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Limini stared up into the beautiful, swirling eyes of the coil fiend Celeste. She gazed into eternal spirals of blue, green, and gold, feeling her mind slipping into those lovely whirlpools without even thinking. It wasn’t as if she needed to think to sink—to sink down, down, down, deeper and deeper into those lovely, achingly gorgeous, hypnotic, enthralling orbs of light.

To sink inexorably deeper into Celeste’s power.

She whimpered. Again.

She could barely even comprehend anything outside the eyes. Very faintly, very vaguely, she was conscious—almost like a memory, for how could she look at anything outside those irresistible spirals?—of Emma behind her, the jungle witch still dazed with pleasure from Limini’s indulgent play. She was vaguely conscious of the forest around her darkening as long, heavy coils of crimson scale slithered across the branches above, blocking out what little light shown through the canopy.

In the darkness that followed, the only illumination came from Celeste’s spiraling eyes… and from the coil fiend’s pulsating red scales, glowing with that faint heat Limini remembered so, so well—a heat that would soon be wrapping around her and massaging her into an ooey-gooey, weak-willed bimbo slave.

At the thought, she suppressed another whimper of fear.

Of longing.

And Limini was conscious, very vaguely, of the satisfied smirk on Celeste’s lovely heart-shaped face as the demoness descended towards her. “Sssooo… Minnie.” She cooed the pet name—Emma’s pet name for Limini—and Limini whimpered as she heard Emma giggling behind her. “It ssseemsss I’ve caught you in quite the predicament!”

Normally, Limini knew, Emma would never allow anyone else to use that name. She was fiercely territorial about it, in fact. But now… now Emma was only too happy to go along with anything.

Anything Celeste wanted.

Just as Limini soon would be, she thought, heart racing, if she didn’t snap out of it. “H-Hello again, Celeste,” she whispered, fighting through the haze. But try as she might, she just couldn’t tear herself away from Celeste’s sinfully seductive gaze.

“Jussst look at you,” Celeste cooed, bobbing her head from side to side—and giggled as Limini, still mesmerized, found her head bobbing back and forth in tandem, following those beautiful eyes. “Ssssoooo lossst already. Are you truly this excited to return to my coilssss, my little plaything?”

For a long time, Limini thought she’d answered—until she noticed Celeste’s smirk widening, and realized to her humiliation that she’d only half-dreamed of speaking. “Um… no,” she managed, biting her lip. She couldn’t look away. But she had to. Had to hold on. Somehow.

“Really?” Celeste beamed. “You sssseeem very excited. Doesn’t she, pet?”

Emma giggled. Limini squeaked as she felt the witch’s luscious lips smacking against the back of her neck. A moment later, Emma’s fingers joined in, stroking over Limini’s thong, tantalizing her through the fabric. “Ooooh,” Emma purred in Limini’s ear, and the bounty hunter shivered at the husky arousal and dreamy, mind-fucked glaze in her voice. “Wow, Minnie, I… mm… totally had no idea!” Her every indulgent kiss sent tingles of pure delight down Limini’s spine.

Limini suppressed a moan as the fingers stroked subtly, as Emma’s plump lips planted sensuous kisses on her sensitive skin. She was wet. So, so wet. Just as she’d teased Emma for earlier.

And as she struggled to resist moaning aloud, she felt the spirals growing brighter in her mind, bigger, more intoxicating. Her eye ward was long gone. Her mind was already mush, she realized, and what little magic she had remaining was draining right into Emma’s fingers.

And into… Celeste’s… eyes.

“I’m not,” she tried, but gasped as the fingers toyed and played, as she felt her leather jacket sliding off her shoulders. “I-I’m not… g-gonnnna…” She bit her lip hard, desperate to hold in a moan as Emma cooed wordlessly in her ear. Then her jacket fell away, leaving Limini clad in only a thin white blouse and some of her most… scandalously revealing lingerie.

“It ssseemssss,” Celeste hissed, laughing wickedly as she watched the display, as she slowly rocked back and forth, guiding Minnie—Limini to sway in time with her, “that my little plaything has come all thisss way just to sssee me again! How cute.”

The tip of her tail tickled under Limini’s chin, and Limini realized her head was lolling downwards, too heavy from the weight of the spirals to… to… she forced her head back up and desperately tried to push some magic into the tail, into Celeste, but too slow.

“Did you misssss me ssssoooo much?” Celeste cooed sympathetically.

Limini whimpered. “I-I didn’t—you—I—”

“Oh, she missed you, like—mwah—sooooo much!” Emma bubbled between delightful, wet, kütahya escort messy kisses. “She had sooo many—mm—books about demons and—mm… mmm… mwaah~—every page on coil fiends was, like, puppy-eared!” She giggled as Limini stammered a feeble attempt at denial.

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked silkily. She smiled down at Limini. “Were any of them… naughty booksss?”

Limini’s lips parted, and as Emma kept stroking and kissing, a tiny moan slipped from her. Emma knew, she realized, her cheeks burning under the witch’s tiny kisses. Emma had seen her reading them. Reading and… and… doing other things.

Emma knew, which meant Celeste must know. Emma had told Celeste everything.

That’s… that’s what she would do, were she Celeste’s bimbo slave. Again.

And as Emma stroked and kissed Limini’s most sensitive, vulnerable places, vulnerabilities only the witch knew—vulnerabilities she now seemed positively overjoyed to use to turn Limini into Celeste’s obedient brainwashed soulslave—Limini was forced to cancel her own brainwashing spell before it drained her completely of magic.

And now, she realized, heart rate quickening, she was effectively disarmed completely.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head meekly. “I-I…”

“Ooh, Minnie,” Emma murmured, as her fingers tickled Minnie’s breasts, tugging at the bra, “what about the roleplaying we did?”

Minnie’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes!” Emma kissed Minnie on the cheek. “You know, when I pretended to be a coil fiend and you would ‘tame’ me?”

“No.” Minnie shook her head weakly.

“Except…” Emma gave a pouty sigh. Her fingers petted slowly, daintily, down below, as Minnie felt her breasts bouncing free, the bra falling away. “… it always turned into me on top, weirdly. Once you got horny enough to admit it, you wanted me to take control.”

“Oh, my,” Celeste said silkily, her voice dripping with triumph and glee. “Is that ssso?”

The eyes suddenly started swirling in the other direction. The sudden shift drowned Minnie anew in rapid, irresistible rapture, pulling her deeper, as if she’d been playing tug of war for hours and suddenly been made to swap sides without warning. Minnie panted, the cunning, ever-prepared bounty hunter now replaced with a shy, red-faced, whimpering mess.

And the whimpering mess felt a high-pitched moan slip from her quivering lips.

A moan that sounded distinctly like a ‘yes’.

“She doesn’t have her Milky Baroness to save her, Mistress,” Emma bubbled. “This time she’s all yours!”

This galling remark gave Minnie some strength. “I—” Minnie glared. “I d-didn’t need m-my old employer to—to ‘save’ me! I saved myself!”

“Oh?” Celeste’s single-word question was positively vibrant with smug doubt. Minnie’s cheeks went bright pink and her spirit quailed from the casual blow to her basic dignity. It was devastating. It was humiliating.

It was…

… so, so, so hot.

“Minnie,” Emma cooed in the bounty hunter’s ear, making her quiver with longing as those lips smacked so sweetly against her neck, “you will feel…” *mwah~* “… so much better when this silly thing is off!” The witch giggled—and pulled the string of Minnie’s thong back to snap it against her skin.

Minnie squeaked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared powerlessly into the endless swirls. “E-Emma,” she cried, trying to shake her head no even as the tip of the tail under her chin made her nod yes. Even as Celeste’s bobbing head made her keep rocking her head yes, long after the tail had pulled away.

“Minnie,” the bimbo behind her moaned, taking Minnie’s hands into her own and guiding them down to Minnie’s hips. “C’mon. It’s… so… eeeeasy…”

Dimly, Minnie felt the coils falling around her feet, around her ankles, as the eyes she was so very lost in slowly bobbed to the left. Minnie felt herself being guided in a stalling, stumbling counterclockwise twirl. But she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop following the eyes. She couldn’t help but stare needily, greedily, desperate not to miss a single second of those gorgeous, hypnotic, mind-melting spirals.

So the blonde bounty hunter just… drooled… and whimpered… and stared… and twirled.

Like a total dumb, horny, obedient, captivated bimbo.

“Ssseee how happy she is,” Celeste purred, and Minnie felt her gaze being slowly guided, as if by an irresistible, seductive hand on her cheek, to stare…

… at Emma, as the gorgeous, curvy springheel witch swung her hips.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Dimly, smokily, Minnie—Limini—sensed an opportunity. She stared at the swinging ass, mouth hanging open, brainless and inattentive to the coils slowly tightening around her ankles. Somehow she kept her balance, as if the malatya escort swaying of the ass, and her own swaying, were perfectly balanced. Like the pole of a tightrope walker.

Dimly, through her dopey, docile, dollhouse dream, Limini realized that she was being… allowed to escape the eyes. She could escape! Celeste was touching her without a care now—she only had to activate the spell again and Celeste… Celeste would be hers!

She only had to look away from.

Emma’s.

Swinging.

Curvy.

Flawless.

Ass.

“That’s right,” Emma cooed encouragingly, giggling at the dazed expression on Limini’s face. She ran her hands indulgently over her curves, showing off her gorgeous hourglass figure to Limini with a knowing grin. “It is so easy to stare, yes?”

Limini barely held in a whine. Her spirit fought desperately. She had to look away from… from this, from Emma. Everything was out of control right now. She watched needily nonetheless as Emma’s fingers played with the string of her own lovely thong, and Limini’s fingers began half-mimicking the enticing movements.

“Ssssoooo easy,” Celeste cooed in Limini’s ear. “And guessss what, little Minnie?” Her seven tongues tickled Limini’s cheek. “It’ssss even easier… to obey!”

“Uh-huh,” Liminnie moaned softly, without even thinking. Her cheeks flared bright pink as they both laughed.

“Wow, you really can’t look away, can you?” Emma smirked. “Aw… you are such a bimbo!”

“Ssswing your hipsss for me,” Celeste murmured sweetly in Liminnie’s—Minnie’s—Limini’s ear. “You can’t resissst.” Limini quivered as Emma swayed—back and forth, back and forth—ever-closer. “Go on. Be my gooooood sssslaaave.” Minnie—Liminnie whined at Celeste’s sensual, moaned hiss.

“No,” she whispered, transfixed on Emma’s swinging hips. Her own hips gave a little shift—almost a twitch, positively not even a squirm. A little shift to the side. And back. And forth. “N-Noooo…” Her pathetic objection sounded like a moan of delight even to her ears.

“Watch her sssway,” Celeste purred, the exquisite, erotic sibilance of her voice sending goosebumps up Liminnie’s naked legs. “Ssswinging her hipsss around… and around…”

“Around and around,” Emma gushed, gyrating her cute, round bubble butt. She flashed the mesmerized Liminnie a sly grin. “Aren’t I such a bimbo, Minnie?”

“Um…” Liminnie bit her lip. It was hard to think of what to say. Words were hard. Watching was easy. Emma’s swinging hips swung around and around—spiraling, almost. Such a gorgeous, flawless ass…

“Am I not a total bimbo?” Emma giggled. Swayed. “I thought you said I was!”

“N-No… I-I mean, yes, but…” All of Liminnie’s planning, all of her preparation, and here she was. Staring dumbfounded at her rival’s ass. Hypnotized. Hipnotized. Like a… like a…

“A complete bimbo,” Emma sang, “who juuust neeeeds to be fiiiilled!”

Filled. Liminnie felt absolutely molten at the thought. She swung her hips mindlessly, lost in the display. Lost in her own imagination. Filled. Filled…

Emma flashed Liminnie a big, dumb smile over her shoulder. “Hey,” she breathed. She was very close. “So, like…”

“Uh?” Liminnie whined. It was so hard to keep looking at Emma’s gorgeous swinging ass when her eyes were right there, all pretty and glassy and filled with Celeste’s brainwashing spirals.

Emma’s smile was coy. Her voice was silky. But her words were those of a brainless, bubbly, slutty bimbo. “Wanna take that cute thong off for me, Minnie?”

Liminnie whimpered and shook her head desperately. Even feeling so unbearably, wonderfully weak, mind reduced to almost mush by the bimbo’s heavy hips, humiliated and yet helpless to not enjoy it—she knew, somehow, that she couldn’t. She couldn’t undress herself. Not with Celeste right behind her. That would be the ultimate humiliation, surely.

Surely.

She hated how wet that thought made her.

“No?” Emma pouted. “Are you suuure?”

Liminnie’s eyes briefly half-flitted to those plump, disappointed lips, then sank into Emma’s eyes at last as the bimbo witch turned to face her. Her own fingers, she realized, were already wrapped around the straps of her thong. So delicate. So easy to just… tug them down. So much more… comfortable…

She barely managed to shake her head in a tiny, minuscule ‘no’.

Emma gave a long sigh. “Okay, fiiiine.”

She leaned in close. “Naughty girl.”

And Liminnie jumped as Emma’s hand gave her butt a light smack.

“What!” she squeaked.

Emma giggled. “Aw, does that sting a little?” she cooed. “Maybe you should stop being naughty!”

Her eyes swirled as the bimbo spanked her again. Again, Liminnie gave a pathetic little squeal. Emma wasn’t spanking hard batman escort enough to really hurt, but it was enough to startle her, to make her flinch, to… to make her cheeks burn with shame as she realized Emma was going to do to her exactly what she had done to Emma.

“Off,” Emma murmured, smirking slightly. The bimbo was positively bouncing with wicked glee. “Off!”

“Ooh,” she heard Celeste cooing with delight, as Liminnie squirmed helplessly to avoid the hand giving her another gentle swat. “Goodnessss, little Minnie… are you… enjoying thisss?”

Liminnie moaned and tried to muster an objection. The Milky Baroness had never—never been so—she cried out as Emma spanked her again.

Was she… flinching from pain? Or from… from something else?

“Stop!” she cried, realizing Emma was going for another spank. “I-I’ll—Emma, pleeeease!”

Emma beamed brainlessly back. “Off!” she said, her eyes bright and eager and devoid of any mercy. There was only pleasure now, pleasure and glee and obedience and silly, bubbly lust.

“Okay,” Liminnie heard herself whispering meekly. “Okay.”

Emma jumped in joy, and Liminnie’s eyes sank down into Emma’s vast, bouncing tits, watching them bounce and sway. Dimly, the bounty hunter realized Emma was beginning to pull off her own thong—slowly, slowly, as if guiding Liminnie through it.

And, as if she were being guided, Liminnie began to tug her own thong down.

She was barely conscious of doing it. All she could think about were Emma’s tits. Emma’s hips. The lingering slight sting off the spankings.

And Celeste’s hot voice was in her ear, pouring in like poisoned honey. “That’ssss right,” she purred, as Liminnie squirmed a little to get the thong down her hips. “Sssooo easy to ssswing your hipsss…”

“Swing,” Emma sang, as she rhythmically pulled the thong down, swaying her whole body with every inch the thong traveled. Liminnie found herself mirroring the movements unconsciously, unable to stop herself from enjoying the feeling of… wiggling her hips like that. “Swing!”

Swing. Liminnie barely held in a little giggle as she swayed her hips thoughtlessly. It… it did make it easier to take off the thong, at least, when she wiggled her hips a little. And focusing on that made it easier to stop thinking about the eyes. Easier to stop thinking about the breasts. Easier to stop… to stop thinking about…

… to stop thinking…

All she had to do was swing her hips. She poured her focus into that. All she had to do was put everything out of her head but swinging her hips back and forth. Following Emma’s motions. Doing exactly as Emma did.

Emma giggled as the thong at last slipped down, with slow, sensuous care, down from her hips, down, down her thighs. “See?” she chirped. “It’s so easy to slide it down!”

“Yessss,” Celeste purred, and Liminnie could hear the syrupy smugness in her tone. “Sssooo easy. Jusssst concentrate on… ssswinging… ssssliding those pretty thingsss down… down…”

Liminnie heard herself giggle, and she bit her lip too late to stifle it. She concentrated on the motions, trying desperately to tune Celeste out. She just had to focus on sliding the thong down. Sliding it down. Sliding down. Slipping down.

Slipping it down her soft, smooth, curvy thighs, down her legs, bending over slightly, wiggling and wriggling. She barely noticed except to whimper—and lick her lips to manage a little drool—as Emma leaned over and gave her another spanking. This one felt almost playful, strangely, lingering in a way that made Liminnie’s heart flutter. It was almost affectionate.

As if Emma was… rewarding her.

“Ssslipping it down…” Celeste hissed triumphantly, as her fingers tickled over Liminnie’s bare shoulders, tickled her bare breasts, “down, sssweet thing, ssslipping down, down, down…”

“Down,” Liminnie breathed. She had never felt so… so empty of thought. This felt so impossibly relaxing. Bending over, supported by helpful coils, so she could pull the thong down to her ankles. “D-Down…” So vacant… so empty…

“Jussst…” Celeste gave Liminnie’s breast a little squeeze. A little playful bounce. Liminnie whined with pleasure. “… let your pretty little mind… ssslide away.”

“Slide…” Liminnie barely recognized her voice, so soft, so needy. So pliant. So submissive. So heavy and… and hazy… and happy…

… empty…

“Goooood,” Celeste and Emma cooed in tandem.

Emma spanked her again as Liminnie bent over all the way to tug the thong off completely. Liminnie just submissively allowed it, feeling her pussy tingling at this teasing, degrading, humiliating touch. She struggled to find it in her to object, but she felt so unspeakably… so molten… so…

… powerless.

“You can’t resissst,” Celeste whispered, and Liminnie’s eyes positively rolled back into her head in ecstasy at the relish in Celeste’s voice. “Sssubmit once more, my sssweet… sssimple… ssslave.”

Liminnie straightened, head spinning with effort. She held her thong, her last item of clothing, in one hand. Her heart was sinking along with her mind, but for a different reason.

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“Your sister?” I breathed. “What are you talking about?”

Kaseya’s face twitched. The surprise and fear I felt through the ring slowly transformed into guilt.

“Ayrael is my older twin sister,” she said. “Two years ago, she murdered her Maskari and fled Nol Krovos. We had no idea where she went until one of our moshalim seers finally located her in Vorsalos. Hestiah and I were sent to investigate.”

I leaned back against the wall of our room as a thousand different questions looped through my head. None of the potential answers were particularly satisfying.

“We eventually confronted my sister, but even together, we were no match for her new powers,” Kaseya went on. “Ayrael drove us off and nearly killed Hestiah. We escaped onto the ship where you found us a few days later.”

I rubbed a hand across the three-day stubble on my chin. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I should have.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Kaseya took a deep breath and glanced away. “My sister’s betrayal is source of great shame and dishonor, to me and my family. In all of our history, only a few amazons have ever broken their pledge and turned against their Maskari.”

I studied her profile for several long, awkward seconds. I was reasonably sure she was still hiding something, but her guilt and shame were definitely genuine.

“I promised the Matriarch that I would not return home without my sister,” Kaseya went on. “My family’s honor cannot be restored until Ayrael faces judgment for her betrayal.”

“Then why didn’t you stay in Vorsalos? Shouldn’t you have kept trying to stop her?”

“I wanted to, but Hestiah’s wounds were too severe. I had heard rumors of the great healers living here in Highwind, so we boarded a ship and left as quickly as possible.” Kaseya closed her eyes. “My conscience could not abide Hestiah’s death, not after I begged her to aid me. She delayed her own Maskari-Shan ritual on my behalf.”

