Dan Treatron shook his head. What in the world was happening? He took a step out of his back door, and he was suddenly in a huge forest. A forest of gigantic trees like he’d never seen.

A turn around showed him that he was no longer at his home. He still had his hand on the doorknob, there was just no door!

Dan’s mouth dropped open, pulling his hand to his face, he could only stare at the knob in his hand. A moment later he heard his best friends, the twins.

“Dan? “Where are you dude?” came Ella’s voice.

“I swear I saw him step out the back door,” came Bell’s voice.

“Can you hear me?” Dan yelled, not really expecting them to answer.

“Yeah, where the hell are you?” Ella yelled.

“Not really sure, I stepped out the door, and I’m,” Dan paused. “Not really sure where I am.”

“I’m telling you I saw him go out the back door,” Bell said.

“Alright, alright,” Ella replied. A moment later a blond, tall, extremely beautiful, well-endowed female suddenly appeared. “Dan?” she said as she stared at him. “Is that you? Good god! You’re ripped as hell! What happened?”

Dan looked at his thin chest and arms, which were no longer as he remembered them. Holy shit he thought his arms were those of a life-long body builder. His washboard abs surprised him the most.

He then noticed that Ella’s body was losing all her fat as her chest and ass became perfectly shaped. Her hair had a shine that was unnatural, with her arms bulking up.

Less than a minute layer minute later her sister appeared an almost copy of what her sister had been. At least for a few minutes ’til she also started to change as her sister had.

“What the hell!” Bell shouted. “I didn’t ask for a total makeover!”

Dan also noticed that a wave of water was washing out from her. Then an upset Ella had flames shooting out of her fingertips.

“Dan! What in the hell have you done to us!” shouted both females.

“What!? Why are you blaming this on me?” Dan nearly shouted in shock.

“You’re the one that’s into all that weird shit, witchcraft, occult, supernatural, you should know!” Bell said.

Dan could only stare at them, his mouth ajar. “I thought that both of you were witches. Both of you having the elements that you did.”

Both females’ eyes narrowed as they stared at Dan. “How the hell do you know that? “We’ll have to kill you now for that knowledge!” Ella said as she pointed a hand at Dan.

A huge torrent of flame shot out of her hand; enveloping Dan. Dan crossed his arms in fro0nt of himself as the flames covered him. A sudden wave of water covered him, then covered Ella.

Sputtering Ella was lying on the ground trying to catch her breath. “NOONE hurts my sister!” Bell screamed as she let loose another huge wave that threatened to drown Dan. A flame shot out from him that grew hotter and hotter ’til all the wave dried up.

Bell blinked. What the hell?! Dan didn’t have power. Here he seemed to have not only hers but her sister’s also.

Bell ran to Ella, stumbling as she went. “Sister, are you alright? What did he do to you? I’ll kill him!” Bell said, her fruy growing.

This time, a titanic wave started to fall upon Dan. His mouth dropped open as he crossed his arms again. An even hotter and broader wave of flame shot out from him, closing in on the water user.

Dan saw that it was gaining on Bell far faster than he thought it would. “NO!” Dan screamed as he felt the flames start to die as they crept close to Bell. Bell screamed a moment as the flames died, and she was left there panting, slightly singed.

He looked at both females, swearing that he could feel a wave of hostility coming from both of them. With a sigh, Dan turned and started to walk away, not wanting to hurt his friends.

He was barely out of sight when he heard Ella yell for him. Dan shook his head as he kept going faster, deeper into the forest.

Ella had managed to get to her feet as she checked her sister. The amount of flame she’d seen should have incinerated her sister. If Dan was as evil as she thought he was, then both of them should be beyond dead.

She watched as Bell’s healing ability was making her skin beautiful again.

“I’m going to kill him!” Bell groaned as her eyes opened.

Ella shook her head, “That might be a terrible idea. His second use of the same elements we use, were almost twice as strong as ours. You really want to go up against that much power?”

“WHAT! No, they were not! I am far stronger than that, I,” Bell stopped and dropped her head as her sister shook her head no. Bell sighed, then nodded, “So what’s our next move?”

“Obviously, he is stronger than most mages if he is one. I’ve only met ten that could use two powers of the elements at the same time. One of those was a very old archmage. Several were very high mages. Though, I have never seen them have a doubling of their casting. As for what we need to do, we have to find him and apologize,” Ella said.

Bell was quiet for a few minutes, then sighed, escort şişli nodding her head. “Alright, I can barely detect him though. There are also a great many elemental magic users here.”

For a moment, Ella had a look of concern on her face as she touched her sister. Her face relaxed as she shook her head.

“They haven’t the power to beat us, at least I don’t think so,” Ella said.

They both headed out in the same direction that Dan had. Ella shook her head. There was hardly a trail, since when did Dan have woodsman skills?

A great distance ahead, Dan was moving at a great clip. He looked at all the trees he didn’t know, as well as the birds. Well, he thought they were birds.

He didn’t want to, inadvertently, kill anything or one if he could help it. He was still moving forward rapidly when he heard a scream.

He crept forward, looking through the tall bushes. In shock, he saw a lovely, tall female with light skin and pointy ears.

The female had a wicked-looking sword that she was swinging at ten green-skinned beings. What the hell Dan thought Goblins? He shook his head as he watched as the female managed to slice one of them.

At her feet was a male that looked a lot like her. He didn’t look too good with slashes across his chest and arms. The amount of blood he was losing wasn’t looking good either.

Then the strangest thing happened. The grunts and squeals started to make sense. “You will make a great taste in the stew pots. “Your death will help his family to enjoy your death!” the leader of the Goblins snarled.

Dan’s anger started to grow to an almost furious level. Pointing a finger at the leader and the one next to it, great flames flew out of it. The two he’d pointed at were suddenly on fire, then dead.

The other seven jumped back as two more were suddenly on fire, then as fast dead. The last five started to scream about magic users as they hauled ass as fast as they could.

The female sighed as she looked at the bushes where Dan was. “I thank you great mage, please,” she started, then stopped short. “But you are a human! I haven’t seen one of you in over five hundred years. How is this possible?”

Dan smirked at her as he walked out. “How is he?” Dan asked, shocking the female even more.

“You…you speak the sacred language of my people. No human has ever spoken it. You more than honor the people of the forest,” the female bowed to Dan.

Dan blushed as he tried to bow to the female as she walked to where the male was. A gasp arose from her as she stared at Dan.

She looked at the male as a few tears fell from her eyes. “Elven tried to protect me. I am afraid that my brother hadn’t enough skills. Nor am I afraid that he ever will,” this last, almost a quiet whisper.

Dan felt a great sadness move through him as he touched the badly injured male. At that moment, his hands started to glow as he reached down, touching the worst cuts. Almost immediately, the cuts closed as the bleeding stopped.

Again, the female’s mouth dropped open as all the cuts were sealed up, all the bleeding stopped. Dan then reached in feeling where the cuts above had harmed many strange feeling organs. As soon as he felt them whole again, he nodded to the female.

The female could only stare at Dan, her mouth still hanging open. Dan turned toward her, chuckled a moment, then reached out and closed her mouth.

“I hope I did enough to aid him. He had a great many cuts within,” Dan said.

“I… I am sure you have helped him, though he is the healer, not me,” the female said, still in shock.

Dan nodded, then noticed that the male was breathing a great deal easier. “Do you require help getting him home?” Dan asked, then had to touch the female to get her attention.

“Yes please. I find that my strength is greatly depleted,” she said as she looked at the prone male with loving eyes.

Lifting the male, they traveled through the forest for over an hour before they came to an area with all the buildings in huge, great trees. An almost scared shout sounded as soon as Dan came within sight.

“To arms we are under attack!” The shouts sounded, then a huge number of warriors appeared with knives, swords and magic.

Dan looked at the female, backing away. “This way they will not harm you as they come after me,” Dan said a sad look on his face.

At first, they attacked in mass, though this was fruitless against Dan’s shield. Then they all stood aside as an older white-skinned, pointy-eared, much older male stepped forward.

“You are far more powerful than you appear. You also appear human, something that is impossible,” the male said in broken English.

“I am, as you can see,” Dan said in the older male’s language. “Though I did not expect the reception that I did. Since I am not welcomed, I will leave. Though I hope that all I did for Elven was enough to help him. I am not a good healer yet, also he was attacked by goblins a few hours from here.”

With escort mecidiyeköy that said, Dan turned back the way he’d come and started to walk away. “Wait!” a familiar female voice shouted, stopping him cold. Turning, he saw Elven’s sister running towards him.

“I wish to thank you, please stay with our family,” she said. “My name is Tygan, please stay.”

Dan looked into her eyes, seeing the sincere gratitude there. “I would if I could, though, as with most of my short life? I do not stay where I am not welcome.” Dan turned to the Elder, “Those that wished me ill, shall feel the pain that I did. I was rebuked by almost everyone here, for no reason than I am different enjoy the pain that you gave me.”

With that, Dan turned as there was a great crying out of pain from almost all the small town. “What is your name?” Tygan asked.

With a sigh, Dan turned toward her with a small smile. “Not that it matters for the moment, it’s Dan, Dan Treatron.”

Dan then turned and disappeared through the trees. Tears fell from Tygan’s eyes. She’d remember forever. She’d remember. Turning back, she could only stare at all the people that were on their knees. The pain and tears falling from their eyes.

She could almost smirk at what they were feeling. A few hours later, the one healer they had confirmed that her brother was almost completely healed.

“He said he wasn’t a good healer yet. This is as good as almost any healer could do. It is amazing how deeply Elven was healed. It was truly a masterful healing,” the healer said.

“Yes, I would agree with you,” Tygan said, a hint of awe in her voice.

We will meet again, Dan, this I swear on my magic’s soul, Tygan thought to herself.

Not far behind Dan, both females were hot on his trail. Bell was feeling bad that she had driven Dan off. He was, after all, an untrained wielder.

Ella wasn’t sure if they could get Dan on their side, not after their response to his magic. At least she hadn’t tried to kill him, thus he hadn’t tried to off her.

Still, she thought, they had a lot of apologies and reparation to him. If he was what she thought he was, then they would have to tread lightly.

For the moment, he had two elements of magic. As easily as he had acquired them though, the others were close. If he indeed got all twelve of them, he’d deserve more than their respect.

Ella shivered as she thought of one possessing all twelve elements of magic. They would be unstoppable it had taken the intervention of several gods to stop the last one.

A sigh escaped her lips, the way Dan was would he be able to retain the honor that she knew was his make-up. Ella bowed her head as they stopped near, was that an Elfen town? Good god it was! Though she could sense that he was no longer here.

They had turned to go in the direction he had when they were startled by a soft feminine voice. “So you seek him also? What do witches wish with a human? He is far more powerful than you are, though I sense that you already know that.”

They both turned in shock to see a lovely, tall female with light skin and pointy ears. Both had their magic up both’s hands, manifesting their power.

“Who the hell are you?” snarled Bell. She then fired a pinpoint wave of water at the elf.

The elf female held a hand up as a light portal appeared the water passing through. Another portal appeared behind them, the water falling harmlessly behind them.

Bell snarled as she was about to launch another attack, then stopped when Ella placed a hand on her shoulder. “Be still sister, you know of Dan, I take it?”

The elf female’s eyes got large for a moment, then she nodded. “So he is known to you. Ah, I see that your power has increased some. Not a lot, but better than it was. You are both actually a threat now, good. He’ll need that when we are by his side.”

Ella hesitated a moment, then extended her hand, shaking the elf’s hand. “We are twins, though only in looks. We are from the same world as Dan. We attacked Dan like idiots, though my sister did it twice.”

Bell lowered her head in shame, “I want to make it better. I would never have done that to him. I am ashamed.”

“We just have to find him, then we can be of greater help to him as he can to us. As I said, both your abilities have increased somewhat. He can help all of us,” Tygan said.

All three of the females nodded to each other as they set out after a wayward Dan. He had a good start on them, though at the moment he was wondering.

Dan kept going toward what he felt was pulling at him, then the pull was getting a little stronger, though not much yet. Dan shook his head trying to clear it. This wasn’t natural, he thought. I need to go the opposite direction.

This seemed to make the compulsion three times stronger, enough to make Dan mad as hell. A fact that ten minutes later was apparent. He came across fifteen green-skinned, large-eyed beasts with twin tusks.

They escort taksim all grunted as when they saw him, they roared with a blood lust as they pulled old rusty weapons rushing toward him. Growling, he released the fire magic he’d been holding back.

The first five vanished as if they didn’t exist. The next five were shadows of incinerated ash. The last five were set on fire as they managed to scream before they fell.

The noise attracted a bigger number of green beasts. Still angry, Dan released another wave of flame almost twice as large. Ten vanished at the front, ten turned to ash behind them. The next ten screamed as they were ignited, then dropped.

Dan heard shouting as he then heard the sound of large feet retreating. Grunting, Dan sat on the ground again, the compulsion pulling at him even harder.

Growling and getting angry again, he started to push back. Dan could swear that he heard several voices scream as they tried to hold him.

Dan sighed as pulling almost completely stopped. Listening Dan, could her more of the green beasts returning? OK, he thought it was time to end this, he thought.

As he expected somewhat the green beasts came through the bushes. Dan was beyond angry now, he’d been holding the magic ’til now. Releasing it, forty vanished in the front, another forty were left as ash behind them. The last sixty or so were incinerated within seconds.

Shit he thought as he listened, then he went through the bushes they’d come from. He found an almost completely abandoned camp.

The only life was three females that were in cages. One was a dark-colored female that looked like Tygan. The second appeared to be a cat woman. What the hell? The last seemed to be made of stone.

The dark woman looked at him, shock apparent on her face. “A human? What in the pits of despair! You need to leave before they return. “They will destroy you,” she stopped, staring at Dan. “By all that is unholy! What are you? Your power is greater than I have felt in five hundred years!”

Dan just shrugged, then snatched the locks off the cages, then turned to walk away. He’d almost made the tree line when he was tackled by two bodies. He looked back, seeing the Golem whose skin was soft. On the other side was the cat woman.

Both were almost crying as they hugged him tight. The cat woman’s gray fur was warm against his skin. The female Golem’s soft gray skin pulsed against him.

“You’re just going to run off and leave us here?” the dark-skinned female said, a look of anger on her face.

Dan could only stare at the three females. “I thought that you’d be happy that you were free. What,” Dan started, then was interrupted.

“We are far from home; we were dragged around ’til they stopped here. I am sure that the Orcs were going to use us. You saved us, we owe you our lives, and you act as if they are nothing,” the dark-skinned female said as her eyes glowed red.

Dan sighed, “The last two times I tried to accept female company, the first time they tried to kill me. The seco0nd time her town tried to kill me. As you can see, I am not having a very good day with females. So forgive me if I am not that trusting of female company!” Dan shouted.

He tried to get up, unable to move with the two female bodies on him. Then, to make matters worse, the dark female sat on him.

“Accept that we are going with you, or we will not move!” The dark female said with a smirk.

Dan sighed as he stopped moving. A moment later he said, “Okay, let me up before I pass out from lack of air.”

The cat woman and Golem both got off giggling. The dark female smirked and arose.

“I guess we need to get the three of you home then. “Who is the closest?” Dan asked. The dark woman looked at the Golem.

“Ok, which way?” Dan asked as they all pointed north.

A shake of his head, they headed out. Less than an hour later three more females stopped where Dan had been.

“There was a battle of sorts. Dan was extremely angered. I am feeling at least a hundred and fifty dead orcs. It also appears that his firepower is five times as powerful.”

“Hey,” Bell yelled. “There are cages here, three have the locks broken, Dan?”

Tygan looked at them, then nodded. “We are closer. If we hurry, we might catch up with them. It appears there are three besides Dan.

Ella and Bell nodded as they started to move faster. Bell and Ella were still trying to figure a way that Dan would forgive them.

Tygan smiled as she felt the conflict between the other two. They were witches after all, so they had their magic to fall back on.

Tygan could feel that they were finally gaining on them. She was getting more excited the closer they got.

They had been going an hour when she started to feel Dan clearer. She could see that the two witches were feeling him also.

They all started to move as fast as they could. The pace they were pushing was starting to tire them out. Finally, another hour had them just out of sight of them.

Bell and Ella were about to break out into a run when Tygan stopped them. Something was wrong, she said then they heard the sounds of battle.

They crept just behind where the sounds were coming from. Ella and Bell’s eyes went wide as they saw what appeared to be hundreds of goblins moving in on Dan and three females.

