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This is the third chapter of my continuing story “The Fallen”. It is not a stand-alone tale, so I recommended the first two chapters be read first. Much is revealed in this part, and I only hope I’ve made this exposition-heavy chapter interesting enough to hold your attention. As always, thank you for your interest.

The usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in erotic scenes are over 18, even when not explicitly stated.

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THE FALLEN

CHAPTER 3: AWAKENING

I stand just inside the entrance of The Third Eye, a new-age magic shop. After the chaotic night I’ve had I’m hyper-alert and prepared to bolt at a moment’s notice.

Aw, hell…who I am kidding? I’m paranoid and freaked out too.

At the other end of the room, past all the trinkets, books, and bottled herbs, is an older gentleman in an English cut three piece suit of blue and gray. He has kind eyes and salt-and-pepper hair, with a slightly sad smile gracing the lips of his handsome but mature face.

Lounging atop the sales counter is the woman Danni and I ran into at the mall earlier today. Her black hair and heavy, goth makeup still match her all black outfit, and she leans back with one leg swinging idly over the counter’s edge.

“You,” I whisper.

“I did say I’d see you later, didn’t I?” she asks with that faraway look in her eyes.

“Emma,” I exhale the woman’s name.

“Yes? Am I still Emma Ravencrest? Ah, I believe I am, and this is Graves…though he’s not as scary as his name sounds. He’s actually quite the teddy bear.”

“Good evening, young lady,” the older man says with a bow, displaying old school manners. “Please be at peace. We mean you no harm, but you may want to step away from the door.”

“What? Why?” I say nervously, my limbs tensing as I prepare to flee.

“Subvolo foemina intrinsecus,” Graves mutters under his breath.

His hands move in a series of complex gestures, and his echoing whisper makes the hairs on my arm stand up. I hear the sound of a car door opening behind me.

“Ahh!” Danni squeaks in high-pitched surprise.

I spin to look and see the Outback’s rear door closest to me has opened. I see no one and nothing on that side. Either the unconscious Trina kicked it open, or…speaking of Trina, she suddenly rises into the air and floats on her back from the car toward The Third Eye.

“Erykah?” Danni calls out in trepidation as she spills from the other side of the car.

I step aside and try to accept the fact that Trina is hovering past me and into the shop, though it flies in the face of logic. It wouldn’t be the first thing to do so tonight. Danni walks in behind the levitating girl, and I’m guessing her look of “oh boy here we go again” mirrors my own.

My expression falls when I see Danni’s thoroughly bloodstained clothing, the splotchy red soaking her pants and shirt. She looks like a horror movie refugee. I note that no more blood seems to be dripping from Trina’s wounds.

Danni’s alert eyes scan the room before they come to rest on the odd couple at the other end. She seems strangely okay with Trina hovering through the room, barely paying it any mind as her eyes examine Emma and Graves.

“What do they want?” Danni asks me, eyeing the pair suspiciously.

Before I can answer, Emma says in a low tone, “Late to the party again, Danni? Tsk tsk…what is that on your dress?”

Danni inhales sharply and gets a look like someone just slapped her across the cheek. The goth woman’s words hold obvious meaning for the blond next to me, but I don’t get it…Danni isn’t even wearing a dress. Either way, it would seem Emma’s words have shocked Danni to silence.

With a scowl I ask Emma, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What’s over is done at this changing of seasons. Can’t you feel it crawling in your veins, this error in your genesis?” Emma responds as if speaking from a dream.

She’s pointing toward Trina.

I stare at our levitating, unmoving classmate at the center of the shop. Now that she’s in the light I can see the deathly, waxen pallor of her skin. I look back to Emma and Graves. Emma makes a small, sweeping gesture with one hand, and I hear the door behind us close sharply. The sound makes me jump.

Though I’m pretty sure I know the answer, I still ask, “Were you the ones who drove our car here?”

“Of course, my dear. That was I,” Graves informs me with a slight bow of his head.

Now the million dollar question.

“Why?” I ask.

Emma smiles and says, “Why Hansel and Gretel, the birds have eaten your breadcrumbs.”

The goth woman hops down from the counter, landing on her fuck-me boots with a loud “clack”. The noise makes me flinch involuntarily.

“And the old woman was about to shove you in her oven,” she adds. “Neverland has no words for the childless heart.”

Emma steps over to Trina’s floating form and walks a circle around her. As she does so she pulls a thin, karabük escort square case of silver from her back pocket, opening it up and producing what appears to be a hand rolled cigarette. She returns the case to her pocket and places the smoke between her lips. It’s tip sparkles and flares briefly with a tiny flame that seems to come from nowhere, and Emma inhales deeply.

She exhales a thick cloud of roiling smoke over Trina’s body. I’m pretty sure it’s not normal, but I can see tiny, twinkling flashes shimmering chaotically within the billowing haze.

“You said you didn’t smoke,” is all I can think to say to this improbable, mystical display.

“I don’t smoke…cigarettes,” Emma tells me before taking another drag.

Then the smell hits me, the pungent and unmistakable stench of marijuana. The woman leans close to Trina and turns her head to the side, as if listening for something.

“Emma?” Graves asks meaningfully.

She presses two fingers against Trina’s pale neck for several seconds.

“Hmm…the girl is dead,” she pronounces in an unemotional tone, as if she’s telling us ‘dinner is ready’ or ‘your shoelace is untied’.

“Oh no…Trina,” Danni gasps in disbelief, her hand rising slowly to cover her mouth.

I can’t believe it myself. This isn’t the first time someone I know has died, but I never thought it would happen again so soon. Trina was a dangerous, shape-changing supercunt, but still…what a horrible way to go. If only there was something I could do about it. Danni shouldn’t have to see this. She held Trina in her lap while the girl died. She’s drenched in the other girl’s blood. I can’t imagine how terrible this must be for her.

This is the sort of thing that can haunt a person for a very long time.

A thought occurs to me. I walk over to Trina’s floating corpse and hold out my shaky hands. Maybe, just maybe. I press my palms against the two holes in her leather jacket, her blood still warm and sticky. I try to summon the same feeling as when I brought Danni back from the dead, but…

I can’t bring her back. It doesn’t work. Dammit, why won’t it work?

As if she knows what I’m attempting, Emma tells me, “Anger worships her inside the darkened mazes of your mind. Forevermore flies away from one not ensconced within your heart’s hallowed halls of light.”

It’s a truly odd way of putting it, but I think Emma is trying to tell me I must love someone to bring them back. I step away from the dead girl with tears in my eyes, my mom’s face coming to the fore of my thoughts. If only…

“Your mother’s death is not your fault, child,” Graves says with a sad shake of his head. “Nor is the passing of this girl. Her own choices led to her demise, but you may yet save her.”

I didn’t like Trina much, but I don’t want to see her dead, either. I feel like I’m going to cry so I bite back the tears. Danni takes my hand in hers, and I look over. My love seems incredibly shaken and disturbed by Trina’s death as well, her eyes pasted to the levitating body.

What Graves just told me finally registers through the haze of my grief. He had said ‘you may yet save her’.

“What do I have to do?” I ask, determined to fix this.

“Only make a single choice,” the sad-looking gentlemen tells me cryptically.

“Graves?” Emma asks, her spaced-out eyes turning to look at the older man. “Are you sure?”

“What do you see from this?” Graves questions Emma, a hand motioning toward the floating dead girl.

I wouldn’t have guessed it possible, but Emma’s visage becomes even more spaced-out than before. Her mouth falls open, her eyes going wide as if she’s witnessing something terrible.

“War,” she whispers in a dread voice. “I see war…”

Emma comes back to her normal level of “space-cadet” and then nods, saying, “What’s done is done and must be done. Do it.”

“Wait. Do what?” I ask nervously.

Graves’ hands begin weaving intricate patterns in the air. He speaks those strange words once more, the ones that send a shiver of unease up my spine. Either I’m having the strangest nightmare ever, or Danni and I are standing in the presence of a wizard and a witch.

The older gentleman enunciates, “Educ quod feminas tribus!”

I turn to Emma and bark, “Hold up! What in the hell is he doing?”

The darkly goth woman ignores me, instead beginning a whispering chant that slices through the air like one hundred daggers of wind. Their combined voices sting my eyes and quiver my eardrums.

“Holy mother I beseech you open the path! Open the path open the path open the path…”

Graves points to Trina, his voice harsh and guttural, like the sound of an apex predator stalking it’s prey.

“Lightning-Claw.”

Emma intones, “The wolf that hunts!”

“Stop it!” Danni yells, the both of us feeling something build in the air.

Graves turns toward us and points to Danni. The next word osmaniye escort departs his lips as if he were blowing a leaf on the wind.

“Jophiel.”

Emma intones, “The messenger of light!”

Danni goes rigid, her body vibrating. Next Graves points directly at me, his speech like a dark shadow slipping through the cracks of reality.

“Cassandriel.”

Emma intones, “The angel of death!”

It feels like someone just rammed a cattle prod up my ass and another down my throat. Like Danni, I seize up and can feel my muscles twitching rapidly under some freakish and unknown force. That name…Cassandriel. I feel a disturbing duality when I hear it, one side of me insisting I’m Erykah Gray. Another part, dark and hidden, declares I am Cassandriel.

“Revertere in loco electionis ut Cassandriel!” Graves chants as his hands pick up their gesticulations.

“Bring them through unshackled before this elegy!” Emma’s voice rises in counterpoint to Graves’ own.

“Emma!” I manage to scream through my chattering teeth. “Stop this!”

I am terrified beyond words. It feels like I am being unmade, and my plea falls unheeded. Neither Emma nor Graves cease what they are doing.

“Ut revocet vitae ut Lightning-Claw sed nihil memoriae neque Jophiel namque memoriae!”

“Be calm.”

It’s that voice again, the same one who showed me how to heal myself.

“Correction. Ourselves…we have awakened.”

Cassandriel? Help me…

“Be calm. All is well.”

The voice is comfort, the hand of a parent holding that of a child as they walk down a dark and frightening alleyway at night. I’m not scared anymore, though Graves’ voice is reaching strident heights. There is a roar in my ears, like a freight train rolling thunderously through my mind.

Emma voice tears through the sound like the clarion ringing of a bell as she sings, “The skein of life ripped asunder remade! Ripper asunder ripped asunder ripped asunder remade…”

“Nunc accipere haec omnes tres quod tempus et loco autem mea arbitrio!” Graves chants, his hands clapping together at the finale with the deafening boom of one thousand lightning bolts.

The world is made of brittle glass that shatters and explodes.

* * * * * *

“Dammit,” I curse under my breath.

My crotch and short little fuzzy-wuzzy hairs down there are still damp with urine, and I forgot to bring something along so I could wipe. I really don’t want to just pull up my undies or use a finger…yuck. I start examining the bushes surrounding me, trying to remember what poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac look like.

They’ve got kind of furry-looking leaves, right?

I pause. Something is off. Way off. Then everything comes rushing back, a crashing avalanche of thoughts and memories that never took place, but they are as real as the ground beneath me.

“Oh fucking fuckitty fuck fuck!” is all my stunned mind can come up with to feed my mouth.

I look around, down, and to the obscured horizon with my jaw hanging open. The light from the dwindling sun has turned the twilight sky in that direction a gorgeous crimson.

Did I just jump back in time?

“I’m back in the forest at the lake!” I whisper in awe. “What…? Fucking what?”

Did I just have a psychotic break and imagine all of that? Though it wouldn’t surprise me, there is one easy way to find out. All I have to do is wait. What happens next should be…

I hear a noise. I quiet my breath, my ears straining. I’m greeted by silence. Did I only imagine it? I listen intently and hear more sounds, like footsteps approaching.

I knew that was going to happen! My eyes widen, my still-damp crotch forgotten as I whip my clothes back on and slip my bare foot into it’s boot. I’m in a calm sort of panic-mode as I work to get out of here before Trina and Nathan can come into view.

This is it. This is the point everything started going to hell.

Oh my god…this is the “single choice” Graves said I had to make…flee instead of hide!

My boot is still unlaced and my zipper down as I charge the opposite direction of the sounds, crashing through the underbrush. I almost lose my boot but somehow manage to keep it on my foot. I risk a look behind, but no one is following me.

I breathe a sigh of relief that I’d made it out in time. I’m pretty sure Trina didn’t see me.

“Well done.”

Cassandriel?

“Yes.”

What are you?

“We are us.”

Well thanks for clearing that up.

“No problem.”

We’ll have to work on your sense of sarcasm.

I make it back to the lake and the beach, but I pause before stepping fully from the cover of a tree. I finish doing up my jeans. I have to upend my loose boot to dump out twigs and other debris before I can lace it up.

“Jophiel is here?”

Danni? Yeah.

I walk across the beach to see Danni standing near my brother’s Outback in the parking marmaris escort area. She’s already changed out of her swimwear and into her street clothes, and she’s packing the remains of our belongings inside the car.

“Our love!”

There is such joy in this proclamation that I have to stop walking. I can’t see through all the tears of happiness streaming from my face. I wipe at them, feeling the same things I felt on that first night – the night I realized I love Danni more than life itself. The night I realized we’re soul mates. My heart feels like it might burst at the rush of emotions.

“Run to her!”

I can’t help it. It’s the only thing I can do. I dash across the sands and over the dirt lot.

“Oh, hi Erykah!” Danni waves happily when she sees me running toward her. “Everything okay?”

We embrace Jophiel…er, Danni fiercely.

“Heavens I missed you!” we blurt out.

“You were only gone a few minutes,” Danni giggles, hugging us back. “Erykah, you’re crying! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” I say with an overly loud and rapturous joy. “Nothing is wrong! Everything is right! We get a do-over!”

“What do you mean?” Danni asks.

“She doesn’t remember.”

Good. She doesn’t need to. Last night…uh wait…tonight? Yeah, tonight would have been horrible, but Emma and Graves sent me back to change that one choice that swung the future in a new direction.

“Ignore me,” I giggle, releasing Danni and stepping back. “I’m just being all emo.”

