shoes.

“Release the buttons on your dress,” the Reverend instructed. I can do that, she thought, it’s not hard. She unbuttoned them one by one, starting at the tight neckline, all the way down to the waist. Her dress fell open slightly, and she felt a little panic, surely that hadn’t been intended? Everybody would be able to see her throat, perhaps even a hint of her bra. She gathered it together with her fingers at her neck.

“Pull your arms out of the sleeves.” Yes, that’s not so hard, she thought, it’s just what I’d do anyway, if I was taking it off. She used her left arm to work the right sleeve off her right arm, letting the dress go loose. Then she repeated with the left sleeve. The top half of the dress fall away down her back, leaving the bottom half supported at the waist. She was aware but somehow unaware of standing with her bare arms, shoulders, belly, for all to see. Was that supposed to happen?, she thought. She felt like she had become an automaton, with no will of her own, almost beyond fear. Her modest white bra did not expose any cleavage, but the boys gawked, and now she looked at them gawking at her.

“Good Julia, now unfasten the lower part of your dress, and let it fall down, so that Gabriel can collect it.” Julia unbuttoned a strap, which tightened the waist. No elastic was used here. She slipped the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor. She stepped over it so that Gabriel could gather it up and put it into the bag. Still wearing her modest white bra and panties, and burlap stockings, she faced the boys, almost feeling a twinge of excitement at the way some of the cuter boys were looking at her. This is all Jeremiah’s plan, she thought.

“Lift one leg at a time, so that Gabriel can remove your stockings,” the teacher continued. She complied, as standing on one foot wasn’t hard for her, even with Gabriel pulling on a stocking. The teacher could have asked her to lean against a wall, or remove the stockings herself, but the way she was balancing was enchanting. Gabriel was a little rough and she hoped the stockings would not be damaged. This is all part of the plan, how I become a woman, she thought, as her slim teenage legs and feet were exposed.

Authors Notes

After the events in Camelot at CABRI, we return to the initial scene where Wyatt reigned victorious over the cocky girl and her Anima on Route 438. Now she must “pay” the victor as Wyatt travels home.

As promised, another chapter before the end of the year. Hoping to have one more as well as I sit down and spend more time writing. Thanks all as always for your support!

Thanks as always to KenjiSato for his editing prowess.

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BACK ON ROUTE 438, AFTER THE BATTLE WITH THE LYNEXN

“Keep on taking deep breaths.” Wyatt’s hand trembled, as he felt guilty pushing his defeated opponent to her back amidst the grain on the shoulder of Route 438. Just a few more meters from his home, the hubris of this girl delayed him. It was time to carry out his charge.

“Eeekk.” The girl, who previously was so haughty with her challenge of an Anima battle, now covered her face in shame, as she felt Wyatt slip her jeans down her legs. His cock hung out like the sword of Damocles above her head. The very sight of it made her wheeze, as she tried to come to terms with her fate.

He didn’t have to force her; she complied, for the most part, as he guided her to a soft patch of ground and ordered her to lie down for the deed. But, she certainly was not looking forward to it. Her face was redder than the rays of dusk light that showed above them in the sky, and soon sans pants, she began to, teary-eyed, try to catch her breath.

“Hey…” Wyatt ran his hand through her dark hair, trying to soothe her with his touch. This was the first girl he was breeding that had not thrown herself at him. The first girl near his age, as well. Her eyes had a fear to them, one he wished he could eradicate. “Just relax, this won’t be that bad.”

Beneath him, the girl grit her teeth, her brows furrowed as she glared up at him. There was no love lost for the breeder. To that end, it was time.

Reaching down, he slowly peeled her panties away from her. Her eyes clenched shut, as the most sensitive bits of skin on the girl’s body were exposed to the cool air. Dark hair, matching those on her head, adorned her sex, not as neatly or deftly trimmed as the older women he had bedded. Yet, there was a sexiness to this, he certainly could feel the appeal.