The third night with him is no less enjoyable than the previous. My instincts lead me, and he follows willingly and easily. I bring him to my secret glade, deep within the wilderness. We huddle together and kiss. Summer is in its prime, with the sun barely creeping below the horizon leaving its golden sheen on the clouds at the far edge of the world. Coupled with a full moon, it is as close to daylight as I will ever see. I can clearly see his fatigued face, less handsome but beautiful in its admiration.

“I had a hard time escaping this time. They are beginning to ask why I sneak out every night. I fear that they suspect. But nothing can keep me away from you, my love.” I try not to acknowledge the sword resting in the moss by our side

I am on a rapidly increasing curve of desire and seek nothing but his love and caresses. The exhilarating feeling of lust and promise of sex fills me with butterflies. At the same time, I know my effect on him is nothing natural. His sickly skin is a stark reminder, but his lustful, staring eyes tell me not to care. We should not keep this up, is my last thought before surrendering to his shivering touch.

He is more forceful and fervous than before, pinning my wrists to the ground with his strong hands. I know I can easily break free, but I do not. I relish in the fantasy and surrender to his masculine aura. He pounds me again and again at an almost desperate pace. I scream and moan with each thrust. My tail writhes like a snake beneath us.

His release comes so heavily that I can feel the force of his bursts filling my inner crevasses. The flow of energy makes me come, and I bury my nails in his back, tearing bloody streaks across the muscled skin.

—–

My new life amongst the fairy-folk was very different from my former, but I eventually found it was not as dreadful as I had feared. Most of my contentment came from Skuld, who turned out to be the most wonderful fiancée I could have imagined. It was a delight to see her every morning with her wonderful smile and playful mind.

Still, I longed for the open wilderness and my home. I knew I had no choice but to stay and tried to accustomize myself with the way of life in this underground dwelling. With time I learned about the geography of the kingdom, which was an overwhelming maze of passages and caves, with halls that would fit my entire homestead, thousands of feet across.

Rivers, lakes and wells provided water, and the most trusted trolls were allowed outside to hunt or forage for food, which was evenly distributed amongst us. I tried desperately to be allowed to join the hunting parties, but they would not even show me the way to the surface. It seemed I would be distrusted no matter what I was doing, and I had the feeling this was more than just a personal grudge. Trolls hated humans.

It became clear to me that I would never be considered their equal. A lesser being. They would harass me and treat me with contempt for the rest of my days here. No one wanted to be my friend, and the girls made fun of my small stature. I was sure Skuld bostancı escort saw me in a similar fashion, although she bravely tried to conceal her disappointment with her new betrothed. Compared to the trolls, I was tiny and weak, abilities disdained by my new people.

Burr used this for all it was worth and made me the center of every joke. He would give me a “friendly” pat on the back, shoving me face down into the mud, or giving me tasks I would never be strong enough to accomplish. All this to mock and humiliate me. Still, I was promised to the King’s daughter, and that gave me some relief from the worst of the harassment.

My only solace in this gruesome time was Skuld. She would take good care of me whenever I was at our home. I knew she could not defend me in public, as females were seen as even lesser beings than myself. But she comforted me and always made me feel better, if not good. Her stunning beauty was almost enough to keep me from regretting this life. The beautiful, perfectly shaped body made me react with desire every time I laid my eyes on her.

The first evening, after she led me to her new home, she would not let me touch her. But over the following days, as she got to know me better, I found she eased up a bit. Our mutual experiences as lesser residents grew into a strange kind of bond. Often, we would chat and cuddle up in bed, but although I yearned to taste her body, she would not let me. I knew she had hoped for a strong and handsome troll, but she was stuck with this lean, weak, human boy. My desire for her was still strong, and it became a torment for me to live with her and know I would never have her, neither physically nor emotionally.

As I was chatting with Skuld one night, I tried to explain to her that I would never run away and asked her why they would not trust me. We had become close over the weeks, and through our little talks found that we had a number of small things in common. I began to relish these moments as a form of substitute for my unfulfilled desires.

“It really is quite simple. You are not like us, and as long as you are perceived as human, you never will. The distance and distrust between our peoples are simply too great. We have always been part of different realities.”

“Is there really nothing I can do? I only want to be accepted and become part of your community. I know that I will be a captive here for the rest of my life, but why can I not at least be allowed a better life than this?” I realized my unintended insult the moment the words came out, but she did not seem to catch it.

“There is one thing. But it will require much of you. You will have to die.”

“Die! That is your solution? I die and you get to marry the big, strong Burr?”

“Do not be silly. I would not marry that vile pest for anything. He is notoriously bad tempered and has been known to beat his late wife. Some say that is the reason for her being ‘late’.”

“Oh. I did not know that. He is a vile one, but I keep hearing how strong and powerful he beykoz escort is. And I see how the other women look at him. Though I know you have a kinder heart than them. I am sorry, Skuld. I did not mean to presume anything. But you must understand me. I do not want to be a distrusted outsider here for the rest of my life. If I am to stay here, I need some sense of worth.”

“Then you must die. Only then can you claim a new form, more fitting for one of my people. More fitting of my future husband.” She gave me that warm smile that always seemed to melt away my troubles. “You must become a troll like the men of the fairy folk.”

“Become a troll? That would indeed require much. I am not sure, Skuld. I am afraid that I would seize to be myself.”

“You do not understand. You would not lose that kind and caring soul of yours. You would merely enter a new body, not become a different person. Trust me.”

She laid her head in my lap, allowing me to stroke her long, beautiful hair. Her smell, and the warmth of her breath against my thigh made me wish for her happiness beyond anything else. I realized that since I could never be happy here, I must do whatever made her happy. Tears trickled over my cheeks and dripped from my chin into her hair as I made my decicion.

“I will do it. If not for me, then for you, Skuld. We must make the arrangements quickly before I change my mind.”

“First thing tomorrow,” she said, before raising her head up to my level.

The kiss she gave me was like nothing I had ever felt. Full of passion and some new sensation I had not seen in her before. Her lips were so soft that it was like kissing a warm summer breeze, ripe with the smell of flowers and honey. She pushed me back on the bed and lay herself on my chest, her tail wrapping itself around my waist. No one said a word, and the kiss lasted an eternity, all the while increasing our lust.

Her hands nimbly removed my clothes, and I lifted her light, flaxen dress up over her head. It was amazing to see her sitting there naked astride my body. Her breasts were so round and firm, without the slightest sign of sagging. It was as if they defied gravity. The slender belly hinted of the tight muscle underneath and at the same time had an even roundness. Her crotch was covered by a tiny patch of fur, pointing like an arrow over her mound and the intoxicating sight of her barely opened crack, glistening with moisture. I could see the edge of her inner labia further down between the soft, hairless skin of their neighbors. The legs sitting on their knees were just as sleek as her mound and shone with an even glow as if her skin was painted on her by a master artist. I knew that I was powerless to resist this amazing wonder of nature and allowed myself to be filled to the rim with desire for her.

As I steered my manhood in her direction and approached the wet crack, she bent her head back and closed her eyes in anticipation, releasing a long, soft moan. Her body lowered itself down on me in one even motion until I felt kurtköy escort her weight on my belly. Her hips and ass began moving slowly in circles. All I could do was to hold on to her hips and let the feelings flow through me as she did all the work.

After a blissful eternity of grinding, she raised herself on her knees again and hung there for a while, relishing in the desperate look on my face as she held the tip of my cock touching her glistening opening. Wickedly smiling, she sat down hard, and I once more felt the surges of sexual desire gain control over me as though I was a string puppet. Every inch of motion made my mind and heart race, and I felt the energy surge along my shaft. She continued the same motion over again, every time with a slight pause, cunningly smiling at my expression of torment.

I stared dreamily at her eyes, seeing her completely lost in passion, but smiling every time she locked her gaze with mine. Her beauty made the breath halt in my lungs, and the butterflies churning in my belly was almost too much to bear. Neither of us made any loud noises, but moaned constantly, letting the other know exactly what we were feeling. I could see her cheeks blush and her eyes glazing over as she let herself loose control and approach climax. As the moment came, she stiffened and tightened every muscle in her body. Her rhythmic movements became spasmic and erratic. The walls of her vagina clamped my cock as if she was reining me in like game ready for slaughter, willing me to come inside her.

And come I did. Like a sudden torrent gushing down on a summer day, releasing my huge load deep inside the warm cave of her crotch. I knew that it was impossible to even contemplate resisting. She had stolen every ounce of control from me. Her pussy clenched my cock firmly in place as if by her hand. Again and again, I shot waves of hot cum until there was nothing left inside me. Fatigue gripped me instanty, and I felt utterly spent but deeply satisfied. She kept moving her hips as waves of orgasm washed over her. I could only lie still and gaze at her marvelous and ecstatic beauty, stripped of constraint. At this moment, it was as if I could see into her very soul. The girl I saw before me was the true, natural Skuld, as innocent, wicked and real as a child.

She really deserved to have the man she wanted. I realized I harboured no fear due to my decision. I was truly glad to go through the change for her. I realized for the first time that I might become happy here. Happier than I had ever been in my former life. I had found the two things I had searched for all my life.

Devoid of energy, and still heaving for air, I drifted into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

—–

The moon is high in the night, partly covered by drifting whisps of pitch-black clouds. Something large sweeps through the dense canopy above us. I stare into the sky and listen to his heavy breathing, laced by a rasping sound in his throat. Nothing stirs, except for his heaving chest. In contrast, my head is clearer than ever, and thousands of different thoughts flow through my mind. Full of life and vigour, I roll over and look at my lover.

“Sleep, dear. I am right in doing this to you?”

He reminds me of Skuld. I used to lie like this, studying her innocent face as we lay below the canopy at night, hiding our desires from the underworld below. She truly loved me then.

Mira walked down the hall, with Sophie and Allie following behind her. She diligently checked for traps and disarmed the ones she came across. They made slow progress through labyrinth-like corridors, but every step forward carried them closer to the end.

“Huh? What’s that?”

Mira stopped and narrowed her eyes down the hall. A small portion of the wall had caved in. A small hole in the rubble led deeper into the wall and twisted away.

“Oh, I know this,” Allie said. She skipped up to the gap in the wall and looked back at the others. “This is a broken stairway. I think we could ascend to the previous floor if we wanted.”

Mira blinked in surprise. “A way out…”

She stepped up to the broken stairs and gazed deeper into the winding hole. It was narrow, but they might be able to squeeze through. There was one issue, however…

“Do we really want to leave the others behind?” Sophie asked.

The question hung in the air for a few seconds before Mira shook her head. “No, we can’t leave just yet.”

“It’s also, like, suuuuper far up to the surface. This is floor 999, you know?”

A chill ran down Mira’s back at those words. At this depth, it could take several weeks to escape the traditional method. However, there was also another option.

“If we can steal the dungeon core, we could teleport ourselves out in an instant.”

Sophie nodded, and Allie’s expression brightened.

“That would be sooo fun. We could all become dungeon masters and make our own floors.”

“No.” Mira shot the idea down immediately. “We have to hand the core into the guild. Also, it’s said a contract with a dungeon core will erode the souls of humans. We wouldn’t live for very long if we did that.”

Allie clicked her tongue, but relented. “Fiiiiine. If it’s to spend more time with you, Mimi, I’ll give up my dreams.”

“You only came up with that dream just now,” Mira sighed and shook her head. However, she felt a wave of amour push through their shared senses.

Through her and Allie’s cursed rings, Mira felt everything Allie did. As Allie gazed at her with wide eyes, Mira felt a strange warmth fill Allie’s chest, along with a stirring in Allie’s loins. A wave of arousal flooded through their shared perception and Mira stiffened up.

“Uhm…” Took a deep breath, taking a moment to get ahold of herself. She pushed Allie’s arousal to the back of her mind and cleared her throat. “Ahem. Let’s uh… Let’s keep moving.”

She continued down the hall and kept her mind busy by looking for traps. Allie and Sophie followed after her, but they didn’t make it too far before they ran across another distraction.

“Ooh! What’s that?” Allie pointed down the hall.

A small wooden shop stood up against the wall. The item stand had various things laid out on the table, and two skimpily clad Succubi stood behind the counter. One had pink hair and the other had blue hair.

“Kiki, Cici, Hi!”

Allie ran up to them and Mira reached out to stop her, but gave up. “There could be traps, you know?”

“Don’t worry. If it’s Allie, she can handle it,” Sophie said from next to her.

“I think that confidence is a little misplaced…”

Mira hurried after Allie and checked for traps along the way. Fortunately, there were none, and they all made it to the item stand safely.

“Long time no see, Allie, Mimi.” Kiki greeted them.

“I see we have a new friend with you today.” Cici flashed a smile in Sophie’s direction.

The two Succubi were Docile-type, meaning they wouldn’t attack and were relatively weak. One solid punch could return them to smoke. However, most adventurers didn’t bother killing such harmless demons.

“It’s been too long!” Allie smiled and ran around the counter. She gave each of them a hug and a deep kiss on the lips. When she finally stepped back, she beamed up at them and blushed.

Mira’s own cheeks burned as she felt Allie’s lewd kisses on her lips. Allie’s arousal spiked as well, but it wasn’t as bad as when she had breathed in the aphrodisiac mist. Mira gently pushed the sensations from her mind and addressed the two Succubi.

“What are you two doing here? I thought your usual haunt was that gaudy room with all the pink.”

“Well, we also run a small item shop.” Cici gestured over the items on the table.

“Would you like to buy anything?”

Mira looked over the items, but shook her head. “We don’t exactly have money…”

The items included some half decent equipment and magic items, but she doubted they would part with them for free.

“You don’t have to worry about that, silly.”

“We’re Succubi, you may pay with your orgasms.” Kiki bit her lip and looked Mira up and down.

Mira’s blush deepened and she averted her eyes, gazing over the table. “Fine then, how much for those boots?”

“These come as a set. Strength Enhancing Boots and Gloves. They double the user’s power and speed.”

Those were quite rare effects. They easily outclassed any equipment Mira had used before. “How escort beşiktaş much did you say they were?”

Kiki smiled and leaned forward. “Why don’t you buy them and find out?”

Mira swallowed and averted her gaze, looking back down at the items.

“H-How much is it for that dress?” Sophie pointed at a piece of red silk cloth folded up on the table. Her own clothes had been lost along the way, so it made sense for her to gravitate towards a replacement robe.

“This is a one of a kind, Red Silk Virgin Killer Dress. It’s said to double the wearer’s charisma and confidence.”

“I-I see…”

Cici wandered around to the other side of the counter and sauntered up to Sophie’s side. She placed one hand around Sophie’s waist and took Sophie’s hand in her own.

“Why don’t you give it a feel? Isn’t the silk so soft?” She guided Sophie’s fingers over the velvety red fabric, and Sophie’s blush deepened.

Mira averted her gaze and looked back at the strength-enhancing equipment she had picked out. The shoulder-length gloves, and the thigh-high boots both reflected the light off their glossy surface. She subconsciously imagined the shiny leather against her own skin, and her blush deepened.

“I think these would look great on you, Mimi.”

“O-Oh, really? I dunno…”

Allie leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “The thought of you wearing them really turns me on…”

Another wave of arousal washed through their shared senses. However, it was Mira’s own. She fidgeted in place, staring down at the leather gear.

Allie giggled and continued. “I want to come against your leather-bound thigh… Won’t you push me up against a wall and get me off? Like you did last time?”

Mira turned a deep crimson, and as Allie’s arousal joined her own, the last of her willpower crumbled away. “Fine. I’ll take them!”

“Good choice!” Kiki smiled.

“U-Uhm… I’ll take this one as well…” Sophie huffed for breath. Behind her, Cici had one hand between Sophie’s legs, fingering her from behind. Her two fingers slid in and out of Sophie’s sex, and she blushed while looking down at the dress.

Mira’s heart pounded at the sight. Suddenly, she became all too aware of their precarious position. These were Demons. The Succubi were trying to seduce them, and Allie was helping their efforts. However, as Kiki stepped up behind her, and placed one arm around Mira’s shoulders, Mira’s heart wavered.

Cici led Sophie away by the hand and guided her up to the wall. Sophie glanced back at Mira, then averted her gaze.

Allie stepped back and sat down atop the item table. She grinned back at Mira. “I’ll watch from here, Mimi. Put on a show for me.”

“Don’t worry, Mira would be delighted, wouldn’t you?”

Kiki smiled down at her, and Mira’s heart dropped at the sight. She felt the beautiful Succubus’ charm grip her mind, but she was powerless to resist. Docile-type Succubi were supposed to have the weakest magic of any demon. However, Mira felt herself giving into the knowing gaze of the blue-haired seductress.