“Jophiel I love you!”

“Danni I love you.”

“I love you too Erykah,” Danni smiles, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod, putting my own hands on my hips in a mirror of Danni’s gesture. “I am absolutely awesome. Now let’s go home and get some dinner.”

“Okay, sounds great!” Danni nods eagerly.

* * * * * *

I’m driving away from Lake Sunkist, back down the mountainous dirt road. I look over at Danni and can’t help but notice she looks extremely exhausted. It’s just like that other time, the night that never happened yet I still remember.

“You look tired,” I voice my concern. “Why don’t you take a nap, sweetie. I’ll wake you when we get home, okay?”

“I wanted to chat, but I guess I could use a little sleep. Today took a lot out of me,” she says, a deep yawn punctuating her statement.

“It’s okay, have a nap,” I say, giving Danni a squeeze on the leg. “You’ll need the energy for later. Don’t forget you promised me some bone jumping!”

“Alright,” she nods with that flirty smile of hers as she shifts to get comfortable.

It doesn’t take but a minute before Danni is gently snoring in a way I find so cute. I knew she needed to sleep a little. I would love to chat, but I also need some quiet time with Cassandriel. I have a feeling we have a lot to discuss.

“We have questions. Ask them.”

Damn straight I have questions. First and foremost…what are you? And none of that cryptic “we are us” gibberish.

“We are an Eternal.”

Which is what? Explain please.

“We are a child of the All-Mother, the creator of everything.”

You mean God? Are you trying to say I’m an angel like Emma said? An “angel of death” from the Bible?

“Pfff. If it helps to think of us as a creature from that child’s storybook, then by all means go ahead and have such a narrow view.”

So I’m an angel. Huh…who’d have guessed?

“An Eternal.”

Okay, an Eternal. So this All-Mother is God?

“The All-Mother is the All-Mother. She was fertile with and gave birth to the universe in which we exist, and The Eternals were her first and most powerful children. We helped shape and mold her creation according to her design. We formed it according to her will.”

You keep saying “her” and “she”. God is a woman?

“Yes…and no. The All-Mother is neither male nor female, but this primitive mind we’re shackled with cannot understand the concept of what she is. The closest idea to her is that of ‘mother’.”

I suppose that explains me being able to raise the dead and throw grown men across the street. I’m an angel…er, an Eternal. Whoa, hold up. Does this mean I can sprout wings?

“Does such a thing excite us? How odd. Wings are simply a mode of locomotion, like our legs or this metal steed we ride within.”

It’s called a car, and what are you talking about? Having wings would be bad ass! Can I grow wings or not?

“Yes. We may grow wings of shadow, but it is not recommended we do so in sight of mortals. We have found they react badly to such things. Pitchforks and fire tend to be involved in the end results.”

Can I fly?

“Yes, but once again it is not recommended…”

Yeah, yeah…don’t freak out the natives. Noted. What other cool stuff can I do?

“We belong to the House of Reavers, so our main focus is life and death. Our original duties were to ferry the spiritual energies of living beings and inanimate objects to and fro. We are weak from long slumber, thus much of our power must be relearned. Our domain is limited at this time. Like all of our kind we may heal ourselves, but our House allows us to bring the souls of others into alignment and heal them as well. However, to raise the newly dead back to life we must truly love them, as when you brought Jophiel back.”

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CHAPTER TWO

-Kuno-

Kuno was born on the 75th floor of Karachi-7, a Oikopolis-tier Cloudpiercer of 3 million inhabitants, to two Kappa parents, Kai and Vashti 75-223. Kappas, or adepts, were unique within the Cloudpiercer population for living in monogamous couples and raising their children in families instead of sending them to the Crèche during the juvenile years. A Kappa actually has parental and familial ties to his children, and would be personally involved in their education growing up.

The vast majority (nine-tenths) of the people living in the building were Rhos, or regulars, people with no discernible skills who lived mainly to experience sensual pleasure and reproduce without limit. Every floor on the building would have the same number of people (in Karachi-7, thirty thousand), so the surplus population was sent away to populate new buildings in other places on Earth. Meanwhile, the Kappa population was kept static through a two-child policy, with extensive ‘state’ intervention for the purposes of eugenic manipulation, to ensure Kappas were suitably disposed for their cognitively-demanding occupations.

Kuno lived with his parents until the tender age of twelve, when he was sent to University on Floor Ten. The first nine floors were dedicated entirely to educating Rho’s, or Regulars from birth to eighteen, while the tenth floor was for Kappa education, which lasted eight years. During this time, he underwent constant performance evaluations and aptitude tests, the results of which were sent to the City-mind database. By Year Two, he was sorted into the Civil Electrical Engineering Phylum, in the Signal Processing Genus. His Genus, or class, consisted of 300 people, the Dunbar’s number for Kappas, and he knew everyone in it by name and face. Thanks to extensive calculations, there were exactly 150 men and 150 women in each Genus, and all would be paired with a partner upon the end of University in a dual-purpose graduation and mass marriage ceremony around twenty, the legal age of consent for Kappas.

The cold logic of the City-mind did not leave room for personal attraction and love when it arranged marriages between the Kappas. Yet love undoubtedly blossomed within the close confines of the Genus, where students ate the same food, breathed the same air, and shared the same hopes and dreams. Only the rare few had the privilege of marrying the person they loved. Most had to make do with loving the person they married.

Kuno was a late-bloomer like his fellow Kappas, so he spent his first four years primarily concerned with his studies. It helped that the sexes were kept strictly segregated, and were only together during periods of instruction. They were kept completely separate during showers, meals, physical education, and they retired to different quarters at the end of the day.

At sixteen, Kuno’s testosterone levels spiked up, leaving him almost incapable of pursuing his studies until he discovered masturbation. After relieving himself, he would have a few hours of sanity in which he could concentrate again. His thoughts always turned toward the most beautiful girls in his Genus, and eighty percent of his fantasies were about Yorda, a violet-eyed platinum blonde whom he only had a few, limited interactions with.

Her features adhered almost completely to the Golden Ratio, and her delicate head rested atop a set of narrow shoulders. Her eyes had a disturbing allure to them; she never seemed to be looking at a person, but instead seeing through them. Her gaze was cold and distant, and whenever guys from her cohort tried to speak with her, they became so desperate for her attention she would always cut the conversation short and depart. Kuno avoided approaching her for this reason; he could not bear the pain of her rejection.

In reality, Yorda was simply unused to male attention and didn’t know how to deal with it. Kappa girls blossom even later than the boys, and if they were attracted to the opposite sex, it was always in an idealistic and platonic way. They could ‘get their rocks off’ reading romantic teen literature, or following their favorite boy bands. To Yorda, it was frightening when a boy approached her, and she didn’t know how to let him down easy. She adopted a cold and uncaring persona, hoping this would cause them to stop chasing after her, but it led to more than one instance of having ‘bitch’ and ‘cunt’ screamed at her. Far from being insensitive and aloof to boys, she would hide in her room and break down crying. She spent many nights longing to be back with her family and friends.

Some time in the last few years before graduation, Kuno and a few mates decided to sneak out and spend a night with the Regulars, to let some of their evil out before returning to University. They had had enough of spending their weekends studying and being virgins, and they had found a floor (66) which was holding a three-day Carnivus at the same time. Kappas were allowed a little bit more privacy than Regulars, so they didn’t have fethiye escort to worry about their every movement being tracked, but the trip still took an enormous amount of planning.

Carnivus was a secular adaptation of historical festive seasons. In those times, events such as Carnival, Festelavn, or Mardi Gras, preceded a period of fasting and self-reflection like Lent. In all cultures, such exultant and revelry holidays were days when the normal social rules were suspended, and people could engage in abnormal or even taboo behavior. Such celebrations tend to lose significance in permissive societies which don’t place restrictions on people’s lives, so for Carnivus to have the significance it has for Regulars, a floor-city would suspend even its already lax rules governing social behavior.

Drugs like Buzz, Retarded (cuz that shit gets you retarded, son), Bhang, Soma, and Delirium were freely distributed to the thirty-thousand strong populace, and to visitors from other levels, which was capped at ten thousand. Kuno and his friends Quintus, Gyula and Pons had long ago paid four Regulars to borrow their identities at the Floor 66 Visitor Checkpoint. Quintus and Pons had met a black market organ craftsman who specializes in cloning perfect copies of a person’s fingerprints, making skin caps that could be worn on top of one’s real fingers for use on any scanner. For eye scans, they saw a different specialist who designed fake contact lenses that trick the laser into reading the desired retinal pattern. These specialists hired themselves out to the same black market connections that also brought the boys into contact with the four Regulars whose identities they would be assuming that night.

It cost a lot of credits, but Kappas didn’t spend their money that much anyway. And the four boys had paying apprentice jobs and relatively wealthy parents.

Getting onto Floor 66 already took some deception. Each of the boys would first visit their home floor to ostensibly visit home, then put on the fingerprints and contacts to go to Floor 66.

“Good luck,” wished each conspirator to the other.

Kuno stepped into one of the hundreds of smaller elevators for individual and small group use. He pressed his finger on the touchpad. The screen lit up blue and presented him with an on-screen number pad. He pressed 7, then 5. From Uni to home were 65 city-floors in between, each one tall enough to house a three-story building. Even with mag-lev technology and the fact that he paid for his ‘shuttle’ to make no other stops, the journey up would take six minutes.

Six minutes alone, to contemplate his decisions. Could he really go through with this?

Getting caught would fuck his record up with the equivalent of being dropped a whole quartile in his class. He was an extremely gifted student who would most likely move to the 98th floor after graduating. A higher level was linked to higher social status, and people in the nineties were practically gods to those lower down.

Caught, he would be downgraded to 73rd, not too terrible, but worse than where his parents were. They both worked so hard to climb up six floors after graduating to raise their children in a good environment. Was it all worth it just to bust a nut?

DING

The elevator doors opened to the seventy fifth floor. Even the magenta and gold color scheme of the signs and walls flooded Kuno’s brain with childhood memories. The Welcome! sign oozed with personality and charm, of hard-working, humble people who managed to achieve some small amount of success in life.

Tears threatened to well up in Kuno’s eyes as he still stood in the elevator, looking out into his old world. He bade his heart be still as he stepped out. He had a mission to do.

He briskly made his way through security, hoping his Red University bodysuit didn’t draw too much attention. Kappas were the only people who wore clothes, and at most, they made up ten percent of the population. The security guard Adepts gave him a respectful nod before letting him through.

Cleared, Kuno hurried to a public lavatory, trying not to get bogged down with nostalgia at the smell of street food wafting in the air, or at the lantern lights which cozily lit up the crowded streets. He rushed inside an empty dome-shaped stall, and pressed the button to shut the door.

He quickly removed his leotard, but not before removing a small pouch from one of its two pockets. The pouch, if full, was the size of a quail’s egg. In it were two contacts in a liquid-filled container, and six fingerprint caps.

Kuno pressed a button on his leotard, which shrank it to the size of the pouch. He took the contacts and print caps out, and put his leotard inside. He and his friends had practiced this many times. It was now time to apply the fake identity.

Putting on the contacts was a bit uncomfortable. He still had to hold his eye open with his other hand as he brought his finger to his pupil, alanya escort praying to God he wouldn’t drop it. With some pain and and one pink eye, both contacts were securely in place. The fingers were easier to do. On the inside of the caps were the labels LM, LI, LT, RT, RI, RM, for left middle, left index, left thumb, right thumb, etc. Once he slid them over his fingertips, all he had to do was wet them with water and a chemical reaction would bond them to his fingers.

Kuno looked closely at his fingertips. ‘Amazing,’ he thought. ‘You can’t tell they aren’t mine.’

The sight of his flaccid penis between his hands reminded Kuno that he didn’t have the leotard on anymore. Without pockets, the only place to keep his pouch was in his rectal cavity. Another part of the plan was not to eat anything the whole day. It was 5 PM, and he had to endure hours of having nothing but sugar-water and NutriMilk Lite to keep him tided over.

Without aplomb, he stuffed the pouch uncomfortably up his anus with his pinkie finger, not wanting to risk losing his precious print in his own ass. He looked at the mirror one last time and started breathing deeply.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

Kuno stepped out of the toilet dome a naked man. The air felt cold, especially on his exposed genitals. He had to override his instinct to cover them with his hands, as it would be a dead giveaway that he wasn’t a Regular. He scanned people’s faces to see their reaction to him, before realizing that only drew attention. Luckily, the pouch felt secure in his rectum.

After walking past about a dozen people, he was immediately stopped in his tracks by a petite, tanned blonde girl with pigtails. She eyed him up and down with a neutral expression on her face. He started sweating.

To his confused relief, her gaze lingered on his penis and she gave him a little smile before getting on her knees.

“Are you cold, little fella?” She asked his penis, tapping it lightly with her finger. His flaccid penis wasn’t an impressive sight, and it was unused to the slightly cooler air outside the bodysuit. His foreskin completely wrapped over the head. She gave it a kiss on the tip before pushing it back with her lips, exposing his head to completely new sensations of tongue and teeth.

“Ah, fuck!”

It felt so good it was almost painful. She fellated his small flaccid member for a while.

“The taste is so strong. Didn’t you shower today?”

He almost wanted to cry out to stop her, but none of the passers-by found this scene out of the ordinary. People only gave him a quick smile or knowing laugh if they even paid attention at all.

“These guys look cold too,” she giggled, tickling his tight scrotum with her fingernail. She fit his entire dick and balls into her mouth until his penis started to harden and grow, and his balls hung more loosely from his body.

He brought his hands onto her head, but couldn’t find it within himself to push her off. She just found it kinky and sucked him with more enthusiasm. He was rock hard now, and she got back on her feet and started stroking him.

“There. Now you’re all nice and big. I just didn’t want you to walk around embarrassing yourself, okay?” The friendly and helpful girl said before producing a pen-dildo from her vagina. She uncapped it and wrote her name and number on his abdomen.

“I like you. Hit me up,” she said before parting into the crowd. Kuno stood there dumbfounded in the street before someone bumped into him.