Leaning down, he attempted to lighten her spirits, his nose grazing her slit as it moistened for nature’s boon to be bestowed upon her. She smelt of sweat and sweetness. After he had tasted Christi, he wanted to sample some more.

It was no sooner than when he stuck his tongue and lips to her bits that she screamed. Her legs pushed him as she closed her thighs tightly.

“What! What are you doing?!” She indignantly shoved him, though not by any means forcefully enough to truly catch him off balance.

Nearby, Requiem snarled, taking a small step forward, sensing his master’s frustration through the link.

“It’s fine, Req…” He held out a hand, annoyed with the girl beneath him, as he tried to do a nice thing. “Sorry… just wanted to make it good for you is all.”

“Make it…? Ugh… just get… get it done.” She whimpered and huffed, hands returning to cover her eyes, as she opened her legs again. She knew she had little choice, but clearly, she had no interest in foreplay.

“As you wish…” She struck Wyatt as sort of rude. A briskness that made him want to be done with her, as well.

It wouldn’t be long before he indulged her, opening her legs with his hand as he shoved inside of her, just as briskly as she talked. She yelped at the stretching he gave her, and Wyatt felt a remarkable tightness that none of the ladies he had experienced before had brought. Younger pussy, clearly, had its upsides. He felt sucked into this strange girl’s cunt with each stroke, groaning his approval as he held her leg upwards, and she cried out.

“It’s too big… keep… eehhhaahhh! Just a little!” She pleaded with him, albeit with a rather ungrateful tone.

Wyatt was too enamored with the feeling to indulge any restraint requested of him; instead, filling her with each pass as far up his cock as he desired. She squeezed him for everything he was worth. As he brought her up to a pace, a warmth encroached around her that made her blush even further. Her whole arm was wrapped around her head as she shielded her face from the shame. Yet, just as she whined and protested at how rough he was being with her, her vagina erupted around him, releasing her climax that made her wail in a much different manner.

Of course, her tight snatch constricting around him was all the beckoning he needed, releasing his own, cumming inside of her deep and purposefully.

“Ohhhh… gods…” he exclaimed, pumping over and over ropes of sperm into his defeated Anima opponent. She whimpered, feeling the gooeyness inside of her. Wyatt made sure, just as she requested, to vacate her pussy as quickly as he could after the deed was done.

Standing up above her, he caught his mecidiyeköy escort breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Putting himself away, he looked down at the bottomless girl, oozing with cum, as she hid her face and breathed deeply.

“Well… you can’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”

A long pause was followed by, “Fuck you.”

“Yeah… I guess so.” Wyatt pulled out his SEEDEX, thumbing through the apps and selecting the app to record his latest conquest. “What’s your name, hun?”

Lying silently, still dribbling with cum, she closed her legs consciously. Though for the longest time, she didn’t answer.

“Hey… you know this helps you out, too.” He tried to reason with her. Thumbing through his phone again, he wondered if it helped to state the facts to his silent subject lying on the ground. “Says here you get a stipend of two thousand Vel a month, premium healthcare, a flat, and free meals.” He scrolled down the list of benefits the government was offering new mothers. It was a very good deal, probably why his own mother was able to afford such a large farm on her own. “You get access to new Anima as well… since you are into that.”

She whipped her arm aside to uncover her face. Grabbing her panties that were unsanctimoniously tossed aside, and slipping them back on’til an uncomfortable gooey feeling was felt at her crotch.

The dressing part was Wyatt’s favorite; he watched on, as she gathered herself with a large scowl on her face.

“Can you not watch me?” she murmured, as she slipped her legs into her pants.

“Fine… if that’s what you want.” Wyatt was tired of her. “You know, the longer you take to fill this out, the longer it takes to be rid of me and when you can get back to town.”

“Oh, so you are just going to leave me in the wild without an Anima?”