“After I healed her, you could have turned around and headed back to Vorsalos,” I pointed out.

“We could have, yes, but…” Kaseya swallowed and eventually reopened her eyes. I could tell that it was taking almost everything she had not to break down in tears. “I was no longer convinced that I could defeat Ayrael, and I wasn’t willing to risk Hestiah’s life again. I sent her home with news of our failure. She will complete the Maskari-Shan and serve her own moshalim well.”

I shook my head. “So what, you just gave up?”

“No! I was just…confused. I truly believed that the gods would give me the strength to defeat Ayrael. When they didn’t…” Kaseya paused and visibly gathered herself. “Our meeting was no mere coincidence, Jorem. You are moshalim, and you are being threatened by the same dark forces that have ensnared my sister. The gods have shown me another path forward–one that will result in the restoration of my family honor.”

I pressed my tongue into my cheek. “Are you sure it was the gods and not your own guilt?”

Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I think you were so quick to bond with me on that ship because you wanted to be a dutiful amazon and pledge yourself to a sorcerer,” I said. “You wanted to prove that you weren’t a traitor like Ayrael.”

“I am nothing like my sister!” Kaseya insisted. “I respect our people’s traditions. I will never betray you, Maskari.”

“Other than lying to me about all this, you mean.”

She grimaced like I had just stabbed her in the gut. “I should have told you everything earlier. It was a mistake, but I will repay you. I promise.

Sighing in frustration, I turned and rubbed my face again. A part of me really wanted to be mad at her, but I knew it was completely irrational. She didn’t owe me anything, least of all her life story. Any “debt” she might have incurred from a bit of healing magic had long since been paid.

“Look, I’m not really upset,” I went on after a moment. “I didn’t tell you the truth about my relationship with Valuri and the Huntresses right up front, either. We still barely know each other.”

I shook my head. The truth of the matter was that I had only met this woman a week ago, but I already couldn’t imagine doing any of this without her. I liked her, and not just because I woke up with my cock in her mouth every morning. I genuinely enjoyed her company.

“What’s done is done,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “All that matters right now is that Ayrael is here in Highwind, and she has Valuri with her.”

“My sister is using your friend as bait,” Kaseya said. “This is a trap.”

“Obviously,” I muttered. “Do you remember that Huntress we spotted on the rooftops when we first entered the city? It wasn’t Ayrael or Lenara. Whoever she was, I bet she ran away so she could tell your sister that you were here. Then Ayrael decided that offering up Valuri was the best way to reel both of us in.” I took a deep breath and paused. “Still, if there’s even şişli escort a chance I can rescue Val without breaking into the Inquisitrix’s dungeon, I have to take it.”

Kaseya eyed me for a minute but then nodded. “You mean we have to take it,” she said. “How shall we proceed?”

I smiled appreciatively. “We can scout the area before we commit to anything. Your sister won’t be able to bring an army along with her in the city. At worst, she’ll have hired some local muscle.”

“Ayrael is dangerous enough on her own,” Kaseya warned. “I am no match for her.”

I frowned. “I’ve seen you fight plenty of times. You could easily hold your own against any knight or ranger in this city. Your sister can’t possibly be that good.”

“On Nol Krovos, she was widely considered the most gifted amazon warrior born in a generation. That was why she was pledged to such an important and powerful moshalim. Many believed they would lead our people into a new golden age.” Kaseya sighed. “But more importantly, Ayrael taught me almost everything I know. I will not be able to surprise her.”

“And if she’s joined the Senosi, she’s probably learned some of their tricks, too,” I murmured. “My magic will be useless against her.”

“Then there is no way we can defeat her.”

I smiled. “For once, you aren’t giving us enough credit. I might not be able to blast her to cinders, but I can still manipulate our bond to empower you. I can make you stronger and faster, and there’s that new spell armor technique we’ve been practicing.”

It took a few moments, but eventually Kaseya smiled back. “Perhaps you are right.”

“I’m not expecting this to be easy, and I know there’s a chance that Valuri isn’t even here,” I said. “But I have to try anyway. Who knows, maybe your gods are watching out for us. Maybe we’ll have a chance to solve all our problems at once.”

“Do you really believe that?” Kaseya asked.

“No,” I said with a wry smirk. “But I’ve been wrong before.”

***

I slept fitfully, mostly because I couldn’t convince my brain to shut the hell up. My thoughts were torn between concocting a battle strategy, worrying about Valuri’s health, and wondering what it would feel like to be beheaded by an amazon-turned-Senosi. I had always been something of a brooder, for better or worse, and I had a sneaking suspicion that my dark hair would turn gray before I hit thirty. Assuming I lived that long, anyway, which as a sorcerer and a fugitive seemed pretty damn unlikely.

I finally dozed off a few hours after midnight, and I awoke to the warmth of sunlight on my cheeks and the suction of Kaseya’s lips on my cock. My fingers ruffled through her mane of red hair as I swelled in her mouth. I was so tired that I was tempted to have her stop, but as it turned out, nothing got the blood pumping quite like morning fellatio. Besides, all I had to do was activate my ring for a moment to know how much she enjoyed this. She considered cock sucking a skill in need of endless training, no different than swordplay, and it would have taken a far better man than I to refuse the privilege of being her practice dummy.

I fired my load down her throat a few minutes later, and thanks to the ring, I got to enjoy the aftershocks of her climax as well. Kaseya dutifully cleaned up her mess, then crawled back up into my arms and laid next to me until I could finally muster the energy to move.

“Imagine if we had actually been paid for that bounty,” I commented as I stretched out and retrieved my tunic. “We could have rented the master suite for a long time.”

“The private bath was impressive, but I still prefer sleeping beneath the stars,” Kaseya said. “The streams outside the city are quite beautiful.”

“That they are,” I murmured, wondering grimly if I would ever see them again. I harbored no illusions about the ease of the task facing us tonight.

A few hours later, we arrived in the docks and began scouting out Gallowstone Pier. I didn’t see any obvious signs of Senosi activity, and as far as I could tell, the Highwind Guard patrolled the area quite regularly. The Black Mistress and her illegal smuggling ring notwithstanding, this city didn’t have anywhere near as many street gangs or petty crime guilds as Vorsalos.

“Back home, a private dock like this would have at least a dozen mercenaries lurking in the shadows just waiting for someone to try and steal a shipment,” I murmured from our perch atop a building on the eastern edge of the pier. We had a perfect view of the entire area from up here. “Independent traders need a bloody army just to protect their goods.”

“I do not understand how such a society can even function,” Kaseya commented.

“It doesn’t, not really. Though sooner or later, the Inquisitrix will probably crack down on the guilds as well. She found their infighting useful to distract her political opponents, but now that she tuzla escort doesn’t have any left…” I shook my head and pushed away the thought. “Anyway, it doesn’t look like anyone else here expects a crisis tonight. That probably means your sister hasn’t hired a bunch of local muscle to help her out.”

“As I said before, Ayrael is still an amazon warrior,” Kaseya reminded me. “She may have betrayed her vows, but she will not allow others to fight her battles for her.”

“Normally I would say we should use that against her. With enough coin, we could hire our own army of thugs and maybe surprise her.”

Kaseya turned and frowned at me. “There is no honor in subterfuge.”

I opened my mouth to retort but stopped myself. Every once in a while, I still forgot who I was dealing with. If we did end up forging some kind of alliance with the Black Mistress, Kaseya was going to have a difficult time adapting to the realities of a world where “honor” had about as much value as a rusted sword. But there was no point in getting ahead of myself and worrying about that now.

“We could simply ask the local authorities for help,” she suggested after a moment. “Surely all these knights would be interested in capturing a Senosi.”

“I bet they would, but involving them adds all sorts of complications,” I said. “The Silver Fist wouldn’t just let us walk away with Valuri. There would be questions, interrogations, possibly long imprisonment…” I shook my head. “We need to do this on our own.”

Kaseya nodded. “Then we will succeed. I will bring my sister to justice, and you will rescue your friend.”

I smiled and placed my hand on her shoulder. As naïve and confident as she was, I knew she was nervous. The prospect of fighting Ayrael had legitimately shaken her. It had shaken me, too, of course, mostly because I would be as helpless as an infant against a Senosi. I would have preferred to single-handedly fend off a horde of orc warriors, given the choice.

“Night will fall soon,” I said. “Come on–let’s find ourselves a place to hide out.”

After a brief search, we located a secure vantage point atop an old building on the western end of the pier. The long shadows cloaked our position well, though it was difficult to see very far even with the aid of the moonlight and the magical lanterns scattered throughout the area. Thankfully, I didn’t have any trouble replicating the vision-enhancing spell I had used back at the bandit fort, and echoing the effect in Kaseya worked just as well.

A single rowboat sloshed in toward the pier about an hour before midnight, and thanks to my spell, we had no trouble making out the lone passenger. Other than her blond hair, Ayrael could have easily been mistaken for Kaseya’s mirror image. She was still wearing her leather amazon armor, too, which I found a little surprising for someone who was ostensibly an enemy agent attempting to blend in.

Kaseya is right–her sister probably does still consider herself an amazon, and she’s expecting an honorable fight or a duel. Gods, there has to be some way to exploit that…

I took a deep breath and watched as Ayrael tied the rowboat to the pier, wishing that I’d had enough gold to hire some mercenaries. Charming them wasn’t an option. I had never considered myself a particularly ethical person, but warping the minds of other men and getting them killed on my behalf was apparently a line even I wasn’t willing to cross.

You’re just worried the gods will judge you and take away Kaseya. You’d rather charge head-first into danger than give up your morning blowjob, admit it.

I scowled at the thought. Not because it was wrong, but because it hit a little too close to home…

“There, in the back,” Kaseya said, pointing. “Is that your friend?”

I squinted toward the boat and swallowed nervously when Ayrael dragged a bound and gagged passenger out of the small boat. I hadn’t even seen her before; she must have been squished down pretty low in the dinghy. The sack over her head made it impossible to definitively identify her, but based on her slender frame, it could have easily been Valuri.

“I can’t tell from here,” I said. “But it’s either her or another woman almost the same size.”

“I do not believe my sister would deceive us in such a way,” Kaseya said.

“Ayrael murdered her Maskari and tried to kill you and Hestiah.”

Kaseya didn’t reply. I could see the emotional battle raging behind her eyes. I had a feeling I’d only scratched the surface about how much Ayrael had meant to her…and how much her sister’s betrayal had wounded her. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to work it out.

“Are you sure you can go through with this?” I asked.

“Never doubt an amazon’s resolve,” she said, staring straight at me. “I will do whatever is necessary to rescue your friend.”

I nodded solemnly. “Just remember, once I have Valuri, you pendik escort can retreat. Ayrael won’t be able to pursue you through the city, not with all the knights and guardsmen in the district.”

“An amazon does not retreat,” Kaseya said. “I will bring my sister to justice or die trying.”

I placed my hand on her forearm. “What’s more important, your warrior’s honor or your pledge to me?”

Her cheek twitched. “I will not disobey you, Maskari, but without my honor, I am useless to you.”

“You’re even more useless to me dead,” I said flatly. “With my help, I bet you can defeat her. But if not…” I shrugged. “Your sense of honor isn’t worth dying for.”

“You say that because you do not understand it.”

“I say it because honor is a luxury I’ve never been able to afford.”

I sighed and glanced back toward the docks. Ayrael had tied Valuri to a stump at the edge of the pier, and the amazon-turned-Senosi seemed content to wait patiently until we arrived. As loyal and committed as Kaseya was, I had no doubt that she would listen to me if I ordered her to retreat. I was less certain about whether or not she would forgive me for it later.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”

We slid down from our perch and looped through the shadows of the docks until we approached the long, narrow strip leading out to the correct pier. There were a handful of sailors and whores lurking about, but otherwise, the whole area was empty. Having watched it all day, I was reasonably confident that Ayrael hadn’t arranged anything with the guards–she had chosen this particular pier because it was in the middle of nowhere.

Just before we moved into view, I closed my eyes and stretched out through the Aether. Bolstering Kaseya was practically second nature at this point, though I held back on the spell armor for the moment. Nothing would draw attention to us quite like glowing mantles of magical energy.

Ayrael’s eyes locked onto us several seconds before we emerged from the shadows, side by side. The closer we approached, the more I was able to appreciate the subtle differences in her facial structure compared to Kaseya. Still, there was no question that the two women were related.

“I see the rumors are true, then,” Ayrael said. “You really did enslave yourself…and to a foreigner, at that.”

She casually leaned against one of the wooden pilings, but despite her calm demeanor, I could tell she was coiled and ready to strike. Whatever else she might have been–whatever else she might have become–this woman was still unmistakably a warrior.

“I have pledged myself to a worthy Maskari, just as all amazons should,” Kaseya said, coming to a halt a safe distance away. Her hand was gripping the handle of her sheathed sword so tightly her knuckles had gone white.

Ayrael snorted softly. “I am sure he is pleased. Slavers often are.”

There was no doubt in my mind that Kaseya would have lunged forward and attacked that second if I weren’t standing next to her. I did my best to remain calm and send soothing thoughts through our link.

“You said you wanted to make a trade,” I put in, creeping forward another step. I kept half my mind focused on the Aether so that I could summon my spell armor at a moment’s notice. “What is your offer?”

Ayrael stared hard at her sister for several more seconds before she finally glanced over to me. “The Inquisitrix has been interested in you for some time, Jorem Farr. You must be powerful–I can see why my sister was so eager to debase herself for you.”

I forced a smile. Taunting one’s opponent was hardly a novel strategy, but it endured for a good reason. She really believed she could bait us into making a mistake.

“I bet you barely know anything about her,” Ayrael went on. “Did she tell you that she already confronted me in Vorsalos? Did she tell you that she failed, and that’s why she fled here to Highwind with her tail tucked between her legs?”

“I know what happened,” I said. “I also know that you betrayed your vows and murdered your own Maskari.”

Ayrael scoffed and glanced back to Kaseya. “Is that what you told him, sister? Unbelievable.”

“It’s the truth,” Kaseya said.

“No,” Ayrael spat. Her entire body seemed to stiffen, and her voice became dark. “The truth is that the Matriarch and the moshalim have been lying to us for centuries. The truth is that we are slaves, not warriors! They train us to fight, and then the instant we come of age, they order us onto our knees!”

Kaseya clenched her teeth. “We serve and protect the moshalim so that all of Nol Krovos will prosper.”

“We serve and protect charlatans,” Ayrael said. “We serve and protect corrupted monsters!”

“Magic is the blood of the gods,” Kaseya insisted. “It is their gift–“

“It is their curse,” Ayrael hissed. “It is their taint. The Inquisitrix showed me the truth I suspected all along, sister. She has pierced the veil of lies draped over our eyes by the Matriarch. The moshalim are not to be served–they are to be destroyed, by any means necessary.”

“Let’s all just pause and take a deep breath, shall we?” I said, raising my hands defensively and wondering why in the hell I had ever thought this was a good idea. “We’re just here for Valuri.”

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I tried to stop her, I really did but I was no match for her aggressively cute personality. Literally nothing could deter her peppy attitude. She had decided she was going home with me and brushed off any protests to the contrary with a smile.

“That was just so magical! I’d always wanted to fuck someone in the middle of a shift and then you just showed up with that incredible touch of yours and suddenly we were just banging away!”

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. “Uh yea, it’s kinda a blur to me now.”

She giggled and grabbed my arm, wrapping herself around it so her big, heavy tits squished up against it.

Flirtatious was an understatement.

Brushing that aside for the moment, I was trying to think of how I could explain to her that I was expecting company tonight but no solutions came to mind. I wasn’t much of an assertive person, that much was for certain.

“So were you like a virgin or something?” Aanya asked rather nonchalantly, still clinging to me.

I blushed. Was it that obvious? “Technically… no but I guess I’m still pretty new to this.”

Her face suddenly blossomed with a surprised joy. “Oh yay! Nothing beats showing an inexperienced guy the ropes.” She bounced up and down on the sidewalk as we continued walking and I couldn’t help but notice the way her tits jiggled. Fuck, I was such a boobs guy.

“Heh, yea… hopefully I wasn’t too bad.”

Aanya’s face suddenly turned towards an extraordinarily concerned expression, so fast was the change that I was afraid I was gonna get whiplash. “No, not at all! It was by far and away the best sex I’ve ever had. Like I can’t even describe how intense the orgasms felt. Nothing has ever come close!”

“At least I have that going for me…” I mumbled.

“So have you ever tasted curry on Indian titties?” She asked, with a deviously wicked smile.

The question was such a quick twist again that for sure this time I was gonna get whiplash. Luckily I didn’t stumble as we continued down the sidewalk but I sure felt like I was gonna lose my balance, being asked such intimately kinky questions by an essential stranger.

A quick and embarrassed ‘no’ was all I could manage.

“Well, let me tell you, it sure is something special. We just have the right bodies for it, you know. Adds some spice, ya know?”

I could only imagine her large, perfectly unblemished breasts smeared with spicy curry. A surprisingly delectable image.

She continued. “I’m down for all sorts of kinks. You want me to smear food on myself or tie me up or fuck my ass or do it in a public place or even piss-“

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I interrupted, struggling to wrap my head around what she was saying. “This is all… this is all too much.”

“Aww, are you a vanilla boy? Does kinky stuff embarrass you?” Her voice was filled with a teasing tone and she leaned in close to my ear to really drive it home.

“No, I can keep up,” I retorted rather weakly, unable to even convince myself. She laughed at that.

“Don’t worry, cutie. I can start slow. Just don’t be surprised when you’re eventually fucking me bound and gagged. I mean, I love sex. I mean love love. Like really, really love it. Especially dirty, kinky sex. If I could just get fucked all day, that would be the dream. Some sexy dude that would stuff my pussy with a hard cock.” She sighed longingly. “Yeah, that would be the dream.”

Another bout of redness descended upon my cheeks and she giggled even harder.

Thankfully, at this point we had reached the apartment building and she was distracted by it enough to leave me alone.

We climbed up the steps and made it to the front door. I fumbled for my keys as she continued blabbering and opened the door. That was when we both found out that someone else was in the apartment, that person being Valeria.

I stood there, mouth agape, looking at her sitting rather prim and proper on the couch, full suit with dress pants and everything. She, in turn, looked rather shocked to see Aanya. A quick glance at Aanya told me that she was probably already thinking of kinky things to do with Valeria.

“Oh,” Valeria started. “I hadn’t realized you were bringing company.” Her voice contained an air of rejection but if she wanted to stay sad, there was no way she could with Aanya’s assault, that sexy Indian bombshell.

“Hi, I’m Aanya! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Wow, you’re gorgeous.”

Oh, yes, hello, thank you. My name is Valeria.” She fumbled for her words, clearly taken aback by Aanya’s reversal of a situation that felt more like a discovery of an affair than anything else.

“I love your suit. Where did you get it done?” Aanya plopped down on the couch beside her, oblivious to me still standing by the door, too shocked to move.

I hadn’t even realized Valeria had already helped herself to a key. I normally would have been upset at such a blatant forwardness but it was pretty hot that such a gorgeous babe thought she could come over anytime to fuck. Of course, I had no idea how bayburt escort this little dilemma was going to blow over so I could only hope for the best.

“Um, it’s from Saks Fifth Avenue. Listen…” She brushed Aanya off verbally, switching tracks. “I didn’t realize you were going to be having company, Jason, so perhaps I should just get going. I don’t want to disturb anything.” She stood up as she was talking and ran her palms against her legs, flattening out the creases.