He renewed his stride towards the elevator, trying to suppress these new feelings so he wouldn’t blow his cover.

He left the confines of the city as a Regular. An erect or semi-erect penis was typical for a man just walking about, and he saw there were many men like him standing around for the elevator. There were about two hundred people standing in the “down” lobby (there were separate stations for people going up or down due to volume), idly chatting in front of dozens of massive steel doors. These Titanic-class elevators could accommodate about a hundred passengers each. There were even bigger ones for commerce and the transport of bulk materials, but these were inaccessible to most residents. A hundred people was about the right compromise in size for inter-floor travel for Regulars. Kappas had smaller ones since they didn’t move around as much.

Kuno stood in a triple-file in the middle column, completely surrounded by people of all shapes and sizes, different ages. He tried not to flinch at the moments of accidental, intimate contact. Guys and girls would kiss or more just upon seeing each other, and male friends would lock in tight hugs, without care that their dicks were touching.

Finally, two pairs of massive steel doors opened simultaneously. The doors on the left were to let people off of the elevator, and the doors in front of him to let people on. There were about two dozen people already on. He and eight other people manavgat escort stepped onto the spacious craft, everyone pressing one of the hundred buttons arranged in a 10 by 10 grid. Kuno turned to see the 66 button already lit up. Perhaps some of these people are also here for Carnivus?

Unlike the smaller, personal elevator Kuno used to get up here, high-traffic elevators didn’t have time to screen everyone that went aboard, or to let them enter their numbers on a touchpad.

This at once made Kuno more relieved and more nervous: He wouldn’t get a chance to test his new prints on the system. His mind started racing again in circles before he shut down these recursive and self-doubting thoughts.

To his confusion, there was more than enough room for everyone to have lots of space between themselves, but everyone he got on the elevator actually got closer together, crowding the back of the elevator in anticipation of future arrivals on the lower floors. He didn’t want to stand out, and so he let himself be crushed by the masses. At five foot ten, he was a bit taller than the average Rho, but it wasn’t too extreme to mark him as an obvious Kappa.

‘Goddamnit,’ he thought to himself as he felt a guy’s spongy dick press against his leg. The awkward sensation was balanced out a little bit when his semi-stiff wad nestled its way into the soft, voluptuous buttcheeks of the brunette girl in front of him. She had a black-and-white checker pattern painted on her body, an obvious reveler.

The mass of people stood largely in place as the elevator descended, only shifting a little left and right to alternate the weight on their feet. The elevator and its cables were well-built, so the ride was completely still.

Which is why Kuno felt it when the girl subtly shifted her buttocks back and forth on his penis, making his blood rush downstairs, filling up his meat sock. The heat of her undercarriage was radiating onto the top of his shaft, and he could feel his foreskin slowly peeling back from his tip, which looked like a half-exposed piece of purple-pink lipstick between her slightly parted butt cheeks.

The checker-pattern of her body paint stopped at a small triangle of peachy skin around her light brown asshole. Whether she didn’t paint that area, or she had but it got rubbed off, he couldn’t tell and didn’t care. Kuno’s mind was consumed with just how filthy it was that the tip of his penis was this close to another woman’s anus.

His penis started getting harder and harder, decreasing the angle it made with his stomach. Stiff and pointing straight up, it was no longer in contact with the woman in front of him.

That is, until she stepped backwards, very intentionally, to close the gap. Now his boner was surrounded on three sides by her ass and his own pubes. The black-and-white girl with brown hair had not once looked back to see who she was grinding on, but she could feel his thickness with her ass, and she liked it. She arched her hips up, bringing some of her wet vulva into contact with his balls. Kuno could make out a faint, fishy smell.

Kuno didn’t dare interrupt her, nor press the issue forward. But the sensation was starting to feel so good he was starting to lose his sense of balance. He briefly put his hands out to hold onto her for support, which she then grabbed and planted on her breasts. Her head finally turned around, sweeping four people with her long brown hair. She looked up at Kuno’s blushing face, drawing his eyes down to hers.

To Kuno, this nameless, silent girl conveyed everything she needed to say with her facial expression. Her flirtatious hazel eyes turned almost brown as the pupils expanded to double their usual size. Her pointed, elfin face had an intense grin at the mouth. She pulled his hand up to her chin and tilted her head forward.

Pursing her lips, she silently drooled frothy, viscous saliva into his cupped palm. She carefully lowered his hand down to his dick and tilted it so that it all flowed over the top half of it. She used her own hand to help spread it around, making soft, slicking noises as she lubricated him.

She then dried both their hands on her stomach and turned back around to face the elevator door as it opened. It was just the 73rd floor. Another dozen people got in while three got off, adding more heat and bodies to the mass. More buttons were pressed. The doors sealed shut again.

The guy behind Kuno left, which created a vacuum that pushed Kuno to the back of the elevator. The brunette followed in lockstep, making sure to be directly in front of him. His skinny, bare ass felt the heat of the last person there, which skeeved him out a bit.

The girl made up for it by pressing her body against him once more. She had to get on her tiptoes so that she could angle the tip of his penis against her ass.

Kuno’s eyes widened in disbelief. She pushed her sphincter against his spongy tip, trying to relax herself enough that he could make headway. He felt every spasm and contraction of her anal ring on his sensitive, exposed tip. She backed off, spitting some more into her hand and re-lubricating him.

Everyone around the pair knew what was going on, but no one batted an eye. There were a couple of drunk girls making out, and another couple doing it in the front hole. They all made sure not to be too loud.

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The Fountain of Salmacis

Salmacis didn’t Listen to the taunts of her Naiad sisters to enjoy the Pursuits of Artemis: to take up the bow, to chase in The Hunt through the forests – fleet of foot, leaping over the fallen branches, stopping to take aim with controlled breath, falling prey with a toss of the javelin.Artemis had, in fact, until recently not even been aware of the Nymph until hearing the talk of the sisters and hearing the name “…Salmacis in her Fountain…”

The Virgin Goddess lowered her bow from her keen eye as the lucky stag hopped into the safe cover of foliage. “Now that you’ve all distracted me, please do tell who is this Salmacis?”

The doe-eyed, soft skinned sisters looked at the benefactress silently- each not wanting to be the first to speak. “You!” She said, pointing at one with the tip of her bow. The selected one-one who spoke most viciously of Salmacis said: “One of our sisters, Goddess of Goodness, who has not made herself known to our games but lazily rests in her Spring and cares only for matters of beauty, constantly combing her dark mane of hair and always gazing at her reflection in it’s calm waters.”

Artemis stood tall and strong bodied in her vest made of deer pelt- curves of her firm breast streaking out from the openings and her leather leggings with the crotch cut away exposing the dark patch between her legs and the opening widening around the rump exposing her firmed ass that trembled as she chased game or her sisters through the forest; she’d made her acolytes copy her dress as an act of devotion. “Ageless sisters with age-old hearts, I have tried to show you the way, to keep you to the path of the Virgin Goddess, the love of the sport, the hunt- the pursuits reserved for men. The purity that keeps you uncorrupted that men will try to take from you. This poor sister has lost her way and will be prey like the doe for any stag who catches her in her spring; I must off to her and save this poor girl.”

And with that the Goddess was off on the winds leaving the sisters to their own pursuits of pleasure. They retreated to the secret places, some in pairs some in groups whatever their whims and fancies provided. They’d spied on their wayward sister and saw the care she took of herself and they had their own simple rituals- they braided each other hair, laughed and giggled which more suited their appearance and belied their agelessness. Imparted from the Goddess was their repulsion with men: their rough skin, their hirsute bodies like beasts, but they delighted in each others softness, their trim bellies, forever budding breasts. Some left their attire on- delighting in the feel of second skin, laying over another inverted;

mouth finding every delicious aperture between the sheaths of leather, tongue darting in and out- gently, slickly sliding in when finding dry resistance; vest of their lover soft on their belly as they returned the delights, fingertips clutching at seams of leather with perfectly manicured nails. Others were happy to shed their votive wear: they’d start with each other lips, feeding hungrily moving on to soft necks trails of teeth marks leading to nipples sucked on karabük escort gently, languorously. They’d explore the newly exposed parts of their bodies- marveling at their Dimples of Venus and wondered if their matriarch had such things and how her firm body felt and tasted and wondered if she’d ever tasted such sapphic delights. Surely this doesn’t impune upon virginity they thought. Their hands crawling down to the coarse tufts of hair, fingers slipping into the clefts quickly wet with arousal. Finding the nut still hidden in the shell and pressing, prying it, drawing out deep breaths; the geography of the body rising and falling in expectation. Creeping around to full, firm buttocks and the mouth forever following the hands- lips kissing, sucking, tongues licking first then gently slipping in; head tossed back in ecstasy. So was their play when the Goddess was away…

Salmacis was content with lounging in her Sun-dappled spring, hanging her gauze dress in the nearby branches stirred by the gentle breath of the wind. With just the voice of the whispering leaves and the beautiful faces of nearby flowers watching her for her company.

“Why should I care about my sisters and their adventures in the forests with The Goddess- I much prefer washing and combing out my hair and laying it out on the greensward to dry. Softening and scenting my limbs with the aroma of flowers, painting my lips with the luscious blood of berries- yes I much prefer the pursuits of beauty, creating a crown of flowers for my head and consulting my waters which color best suits my soft complexion. Chloris has blessed us with such sweet gifts all the colours of Iris’ gorgeous rainbow dress within reach of my fingers: flowers coloured by the spray of spilled blood, sprouting from the tears of Love’s first loss. My eager fingers pluck the firm young cone from the nearby trees but stay away from the suspicious almond. Always watchful of what fruit I gather”

Many travelers passed by her spring but she was frightened by their ill-intentioned eyes and deceitful depths of their souls so she retreated while they offered a prayer to the Goddess of the spring slaked their thirst on her cools waters drawing reluctant moans from her lips: one hand shamefully covering her mouth the other her gushing sex, before going on their way, she’d dream of a lover she’d fall in love with her equal in beauty and taste each others sweet secrets and explore the hidden places on their bodies only lovers know. Her hand would creep down from her blossoming nipples, fingers berry stained, to the patch of hair between her legs staining the hair red. Her eyes close, toes go taut and she exhales releasing the pent up passion.

“Oh when will I find love- I have so much passion for one to contain- I am a cup that overflows”

On the day the Goddess came to visit her wayward daughter she found the waters calm and empty- the nymph had taken her dress form where it hung on the branches covered her fair body and went out to collect flowers. A youth on his way to nearby Halicarnassus, stopped at the cool waters. The Goddess recognized him as osmaniye escort the progeny of the conceited Sister who cheated her from the Golden Apple offered in the contest of Paris; the progeny sired by the seed of their brother who finished as quickly as his reputation would suggest, so quickly that the torrent of his seed left a pearly sticky spot on her pristine thigh, a sigh of disappointment on her lips and months later her belly swollen. Kneeling over her waters, his reflection just had the first trimmings of manhood sprouting from the chin; the Nymph emerged from the forest, flowers cradled in the makeshift crib of her dress pulled up exposing her thighs. His lips drank her waters, she felt the waters gush from her thighs; she dropped the hem of her dress, the decapitated flowers tumbled to her bare feet and she gasped- he heard and turned around.

She was breathless. He smiled and immediately recognized her as one of divine origin and she him.

“Pardon me, Fair Nymph.” His speech further drew her breath from her. “I saw this beautiful spring and quenched my thirst on it, you must be the Divinity who calls it home, you are as shining as it is.” He was oblivious to the hunger and desperation that shone in the deep, dark pools of her eyes.

“It is I who am in the presence of divinity or if not and mortal you are, how blessed is your family, but blessed most of all is your wife who shares your bed- how lonely she must be right now!”

“No, Maiden, I leave no wife behind in my travels for I go among rough men to learn their ways.”

The fire in her thighs flared and surged through her body, she could contain herself no longer; she rushed over to him. “Since there be none, let me be so!

Unburden your loneliness and keep your bed and hearth warm!” She threw her arms around him and brought her lips close to his, futilely as he held her at bay. She struggled to free herself.

“I’m sorry to have intruded upon your sacred waters; let me leave you to your spring and your leisurely hours.”

He released her from her struggle and she reared back, eyes flashing, cheeks red with heat. “Enough, it is not my spring, I yield it to you, the stronger bodied and willed.” She stormed off with a quick glance backward before disappearing behind the undergrowth, seeking shelter of a strong bodied oak tree.

His heart raced, his body having grown hot with the struggle of love. Now he sought to cool off in the waters; he removed his travelers tunic and found he’d responded to the Nymph’s advances- his manhood was thick and hard, holding steady as he waded into the welcoming waters. Her eyes widened at the sight as she crouched, her soft hand pressing against the rough skin of the tree, she leaned forward slightly revealing her concealment as her waters doused his body, splashed on his fair cheek and matted the tangle of bush from where sprouted a the strong stalk. His body trim and toned from many travels, the fire flared up again and she flew from her hiding spot, threw off her dress, her feet trampling her forgotten flowers; her body shook with excitement, breasts high, marmaris escort as fleet of foot as her sisters bearing down on game as she rushed into the waters that in keeping with her passion roiled up around them helping to contain him.

“In the forest you are the Oak, I am the fig, you have quenched your thirst on my waters, now fill your hunger with my fig!” Finally she kissed him and was in ecstasy. “fight as you might, by tomorrow we shall be united as one and oh, what a heaven it will be!” As she called out to the heavens: “Oh Gods on high, whoever hears my pleas, I beg you unite us as one!” She pressed close to him, her thighs finding his- the cool of her waters couldn’t quench her fire.

Artemis watching from on high, clad in her vest and leather leggings, heard the cries and her jealousy over her Divine sister and contempt for this girl raged through her. The surging waters of the nymph pulled him from his feet and she followed, both disappearing below the surface. Salmacis moaned as she felt him slip into her, pain and pleasure in one surging though her body before going limp; He groaned as he slipped into her a jolt through his body. Her lips found his, they felt themselves melt into each other: two becoming one in a rebirth of ecstasy.