“Of course…” Mira whispered under her breath. She lowered her gaze and her ears burned even hotter.

Kiki guided Mira up to the wall and leaned her against it. “Just relax, sweetie. You’re going to enjoy this a lot more than I am… And trust me, I love this job.”

Her fingers slid down Mira’s belly and brushed over her slit.

Mira bucked against the fingers, but Kiki’s fingers perfectly matched her movements. She pushed back against Mira’s clit and rubbed the sensitive button in a slow circle. Instantly, pleasure rushed through Mira’s sex and she cried out.

“Oh, fuck…”

“You’re so cute, Mimi!” Allie watched her, and Mira felt their arousal mix into one. Allie’s arousal from watching, and Mira’s arousal from being watched.

Kiki just laughed and continued stroking. She pinned Mira’s hips against the wall and stroked her clit in a steady rhythm. “Do you really enjoy being watched that much? I can feel your arousal, you know?”

“Don’t say it…” Mira mewled. She covered her face with one arm, but she still felt Allie’s gaze on her. Allie was enjoying the scene, and that knowledge fanned the flames of arousal building within her. “This isn’t right…”

“What isn’t right?” Allie grabbed a dildo from the item table and pushed it inside herself. “We both love this.”

Mira cried out as she felt the dildo enter Allie. She clenched her sex, but it wasn’t her body being penetrated. Instead, Allie relaxed around the dildo and slowly stroked it while watching on.

“Allie… Wait, if you-” Mira’s breath hitched as Kiki ground down on her clit.

Kiki slid her finger down and slipped between Mira’s lips. The length of her finger ground over Mira’s sensitive bump, further drawing out moans from her. Then Kiki slid her finger back up, wetting Mira’s clit with her own arousal.

“Ahh! Allie!”

Mira cried out and squirmed her hips, but Kiki’s hand matched each escort nişantaşı of her movements precisely. She didn’t let Mira escape from the pleasure and only sped up her fingers in response.

“That’s perfect, Mimi. You’re doing great, ah…” Allie sighed as she slowly stroked the dildo inside herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she quickly opened them again to look back at Mira. “I love you so much.”

“Ah!” Mira felt another wave of arousal and amour wash over from Allie’s side. “I feel like I’m gonna go crazy! It feels so good!”

“It’s fine to go crazy every once in a while,” Kiki whispered in her ear. “It’s okay to indulge yourself…”

Kiki wiggled her finger back and forth over Mira’s clit, swishing from side to side over her sensitive bump.

Mira threw back her head, moaning and crying out. She still felt each slow thrust of the dildo inside Allie, and Kiki’s fingers multiplied the pleasure. The pleasant sensations swirled into a confusing haze that whited out her thoughts. All she could think about was the aroused fire burning between her legs.

Across the room, Sophie was in her own predicament. Cici kneeled in front of her, licking and tonguing her sex. Sophie’s hips bucked against the wall, and Cici grabbed them, squeezing her face deeper into Sophie’s folds. With two arms around Sophie’s legs, she pulled the former priestess tight as she drove pleasure into her hips.

Sophie’s moans mixed with Mira’s and they looked at each other.

At the sight of Sophie, plunging into the depths of depravity, Mira’s own heart wavered. The pleasure in Mira’s hips spiked and she cried out.

Kiki’s fingers sped up again, matching her arousal. She swished back and forth over Mira’s clit, sending her brain spiraling in pleasure. Mira opened her mouth in a silent cry, unable to even moan. As the intense pleasure washed through her, then she toppled head first into orgasm and screamed out.

“Oh, gods!”

“Mimi!”

Allie came at the same time as her, and Mira felt the two orgasms hit her at once. Her head spun in confusion as their two bodies’ worth of pleasure flooded her brain with dopamine. Time seemed to freeze, then she bucked her hips.

“AhHgGh! Ah! Allie!”

“Mimi! Oh god, you feel so good!”

Kiki continued wiggling her fingers back and forth, driving the orgasm to higher heights. Every new wave felt better than the last, and sparks of light filled her vision. She gasped for breath while writhing against Kiki’s hand.

“Oh gods! Oh fuck! Allie!”

Mira panted for breath, barely holding onto consciousness. Just as she felt she would pass out, she pushed past the peak of the orgasm. Each new wave grew less intense than the last, and Kiki slowed her fingers.

“Oh, gods… Oh…” Mira shuddered as the last of the orgasm faded away. “Wow…”

“Don’t think I’m done with you…” Kiki leaned closer and grabbed Mira’s chin. She pressed their mouths together in a kiss and her fingers rubbed suggestively just above Mira’s sex. “I have a lot more fun planned.”

As Kiki broke the kiss, Mira panted for breath. The sinking feeling once more filled her chest, and she shuddered again. “How did I let it come to this..?”

In the background, Sophie’s screams picked up in frequency. Her moans filled the air, and Mira heard her topple into her own mind melting orgasm.

They had walked right into these two Succubi’s trap, but Mira was helpless to resist. Instead, she felt a longing for more wash through her. As Kiki’s fingers brushed over her lips, Mira’s knees trembled and a flicker of anticipation flared to life in her belly once more.

—

Brill panted while watching the screen. “What are those three doing..?”

“Are you jealous?” The blue-skinned Demoness grinned up at Brill from between her legs. With her enlarged breasts, she still stroked around Brill’s cock, and Brill barely suppressed a shudder of pleasure.

“N-No… Of course not! Who would be jealous at… at…”

Brill trailed off while watching the screen. Sophie toppled into a powerful orgasm and her hips bucked against the Succubi’s mouth. Her back arched off the wall and her face twisted in clear pleasure.

“Mmh!” Brill mewled, squirming her hips.

The Demoness’ slick breasts slid up and down her shaft in a steady rhythm. At the same time, the Demoness lowered her black-painted lips and kissed the head of Brill’s cock. Each movement sent waves of pleasure tingling through her cock, but it wasn’t enough.

Brill teetered at the edge of orgasm. No matter how she moved or twisted her hips, release would never come. All she could do was bask in the slow drip of pleasure the Demoness fed her.

She felt herself nearing the edge again, but the Demoness slowed her strokes, and Brill let out another squeak of frustration. “I’m not so sure about this…”

“Just tell me when you’re satisfied, and we can return to our little game.”

Brill’s emotions swirled in confusion. escort etiler The ‘game’ was her only chance of escape. If she could conceal her pleasure, and trick the Demoness into pushing her over the edge, she and her entire party would be free’d. However, the ‘game’ would have been just as frustrating, and her heart sank at the thought of trying to hold back her voice.

“Ahn! Oh fuck. It feels so good!” Brill cried out and bucked her hips. The thought of holding this pleasure inside sounded worse than torture. All she wanted to do was bask in the pleasure and come.

“How much longer would you like this break to last? Five minutes? Ten? I’ll switch back to my hands once you’re satisfied.”

Brill shuddered, and let out a frustrated mewl. The Demoness breasts, squeezed around her cock, sliding up and down her slick. She had to stop eventually, but the Demoness’ chest felt too good.

“F-Five more minutes… Then I’ll get wits together and beat you once and for a-all…” Brill trailed off at the end, and her eyes fluttered. The Demoness slowly swirled her tongue around her glans, sending another shudder of pleasure through Brill.

“That’s perfectly fine. You’ve been such a good girl, playing my game. You deserve this much, right?”

“Y-Yes!” Brill reflexively cried out as The Demoness squeezed her breasts tighter. The speed of each stroke increased and sent Brill careening towards the edge. “Gods, yes! Don’t stop!”

However, just as she reached the edge, the Demoness slowed down the pace. She loosened her breasts and slowed down to a gentle rhythm.

Brill shook her head as she teetered near the brink of climax. A frustration crept into her chest as she felt the orgasm slip away, but behind that was the anticipation for what came next. This wouldn’t be the last time the Demoness let her feel so much pleasure at once. If she could just hold on to her wits, she’d feel even better.

“F-Five minutes…” Brill whispered to herself. She would just indulge in this teasing for five more minutes, then she’d worry about escaping again. This was just a break so she could gather her wits.

“Five more minutes…” The Demoness whispered back up to her. Her black-painted lips twisted into a grin, and she bounced her breasts around Brill’s cock once more.

—

Sophie pressed her palms flat against the wall. Her hips bucked against the pink-haired Succubus’ tongue, and the pleasure swelled within her. The Succubus’ nose flicked over her clit while her tongue dove deep into Sophie’s sex and ground up against her G-Spot.

“Oh…” Sophie said the word with a shudder. The Demon’s sinful tongue easily pushed her over the edge, and her eyes fluttered in satisfaction.

The orgasm washed through her, and she stared down at Cici with a shaky smile. The pleasure felt so wrong, yet so right. Allie had gently guided her through countless climaxes, but as Sophie met the Demon’s mischievous gaze, it felt completely different. It was like Cici knew exactly how conflicted she felt and enjoyed every moment of her confusion.

“Ah…” Sophie let out a sigh as the waves of the orgasm slowed once more.

She had felt so many climaxes, yet Cici never slowed down or stopped. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but Cici’s tongue began to move once more.

“Ah! A-Again?” She almost protested, but as the Succubi’s nose flicked over her clit, a fresh wave of anticipation washed through her. “Please, let’s make this the last one…”

Cici just laughed, and the hum tickled Sophie’s sex.

“Mmngh!” Sophie mewled and bit her lower lip. Her entire body arched against the Succubi’s tongue, and she rose onto her tippy toes. Warm arousal flared in her loins once more and she cursed under her breath. “Oh, fuck.”

Sweat beaded on Sophie’s skin and her disheveled hair clung to the side of her face. The countless orgasms filled her body with exhaustion, yet her mind still welcomed the pleasure just as eagerly as the first.

Cici wiggled her nose back and forth, and Sophie moaned again. Her impossibly long tongue thrust deep into Sophie and squirmed inside her. It licked up and rubbed against Sophie’s G-Spot.

Already, Sophie felt the next orgasm building inside her. Ever since Allie used that magic vibrator on her, her body had become strange. The fog of arousal never left her mind, and her body had grown far too sensitive. She hadn’t had many orgasms since becoming a priestess, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to come this easily.

“Fuck! Ah!” Sophie toppled into the orgasm and grabbed Cici’s pink hair. She pulled the Succubi’s face tighter against her crotch and screamed out. “I’m coming!”

The waves of pleasure crashed through her hips, but Cici didn’t slow her tongue. She continued licking against Sophie’s G-Spot and flicked her nose over Sophie’s clit, sending oversensitive-pleasure crashing through hips.

“Oh, gods… Ah! Oh…” Sophie cried out and her hips twitched uncontrollably.

Eventually, Cici’s mischievous tongue slowed and let Sophie come down from the orgasm. “You were quite tasty,” Cici said.

The pink-haired succubus stood up and leaned up against Sophie, pinning her to the wall. She lowered her pink lips to Sophie’s ear and whispered her next words. “Won’t you consider becoming our pet? We would love to tease you even more…”

Driving back home, he cashed the check but kept the money thinking about what he was going to spend it on. It was a lot of cash, but there was the thought about how his luck was still there for the day. He thought about lottery tickets and then about how he did today, wondering if his luck was all used up.

The fear crept in that he was done for the day and if he pushed his luck something bad could happen. Paul then thought about Amanda and Sandra and how both of them were kinda sorta in his life. It was flirting with Amanda and a sexual encounter with Sandra, but he still had a feeling about seeing her again.

Then he wondered if he had to pick which one was hotter and knew Sandra was more exotic and Amanda more local. Both had a nice set of tits with Amanda’s being a tad bigger, but Sandra’s more firmer from what he assumed since she didn’t take her bra off. Both had a perfect ass, and a beautiful look. The choice was almost impossible, and it all depended upon preference of the moment.

Needing a restock on gold, he looked up a coin store that dealt in collectible coins as well as gold and silver. Regular change worked, but the idea gold worked better came to him with the casino win and fucking Sandra too. The store offered collectible gold coins and silver ones that ranged from a few hundred to thousands.

Not wanting to spend too much on a single coin, Paul decided on regular gold coins that were only valuable for their weight in gold. Thinking that Tyche did not know the value of rare coins and went only on the gold content, he picked up five single ounce coins.

There was still money left, but not much after buying the coins. He then got something to eat and went home to rest after a long day. The statue of Tyche was there as he left it and seeing it brought a warm reminder that she gave him the luck that he could only dream of.

The next day was a fresh start and the plans of how to use the coins with the statue came to him. He thought about using all of the coins at once and trying his luck doing something random. Spending ten thousand on coins and hoping for the best also seemed scary since it could mean that he won something or something happened that would not recoup the price he spent for having the luck.

Ideas came into his head all at once and it was so much to think about with what ifs. Still wanting some luck for the day and not having a definite plan, he took out a single gold coin and put it into the basin of the statue. “Goddess Tyche, thank you for my good luck. Here is my offering.”

The gold coin vanished into nothing as he felt the nervous excitement of something good that was going to happen today. It was a piece of solid gold and not some random pocket change. It was about a little less than the amount he put in before he went to the casino and knew that fate was going to be big today.

Wanting to celebrate with Jake and having other friends over, he texted his friends inviting them over to drink and relax. His new job was starting soon and there was enough in his bank account to reassure him everything was going to be great. The unknown good luck he was thinking about was like a burning excitement in him.

His phone buzzed away with everyone telling him yes and that they had the free time to come over. Paul loved that every single one of his good friends was going to make it and thought he would pick up all of the beer and snacks for tonight too.

It was early, but not too early when he got in his car and drove to the supermarket. Pulling right into the first vacant spot he thought about how his luck was coming in small waves with his friends saying yes and getting the best parking spot right away. It was costly at a single gold coin, and he wondered if there was just going to be a hundred small instances of luck or a big moment of luck.

Once inside, he piled a few cases of beer in the cart and then began to find the right snack foods. Just as he was pushing the cart to cashier, he felt his cart being hit by another cart. He quickly looked at the cart that smashed into his and saw a small girl pushing a cart and was barely able to see where she was going.

The smacking sound of metal against metal rattled the little girl as she had a horrified look on her face like she did something dreadfully wrong. Just as he looked at the little kid, he saw her mother rushing over. She had a baby in her arms and was looking worried like either someone was hurt, or she assumed he would be upset at her daughter for hitting his cart.

“I am so sorry,” she said quickly. He heard it in her voice that she was being honest and genuine about her apology.

Paul was never into shopping and hated to go to the store but did like it every so often as some of the women who shopped were attractive if not downright hot. This mom was no exception as he could see there was more to her than a baby in her arms and a small kid pushing a cart into his. She had on a simple white sweatshirt that did its best to hide her large chest, but he could see kadıköy escort she had a very large set of tits that she seemed to not want to show.

Her dark brown hair was put up like she was rushing to get out of the house but still looked attractive. She had no makeup on, but her natural beauty didn’t need it. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties but had this natural gorgeous look about her like she didn’t have to try to be beautiful. Her face had a flawless timeless beauty to it that drew in his gaze like she had some mythical power of beauty.

“I am so sorry,” she said using her hands to move the cart away from his.

It was a normal accident and nothing out of the realm of everyday occurrence in a supermarket. Paul thought back to when he was a kid and the trouble he caused his parents and knew this was a no big deal moment. The look on the little girl was that of shock and sadness that she hit his cart making him think she really thought he would be mad at her.

“Ohh, it’s nothing.” He smiled back and diffused the situation with a big smile on his face looking at the girl.

On any other day he would have just walked off and went about his normal day. This was not any other day and Tyche owed him good luck and great fortune for his offering today. Chasing fortune or luck resulted in not having it or not getting lucky. When luck came across him, he knew that it was Tyche giving him his fortune and that he needed to be bold and take it. There was no way that a super-hot mom just ran into him and that this was a gift from Tyche.

Random acts or small accidents happen all the time, but Paul had a feeling that this one right now in the supermarket was not some random moment. The kid pushed the cart into his and he could see the mother was not some old hag or ugly fat girl, but a woman that was overly gorgeous. Her face told him everything about her beautiful looks and that she was wearing simple clothes, hiding herself and wearing no makeup like she didn’t need to be enhanced in any way.

As the woman moved the cart away to leave, Paul knew he needed to act. “You wanna get a cup of coffee or something?”

It was a pickup line that had no flare or thought and was as basic as they come. He could see that in her cart were basic items for kids and figured that she was not looking to score some random man at a supermarket. It just came out, but he hoped that it would work since fortune was on his side.