“You didn’t bring another?”

She sarcastically smirked at him.

“You are a confident lady.”

“Well… look where it’s got me.” Flustered, she waved her arms to the spot of flattened grain where she had just been fucked.

Shaking his head, he pulled up the SEEDEX app once more, and then looked at her, as she was dressed.

“Name?”

“Liora…”

“Wow… pretty.”

“L-I-O-R-A since I doubt you can spell it right.”

It was Wyatt’s turn to glare.

“Age?”

“Nineteen.”

” Okay… let’s see… participated… reluctantly… positive implantation…”

Liora blushed at the implantation part.

“Say cheese.”

She hardly managed to not look like she wanted to murder Wyatt, her arms crossed as the flash of his SEEDEX struck her attractive features.

“There… done… As much as you probably hate me for it… I hope it goes well for you… later.” He turned to head off.

“Wow… you’re going to abandon a woman probably pregnant with your child in the wilderness with no means to defend herself?”

Wyatt halted, casting back his head in frustration.

“Fine, follow me to Wicketsham then.”

“Fuck no… I’m not going to that place. Or with you.”

“What then?”

“Call the Ranger Patrol for me… they can take me to the nearest Ranger Post until daybreak.”

“Fine.”

With a few swipes of his phone, he would do as much. Liora took a seat on the ground with her head in her arms, as she listened to him phone it in.

For the next hour, neither would say anything to the other. Darkness settled in over the route, as Requiem stood guard amidst the echoing sounds of nocturnal Anima. Some crawling, flying, or scurrying through the night might make a great second partner for Wyatt and Requiem, but there was no time for that. Wyatt simply had the company of a girl who looked spiteful of him.

After a long and awkward wait, the distant growl of a four-wheeler could be heard down the path, and lights illuminated them as it approached. The cart was green and red, marked “Route Ranger” the official patrolmen of the various routes within the Anima Adventure. They helped trainers stay safe, offered training, monitored safety, educated about wild Anima, and studied native species in their area. Among these duties, ensuring those trainers whose Anima had been defeated returned to a safe place was chief among them.

“Howdy all!” A female ranger with an awkward smile and stubby legs covered in rolled-up pants stepped out. “Thanks a bunch for staying with your opponent, but you can head on… I….” She jolted once she noticed the massive Requiem sitting on his haunches looking at her through reflective yellow eyes. “I… got it from here.”

“Hereee!” A Plumilux sitting in the passenger seat of the four-wheeler echoed, its stubby little arms and blue plump body as worthless in fighting as they were extra soft for more sentimental purposes. Even it jolted at the sight of the large Westorian Noccanis.

Wordlessly, Liora got up and grabbed her bag, defeatedly marching to the passenger side of the cart, where she plopped herself down without a greeting or nişantaşı escort word of thanks.

“Well… sometimes not everyone is happy with defeat, but it’s how we grow!” The misplaced encouragement of the Ranger certainly came at the wrong time.

Wyatt nodded and waved to the Ranger. “Take care of her.” He stood and watched the jolly route guardian get back into her cart and begin to chat up Liora, trying to encourage her from a situation that she had no idea about. Of course, after several words exchanged, no doubt the admission that Wyatt had just bred her, the expression on both the Ranger and their Anima Plumilux’s face soured. Eyes turned to him, and Wyatt understood that his new duty did not come without societal resentment.

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[Doctor Better]: Don’t expect every girl to be waving flags and smiling as you do your job. Comes with the territory. Either think about the good you are doing for society, or just derive pleasure from it like the other breeders! Your call, Daycoat.

“Pleasure…” That was the part he was conflicted about. It felt good just then, to scratch that itch inside the tight hole of a pretty girl. But would his conscience fade away after a time of indulging? Maybe it would take time to get used to it.