The Goddess snickered as the waters calmed before he popped up gasping- free from her- wiping the water from his eyes to see where she’d attack from next. He jerked around looking in every direction; his manhood bobbed- a compass needle indicating the direction of his attention- still hard after having pried into her tight maidenhead. But she was nowhere to be seen. Artemis feeling the sweet satisfaction of revenge and her wrath enacted departed on the wind as she had come.

Confused, he stepped from the spring and went to don his tunic- he stopped in disbelief! He felt the blood drain from his loins falling flaccid and useless: sprouting from his once firm chest were two budding breasts, he quickly looked between his leg and his manhood still hung there limply. He looked at his reflection and her recognized himself though slightly distorted: his long eyelashes fluttered in disbelief sending droplets of water back to their source, his eyes narrower, his nose smaller, his lips sensuous and full. In short, his features more delicate- femininely delicate. He began to cry, heaving and sobbing with the sorrow of a woman laying on the sward that bordered the pool until he could cry no more accepting his fate. Had some passerby ventured past and saw his figure supine, the slim hips, the delicate curve of buttocks, they’d have thought it was indeed a woman who wept.

Donning his tunic he looked down between his legs- “At least you’re still there, though if you weren’t at least I would look the whole of one sex rather than the halves of two! I will never know the touch of a woman nor enjoy the ribald company of men- I am forever and irrevocably alone.” Some errant sobs escaped his lips and his sorrow arose anew and now he called out to the skies: “Mother! Father! Both of you whose name I bear like a burden, curse this spring and let any men who bath in it emerge half man and half woman as I have!”

He fell to his knees exhausted and purged of the suffering and sorrow that weighed on him and he knew his invocation had been answered. As he left the spring, he looked back one last time and felt the sadness one feels when leaving a home they know they will never see again and he knew he was of two people- one sealed in a silent prison.

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Chapter Nine

“… vincit omnia veritas.” Ellerie had to pause to catch her breath after finishing the recitation. The lore spell was the longest spell she’d ever attempted to cast. She’d memorized it during the journey to Aencyr, but learning a spell involved more than just saying the words. The wizard had to understand how each word fit with the others, manipulating arcane magic in a precise and controlled manner.

And this time it worked. She felt it take hold in her mind, alongside the new shaping spells and all the other spells she’d learned in her life.

Now to see if it worked. The little table in her room held the few remaining objects they still had no information about. Hildra had recognized the enchantment on one of the rings–it could cast a barrier shield spell similar to Corec’s. She’d also been able to activate the lamp, which turned out to provide enough warmth to heat a large house. Another item, a stiletto, was enchanted to pierce through armor as if it wasn’t there.

That left the golden circlet, the spectacles, the silver cuff bracelets, and two other rings. Ellerie’s hand hovered over them as she tried to decide, finally settling on one of the rings–platinum, with tiny chips of sapphires inset into the surface.

She reached for it, then paused, glancing at the spellmail draped over the back of the lone chair in the room. She’d promised Boktar she’d try it out the next time she cast a spell, and now was as good a time as any. Quickly shedding her outer tunic, she slipped the mail on over her undershirt, then put her tunic back on. The spellmail was no thicker than the fabric of the tunic, and didn’t feel any different than wearing an extra layer of clothing.

Ellerie’s sword belt hung from a hook near the door. She drew her rapier and attempted a series of practice exercises, keeping them simple since her room at the inn didn’t offer much space to maneuver. She ended with a lunge, her sword arm extended out, the tip of the blade aimed at the approximate height of where a human assailant’s heart would be.

It seemed Hildra had been right–the light mail shirt didn’t constrict her movement. But would it truly allow her to cast spells?

Ellerie grabbed the ring and cupped it in her palm. Taking a deep breath, she whispered the words to the lore spell.

Just as she finished, a half-forgotten memory flashed through her mind. She was sitting in a small boat on a lake. She placed the ring on her finger and then… and then what? The memory vanished, and Ellerie blinked. When had that taken place? For the memory to be that hazy, she had to have been very young, perhaps only twenty or thirty, and yet her hand had been full grown. And how could she remember the ring from her childhood when it had been locked away in Tir Yadar until a few months earlier?

Another memory came to mind, this one more clear. She was swimming underwater–warm, crystal-clear blue water. It was an ocean, but unlike anything off the coast of Terevas. She swam through the middle of a school of brightly colored blue and orange fish. They scattered, then reformed behind her. She dove deeper until she could see a copper coin resting on the sandy surface below. As she retrieved the coin, the ring glinted on her finger. The memory faded.

The second memory was more disturbing than the first. Ellerie wasn’t that talented of a swimmer, and she’d never in her life swam in any ocean, much less one like that looked like that. Then, realization dawned. The memories had to be part of the lore spell.

Were they the thoughts of those who’d worn the ring in the past? Something like the visions Shavala had described seeing when she’d first held the staff? The hands and arms had looked like Ellerie’s own, but that could have simply been a remnant of how the lore spell handled the memories.

If it was a memory, had the bearer been seaborn? In the memory, Ellerie had been underwater for minutes without surfacing for air. But didn’t seaborn actually breathe underwater? She hadn’t taken a single breath while she’d been submerged.

Before she had time to fully process what she’d seen, a third memory came, hazy and indistinct like the first. She was underwater again, but this time, it was cold and murky. She was directing the movements of a stone statue in roughly the shape of a man, similar to the statue they’d found within the ruins. The tunneling golem–as Ariadne referred to the creatures–stepped up to a submerged boulder and swiped its hands through the rock, as if it was insubstantial. It came away with a smaller mass of stone in its hands, which it formed into a rough oblong shape as it plodded toward a huge dark shadow in the distance.

It took Ellerie a while to recall what she’d been doing that day, but finally it came to her. She was building a breakwater. With the golem’s help, she’d moved rocks and outcroppings away from the harbor entrance, then used the leftover stone to construct a wall intended to stop heavy waves from washing into batman escort port.

It was a tantalizing glimpse into events of the past, but that brief vision was all she was given. There was no memory of her life before or after that moment. Once again, though, she had remained below water without breathing. It could only be the ring. If the lore spell was giving her the memories that were most closely connected to the target of the spell, then the ring must allow the bearer to remain underwater without breathing. Ellerie wanted to test it out before telling anyone, though. She didn’t want to announce she’d figured out the secret only to learn she’d simply been seeing seaborn memories after all.

Then there was a fourth memory. She was in her room at the inn in Aencyr, collapsing in a wave of dizziness. She realized it wasn’t a memory just as she hit the floor.

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Leena flipped through the pages in a book of adventure stories she’d borrowed from her cousin the last time she’d visited home. There wasn’t much else for her to do in Aencyr. She hadn’t needed to Travel for supplies since the group had left the barrens, and there was no need for her to cook when they were staying at an inn.

She considered returning home for a longer visit, but sometime within the next few days, Marco would want her to Travel to Tyrsall with a summary of the expedition’s findings. He’d asked her to help him keep the investors informed about the terms of the agreement he was negotiating with Ellerie.

After that, presumably, the group would get back on the road, returning to Nysa to find a ship headed back to Tyrsall.

Did Leena really need to stay for that leg of the journey? Once the negotiations were complete, they wouldn’t need her to Travel anymore, and it wasn’t as if they couldn’t afford to hire a better trail cook than her.

She’d agreed to accompany Corec and his friends to the free lands, but that was still months away. It would be nice to spend that time at home, but Corec was right–any extended stay would put her family in danger. Still, if she wanted to avoid the slow, tedious ride back to Nysa, she could Travel anywhere else in the world instead. She just had to decide where to go. Maybe Rohav would have a suggestion.

Next door, the sound of Ellerie’s faint muttering had finally come to an end. The elven woman had been practicing a spell all day, and the thin walls didn’t block much sound.

The noise should have been annoying, but in a way it was comforting. Other than Razai, Ellerie was really the only person on the expedition that Leena could truly say she’d become friends with. It wasn’t that the others were unfriendly, but there simply hadn’t been any connection with them. It had taken her a while to realize why. After learning of her parents’ deaths, she’d tried to avoid getting to know anyone new. She’d refrained from discussing her personal life, limiting topics of conversation to just those necessary to do her job. Razai had gotten around Leena’s reticence by sharing a room with her much of the time, and by asking blunt questions that demanded answers. As for Ellerie, Leena still wasn’t entirely sure how that friendship had come about.

Her initial anger at the other woman had faded, leaving her more confused than anything. Ellerie seemed truly hurt by Leena’s continued reluctance to talk, but Leena still couldn’t figure out why the woman had bothered leading her on in the first place.

A quiet thump came from Ellerie’s room, and then a louder crash, as if something heavy had fallen. No other sounds followed–no startled exclamations, no quiet muttering, no movement as the elven woman picked up whatever she’d dropped.

Leena stared at the wall, waiting for the silence to end. The quiet was unnerving. When nothing changed, she went into the hall and knocked on Ellerie’s door. There was no answer but she opened it anyway. The elven woman was sprawled out on the floor near the bed.

Leena rushed over to check on her. She was still breathing but unconscious. “Ellerie!” she said, shaking the other woman’s shoulder. Why had she collapsed?

Ellerie’s eyes opened slowly. “Leena?” she asked, blinking rapidly as she tried to focus. “What happened?”

“I heard you fall, and then found you like this.”

“Oh. It must have been the spell. How long has it been?”

“Only a moment. I should go find Treya. I think she went to the temple of Allosur today, to help with healing.”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Ellerie said. “Help me up.”

Leena stood and helped Ellerie to her feet. The elven woman sat down on the bed, pressing her palms down against the mattress to steady herself.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Leena asked. “Was it drain shock?”

“It doesn’t feel like drain shock. I’ve just been so tired lately, planning with Marco, practicing the shaping spells, trying to master the lore spell. I finally learned it, and I used it, but I should have yalova escort gotten some sleep first. It was a lot to take in.”

“It worked?”

“I think so,” Ellerie said. “I need to try something first to make sure, but that’ll have to wait. Thank you for coming for me.”

Leena suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Of course,” she said. “I should go.”

“Wait, Leena, please–tell me what I did wrong. Why won’t you speak to me anymore?”

Leena stopped near the door. She wanted to leave, but she couldn’t dodge the question forever. Not if they were both staying with the group after the expedition was over. “I know who you are,” she said. She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice as she added, “Your Exalted Highness.”

The elven woman winced. “Who told you? Katrin?”

“Renny Senshall.”

Ellerie’s head jerked back in surprise. “Renny Senshall knows? How? Never mind–that doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You didn’t try!” Leena hadn’t intended to say that, but it came out before she could stop it.

“Because I don’t like thinking about it. If I don’t think about it, I can pretend it isn’t true. Everything’s better when I can just be me.”

“You could have said something.”

“Like what? Hello, my name is Ellerie, and my mother is the queen of Terevas, but I ran away from all my responsibilities because I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer?”

“You ran away?”

“I had to.”

Leena sat next to her. “Why?” she asked.

Ellerie was quiet for a moment. “There were a lot of reasons to go,” she said slowly. “Good reasons. But the biggest is that the queen must produce an heir. In Terevas, the rights of succession are… complicated. The throne doesn’t automatically pass down from parent to child, but that relationship is the most important factor in the decision. If I take the throne and die childless, it’s unlikely my sister would inherit, nor any child she might have. The di’Valla dynasty would come to an end, and it would be my fault. But if I remove myself from the line, my sister is still my mother’s daughter. She’ll almost certainly be the next queen, and will do a better job than I would have. And I can’t do it, Leena. I won’t lay with a man.”

Leena wrapped her arms around the elven woman. “I didn’t know.”

“Nobody knows. Well, my family does–it’s the reason why my mother wasn’t more forceful about dragging me back–but I’ve never even told Boktar all of it.”

“You don’t want children, then?”

“I’ve never considered it. I don’t want to do what it takes to have children.”

“I’d like to have a child someday,” Leena admitted. “Pavan suggested a marriage alliance.”

“That Traveler?” Ellerie asked. “You’re going to marry him?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice.

“I have no feelings for Pavan–I only met him the one time. In Sanvar, marriages are sometimes arranged for convenience. Among the Zidari, that often means alliances to strengthen our bloodlines and our magic. He’s made the offer, and now it’s up to me to decide on the details. Could you accept a child under those terms?”

Ellerie’s eyes widened. “You mean if you and I… you still want to be together?”

Leena kissed her lightly. “If you want to. But can you be with me? Would it be allowed?”

“I don’t plan to return to Terevas except to visit. I can make my own decisions.” Despite Ellerie’s words, she sounded uncertain. “You don’t mind knowing who I am?”

“I’d thought I already knew who you were. When I found out the truth, I was worried that you’d just been toying with me. I didn’t know if the person I knew was actually real.”

“I’m still me,” Ellerie said. “That other stuff is just… details. But I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry. How would it work, though? With Pavan, I mean?”

“If he accepts my terms, I won’t have to live with him. He and I are both Travelers–we can go wherever we want. But that’s for the future. I’m not going to talk to him about it until we’ve dealt with the snake cult. And with Prince Rusol–Corec wants to help me with my problem; I should help him with his.” And doing so would give her an excuse to spend that time with Ellerie.

“What if Pavan doesn’t accept your terms?”

“Then I won’t agree to the marriage. There’s nothing that says I have to.”

“So we can do this?” Ellerie asked. “When you stopped talking to me, I thought I’d messed things up. I was worried that…” She trailed off.

Leena kissed her again.

Their relationship had always been an odd one, shying away from actually acknowledging it, and instead just hinting at what might happen in the future. In a way, it had been a fun, secret game between the two of them–how much could they flirt without ever admitting what they truly wanted? It was almost a shame to end the game, but it was the only way to move things forward, and they’d never know whether they could truly fit together if they didn’t move forward.

#

Hildra ordu escort was at her desk, writing, but glanced up when Corec came in, the maul braced against his shoulder. “You brought it,” she said with a smile. “Good. That one showed up in my mind as strongly as your sword did while you were making your way to the city.”