A terrible feeling of guilt swept over me and instead of intervening or attempting to even talk it out, I made room for her to leave through the doorway.

“Have you felt his touch? It’s like magic. You must have.” Aanya hopped to her feet, effectively intercepting Valeria. “Fucking him feels amazing, like the best feeling in the whole wide world.”

Then she did something that shocked the both of us.

She leaned in and gave Valeria one long smooch. This was beyond hot.

A Spanish supermodel and an Indian goddess making out right in front of me? Crazy. Aanya was clearly into it, one hand holding onto Valeria’s soft, tan face, the other grabbing her shoulder. Straight brown hair mingled with curly black hair as Aanya held the kiss. Valeria’s eyes were wide as mine but she didn’t break away until Aanya freed her.

“You taste like peaches,” Aanya said with an oblivious smile.

“Oh-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t do that with girls.” Valeria recoiled back slightly, a hand suddenly covering her mouth in shock.

I stepped forward, not knowing what to do and feeling far too embarrassed to make any concrete move.

“It’s ok. I promise I won’t tell anyone!” Her cheery, peppy voice never faltered.

“No, I-I mean I only do that stuff with men…” She was struggling to look at Aanya. Her eyes danced across the floor and her face was as flush as mine.

“Really? Someone as beautiful as you has never been with a girl before?” As she spoke, which still retained an air of innocence, she wrapped her arms Valeria’s waist and their heavy tits squished against each other.

Valeria froze, clearly taken aback by this wanton succubus’s advances.

A weak ‘no’ was all she was able to get out.

“No woman’s ever munched on your carpet? Sucked your titties? I mean, your girls are well-fed. Some girl must have at some point!” Aanya’s hands released their hold from behind Valeria’s waist only to latch onto her tits, weighing them like her hands were scales. Valeria’s suit was built so that it gave ample room for her large tits, outlining them perfectly enough that Aanya was able to weigh them as she was.

Valeria, for her part, took a small step back and Aanya’s hands fell away, Valeria looking positively shaken. I didn’t know what was going on but something was certainly stirring in my loins. I shut the door behind us and moved to get a better view.

Aanya’s face turned into a small pout, that cute bottom lip of hers jutting out in the most adorable puppy face ever. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Yes- I mean, no- I mean, yes,” she sputtered, flustered. “I’m just not attracted to-“

She was interrupted by Aanya suddenly leaning in for another kiss, this time a much sloppier one. Her hands returned to Valeria’s tits, groping them now with a vigor in big circles. Her tongue slipped into Valeria’s mouth, who still looked shocked but now… also turned on? She didn’t step away.

Aanya continued her assault, pushing her onto my empty wall, groping even more aggressively. Valeria’s hands were placed on the voluptuous Indian’s shoulders, weakly trying to push her away but the movements of her tongue, a searching yet simultaneously timid intrusion into Aanya’s wet mouth, gave away her conflicted desires.

Slurping and smacking sounds now suffused the room. Valeria still seemed unsure of herself but the rosy tint on her cheeks told me she was getting worked up more visibly.

Aanya didn’t relent. Instead, she, with a surprising show of lusty-infused strength, ripped open the dress shirt that was already looking like it would have popped anyway. Buttons flew across the room and Valeria’s bountiful tits sprung free, jiggling.

Aanya bent down and attacked them, mouth latching to nipple as she suckled like a ravenous babe. Valeria pulled her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a sexy moan.

I was rockhard.

Aanya mauled her tits, sucking and groping intensely, fingers digging into the soft pillows.

“Oh my God!” Valeria whispered. “Oh dear God almighty!”

One of Aanya’s hands left her ample chest to gesture me forward without even needing to look at me. I approached cautiously, nearing the two beauties, but Aanya suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled me right next to Valeria. Without letting the Valeria’s nipple leave her mouth, Aanya shoved my head so that Valeria and I met lips. Valeria, with eyes closed, instantly latched onto my mouth and her tongue finding its way beyond my lips, almost involuntarily, bartın escort like an animal in heat.

I heard Aanya pop off her tit long enough to say to me “Work your magic, sweetie,” before returning to it with a slurp.

I stood awkwardly as Valeria French kissed me, hands caressing the back of my head with a serious hunger. My hands would have stayed by my sides if Aanya hadn’t grabbed one and pulled it to Valeria’s pussy, pulling her dress pants far enough that it could slip through. Aanya’s hand stayed on top of mine, guiding a finger into past her pussy lips and deep into her womanhood.

“Now start fingering this bitch-in-heat, sweetie.”

I did as commanded and the effect was instant. Valeria screamed into my mouth and pulled away for a second, a shock hitting her right in the cunt. Pussy juices gushed out and completely soaked the entirety of my hand. I wasn’t even sure such a thing was possible but I didn’t stop to think.

Valeria’s lips found mine again as she continued to cum, mewling like a sick kitty, shaking and shivering through the body-rocking orgasm. Her saliva filled my mouth as her wet and warm tongue danced around my own.

My cock strained in my pants as I continued to finger Valeria. A hand descended on it, rubbing gently. Small and dainty hands: Aanya.

I heard her pop off Valeria’s tit again. “Time to put this bad boy to use. What do you say, Jason.”

I could only groan in response, feeling overstimulated in the best way possible.

“She’s ready to get fucked by that dick of yours. Grab her and bend this bitch over.” She pulled my hand out of Valeria’s pussy and placed it on her hip, the other hand leaving my cock and setting my right hand to her hip.

I gently turned Valeria away from me, her tongue departing from my mouth longingly, and she immediately started rubbing her ass against me, bent over enough that I could fuck her in the pussy and see those magnificent globes jiggle.

Aanya unbuttoned Valeria’s pants as she panted with eyes still closed, moving like she was in trance, likely still recovering from her orgasm. Aanya roughly pulled down pants and panties alike, leaving me with that sexy, tanned ass that was dripping pussy juice.

Aanya, tireless in her work, unzipped my fly and popped my dick out, giving it one quick, spectacular suck before pulling me straight into Valeria’s waiting cunt. As I entered her, she let out a low moan and immediately started to ram her body into mine, sawing back and forth. It was so toasty, wetter than yesterday, a dripping hole just waiting for my dick. All mine.

“Yay!” Aanya cheered, clapping beside us.

I grabbed a firmer hold of Valeria’s hips and started to fuck her hard. It was delicious, this Spanish babe’s cunt engulfing my dick. Her fat ass jiggled with each clap of my thighs against them. My balls swung and slammed into her clit with every thrust.

The heat of her silky snatch was intense. She had been totally set ablaze by Aanya, I thought with a smirk. It was so hot. This is so hot.

I then noticed that Aanya was already naked, big tits bouncing as she moved over to us. She positioned her ass right in front of Valeria’s head. She used the corner of the wall to steady herself.

“Can you please lick my ass?” Aanya asked.

I slammed into Valeria and she was, accidentally I’d like to add, sent into a slight tumble, face landing right between Aanya’s ass cheeks.

“Lick my ass. Please lick my filthy asshole,” she cried out, her lust-filled voice displaying her desperation.

I couldn’t see if she was licking but I could certainly hear it and, if Aanya’s shouts of pleasure were any indication, then she was doing it well.

I plowed into her, in and out. It probably didn’t help her rim Aanya’s asshole but it did make her udders swing back and forth.

Valeria suddenly spoke up. “Fuck me, baby! Slap my ass!”

I remembered the exchange from last time and decided that I wasn’t going to upset her by disobeying. It still felt weird, a guy like me hitting a model like her, acting like I owned her or something, like she was a toy for me to stick my dick in and slap but I did as instructed.

I brought my hand down on her fat ass and savored the crack it made, all the while feeling terribly guilty. Valeria screamed into Aanya’s asshole. Valeria wiggled her ass again even as I continued to ram my cock into her cunt, signaling that she wanted another one.

I slapped her again and again. Each crack of the hand made her ass even redder. By the end of it, it was glowing. She came on the final slap, hilting me and holding me there.

She stood up, leaving me lodged in her juicy pussy as she came on my cock, shivering, and pulled me into a backwards kiss. Her tongue and lips tasted like sweet Indian asshole, with that little bit of spice Aanya had talked about earlier.

Valeria took one of my hands and made me grope her titty while we stood there, fingers sinking into soft titflesh. Then ığdır escort she started up again, ramming her ass into me, hard. Before I knew it, I was near the edge.

“I’m close,” I informed her through panting breaths.

“Don’t you even dare think of cumming anywhere else except my pussy,” she breathed in reply.

I pumped in and out, one hand holding a massive titty and the other grabbing onto her hip for dear life. Aanya was apparently down on the ground now, licking Valeria’s clit and my cock as it slid in and out.

Her hot pussy massaged my cock and the pressure built in my balls. Every thrust made it more intense. I groaned, savoring the feel of both my cock in her twat and her large boobs.

“Your dick is so good. I never want it to leave my cunt! Fuck me, I’m all yours, Jason!” Valeria yelled.

My balls erupted.

Pleasure slammed through me as I coated her inside with my seed. She moaned in unison with me.

“Every drop, baby. Don’t let even one go to waste.”

I fired more and more into her snatch, filling her right up. All that spunk, going straight into her pussy. I couldn’t believe it. She really was mine.

Her hot twat writhed around my dick and I felt Aanya’s tongue wander downwards, where balls met cunt. It was a euphoric feeling, an intensity which was unrivaled. Her pussy convulsed and convulsed as the jizz slowed down.

I breathed heavily as I gave my final spurt, giving her tit one last squeeze before pulling out and falling into the chair behind me.

Aanya immediately pounced on my cock, cleaning it up like she had before. Her gorgeous full lips sucked up all the cum around my shaft, roaming like a starved woman on the hunt.

Her tongue flitted across my balls, gathering the cum and pussy juices that had ended up there. Valeria followed suit and before I knew it, I had two beauties cleaning up my cock. They quickly fell into a rhythm, Valeria licking upwards on one side and Aanya licking downwards on the other.

It simultaneously allowed my sensitive cockhead to rest while also giving me a sweet look at two pairs of tits jiggling underneath the hungry mouths of these beautiful ladies. If fucking Valeria was meteroic rise of pleasure, this was the careful and gentle descent. My dick throbbed in delight underneath their careful and diligent attention.

Warm, wet saliva bathed my cock and I settled deeper into my chair with a contented sigh as they bobbed back and forth along my cock.

Aanya suddenly broke off and looked me in the eyes. “Will you fuck me in my ass?”

Shock settled over me. A girl was desperate enough for my dick that they were willing to let me fuck them in the ass.

“Pretty please?” She held her arms in front of her in such a way that it both accentuated her gratuitous tits and made her appear like a little girl begging for ice cream. I was about to reply, tongue slowly unfreezing from the shock, but we were interrupted by the phone ringing.

Valeria released my dick and I dashed over to grab the ringing contraption from its spot in the kitchen.

“Hello,” I answered after picking up.

“Hi, is this Jason?” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“Uh, yes, speaking.”

“This is Tammy from Kostko. Unfortunately, I have been told to inform you that you have been let go. It came to the administration’s attention that you had engaged in activities that were not appropriate for the workplace. Please do not come in tomorrow. Thanks.” She ended the call as suddenly as it had come on and I was left in silence.

I looked at the phone in my hand, a shitty little plastic thing that I had actually bought from Kotsko. I was fired? Did that really just happen? I set the phone down, a tremble sneaking its way into my body.

Was it for Valeria sucking me off in the back? How did anyone see that? There were no cameras back there. I knew that room like the back of my hand, having spent the last three or four years in there, essentially, and it was a fact, an absolute fact, that there was no way people could spy on me there.

What had it been then?

My coworkers. Was it them? It had to have been. They had seen me walk in with Valeria and leave with her. They knew something funny had happened and used it as leverage to get rid of me.

I trudged back into the room. I had no source of income now, no way to support me renting this place or even buying food. I collapsed on the couch and the two girls flocked to me right away, each sitting on one side of me.

“What’s wrong?” Valeria asked concernedly.

“I got fired,” I mumbled.

Both their hands went to cover their mouths as they gave little gasps.

“What happened? Why did they fire you?” Valeria asked again.

“They didn’t say exactly but I think it’s because of what we did in the back.” I immediately cringed as soon as the words left my feeling because I knew they sounded like I was blaming her for what happened when I really wasn’t.

“Oh my god, Jason, I’m so sorry.” She grabbed a hold of my hand, big tits still freely bouncing around on top of her half torn dress shirt. “I-I didn’t think… I couldn’t… I should have thought of the repercussions. I’m so sorry. It’s just like whenever I touch you, I feel sparks and I become, like… obsessed with sex. It’s just so pleasurable and I don’t think about the consequences.”

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After being fucked by Midge in the field, it was a long drive back to the house. I fell deep into my thoughts.

There is something incredibly satisfying about having sex with a married man whose wife knows all about it — and approves! I am not silly. I knew that Midge was only using me for his pleasure and that the only feelings he had were about his lust. In a way, in a way, it wasn’t so different from casual sex in my own time.

There’s nothing at all wrong with casual sex. Normally that’s the kind I prefer. As an astronaut, someone who is away from base for long periods, its sometimes the best kind I can expect. Sometimes, however, its just not good enough and I get left feeling unsatisfied and horny.

In that time, the future, being treated like a sex slave was considered normal for a woman in my situation. So, its not the same. But I’d gotten comfortable with their attitudes towards sex.

What I’d gotten really comfortable with was how great the sex was! Even for a woman who was treated like an object or a sex slave.

I can’t say it enough. Sex is great in that future world. Midge is especially skilled – and well-equipped. Maybe I hadn’t enjoyed Grad so much. But all others, men and women, seemed to know exactly how to give me pleasure and they all saw it as their responsibility — even Midge, when he “forced” himself on me.

I know that Geet and Midge love each very much. I saw them together and I sometimes heard their shared passion at night. But that was different — love was lonely part of the equation for a happy life in that strange world.

With Pedder, I felt I’d shared something emotional. And I knew that Doctor Terri had made it work for her in that place. She had found herself a husband and any number of casual lovers.

Thinking about it, I started to wonder once more whether I could make it work for me. Would I ever be more than an outsider? I could apply to the committee. Doctor Terri had suggested that. But what if they refused?

I told myself to snap out of those thoughts. I was being foolish. I’d learned a lot from those strange people and, most of all, from Geet. Once I did get back home I knew I’d make some changes in my life. But I had a responsibility to Sarah to help get her home safely. She was depending on me. Others in the Mars program were depending on me. I was committed to going home.

The events of that evening made it easier for me to accept my decision. Pedder came to the house. He arrived at dinner time and there was only one reason for that. I as happy to see him, still horny after my time with Midge in the field. I was happy and ready for Pedder to use me.

Later, in my room, I opened my clothes to show Pedder my boobs. They did the trick every time. But I didn’t want a whipping that night after what Midge had done to me. So, I went to my knees in front of Pedder and grabbed for his penis. I was behaving like a slut but I felt good about that.

It wasn’t because Pedder wanted those things. I accepted the rules. I didn’t want to cause any shame for Geet. She had shown me that being a slut is a normal and natural thing for women in that time. Women are in charge in the future and the ones I met showed me they also have control when it comes to sex.

In fact, my guess was that it was Geet who had offered me to Pedder. But I really did have a soft spot for him. His penis is a good size, especially after Midge had left me sore. I did my best to be sexy for him and took my time slipping him into my mouth and stroking the shaft while going as deep as I dared.

I suppose we both knew it would be the last time I saw Pedder and the last time to have sex with him. I had felt a little sad about that and wanted it to feel like a special night. After all, I’d given myself to him more willingly than the other two guys in the house.

But things were different that night. It felt as though Pedder didn’t want to make a special effort with me. I had thought I felt a spark between us on our other times together but I must have been wrong. Maybe it was a silly idea. Pedder was after a screw. He was interested in me for that and nothing else. It was “proper”, after all. I couldn’t be mad at him. And whatever I felt, I knew the sex would be as good as ever since Pedder is a “proper” man in those times.

He played with my boobs and got me aroused and his fingers felt good as he used them on my pussy. He still put his mouth on me and made me climax and of course he was skilled and did an amazing job down there.

Since I was sore, I managed to convince him to use my bottom. It was a simple choice since he was going to penetrate me there anyway. Of course, I wanted to give him pleasure. But that’s was how easy it had become for me to be a whore in that future world.

Pedder still took the time to prepare me. I was rolled onto my tummy and he carefully licked my backdoor. I wasn’t so turned on that night but there was no escape for me.

When he was ready, I lifted up and presented my bottom to him. I let Pedder fuck me because he maltepe escort wanted to. It was not uncomfortable and it didn’t hurt me. The little plug had done the trick. Plus I’d been filled back there so many times by Pedder and by the women. I did feel a little more “dirty” and used because his attitude was so different that night.

Feeling him thrust into my bottom was pleasurable. He went slowly, thrusting for a long time and really enjoying himself. I can admit that the fucking was good. He made me so tight that I could feel every bit of him as he thrust in and out of me. It was a turn-on to know he was enjoying my body so much. Being on my hands and knees, offering my bum like a “proper” woman, it felt sexy to know that I’d gotten him so turned-on with my butt.

Eventually, Pedder couldn’t hold-off any longer and I heard him and I felt him as he shot his full load of stuff into my backside. I admit I was a little proud of what I’d done. It would be judged as so “wrong” by people in my own time. But I knew was that I’d done the “proper” thing and it felt good to have Pedder shoot his sticky cum deep inside my backside.

After he’d left, and I was feeling really sad about Pedder, I felt his stuff slipping out of my hole. I just cleaned it up without another thought.

In my own mind, I was content with my decision. Three days after that, Sarah and I would launch ourselves on our homeward trip. I reminded myself that, back in my own time, I would make things different from before.

*******************

The next day, I was still feeling sore and sorry for myself. I put on my best face for Sarah. Her excitement was obvious – we were only two days from launching on our way home. At the same time, I could see that she was trying to control her emotions. Maybe Sarah understood that I was sad to be leaving my new friends.

The capsule was almost ready and the flight computer had been programmed. We just needed some final checks and to make sure we had enough power for the trip. It was time to take it back to the field where I’d first crashed. The place where Midge had found me. It seemed so long ago by then.

Midge really cheered me up that day. He did something that was so obvious for a man in that world. But it shocked Sarah and it made me feel happy again.

We were in the field and the capsule was unloaded. Sarah and I made some checks and everything looked good. We had planned to return the next day and complete all the calibrations and programming. Launch was to be the day after that. I did a last walk-around to check for any further external damage. Sarah was sitting there, watching me, as Midge moved closer.

I saw the look on his face and I was in no doubt what he was thinking. I wanted the same thing.

I waited until Midge put his hands on my shoulders. Then I sank down in front of him. I heard Sarah gasp, a sound of horror. I didn’t mind that at all as I reached out and released Midge’s massive thing into the warm air.

“This is too much,” I heard Sarah gasp from the side.

“It’s a fabulous rocket, isn’t it?” I said, looking at Midge and smiling up at him.

It is the most impressive thing I’ve ever had in my hands. Or in my mouth! He is a giant of a man and his cock is exactly proportioned, looking powerful and potent just like the rest of him. I wrapped my hand around him as Sarah looked on in amazement.

“No. Please…” she murmured.

I don’t know if Sarah was thinking she was protecting me from the giant farmer or she was just disgusted by what she was witnessing.