Walking through the dead streets of the town of Wicketsham, a small farming village south of Camelot, Wyatt soon approached a familiar sight– home. It was a ranch house on the edge of town, a distinctive white and blue building paired with a red barn where Wyatt had spent most of his childhood. It was late, probably nearly bedtime for Grandma and Hannah, but a few lights were on as he could see outside.

“We made it, Req…” He stepped on the creaking steps towards the front door. The boards creaked even louder when the oversized Requiem stood upon them, a noise that alerted the occupants inside.

“Who’s there!?” Grandma shouted from inside.

The door would crack open, soft eyes surrounded by wrinkles peeking out.

“Grandma… I’m home,” Wyatt said, with a smile.

The door swung open further, no hesitation in her smile as the warm granny with her hunched back smothered him in a hug.

“Ohhh, that’s my big boy… back home! After all that time.” She rocked him back and forth in her arms. “I thought you had left us, that took a lot longer than expected. When the other boys from town came back and you did not, I was worried!”

A pane of guilt racked him since he would, indeed, be leaving. Grandma wanted him to skip the Anima adventure as well. She might take Doctor Better’s cake for being into wacky conspiracy theories, but there was no love lost with her and what she deemed as the foolish Anima Adventure.

A waterfall of footsteps down the stairs followed, as Hannah, Wyatt’s sister, rushed down and jumped into his arms.

“Wyatt! You’re back!” She embraced him lovingly. Her long red hair danced around her as she excitedly greeted her brother, and her scrawny frame fit neatly into his broad shoulders. “Grandma was pretty worried, but I was not.” She punched him playfully in the gut.

“What in the blazes!?” Grandma exclaimed, looking at Requiem standing as tall as a horse on the porch.

“Baawoof.” Requiem was just as excited to see Grandma and Hannah as Wyatt.

“What have you been feeding him?” Hannah without a sense of nervousness ran to Requiem and patted him on the nose. The Noccanis panted and happily accepted the attention as he loomed high above the girl.

“Oh, it was just a boost that I was given from the medical institute.” Wyatt crossed the threshold into the house.

Requiem made to follow, but he didn’t get more than a few paw falls ’til Grandma grabbed a rolled-up newspaper and pointed it at him.

“Oh, no you don’t. Any beast that big ain’t coming into my house.”

A stiff whine from Requiem, as he understood through the link with Wyatt what was being said. Even the large and terrifying beast looked sad and dejected when Grandma gave her word.

“Oh come on Grandma, you already told him he can’t get on the couch anymore.”

“He wasn’t supposed to get on the couch at all! When he was dog-sized!”

“Well… he still doesn’t deserve to sleep outside.”

“Please Grandma, he is so fluffy and big now.” Hannah interceded on her brother and Anima’s behalf. “He could be a couch!”

“Baawolf!”

Grandma scowled, pointing the rolled-up newspaper at them all.

“All right, fine… but you, beast, better not get on any furniture, or crash through any hallways. If you get the zoomies, you are out!”

Requiem whined his acknowledgment and lowered his head. Grandma had a close eye on him, as they all entered the home.

“Why get such a boost for him anyways, don’t tell me you are going on that blasted Anima Adventure?” Grandma closed and locked the many locks of the door behind them.

Looking concerned, Hannah also turned her attention to her brother.

Wyatt figured it was as good a time as any to explain şişli escort to them.

“Hey, let’s sit down, I have a lot of explaining to do.” He looked rather nervously at the only two members of his family he had known.

—

“I didn’t think she would react like that.” Wyatt trotted solemnly down the dirt path along the hills beside his childhood home. Behind him, Hannah, his sister came to her own terms with the news about her brother, and what he had become.

Grandma, upon hearing the news, very quietly got up and walked away from Wyatt. No words, no expression, just complete silence. Grandma was not a quiet person, and so the reaction was jarring, to say the least.

“I just… I get it, I hate leaving the farm, too. But I’ll be making more than enough money for her to pay to hire farm hands or catch some Anima to do all my jobs.”