“Ellerie said you two weren’t meeting today?” Corec asked. The two women had spent the past three days experimenting with the shaping spells.

“We’re waiting for some stone samples to be delivered, to make sure the formulas for stone shaping work. But that gave me time to look at that armor this morning.” Hildra led him to a stand that held the brownish gray plate armor Ariadne claimed had belonged to King Argyros. “The problem is more basic than I thought. Whoever created it was in a rush. The reason the binding spell didn’t end when the bearer died was simply because the enchanter didn’t bother to include the trigger to do so. The armor was never intended to be passed along to someone else. It was made for one person, and one person only.”

“Can you do anything about it?” Corec asked.

Hildra rapped her knuckles on the metal breastplate, her gift allowing her to touch it safely. “You could sell it to a collector the way it is now. Not for as much as it’s worth, but still for a tidy sum. Or I can reset the binding spell, but to do that, I’m going to need some time.”

“It seems wrong to sell something that belonged to the king of Tir Yadar,” he said. He’d come to the same conclusion about the maul. “I think Ellerie would agree that we should hold onto it for safekeeping, or give it to Ariadne. How much time would you need for the binding spell?”

“Believe it or not, I do have other things to do besides helping you and your friends. It’ll take me maybe a week of constant concentration. That’s going to cost you, and I won’t have that much time available in the next few months.”

“We can’t wait here that long.”

Hildra smirked. “It’s not a difficult task to find space for it on a cargo vessel heading to Tyrsall. As long as it’s in a crate, it won’t burn anyone–nor will it bond a new bearer. Of course, you’d have to pay for the transport costs too.”

“You mean you want us to leave it here?” Corec asked. “I’d have to ask Ellerie and Marco. That’s really their decision.”

“I had another thought, too,” Hildra said. “If you want, I could remove the burning enchantment completely, so whoever’s wearing the armor doesn’t accidentally kill anyone they happen to run into.”

“You can do that? Change an enchantment?”

“In this case, yes. It’s sloppy work, or rushed, like I said. The spell isn’t layered in as deeply as it should be.”

“If you can do that, then you don’t need to work on the binding spell, do you? The problem is that it burns anyone it’s not bonded to.”

Hildra shrugged. “Removing the burning enchantment might allow someone to wear the armor, but the other enchantments–the ones I haven’t figured out yet–probably won’t work if the armor isn’t bonded. Just because someone can touch it doesn’t necessarily mean they can use it.”

Corec nodded. “Can you add an enchantment? Not to the armor, but to the weapons. I’ve been trying to figure out how to use the sword and the maul in a fight. They’re too large and heavy to carry them both around at the same time, but then I remembered what you did with your own sword.”

Hildra grinned and held out her hand. A curved backsword flew off its mount on the wall toward her, the hilt thumping into her palm. “It’s handy, but no. Removing a sloppy enchantment is one thing. Layering a new spell into an existing enchantment is something else entirely. It’s almost never worth the effort. But that’s not the only way to do what you want.”

“It isn’t?”

“How familiar are you with other types of binding spells?”

“Not very familiar. I bought a book on them once.”

“Then I’ve got another spell for you to learn.”

#

The lore spell took a lot out of Ellerie. In the days after learning it, she spent half her time recovering from each attempt at casting it and the other half working with Hildra to perfect the stone-shaping formulas. On the fourth day, she brought the items back to the warden’s manor house.

She showed Hildra the platinum and sapphire ring first. “This one lets you stay underwater without breathing. I tested it in a bathtub to make sure.” She then picked up the other ring–a simple bronze band. “This one allows you to stay comfortable in hot or cold weather.”

“No wonder I didn’t recognize the enchantments,” Hildra said. “I’ve never heard of those two before. I might be able to find buyers, but they’re a bit outside my normal area.”

“Marco wants to try selling them himself, once we return to Tyrsall. He has a few people in mind.”

Hildra nodded. “He may find it harder than he thinks. I’ve spent decades building up my contacts. Aim for a hundred gold each if you can, but it won’t be as easy to find a buyer for these two as for the barrier shield ring. You might have to go down to seventy or eighty.”

“Corec convinced Katrin to take the shield ring, since she doesn’t wear armor. For these two, if Marco can’t get a good price, can Leena bring them back to you to try to sell?”

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The Duke and Duchess had only been married for a couple of years when they moved to their new estate. A medium sized castle on the English countryside set upon a huge tract of land overlooking a small lake.

The setting would have been an idyllic place to live in marital bliss had their marriage been for romantic and not political reasons. The Duke was much more interested in the servants of the castle than his own wife. She would often hear the moans of maids, stable girls or even some of their high society guests come from whichever room the Duke retired to. At first this embarrassed her, but as it continued she became enraged as her own needs were never addressed.

It was late one evening when the moans in her own bed awoken her. Next to her was the Duke and their chamber maid in a passionate embrace. In the poor light of the evening she could scarcely make out the silhouetted form of the woman riding her husband. His large hands caressing the small waist and breasts of their servant. Quietly, she watches careful to not make herself noticed as anything more than sleeping. The rhythm of the couples motions quickens and the faint smell of a woman’s pleasure can be fethiye escort detected. She continues to watch as the couple completes their act, the maid scampers off and before long the snores of her husband fill the room. It is only then she decides to move.

Getting out of bed she dresses while chastising her mate in her head. She decides to take a walk down to the lake and stare at the reflected moon in the still waters and contemplate her situation. At the late hour she is not even noticed as she leaves the castle.

She gets to the lake and finds a fallen tree and takes a seat and stares at the moon. In the silence of her stillness she can now hear tiny high pitched chuckles. She turns to locate their source and cannot. Before she turns back she feels a finger on her back, then a hand. Quickly she turns to face the owner of the hand and locks eyes with what almost can be described as a walking tree only much more human looking. With bark for skin and leaves for hair and two glowing red embers for eyes, she senses him smile at her. She wants to shriek but she cannot find the breath. The Green Man shushes alanya escort her and raises a single finger to her lips. With only the slightest touch of his finger what seems like hundreds of little pixies spring out from his fingertip.

Tiny though the pixies are they immediately take to the task of stripping the Duchess. She tries with all her effort to maintain her modesty, clinging to her bodice and holding it tight to her bosom. She is able to keep her breasts covered for the time being but finds herself otherwise completely naked. Her white skin glows in the moon light as she looks at the two inch tall winged molesters. Even though the task of stripping her is all but complete both male and female tiny beings are still buzzing around her finding their way into all of her most intimate areas, little fingers pinching her nipple, tiny lips kissing her thighs. It is then that the Green Man speaks to her, “you are going to give yourself to my pleasure tonight. In return I will give you what only few mortal women have ever experienced.”

With that he kisses her lips as his hands explore her body. As soon as his manavgat escort lips touch hers the Green Man transforms into a much more human form, only the slightest green hue to his skin gives away his true nature. The Green Man touches her softly caressing her supple flesh. The Duchess closes her eyes as his fingers find their way thighs and into her secret folds of womanhood. She feels moisture grow and can smell the scent of her own pleasure, she moans. She feels the eyes of the Green Mans tiny servants locked upon them as his tongue licks her neck. With one swift movement she is upon the ground him on top of her, she can feel his desire pressed against her thighs. Her nipples engorged, her pussy wet she returns the kiss and starts to caress the Green Mans body. Looking up she sees a tiny winged couple making love in mid-flight, little male pixie taking the tiny female doggie style. At exactly the same time as she sees the pixies first thrust, she feels the Green Man enter her, with a little quake throughout her being she lets out a gasp of pleasure. With each thrust the Green one can feel a tiny quake of pleasure from within his conquest. She feels herself start to rise to meet each of his thrusts his torso massaging her clit, her moaning intensifies. She releases, feeling her womanhood pulse all around his cock wetness all over her thighs. She cums. He continues to pound into her delaying the moment to release into her as long as he can. She feels him quake and then warmth fills her…

To Be Continued…

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Ben is fighting for his life and he knows it. Grabbing onto her labia with both hands, he tries desperately to keep his body from sinking deeper into her pulsating chasm. Of course, this stimulation of her labia causes another huge tremor, slamming his face against the pliable wall; its sticky coating covering his eyes, nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. He is being sucked down, while the syrupy liquid that is building pressure around his legs is restricted from rising any farther by the seal his hips make against her contracted tissue lining. Adjusting his grip, he pulls as hard as he can, knowing that if he doesn’t get his head free soon he will either suffocate or drown. Straining his arm muscles and kicking his feet like a swimmer against the thick gelatin substance only causes more shudders and he feels the walls closing tightly around him. Maybe this is his karma for the terrible mistake that started all of this, three years ago.

He had been a college student working a summer job in a top-secret laboratory hidden in the hills in Eastern Europe. The research was unauthorized and he remembers having to clear innumerable hurdles to get the job, of course his wealthy family influence helped. It was cutting edge, biotechnology, attempting to reduce the incubation period for human beings from 9 months to 3 months or less. Several experimental fetuses, cloned from frozen stem cells, were being injected daily with various hormones and growth drugs. He was secretly covering for one of the research assistants who had a hot date, when he made the fateful mistake. Inexperienced in administering the drugs, he had misread the dosage, injecting 9cc instead of .9cc; ten times the requested amount, into one of the subjects. Not only did it reduce the incubation period but it also stimulated unnatural growth. Within a week the fetus was viable, within a month it was a toddler and within six months the child was almost twenty feet tall. He held himself responsible and when the decision was made to terminate the experiment, he snuck the child out of the laboratory and hid her away in the mountains. Inventing a “family emergency” that required him to terminate his employment, he was never suspected in the disappearance of the experimental mistake.

With some help from the Internet, he locates a remote area with natural caverns, where they can live as she continues to grow. Her brain is quite advanced and she learns things quickly. In the laboratory she never had a name, she was just subject number three. He calls her Andrea and explains her history and his role in it. She tries to soothe his guilt over what she keeps telling him was a reasonable mistake.

Using money from a very lucrative trust fund, he converts the caverns into a modern home for the two of them. Employing a solar powered generator to provide electricity, he equips the house with lights, a computer, a big screen television, a satellite dish and a state of the art sound system. He’s very successful at day trading over the Internet, earning enough to sustain their existence in the mountains forever. They are both vegetarians and grow their own fruits and vegetables. Utilizing a P.O. box in a nearby town, he orders movies and books from Amazon and reads to her every day. She loves science, history, biographies and classic literature.

When she begins maturing as a woman, he orders books on puberty and sexuality so she will understand what’s happening to her body. When they left the laboratory she had two homemade sack dresses, which she quickly outgrew. Now working together, they make clothing for her from sheets and blankets. It’s crude, but it serves the purpose of preserving her modesty. She sleeps on a long matt that he had custom built, under an overhang, near the mouth of the caverns. The overhang serves the dual purpose of protecting her from the elements and keeping her from being seen from planes or helicopters. His bed is in an elevated alcove under the same overhang where he can look down on her as she sleeps.

Within two years she is a full-grown woman standing a little less than 50 feet tall. They play together in a meadow with her frequently picking him up in her hand, like her own live Ken doll. She is gentle but playful, holding him over her head or setting him on the top of a tree. She giggles and laughs and he loves the sound as it echoes around the meadow. In the evening, he continues to read to her or they watch movies, her favorites being ‘Attack of the 50 Foot Woman’ and ‘Honey I Shrunk the Kids’.

Initially his relationship with her is somewhere between a father figure, an older brother and a mentor. As she develops into a woman, he begins looking at her differently and their relationship has a constant undertone of sexual tension. Despite their difference in size, which precludes physical intimacy, their relationship in every other way evolves into that of a couple. They enjoy each other’s company, talking on every subject imaginable and zonguldak escort sharing the same interest in books, television and music. Lately though, Ben has found himself obsessed with Andrea’s physical beauty and she has taken more of an interest in her own body as well.

Every morning Andrea showers under a waterfall in a nearby mountain. Until recently, Ben never paid much attention but now he looks forward to watching her bathe. Because of their size difference, he finds that he can best appreciate her beauty from a distance when he can see her entire body. This morning she is turned away from him and he admires her long black hair hanging halfway down her back. His eyes travel down to the curves of her perfect, round ass and the shapeliness of her long slender legs. When she turns around and tilts her head back to rinse her hair, her bountiful, white breasts are pushed out towards him and he sucks in his breath at the sight of her large, rose-colored areolas and jutting nipples. He has watched her for several weeks now and every time he sees her naked body, it still takes his breath away. Tucked back in his alcove where he knows she can’t see him, he’s stroking his cock as he delights in the sight of her flat stomach giving way to her thick, black pubic hair. She’s rubbing the water up and down her legs, over her ass cheeks and across her hairy mound. He watches her hand linger on her pussy, rubbing a little longer this morning than she usually does. He’s surprised when she looks around, doesn’t see him and goes back to rubbing her hand between her legs. He’s stroking his cock a lot faster now, as he watches her finger disappear between her pussy lips.

Andrea has been wondering about masturbation for some time now and thinking she’s alone, this is the first chance she’s had to experiment. With her eyes closed and one hand against the mountain to steady her, she slides her finger in and out of her aroused pussy. As Ben frantically strokes his cock, he watches her lean her back against the mountain, freeing her other hand to massage her giant tits. Pulling and twisting on her nipples, she’s pumping her finger furiously in and out of her pussy. With her head thrown back and her hips thrusting against her hand, Ben watches as she fingers her pussy to a trembling orgasm. He shoots his load about the same time, wishing with all his heart there was some way they could be intimate as a couple.

That night she asks him to read to her about male and female masturbation, fellatio and sexual intercourse. She is sitting under the overhang, leaning against the wall near his alcove, positioning her ear so she can easily hear him. He has always respected her right to find answers to any questions she asks. Tonight, knowing why she’s asking, he finds just the right book and reads to her, answering her many sexual questions. When he’s finished she asks more questions.