For the first time in my life, I actually was excited by the idea of sucking a man while being watched. I wanted to teach Sarah a lesson. She’d disrespected my new friends and she’d looked on me with scorn. But I knew how that future world worked and I knew I could belong there if I’d chosen differently.

It was because of Sarah that I was leaving them. So, I wanted to make a point. I knew she was watching and I wanted her to get the full show. It was such a fabulous penis that I really wanted to show it off.

For only the second time, I was on my knees in the open air while I stroked and licked a cock. As Midge got bigger and harder, I almost could not wrap my hand around the shaft. I didn’t think he could get any bigger. So, I let Midge force himself into my mouth. I had to really stretch my lips for him. Of course, I was thrilled at how he felt and happy for him to use my mouth. I held his balls in one hand as I used the other to stop Midge from doing damage to me. They felt so big and full.

For a little while, I took him from my mouth and I stroked and licked him some more. I even ran the tip of my tongue over the head of that wonderful thing. Then Midge wanted my mouth and he thrust inside me again.

There was maybe another ten minutes of me stroking and sucking him. I could feel Sarah’s eyes on me but I focused on Midge. It was quite a job to do since he is so big and it took a lot of effort with my manavgat escort mouth and my hands to keep him pleased. But he’d done this to me many times and I knew how to read him. I knew that Midge was ready to shoot his cum.

He placed his huge hands on my head, eager to control me in his climax. I was no longer afraid as I knew he’d learned this with Geet. He was so hard in my mouth and thrusting deeper and faster. I knew that Sarah was watching, frightened and appalled. I tried to stroke his balls, wanting him to finish and wanting to make him explode with all his manly power.

With a loud groan, Midge finally reached his climax and his throbbing, pulsating organ pumped great mouthfuls of his seed into my mouth. I was well and truly hooked on the sexual mores of that future world. I heard myself groan with delight as that warm, salty stuff flooded out. I could never manage to take all of Midge’s cum — he was too potent for that. This time was no different and I did my best to swallow what I could without choking, knowing that the rest of his semen was leaking and dripping down onto the front of my farm clothes.

After the longest cumming I could remember, it seemed Midge was finally finished with me. He released my head and slowly let his penis fall from my mouth. We looked at one another and I know we both smiled. I was a sex slave and an object that he could use how he wished. But we’d established an understanding. I had been taught how to be “proper”. I could see the validation in Midge’s smile and I felt even better knowing I had done a great job for my last time.

As we climbed back into the vehicle, Sarah regained her voice.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen,” she said with a voice that dripped with anger.

I could only shrug my shoulders in response. I didn’t care about her feelings or what she thought. I’d behaved in a “proper” way and that was what counted for me.

Sarah pressed on. “I can’t believe you did that. It almost looked like you were enjoying it.”

She was completely aghast at what Midge had done with me. What was worse, at least in her eyes, was the idea that I’d been a willing participant. Sarah still thought of me as a traitor. But I had the ace card.

“He could have chosen you,” I said simply. Then, with a grin, “I thought it was better that it was me.”

That thought hit Captain Adamson right between her eyes. What could she say in reply?

“I told you he has a massive rocket,” I said with a sly grin.

Not another word was shared between us that day. But I noticed the way Sarah kept glancing at the globs of semen that had fallen from my mouth and onto my clothes.

Geet noticed them, too, when I went inside for dinner. She gave me her usual wicked grin of approval.

*********************************

The next morning, not much work was done around the farm. After lunch, Midge and the older girl, Mara, drove Sarah back to our launch site. She needed to perform a final check on the program in the flight computer. It was good to have Mara go with them. Sarah was still frightened by Midge but I’d assured her she was safe with Mara delivering her meals and taking her into the house for showers.

We watched them set off. The car was still in sight when Soos slipped her hand into mine.

“I want sex, Captain,” she said, quite unashamed. I knew Geet and Soos had their own plans for the afternoon.

Geet had let me think that she’d kept her lesbian side a secret from her husband. I wasn’t so sure. I figured the incestuous sex between Geet and Soos was guarded closely. But even a man like Midge would surely wonder, or would suspect, what Geet got up to with other women. Even more when she seemed to arrange to spend so much time with me. And she wanted to spend time with me that afternoon. I was overjoyed — a chance to say a proper goodbye to my new best friend.

The daughter gave me a huge smile. I was ready for her, too. Soos led me inside and straight to her parents’ bedroom. Midge and Sarah would be gone for several hours and that big bed was where we would spend our time.

Soos was naked even before Geet could join us. I ran my eyes over her young, pert body. She had her mother’s sex drive but didn’t share the same physical attributes. I thought she looked beautiful and sexy all the same with her firm, perky boobs and her slender legs. I watched Geet slowly remove her working clothes and give me a good look at her fuller, sensuous body.

I remember Soos being hungry, urgent. She had a look in her eyes that told me she was feeling insatiable. She began undressing me and grabbed me for a deep kiss as I tried to keep my eyes on her mother. I was no longer bothered about the debauched, incestuous sex they shared.

The leather strap was on the bedside table and I glanced at Geet. I would have done anything for her at that point and I wanted her to know I was ready to be whipped. But Geet just gave me a grin and a little shake of her head. With our şişli escort little threesome there was no need for any whippings. We were going to have an amazing last time together.

“I want it, Captain,” Soos said as she pulled me towards the bed. I was in no doubt.

“Sex with me, Captain,” she said with a note of urgency,

There was no reason to hold back. She was so young but so experienced and horny despite her age. I moved on top of the slender, lithe body and placed my mouth over one of her perky little boobs. Her nipple was hard and pointy and I could feel her trembling with desire. So I slowly sucked her boobs and licked her nipples as she moaned and groaned underneath me.

I’d never been very bi-sexual but little Soos was just what I needed to be converted. I felt good with the way her young body responded and she arched her back to get still closer to me. I moved back and forth on her boobs and she was moaning and grabbing at me, trying to squeeze my breasts as I pleasured her.

This time, my last, I wanted something for myself. So, I climbed up on top of her. I guess I was feeling a little hungry as well and I figured, for once, it would be my vagina grinding onto her face. Soos was grinning as I got into the dominant position and lowered myself to her mouth. I knew I was wet but I was no longer self-conscious about that. It felt so incredibly good to feel her lips on my vagina and her tongue was soon thrusting into my opening.

When I felt Geet get down behind me, with her mouth on Soos’ wet, young pussy, it was the signal for compete debauchery and total sexual pleasure. I came even harder, smearing my wetness all over Soos.

I actually admired Geet and Soos for their incestuous relationship but that didn’t matter right then. We three females were going to have the wildest, most abandoned sex of our lives. I was incredibly excited, riding on Soos’s face, grinding on her the way she had done to me, hearing and feeling her orgasms as her own mother gave the best licking of her daughter’s hungry sex.

It wasn’t long before we changed places. The three of us were all so horny and hungry. This time it was Geet who took the dominant position, crouched on top of me and her soaking vagina on my face. I saw the way her labia flared and I had a great sight of her large, firm breasts as she lowered herself. I determined to give her the best tongue work I could manage. It wasn’t easy though, as her daughter was soon driving several fingers into my own spasming pussy.

But Soos was only just getting started.

“More now,” she said urgently and lay on her back, legs wide.

I went down and put my mouth over the younger woman’s sex. She was cumming almost instantly. I saw Soos arch her back and a grimace come over her face. It was so sweet to see Geet cradling her daughter as she exploded in ecstasy. Incest or not, it was an incredible thing to experience.

For that whole afternoon, we didn’t care about anything except our little threesome inside that bedroom. Soos wanted to put her mouth on my pussy again and, of course, I spread my legs for her. Geet kissed me and sucked on my tits as her own daughter gave me a tremendous licking and made me cum hard all over again.

For a time, I lay in between the other two as they cuddled and fondled me. I felt so special in between those beautiful women as they touched and licked me all over and had me cumming in an endless stream.

But it wasn’t long before Soos wanted to be the centre of attention once more. Neither her mother or I could deny her that. I fingered her a little and made her explode on my fingers and then I watched as Geet dived between her daughter’s slender, pale thighs to lap at her sex and thrust her tongue into that hot place. Soos was crying out her orgasms so loudly I was grateful we were on an isolated farm.

“Its best, mother,” she cried. “Its best.”

I wondered whether she was saying she preferred oral or that Geet was the best exponent of that skill. It hardly mattered. I did my bit to assist, suckling and biting those young boobs as Soos screamed out her climax.

When they swapped positions, Soos ready to make her mother cum in her mouth. I decided to help out. It was a squeeze but I got my hand underneath Soos’s chin and eased a finger into Geet’s backside. She was hot and smooth and I felt her muscles spasm at the intrusion.

“Yes, Captain,” Geet gasped. “yes, fuck in my backside.”

So I slipped a second finger into the bottom of the slutty mother and stroked gently as Soos continued working on her pussy.

“Aaargh,” she screamed out. “Both of them… both of them …not stop, fuck me…”

Finally, we took a little rest. All of us knew that afternoon was our last time together. So we cuddled and kissed and very little was said between us. Then Soos fetched two large vibrators and I knew that was the signal for the fun to begin again.

Soos went down on me and fingered my bottom this time. It was quite an experience because I could see clearly her mother using one of the vibrators to penetrate and to fuck the vagina of her own daughter. But Soos had learned her lessons well and was fantastic at pleasuring me. The twin sensations, on my pussy and in my butt, were like something out of this world. I gave a quick thanks to a society that values great sex just before I erupted with another amazing orgasm.

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Abstract: Science Engineer Jessica Sloan finds herself alone with one of the planet’s tentacle creatures.

NOTE FROM YOUR MENTAL TRAINING COMPUTER

Hello. We are so glad that you have been placed in this experimental sexbot suit and do not fret. Your training has already begun. You may not remember the past month but you have been proving to be an excellent candidate. The research staff very much appreciates the use of your body during these advances in science.

What you are about to see is a captured memory from a previous candidate, who happened to “encounter” alien life and as such has create a most interesting entry into our reference material that we will now play directly into your mind, and hopefully, it will set itself in place as an authentic memory of your very own. This is being done to verify that implanted humiliation and hopelessness can in fact be just as effective at achieving such effects in reality during training.

Enjoy as you sit there immobilized in your sexbot suit.

YOUR NEW MEMORY

“Why does my visor have a tentacle stuck to it?” asked Science Engineer Jessica Sloan trying to regain her senses after a long fall and slide into an alien moon cave.

“Sloan,” said a voice over the radio comm. “We’re a hundred feet overhead. Can you see us? I’m sending a crew back to base to get some rescue gear.”

“Um, I guess I’m OK. What happened?”

“You found a weak point in the surface and fell into a sink hole or cave. Somehow your suit’s sensors didn’t pick it up.”

Another voice kicked in. “Her suit’s integrity is fine, but luckily if she is in fact fine physically, she’s is in an air pocket. The oxygen is good and she’s immune to the antigens on this moon. I’m checking and yes. She has had all her shots. She’ll be ok while the equipment is retrieved.”

“Um, um,” said Sloan still gathering herself, “Guys. I’m being surrounded by moving tentacles. Lots of them. They’re squeezing me a bit here.”

A third voice kicked in. “It’s going to be an hour to get equipment in.”

“Shit,” said the first voice. It was her commander. He had a deep reassuring voice that Jessica liked to hear. “Look Jessica,” and with that usage of her first name she knew she was in trouble. “The alien life here won’t hurt you.”

“Oh thank god. I was worried. I mean these slimy tentacles are grabbing my arms and legs. I see the suction cups going over my visor. I’m not feeling so good about this right now. Wait. Holy shit! I think they’re opening my suit!”

“Ok Jessica. You need to listen to me.” His voice became more intense. “You’re going to be taken. We’re going lose radio contact, but you have had training and have a particular set of diplomatic skills that you have developed over your carrier. You will have to use them. Remember, it’s probably just one alien and it is just playfully greeting you in its own way. Unfortunately, it will probably penetrate your body. You have only one tentacle like thing on your body to interface with it, your tongue. It will find your tongue and when it does, try to stroke the suction cups. The reports say it will make it happy and I hate to say, sexually satisfied, and it will leave you alo…”

Something cracked behind her. The radio died. Her suit had been opened probably at bilecik escort the waist, which had a complex series of locking flaps. The hardback air tank had been separated as well. All this required some deliberate intelligence.

“Shit! Shit!” yelled Jessica feeling something slimy and gooey rub between her legs and down the inside of her right pressure boot. She strained to see down the helmet’s neck. It was a circular metal ring seal, but not big enough to really see anything. Her eyes strained, but her face could only push forward so much when inside the spherical helmet.

“Oh god. Oh god no!” she gasped. She tried to focus and look through the menu system on her visor. Why was the radio off? “Status! Status!” Was she really going to be left alone? And then she went back to the “Oh god no!”

A tentacle had rubbed against her clit and probably sensed the region as more interesting than the skin of her legs. Another tentacle was sliding its wet way between her butt cheeks. And yet another tentacle was wrapping her belly and spiraling around her as it slowly explored further up her torso. It would be slipping past her boobs soon. And it did just that, slipping under her bra and rubbing her nipples sensing the differing textures.

“Shit.” She just remembered what the commander had said. She’d have to tongue a tentacle to communicate with it. She had heard of tactile communication with these simpleton creatures of the dark caves. One scientific paper equated the contact to the sexual act of cullingulus.

“No! Commander! Hurry! Shit!”

She felt pressure and wet slime push up between her boobs. It was sensing her carbon dioxide exhalant and its movement signaled an eager excitement. Inside her helmet between her eyes and the glowing text of her visor computer screen, a narrow slender slow moving tentacle stretched upwards. A clear viscous glutinous gel oozed from its smooth translucent surface. A drip fell. As the tip raised further into her helmet going above the brow of her eyes out of view, the wider portion following behind turned slowly revealing several lines of coin sized suction cups.

She remembered the scientific research. It showed that stroking the rim of a suction cup and then fluttering inside the center made these creatures enter a state of euphoria. It relaxed them and they would retract any advances and essentially take a nap.

“No!” was all Jessica could think. Basically tongue fucking a tentacle made the alien life form lay back in an after glow and smoke a cigarette. Why her?

The narrow tip slapped around her face. It touched her nose. It went to the side and touched into her ear, but gave that up. It came back. What was confusing it was that Jessica was holding her breath.

She sniffed to get air.

The tentacle froze and surged to her left nostril. She felt it go deep inside. She coughed and gagged from the resulting drowning sensation and when it touched her throat, she garbled a scream. The wider section of the tentacle now folded more of itself into her helmet covering her eyes and face in slime. Something touched her tongue and felt her retracting muscle movements. The narrow tentacle tip then instantly withdrew from her nose.

She opened manisa escort her eyes. The tentacle had retracted. Her helmet was empty. Was that it? Was she done? Had she tongue fucked an alien? She still felt squeezed and surrounding pressure and wet movement between her legs. Something pushed into her rear. “Oh!” Something pushed into her vagina. “No!”

Her head darted about the helmet looking down as if she could see or do something. Her arms were pinned with branches of moving appendages holding her down to the left and right of her peripheral vision. Her legs were pulled wide and held firmly too. It was eerily quiet though and then the narrow pointy tentacle appeared before her eyes again and did an ever so slow turn. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore she was gasping in air as she watched the point of the cone bow before her face, lower to her lips and stroke her soft plush flesh leaving a creamy mucus goo behind.

She gritted her jaw as her chest heaved sucking in and pushing out air though her teeth.

Her eyes crossed when she felt the long finger press across her white smooth enamel. Ewww! It wanted in. It wanted to communicate. Something grabbed her chin and pulled down firmly. Her mouth was opening. Should she just cooperate? Should she extend her tongue as an act of kindness?

“Mmm!” she screamed as she felt the tentacle ruthlessly, forcefully enter her mouth and push down to her throat. Her head pounded against the inside walls of her helmet. She could still breath but her panic was hard to control. The tentacles inside her body between her legs began to thrust in and out in varying patterns. She felt deliberate contact with her clitoris.

The science papers had mentioned that blood circulation increases in skin regions was a catalyst for more contact.

No. Please stop. The physical actions were turning her body on. The alien had some way of making her body go against her mind. She was being forced to climax. Was this malicious or just a friendly gesture? Scientist said they may never understand the alien mind and its motives. But the actions were clear. It was planning to fuck her brains out.

She extended her tongue and felt a suction cup that moved in and out as it passed through her mouth. She made side to side motions with her tongue. She wanted to get the creatures attention. It was hard. Distractions were everywhere. Her vaginal walls were throbbing like she never felt before. The tentacle in her rear was pushing almost pinching in sync with the one in her sex. Together they danced and found her g-spot.

“Mmmm!”

She got one single circular tongue stroke in against the hard edge of a round shape. The tentacle stopped thrusting and pressed down flat against her tongue. She continued to circle its edges. She felt a warm hug over her entire body as the thrusting between her legs slowed and made more loving caring thrusts as the alien fucked her more gently.

She flattened her tongue against the inside concave shape of the suction cup and slowly rocked it left to right. With that one move being repeated, she felt her whole body being lifted into the air and turned upside down and around. The entire structure of tentacles shivered and shook taking mersin escort her whole body with it. She continued rolling her tongue and then she remembered the reports. She fluttered. Again and again and again she fluttered her tongue. With little in and out insertions and withdrawals, she desperately tried to send the creature over the sexual edge of pleasure.

The creature froze still holding her body up off the cave floor. She felt a fast vibrating shiver from the tentacles.

“Ahhmmmm!” she screamed with a powerful gagged orgasm of her own. Her eyes closed. She felt her body being lowered and slowly churned through the slime. It turned her upside down. The awkward orientation made her feel faint along with her hard hitting climax.

She vibrated several times in sync with the alien as her body and space suit descended through the creamy mucus she could see smearing passed her visor. She stopped looking letting the feelings flood over her mind.

A moment later, she opened her eyes. She found herself left standing against a rock wall.

The creature was gone.

What made her angry with herself at that moment was that she actually worried if she did a good job. Her mind must have been exposed to something. She truly wanted to have pleased the creature, to have touched it tantalizingly enough, to have allowed it to engage her in the most degrading way possible — but, of course, only if that made it happy.

Where did these thoughts come from? They couldn’t be hers. Yet she wanted to do it all again. And then she realized she would probably have to write this in a report. Crap. Hopefully only medical staff would read something so humiliatingly personal. The thought popped in her mind again. She wanted more tentacle sex. It felt so good. A man, woman, or animal — none of that would do anymore — not that she had ever tried that last one. What would her commanders think of her? It would bring shame onto the research organization and the company if it went public that this event even happened and that she had somehow been mentally altered. She probably shouldn’t mention it.

Yes. Just deny it happened. Skip the fucking report about the fucking — oh fuck. Then again, god she so badly wanted to tell the world. Come to Moon Alpha Tango 54 for a good time. Be mentally enslaved by an alien. Bring your friends. She then knew her mental state had obviously been corrupted. She had to tell someone. She needed help.

Hopefully her commander would understand and help her through some sort of recovery.

A light from her fallen equipment made visible some movement down inside the cave tunnel. Was the commander finally coming? She couldn’t move. She was exhausted. She squinted her eyes. Her helmet visor was smudged in goo. It was all so blurry. She focused and saw red colored tentacles touching and interacting with blue ones. She hadn’t thought of it, but her alien molester did have a red tint. Was it talking to another of its kind?

She slid her back down the rocky wall of the cave into a slouching position. She wanted to run, but her body refused.