“Me…you want to get coffee with me?” she responded, looking dumbfounded as he knew either it was his pickup line was that bad or she didn’t expect him to do it.

Not letting the moment go and knowing that luck was on his side and wasn’t wasted yet, he countered, “Yes. You probably need a break. You don’t even have to leave the store.”

The supermarket had a Starbucks in it, and he looked at her and then over to where the Starbucks was. Her expression went from shock to a small smile. “I guess. You don’t mind two kids with us though?”

“Not at all. I will get them something too,” Paul offered, smiling at the one girl who still had a guilty look on her face.

“Okay.” The woman smiled and took over steering the cart from her daughter and began her way to the coffee stand in the store.

Following her lead, Paul could not help but look at her ass since she wore leggings and was in front of him. This mom of two had both hips and an ass on her. Her backside was wider than some small petite girl and had meat on it, but only in the right areas. She didn’t have a fat ass, but just a bigger ass that had real curves to it. While Amanda and Sandra had tight bubble butts, this mom had a perfect large ass that was made for men who wanted bigger.

He let her and her daughter order first and then he did while making sure to pay for everything. When he got his drink, she was sitting down at a small table for two and her daughter was at a separate table by herself. Paul made a few funny jokes about his past and the girl smiled and acted like she was forgiven, and nothing happened.

Dating a mother was not something he ever did or thought about doing, and yet he found himself sitting across from this hot mother of two. As she sat and took her first drink while holding her baby, he finally could see more of her well-endowed chest and then looked away not wanting to be caught. Paul knew that his ex-girlfriend was stacked, but this mom was on a different level when it came to breast size as she had bigger tits than any of his exes.

She took a sip of her drink and then smiled at him. “I am Lindsey…you are?”

“Paul. Sorry, I should have introduced myself before,” he apologized, smiling back at her still wondering what fate had in store for him and loving that he was just going with the flow.

“You normally ask women for coffee while shopping?” she asked, still smiling wide like she told a funny joke that she couldn’t stop thinking about.

It was an honest question and normally he knew that ümraniye escort he would play it cool and just have small talk. This was new territory for him as he knew that this was the first time he ever tried to hit on a single mom. With her two kids being right there, he could feel the uneasy tension in him building that he was about to make a giant move by openly hitting on her and that it could lead to disaster.

When she asked if he normally asked women for coffee while shopping, Paul thought back to his luck and fate coming at him and pounced. “I only ask woman who are really hot.”

She stopped drinking her coffee and gave him a look of pure disbelief and put her hand in front of her mouth. She then moved her hand and had a shy but joyous look. “Ohhh God…that was forward.”

Paul saw his opening and decided to go further like stomping on the gas of a race car knowing it was either going to speed ahead or spin the tires going nowhere. “It is forward, but you are really beautiful, and I was hoping we could hook up.”

It was the most blatant line for asking for sex he ever spoke, and the stunned look and silence on her face said everything. She then smiled wide and looked over to her daughter. “Baby…go get some of that cereal you like so much…the one that I said no to before. I changed my mind.”

He watched her daughter scurry off holding her little cup of hot chocolate and feeling that she was either going to say something bad to him or accept his open proposal for sex. She looked over and saw her daughter in the aisle and then looked over at him with a smile. “Wow…that was bold.”

“Well…you are…” he said again before she held up her hand stopping him.

“Stop…stop. If we are going to do this, then we are doing it at my place and not your apartment or trailer. You’re really hot yourself and I haven’t had sex in a while…so yes.”

He looked over and saw her daughter coming back with a box of cereal in her hand. Lindsey then looked over at her daughter smiling as she put it in the cart and sat back down. She then looked back over to him. “Let me pay for all of this and you can follow me.”

Of all the moments of good luck and fortune, Paul could not believe that he was about to follow a mother of two kids back to her house and fuck her. She had to be a few years older than him but not by much. At first glance he thought she was poor and needing a man, but when she put her groceries in a brand-new Range Rover, he felt like the poor guy in the situation.

Like she instructed him, he followed her thinking that this was a turn of events he was not expecting. He had beer in the trunk for a house party with his friends and now he was driving to a woman’s house he just ran into in the supermarket to have sex with.

She pulled into a rich neighborhood, and he instantly thought she was not some single mother but probably a married woman who wanted to fuck a single guy. Paul assumed she was horny because she was neglected by her husband since she had two kids, with one of them a baby. It was an odd feeling, but fate handed him a hot mom that wanted to fuck him, and it had to be one of the easiest hookups he could imagine too.

As he passed streets of mansions, an eerie feeling came to him that he was in over his head with this. She pulled into a long driveway, and he saw that her mansion was even bigger than the others they passed. There was no other car in the driveway or the garage which made him think that maybe she was single. The chilling fear still lingered that her husband could come home and catch them, but he knew fate wanted him to go through with this.

Helping her with her groceries, she handled her kids as he scanned the pictures on the walls for any signs of her husband. There were nice paintings and lots of family pictures, but he could not see a picture of a man with her or any wedding pictures that he knew a family would have up.

As her daughter was not around, he saw her walk to him with the baby still in her arms. “Let me put him to sleep and then we can do this.”

It was an odd yet exciting feeling as he walked into the living room after she left thinking that he was in some strange woman’s house to fuck her, and she had to take care of her kids. Looking around more, he could easily tell that either she or her husband had some serious money. Everything he saw looked high-end and very expensive.

Lindsey walked in a couple of minutes later wearing a t-shirt now instead of her sweatshirt. Paul could not help but ask as his curiosity was going wild. “Are you married?”

She gave a disappointed look. “Was. We are separated and will be divorced soon if you want to know…so he won’t be coming home to catch us if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

Seeing her there with a t-shirt that easily showed off what he could tell was a massive set of tits that she could not hide now, he could feel his cock start to stir. Her hips had an hourglass look, and her body had this ataşehir escort natural amazing look to it making him feel puzzled about how she could be getting divorced.

“I had to ask…I didn’t want to mess around with another man’s wife…but then can’t help but think he must be an asshole if you are divorcing him.”

She smiled and walked closer to him, putting her hand on his chest. “You are sweet. He wanted to be with a younger slut at the office that looked like a swimsuit model and not a mom that just had two kids.”

“What a dick,” Paul said without thinking as he couldn’t image a man leaving a woman that had his kids and was gorgeous in her own right.

“Enough talk about him…let me see your dick,” she purred back as he felt her hand move and touch his member.

“Ohh shit.” Paul smiled as he felt her hand grabbing his soft member though his jeans. Her being aggressive was not what he expected but something he knew he found sexy.

“I haven’t been fucked in a long time…so I want you to go slow at first, but after that, I want you to pound me hard. I want you to fuck me really hard too,” she replied in a sultry way like she was hornier than he could ever be.

Paul knew right away that fate didn’t just give him a single mom to bang, but a hot mom who wanted to be fucked hard and was not going to hold back. Tyche had provided and he knew not to waste any of his reward with questioning her anymore.

Moving closer he embraced her face and put his lips right on hers. She moved her tongue into his mouth, holding on to his face while letting him push his tongue against hers. She then moved her tongue hard against his and shethen pushed her tongue exploring into his mouth, taking over the kiss. She then moved him over to the couch like she was in charge.

She broke the kiss and pushed him down on the couch so that he fell right on the soft cushion of the couch. “Let me see your dick. I want to see your dick.”

Pulling his jeans down to his ankles, she got on her knees ready to suck on his dick. He liked how aggressive she was and stripped quickly feeling his erection ready for her. When he got down to his boxers, he pulled them down as her hand went to his shaft holding it like she was the owner.

“Ohhh, you do have a nice dick. A really nice dick,” she commented smiling wide as he watched her move her lips to the tip giving it a sensual kiss.

“Fuck,” he moaned out softly as he then felt her lips engulf his crown and take him in.

The sensation of her lips moving up and down his shaft put him in a mental space of pure ecstasy. He watched her move back and forth faster and then slower before swirling her tongue around the head like it was candy to be tasted. Just as she sucked the head of his cock, she moved back down almost taking his entire length in before retreating and doing it again.

Paul thought back to the blowjobs he had in the past and knew that this mom of two was giving him the best head of his life. She was taking him deep and then pulled back using her tongue to swirl around each time and then play with his sensitive crown. He could feel his member pulsing wildly ready to explode only to calm down as she moved up and down fast simulating sex with her lips.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Paul gave in and moaned hard and long, feeling his manhood act like a steel beam and yet like a bomb ready to blow.

She pulled away and then stood up. “I don’t want you to cum yet. I want to fuck you.”

“Okay.”

She reached to her shirt and pulled it up and over her head revealing her massive set of mommy tits held back by her bra. Seeing her with a bra and leggings on only made him wonder how he questioned his preference of what was beautiful. She didn’t have a completely flat stomach like Amanda or Sandra, but the little extra weight had this sexy look to it. There were post pregnancy stretch marks, but he couldn’t help but feel that they looked attractive in a way.

Thinking back to his ex-girlfriends and lovers, he never was with a girl that had a larger cup size than a D. When he saw Lindsey before him wearing only a bra, he knew that she was packing way more and was on a cup size way into the letters of the alphabet. She had a plain bra but just looking and thinking about what they were holding in made the small tease worth it.

“We can fuck right here but you can’t be too loud,” she said and then went to pull down her leggings.

When she bent over to get her leggings off, he saw her large hanging tits being displayed to him while still being held in place by her bra. She lifted her body up and he saw her pussy before him with a small spot of hair that wasn’t completely shaved. It was not overly hairy but had enough to be noticeable.

She stepped closer to the couch like she was going to get on him and still she held back from taking her bra off. Thinking that he would be robbed of seeing her massive tits made him say, “Take your bra off.”

She gave a concerned look back. “You may not want me too. I am still nursing, and it leaks when I get excited.”

There was no way that he was not going to see her big mommy tits and the thought of her lactating was erotic as he saw it in pornos but never in real life. It was a fantasy he thought he would experience later in life and now it was being offered to him in the most grand fashion.

Chapter 7: Blind (18+)

Bianca was extremely tentative as I knelt down on the ground in front of her. Moreso when I started to untie the laces of her boots. Every time I peeked upwards, Bianca almost seemed obligated to look anywhere in the room except for me. That was fine. As long as she didn’t make a move to stop me from sliding off one of her well-worn brown leather boots and then the other.

She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands. She opted to hold them against her chest while I slowly reached for her waistband and undid her belt. There was only the tiniest noise of instinctive protest when I hooked my fingers under the fabric and gently started tugging her pants and panties down together. She stifled that noise as quickly as she made it. If that wasn’t a sign to keep going, the way she wiggled her hips to ease my effort in undressing her gave me all the permission I needed.

I couldn’t imagine that the stone bench in the underground training room was warm in any capacity on Bianca’s bare butt, but she made no complaints. When her bottoms were held in my grasp, I balled them up and placed them on the bench beside her. I turned my attention back to Bianca- or rather, her nude legs clamped together so tightly that if I stuck a lump of coal between her thighs she’d press it into a diamond. The only thing I could see was the bottom of a smooth, toned stomach and the very top of the muscular ‘V’ that dipped down into her pelvis. If her thighs didn’t block the view, her hands now placed in her lap hid everything. I risked a smile.

“You know, it’s a little hard to get you off when you’re all closed up like this.”

“I… I can’t.”

Immediately, warning signals flashed in my head. Not good. She was thinking too much. I was going to lose her before I even got a chance to begin. I laid a hand on her knee. She was frantically looking everywhere but me.

“Hey, it’s okay to be nervous. It’s natural. Just breathe.”

“C-Close your eyes.”

“Huh?” That raised an eyebrow. Bianca squirmed.

“I can’t do this with you… looking at me.”

I paused, gave a short chuckle and leaned back a few inches. “Oh, I get it. I’ll do you one better.”

Bianca seemed unsure when I started to unbutton my shirt, but didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at the corners of the room. Soon enough I had stripped my top half just as bare as her lower. I wasn’t certain if Bianca had turned back to look at what exactly I was doing, since I draped the wet shirt over my back and wrapped one of the sleeves around my head before tying it in a rudimentary blindfold. Even after I opened my eyes, all I could see was blurry white fabric.

“There. Now I can’t see you. I can’t see you, your reactions, your body, or even if you’re staring at me right now. You could ogle me all you want and I’ll never know.”

I could only imagine that she was. After all, I was now topless and kneeling in front of her. Having my shirt get drenched in cold water made sure that my nipples were very awake and ready to play. Bianca was getting one hell of a show.

Bianca didn’t say anything. I gingerly reached forward and placed one hand on either of her knees. My actions must have bore fruit given the fact that there was only a little bit of hesitation before her legs parted. I scooched forward to slide myself into the gap. As my hands ran up Bianca’s inner thighs, I could feel goosebumps scratching my fingers like sandpaper. She was so nervous. Despite that, the redhead made no moves to stop me.

I found my way entirely by touch. Fingers slid slowly towards a goal I couldn’t see. Being blind in this scenario made things so much more erotic in a way that I couldn’t quite describe. The best I could assume was that Bianca was staring at my bare flesh but there was no way to have certainty. She could have been ogling or still staring at the ceiling.

At least her hands didn’t seem to be blocking her most precious region. I met no resistance when my fingers gently brushed up against Bianca’s folds. As if contradicting how tentative she had been, her lower lips were covered in slick to tell me how aroused Bianca was. Her gasps rang through my ears as I ran my digits up and down her pussy.

“You haven’t shaved in a while.”

I chuckled while dragging my thumb through the fuzzy patch leading down from her pelvis. Too bad I couldn’t see if the carpet matched the drapes. I assume that Bianca was probably preparing herself to respond to my observation based on her silence. I decided to not give her the chance.

Her thigh muscles tensed as I replaced my fingers with my face, bringing my head into the gap of her legs. This close, I could smell her arousal. I could taste it too. Of course, that was because I planted a chaste kiss on the front of her slit. She was a little bit tangy, with a hint of earthy sweetness. Just how I liked them.

That actually made me pause for a second. Just how I esenler escort liked them? That didn’t make sense. I had never had a hint of oral relations with any woman, either as Hannah or Samirah. The closest I got was Allyah last night and this morning, but she didn’t have the traditional equipment for a woman. In fact, I’ve never gone down on… anyone before now. Even with Allyah. When we got back to my room, she stuck her cock right between my legs and never moved it away.

Yet now, at this moment, I had waves of information swirling through my head. Like a hundred ‘how-to’ videos and an entire ‘Sex For Dummies’ manuscript had been downloaded into my brain. The entirety of Hannah’s and Samirah’s sexual experience boiled down to masturbation, an extremely pleasurable time with Allyah and one instance of abduction followed by rape. Despite that, I felt like I was an expert in the field. I had been doing this for years. I was comfortable with it. I knew my way around any form of genitalia, on any kind of person. I was so good at giving head I could do it blindfolded.

As in, right now.

Thank you, Aurora.

One long lick swiped up the front of Bianca, causing her to shiver. Then another. And a third. Each time, the redhead quaked against my mouth like a vibrating lollipop. I would have expected to feel her fingers in my hair, pulling me further in. I didn’t. Her hands were nowhere to be felt, but I wasn’t going to waste time blindly feeling around for them. I had a job to do.

My left arm slithered its way underneath Bianca’s thigh and looped up to hook in place. Once I was secure from Bianca’s recoil, I reached my other arm up to the bench beside my partner. There was only a little bit of feeling around until I found what I was looking for.

I yanked my satchel down onto the floor- I didn’t care if the leather got wet- and flipped it open to start searching. Within seconds, a familiar-shaped object was in my grasp. I didn’t even realise that I had somehow already undone the button on my pants and pulled them partway down until I felt Oswald’s smooth head start to nudge apart my lower lips. Normally, I would have spent time and made sure I was well-prepared before taking anything, even a couple of fingers, inside of me.

That wasn’t necessary anymore. The instant that the promise of sexy times arose, it had been like a switch was flipped. I went from zero to ‘holy-fuck-I-need-something-inside-of-me’ in less than a second. Oswald slid so smoothly against my lower lips that I could feel my juices running down the dildo and slicking up my fingers- and I hadn’t even put him in, yet.

Once again, thank you Aurora.

As I guided Oswald’s rounded head through my sopping folds, I squeezed my tongue into Bianca. She groaned and shuddered almost as much as I did. Just the thought of the situation made everything so much more erotic.

I was topless, soaked in cold water and blindfolded by my own shirt, while in between the legs of a girl that I had met no more than two hours ago. Holy fuck was it turning me on. The only sad part about it was that the blessing came with a curse. The entire reason this was happening bore a rotten fruit hidden in the flowers.