“Ben?” She whispers, because her voice will echo through the canyon.

“Yes, Andrea?” He answers, close to her ear.

“Do you masturbate?” She asks quietly.

“Yes, sometimes.” He answers. “Do you?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but wondering what she’ll say.

“I just started doing it.” She answers matter-of-factly. “Have you had fellatio and sexual intercourse, Ben?”

“Yes, Andrea.” He answers. “Before we met, when I was in college, I was intimate with a few different girls.”

“Did you love them?” She wants to know.

“I guess I thought I did.” He answers introspectively. “But in hindsight, probably not, since I can’t even remember their names.” He laughs.

“I love you Ben.” She says. “I wish we could do those things.”

“I love you too, Andrea.” This is the first time he’s admitted it to her or himself. “And I wish we could, too.”

“Can I see it?” She asks. “Can I see your penis, please?” He hesitates but doesn’t see any reason to hide from her, especially since he’s been watching her bathe everyday. “Okay.” He answers, still unsure of himself, but willing to be part of her education. He takes off his clothes, climbs down from the alcove and holds his arms up to her. She wraps her hand around his back, under his arms and lifts him up close to her face. This is the first time she has held him in her hand when he was naked. His cock is hard from the sexual nature of their reading, their discussion and her intense interest in his body.

“It’s sticking straight out.” She observes. “Is it erect?” She asks, putting her finger under his cock, the tip of her nail touching his balls.

“Yes. Our discussion and your interest have aroused me.” He answers honestly, enjoying her touch.

“I don’t suppose I could do fellatio on you with my big mouth, could I?” She asks.

“Probably not.” He answers, staring at her face. Her mouth is almost two feet wide and he doubts if his penis would get past her lips. “But it wouldn’t hurt to try, if you’d like.” He says, considering whether it would bursa escort work, and realizing he has nothing to lose.

“Maybe you can sit on my tongue and I can put my top lip down on it.” She says, intently studying his penis. “What do you think about that?”

“Let’s do it!” Ben answers, spreading his legs apart. She sticks out her tongue and positions it between his legs, the tip of it wrapping up around his ass. Feeling the warm moisture of her tongue against his balls and his cock is very arousing and he tells her.

“Mmmm! Andrea, that feels really good!” He says, sliding back and forth, rubbing his balls and cock against her warm, wet tongue. He feels her top lip against his stomach as she slowly brings it down over his cock. It doesn’t engulf him like a smaller mouth would but it’s a hell of a lot better than his hand, which is all he’s had his cock in for the past few years.

“Now, see if you can suck a little, Andrea.” He instructs her. “It already feels great, so don’t worry if that part doesn’t work.” He feels the light pressure of her sucking against his cock and starts pumping in and out between her tongue and her upper lip. The slippery, wetness of her tongue tucked between his legs, rubbing his balls and licking across his ass drives him quickly to a more frenzied pumping action.

“God, Andrea! That really feels amazing. Don’t stop, okay?” He pants. She picks up his rhythm and helps him by using the hand she is holding him with to slide his whole body back and forth along her tongue, while continuing to lightly suck with her giant mouth. This unique stimulation of his balls, ass and cock by her soft, moist tongue is overwhelming and he feels his balls constrict in anticipation of his climax.

“You’ve done it Andrea!” He yells. “I’m about to cum! Just keep doing what you’re doing right now.” He encourages her. She eagerly keeps pumping him back and forth across her tongue and into her mouth, his chest bumping against her nose. He responds by tensing his legs and shooting a large load of cum onto her saliva soaked tongue, and then his body goes almost completely limp.

“Wow!” He says. “That was wonderful.” She’s pulled her tongue back in her mouth, barely tasting his small morsel of cum. She kisses him on the stomach and sets him back on the floor.

“Was it really alright?” She asks, looking for reassurance.

“It was more than alright!” He answers flushed with enthusiasm. “Now let’s see what I can do for you, shall we? You’ll need to lie on your back and put me on your chest. Of course, get undressed first.” He laughs.

“Gladly.” She answers, stripping off her wrap-around clothing and lying down. She reaches over and picks him up, setting him down on her rib, just below her breasts. He’s never seen her naked breasts this close and the sight is extremely erotic. He’s kneeling just under her breast and his head is nearly even with the top of her creamy white mound. Leaning against her soft fleshy tit, he stands up and looks down at her nipple and areola. He estimates that the rose-colored areola is about eighteen inches across and the dark pink nipple is maybe four inches wide. Leaning forward, laying his naked body over her soft mound, he cups his hand around the backside of her nipple and starts licking it with his tongue.

“Ohhh!” Andrea moans. “That’s nice.” Her nipple responds, growing more rigid and is now protruding above his hand. He wishes there was a way for him to take it in his mouth and suck it, but it is just too large. He continues licking the side of the coarse nipple and squeezing it with his hand. He thinks that next time he’ll bring lotion and use both hands to stimulate her nipples. Balancing himself against her tit, he works his way over to the other one and applies the same licking and squeezing to that one, getting the same rigid response. Andrea is enjoying the squeezing and licking of her nipples, having never felt anything like it. She is instantly aroused and feels the moisture building between her legs, just like the book said it would.

Not wanting to walk on her for fear of breaking the mood, he lies down and rolls along her flat stomach, across her naval, stopping when he reaches her patch of black hair. It’s like lying on thick grass as he scoots his naked ass down across her pubic mound. He can already smell her arousal and feels his cock getting hard again. He maneuvers his body around so he’s nestled in the valley between her thigh and her torso, lying on his stomach his hard cock pressed against her soft flesh. He reaches down and runs his hand up and down her moist pussy lips, smearing her thick juice all over them. Startled by the unfamiliar touch, Andrea pulls her knees up, pinching his body between her thigh and her abdomen. He pushes on her leg until she moves it down a little, then crawls forward and slides his hand inside her welcoming pussy. Her lips are about eighteen inches long malatya escort and he moves his hand up and down the entire length.

“Mmmmm!” Andrea moans at the feel of his hand inside her aroused pussy and she spreads her legs wider apart. Ben scoots his body forward until he can push his whole arm inside her pussy and starts moving it in and out. Andrea moans her delight at the feel of his arm and raises her hips up to meet his thrusts. Twisting his body so he can use both hands on her, he spreads her labia, exposing her thick, pink clit and smears pussy juice across it, before gripping it with his hand. Andrea has never felt anything like this and her whole body shakes, nearly causing Ben to fall off. Only his arm inside her pussy, up to his shoulder, keeps him from falling. Ben raises his head and opens his mouth as wide as possible, sucking the tip of her clit between his lips. Andrea starts bucking her hips off the ground and wraps her hand around his back, tucking her pinky under his ass cheeks, to keep him from falling. His lips are stretched wide around the tip of her clit, and the sucking action is just what she needs to ignite her built up passion. Ben continues to suck her clit while pumping his arm in and out of her soggy pussy. Andrea holds Ben against her and rocks her hips up and down as her explosive orgasm overtakes her. Her hot juices gush out, soaking Bens arm, shoulder and chest. She moves his mouth away from her sensitive clit and he dips his head down to lap up her sweet cream, oozing from her eighteen-inch opening.

Ben shoves both arms inside her pussy for leverage and swings his legs around to the ground. Standing between her legs, intoxicated by her strong aroma, he pushes his whole head inside her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices. Andrea responds to this new stimulation by pulling her knees up and spreading her legs farther apart. This dislodges Ben’s head from her pussy and he stands up, catching his breath, her sweet nectar running down his face. He presses his chest against her opening, wrapping her pussy lips around his sides. The wet, heat engulfs him and he humps his hard cock against the folds of her pussy. Andrea overcome with desire and feeling the build up of another orgasm, again wraps her hand around Ben’s back, lifts him off the ground and rubs his whole body up and down against her enflamed pussy lips. Ben has never felt anything like this. She’s actually jacking him against her pussy, rubbing his chest, his stomach and his hard cock up and down against her warm wet pussy lips. This pushes Ben close to his own climax and he wraps both of his hands around her clit, frantically rubbing up and down as his body is pressed more tightly against Andrea’s pussy lips. Ben keeps working her clit with his hands, massaging her to a rousing orgasm, while he shoots his load inside the folds of her pussy. His cum is washed away by the sudden gush of hot liquid that explodes against his chest and stomach. Her juices are running in parallel streams down his legs and along the crack of her ass.

Back to back orgasms leaves Andrea breathless and her chest heaves as she gulps air into her lungs. Looking up, Ben can see the rise and fall of her opulent breasts as she continues to hold his body against her quivering pussy lips. He is also panting, stunned by what just happened. No other human being on the planet has ever experienced what he just did. This magnified view of a living, throbbing pussy, wrapped completely around his body makes him shudder with desire for more. He wants to be inside of her, somehow, someway, he wants to make it happen.

As Andrea recovers from her orgasms, she lifts Ben from her drenched pussy and nestles his soaked body between her breasts. Relishing the feel of her warm, soft flesh he snuggles up against her left tit and falls asleep to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

The next morning Andrea wakes first and happily feels Ben still cuddling his body against her tit. She lightly places her hand on his back, massaging his naked flesh with her fingertips.

“Ben?” Andrea whispers. “Are you awake?”

“Yes.” Ben answers, balancing himself against her smooth, soft tit as he stands up.

“Thank you, Ben.” Andrea says as she picks him up and kisses his chest. “That was amazing!” Then she starts laughing so hard he watches her tits bounce around on her chest.

“What’s so funny?” Ben wants to know.

“You!” Andrea laughs. “You’re covered with my juices from head to toe and they’ve dried to a milky white flake all over your body. You look funny!”

“Do you think I got carried away?” Ben asks.

“Yes, but in such a good way!” Andrea asserts. “I loved every minute of it Ben and I love you so much! Even though it wasn’t exactly intercourse, I’m glad we were able to do something. It’s been building for some time hasn’t it?”

“Yes, I believe it has, Andrea, and I’m glad too!” Ben says, leaning forward and kissing her upper lip. “I also, have an idea that I think will make it even better.”

“Wow! Do you mean even better than last night? I don’t know how!” Andrea sighs.

“I want to penetrate you with my whole body.” Ben says seriously. “I want to sink into your pussy, feet first, and fuck you with my entire body. What do you think?” He asks excitedly.

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Snoring, the girl lay in the warm bed, limbs pointing in all directions. Her black hair was strewn all over the place in wild disarray. Yawning she woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she rose and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching her butt she glanced at herself as she passed the mirror.

She froze.

“What the…!?” Eyes widening, she grabbed her breasts. Momentary struck dumb she thought of the previous night and a memory clicked into place. Her features lit up with a gigawatt smile.

“Al right, I did it!” she squealed, jumping up and down and attempted a hula dance just for the heck of it. Returning his hands to his breasts he squeezed, scared that it will go away. When was the last time he got a chance to fondle a girls boobs? Like… forever! And to think, all that time he spent in developing the medication actually paid off. A guy has become a girl!

“O yes, Steve you truly are a genius.” he chuckled to himself.

Still abusing his breasts he looked at the rest of his body. The girl looking back at him was not a curvaceous sex goddess, but the handful tits and firm ass are good enough for what Steve has planned…

Leaving the breasts for later examination, he walked towards the package on his cabinet and ripped off the wrapping. Taking out the contents, he slips on a thong over his slender legs. The thong felt weird, like something should have been there but wasn’t.

Shrugging, he puts on the matching bra. Bummer. It seems as if it’s too big. Guess he was a little too optimistic; he will have to go without one. Slipping on the dark grey shirt and a black skirt, he turned to the mirror to see the result. The shirt does not fit him as well as he liked, but it will do. Perhaps later he can go do some mayor shopping.

“Well Steve, it’s time to get party started.” Packing the rest of the contents from the package into his bag, he saunters out of his apartment towards the public swimming pool. The swimming pool is only a few blocks from his house and he had no trouble on the way there. Although he got some glances from some men, he tried to ignore them.

He walked inside the reception area, nervously looking around. Did he look weird? Did anyone suspect him to be more then he appears? It was highly unlikely that someone would guess his secret, but he still felt the tension of the moment. Spotting Rebecca sitting behind the front desk, he walked towards her.

Rebecca was working at the front desk since the day he has joined the swimming lessons the previous year. She always seemed irritated if you disturb her from reading her book and not once gave him a smile, even if he tried to make a little joke. After some futile attempts with small talk, he gave up. Even he got the message load and clear. Buzz off.

“Hello, I would like to join the morning swimming lessons please,” he said, giving her a nervous smile.

A flash of irritation swept across her face. Her eyes were drawn upward from the book, slowing as his cleavage came into view and then continuing on to his face. Her eyes were searching his, sizing him up.

“Excuse me, could you repeat that?” she said.

“I’m here for the morning swimming lessons?” he said, his voice rising a little at the end from anxiety, making the statement almost sound like a question.

“Sure. Do you have a membership card?”

After rummaging around in his bag, he gave her his card. Taking it she looked at it and frowned. “This is not your card.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, this card is Steve Stephenson’s and you are clearly not him,” she explained, showing and tapping on the picture of the card. Fuck! He forgot that the card was from the time he was male.

“Well… er… that is my brother’s card and he gave it to me for today.”

“Well usually no member card, means no entrance, but I think I will make an exception for you. Just make sure that you eventually get one for yourself, or I might get into trouble.”

“Really!? Thanks, I owe you one!’

“Of cause.” She said, giving him a smile. A smile! How did he do that? Shaking his head in disbelief he walked towards the dressing rooms. His back turned, he did not see Rebecca licking her lips.

Stopping before the door to the women’s changing room his thoughts returned towards the plan he made. Since the time he became aware of girls he always wanted to see within the girls changing rooms. Fantasies of what happens in there always excited him. And now was the chance he was waiting for a very long time. His paradise awaits him.

Taking a deep breath he twisted the handle and walked into the room.

Deserted.

It looked like all the other women have already changed and gone towards the swimming pool. Sadly it seemed that his paradise has not yet come.