She saw blue tentacles approaching. They grabbed her pressure boots and wrapped around her ankles holding her legs down and then pulling them apart. One long tentacle slapped softly against her visor and then she felt more slimy movement. It was slipping into her suit at the waist where the opening had been made.

“No. I can’t do this again. Please. I just can’t. Oh god no.” She looked down the cave tunnel at the red tinted creature sitting there as if it were watching her.

Had it just recommend her to a friend?

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The personal slave chambers of Count Mevenmein were a place Eve usually tried to avoid. It was an open room on the second floor of the manor. Alcoves for her father’s preferred slaves lined two sides — each filled with cushions for the slaves to sleep on. Arched windows of stained glass lined the other two sides — depicting scenes of the three maidens and their three virtues: subservience, sensuality, and pain. By some strange magic or invention the windows didn’t seem to transfer heat, keeping the chambers warm and humid –almost sauna-like. Adding to the sauna feel was a heated bath. The bath dominated the center of the chamber, and a slave girl, her nude body glistening in the water, lounged in it. Flower petals floated on the water’s surface, and burning incense gave the whole room a heady, intoxicating smell. Combined with the heat and the damp, just walking in was enough to make Eve’s hips sway slightly and her skin start to sweat.

It was nicer — much nicer — than the quarters for the house slaves or the barns for the workers and pony girls. It was opulent compared to her own sparse accommodations. She always noticed the large down pillows that covered the slave’s alcoves, and felt a tinge of envy when she thought of her own thin straw mat on a stone floor. Her feelings were slightly stronger than envy when she looked at the beautiful stained-glass windows that glowed yellow and red when the light struck them, and compared them to her small, open portal that howled when the wind blew, and let in the winter’s chill.

All three of her father’s favorite slaves were there, and there was a sharp contrast between her and them. She now wore her ‘normal’ clothing: sandals and an off-white, thin tabard that tapered to a point just above her knees. It was thin enough to fit between her breasts, and her vagina and bottom could clearly be seen from the sides, but wearing something made her feel better than wearing nothing at all. She had also replaced the black bow tied around her neck, unsure of when it had come loose. Beyond that, she wore no jewelry or piercings.

Her father’s slaves were, in contrast, both more and less dressed. Their clothing was sheer — hiding nothing. The only true ‘clothing’ on them were the high heels they all wore — even the ones in the pool. The difference came in the jewelry. All of them were decorated with piercings, jewels, and thin chains that rested on breasts or hips or wrapped around their limbs. Everything was gold, silver, and sparkling gems. Eve couldn’t help but find it striking and alluring, even as another part of her thought about how difficult it would be to run with jewel crusted piercings hanging from her tits.

She recognized them all. The brunette sleeping in the alcove was Cock Kitten — a curvaceous, timid slave her father had favored for years. One of the three in the pool was a redhead named Eager Hump. Though Eve knew her better by her nickname: ‘Little Eve.’ A name the house slaves called her when their master wasn’t around. Her father had only had the girl for a little over a year, but there was a salacious rumor that he favored her because of her similar appearance to Eve. The slave girl was much shorter, had long hair, and was nowhere near as muscular as the pureborn. But, despite all that the similarity was undeniable. They shared the same striking red hair and bright green eyes, the same strong cheekbones. Even their noses had a similar slant. Of course, Eve didn’t believe the rumors that her father had chosen the girl because of the similarity. And even if she did, she had never been overly cruel to her. Sure, she had whipped her once or twice for minor offenses, and maybe she had volunteered the young slave to assist the men on a hunt or serve drinks in their chambers. But, there was no reason for her to keep nervously glancing at Eve out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, there was the blonde. Cum Puppy was her father’s favorite, and every woman in the manor knew it. She had golden hair that curled at the ends and hung seductively over bright blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and large with a slight upward slant, all over a thin waist and plump butt. More than her physical appearance though, every move she made seemed to tease sex. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she had a way of leaning close and staring up at people when they spoke to her. There were all sorts of rules that were beaten into slave girls — walking on tiptoes, bending their shoulders back to thrust out their chest, arching their back when they bent or crawled. Whenever Eve saw Cum Puppy, she knew the rules were there to get them to emulate what she did naturally.

“Oh,” Cum Puppy said, putting her fingers to her lips. “Eve, how good to see you. Though I am a bit surprised to see you walking. We all heard about what happened in the courtyard. How many men was that? Ten, twenty? It must have been so painful.”

Eve ignored her. Looking at Eager Hump, she said, “Cunt, my father prepared an attire for me. Where is it.”

“I — tuzla escort I don’t — ” she stammered.

“Eve,” Cum Puppy cried in a high pitched whine as she walked over to her. “Don’t be so cruel to poor Eager Hump. This cunt was put in charge of preparing you.” As she said ‘this cunt’ she ran her hands down her body, as if indicating what an honor it was to have ‘this cunt’ do anything for her. She smiled up at the pureborn, her tall, platform heels making her head level with Eve’s tits. “Master actually asked me to add a bit to the attire. This cunt has a few idea.” She smiled wickedly. “Some more painful than others.” She paused, looking Eve up and down. “Kiss me,” she ordered. The customary way for slaves of equal standing to greet each other.

Eve slapped her. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough shock her. Before she recovered, Eve bent down, and grabbed a bundle of her gold hair. She considered pushing the slave’s lips down to her lower lips, making Cum Puppy kiss her there, the way a slave of lower standing was supposed to greet a slave of higher standing. That would be much worse than a simple slap though, and she decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she pulled the slave up and kissed her, forcing her tongue into the slave’s mouth as Eve tried to emulate the forceful, aggressive kiss men usually used on her.

Eve let her go, and Cum Puppy stepped back, rubbing her cheek. Eve wanted her to get mad, maybe even run to their master to tell on her. The odds were fifty/fifty that he would punish Eve versus being mad at Cum Puppy for wasting his time. Unfortunately, Cum Puppy gave a mock sigh and looked at Eve pityingly.

“Poor master. It must be so hard to find a buyer for a cunt that can’t even remember she has a hole between her legs. Especially when she looks more like a fleshy tree than something anyone would want to fuck.”

“You bitch,” Eve said, taking a step towards her.

But she was already moving away, surprisingly fast on her platform heels. Her large breasts bouncing side to side as she moved towards a side room, presumably to ready whatever torture instruments she had prepared for Eve.

“Stupid cunt,” Eve muttered as she turned. She almost tripped over the kneeling form of Cock Kitten. The brunette was on her knees head bowed.

“Good afternoon mistress,” the brunette said. She leaned forward and brushed Eve’s tunic aside with her nose, kissing her directly on her pussy. She thought, just for a moment, that the slave lingered there just a bit too long, but just as she noticed it the slave was down and bowing again.

“You can stand, Cock Kitten,” Eve said. “I’m not your master. I’ve told you before not to act so formal with me.”

“Yes Mistress,” she said as she moved to her feet. She said, “Cum Puppy, Eager Hump, and myself were ordered to present you for tonight. You are to be bestowed upon Master Moldred.”

“So I heard,” Eve groaned. “I take it Cum Puppy was ordered to pick out the attire though?”

“She will pick something pleasing to the master’s eye. She knows all of us will be punished if we fail.”

“I’m not worried about how it looks. I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow after wearing what that bitch picks for me.”

They both smiled at the comment, though they also knew it might not be too far from reality.

“You know,” Cock Kitten whispered, leaning closer to Eve. “Cum Puppy’s actually a bit on edge. Master has been favoring Eager Hump for his bed lately. I think she’s jealous.”

“You’re not going to start on this ‘Little Eve’ rumor, right? Just the idea of it makes me skin crawl.”

They both glanced at the redhead. She was busy drying off, and deliberately not looking at Eve.

“No, no. It’s just, Cum Puppy’s been the favorite for so long. I don’t think she knows what to do when she’s just another cunt.”

“Good riddance,” Eve whispered. “Maybe father will finally take my advice and turn her into a toilet for the stable boys.”

They both giggled.

“By the way,” Eve said, still laughing slightly. “You were in the carriage with my father earlier today, right?”

The brunette averted her eyes at the question, though Eve didn’t know why. “Yes miss,” she answered.

“Who was that woman with him?”

“This cunt does not know,” she answered. Her eyes were back on the ground, and she was speaking in the careful, humble tones of a good slave.

Eve raised an eyebrow. “But you were there. Did they talk?”

Again, a nervous shuffle. “Thi — this cunt is sorry miss. Something about taking someone. One of the other slaves? I’m sorry miss. It was all over this cunt’s head.”

“Literally,” Eve joked, not sure what was behind the change in Cock Kitten’s demeanor.

But Cock Kitten looked up at Eve with what almost seemed like fear.

Eve clarified, “Because you were on your knees. Get it? It was a joke.”

“Oh, of course.” She smiled, but Eve could tell it was forced, and her mind was pendik escort elsewhere.

Before she could inquire further, Cum Puppy’s voice called out in a mocking tone “Mistress, this cunt has returned with your attire for the night.” She walked in carrying a lead for a crawling slave girl. On the girl’s back was a gold chest. Cum Puppy led the girl over to Eve, as Cock Kitten and Eager Hump walked over and knelt beside her. “Behold,” she said, throwing the chest open.

Eve looked inside, and groaned.

–

Moldred stifled a yawn. The potion had left him exhausted, but also Mevenmein’s feast was a bore. It was the standard affair. The count sat on a raised dais, overlooking the hall. Two slave girls crawled around him — a redhead on his cock while a blonde sat on one arm of his chair with her legs around him, alternating between feeding him and kissing his neck and ear. The man looked haunted, and did his best not to glance at the knights.

Moldred’s arrival had been disappointingly uneventful. The sun was starting to set when they finally entered the manor, and the Count was already waiting for them. Three knights in full armor on horseback were impressive, though slightly less impressive than a few hundred slave girls and men-at-arms all standing at attention behind you. Their criers had both called out their titles and the terms of the duel, and then Mevenmein had invited them in for a feast. No surprise announcement of a hidden champion. No begging for mercy. Just bland formality.

Mevenmein’s men occupied most of the hall, drinking and eating at long tables, they harassed the nude serving girls, sometimes taking them to the ground and fucking them to wild applause. In the center of the hall thirty or so slave women knelt on their knees with a round platform on their backs. The bottom of the stone platform was covered with spikes and small rivulets of blood dripped down from the girls. On the platform were two planks of wood in an X shape. Slaves were strapped to it, and whipped, beaten, or fucked by dominas with pointed steel strap-ons. Currently, one of the dominas was now on the x-shaped cross, and her bare breasts were being swatted with stinging nettles. She screamed and cried, to the delight of the men on the floor. As she struggled against the blows, the platform she was on shook, further tormenting the slaves that held it up.

Moldred stifled another yawn. This was nothing he hadn’t seen before. The food was fine. The women were fine. It was all fine, if a bit prosaic.

A slave girl knelt between his knees, keeping him hard but not much else. Gash knelt beside him, and he kept himself occupied by tormenting her. He would place a bit of food on her nose and make her hold it there. Or have her chew a bite, hold it in her mouth without swallowing, then have her deposit it into the mouth of a passing serving girl. After the second time she did this, she was shaking with hunger.

Gastogne and Aloric sat on opposite sides of him. Aloric seemed to be enjoying himself. A cute little slave girl was riding on his lap, bouncing on his dick as she balanced a plate on her breasts and fed him from it. Gastogne, on the other hand, kept yelling for more wine or beer. When the poor girl brought it over, he would slap and squeeze her tits or face for taking too long.

Moldred occupied his time by looking around the room, trying to guess who the Count’s champion would be. He was unimpressed with the options. The count was a serious looking man. A bit tubby though. He likely balanced his books and paid his tithes, but he was no warrior. Next to him sat a slightly more impressive looking man. Tall, powerfully built, but he had no slaves on him, and barely glanced at them as they passed. Moldred dismissed him. He looked a warrior, but there was no fire in his blood.

Also at the table with the Count were a few older, advisor looking types, whom Moldred ignored. At the far ends of the table were two younger men who Moldred guessed were the Count’s sons. One was Obese, with a large gut that hung over the top of the two slaves between his legs. He had a gaggle of slaves on him, and they all alternated pleasuring him and feeding him. Moldred considered leaning over to Aloric and making a joke comparing him to the man, but decided against it. Aloric would forgive him for comparing him to a woman, but he worried he might actually insult the knight if he compared him to such a pathetic specimen of a man.

At the other end of the table was a pencil thin, brooding youth. He had a single raven-haired slave who sat on his knee, and was, disgustingly, sharing his food. He could see them speaking with each other, and there was almost no sign of subservience in the woman. Moldred wanted to walk over and slap him. There was no greater sign of weakness in a man than not controlling his cunts. He considered asking Gash if there was a way to force the Count to make one of his sons fight the duel in maltepe escort his stead. But, as he looked down at her he was distracted by her pleading, hunger-filled eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She did, sticking her tongue out. Moldred picked off a piece of the gristle from his steak, and held it so she could see it. He rubbed it on her tongue, the juices of the fat mixing with her saliva. Then, he hit the slave between his knees on her cheek. “Open up cunt,” he ordered. She obeyed, and he placed the gristle he had been rubbing on Gash’s tongue into the slave’s mouth.

“Thank you master,” she said, slowly chewing the morsel, savoring it.

Moldred tapped his thigh, a signal for her to continue sucking. She swallowed her food, looking slightly remorseful she didn’t get to savor it longer, then put her lips back around his cock. He looked back at Gash. Her tongue was still out, and he could see a hint of tears in her eyes. He picked up a piece of meat, and placed it on her nose, under her eyes. “Hold it,” he commanded, turning back to look over the hall.

The rest of the count’s men weren’t much better. A few struck Moldred as somewhat capable, there was a particularly large fellow with a face like an ogre that stood out, but ultimately none of them were knights. There were rules to be followed whenever a knight fought a non-knight in a duel. Knights’ couldn’t use the strength or durability granted by their crest. But, crests gave more than that, if you knew how to use them, and even with those limitations there was no one that made him worry. Moldred could tell a true warrior just by sight. The Count’s men looked more like well-paid bandits than soldiers.

As the servants took away the third course Count Mevenmein stood up. The slave that had been lapping at his cock knelt under him, and he stepped up onto her back to elevate himself. The hall quieted as he began to speak. The women all fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

“Subjects and honored guests,” he said, raising a glass. “A toast to our King and Lord, the First True Man, Alwynn!”

They all drank. A few of the men cheered. He heard a few muffled cries of pain as every slave hurt themselves in some way, as they were required to do when the king’s name was uttered. At his feet, he saw Gash dig her nails into her thigh so deep they drew blood.

The count finished his drink, and picked up another. “And another toast, to our guest. Though tomorrow he will fight our champion, tonight he dines with us. To Sir Moldred of House Gavain!”

The cheers were more perfunctory this time, and mostly came from the advisor-looking types at the high table, but almost everyone still drank. He did notice the large, ugly man pointedly leaving his cup on the table.

The king finished this cup too. “Finally,” he began, “never let it be said that House Mevenmein does not respect their guests. As is tradition, I now present a pureborn to Sir Moldred, his to keep, so long as he is within these walls.”

Moldred tried to look grateful, but settled on stoic. This was common practice, and rarely worthwhile. Some homely pureborn he would throw in a closet and ignore until he left. Maybe fuck her once or twice out of courtesy.

And then the doors at the end of the hall opened, and in walked the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

–

As the doors opened Eve tried to smile, but settled on a blank, subservient expression. Cock Kitten led Eve into the crowded dining hall by a lead around her neck. The collar Cum Puppy had picked out was, unsurprisingly, pretty, but painful. A series of gold, interlocking hoops, the hoops were lined with spikes that pierced and scratched her neck whenever she moved or the lead grew too taught. Thin, gold chains draped her body, crossing over her arms, legs, and under her breasts like a harness. Another thin, gold chain ran behind her ears and rested on her nose. Oil had been rubbed all over her skin, with particular attention paid to her breast, and she shined in the light of the candelabras overhead. Her makeup was immaculate. Her lips painted a bright red, and a thin line of mascara highlighted her emerald eyes. Any tangles in her hair from her earlier gangbang had been removed, and her shoulder-length red hair now shined a vibrant crimson. When she had looked in the mirror, she had been forced to admit her father’s slaves had done a better job she ever could have.

It was not all good though. Her arms were painfully locked behind her back at the elbows and wrists. Worse, Cum Puppy had reopened Eve’s piercings, and large, gold hoop earrings hung from both her ears, and her nose. They were large enough she could have fit both hands through with room to spare, and they were heavy enough to be painful. A matching pair with bells attached to them weighed down her nipples. The bells chiming as she walked.

And walking was the hardest part. Her ‘heels’ were a large spike that pointed up at the back of Eve’s foot. If she leaned back even slightly she could feel them there, ready to pierce her if she lost her balance or her strained calves grew tired. They were curved at their base, moving back up to lock around her ankles. The shackles had bells on them as well, and they joined with the sound of the ones on the piercings hanging from her nipples.

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Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2011

The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. Some scenes may be disturbing for some readers.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

Please note that the form of witchcraft in my world is not meant to be true Wicca. Nor is it supposed to follow “Charmed” exactly. No offence or confusion is intended.

You should read the preceding chapters of this story in order to know the characters and what is going on. You will find that reading Book I of this story, Danica, will give you a lot of insight into the characters and the continuing storyline.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

He emerged from the long shadows of the trees, his black-robed form darker than the moonlit night.

He crossed the graves at a determined pace, thoughtless of the peace of those who rested beneath the earth. His eyes that glowed red with the fires of hell fixated upon a mausoleum ahead — his goal.

A few gestures and words in the spidery language of magic dissolved the wards protecting the crypt as he approached. The lock on the door snapped as if a twig from a single twist of Thanatos’ wrist. The demon cast aside the lock, chipping a nearby tombstone, and pulled open the heavy iron-bound door.

Stale air tinged with the perfume of death rushed from inside, and light violated the dark resting place of the dead for the first time in many years. Twin stone sarcophagi nearly filled the small space, the fine lines and detailed carvings bespeaking great wealth.

Thanatos approached and swept aside the dry, brittle remnants of flowers that decorated the lid of one sarcophagus, revealing the inscription, and confirming what the demon already knew.

The runes of warding were no match for his magic, their angry red glow impotent to prevent the desecration to come. Nor was the weight of the great stone lid any impediment, though it had taken six men to set it in place. Thanatos grasped one of the handles at the base of the arched stone cover in a long-fingered hand and lifted. The lead seals broke free and the lip slipped from its groove, allowing the demon to push the lid over the edge, where it hit with a resounding crack upon the polished stone floor.

The stained wood of the coffin within looked as if it might have been placed there only days before, rather than years. Only a thin layer of dust marred the beauty of its surface, which the demon completely ignored as his nails elongated into claws, giving him purchase into the thin seam of the coffin lid.

The body of the woman had not endured the years so well. Dull, dry blonde hair formed a halo around the darkened, desiccated flesh clinging to her skull. A voluminous gown of now yellowed white could not hide the bony protrusions of the body it shrouded. A single deadly touch of the demon’s claw caused the garment to dissolve, completing the work of decades in seconds, while leaving the body untouched.

Thanatos laid his hand upon the body’s shriveled breasts, and once again called upon his hellish powers. Even as his touch could cause corruption and death, so too could it reverse the ravages of decay and give a semblance of life to the shell of a mortal’s remains.