Mutual climax.

Having the chance to bring this gorgeous specimen to orgasm was marred by the task of ensuring that we were synced. I would have been more than happy to slurp and suckle until Bianca was screaming and then worry about myself later. Just the way she trembled under my tongue told me everything- this girl had a hair trigger.

I gasped into the heat of Bianca’s sex as I shoved Oswald’s six inches down to the base and retracted him just as quickly. If I was going to finish us both off together, I needed to catch up. It meant that I had to fuck myself at full speed while still keeping a level-enough head to make sure that I didn’t actually end up beating the redhead and cumming first, or falling behind and cumming after.

That is, until a devilish thought snuck through my head. There wasn’t anything in my skill stating that we couldn’t try again. Maybe I could mistime everything and cum a little too slow. That would mean we’d have to do it a second time. Or maybe a third. Maybe I could time it perfectly but ‘forget’ to use the skill. Then Bianca would be obligated to try again in order for her to get the bond. I knew she already wanted to fuck me, so having an excuse to keep going would be-

No.

I gripped my fingers tighter around the dildo sliding up and down into me. Even if she wanted it, it was her choice to make in the end. We had a deal- I would give her the bond as thanks for her mentorship. I’d even rigged the game from the start. Showing cleavage, making my nipples hard and soaking my shirt- those were all ploys to brute force this girl into having sex with me by overwhelming her sensitive sexuality.

A sour taste entered my mouth. Not from Bianca- her flavour of sex was bayrampaşa escort almost as beautiful as she was- but rather from disapproval in myself. More than ever, I wanted my first conquest in this world to be Bianca and I wanted it to be real. Not a manipulation. Not a bribe. I didn’t want to trick her and I certainly didn’t want to rape her- even entertaining the thought made bile start to rise in my stomach. I wanted my first encounter to be a mutual agreement built on trust.

Bianca trusted me to apply this bond, so that’s what I was going to do. No ‘accidental’ mistimings or forgetting to use the skill. I was going to do this right. If Bianca wanted to keep going afterwards, then that would be phenomenal. In the meantime, however, I wasn’t going to gatekeep her decisions.

That was good, since Bianca’s breaths started to sound oddly similar to a person getting very close to their peak. I decided to stop using my tongue as a shovel to scoop out her lovely nectar and laxed it as a gentle probing. Oswald was quite functional for a dildo, but I needed more time.

“Ungh! No! Don’t… ohh fuck, don’t stop. Please…”

That worked too.

As erotic as it was to be blindfolded and eating out a girl who was obviously restraining her reactions, hearing her suddenly and so earnestly plead for my administrations was like a jolt of electricity. The heat in my core skyrocketed at Bianca’s begging- but even that did nothing to the hand that firmly gripped the back of my head and shoved my nose so far into Bianca’s short pubes that I wanted to sneeze.

I was lucky that Bianca had a hair trigger, because the arousal of having my partner enjoy my actions so much sent me right over the edge.

I gripped onto Oswald so tightly that my knuckles turned white- not that anyone would be able to tell since I had buried him so deep until my fingers were squished up against my entrance. I shuddered. I shook. I moaned. I cried through my tongue while shoving it as far into the redhead as I could manage. I even brought my hand- the one that was looped around her thigh to hold both of us in place- over and attacked her clit with gentle fingers.

It took damn near every fibre of my being to will Embolden to activate amidst the pleasure racking my body. All I could do was keep up a desperate assault on Bianca while clamping down on Oswald like a vice and begging- no, pleading for Embolden to activate.

I only hoped that I was doing it right. If it required the same amount of focus as spellcasting, there wasn’t a balloon’s chance in a porcupine petting zoo that I would ever, ever be able to activate the skill while orgasming. Surely Aurora wouldn’t be that mean, right? If there was a skill that needed me to be in a… compromised mental state, she wouldn’t make it one that needed anything more than a passing hope to activate.

I hoped.

When the world finally came back into focus, I could feel Bianca’s heels digging into my lower back. Her fingers were clamped tight in my hair, and I couldn’t hear much of anything since her thighs were pressed up against the sides of my head so securely that I probably couldn’t move even if I wanted to. All I could manage was bringing my hand back away from her flower and laying it gently back on her bare thigh. It was a bit awkward to do so while Bianca was practically shoving her pussy in my mouth, but I did my best to lay reassuring kisses against her folds as she came down from her own orgasm.

I could feel her panting since her whole body heaved with her. It was such a shame I was blindfolded- I would have loved to see her face flushed with the afterglow of her climax. Even if I could see it, it didn’t seem to last very long. Bianca must have realized that she was the one holding me in the position since she let go with everything all at once. Her thighs opened up, her leglock disappeared, and the desperate fingers escaped from my hair.

I leaned back slowly, savouring the taste of the redhead on my lips with a smile.

“I think I used it.”

“You- uhh… you did.” Bianca’s voice was barely a stammer.

“You can tell?”

There was a moment of brief silence. My best assumption was that Bianca nodded her answer and realised a few seconds later that I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see her. She coughed.

“Err- yeah. It’s uhh… it’s weird. A feeling in my Awaren’o Cadell that wasn’t there before. It’s… it doesn’t feel like I’m the only one here anymore. Like you’re standing beside me but I can’t see you.”

“On the topic of not seeing things…” I reached up and barely managed to lay a finger on my blindfold before a panicked yelp.

“Wait!”

I paused. If the sounds of rustling cloth and a belt buckle jingling were any indication, I was willing to put money down that Bianca was pulling her pants back on as quickly as she could.

I was right.

When Bianca allowed arnavutköy escort me to remove my makeshift blindfold, she was fully dressed- even her boots were back on. The only indication that anything at all had happened came from the flush in her cheeks. And, of course, my own state.

I calmly but efficiently wrung the water out of my shirt as best I could. That didn’t make it less see-through in any noticeable margin, so I opted to put it in my satchel and instead wear the shirt that Allyah used as a cumrag. It was white, so nobody would be able to notice the smear on the front unless they looked really closely. Even I had a difficult time making them out when I looked down at my chest to see how noticeable they were.

Bianca was silent the entire time I spent fixing my clothing, pulling my pants back up, wiping myself off Oswald and putting him back in my satchel. I stood up.

“Well, thank you. For teaching me and all that. I probably shouldn’t use up any more of your time and I’m pretty sure you want to get back to training as quickly as possible.”

“You’re leaving?” Bianca either didn’t try very hard to conceal the worry in her voice, or didn’t realise just how obvious it was. I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you not want me to?”

“I- erm…” the redhead bit her tongue. “I… of course I want you to leave! I was just thinking about the skill.”

I played dumb. “Well, it says the bond is permanent, so we never have to do this…” I gestured my hands between the two of us to indicate what transpired. “… again. Unless you want to do it for fun.”

“Of course not!”

“Then we have no more business to settle.” I shrugged, trying to hide my desperation. “If you don’t want me around and I don’t need to stay, then there’s no reason for me to linger. You can train all your stuff, I can work on training mine and we both get on with our lives.”

In other words- I thought- If you want me to stay, you have to say it. I won’t decide for you.

For a moment, I thought she wouldn’t. It was only when my hand reached for the door handle of the room when Bianca finally blurted out words.

“Wait!”

I tried not to smile when I turned around. Bianca was still sitting on the bench and wringing her hands together.

“The skill says it’s permanent, but that might mean ‘permanent until you die’. If you go and get yourself killed, I’ll lose my buff.”

“I don’t have any intentions of dying.” I said. I had to stop that sentence early or else I would have probably added ‘again’ to the end. Bianca spoke up quickly.

“Neither does any other Prime that ventures into a Breach, but a lot of them do anyway. They’re extremely dangerous- especially the first few. I can’t risk my buff because you think that you’re ready and went into a Breach only to get torn apart.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence…” My eyes narrowed. Part of it was to mask my grin at her bullshit. The rest of it was because a pang of genuine fear went through my chest at the thought of the dangers my first Breach would contain.

“How… how about this?” Bianca stood up. “I’ll oversee your training. When I determine that you should be strong enough to handle your first Breach, then we’ll go together. That way, I can keep you safe if it turns out you weren’t prepared enough. You keep your life, I keep my buff- we both win.”

“You’re going to train me?”

Despite the residual blush on Bianca’s face, her voice had returned to being confident and strong.

“No. Think of it more as a form of adult supervision until you become competent enough to take care of yourself.”

“Soo… babysitting?”

Bianca’s eyes twinkled. “Actually, I think that’s the perfect word for it.”

Chapter 8: An Innocent Meal

By the time Bianca and I left the Magister guild hall, the sun was hanging low in the sky. Constant training- and of course the pretty girl directing me whom I tongue fucked in the middle of our lesson- had provided more than enough of a distraction for the many hours of practice. As soon as we stepped out of the door?

My stomach growled like a hydra that chugged down a bathtub full of hospital-strength laxatives. Bianca raised an eyebrow.

“I haven’t had breakfast.” I shrugged. “Well, unless I count eating you.”

Her face went red again and her head whipped from side to side to see if anyone heard. As much fun as it would have been to call her out like that, I wasn’t that mean. I made sure that the street around us was clear. Bianca coughed.

“I figured we would keep practicing until you ran out of mana and then go get a late lunch. There’s a pretty cheap place a few blocks down.”

“Ooh, sounds like someone’s taking me on a date…” I teased. Bianca stiffened.

“Hardly. You’re paying for your own food.”

“How about I pay for both of our food and say that I’m taking you on a date?”

Bianca rolled her eyes, but I could still see the faint blush in her cheeks. “We pay for our own food. No date.”

I huffed. “Fine. Do I at least get a tour?”

“A tour?”

“Yeah. You know this place better than I do- especially the Magister stuff. Where’s everything and what does it do?”

“I am not your tour guide,” Bianca said flatly.

Cuckold Kingdom Part One

(c) 2024 by TeddySmutWriter. All rights reserved.

This story is set in a magical kingdom where all the same physical problems with sex are easily managed by magic but the emotional ones are still just as vexing. For various complex social reasons the age of consent is eighteen years and one month. Persons under the age of consent are always somewhere else when sex happens. All this saves a huge amount of words in an already overly long novella.

The milieu is constructed entirely in service to the story so any comments about anachronisms of failure to follow any particular cannon will fall on deaf ears. Get a life.

Those who have read my other works will know I have a type: Exhibitionistic nymphomaniacs prone to snarky dialogue. If I neglect to mention that in the chapter tags, consider it baked in.

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My Nearly Idyllic Life

Tags: First Time, Nonhuman, anal insertion

I’m a princess. My life is an easy one. I don’t have to worry about my next meal or how I’m going to satisfy the taxman. My father, King Andus “The Just” of Fairmantle, owns the taxman.

All my worries are social: Who is saying what about me. Which parts of my wardrobe are out of date. Who would make the most suitable marriage for both myself and the kingdom.

That last one is quite vexing. Now that I am of legal age I have suddenly become bombarded with suitors. Many have sent portraits asking one in return. It would be impolite not to do so. My parents hired the most prolific painter in the Western Kingdoms, Damius, who did do portraits but made his money producing ridiculously erotic tableaux for a certain discreet market. My parents, as proper as they are, were oblivious to this. Otherwise they would not have sent me off to the royal hunting lodge with him when he asserted that he needed someplace to work without distraction.

I knew the moment when Damius took my hand in his long sure fingers and held me overlong that he wanted to seduce me. No, more than that, he wanted to corrupt me. I felt a buzzing in my ears. Magic? Or just my own fevered desire?

He was a tall, lanky man with a long nose, swept back hair and arched eyebrows. His smile was toothy and wicked. His ears had just the hint of a point.

My parents, of course, did take precautions to protect their maiden princess. My personal bodyguards were four very senior and very married veterans: Awer, Ruen, Drimmer and Triq. Four stalwart men who could resist my most powerful flirtations. But even beyond that was my personal companion and magic tutor Lady Deema.

She was married to the Lord High Magistrate for the Eastern Ridings and had three children. More importantly, she possessed powerful magic. I had seen her stop a towering oak in mid fall with just a simple gesture. Any raging monster that got past my bodyguards didn’t stand a chance against her. And I was her avid student.

We had been at the hunting lodge, a sprawling manse of country stone, for eight days now. It had been amusing watching Lady Deema and Damius circle me like a sheep dog and a wolf. My mentor was steadfast in her duties and Damius rarely managed to get past her and only as much a brushing touch or to murmur a saucy question. To date his greatest victory was slipping an intensely erotic novel titled Castaway Countess with a false cover titled Lady Amita’s Guide For Young Brides into my bed.

I loved it. Not just for the dirty parts but also for clever stratagems the protagonist used to achieve her desires.

Today we were in the stables practicing what Deema called the three most basic and useful spells for ladies: Calm, Cleanse, and Makewell.

I was dressed in my split russet riding skirt and matching vest with an off white linen blouse and dark brown boots. My curly dark hair was in a ponytail. I also had on a silver and malachite choker with matching earrings.

Overdressed much? Indeed.

Damius was going to make another of his exquisite portraits. The secret of the artist’s productivity was a minor spell he called Tableau. When the moment of composition and light were perfect he could evoke the spell and set a perfect image in his memory forever. He did not need to come back day after day to get the same light. In this case it was the late afternoon sun descending in a broad beam from a hole in the rafters. Dust motes sparkled in that light. Damius came over a carefully placed a tiny piece of hay in my hair near my shoulder.

“Don’t brush it away.” Damius nodded to Lady Deema who was standing nearby tapping her foot.

“Bring out the horse,” Deema called.

A groom led out a dark chestnut mare with a blaze and one white stocking. The fellow held her lead firmly as she was on the edge of rearing. Some fool had put a saddle over a boil from a horsefly bite. Now she had an awful sore.

I started to approach the poor creature but Lady Deema stopped me. “Remember my dear, first Calm, then Cleanse, and finally Makewell. The formula works equally–“

“–well for horses and etiler escort small children.” I finished for her.

I stepped forward cautiously as the mare rolled her eyes and set her back legs to rear.

I cast the spell.

Only one front hoof came off the ground. Behind me I heard Dameous say “yessss!”

The mare planted all her feet and shook herself. I moved closer and examined the wound. There were flies and dirt and sweat and weeping pus. It smelled as awful as it looked.

I cast the second spell–Cleanse. This did take a small but noticeable time to work. Finally I cast Makewell to finish the task. It was as if the sore had never been. I smiled in satisfaction and offered the beast an apple from the pocket of my skirt. Lady Deema clapped her hands. “Bravo darling.”

“Brilliant!” Damius proclaimed. “This will be even better than the bath scene. Any equestrian suitor will be imediately smitten upon sight of it!”

Regardless of Damius’s opinion, the bath scene was my favorite portrait.

We are civilized people here in the Western Kingdoms. We bathe regularly. That occurs mostly in public bathhouses where whole families bathe together. So public nudity is not taboo when done in carefully controlled circumstances. And, believe me, Lady Deema was carefully controlling the circumstances.

Or so she thought.

The portrait, already done, showed me naked with my hair in a bun getting into the big round wooden tub in the lodge’s private garden. I had “Lady Amita’s guide” clutched to my chest and raft of floating rose petals obscuring what lay below the surface of the water. My face and chest glowed pink. My eyes were slits and I was biting my lip.

In the Castaway Countess there is a scene where the protagonist needed to smuggle gold past the guards of a prison. She had carefully stacked gold coins in an old silk stocking and shoved it up her bum. I just had to know if this was actually practical as opposed the author’s fancy. It was indeed doable and I had thirty-seven gold suns in my bottom as I carefully eased myself in the warm water.

Sun coins are not very large but gold is heavy. The intrusion in my backside was not painful and the weight of it was actually comforting. So it was them and the sheer naughtiness of it all that had me so flushed.

I’m sure Lady Deema knew I was fingering myself gently under the water throughout the bath but said nothing. A quite orgasm in the bath is a Lady’s prerogative after all.

The shifting stack of coins were so nice they still comforted me now as I watched Damius happily measuring and and sketching on his canvas.

Damius turned and stepped close to retrieve his precious bit of hay. I murmured to him “I think I am ready.”

“Where would be the most ironic place to lose your virginity?” Damius asked.

I stood and put a finger to my chin and scrunch my brows into my cutest thinking face. “Hmm… hmm… I know! In a cherry tree!”

So that became our plan. That night after the whole lodge was asleep, we slipped out the back to the old cherry tree I had climbed as a girl.