With a sigh he dropped his bag on the bench and took out his swimsuit. He climbed out of his clothes and slipped on his swimsuit. The swimsuit, a blue one-piece, clung into every crevice of his body, the rubbery fabric squeezing every bulge, pronouncing his üsküdar escort form rather then hiding it. How women could feel comfortable walking around like that only they knew. Walking towards the swimming pool it almost felt like every eye was drawn towards his feminine body, his imagination going into overdrive.

Nearing the swimming pool he heard furious splashing as the other participants was going through the paces. Glancing around, he spotted the head trainer and went to her. The last few weeks he was under her tutelage and she was formidable. Toned muscles bulging against her attire, she was a retired swimmer that once took part in international competitions. Although she was pleasant when you talked to her in normal situations, she accepted no tardiness when near a pool.

As Steve approached Maria, she turned her head towards him and sized him up.

“Yes? Can I help you?” she said. Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, he folded his arms under his breasts and shifted from foot to foot.

“I’m here to join the swimming lessons, ma’am.”

“Swimming lessons? You are late, the lessons for women has started half an hour ago.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.”

“I take it that it is your first time joining these classes?”

“N… err… Yes ma’am.”

Rolling her eyes, she gestured towards a group of girls waiting a few feet away. “Join the group over there; they should be around the same age as you. If you wish to join these lessons then I expect punctuality from now on. Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly ma’am.”

Before the instructor strips him of his hide, he hurried to the group for the days lessons. For the next two hours they were drilled into the right form of swimming. Every time someone finished a length the instructor explained to them what the person did wrong. If someone did a movement exceptionally well, the person was used as an example. Since Steve already had some experience he often had to play this role today.

Throughout the lesson he was kept so busy that he did not even have time to ogle at his fellow students. Worn out and feeling abused he joined the other girls as they went towards the changing rooms. The girls gaggled, some complaining about the excessive amount of lengths they had to swim, some pleased with their improved times. Unknown to the girls there was traitor within their midst’s, Steve started grinning. The excitement within him was rising with anticipation. It was almost time…

The group of girls entered the changing rooms and scattered towards their clothes that was deposited on the wooden benches. Most of the girls were athletic and with taunt thighs. Hardened by the icy water of the swimming pool the nipples poked through the thin materials. One girl reached behind her neck to untie her bikini top, another pulling the shoulder straps of her one-piece down the sides of her arms until her breasts sprung free. All around him girls started to undress, some giggling and some blushing.

“Gawwwd…” Steve gasped. His eyes devoured the offered flesh around him, the mind momentary paralyzed by the scene. His fantasy unfolded before him and it was better then he had hoped. The sheer taboo of what he was doing was driving him over the edge. His breath labored with excitement, blood rushing through his veins. Most of his experience of nude women was of pictures he found on the net, so a person could argue that he should be used by the sight. But who was he kidding… confronted by this huge amount of flesh will fizzle most men’s minds.

While staring around him his eyes caught a girl frowning at him. O shit!

His face flushed red; he quickly turned around and hurried to the showers keeping his head down. He hoped that she did not think too much of him. Perhaps he was a bit too blatant with his appreciation. Well it was just one little slip up. He just has to avoid making that mistake in the future.

He quickly stripped the swimsuit and stepped into the shower. Lathering his hands with soap he started washing the chloral residue from his body… and lo and behold that same girl stepped into the shower next to him. His hands momentarily froze as he waited for the bomb to drop.

Flicking her wetted brown hair from her face she looks at him and grins. “I’m Alice, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“What!?” What happened to the A-bomb that was about to explode?

“Your name silly, you know, what they use to call you?”

His jaw fell open while his mind tried to adapt to this situation. “I’m… errr… Claire.”

She threw him a half smile. “Nice to meet you Claire. Big Matilda sure is brutal, don’t you think?”

“Big who?”

“The instructor, Maria. We call her that, since… well, you know.”

“O yeah, that she is.” He hurriedly continues washing himself. He must get as fast as possible out of this girl’s firing range. Who knows when she will start mauling him?

“I’m impressed by your swimming earlier. gaziemir escort Do you enjoy swimming?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Where did you swim before you came here? I don’t know of any places nearby.”

Steve’s face fell a bit. “Err… some other place.”

“Hmmm.” She thoughtfully tapped on her chin while scrutinizing him as he desperately tried to look innocent.

“You new in this area?” she asked, a smirk playing on the corners of her mouth.

“You could say that.”

“Well in that case, how about you come to my house? A new girl like you seems to be in a need of a girl friend.”

“What!? Your home!? With you!? Right now!?” he spluttered. What does a girl like this want with a guy… no scratch that, a girl like him? Does she have a hit squad waiting for him?

Alice gave him a wicked grin. “No not right now, after this shower. And why not?”

“But it’s so sudden!” he whispered heatedly, trying not to draw too much attention from the other girls in the area.

“Well I am an impulsive girl. You have time right, Claire?” she turned towards him and cocked a hip, flashing him a smile.

Quickly glancing at her he realized that he missed out on a prime delicacy earlier. She had a firm body which was toned with repeated exercise and her small ripe globes begged to be squeezed. “Well, y-yeah.” He stuttered, staring at scrumptious body before him.

“Good, then it is settled. And don’t just stand there. Scrub like you mean it!” she quipped, going back to scrubbing herself.

While foaming up his body, he kept glancing out of the corner of his eye towards Alice, following her hands. She lathered her soft body with slow gliding motions, covering it in soapy bubbles. Sometimes her hands seem to slow down to squeeze and rub every available inch, drawing out the moments just a tad too long. He wondered if she was teasing him, but that is not possible in the real world. Why would this girl tease him, he is a girl for Pete’s sake! He must be imagining it. But even so, he was enjoying the scene. Unfamiliar sensations were playing inside his body, an itch that he could not place.

Alice stopped washing herself and let the warm water rinse off the soap, making her body shine. Squeezing the last drops from her body she steps out of the shower towards a bench where all her casual clothes are draped. Quickly following suit, Steve headed out of the shower and began to change quickly, embarrassed being nude in front of all the girls. Even though he was now also a girl and there were physically no difference between him and them, it still felt wrong somehow.

“Could you give me a hand? My dress is awful to zip up on my own.” she called over to Steve.

Feeling like he was approaching a dangerous cat, he crept closer. He reached out a trembling finger and gripped the zipper, slowly closing her dress up.

“Right!” [He flinched from her sudden outburst.] “Come along; we have maaany things to discuss!” she said, skipping her way towards the exit. Muttering beneath his breath, he grabbed his bag and followed her.

They walked passed Rebecca on their way to exit. Alice waved at Rebecca and called out: “Bye Beccy! See you next time.”

Rebecca glanced up from her book, nodded at them and continued to read, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. They stepped outside and walked to the parking lot. The car was an old… something. He was not a great car expert, but it was blue and seemed well looked after. They climbed in and drove towards her house while Alice listened to a pop song, tapping and humming in tune. Feeling uncomfortable by the lack of conversation between them he decided to start a conversation.

“Is this your car?”

“Yes, it sure is.”

Silence.

Well, he was not greatest conversationalist and old habits die hard. But not to be undone by fate he cleared his throat and decided to try again.

“So you live around here?”

“Uh huh. Otherwise I wouldn’t go to that public swimming pool.”

“Awesome.”

Hopeless indeed.

Stopping in front of her house, they climbed out. Fumbling in the garden, Alice pulled out a key that was hidden beneath a rock and unlocked the door, ushering Steve inside.

“Where are your parents?” Steve said, looking left and right.

“They are both at work. They should be back around six.” Alice said, walking towards the kitchen with Steve following. She opened a fridge and bends down rummaged inside, showing off her taunt legs.

“Claire, do you want something to drink?”

“Err… water would be ok.”

Alice looked over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow, “You sure? We have lemonade.”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t want to impose.”

Harrumphing she took two glasses, filled them both with lemonade and thrust one into his hand.

“You know, if a host offers you something, it would not be considered imposing at all if you would accept her offer.” she teased.

“Sorry. I did not mean sancaktepe escort it as an insult.”

“It’s fine. Just remember it for the future.”

“Ok. I’m really sorry though.”

“Like I said it’s fine. Come, let’s go to the lounge.”

They went towards the room next door. A few sofas were arranged in a semi-circle in the middle of the room towards a television set. On shelves next to the television set there was a whole selection of movies. Quickly glancing at the list it seemed that they have collected most of the top films produced in the last few years.

Stopping near the shelves, he looked nervously at the sofas and wondered on which one he should sit. He did not want to stoke her ire further by sitting on her favorite spot. Alice eyed him for a few moments and suddenly burst out laughing.

“You are hopeless! You can’t even decide where to sit! It would not surprise me if you never had any luck finding a man.” she gasped, struggling to get her breath.

He sheepishly stood there, not knowing what to say. Still laughing she pulled him down onto the sofa with her.

Eventually catching her breath, she turned towards him. “Well did you ever manage to get a man?”

“Err… no. I haven’t thought that far.” he muttered, sipping his lemonade. He was not gay and would never consider turning over to the dark side. He liked women too much. Not that he had any luck with women either, otherwise he would not have gone through all this trouble.

Giving him a knowing smile, she dropped the bomb. “Sooo, did you like the view at the swimming pool?”

“W-what do you mean?” Drats! He thought he got away with that.

“O don’t you dare try to hide it. I saw you staring at this!” she gestured at her body.

“Err…No no, it’s because I’m not used showering with other girls. I usually do it alone.”

“Reeaally?” she asked, clearly not believing him. “Well in that case we should help you get… acquainted with other girls.”

“Huh!? Acquainted?” he squirmed in his seat.

“Suuure. I promise you it would be fun.” she purred, putting her hand on his leg.

“B-but I’m a girl! You know that right?” his eyes darting left and right. He put his lemonade on the table, not sure what to do under her scrutiny.

“So? I don’t mind and I am sure you wouldn’t mind either. After that scene at the showers, I thought it would be fun to have a change of scenery.” She gave him a Cheshire grin and slowly slid her hand upwards. Her hand softly glided over his inner thigh, now and then squeezing, until she stopped it close to where his thighs meet. His breath has become ragged with excitement and fear, not sure if he should run or not.

“Do you want me to stop or go on?” Alice breathed into his ear.

That was some question.

Deathly afraid of women his whole life, he avoided them at all costs. That does not mean that he didn’t have an interest in women, it is because he just felt clueless. Clueless of why they do things in the manner they do, almost as if they communicated on a different level. Clueless of what they think of him.

When he saw a girl he liked, he would just hover around her, but never start a conversation. Feign indifference, scared of what she would do if she knew he liked her. In desperation he spend a lot of time creating this medicine, in order to learn how they see the world, but also to get his rocks off.

What was happening now was definitely not what he had planned at all. Looking at her now, he found her alluring. Here was someone who knew what she wanted and was prepared to chase it with whatever it took, so different from him.

“Y-you sure? I don’t have a lot of experience with… you know.” he stammered, his lower lip quivering.

Alice’s eyes softened a bit, before she gave him a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry Claire, I will teach you everything… in… great… detail.” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his. His back tensed upon the contact, but the tension gradually flowed from Steve, allowing her to continue. Alice’s lips quirked into a smile as they kissed, pleased that Steve was relenting.

Alice raised her hand on Steve’s leg and caressed his stomach, slowly moving upwards. He shivered under her touch, enjoying the intimacy. She reached Steve’s breasts and froze. Breaking the kiss and she cocked an eyebrow in question.

“No bra? Not what I was expecting…”

His face flushed beet red, not knowing what to say.

“Full of surprises hmmm? Well let’s see what… other surprises you are hiding.” Eyes twinkling with mischief, she reached around Steve and lifted his shirt. He hesitated at first; he raised him arms letting Alice remove his shirt. Tossing it aside she moved over Steve, straddling him and greedily mashed her lips against his, continuing where they left off. Her right hand squeezed and pinched his breast, each time sending subtle jolts of pleasure through his body.

The unfamiliar sensations that he felt at the showers returned, burning inside of him. The kiss and the fondling seem to stoke a fire that he couldn’t quite fully explain. One thing he could say is that his nether region felt increasingly… empty. The need to be gloriously filled pulsed from it, begging Steve for release. When he rubbed his legs together to somehow relieve the need, it had the opposite effect, the throbbing heat rising.

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The Future is more than a fantasy I suppose. This story has anal, just like real life. If you don’t like reading about it, just don’t. All participants are adults.

2030 True Freedom

The Project was finally complete.

He could feel the stress leaving his body, but he needed more, and faster, so he headed for a comfort station.

It was getting to be a habit, but it works so well. Just pay at the terminal and there’s a warm moist vagina waiting for you. Totally impersonal, you don’t even see her face. No talking is necessary, or even wanted. He thought back to previous generations, when they had to drink multiple liters of beer or spirits, or find a prostitute.

She was in place when he got to the cubicle. Her pussy and bum were all that he could see, but she was quite spectacular. This one has more labia than the last one. It really surprises him how different women can be.

This one is pale. Well, she’s white, but no tan, no freckles, at least none on the bum or puss. They are always cleanly shaven so that there is less chance of cross contamination. They are both monitored for disease, so that is someone else’s concern.

He sits with her privates right in his face, so that it’s easier to enjoy, and he can see everything that she has to offer. He spreads her labia with his fingers. They are warm and pink and they would probably hang down an inch, if she were standing naked, but here she is laying back, with her legs up in the air on the other side of the thin wall, so he can enjoy either her pussy or her anus. They both look very inviting. He wishes that he could push up along her body and explore her breasts, but that is not allowed here. That would be too personal.

With her labia held an inch from her body, he can look down her channel to the actual vagina lips, still pushed together, guarding the sacred nest. They are pink too, but much narrower. He reaches into her and runs his tongue up one side then down the other. There is no reaction at all. He leans back and looks, while pulling more firmly on the labia, and the vagina pops open with a moist snap. Not a sound, but it happens as a final reveal into her being. He could just look, dreamily into her palace, for hours.

Two minutes go by and he’s bored.