The woman’s skin lightened and plumped, the flesh undulating as it regained elasticity. Features emerged in her face, replacing the horrifying visage of a leering skull. Eyelids grew to cover the empty eye cavities, sprouting long, luxurious lashes. The breasts beneath his hands swelled many times over, rising firm and proud.

The demon lifted his hand and admired his handiwork. The woman within the coffin little resembled the husk that had resided there only moments before. Instead, a blonde woman of stunning beauty and ample curves appeared to sleep within.

Thanatos reached into a pocket of his robes, seeking the tools of the Art. The mere semblance of life was not enough to complete the task given him. He would have to reach into the very realm of death and the echoes of the past with necromantic magic to finish his masterpiece.

Then, he would have his reward.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Andrea let out a little moan as her lips parted from Turner’s. “Hope to see you soon.”

“Kronk’ll see ya out,” The big half-orc standing nearby declared, and then gestured toward the stairs.

Turner said, “Really soon, I hope.”

“Me too,” Andrea responded, color rising in her cheeks.

She watched him walking with Kronk toward the stairs, and her heart soared when he turned around muğla escort for one last look at her before descending.

Kronk paused as well and said, “Bath’s all ready.”

The door to the Ducal chambers opened just as the pair vanished into the stairwell, and Christi emerged wearing nothing but a light shift and a satisfied smile. Right behind her came Ashley, similarly dressed, sleepy-looking, and with her hair completely disheveled.

Andrea bit her lip to hold back a giggle when she noticed the streak of dried cum that decorated her sister witch’s leg from the shift down to her knee.

“Have a good…” The Duchess paused and twitched her eyebrows before finishing, “Night?”

“Mmm hmm,” Andrea answered. “Guess you did too.”

Ashley laughed and rubbed her eyes. “Oh, I need a bath.”

“Fun making the mess though, wasn’t it?” the sultry Duchess teased. “Kronk will have the bath ready. He’s good about that when things get loud at night around here.”

Christi started toward the door to the bath, and the two witches fell into step with her. Just before they reached their destination, Marlena emerged with Brandon from her room, caught his hand before he could walk away, and kissed him.

The Duchess gestured toward the door, and led the two witches inside. Marlena and Brandon were still kissing the whole while. As soon as they were all within the room, Christi tugged on the sleeve of Andrea’s robe and said, “I hope you can sew bridesmaid’s dresses, because I think you’ll be needing them before long.”

“I think so too,” Andrea agreed as she untied the belt of her robe.

Marlena finally walked in as the other three women settled into the bath. She looked absolutely radiant and greeted everyone with a cheerful, “Good morning,” as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

Everyone greeted her as she ascended the steps and then sat down with a relieved sigh in the warm water. “How’s everything at home?” She asked after leaning back to wet her hair.

“Going well,” Ashley answered while she washed. “Danica told us that you both finished your spells.”

The illusionist nodded. “I’m excited about going and putting them to use, but I think that I could use another day to relax.”

“Brandon probably wouldn’t be worth a damn for a week, after another day of relaxing with you,” Christi suggested with a sly smile.

“I’m not sure that I would be either,” Marlena responded with laughter in her voice.

“You know that you’re all welcome any time,” The Duchess said. “Hate to be rude, but I’ve got to get washed up, dressed up, and go be Duchess. Cerebus was stuck with it yesterday, so it’s my turn.”

Ashley shrugged and sighed. “We probably shouldn’t linger either. We still have a lot to do.”

Andrea and Marlena made small sounds of grudging agreement and turned to the task of washing away the evidence of the previous night’s bliss.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica was still tingling from a wonderful morning orgasm on Celes’ fingers in the bath when she walked toward the kitchen at the witch’s side. She grabbed her friend’s bottom, offered a sexy growl, and then laughed when Celes twitched her eyebrows in response.

The pair put aside their playful antics upon entering the kitchen, as the last thing that the girls needed was any encouragement in that direction. Two of the copies of Danica — Danila and Denise — stood at the sinks washing dishes, and said hello upon noticing that they weren’t alone.

Denise said, “Breakfast is over there on the stove,” while scrubbing an iron skillet with a wire brush.

“Thank you, Denise,” Danica responded, and then asked the other clone, “Still doing okay?”

Zoraster had manipulated the clone through both an aborted pregnancy and magic to lactate in abundance. Edna had fortunately discovered a spell in her book that helped to counter the magic. It had taken some time to convince the other girls that suckling their clone sister was making her uncomfortable by keeping the milk flowing, no matter how much she enjoyed it at the time. That part of the magic still lingered, making Danila experience powerful orgasms whenever anyone was drinking from her springs of mother’s milk.

“Okay,” Danila answered. “They only leak when I…” Her cheeks turned bright red, and she finished in a rush, “When I get really excited.”

“Just remember how heavy they were and how much they ached. That should help avoid temptation,” Danica suggested.

Still embarrassed, the auburn-haired clone nodded her head and returned to the dishwashing.

“Come along, now,” Celes said. She already stood in the doorway, holding the two plates left for them. “I’m famished, and you still need to give me my copy of your new spell.”

Her stomach rumbling, Danica walked over and took her plate.

A quiet mental chime and a flash of light from within the room alerted the pair that someone had teleported into the manor. Since ordu escort the numerous wards and runic defenses hadn’t activated, they were fairly confident about who had just popped in.

“Welcome home,” Celes said upon seeing Andrea, Marlena, and Ashley reorienting their senses after the translocation. “Not sure if the girls saved any more of breakfast.”

“I’ll just have some fruit later,” Andrea said, and pointed toward the center of the manor. “I want to go check on the Dragon Tongue.”

“Pears sound good,” Ashley agreed. “I’m going to go fetch some. You?” she asked Marlena.

The illusionist answered, “I’m actually craving celery for some reason.”

Andrea called back from the hallway just outside the door. “I’ll bring some back from the garden. Bring me some of the golden apples, Ashley?”

“Okay,” Ashley answered as she followed the blonde out of the study.

Danica took her seat and asked, “Craving celery? You’re not pregnant are you?”

Marlena laughed and answered, “Oh gods no! I cast my spell every time. I’m not ready for that.”

“I was only teasing,” Danica said as she pulled the cloth off her plate and picked up a fork.

“Well, I’m not teasing when I say I’m going to tweak your ears if you don’t hand over my copy of your new spell,” Celes warned while uncovering her breakfast.

“Okay. Okay.” Danica laughed, put down her fork, and pulled the rolled page from a pocket of her robe.

Celes sat the page off to the side of her plate, weighed down the edges with a large chunk of white crystal and an empty inkpot, and then proceeded to read while she ate.

Once Danica put aside her plate a few minutes later, she asked Marlena, “So, are you ready for a long walk through a strange land?”

“I’m actually sort of excited. I haven’t really traveled much, let alone to anywhere so different from what I know.”

“I’ve done my fair share of seeing the world, even if it wasn’t my own idea,” Danica remarked.

“Ye can say that again, Dearie,” Celes agreed.

Danica stood up and said, “I just need some time to put a few things together. Leave in a couple of hours?”

Celes tapped her copy of Danica’s spell. “This is going to keep things like the farspeak spell from getting through to you, isn’t it?”

“As it is right now — yes. I’ll probably perfect a version of it that lets some things like that work eventually, but I just thought it was too much to try on a brand new spell.”

“Hmm… I don’t know about this.”

Danica smiled and offered, “How about if we give a call home every night and every morning, just to say that we’re fine, if nothing else? The spell won’t block our magic from reaching out, but it should still keep anyone from following the spell back to us.”

“Fair enough. We don’t hear from you, and I’m going to come find you somehow.”

“Fair enough,” Danica echoed with a wink. “I’m going to go get ready. Meet me in my room when you’re ready, Marlena?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” the illusionist acknowledged as she stood up.

Ashley had finished her breakfast as well, and tapped a spoon on the edge of her potion brewing pot. “Back to work, girls.”

Andrea and Celes groaned in perfect unison.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Pebbles cascaded down the rock face as Danica and Marlena appeared in a burst of brimstone smoke several turns higher on the switchback trail than where they had stood only moments before.

Marlena instinctively took a step away from the abyss, despite Danica’s magic depositing them a safe distance away from the long drop. She then waved a hand in front of her and made a face. “Phew!”

Danica nodded, still holding her breath. Unfortunately, the stench still lingered when she relented. “Believe me, I know.” She closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “My spell is still working.”

The illusionist nodded her head. “Mine too. How much walking do you think we just saved?”

“Two hours, at least. I guess the trail meandering back and forth like it does makes sense if you’re actually trying to climb the mountain, but walking so far out of my way isn’t my idea of fun.”

“I’ll just be glad when we’re on the other side,” Marlena remarked after leaning forward a little to peek over the edge.

“The view will be better on the other side. That should make it a little more bearable. Besides, you have feather falling enchantments. It’s not as if you’re going to do more than drift down to the last bend in the trail.”

Marlena laughed. “Doesn’t help.”

Danica’s eyes followed the trail to find that it passed out of her sight and into what looked like a crevasse. A look upward revealed no more switchbacks. “Looks like we’re walking for a while. I really don’t want to risk flying unless we have to. The winds are too unpredictable.”

Marlena nodded emphatically in approval of that decision, as she wasn’t all that comfortable with the height even with her feet on solid ground. osmaniye escort The prospect of sailing above that emptiness made her stomach clench. A sudden burst of hot wind sweeping up from the desert below to whip her hair and robes didn’t help the feeling any.

“If that crack is deep enough, we might be across sooner than I thought. No way of knowing until we take a look, though.” Danica nodded toward the bend in the trail and started walking.

As soon as the pair turned the corner, Marlena let out a sigh of relief. The trail followed a cleft between two sheer walls of rock stretching upward into a V shape. Though boulders that had tumbled down littered the floor of the valley, indicating a need for caution, the illusionist felt a great deal more at ease without any visual point of reference telling her how high up she was.

Most of the conversation during the climb had revolved around the goal and destination, but to help calm her friend’s nerves, Danica changed the subject. “So, how’s Brandon? Getting along okay at Blackhawk?”

Marlena smiled at the mention of his name. “He loves it there. He just fits in with everyone.”

“I haven’t been there that often, but I can guess why.” Danica chuckled, and the intensity of the echo from the sound startled her a bit. She lowered her voice and said, “Maybe we should keep it quiet. I’ve heard of loud sounds setting off avalanches, and I’m not in the mood to test whether it works on rocks, too.”

Marlena nodded. “I feel torn. There’s so much going on, but all I want to do is spend time with him. I haven’t felt this way…” Her cheeks reddened. “Well, in a long time.”

Danica had a flash of something from Marlena’s thoughts come to her unbidden, but it was indistinct. The only impression that she derived was of a man in robes before she snapped shut the connection, not wanting to pry.

She stroked Marlena’s back for a moment. “There’s time. We certainly need you, but we don’t need you to be unhappy, either. Besides, making him pine for you every once in a while will keep him from taking you for granted.”

“You’re right, of course.”

“I’d imagine that he’s rather enthusiastic when you’ve been away for a while, too.”

Marlena twitched her eyebrows. “So am I.”

The crevasse curved to the left, making it obvious to Danica that they weren’t going to emerge on the other side of the range. The switchbacks were simply moving to a different face of the mountain. She unconsciously slowed as an odd sensation swept over her.

“Wait,” Danica abruptly whispered, and then grabbed the sleeve of her friend’s robe. Marlena froze in her tracks.

Danica slipped into the second sight, and immediately saw what had caused her to feel uneasy. “Wards on the trail,” she whispered.

“I see them,” the illusionist agreed. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to find out the hard way by setting them off. Keep your eyes open while I try something.”

The discipline of spell weaving originated in the creation — and unraveling — of magical wards, and was uniquely suited to what Danica wanted to attempt. First, she examined the magic and determined that it had only one purpose, which was to detect living things of a certain size crossing its boundary.

With no threat present in the ward itself, Danica gathered up strands of the world’s magical energy, spinning it into a thread of her own. This she carefully slipped into the weave of the ward, feeding it back to its source. Within seconds, she knew where the magic originated.

“There’s something alien about this pattern,” Danica observed while glancing in the direction where she could sense Marlena. She was too deep in the second sight to actually see her friend, but she could feel the illusionist at her side. “Make us invisible.”

Marlena began her spell chant, and Danica went to work on the strands of magical energy that stretched from wall to wall of the crevasse. Breaking the ward would have been simple, but Danica knew from experience that the person who had created the magic would feel that. Instead, she carefully moved the threads of magic, manipulating them until she formed a door just large enough to pass through.

Once the gap in the magic was wide enough, Danica snatched up another errant strand of magic and outlined the doorway in a thin band of pinkish light.

Marlena said, “I see it. I used my most powerful cloaking spell.”

Danica let her vision slip back into reality. She wasn’t at all surprised that she could see Marlena. The illusionist had such a command of the magic that she could overcome the usual limitations where a person using invisibility magic couldn’t even see themselves.

“We may as well check this out. The source of the magic is along the way.” Danica drew a little circle in the air in front of the glowing pink outline. “Just don’t touch the circle.”

Marlena nodded and went through first, without incident. Danica followed, and then pinched a tail she’d left exposed on her pink doorway. A little tug started the slow unraveling, which would close the opening, leaving the ward as it was when she found it.

After only a few steps beyond the ward, Marlena slowed and held out an arm to block Danica’s path. “Someone is using powerful illusion magic ahead. I can sense it.”

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A/N: Here it is. The end of a journey, and the beginning of a new one. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me thus far, through all my many delays and rants. Work is well underway on book 2, but please note that there will be some changes with how it’s posted. You can find the relevant details on my profile/in the comments.

I hope you enjoy the end.

*****

Chapter 32- Masks

2nd December, 2017

7:29 a.m.

Somewhere in the Middle of the Ocean

It turned out that “Dave” was a boat captained by an ornery Clownfish-Bonded Wielder, who shared his name with his boat. Though he didn’t actually warm up to us as such, he did seem a lot less hostile as soon as he saw that Fiona was with us.

I’d later learn that the two of them had grown up together at the Roman Academy, and when Fiona had been stationed at the I.G.A.D.W.T.F., Dave had agreed to be her secret exfil plan, for when the worst happened. While I personally doubted the wisdom in taking a dingy trawler like his out to open waters and sailing it all the way to Ostia, in Italy, Fiona seemed to trust him, so I resolved myself to doing the same.

I definitely couldn’t deny that travelling that way, we’d be less likely to be spotted by Vince or any of his allies. My concerns about how long it might actually take us were also assuaged as soon as we were far enough away from shore– it turns out that clownfish can be rather swift swimmers! With the help of his Companion, Dave actually predicted that we’d drop anchor off the Italian coast sometime on the 3rd of December.

As small as it was, the nondescript trawler did have a lower deck which doubled as rather cramped living quarters, the single bed of which was currently occupied by Ryan, as he took his sleep-shift. After grabbing a bit of stale bread and some truly horrendous coffee to dip it into, I wandered around the deck, nodding to Dave, before spotting Fiona sitting by the bow, her legs threaded through the bars to dangle off the boat.

“Are you doing alright?” I asked her quietly, taking a seat next to her.

The breakneck pace Dave’s Companion could somehow continuously keep up created an ever-present salty mist in that vicinity; it actually added a welcome bit of flavor to the bits of bread I was trying to force down my throat, and I’d long since gotten used to the wet and the cold. None of us were Wielding, in an attempt to keep a low profile, and to not mess with the fragile electronics of the boat.

“I just cannot wrap my mind around it,” Fiona stated, stoically. “I lived and fought with them for years. I thought we shared a bond thicker than blood! How did I never realize that they had been turned?”

“Because it wasn’t them,” I responded, deciding to let her in on something that had been slowly taking shape in my mind over the last day.

“Explain,” she stated, finally looking at me, a shocking mix of rage and desperation on her face.

I could only imagine how distraught she must have been. As someone who’d only recently joined her command, I knew that Fiona took it upon herself to mentor– no, nurture– each and every single Wielder under her, all to ensure that they could be the best versions of themselves. It was that exact sentiment, that love and devotion to her squad, that I found so hard to betray. Yes, I was still worried about Rayka, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t betray Fiona. I just had to hope and believe that Rayka would be fine until I could get to her. I refused to even think about the alternative.

“I’ve been turning everything over in my head, time and time again,” I said, turning to look out at the horizon, unable to meet her gaze. “I know that you have questions about how I was finally able to beat the others and survive– I do too, and unfortunately, I have no answers for you there.

“You need to know about my Aura Vision to understand what I can tell you.

“I have the ability to see magic, to actually visualize it. It’s not consistent enough for me to use it reliably enough as a skill, yet, but I can sometimes even see the strands of individual elements coming together to form a spell.”

“There are legends amongst the Romans of a Wielder who could do what you describe. I never thought they could be real.”

“They are– or well, the Gift is, at least. And I’d like for us to circle back to those legends you’ve mentioned, later.

“But like I was saying, I can see the elements that form a spell, and as they died, a passive spell lifted off all of them.”

“Mind control? Could they have been taken over, their mental defenses shattered?”

“I don’t think so. I think it was a cloaking spell of sorts.”

“Cloaking?”

“Yeah, something low-powered enough that the Power it took wouldn’t interfere with any electronics. I think the members of your squad had been replaced by Darks, perhaps a long time ago.”

“Do you realize what you are implying?” she asked, climbing to her feet and fixing me with a piercing göztepe escort glare. “A spell like that would somehow have to take even less Power than our Communicators, and remain enabled even as they slept.

“Even if we leave that aside, you are implying that there were Darks within our ranks. Working with higher officers. Are you saying Vince knew? Is his superior, Byrav, in on it, too? I know they can be assholes, but this is the sort of accusation that gets you killed, Chris.”

“I know it sounds impossible,” I murmured, finally turning my head to look up at her. “I know that it sounds like a huge conspiracy! But, it’s all I have for you right now. Believe me, I want to be able to answer all your questions; I just can’t!

“We still have no real idea of the sorts of resources or spells the Darks have access to. What if I am right? Isn’t this something the other commanders of the Academies need to know? What if there are more of them sitting within the actual Academies right now?!”

I hadn’t realized that I’d screamed the last part till I noticed Ryan and Dave standing by the mast, staring at us.

“I’m not saying that you are wrong, Chris,” Fiona sighed, looking away. “You may actually be on to something. These accusations are heavy, though, and we simply cannot bring them before anybody without irrefutable proof. As of right now, we actually do not even know what sort of welcome to expect in Rome. The last thing we can do is walk in, slinging accusations about spies and moles. Do you understand?”

I just nodded, turning to stare back at the horizon.

“I actually do hope you are right, Chris,” Fiona said, patting my shoulder. “As lethal as the other implications of your theory could turn out to be, at least it would mean that the people I thought were my family, did not actually try to kill me.”

She turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew that we were all exhausted, our emotions raw and hearts heavy with betrayal, and coming from someone in that state, everything I’d just said sounded like a madman grasping at straws.

Something in my gut told me that I was on to something, though; like I was picking at a thread that would undo the whole tapestry, revealing a much darker picture hiding away underneath. I just had no way to prove it.

*****

Dave’s estimate turned out to be rather precise, a fact that I found out as Ryan shook me out of the shallow nap I’d finally managed to fall under. It was still dark out, but I could make out the faint outline of some sort of landmass by the feeble light of the stars.

“We’re in the Ligurian sea,” Fiona clued us in, waving us over to where she was standing with Dave, just off the starboard side of the prow, “about twenty kilometers out from Portofino. A couple of hours’ rowing should have us where we need to be.”