I climbed to the highest substantial bough and laid back against it, propped my bare foot on a branch for stability, and threw open my night robe to display my body in all its naked glory to the moon and Damius, my agent of deflowering.

Damius groaned “Oh what a pity!”

“A pity sir?”

“I cannot capture this moment for eternity,” he said. “If I do I will lose this afternoon’s tableau.”

A pity indeed, but far less a pity then what I had climbed up here for. I was ready enough to be penetrated–proved by the lips of my cunny glistened in the moonlight. So why hadn’t my need yet been fulfilled? “You see before you all of mine, show me yours!”

Damius released the front flap of his breeches and his penis tumbled out.

I stared. It wasn’t huge, maybe a bit above average per my bathhouse experience. But it was very strange. “You’re not human!”

“Not entirely,” Damius said. “This does not frighten you off, I trust?”

“Will it damage me in any way?” I asked. It was dark and I couldn’t see it clearly but the head was very pointy like a hedgehog’s actual head and was surrounded by frills. I held out my hand and beckoned with my fingers.

“Not at all.” He obliged, leaning forward from his position against the main trunk of tree.

“Will it spoil me for other men?” The thing in my hand was soft and cuddly with a stiffening core. Behind the head the shaft had a pattern of crescents resembling scales but soft to the touch. In its alien way it was cute.

“I certainly hope not!” Damius said. “My goal is to corrupt you, not encage you.”

“Are you a Demon then?” As I ran my finger tips on his organ I could swear the tiny frills surrounding the head grasped at me and the entire piece wiggled in my hand.

“No, my one–count them: one–nonhuman ancestor was certainly not a demon.” He said. “Corrupting maidens is just a hobby, not an avocation.”

I considered taking him in my mouth–something I had read about taksim escort and fantasized about but had never done. That would have to wait for another day as leaning forward on the bough would have been awkward or even unsafe. Instead I braced my other foot on the main trunk, opening my legs wide for him. “Well get to my corrupting then.”

And then his face was right there beside mine. His breath smelled of the sweet wine we’d had for dinner. It was scary and also exciting, like standing on the edge of a cliff steeling yourself to dive into deep water.

The snout of his remarkable tool was snuffling up against my love bead, looking for entry.

“Do you want me go in slow or fast my little slut?” He asked. No one had ever before called me slut to my face.

“You are the knowing one here,” I said. “Do as you will, but do it as we kiss.”

His mouth mounted mine. His tongue took liberties. As I was fencing off his tongue, his manhood rammed home. I made a muffled sound, somewhere between a cry and a grunt. The pain was sharp and sudden but began to fade quickly.

When fully inside me, filling me up, he held himself still inside me. “Do you like that? Do you like my cock in your cunt?”

More crude words. This was not some silly romance with overly clever euphemisms. “Yes! Fill my… cunt with your freakish… prick you evil bastard.”

“Good girl.” Damius started to stroke. This is nice, I thought, very nice.

Below I heard a rustling then a gasp. I looked down to see Lady Deema’s pale face looking up at me.

“Princess Megreiya Divant Overfield what are you doing?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking.” I wiggled my pelvis. I looked Damius in his laughing eyes. “Would you say we’re fucking?”

“I would say so.” He rammed his strange tool into me hard.

“Consensus is I’m fucking,” I said. “As the mother of three children I should think you would recognize the activity.”

“Don’t sass me!” A bead of light pierced my left buttock. It felt like a stinging slap. Under these circumstances it was a pleasing sensation.

“Do that again!” I said. “On the right this time.”

My mentor’s voice was pleading on the edge of becoming a wail. “Why do you do this?”

“To satisfy my curiosity.” I tried something I had read in one of the naughty books I found on the top shelf in the library: I squeezed my ass sphincter to see if my cunny would match it. Damius’s eyes lit up.

“So far I’m liking it.” I continued the squeezing alternating with wiggling and thrusting up against my partner of the moment. “Your little magical spank added a certain something. So does just conversing with you while Damius is pounding into my sex. All of it good. I think I will be doing–uhh so good–this a lot.”

“Surely you realize the consequences?” she asked. Proof of my lack of virginity would of course invalidate any serious marriage contract.

“What of them? You yourself taught me the spell to make it seem this never happened.”

Damius wisely stayed out of the conversation as he stroked his not entirely human penis in my vagina. Those odd scale like features had swollen to brush my inner walls while those feelers along his helmet were poking at odd moments in odd places. The circus going on in my cunny had my rapt attention. My ability and desire for clever conversation was rapidly receding.

“Oh you silly silly girl,” she said. “This is the Twelfth Century. We don’t bother with crude tactile examinations or inspect the marriage bed sheets for blood. Any reputable diviner would undo you in a moment.”

My half lidded eyes went wide. I had not thought of that. Somehow I managed to say “Perhaps you are right.”

“The damage is done. You might as well enjoy your fun.” She turned away. A few steps and then she suddenly turned back. “Remember, Calm, Cleanse then Makewell.”

I felt guilt and sadness. My brain was roiled by the astounding sensations from my cunny–cunt. Tomorrow. I would think about it. “Fuck me harder you ugly corrupting bastard!”

“Surely not ‘ugly?'” He slammed into me. I grunted.

“Harder!” My head was buzzing yet I felt like I was racing naked a sandy beach at dawn–free of all care.

As I felt something far bigger than any quite orgasm in my bath, I started to growl out one more “Hard–OH!”

I shook so hard I almost fell out of the tree. Damius held me there until I stopped. Somewhere while shaking he had squirted a good quantity of semen into me.

“A cherry tree is not a good place to cuddle,” he said. He coaxed me down and led me to a stone bench. I crawled into his lap and we cuddled.

Damius held me and muttered nice things in my ear. Perhaps I am naive but I felt he was sincere. The words that warmed my belly the most were that he was proud of me. I reached up to pull him down to give him a loving kiss and said “we should go in before the comes guard on rounds.”

As we approached the back door of the manse we came upon Drimmer, one of my guards. “Sleep well Princess.”

The next day, just as the house was stirring, fatih escort a messenger came pounding down the tract from the royal road. He had a simple message from my father:

“We are invaded. Return IMMEDIATELY!”

***

My Life Completely Changes Overnight. To Be Fair, So Does Everyone Else’s.

Tags: Non-erotic, Violence

That faithful day I rode with Lady Deema and my guard to the city. The rest of my entourage was to follow in the wagons. We six riders got inside the gates just before the strange invaders closed their siege by setting up camps outside of crossbow range opposite each city gate. I was soon among the many curious mingled with the militiamen on the walls.

A large blue man, seven feet tall or more, and completely naked, walked up to the main gate. He said “I am Preno and I speak for the Blue Company.”

Preno was a fine figure of a man, a sculptor’s dream. His endowment was far more than fine, hanging halfway to his knees. I could not help but lick my lips and bite my lip. Looking around I saw I was not alone.

Preno formerly handed over a list of demands. These were conveyed to my father in the palace. The Royal Herald returned with father’s reply and read it aloud. “His Royal Highness Andus Third of That Name appreciates that the Blue Company would desire brides from our midst for they are surely the most comely women in the Western Kingdoms. Unfortunately fulfilling that levy would be singularly unjust on those chosen and their families. Therefore we must politely decline your request.”

Preno returned to his camp. There was lots of movement between the enemy camps but no moves against our walls.

In the early afternoon our knights sortied out the main gate and formed a line. Even as they were forming up the blue men hit them from three sides and routed them. The fleeing knights were jammed up against the closed gates with enemy mixed among them. It was a great slaughter. When most of the knights were down our crossbowmen were able to get clear shots and drove the blue warriors off.

Then, as the sun was setting, a commotion erupted at the other end of the city, near the palace. The walls there where thinly guarded because they were on top of a high bluff. I’m told the enemy split and advanced atop the walls throwing those militiamen who didn’t run bodily into the streets below. A separate group of the invaders entered the palace. When all the gates were taken they were thrown open for the blue men to march in.

People, including me, fled to avoid the anticipated rapine and slaughter.

It didn’t come. Instead the blue men drove everyone down the streets chanting “Go to the palace! Your king will speak!”

The courtyard of the palace is large, it often held most of the city’s people on occaisions when the king would speak. Now, like all those other times, the great fountain of three twelve foot naked dryads pouring water from their jars so that those near it could hear the speaker on the balcony.

I was in the crowd when my father and mother emerged onto the balcony. Beside them stood Preno. My father spoke.

“We are conquered.”

***

What’s A Conquered Princess To Do?

Tags: Domination, Submission, Free Use, Public Nudity, BDSM

My father continued: “In order to avoid further bloodshed, Preno and I have come to an agreement. I will continue to reign as your monarch but the Blue Company will rule. As much as it can, life will continue as before. Our conquerors will not interfere with us so long as their needs are met. Every effort will be made to do that without resorting to any form of coercion.”

I was numb. Conflicted.

My heart bled for the kingdom and our dead. I had seen the horror of our knights being slaughtered before our very gates. Among them were many men I knew.

But I am a lustful woman and the sight of those massive male organs made me shiver with delight. Was I evil for lusting after the killers of my people?

History is full of conquered nations. Somehow those women made lives afterwards. Maybe not good lives. But we are here because they did. We would have to do the same.

I cast Calm on myself. Since I was standing near the fountain I washed the tears from my face and dried it with the sleeve of my tunic.

I looked up to see my parents had surrendered the balcony to Preno. He had been speaking.

“…women of childbearing age will now please move into the Grand Ballroom. We will sort you all out there. Everyone else may go home.”

I looked around. People were complying. Whatever he had been saying before had somehow convinced everyone to accept his outrageous directions. Or perhaps it was our very nature. We of Freemantle are a very orderly people who will follow reasonable directions without umbrage. We know we are. We often joke about it. Getting groups of us to cooperate with silly directions is called a “Freemantle Fire Drill.” I wondered if our famous pliability was what had brought the blue men down upon us.

I followed the other women into ballroom. Imagine a huge shiny wooden dance floor with an orchestral stand at one end. This was embraced by a pair of curved stairways leading up to the balcony that surrounded the room. I remembered coming down the left stairs dressed all in white with pearls in my hair upon my Presentation.

POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD

CHAPTER 2 RECRUITED

Desdemona woke to an amazing dream. She was a cook. She was effortlessly preparing breakfast for a large group of people. She was using spices she had never tasted and cooking techniques she had never heard of. There were a million thoughts running through her mind as she moved to see everything finished at the same time. She began to plate the food, which sounded like she was just throwing it on a plate but each dish was presented like a work of art. The maids were quick to whisk them to the table. Since she was cooking, she was the last to eat, even after the maids.

Faux had popped her head in the kitchen and sang out “Great meal Desdemona!” After everyone else had eaten she served herself at a little table in the kitchen. When she tasted the food, she began to realize she was not dreaming, but that she was sharing her body with another. Chef Mischa was the one doing the heavy lifting, Desdemona felt like she was along for the ride.

“What is this?” she wondered.

“It’s my take on Fantasy World Eggs Benedict.” Chef Mischa responded. They were speaking mind to mind. “I had to do a lot of other world substitutions. Cured Orc meat instead of Canadian bacon, a Dodo egg over easy on top and drenched with Hollandaise sauce ” She admitted. “Then a few sides, grilled asparagus, that is not really asparagus. Pureed squash drizzled with butter and a fruit cocktail round out the meal.”

It was all great but Desdemona pointed out there was no bread. The chef insisted that not every meal had to have bread and added that a toasted English muffin was the base for the eggs Benedict. They agreed to disagree, then discussed the spices used. There was no doubt Chef Mischa was an amazing cook.

“Listen, I have to go. Thanks for sharing a meal with me. Let’s do this again soon.” Chef Mischa told her. She had a cozy warm feeling as if she had been hugged. They were just finishing washing the utensils when she left and Desdemona woke up. Desdemona realized she had been possessed by a ghost. A friendly cooking ghost, but still controlled by a spirit not her own. What was happening to her? She did not have time to wonder, the maids had arrived to get her ready for her meeting.

It seemed like moments later she was wearing a luxurious teal green dress with her elven silver pendant and meeting with Clay and Eran. Only they carried themselves differently and called themselves Du and Trey.

Du started out explaining that they were benefactors to the OWL party. Their purpose today was to form a contract with Desdemona. “Our starting point is an eight-hour day and a five-day work week.”

That did not make any sense. A day was the period from one sunset to the next sunset. Or if you were a contrarian, one sunrise to the next. Week was not a term Desdemona had heard before, unless they meant weak. Was it another way to say fortnight?

Du had kept talking but Desdemona was no longer listening. When she stopped to breath Desdemona cut in. “Are you possessing Clay and Eran?”

Du, the one using Clay’s body responded. “That’s not a term we like to use. It would be more accurate to say we are renting the facilities.” They looked uncomfortable with the question.

Trey spoke using Eran’s mouth. “An overview is in order. You are somewhat familiar with summoning?”

“Inviting humes here from another world?” Desdemona asked.

“Kidnapping would be a better term. Or human trafficking. But fine, bringing humans here from our world punches little holes between our realities. Makes weak spots we can take advantage of to make connections.”

Trey said. “Uses a lot less energy than summoning too.”

“The advantage to the host is on the same level as a summoned one. Accelerated improvement, the ability to acquire magic. Improved physical presence.” Trey continued. “Then because of party links, members of the party also experience accelerated progress. It’s a win-win situation.”

“It kartal escort is good for the Iron Kingdom because we harvest items of value to improve the economy and increase the number of first-class people in the kingdom.” That was supposed to be a big selling point.

Desdemona had barely discovered she was in the Iron Kingdom and was not too sure she felt any sympathy towards it.

“A forty-hour week gives you food on your plate, a roof over your head and clothes on your back.” Du told her. “Basically, what you have now.”

“Anything over the basic work week brings you mad money you can spend on whatever you like.” Du went on, “Not to mention you will be developing amazing skills. If someday you decide you don’t want to continue with us, you can retire with your money and new abilities. You can forge a new life.”

“So basically, you are offering me a job?” Desdemona.

“We prefer to think of it as a Profession.” Du responded.

Teaching, healing, serving the gods were professions. The only profession renting your body out brought to mind was not highly regarded.

“Let me think about it.” Desdemona.

“Du is lying to you.” Said Faux as they walked. “Or at least being confusing. The timepiece is the physical representation of their time. The twenty-four-hour day, the seven-day week. They are etched in metal. These are not things that change, there are no forty-hour weeks or eight-hour days. We don’t have weeks in our world but we both have months. Their year has twelve cycles of the moon, ours has thirteen. Did he tell you that if you work twelve-hour shifts, they will regard it as if three shifts was equal to forty hours? They pay more for the weekends too, whatever they are. They pay more for night shift too, but night shift where they are. So, you have to take their word for it. Or figure out the damn clock…”

“Sara has a surprise for you in your room.” Faux told her.

Sara was waiting impatiently for Desdemona. She was standing next to a large rectangular box covered with a throw. She looked nervous and was focused on a spot above Desdemona’s left shoulder. She waved to the covered box. “For you.”

Desdemona slid the blanket off and started to cry.

“It was pretty dirty when it washed up from the sea. The maids did a great job of cleaning it up.” Faux told her as Desdemona ran her hands over the carvings and inlays on the chest. “Sara found it pretty quickly by checking with salvagers. It is your hope chest, isn’t it?”

Desdemona was hugging them and crying “My grandpa made it for me! I thought it was lost forever.”

“Thank Sara, not me. She was the one to find it.” Faux was a little embarrassed.

“They were going to chop it open, but I got there in time.” Sara said, “I hope the sea did not get to anything inside.”

“Let’s see.” Desdemona had already been moving around the puzzle squares, solving the puzzle that unlocked the chest. In a flash she opened the lid. The trunk was airtight, everything was dry. There was a faint scent of cedar.

“Its fine. Everything is perfect.” Desdemona breathed relief. “Thank you both so much.”

“It was all Sara.” Faux insisted. Sara found it, Faux’ money freed it. But she had plans to get reimbursed by the benefactors, so it was all good.

“In the end the agents convinced her to take a three-day work week and work only weekends. Friday, Saturday and Sunday.” Du told Un. “It looks like she will be a profitable addition to our party stable.”

“If she turns out to be a poor donkey, you will look foolish.” Un pointed out.

“The Chef already rode her, and speaks highly of her.” Du replied.

“Oh, I did not know she was open stock? I thought we just forged a contract.” Un sounded sarcastic.

“The Chef demanded a maiden voyage and was willing to pay the fine, besides she said the mount liked it.” Du answered.