He has some music playing, his favorite acoustic guitar. He wonders what she’s listening to. She almost certainly has earbuds so that he is not distracted by her music, but she would want to hear something nice.

He looked for the little things. A lingering scent where she might have used perfume with a lover, but there is nothing. Only her moist and warm vagina and anus to explore.

He set to it, only having paid for an hour. He liked to see if he could get her to cum before he slammed into her. It’s so nice to watch one squirt, or even just drip out some extra fluid. If he doesn’t make her cum in the first 20 minutes, he has to decide whether to lengthen his time or just get his fuck in.

Today he feels no response to his careful probing, so he decides to just get his comfort. He can always spend more time with his wife and see if she’ll cum for him, or not. But that could be more stress, and stress is his enemy.

He was playing with himself while he was licking his comfort girl, so he was already stiff, and ready. Just a little extra lube, then he presses it deep into her. He feels her shifting now. Like she just wanted the cock. Hmm, that is unusual. A woman that got more excited from the fuck than she did from an intimate licking and fingering? This one is quite unusual.

He pulls out to have another taste.

Nothing. A push of his tongue into her anus? A double tap on the clit?

Nothing.

He stood back up and pushed in again. He felt her shift, and almost grab his cock with her pussy. Of course it can do no such thing. She wants him to hammer her!

Instead of building up to it, he decides to just fuck away and see how she responds.

He starts tapping at about one stroke per second. He can only keep this up for five minutes or so, but it doesn’t take more than 2 before she is obviously spasming into an orgasm.

Not something you get everyday from a comfort girl. Many will cum when her client is gentle and probing with their tongue and fingers, but this one liked to get slammed! He wished that he could get her much more often, but you get what you get here. No connection was possible. Total and complete anonymity was guaranteed for both parties.

He blew his load deep inside. Quivering at the full depth, He just kept it there, lunging, spasming, just a quarter of an inch at a time, to empty himself completely.

“Very nice,” he murmured.

He went to the sink and used a disposable cloth to clean himself, and he took another over to her puss and cleaned her up the best that he could. It’s not like someone else was going to use her, but he still had a few minutes and he wanted to be remembered, even if she didn’t know who she was remembering. Weird, but it was nice to see some afterglow in her skin. She bahçelievler escort was pinker than before.

“Can I get another hour in booth 4,” he asked out loud. He had to wait while they called the woman, but he needed time to get hard anyway, so he settled back into his licking and fingering. Maybe she would respond more, now that he had opened the floodgates so to speak.

“Another hour has been added, sir.” The voice was computer generated. Neither male nor female.

“Thank’s,” he answered pointlessly.

This time he spent more time on the anus. Perhaps she liked oral on the anal sphyncter? He licked all around, pulsing on the clit with his finger while searching for the trigger. Nothing.

He stood, more than hard enough, and he applied more cream, so that the anal entry was not too difficult.

She held firm, while he pushed slowly into her butt. The head on his cock is fat so it took a while for it to compress and for the anus to open enough to allow passage in the wrong direction. It was not designed for egress.

She was tighter in the anus. No surprise there. He started out at half the speed of his vaginal efforts. He could feel her rocking into him, so he knows she wants the plunging, not the touching or licking. She likes it hard.

He speeds up, and he can tell right away that she prefers it faster, so he keeps the stroke count high as he settles into a nice tight fuck.

He could use the screen in front of him to watch porn, but he closes his eyes instead, and thinks about what she might look like.

She could be a ginger. Sometimes they are not freckled on the bum? He admits to himself that he doesn’t really know, so he imagines a reddish blonde, with athletic (small) tits. The bit that he can see is muscular enough that she could be a runner or a swimmer.

Her movement matches his, so he picks up the pace, and she does too.

The movement on her side is very subtle. She can only shift minutely, but he can still tell that she is pounding back, the best that she can.

He knows that he only has another 5 minutes, so he lets her cooperation take him to the level that he needs, and he cums in her for the second time.

When he pulls out, he drops back down to see her anus and vagina while they are recovering. He wants a hint as to where she likes his tongue or his lips, but there is nothing. She just likes the cock!?

“Thank You,” He murmurs again, and he gives her a parting kiss on the labia, and he dips his tongue into her puss for a final taste.

The lights start blinking to let him know that his time is over, and he will be hit with a big surcharge if he doesn’t exit the cubicle in the next 60 seconds.

The computer would remind him if their optics revealed that he was leaving anything.

It was time to go home.

“Sorry I’m late, I know, I know, but I had to stop at a comfort station,”

He had to tell her right off or it would become an issue when she saw it on the account.

“That’s fine hun, you finished the project right? You have a few days off don’t you? We can go up to the cottage like you promised?” She needed the stress relief too, and a week at the cottage was probably something that she needed more than him.

“Oh, yes. We nailed it into its coffin, and I can give you my total focus for the next week, but I just don’t want you being surprised that I hit the comfort station again.” He had to admit that this whole ‘honesty’ thing that we learned in our mental health sessions was working much better than trying to keep secrets.

“Okay, I will just submit for a few extra hours myself, so we don’t get dinged.” She is such a good partner, and understanding too.

“I will get a nice bonus, so you don’t have to,” He prompted, just as a courtesy. He knew she wouldn’t mind getting a good fucking herself, but she had to put in two hours for his one, which hardly seems fare, but that’s the Government for you.

They were wise to finally give Women the right to their own bodies. So they could really participate in the economic value of their beauty. Men have been using their muscle to maintain their economic superiority for far too long. But, of course, with the right to sell their own bodies came the social stigma of being a whore, so measures were put in place, and the Government paid for those measures with a piece of the pie that we all call taxation.

“No, I’m happy to add even a few extra hours so we can afford the cottage and other niceties like premium entertainment and instant free delivery.”

The week at the cottage was spectacular. The sex was great too. He dedicated himself to giving Sim the best orgasms that he could. She kept herself very trim and desirable, and sometimes he thought it was all for him.

The comfort work that she did on the side required that she stay thin enough to fit in their cushioned comfort berths. If you don’t stay thin you can’t extend your torso through the comfort port far enough for it to bağcılar escort seal, and keep your identity a secret.

She did keep one secret from her husband though. She was putting in extra hours to pay for a breast augmentation, with the hope of becoming a second stage Nubile Girl, where her client would get her all of the way to her chin. These implants are undetectable to the eye or the touch. They use actual muscle cells that they grow from your own body! They do expert work on the nipple too, never losing any nerve connections, and they can even increase your sensitivity if you want.

It would be another shot to the relationship, as she gave more of herself to her work, but Scott gave his all at work too, so he would just have to accept the fact that she was in demand too.

Only bigger cities have stage 2 Nubile Stations. In rural areas it would be impossible to maintain anonymity if the client could explore the body, all the way to her chin.

Of course there was always phase three of her plans, so she got on her knees to deliver the best blow job that she could. Scott was not a big guy, so he didn’t challenge her much. She pushed him as far into her throat as she could, but he just wasn’t long enough to really teach her a thing. She would have to invest in one of those training cocks, to see if she can get it down her throat and eventually advance into the top ranks of the comfort girls.

They showered together and he pushed her against the glass and pressed into her ass much harder than normal.

“Wow, what was that about,” She asked as they dried themselves. “You haven’t fucked me that hard since graduate school!”

She thought about graduate school again and wondered if maybe she should have continued to her Doctorate, but she was already sick of studying and memorizing and reading, she just wanted to live!

“It was the Comfort Girl. She wouldn’t cum for me, until I hammered her hard,” He sighed.

The sigh was a big mistake. Just making an observation can be forgiven, but the sigh?

“So now you’re dreaming about the Comfort Girl when you have my entire body to enjoy?! Fuck!” She was pissed off, and he had to eat her pussy for an hour before she ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him hard against her clit, which he dutifully lapped with his tongue until she burst into a sweet orgasm. She even squirted a bit for him, so he was very happy, and ready to plunge into her if she had forgiven him.

“All right, but you don’t cum until I say so,” she demanded. He hates it when she does this, cause she will make him fuck for hours without relief, but he deserved it. So far she has never left him hanging, but what kind of man would he be if he had to jack off after servicing his wife for two fucking hours!

The technique does work to make him cum that much harder, but he always needs a nap after so much sex.

There was a comfort station in the small resort town on the West side of the resort, so Sim entered her bio in the registry, and sure enough she had a customer at noon.

She entered through the Government Admin Office. The door clicked open from her biometric touch and she pulled the bolt across, though she knew it was not needed.

She disrobes, knowing she has 20 minutes, and she will be alerted if her client gets there ahead of schedule. She likes to get naked, though she could just pull her slacks and panties off, it makes her feel sexier if she takes it all off. I mean, sure she’s going to work, but she did not need to dislike her work, and she never did.

Sim pushes her pelvis into the sharing slot, pushing her legs up the wall and behind the two security braces. Her knees were now on either side of her face, but she is trim enough that it is not uncomfortable. She reaches down and grips the hand holds on the floor under her bench. When she pushes into the slot a little further the top shifts down and clamps her into place making it impossible to see past the shroud, but also very hard to move. Her pussy and anus are now for the customer, her client for the next hour. Maybe more.

When the centerpiece shifted down and locked on Simone, it also unlocked the door and turned on a light above the door, to notify the customer that a comfort girl was ready for him.

Sim put her earbuds in, and turned her music on. She felt the guy or woman licking her labia, but she wasn’t really in the mood right now, so she looked at her emails and thought about where she would get Scott to take her for dinner tonight. Then, maybe the Opera or the Ball Game. Both are in town.

She felt the cock tapping on her clit, and realized that it was a man, and she should pay attention for a minute. Sometimes she needs to shift her puss a bit, especially if he’s short.

He finally settles into her slit but with just the head of his cock. He just stopped, with the fat head of his cock in the throat of her cootch.

Finally Sim pushes into the cock, just the fraction that she could, ümraniye escort using the hand holds to help her press into the customer.

He started up right away, as if she had pressed the start button. He brought the tempo right up to a real hammer level, so Sim stayed focused on her lover. He was longer than Scott, and though the cock head was big on Scott, the girth of the shaft was much bigger on this guy. Spreading her vagina so far made her juice up, as a natural reaction.

“Oh, God,” Sim called out, though the customer probably couldn’t hear her.

She started to pump into the slit, unable to move more than that quarter inch was so frustrating! Sim played with her nipples, squeezing them and pinching them.

Her fucker kept going until she vibrated into a deep orgasm that she shouted her way through.

“Holy Mother of God! Fuck, FUCK, FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed as she came on the customers cock.

She was just getting her breath back when the client contacted her with the non gender voice.

“The client would like another hour, please confirm by clasping the handles.” the computer asked.

“I don’t have another hour, I’ll have to pass,” Sim announced.

She felt the tongue pierce her anus, then fingers were in her snatch, playing with her clit.

“I said NO,” she announced, enunciating each word in case the computer misheard her words.

The cock pierced her pussy, but it was just to steal the lubrication. He pulled out and immediately went to the anus and pressed with his entire body, forcing it into her bum.

She couldn’t end the session now. If the centerpiece unlocked the customer would be looking right at her, and she at him which was totally inappropriate and maybe even illegal.

She sent a text to Scott that she was running late. She wanted to be honest, but it would be difficult explaining why she decided to work while they were on vacation. He would think that she had a lover, which officially was not true.

The anal was not Sim’s favorite. She wished that he had a vibrator with him, but the guy had not come prepared. Still, she didn’t have to wait long before he hammered his second load into her tush.

When he pulled out he didn’t just leave. He started lapping at her vagina like it was his water dish. He started flicking her clit with his fingers, and Sim toppled into an orgasm of pure lust. She was now undulating in the throws of a full orgasm.

She heard her phone accepting the extension on her Comfort Girl App. as her lover licked her clit until it stood bulging upwards. He continued to excite it while it swelled with the influx of blood, then a strong thin cord was wrapped around it and her swollen clit was captured. The orgasms would continue.

When Sim regained her senses she had been released by the centerpiece, but she still hadn’t withdrawn from the comfort slot. The door would stay closed automatically, so there was no hurry.

Sim felt very sore on her clit. She had been rubbed for so long that she could still feel the tongue. It made her wet when she thought about it, so she decided she had better finish the vacation with a vigorous night of passion with Scott.

The final night of sex was idealic for Scott. Sim was becoming so adept with her mouth that it was easy to forget about penetration, but he did do doggy style and Sim was able to lean back and let him play with her tits while he still jammed into her from behind. All things that you couldn’t do with a Comfort Girl.

“Why don’t we use my bonus to get you those premium breasts that you deserve,” Scott whispered while he lay there spent.

Her heart soared with the offer.

“I will work extra hours too hun!” She promised her husband, but she was thinking about how wonderful it was going to be, to have her tits worshiped and made love to, while she had hours of sex. She wasn’t too old. She still had time to become a level two and then… she could suck cock! The Comfort Girls dream job.

Sim had her breasts done on the first weekend of November, and it only took a week for the flesh to become a lifelong part of her body. They increased her size quite noticeably and all of Scotts friends were instantly jealous, as were Simones friends for the opposite reason. They knew that their spouses would want to visit a Nubile Girl, like Scott got to do every night.

Sim almost doubled her income overnight, with a level increase that paid 50 percent more, and made her more popular.

Her first day, she had to have instructions in the new stations and the new equipment.

When she gets to the cubical she has to remove all of her clothes and place all of her belongings in the locked cabinet. Then she would place her head in the yolk, and fasten the shroud that pulled up and over her chin, making everything accessible to the client, except her face or her identity. Still full anonymity, no guilt, no humiliation, just unbridaled enjoyment of the flesh. These meetings were all controlled by computer, so there was never two on one, or even worse.

When the contract was finished there were dressing rooms for the clients, so they left the Nubile Girls to remove themselves and go to the private shower and dressing rooms. The entrance and entry were cleverly nested in a hallway with a corner. No one could guess who the girls were, as the entrance was controlled by bio-identifiers on the Nubile Girls.

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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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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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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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