“Rowing?” Ryan asked.

“Rowing,” Fiona affirmed, holding up an inflatable raft.

“If you’re going, now’s the time,” Dave chipped in. “The next ferry will be along shortly, and I want to be well out of range when they do.”

“You heard the man,” Fiona said, ripping the tag and tossing the raft into the water as it unfurled. “Let’s move out.”

Taking our turns to shake his hand and express our gratitude, Ryan and I jumped into the water and swam out to the raft, climbing on and assembling the paddles as Fiona finished saying her goodbyes. Once she had joined us, we started making our way towards the coast. Fiona and I did most of the rowing, our Wielder training having us in better physical shape overall, when compared to other people. Ryan filled in whenever either of us needed a break, and a little over what felt like three hours later, we could see where we were headed.

“Those are cliffs,” I quipped, as another surge coated the vertical rocks ahead of us in a glistening sheen.

“Thank you, Chris,” Fiona responded, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. “Just keep rowing straight.”

Sharing a shrug with Ryan, I did just that, though I’d be lying if I said that the sight of those imposing behemoths drawing closer didn’t cause my pace to be just a tad slower. I was waiting for Fiona to clue us into her plan, but even as we grew closer to the rocks, she stayed silent.

“Someone need a hand?” The last voice I ever thought I’d hear out there called, as a Seahorse with three people astride it rose from the depths, right in front of us.

“Vindex!” Fiona called, beaming widely, the relief plain in her voice. “I didn’t know if Dave’s message had reached you.”

“It did,” Mathias responded, pulling off his helm to reveal that he was the second rider astride the Seahorse, as seven more Seahorses rose up to form a ring around us. “And, I brought friends. In fact, Chris, there’s someone here who you’re probably even happier to see!”

Mathias pointed behind him, and the third rider pulled off her helm, leaving me face-to-face with çorlu escort Rayka.

“You’re here,” I breathed, the sudden relief after days of stress and worry robbing me of the little energy I had left. “You’re safe.”

“There will be time for reunions in a bit,” Mathias interjected, nodding to the others as they tightened the ring around us. “For now, let’s get you somewhere dry and warm. The two of you can Wield now, without worrying, but I think our friend here might soon be going into hypothermic shock.”

As I allowed my Power to flow through me, activating a dozen embedded spells that dried me off and brought my body temperature up to normal, I finally started feeling whole again. A quick infusion of Power also chased my fatigue away, helping me shake off the haze that’d settled around my brain. With a start, I realized that Ryan was in dire straits indeed.

Fiona and I worked quickly to whip up some atmospheric shields that kept him from getting wetter and helped warm him up, maintaining them continuously for the fifteen or so minutes that it took our posse to get close to a beach. The Romans following Mathias had set up a whole camp there, and a Healer who’d trained in Mundane medicine took over Ryan’s care as soon as we got off the raft.

“Hold up!” I called out, as Fiona and Mathias started walking towards what was clearly some sort of command tent. “Someone, please tell me exactly what’s going on!”

“I’ll fill you in,” Rayka offered, striding up to take my hand in hers. “This way.”

She led me to another tent and let down the flaps, enveloping me in a tight hug as soon as they were down.

“I was so worried!” she exclaimed, barely holding back a sob. “Mathias just came up to me out of the blue and said that I needed to go with him. I couldn’t even tell Vaishnavi anything. I don’t even know what she must think of me! And then they told me that you were being accused of murder, and Chris, I…

“Tell me it isn’t true! Tell me that you didn’t kill the rest of your squad! You couldn’t have, right? You’re not close to strong enough to–“

“I did,” I sighed, squeezing her tighter.

“What?!” she exclaimed, pulling away and looking up at me with shock and betrayal marring her expression.

“It wasn’t like I planned it,” I explained, turning away and pacing, unable to face her. “They attacked us and then everything just went crazy. I Wielded, Rayka, without Media! And there was something wrong with the others… I can’t explain any of it, though.”

“What do you mean, ‘Wielded without Media’? That’s just not possible, Chris. The Seals make that impossible!”

“It should also be impossible for someone who’s Unbound to Wield at all, yet here I am! Maybe something about me not having a Companion lets me circumvent the Seals.”

“How–“

“I don’t fucking know, Rayka!” I exploded, turning around to face her. “I don’t know anything. Ever since my parents died and I was thrown into this world, things have made less sense every single day! I don’t know how I can use magic! I don’t know what the fucking voice in my head is! I don’t know why I can do some of the things that I can! I just don’t know–“

“It’s okay,” she said, soothingly, embracing me again. “It’s okay, love. You don’t need to have all the answers. Maybe we can figure out what’s happening together.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, my shoulders sagging as the anger left my body. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. You’ve been through a lot in the past couple of days.”

“Not just days,” I sighed, pulling back to look her in the eye. “Maybe we should sit down. There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

After we made ourselves comfortable on the floor, I brought her up to speed on everything. How I was being blackmailed, how Vince had fixed things up during her fights, everything. The silence once I was done, was just deafening.

“I had no idea,” she whispered, after a few moments.

“I couldn’t let you know,” I apologized. “If I did–“

“I get it,” she responded, curtly. “I’m going to kill that Dark scum.”

“Let’s not hop into honey, now,” Fiona said, walking into the tent. “As angry as you may be, Vince is not someone we can just trifle with. We need to take down whoever is supporting him, too.”

“How much of that did you hear?” I asked her.

“Just the end there,” she responded, holding the flaps open and indicating that we should follow her out. “Vindex and I have a plan, if you’d like to join us.”

Rayka and I shared a glance of agreement, before getting up and following Fiona over to the command tent. We never did get to make it there, however.

“Stop!” a voice roared from somewhere behind us, freezing us in our tracks. “You’re under arrest!”

We turned around to see Vince, Byrav, Vaishnavi, Randal, and a host of Wielders gathered close to where the beach met the road. All of the Wielders ümraniye escort flanking them were armored up and had their weapons drawn; the four of them were the only ones with their helms off and weapons sheathed.

“You!” Rayka cried out, drawing her daggers and settling into a ready-stance, eyes fixed on Vince. “When I’m done with you–“

“Stand down, Rayka,” Vaishnavi commanded, stepping in front of Vince. “And don’t get me wrong, that’s an order.”

“You can’t actually believe what they’re saying!”

“My belief or disbelief is secondary. We have laws. It’s our duty to uphold them.”

“But–“

“Stop,” I whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’re clearly outnumbered. What are you hoping to achieve?”

“I–“

“There’s no need for any of that,” Mathias said, striding out of his tent. “This is not how I planned to do it, but Chris Michaelson and Centurion Fiona Nabão have received the Vindex’s Pardon.”

“Are you sure about this, Mathias?” Randal asked, his face devoid of any sort of expression.

“I am,” Mathias responded. “Do any here challenge my right to declare them innocent?”

“I do,” Byrav answered, stepping forward. “You may do with the bitch as you like, but Chris Michaelson falls out of your scope of authority. He will be tried through our legal processes, not yours. Unless, of course, he is seeking asylum or has irrefutable proof of his innocence.”

“I have all the proof I need,” Mathias declared, drawing his gladius and stepping forward. “My presence makes this sovereign soil of the Roman Academy. Chris is under my protection here. Challenging that would not end well for you.”

“You would do well to remember who you address, Matty,” Byrav sneered, as the Wielders with him drew their weapons at his signal. “You have no authority over me.”

“Let’s all calm down now,” Vaishnavi implored, turning around to face the other Wielders. “These are our allies. Attacking them will only harm our fight against the Darks. If Chris must stand trial, there are diplomatic channels which were created for situations like this.”

“They don’t answer to you, Agrayodhin,” Fiona said, gesturing at Byrav. “This is exactly what Chris brought to my attention, and why he must never go to trial. There is a sickness rotting away the core of the Indian Academy, and this little display shows us just how far up it goes.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Vaishnavi called over her shoulder, “but these are my soldiers. As your Agrayodhin, I command you to stand down. That includes you, Byrav.”

In response, Byrav just backhanded her, sending her flying across the road. Randal moved to respond, but Vince kicked him in the chest, launching him in the other direction.

I’d been watching the entire display with a growing sense of dread. While some of the aspects of the confrontation weren’t entirely clear to me, that blatant attack settled everything. Unbeknownst to Vince and Byrav, it also revealed something else.

“Did you see that?” the voice in my head asked, just as Vince attacked Randal.

“I did,” I answered, deferring my other questions for him for the moment. “It was like a shadow flickered over Byrav’s Aura.”

“You must act quickly,” the voice instructed me, a strange urgency underlying his words. “Draw on your Power, but restrict yourself to using Spirit. Think of a stream of blades washing over that group in front of you, and push that image into your magic.”

I did as he asked, but it was like I was trying to punch something underwater. I just couldn’t get a grip on my magic.

“Focus!” the voice exclaimed. “Clear your mind and think only of Spirit. Quickly, before they realize that you’re Wielding.”

I shut my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could, shutting out everything else around me. I could feel the muscles holding my lower jaw tightening as my focus narrowed, and just as I was about to get a cramp, the pushback abated.

My eyes snapped open, Aura Vision enabled, as I hurled my arms out at the group. Even though I knew the others couldn’t see anything, to me, it was like a million tiny, glowing knives were being hurled out of my palms and towards the Wielders in front of me. What surprised, though, was how Byrav raised his hands to cover his face, like he could see them too.

As the stream of knives swept across the group, it was like they fractured reality for a second, leaving an afterimage in their wake. As the afterimage faded away, Vince was the only Wielder left who I recognized. The others who were armored sported a few different designs, some of which actually looked medieval.

Every single one of their auras, though, was shrouded in a roiling darkness.

“Well,” the man who used to look like Byrav said, in a deep baritone, as he lowered his arms, “that was something I did not expect.”

“Nicolas?!” Vaishnavi exclaimed, jumping to her feet and drawing her sword. “How–“

“At arms!” Mathias bellowed, his helm flying onto his head. “Darks approach. Summon reinforcements!”

Fiona triggered a spell that sent a flare into the air, letting any watching Wielders know that we needed backup. I had no clue whether the Roman Academy would have patrols or watchers all the way out by the coast, but a series of answering flares lit up the sky, assuaging my worries.

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Captain Jack Hancock ran his finger off the back of the top card of his deck. He was dressed in a formal military uniform, complete with epaulets, tassels, and a multitude of medals. As always he felt a surge of pride looking down at his medals, he really needed to give himself another one sometime soon.

He sipped from a Martini glass filled with potent alcohol and was constantly touching the beautiful women on either side of him. One was a tanned Asian woman in a light brown sari, the other a redhead in oily overalls, neither could ever have been called flat-chested.

“You ain’t got nothing,” growled the Calamarian across from the table,.

A dozen different species of the half-aquatic Calamarians were packed into the crowded spaceport bar, like sardines in an overly on-the-nose metaphor.

The alien facing Jack directly across the table looked like a cross between a bodybuilder and a shark. It had huge muscular arms and a long face, packed with razor-sharp teeth.

“I’ve got this in the bag,” Jack retorted confidently, “But if you’re feeling lucky we could up the stakes.” He took a deep dramatic breath, “Let’s say the contract for the Claw’s latest job.”

A hush ran threw the room and suddenly every set of fishy eyes was on their table.

“But Boss,” a smaller Calamarian, with bug eyes and tentacles, hissed. “He’s already betting on credit.”

“Yeah,” the Shark Man nodded, “What are you offering as collateral.”

Jack threw a control wand down on the table, “How about the fastest ship this side of the forbidden zone?” he offered with a waggle of his eyes.

“Ha,” the bug-eyed Calamarian laughed, “He means that giant flying dong outside.”

The collective bar looked out of the Star Port window and Jack’s ship, the Penetrator, the tallest and most interestingly shaped ship in port. Build in the style of an old-fashioned rocket, it consisted of a long cylinder propelled by two circular thrusters at its base. The raised cockpit completed the phallic look perfectly.

“The Calamari Cartel has a dozen ships,” the Shark grinned showing off his multitude of teeth, “What would I need with that flying compensator?”

“Ah,” Jack said the insult pinging harmlessly off his ego. “Asha, stand up,” he ordered, his eyes not leaving his opponent.

The tanned woman pushed her seat back and stood up. Other than the brown Sari all she wore was a black slave collar. She was thin but with a huge, massively out-of-proportion, pair of natural breasts.

“Aasha here is a descendant of Old Earth’s India,” Jack said presenting her like a prize. “I don’t know if all Indians had breasts quite as impressive as hers, but I like to think they did. Aasha, show them the goods.”

“Yes Master,” the Indian woman said and slipped the Sari off of her shoulders, the entire garment slid down her body easily. Her breasts were ridiculously oversized, shaped like teardrops, and as big as watermelons. A neatly kept dark landing strip marked the path from her navel to her pussy lips.

“We found her in a stasis pod on a derelict pleasure cruiser,” Jack explained, “The sole survivor. She was raised from birth to be a sex slave, so she has skills that will blow your mind.”

“What about her?” the big Calamarian indicated the woman on Jack’s other side.

“Dream on you fish-faced fuck,” Kaley, the ship’s first engineer, replied gruffly. She wasn’t one to mince her words, was known to mince the occasional face.

Tall and muscular with a short bob of wild red hair she should have appeared masculine, but a pretty face and large round bust countered this nicely. While nothing compared to Aasha’s her breasts were large and impossibly spherical, constantly looking ready to explode from her low-cut overalls.

“I’m not a slave,” the Engineer continued in a matter-of-fact voice, “And I’m not up for sale.”

“Yeah, you can have her too,” Jack declared nonchalantly, “She sucks like a black hole, but has a temper, beware.”

“For fucks sake Captain,” Kaley hissed at him.

“Don’t worry,” Jack smiled at her, “I’ve got this in the bag. Now get your tits out and let the horrendous fish monsters see what he’s playing for.”

“You are a god damned pig,” she grumbled and unbuttoned the straps on her overalls. Her big breasts exploded out, they were large, pale, and crowned with small conical nipples.

The bug-eyed Calamarian moved round the table, groping each of the women in turn, his slimy tentacles wrapping around their breasts. Even Aasha, a trained professional, flinched at his slimy touch. Kaley endured him for a few seconds then picked him up easily in one hand and threw him across the room.

“Ha,” the Shark Faced Alian Laughed, “They will do nicely, and when we’re done with them we can make them into kebabs.”

“I’m sure that’s just slang for some horribly degraded sex act,” Jack assured Kaley when she glared at him.

“Let’s play,” Shark Face announced slamming a data crystal down on the table. “Your ship and the two whores against the meet location for Claws job.”

“Hey,” Kaley shouted, bursa escort offended at the word whore.

“Next card for the game then,” the Bug-Eyed alien wheezed limping back to his place at the center of the table.

He flipped over one card from the deck and placed it in the center of the table. Jack moved like lightning slamming his card down on top of the dealers.

“Snap,” he shouted, winning the game.

###

There was instant chaos in the bar. Calamarians shouted and jostled each other in shock at the result. In the confusion, no one noticed a small blonde figure move out of the shadows and take up position near the door.

“Fairs, fair,” Jack grinned snatching the data crystal off of the table. Kaley and Aasha quickly covered themselves up and followed Jack towards the door.

Kaley had to land a few well-placed, reducing several fish faces to mush, as they pressed through the crowd. They were nearly there when a small box around Jack’s belt sparked and fizzled, causing the holographic card on the table to vanish.

There was a moment of silence before every Calamarian in the room roared in fury and charged toward Jack and the girls. An explosion shook the room and they all froze staring at the previously unnoticed blonde holding a blunderbuss nearly as large as her.

“Back,” she shouted, “All of you, or I’ll paint the walls in canned tuna.”

Jen, the ship’s electrician and Kaley’s partner was small and petite, the polar opposite of her partner. She had short spiked blonde hair and wore a tight green tank top and khaki cargo pants.

The cannon’s kickback had knocked Jen from her feet, but the shot bought Kaley enough time to fight her way to her partner. She seized the huge gun and swung it around to fire an indiscriminate shot into the crowd.

“I’ll show you kebabs,” she roared. Jen pulled an elaborate remote from her belt and flicked a switch. The bar’s fire suppression system activated filling the room with thick flame retardant gas. The Calamari’s scattered in a panicked bedlam, laser blasts shot through the smoke, and countless smaller fights erupted in the confusion.

Hidden in the chaos Jack, Aasha, Kaley, and Jen slipped through the crowd and out into the spaceport.

“So where are we going boss,” Kaley asked as they rushed down a service corridor.

“Looks like Ganami Station,” Jake said, placing the data crystal into his wrist computer.

###

“Ganami Station,” Kraemer said, his thick arms folded over his barrel chest, “That can be done.” The first mate was a black male in his early fifties, but still strong as a bull, despite his years.

“Great,” Capitan Serena Harington, gave her first mate a smile. She was young for her post, barely out of her teens, with long blonde hair and an amazing figure. She was thin but had curves in all the right places, a thick ass, and an ample set of double-D breasts.

Her skin-tight uniform and been specifically designed to show off her firm young body. Several large holes had been strategically left out of the grey material to show off as much flesh as possible. It was what the crew liked, so it was what she wore.

“The ship is in full working order, fuelled up and ready to go,” Kraemer added, efficient as always. It wasn’t surprising he was leading in the merit table for the third week running. “That is if Haworth gets his finger out of his ass, the engines are still only operating at half capacity.”

Serena’s face fell, her engineer was a class-A pain in her ass, sometimes literally.

“I’ll deal with it,” she sighed and headed down towards engineering.

She had inherited her ship, the Clit Nine, from her father, the legendary Hammer Face Harrington. He’d been one of the galaxy’s most famous and successful smugglers. When he died he left his ship and crew to his only daughter.

The problem had been her only real qualification was the control wand coded to her DNA. The aging crew needed her to operate the ship, but they didn’t respect her. They left in dribs and drabs. Retiring or quitting with varying degrease of grace and goodwill.

It had looked like she’d lose them all. That was until she came up with the merit system. Basically, the crew member who earned the most merit points in a week would get to spend the night with her.

Sadly by the time she had the idea, she only had three crew members left. Now it was only her weekly attentions that kept them on the ship. Naturally, it was the ever-loyal and efficient Kraemer who got to have her most weeks, but old Toothless Pete and Haworth had to get their turns.

Toothless Pete, the navigator, was seventy-two, with one eye and a bionic leg. The thought of spending the night with him would have turned Serena’s stomach, but the old man was only interested in one thing. He was obsessed with eating pussy and would happily do it all night. He wasn’t bad at it either.

Haworth on the other hand did turn her stomach. She could stand his fat body, dreadful hygiene, and even his bad çanakkale escort breath. His cruel and humiliating tastes in the bedroom were the reason she couldn’t stand him.

It didn’t take long for her to start rigging the merit system against him. That led to the already surly engineer becoming damn right insubordinate. He would deliberately hold back on work refusing to do it unless his captain offered him extra, motivation.

When the door to engineering slid open, Haworth was waiting for her leaning on a steel guard rail. He wore a filthy T-shirt and worn blue slacks, the only thing that would stretch around his fat belly.

“Hey Cap,” he sneered, “What’s up?”

“You know why I’m here,” Selena shouted, “What is going on with the engines?”

“Yeah, I do know why you’re here,” the fat man agreed giving her a lecherous stare. “And so do you.”

“Just tell me what’s happening with the engines,” Selena demanded.