“Then just make sure the chef pays through the nose.” Un advised.

“Oh, maltepe escort I will.” Du promised.

Un had ridden the new donkey down to the underground chamber they used for practicing magic. Apparently, one of the agents had told her he did not need or want her input. She was doing a pretty good job of keeping quiet as he practiced calling out fire magic and casting it at targets. They learned faster if they were awake at the time, but Un got a kick out of it when they suddenly discovered they knew a new skill. Still this meat ride seemed to be pretty impressed with him.

He had started out with candle light and already worked his way up to fire balls. The accuracy was pretty good too. He had already reached the point where he could start to guide them in flight. He was way ahead of schedule. Instead of completely screwing up his training lesson program Un decided to spend the rest of his time researching something else.

He was trying for cold fire, and made quite a lot of progress. The meat ride was compliant and kept her thoughts to herself so he could concentrate on what he was doing. He brought her back up to the house and dropped her off ten minutes early. It was too soon to call her a steed, but if she kept progressing at this rate the tall silver haired hume would go far. She might actually work out. that was a good thing. They needed to get back to just making money.

Faux looked worried. “How did it go?”

“I think it went pretty well.” Desdemona replied. “He just wanted me to look on in awe. It was pretty easy.” Some husbands want their wives to be seen but not heard, her mother’s marriage training sessions were coming in handy.

“Thank goodness!” said Faux with relief. “He earned a reputation as an asshole, but I heard he kept it in better with those who were quiet. I still think he is a sadist though.”

“Chef Mischa was definitely a better teacher.” Desdemona held up her pointer finger. “I still learned a few things from Un though.” A little candle flame appeared above the tip of her finger.

“Apparently, it is not the weekend, so you earned a bit of mad money.” Faux told her.

“I am told I have money coming from my time with the Chef as well, but I have yet to see a single coin.” Desdemona complained.

“I can loan you a bit if you want to go shopping.” Faux offered.

This morning the experience was different with Un. He had approached her mind and asked if she was free to learn a little elemental magic.

Desdemona had always been told she had a large reserve of mana, magical energy, but no inherent ability or awakened element. She jumped at the chance to learn magic. It felt like Un smiled as he arranged to join her in twenty minutes. He / she warned Faux and Sara what she would be doing.

When Un arrived, he greeted her two friends then had the maids change them into a magic casting outfit. Once in the practice chamber he spent a moment meditating then began to draw forth her mana. It felt strange to feel him move energy through her body. The first flicker of flame he brought forth was a dull rust color that did not feel hot enough to spark kindling.

The last time Un had ridden her here he had opened the fire elemental in her. He just ‘did’ without explaining anything. This time there was some rudimentary explanations of what he was doing.

He quickly progressed though, calling one flame after another. Each one hotter than the last. Un called them up first as a candle flame floating above her hand then as a fire ball he could throw across the room. Cool reds, yellows, whites led to blues and practically invisible flames of intense heat.

Desdemona began to realize, not only was Un creating a flame he was also creating invisible armor to shield them from the heat.

The fire element was thought to be the most powerful element to possess. Ability to use fire magic increased Desdemona’s value, marketability. Un basically thought pendik escort of her as a money-making resource. He also liked throwing fire balls. Un was pretty happy with his training session. If things progressed like this, he would have to reevaluate her as a mule or oxen.

After lunch Desdemona laid down for a nap with her friends. She awoke in a practice yard wearing practically nothing. She was basically clothed in scented oil that seemed to make her skin glisten. A loin cloth and her pendant seemed to be her only substantial apparel. She was wielding a huge two-handed sword as if it weighed no more than a feather. Desdemona did not possess the kind of muscles needed for this, so it must be some sort of muscle magic. Her rider seemed to be performing some sort of practice sequence or established form. His concentration was intense as he controlled his breathing and moved precisely through the routine. It reminded her of a type of dance, but carried a deadly intent.

Between the katas (a word her rider used) he would check that her loin cloth was in place.

Desdemona slowly came to realize it was more than that. He was fondling himself, herself, her. Not quite masturbating but not the type of touching one should do in the open. Fortunately, they had the practice yard to themselves. Desdemona retreated deep into her mind.

Later Faux would tell her the rider was called Blade.

“I have heard he is locked in.” she told Desdemona.

“Locked in?”

“Paralyzed, unable to move in his world. Locked in as a prisoner in his own body. He was quite athletic but now he lays in bed and has others provide for his every need. They say he can’t eat, but is fed through tubes.” Faux.

Desdemona had an image in her mind of cat person maids lifting test tubes to his lips to feed him. It was a strange and misconstrued image.

“The other side of the vail earns money by providing amusement to those inhabitants on the other side. Blade pays them for the privilege of sensation and movement.” Faux “I have heard he only does hour sessions. The benefactors think his body can’t take more strain than that. They also think his purse might not be able to handle anymore.”

Faux thought his martial art skill might be too advanced for her to use on her own, but the muscle magic might be attainable to a degree.

Once again Desdemona had done work without seeing a penny. She was looking forward to Friday payday, whenever that was. When Blade abruptly left, she was saddled with the indignity of having to parade back through the yard and house practically naked. On the other hand, there were not many who lived here that had not seen her completely naked. She wondered who had seen her when Blade rode out.

“How come I don’t remember changing to a loincloth and walking to the yard with Blade. Or for that matter starting the other morning as Chef?” she asked the two agents, but of course Faux was the one to respond.

“Being asleep does not affect your riders. Blind drunk, knocked unconscious… none of that slows them down. Might even make it easier to take over. You don’t remember because you were not aware at the time. To some degree there is muscle memory and sleep learning. You can learn without realizing that you are, but to master a skill it will be faster if you are awake.” She sighed “That said there are a few who don’t want you looking over their shoulders.”

Her two friends were teaching her the game of croquet. Their theory was she would benefit by doing unfamiliar things, sort of unlock skills. The game originated on the other side of the vail. Desdemona had the uncomfortable feeling her friends were making up the rules as they went along. They insisted they were not.

Well, it was not like they were playing for money.

Her friends were also teaching her some very basic self-defense skills. They would practice hand to hand wrestling around on her bed. On several occasions the maids entered the room and found one or another of them pinned in rather embarrassing positions.

“Why do I need to know how to fight when someone from another world will be in control of my body?” Desdemona asked.

“Things can happen, you can find yourself on your own.” Faux responded.

“You won’t be ‘alone’ alone.” Sara commented. “We will be there.”

Author’s Note: Like the beloved TV series of which this is a pastiche, the tone of “Last Frontier” is sometimes going to be dark and grittily realistic, and at other times light and somewhat outrageous.

…

The starship Vanguard is seen silhouetted against blackness dotted with myriad points of light, grav drives glowing against the dark background.

Voiceover (a clear, mature, female soprano): “Space is not a fertile field of stars. It is the Last Frontier. The Space Force starship Vanguard explores the starlanes for the Terran Colonies. We bring the hand of peace to those who wish peace. But we wield a sword to defend the Colonies against those who would threaten the innocent. We go where few dare.”

…

In the expansive shuttle bay of the Vanguard, Captain Kaede Kawakami was standing just inside the lift doors. As it was first shift, she was dressed for duty in standard Fleet officer’s uniform – a dark burgundy jacket with matching kilt hemmed just below the knee, leaving her athletic calves bare above her low uniform boots.

With a Captain’s familiarity with every area of her ship, she was relaxedly scanning the space between the Vanguard’s shuttles, one of which was powering up for flight.

Behind Kawakami, the lift door dilated open with a whoosh. “Looking for me, Kaede?” came a husky female voice, with just a hint of Highland in the vowels.

Kawakami turned to face the newcomer, a tall, whip-slender Commander in full Fleet dress uniform. While Kawakami had gray strands in her black hair, Second Officer Claire MacKichan’s strawberry blonde hair, its length pinned up around her head in a complex braid, had gone fully roan. Compared to Kawakami’s hint of crows-feet around the eyes, the far senior MacKichan’s face was deeply set, laugh lines firmly etched. She wore the optional dress beret, but on her Hebridean features it seemed more like a Tam O’Shanter.

Kawakami held out her hand to shake in greeting, but MacKichan merely grasped the offered hand firmly and used it to pull Kawakami to herself for a distinctly non-regulation hug.

Breaking contact after a few seconds, Kawakami inquired “What makes you think you can get away with hugging your Captain like that?”

But the veteran Commander just grinned, “What are they going to do? Reassign me to a desk job? Give me early retirement? And how would it look in the news if they cashiered me just two years short of my double twenty, and with an Academy teaching job lined up?” MacKichan’s urchin grin was unrepentant.

More subdued, Kawakami continued more quietly. “I’ll be lost out there without you, old friend.”

Sobering to match Kawakami’s tone, MacKichan replied “Aye, you probably will. But young Jordan’s a good officer. And he deserves a chance to show it.”

Kawakami smiled somewhat ambivalently at that. Lt. Commander Jordan Hoff had indeed put in his time in the Fleet. This was his second tour of duty in space, and wouldn’t have made it to one of the Fleet’s prime postings if his previous superiors hadn’t seen something.

But MacKichan had stayed in her post, ostensibly training Hoff as her replacement, for two years longer than they’d originally discussed – so the canny old warhorse couldn’t have been entirely thrilled at the prospect of handing down the reins.

But Hoff wasn’t MacKichan’s responsibility anymore. He was Kawakami’s.

Kawakami tapped her comms badge. “Captain Kawakami speaking,” she specified.

“Lt. Farnsworth here, Captain,” a musical feminine voice came back almost instantly, as if the duty Communications officer had been waiting for the call.

“Hail the Kestrel, Lieutenant,” Kawakami requested. “Shuttle will be docking in ETA…” Kawakami checked her wrist computer. “… seventeen minutes. My compliments to Captain Torres.”

Before the Lieutenant had even finished acknowledging with “Aye, Captain,” Kawakami cut the connection and turned back to her old friend, who had re-shouldered her kit bag and was preparing to walk to the designated shuttle, which the pilot was just putting through final pre-flight checks.

“Send me a picture of you and your granddaughter Caitlin – she’s, what… eleven?”

Cmdr. MacKichan snorted. “Sixteen going on thirty, dearie. She’s applying to the Academy next spring. If she makes it past the exam, she’ll be in the last class of cadets I’ll be teaching.”

Kawakami looked rueful. “As if I needed another reminder that the Fleet is a game for the young…”

MacKichan cocked her head. “Young at heart,” she corrected cheerfully and stepped past Kawakami. She strode briskly over and entered the passenger hatch without looking back.

“That’s just like you, Claire. Never look back,” Kawakami mused.

Though her duty was done, Kawakami stayed to watch her old friend’s shuttle leave. When the Captain turned back to the turbolift, she was lost in thought.

…

Some time later, nearing the end of a shift uneventful other than MacKichan’s departure from the Vanguard, Kawakami güngören escort was holding down the center seat at the rear focal point of Vanguard’s elliptical bridge, athletic legs crossed just below the knee. Kawakami was monitoring the routine activity of the bridge with a fraction of her attention, but her exotic, saturnine face was still reflective. Still thinking about the end of the conversation with her old friend.

When the turbolift doors opened, the preoccupied Kawakami didn’t notice. A tenor male voice, slightly nasal and carrying more than a hint of old European money, came from behind the command chair. “Third shift begins in two minutes, Captain. I relieve you.”

Jolted into alertness, Kawakami swung the chair around to face the officer who had just entered the bridge.

Striding confidently across the handful of steps from the lift to the command chair was the Vanguard’s new Second Officer, Lt. Commander Jordan Hoff. Fairly short for a male officer, Hoff was barely if at all taller than Kawakami herself. His roundish face was nondescript, under a wild mop of sandy hair that was barely regulation. His green eyes, however, were piercing and knowing. He wasn’t smiling – in fact, Kawakami could never remember seeing Hoff smile.

“I stand relieved, Mr. Hoff. Any butterflies before your first official shift with the conn?” Kawakami replied when Hoff came to a stop a step away from her.

Hoff’s mouth cocked into a strange expression. “Not at all, Captain. I’ve been thinking about this day for a long time.” Kawakami noted that Hoff was unconsciously shifting his weight from foot to foot, as if impatient to take the center seat.

“I’m not surprised. Commander MacKichan trained you well. I have every confidence that you’ll take over her role without a hitch,” Kawakami said.

Hoff’s eyes darkened at the mention of his predecessor and mentor, but his expression didn’t change. “Of course, Captain. I am confident that I will fulfill your expectations,” Hoff replied.

“Of course you will, Mr. Hoff,” Kawakami concluded, as she rose smoothly from the command chair. “The conn is yours.” And with a firm nod at the man, Kawakami walked past him and proceeded to the turbolift. When the door whooshed open, Kawakami stepped in, hit the button for the level her quarters were on, and turned as if to survey the bridge one final time.

The bridge vanished from Kawakami’s sight as the doors whooshed closed.

…

As the door to the corridor closed behind her, Captain Kawakami was already removing her uniform jacket in order to toss it across her darkened cabin to drape across the back of the more comfortable of the room’s two chairs. This action left her torso dressed in just her stretchy, clingy regulation bra.

Kawakami’s body temperature was slightly abnormal, and in full uniform she regularly felt uncomfortably hot in public areas of the ship. She had consulted Dr. O’Sullivan, but metabolic regulators were still a black art even for 24th century medicine. However, the Doctor was also quite a rules lawyer in her own right, and had informed the delighted Captain that the standard pullover worn under the regulation uniform jacket was not strictly mandatory. So by her own discretion as Captain, Kawakami had declared that Uniform Of The Day did not require a pullover, and ever since then Kawakami had been more comfortable on the bridge.

Soon Kawakami’s uniform kilt followed her jacket, leaving her curvy body bare above the ankles but for tight black underwear hugging her flaring hips and full yet shapely bust. Stopping just outside the alcove where her bed was screened by a low privacy wall, Kawakami closed her eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths, letting the stresses of the day slip from her mind.

After a minute or so, Kawakami shook her head to clear it, tossing her shoulder-length raven hair. She then kicked off her boots, and with practiced, economical gestures returned the bra and panties to the discreet laundry hamper tucked away in the sleeping nook.

As Kawakami stood, she saw her tempting ivory-skinned body in the wall-mounted mirror, totally naked. Unbidden, her hands raised to the top slopes of her generous breasts, almost caressingly.

“Young at heart…” Kawakami mused. Then she turned and stepped past the small bedchamber into the even tinier shower.

Most civilians in the Terran Colonies would have been surprised that the shower was a plain, functional hot/cold running water model, not some high-tech sonic or plasma gizmo. But as the Chief Engineer had reminded his Captain, a starship is a factory for converting waste and water to oxygen and food, which the crew then uses to produce more waste and water. So, within reason, a starship – a closed system – has no need to conserve water, and small luxuries like water showers are allowed.

Which Kawakami was taking advantage of right now, as she stepped inside. She turned the temperature selector to “Very Warm,” picked up merter escort a tube of soap, and draped a tiny white cloth over the handle. Ducking into the stream, she raised her face fully into the spray.

When she pulled back a half step, Kawakami felt a small thrill of pleasure as the hot water hit her full breasts and her nipples obediently sprang to puffy life. She hadn’t realized her boobs would be so sensitized. But then, it had been a while since she had been with a man, so she was on edge.

As Captain, she obviously couldn’t sleep with a crew member. It would be difficult to maintain a commander’s distance with someone who had seen you raising your ass in the air and begging for a good screwing. Not to mention that all the other senior officers – at least until today – were also female.

Refocusing her mind on the reason she was there, Kawakami dripped soap along her collarbone and rubbed it in to create a thin lather over her neck and shoulders. Then, turning away from the spray, a larger drizzle over her upstanding breasts and trim belly to be rubbed all over and into her smooth ivory flesh.

Then Kawakami took the washcloth from the handle and repeated the action with each toned leg, bending double to run the cloth down each firm thigh and sleek calf in turn.

Standing again to face the spray, Kawakami ran the soft cloth over one sensual breast, only for the stiff nipple to respond again with a throb of passion. She repeated the action with the other breast, only for that sensitive nub to react even more fiercely.

Continuing downward, more carefully, Kawakami ran the fine washcloth down and over her flat belly, then into her pubic hair, soaked to midnight-black from the water sheeting down her torso. With her vulva and clitoris starting to become sensitive, Kawakami used the cloth very gingerly, almost tentatively, between her thighs. Being careful not to set off any untimely fireworks. It was still quite pleasurable, however, and it took an effort of will not to give in to temptation and rub her stiff clitoris until her legs gave out.