Requiem, booped Hannah’s shoulder with his wet nose after she had stopped petting him, looking more concerned about her brother’s state of mind. It was a shock to her, as well, not everyone knew a breeder, much less was related to one.

“I don’t think she reacted that way because you are leaving.” She caught up to her brother, nudging him with her bare shoulder.

“What? Why?”

“Grandma was saying something to me the other day while you were gone. Since I am almost mom’s age when she had you, Grandma was concerned about what I was going to do with my life. I think she is worried I’ll end up pregnant and stuck here like mom.”

“Hey whoa, Grandma can’t be thinking that.” Wyatt held up his hands innocently at a fleeting thought.

“No silly. Not you. Ew.” She laughed as they approached the crest of a green hill shrouded by the stars. On the horizon, green flashes and dark clouds of a radiation storm far beyond the borders of the green zone lit up the sky. Neo Corvusia was heaven in what was now a very hostile world.

Settling in, brother and sister took a seat amidst the cool greens atop the hill, overlooking the lands south of their home, filled with trees and beyond the desolate wastes of the red zone. There were few places in the world not poisoned by the war of the past. Thankfully, they had this chance in Neo Corvusia to live.

“So, what is she thinking…?” Wyatt, cleared of his conscience that his grandmother would think he would do something lewd to his sister, lay back on his hands.

The beauty of the dangerous storms beyond their lands to the south distracted Hannah for a long moment, as Requiem also settled into a curled-up ball to sleep for the third time that day.

“Hannah?”

“Sorry… honest, I don’t know. I think the idea of the breeders, maybe what happened to mom, didn’t sit right with grandma. But now you’re one…”

Quietly, they contemplated that new reality. Hannah had always looked up to her brother, so when he gave her the news she, at the very least, was excited and happy for him. In fact, the idea that she would be auntie to hundreds of babies was one of the first things she said in response. Yet, for all the years their grandmother raised them, Wyatt never knew her silent treatment. He would only have his sister to confide in for the time being.

“So, what are you going to do then? Six months’til you leave on your adventure? If you chose to…”

Hannah grasped her knees, holding her chin over them as she watched the flashes of light beyond the wastes.

“I don’t know. Honestly, I’m kind of afraid to.”

“Afraid?”

“Yeah… like there is so much danger out there. Just to think that terrible things lurk just beyond the borders of the green zone, and all of us dumb kids running around playing with Anima in the wild.”

She laughed, yet looked towards the wastes where dark and dead mountains loomed.

“The borders are pretty well guarded. I don’t think anyone has died from the radioactivity in decades in the green zone.”

“Still… when I sit on this hill, the world just seems so big. While home seems so small and secure.” She looked towards Wicketsham lights flickering as the small town nestled into a slumber. “But without you here… big brother… it will be just a little less secure.”

“Bawwwolf.”

“Hehe, you, too, Req.” She leaned over to pat the Noccanis on the head once more, his oversized tail swishing in the air.

“You know it’s mandatory.”

“Yeah… unless.”

“Grandma would never forgive you. And how do you plan to even find a breeder to do so?”

“There’s an app for that. I’d like to think I’m cute enough for a breeder to make the trip to our small town. Isn’t that right, big brother?” She smiled at him mischievously.

“Hey, don’t make it weird.” Wyatt had already forgotten about the app that interested women could mark themselves on. Perhaps, he should check it before too long, though he was well ahead of his quota.

“How ’bout you, big bro? Any ladies you plan to hit up while you are here?”

“Oh gosh… what do they say, Hannah? Don’t shit where you sleep?”

“Afraid to leave a mark on your hometown, huh? I bet a local boy would be very popular.”

“I don’t know. I’m probably just Wyatt the farm boy to a lot of these girls ’round here.”

“Hmm, never know ’til you try. Not many breeders make it around here.”

“How would you know?”

“Girls talk.”