The fat man sucked in a breath between his teeth, “Well, it’s a big job see. It could take me a while. Of course, I might go a bit faster with the proper motivation,”

“Damn you,” Selena took a deep breath, she knew she wasn’t going to win. “What do you want?”

“How about my slut captain gets her tits out, kneels down, and opens her dirty little mouth for me,” Haworth loved nothing more than degrading his captain.

“God your a pig,” Selena pulled the hole in her uniform that showed off her cleavage wider. The material stretched and her breasts flopped out. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth, rolling her eyes at the Engineer.

She didn’t beg or argue, experience had taught her that only made him enjoy it more.

Despite her resolve, Selena leaned indistinctively back from the engineer as he dropped his slacks and took his chubby already erect penis in one hand. The other hand clasped tightly onto her head and pulled her onto his unwashed manhood.

He didn’t give her the chance to suck on him, he rammed it into her mouth as hard and deep as he could manage. Selena could only glug and gag as he took her head in both hands and slammed her face back and forward as hard and fast as he could.

Tears poured down Selena’s face, not just from the rough treatment, but the horrendous taste and smell from her Engineers sweaty crotch.

“Say it,” he ordered pulling her off of his meat for a second.

Selena knew exactly what he meant, “I’m your dirty little slut captain,” she droned in a sad monotone.

He pulled her back down fucking her face even harder. Long strings of drool erupted from the sides of her mouth, dripping down onto her tits.

“Your nothing but a worthless little cunt,” Haworth told her had he violated her mouth. “You’re a glorified started switch for this ship. I’m the one that keeps the can flying, and what are you?”

“A worthless slut,” she said in the same monotone. His little sessions with her were definitely getting worse Selena realized.

“On your back slut and squeeze those tits together,” Haworth grinned at Selena’s pained expression, he knew how much she hated this part.

The mesh metal floor dug into Selena’s back as she lay down and the breath went out of her when the fat engineer mounted her chest. She sandwiched her breasts around his cock anyway, keen to get the ordeal over with.

“Mouth too, bitch,” Haworth barked and Selena opened her mouth leaning her head up as far as she could, her tongue out. He grabbed her hair again and started fucking through her tits, pushing up into her mouth

“Stupid jumped up little cunt,” Haworth panted as he rode her breasts.

Selena could tell he was nearly done, he never did last long, especially when he was degrading her this badly.

“Right down your slut throat,” he declared inching forward, forcing his cock as deep into her throat as he could.

Selena started to struggle for the first time, panicking as both his weight and penis cut off her oxygen supply. It was only a few seconds before Haworth bucked uncontrollably firing his load directly down his captain’s throat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he breathed slowly sliding himself in and out of her mouth a few more times before releasing her head.

Selena slumped back flat coughing violently and gasping for air.

“Thanks, captain,” the fat man said brightly getting off the young woman, “That was a blast, we should do this again soon.” He whistled as he sauntered back to the rail he’d been leaning on and twisted a valve a few times. “There you go full power.”

“You fucking bastard,” Selena managed to wheeze, dragging herself unsteadily to her feet.

She staggered out of the engineering room, cringing at Haworth’s raucous laughter behind her. She had to do something about him, he was getting worse.

###

“Attention crew,” Jack announced entering the Penetrator’s briefing room.

No one moved. In fairness Aasha was always standing at attention, waiting to serve her master’s every need. Jen and Kaley lounged across two of the briefing rize escort rooms comfy seats with their feet on the table.

Jack’s first stop as always was the room’s mini bar. When his Martini glass was full to overflowing he stood at the head on the table. “Now crew as you know my daring plan worked and I selflessly and daringly retrieved a valuable contract.”

“Selflessly?” Kaley scoffed, “You gambled Me and Aasha on a game of snap, you pig.”

“I know,” Jack looked remorseful, “It pained me to take such a risk, but it was for the greater good.”

“Greater good my ass,” Kaley shook her head.

“First things first, before we start,” Jack scanned the three ladies, “Who’s the lucky lady today?”

Both Jen and Kaley returned him cold looks so he turned to Aasha, “You’re up my dear.”

Just like in the bar, Aasha flicked the shoulders of her Sari and it fell to the ground. She bent over the briefing room table in front of Jack putting her hands into two well-worn grooves.

Jack undid his belt and pressed in behind her. The slave girl let out a faint gasp as he pushed inside her and began fucking her from behind.

It was Jack’s heartfelt opinion that as the ship’s Captain, he should be allowed to fuck any one of his crew whenever he felt like it. His crew seemed to disagree. It wasn’t that they were prudish, both Kaley and Jen were from Orgasmus Seven a planet renowned for its sexual excess and polyamorous relationships.

The problem was they were generally busy keeping the ship running. Having their Captain constantly trying to put his dick inside them was just inconvenient. The daily briefings were the perfect solution. Jack would pick one of the girls and fuck them as he gave the briefing.

Everyone took their turn, even if they didn’t always give him the chest-scratching eye-rolling orgasms he felt he deserved. Other than Aasha of course, she was always willing to do whatever made him happy.

The Indian girl’s big breasts swung back and forth as the Captain’s hips slapped against her ass.

“Now why did we risk so much for this contract?” Jack asked. All he got were a couple of disinterested nods so he forged on. “Because this is a contract from the enigmatic Claw, a real big spender, who’s been throwing some real cash around lately.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jen yawned, “We know.”

“This job is a simple fetch and carry,” Jack increased his tempo, sending Aasha’s big boobs bouncing wildly.

“Oh yes master,” Aasha screamed, she knew how to put on a show.

“First come, first served, and the payout is one million credits,” Jack grinned widely at the girl’s shocked expressions.

“Holy fuck,” Jen gasped.

“Holly fuck,” Aasha echoed, her eyes closed pushing back onto Jack’s cock as he slowed.

“That’s amazing,” Kaley admitted, swinging her feet off the table.

“That’s amazing,” Aasha cried in agreement.

“Aasha darling,” Jack got her attention with a slap to the ass, “Can you keep it down. How about you suck my balls for a minute.”

“Yes master,” the slave managed to sound as excited as always at the prospect. She turned and squatted in front of the Capitan licking and sucking his balls, while gently massaging his cock.

“The details are a little fuzzy,” Jack admitted, “All we have is a time and location for the meet. No information on what the cargo is or where it’s going.”

“Hell for one million I’ll smuggle something into hell itself,” Jen rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“The only detail,” Jake said slowly, “It is an open contract, it’s been offered to more than one ship.”

“For fuck sake,” Kaley cursed.

“Don’t worry,” Jake gave her one of his winning smiles and took another sip of his Martini, “We have the fastest ship around, we’ll get the job for sure.”

The two girls nodded at that, seeming satisfied.

“Just one more thing,” Jake smiled at them, “Do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kaley shrugged, favoring him a little smile.

“You don’t look like you’ve forgiven me,” Jack gave them another cheeky smile then looked down at his cock. Aasha was still dutifully attending to his balls.

“Seriously,” Kaley laughed, she and Jen exchanged a look and rolled their eyes in unison.

“You are a nightmare,” Jen laughed but leaned in and pulled the top of Kaley’s overalls down.

Once more her big boobs erupted out. Jen gave each nipple a little kiss and suck before Kaley pulled her tank top up over her head. Jen’s ninny pert C cups seemed minuscule when compared to the other two women’s boobs.

After exchanging a long kiss both women climbed up onto the table and crawled on all fours towards their Captain. When they reached him they leaned down flat and started taking turns sucking his cock.

“We forgive you,” Kaley said kissing his tip a few times.

“Yeah, we forgive you,” Jen agreed when it was her turn to slip it in her mouth.

Jack was already close to cumming, so they only had a couple turns each before the girls felt the warning shudder. Aasha kept on tickling his balls with her tongue while Jen jerked him off, pointing his dick directly in Kaley’s face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jack panted as he came. Hot white cum sprayed out of him in long ropes, splattering across Kaley’s face. It ran down her cheek and dipped onto Aasha’s waiting tongue. When he was spent Jen leaned in a sucked the last few drops out of him.

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This one is more fantasy than SF.

* * * * * *

“Oh Mason! Dear, I’m so sorry! The deposition got continued for another day; I won’t be able to join you until tomorrow evening.”

“Don’t worry Sophie, I’m OK. I’ll just putter around in this big old castle, all by myself…”

“All by yourself? The brochure said that they had a full staff.”

“Well, there is an old guy who seems to do all the innkeeper work, but he said he never stays here overnight.”

“You would think there would be ample room in that huge castle.”

“Yeah, he said something about ‘not being able to gang ary’ after staying here.”

“That means he couldn’t walk correctly: did he have a limp?”

“Not really a limp, but he definitely had a strange gait. I’m glad that you can translate this brogue.”

“Yes, well, I’ll call you tomorrow when I find out what time I’ll be coming in. You can meet me at the train station in town.”

“Sounds good. Love you!”

“Love you too, dear. Good night.”

Well, this will be a much more ‘romantic getaway’ when she finally gets here. I put my cellphone (‘Oh yeah, that’s a mobile here’) on the nightstand, and picked up my book. After rereading the same paragraph for the third time, I realized I was just too tired from the long trip ‘across the pond’, and the interminable train ride, and put out the reading lamp. The room was still lit by the flickering glow from the fireplace, but I was asleep almost instantly.

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The surf crashed gently in the distance, while I lay on the lounge chair, half drowsing in the warm, humid tropical air. Sophie came to me, and wordlessly ran her hands down my chest. Her fingers trailed so lightly, so faintly that I could scarce feel them at all. My legs were uncomfortably warm, and I flicked the towel off. Sophie continued stroking, so very lightly, further and further downward, inspiring my cock to stir and swell. And swell. I felt as rigid as a fence post, as Sophie straddled me and impaled herself, thrusting herself vigorously up and down my cock, as I felt … the lightest, faintest sensation? What the …? I opened my eyes to find a beautiful, buxom woman bouncing up and down on my crotch. Well, not quite a woman, as I could see the fireplace and my castle bedroom through her. So, a ghost? I startled, and she looked down at me, her ghostly hands braced against my chest. Putting a finger to her lips, she shushed me, cocked an eyebrow, and continued her ride to orgasm.

Whereupon she vanished, leaving me with the fence post. My god, it was a fence post, and still unsatisfied by her ectoplasmic tickling. While I had been about 7″ long at my best, my erection was now at least an extra hand long, another 4″?!? Left in the lurch, I staggered off to the WC to get acquainted with my new dimensions, half expecting everything to be a particularly bad case of jet lag-induced hallucination.

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The next morning, I found that the caretaker had laid out breakfast for me in the sun room. His note said he was tending the grounds that morning, and would be back to the castle sometime mid-afternoon. I ate, verified, incredulously, for the third time that morning that my equipment was now extra-large, dressed, and cycled into the village on the castle’s complimentary bicycle. Really not much else to do in the castle itself.

After çeşme escort poking my way through a few gift and souvenir shops, I wandered into a pub, thinking of an early lunch and killing time until Sophie called.

“Aye, welcome!” the barmaid called out, “What can I pour ye?”

I asked if there was a local Scotch, and what it was like.

“Weel, Braddoch is the closest, but not really local. Have ye had much Scotch before?”

I admitted that I hadn’t.

“Try a taste o’ this then. Most o’ those who ha’n’t had much seem to like it. If you like that’n, I’ll give ye a full pour.” I sat down at the bar, and tasted the amber liquid before me. Honey and wildflowers. I nodded approval, and received a much larger pour.

“So, are ye staying nearby, or just passing through?” she inquired.

I replied that I was staying at the old castle, and just waiting for my fiancée to arrive.

The codger three bar stools over then piped in, “Ah, then ye’ll be safe from Bessie, then.”

“Bessie?”

“Aye, the castle has a wee ghostie. Only ‘bothers’ the single men though, not if you have company”, he replied. “She does make it worth your while, though”, he added with a wink.

I was then reminded of the fact that I do not have a poker face, as he cocked his head and asked “Oh, so you spent the night there by yourself?” I nodded.

“Weel, no need to be embarrassed by it. Most o’ the men in town have spent a night or three there, adding the odd centimeter to their wedding tackle. Meself included.” I guess that explained all the rulers for sale in the souvenir shops.

“More like four,” I muttered into my Scotch.

“Four centimeters, that’s–“

“Inches.”

“Four inches? She must have really liked ye, then. Only one who’s gotten more was old Angus, and he was there for two weeks straight.”

“Angus the caretaker?”

“Aye, that’s him. He and his wife used to keep the castle, and then she died suddenly. Angus went back to the castle after the funeral, and it was two weeks before he could find himself a place in town. Hasn’t walked straight since,” he added with a wink.

“Why did it take him two weeks?”

“Weel, we dinna know that much about Bessie back then. We in the village only heard dribs and drabs, and many were afeared that the ghost would follow Angus to wherever he slept. Finally, the widow McIntosh took him in; they’ve been fair happy ever since.”

My phone chimed, and I pulled it out. It was a text from Sophie: “Sorry! Depo running late. Will get a taxi and meet you at castle tonight. Don’t wait for me in town.”

“Bad news?”

“No, just more delay. Could I see your lunch menu? And I’ll have another one of these”, indicating my now empty glass.

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I spent the afternoon in the pub, talking with Malcolm (the codger), Lilly (the barmaid), and a few other patrons who wandered in and out. Developed quite an appreciation for the Scotch. Also got the impression that Lilly was discretely informing all the single women who came in about my story, including the apparently disappointing fact that I was engaged. As dusk fell, I decided to walk the bicycle, just a bit too unsteady to ride, back up the hill to the castle, waving off offers to drive me back from several women, young and old alike.

I başakşehir escort arrived at the castle after dark, and found that Angus had laid out a light supper for Sophie and me: sausage, cheese, hard boiled eggs, crusty bread, and a bottle of wine. His note said he had to leave early, and that there was also beer in the “ice box.”

My phone chimed again. Sophie texted: “Depo finally done. Will catch last train, will be in quite late. Don’t wait up, I’ll wake you ;-)”

I was heading out to the great room with a plate of cheese and sausage when I spied a bottle of Scotch, the same brand I’d been drinking all afternoon, on the counter. Poured myself a generous glass, and sat down in front of the huge fireplace with my plate, glass and book. And promptly fell asleep.

**********************************

Teasing lips tickled my ear, and soft fingers stroked my cheek, unbuttoned my shirt.

“Hi Sophie, I have a surprise for you…” I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down.

“Mmmmm” she whispered, stroking my swelling cock with the lightest of touches. It flopped back against my chest as it filled, standing to attention as it continued to harden. She slowly ran her mouth along it, up and down, gliding gently from base to tip and back, and I felt even harder than the night before. Then she was astride me, my telephone pole fitting perfectly, deep inside her as she moved up and down.

Between the Scotch, the jet lag, and being half asleep, I was more than a little foggy. But eventually it occurred to me that there was no way Sophie could straddle my new cock without a lot of lube and much forcing. In fact, it felt more like … Bessie again? My eyes snapped open, to find Bessie, head thrown back as she came. Remarkably, her pussy surrounding my cock was the only part of her I could really feel, and feel I did, coming just after her. She looked down on me, planted a kiss on my cheek that I could almost feel, and vanished, like smoke in a light breeze.

I was no longer at full mast, but there was no doubt that I was now, incredibly, even larger than I’d been that morning. I showered, donned a robe, and went back downstairs for my neglected sausage and cheese. Then I heard the front door open just as I sat down, and Sophie came in, wheeling her heavy suitcase behind her.

“Sophie, you’re finally here!”

“Oh, Mason, I’m so sorry. But glad I’m finally here with you.” Hugging me, she said “I thought I’d surprise you in bed” in a flirtatious tone. Her hand slipped inside my robe.

“I’m not sure you’d recognize me in bed now.” I replied, in the same tone. Then her fingers found their target.

“Oh! So, the ghost is real?”

Huh?

“Apparently. I saw her. Twice. Shall we… go upstairs?”

We did.

****************************

We stood in the flickering firelight in the upstairs bedroom, hugging feverishly, kissing hungrily, as if we could not possibly get close enough together. Then, she pulled my cock free of my robe, and her eyes bugged out.

“Oh my God! Mason! What happened?”

“Yeah, well, I met the ghost. Twice. Apparently, she really likes me…”

“Mason, you’re so … huge!” Pressed between us, the head of my cock reached her cheek. “I never thought … it’s so … I don’t know if I can …” küçükçekmece escort Anguish shone from her face, tears in her eyes.

Yep, this is what I was afraid of.

“Well, shall we give it a try?” Eyes wide, she nodded yes.

“We’ll have to figure out other positions at some point; for now, let’s trying lying side by side.” We finished disrobing, and both lay down on the bed. We spent quite a while kissing and fondling, and she paid much attention to my cock, finally pushing me onto my back and leaning over me to focus on it.

“Mase, it’s so thick I can’t even wrap my boobs around it!”

“That’s OK. Do you want to try…?”

“Yes. Just a second.” She grabbed a tube of lube from her purse, and applied half of the entire tube to the end of my cock. “We’ll have to start buying this by the liter.”

Fortunately, the owners had installed a truly huge bed in the castle; maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering. With both of us lying diagonally across the bed, I was able to scoot down until her crotch was in my face.

“I’ll scoot up, slowly, and you try to guide it in. Just let me know if you want me to slow down, or stop.”

“OK”

“Should I, … try something first?”

“Mase, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been in my life. Just start.”

Half an hour later, we conceded defeat.

“Mason, what are we going to do?”

“Maybe you can work up to it. We can get a series of ever-larger … vibrators? And eventually, you’ll be able to take it, at least part way.”

“You think so?”, she asked tearfully.

“Yeah, I’m sure of it. … You look like you’re sore, can I get you anything?”

“Hmmm, yes. Could I try some of that Scotch you were having?”

“I’ll be right back.”

I padded downstairs, naked, holding my unsatisfied mammoth erection upright to keep it from slamming into walls or windows, down the stairs, beginning to subside in the cool castle air. In the kitchen, as I turned around with the Scotch and two glasses, I met Bessie again. She was floating in the middle of the kitchen, facing me with a questioning look on her face.

I shrugged “Appears I’m too big for her now. It won’t fit.” Bessie’s expression turned sad. She looked down at the floor, and faded away.

I took the Scotch upstairs, and we both enjoyed a glass or two. Or three. We talked of anything except the problem we now faced. Then it occurred to me to ask Sophie if she’d had anything to eat. She hadn’t, so I went back to the kitchen to make her a plate of the cheese and sausage. I took a while to compose the plate, wanting it to be at least a little classy, which was not easy given what I had to work with. Shortly after I started slicing the hard sausage, I began to hear the wind outside, moaning through the bushes. It grew steadily louder, until it sounded almost like … a woman in the throes of passion? I grabbed the plate, and hurried up the stairs. At the top, I passed Bessie, heading the other direction with a … satisfied? expression on her ghostly countenance. She evaporated into vapor as she passed me.

I burst into the bedroom, calling out “Sophie, are you OK?”

“Oh, yes. Put the food down and come here. I’m hungry for something else.”

I don’t know exactly what Bessie did, and Sophie resolutely refuses to talk about the experience, but from that time on, Sophie was able to take all of me, the full 16″ or so, fitting like we were made for each other. In a sense, I guess that we were. And, she was even, ahem, augmented enough to titfuck me.

We collapsed a few hours later, from jet lag, exhaustion, and loss of fluids. Her last words as we drifted off towards sleep were “Tomorrow afternoon, we go into town and get some larger clothes…”

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