Not yet.

So, with a regretful sigh, Kawakami rinsed the washcloth thoroughly and used it and the spray to give a final rinse to her sensitized flesh – breasts, tummy, butt, and thighs. The hot, running water was still working magic on her sweetly swelling labia as it sheeted down her lush body.

Switching the shower from hot water to hot air, Kawakami was not surprised when the torrid drying wind had nearly as much effect on her sensitive erogenous zones as her hands and the humid spray had.

Soon dry – at least on the outside – Kawakami left the shower cube and found herself back in her sleeping cubby, once again looking directly at her own bare body in her dressing mirror.

The woman Kawakami saw in the mirror was transformed from the proper, professional Captain who had entered the cabin. This woman was pure sex. Eyes burning, deep breaths causing her heavy breasts to jiggle, puffy pink nipples thrusting into the cooler air of the cabin, flushed skin over cheeks and collarbone, flat belly fluttering, and curvy hips quivering with need.

“Young at heart,” Kawakami breathed.

Kawakami raised trembling hands to the ivory column of her throat, and brushed her fingertips down to the upper slopes of her generous breasts. Then further down the sensitive flesh to her tight areolae and proud, dusky pink nipples. The mere contact sent a thrill straight down Kawakami’s spine to her moistening pussy.

She’d been without a man for too long. From long experience, Kawakami knew what she needed right now.

Kawakami climbed onto her narrow bed, and retrieved her “tension reliever” from its accustomed cubbyhole in her bedstand. The large sex toy was a slightly darker shade of ivory than Kawakami’s skin. It had been 3d-printed using one of the polymers originally developed by the Fleet for tubing in the engineering accessways, and the smooth surface was soft but not at all sticky, and was low-friction even with minimal lubrication.

When there was no man available, this was the next best thing.

Eagerly, Kawakami reached down between her spread thighs and ran the tip of the toy up and down through the slit between her swollen lower lips. Lube wasn’t going to be a problem – she was already dripping with moisture. The bulbous head slipped in easily. Sighing with pleasure, Kawakami savored the sensation as she slid it in further.

As Kawakami worked the tool inside, through long practice she quickly found the sensitive node of her G-spot, sending shivers through her whole lower body. She sank the tip a couple inches deeper and as her inner muscles squeezed the welcome invader.

The mounting pleasure caused her mind to drift.

Kawakami’s mind went back to memories of herself on the Centaurus Research Station. The previous year, the Vanguard had transported some Earth scientists, along with the Vanguard’s own First Officer Sylith, to a conference zeytinburnu escort there. The Chief Scientist there, Dr. Castellano, was a quite dashing native of Earth – of European extraction, tall and graceful.

At the formal reception, he had dexterously used his position to cut Kawakami out of the herd and escort her onto the dance floor. Dr. Castellano’s dancing was elegant and graceful, and somehow he had managed to inject a sensual element into even the most formal of regimented dances. Kawakami had been swept off her feet even before the tango that concluded the evening. In Dr. Castellano’s debonair style, that last tango had practically been foreplay as he led her through the steps, hands constantly on one part of her body or another.

Kawakami had had no inclination to protest when immediately after the dancing was over, Dr. Castellano had escorted her out of the reception and down the station’s corridors to his quarters, one hand on Kawakami’s kilted ass.

Five minutes later, Kawakami had found herself sitting on the edge of Dr. Castellano’s bed, wearing only stockings. The tall doctor had been equally naked, standing before her, the tip of his large, veiny erection pointed dangerously up toward Kawakami’s face. Completely seduced, Kawakami hadn’t hesitated before kissing her way up and down the firm shaft, then taking the swollen tip into her mouth.

Kawakami had been dripping with arousal by the time Castellano had pushed her back onto the covers before climbing between her splayed thighs to initiate a horizontal kind of dancing.

Reaching up to tweak one large, swollen nipple, Kawakami pushed the sex toy deeper into her slick inner channel.

Kawakami moaned as it stretched out her tight inner muscles. She was so desperately horny right now after so long without a man… There was no pain, but when she pulled the toy back in order to thrust it powerfully in again, the sensation of being deeply penetrated was shiveringly intense.

The familiar sex toy wasn’t quite the same as the real thing, but it was doing the job.

Kawakami lay fully back on her bunk, spreading her toned thighs even further. As she set up a rhythm of quick, shallow thrusts, Kawakami couldn’t help letting out a soft cry of pleasure. She began to squirm, wriggling from side to side, as the big shaft worked its magic up and down the sensitive front wall of her pussy. Thick inner moisture coated it from base to tip, and was even beginning to leak out to drip onto the bedcovers.

As the pleasure grew, Kawakami’s mind drifted again.

It was dark, and hot, and Kawakami could feel sand on her bare back. This was the asteroid cave where she had seduced an enemy Captain. She looked up as she had months before – and there he was, looming over her. Green skin, pupilless eyes and face a blend of human and reptile. Clawed green fingers had been already reaching for her bare, hanging breasts.

The rough skin of the alien’s palms had brushed Kawakami’s large, sensitive nipples as he groped and squeezed, all of it sending thrills shooting through her. Kneading fingers had squeezed, so firmly as to be almost rough, sinking deep into her jiggling titflesh. Like many large-breasted women, Kawakami’s boobs had always been special erogenous zones, and the reptile man’s groping had quite effectively turned her on.

He had then turned his attention to her nipples, which by then had been standing hard and stiff, nearly the size of a man’s fingertip in her arousal. But soon the alien had tired of the boob-play and stripped Kawakami of her uniform kilt and panties.

Because this had been part of Kawakami’s plan, she had forced herself to watch in simulated reluctance as he stripped off his own uniform trousers to reveal an enormous, snaky green erection.

Then, as a victor claiming his spoils, the dominant alien had climbed on top of Kawakami and taken her in a single penetrating thrust, even deeper than she had expected from the sight of his toned body.

As if simulating what the alien Captain had done to her, Kawakami pushed the sex toy to its full depth in her sopping channel.

Kawakami resumed a thrusting rhythm, halfway out, then in to the base, then again – steady and inexorable. She could feel her inner muscles clenching around the smooth, slick material. There was no way she could stop now even if she wanted to.

Kawakami raised her knees higher, giving herself a better angle to impale her boiling channel more forcefully. She was frankly panting now, letting out little squeals when the toy brushed over one of her sensitive spots. Her back arched, nipples thrusting toward the ceiling, but her hands never stopped their beavering rhythm.

Kawakami’s thighs were quivering and her lower body was wriggling, unable to keep still as pleasure shot through her.

The sensations the rough thrusts were causing deep in Kawakami’s burning pussy caused her fevered brain to drift again to the past.

The reptile man had roughly pounded her, pinning her to his bedroll as his enormous cock plundered her innermost depths. His enthusiasm and endowment had combined to stretch and pleasure Kawakami’s pussy as he nailed her powerfully. The climax that Kawakami’s dominant rival had wrung out of her had been as mind-melting as it had been unexpected.

Katy’s Match-Three Mayhem: Week One

This is a work of fiction written by and for adults. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen and the use of ‘girl’ or ‘boy’ in the story does not indicate otherwise. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this story was written by me, Dorling, and was previously published elsewhere. The premise for this story comes from a concept by duduvar. Because these chapters were originally published in a loosely serialized format with very short updates, they may come off a bit choppy, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Sunday: Gem Ladies v1.20

Katy was zoned out. She’d spent the past hour in her bedroom aimlessly scrolling through a stream of video shorts and was on the verge of going to sleep at 9:00 pm out of sheer nothing-better-to-do when a notification popped up at the top of her screen. The icon read “Gem Ladies v1.20 installed. Tap to get started!”

Katy occasionally pre-registered for mobile games that looked interesting, so while she didn’t specifically remember signing up for anything called “Gem Ladies”, it wasn’t out of the question she’d done so and forgotten. She tapped the icon, and the screen filled with bright pink, purple and gold.

“Welcome to the Gem Ladies v1.20 Beta!” appeared on the screen in a speech bubble. The speaker was a cutesy retro-pixelated demon girl with bright red skin. “Thanks to player feedback, we’ve made improvements to game balance, rewards, and punishments. Social features have also been improved.” Katy tapped the screen impatiently.

“Now then, let’s get started!”

The game led Katy through a short tutorial level. The game was a simple but relatively satisfying match three puzzle, and when Katy earned the required number of points, a flashing ruby appeared in the center of the screen.

“You earned a gem!” the demon girl said. “You can spend gems to unlock all kinds of bonuses and customizations. Let’s take a look!”

The screen whisked over to a store tab marked by a little golden shopping cart and highlighted a button labelled “Luscious Locks – 1 ♦️”. Katy tapped it, and the tab switched again, this time to an avatar with about the same pixelated dimensions as the game’s mascot. The sprite’s hair, the same light brown as Katy’s, bounced and sparkled.

“Right now, your Luscious Locks customization will last a day,” the tutorial continued, “but you can pay gems to extend that time or unlock new bonuses. Of course, you have to play to pay!”

Another screen transition returned Katy to the main game. This time it was significantly harder – more gem colours made it harder to create combos and the points requirement seemed absurdly high. Sure enough, Katy’s moves ran out less than halfway to the goal. “Uh oh, that was a tough one!” said the demon girl. “You have to choose a punishment. Most of the time, you’ll have three options.”

Three buttons appeared in the center of the screen with labels reading:

– Compulsion: The Like, Valley Dialect?

– Clothing Restriction: Skirt Specialist

– Transformation: Bright Plumage

Katy tapped the center option, giving the screen a confused squint. A sprite of a pair of pants appeared next to Katy’s avatar, overlaid with a red strikethrough, but nothing further changed as the avatar seemed to be, much like Katy, wearing an oversized t-shirt as a dress.

“Punishments last for a certain number of rounds,” continued the narration, “so you have to keep playing to undo it!”

Near the bottom of the screen was a highlighted box labelled “Clothing Restriction: Skirt Specialist – 10 🕑”

“If you really want to, you can end a punishment early by paying gems, but that’s pretty expensive. That’s it for now; happy matching!”

Katy played three more rounds of Gem Ladies. Thankfully, Tutorial-2 seemed to be mostly a demonstration of the game loss mechanic rather than an indication of the real difficulty of the game, and she won three more gems. After the third round, the game highlighted a small meter on the top left labelled “0/5⚡”.

“Looks like you’re out of energy,” said the game. “Come back tomorrow and you’ll be refreshed and ready to go!”

Katy shook her head slightly and sat up from her bed. She plugged in her phone and padded down the hall to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed her hair looked way better than usual, almost shampoo commercial good. She didn’t even feel the need to brush it.

At least she had that going for her today. That, and her first class tomorrow wasn’t until 10:30, so she could relax a bit in the morning.

Monday: The Life of a Skirt Specialist

Katy’s alarm buzzed at 8:00 am. She blearily walked downstairs and poured herself some cereal. Katy’s dad had already left for work, and her mom was sipping coffee and flipping through the news on her phone.

After breakfast, Katy went back upstairs to get ready for the day. topkapı escort She washed her hair in the shower, as she had a bit more time for it to dry on her late mornings. Returning to her room, she slipped on a bralette and boyshort underwear, then dark jeans and a plain moss-green t-shirt.

As Katy pulled the t-shirt over her torso, the backs of her hands brushed her bare thighs. She looked down and saw her jeans pooled around her ankles. “Bizarre,” Katy muttered to herself, bending down to pull her pants back up. She zipped and buttoned the jeans with a suspicious seriousness, then turned to attend to her backpack. There was a quiet popping sound, and suddenly Katy’s pants were once again on the ground.

“What the fuck?” Katy said. She stepped out of the jeans, picked them up, and examined the waistband, but there wasn’t anything visibly wrong with them. Frowning, she pulled another pair out of her closet and put them on, only to find that they also refused to stay on her hips the minute she wasn’t actively holding them up, even with a belt. The phrase “Clothing Restriction: Skirt Specialist” popped into Katy’s head and she squeaked out another “what the fuck?”

Katy scrambled back to the bathroom and blow-dried her hair, finding that it was silky and neat as soon as she was finished. Luscious locks. Back in her room, Katy unlocked her phone and opened Gem Ladies. The Skirt Specialist punishment, its countdown clock at seven rounds, stared her in the face. With five points of energy available, she couldn’t run it out by playing. She tapped the punishment, thinking maybe she could pay it off, but the cost was set at fourteen gems and she only had three.

Katy felt a knot of panic rising in her throat. She physically couldn’t wear pants because of, apparently, a magical app on her phone. She had to catch her bus in less than an hour. Her mom was home and had seen her perfectly healthy eating breakfast; she couldn’t just skip class today. She wondered whether she even still owned a skirt.

She dug through her closet, eventually finding a mauve calf-length skirt she’d had to wear to some family thing in high school. It still fit, but her pale calves with their two weeks of stubbly hair made her uncomfortable. She didn’t look like any of the cool, alternative girls on campus who didn’t shave by choice to demonstrate bodily autonomy or something, she looked like she forgot, because she had.

Katy looked back at her phone, where the shopping cart icon on Gem Ladies was flashing. In the store tab, a customization called “Insta-Shave” was listed as on sale for two gems. Katy debated not clicking it just to spite the demonic little program on her phone, but after a moment discomfort won out and she hit “Buy”. Her avatar’s legs, now clad in her long skirt, got a glossy sheen, and when Katy looked down at herself, the hair on her legs had disappeared.

The t-shirt and skirt looked weird together, so Katy threw a loose sweater with her college’s coat of arms on over it, shoved her school stuff in her backpack, and got ready to head out.

Downstairs, Katy’s mom glanced up from an office email at her as she headed for the door.

“Oh, you haven’t worn that skirt in a while,” she said.

“I, uh, yeah. Trying it on again, I guess?” said Katy.

“It looks nice!”

“Um, thanks. See you later.”

“See ya! Have a good day!”

“I will, you too.”

Walking to the bus stop and sitting on the bus, Katy felt strange. She knew that she was wearing a perfectly normal outfit, that her skirt was longer than average, even, but not having worn one in at least a year and not doing it entirely by choice, Katy felt exposed. She reopened Gem Ladies, hoping to both distract herself and start working off her punishment.

At first, the knowledge of how the app could change her if she made a mistake made Katy incredibly nervous, but once she started playing, she found herself relaxing a bit. Demonic or not, this was just a puzzle game, and she was pretty good at puzzle games. She completed her daily rounds of the game on her bus ride, only coming close to losing once. It was easy to forget the stakes while playing, too.

As the bus pulled to a stop, Katy had six gems in the bank, and two rounds left on the Skirt Specialist punishment. Out of curiosity, she tapped the punishment again, and found the price to get rid of it had dropped to four gems. She could have played and paid it off that morning if she’d thought things through a little more. Though she was annoyed with herself, Katy tried to take her mind off the app and focus on school.

Katy was a freshman and didn’t really know what she wanted to do. She had good enough grades all through high school to secure an entrance scholarship that paid for most of her first year, but nothing had really stood out to her as a passion. She was undeclared and testing out a slate of different courses this year. Today, Katy had Statistics at 10:30, Computer Science at 1:00, and Sociology at 2:30.

After her statistics class ended, Katy realized bağcılar escort that she’d forgotten to bring a lunch in the excitement of the morning. Standing in line at a food hall kiosk, she opened Gem Ladies. While she couldn’t play any more rounds today, she decided to see what else was available in the shop. It seemed like there was little more information than the name available for bonuses she hadn’t bought, but ones she had now came with short descriptions. For Luscious Locks, it said “picture perfect hair with minimum effort”, and the description for Insta-Shave was “instantly removes all unwanted hair.”

Two other things seemed important. The first was that there seemed to be a discount for paying for a customization for a longer period of time. Another day of Luscious Locks cost a single gem, but a week cost only two, a month four, a year eight, and a lifetime sixteen. The second was that it seemed she could only have up to ten gems at a time. Maybe that limit would increase if she progressed further in the game, but it wasn’t clear.

When Katy was three away from the counter in the lunch queue, something glimmered onscreen. In a section labelled “Powers”, something called “Flash Sale” was available for two gems. As suspicious as she was of the app, the things she’d purchased so far had been benign, so she tapped it and read the description.

“You can get a discount on any transaction by flashing an employee. No one will think this is weird, and no one will get in trouble. The more you show, the more you’ll save.”

Katy reflexively hit the power button, locking her phone. There was no way she would ever do something like that. She placed her order, an arugula salad with fried tofu, and when she took out her wallet to pay she was struck by an overwhelming sense of morbid curiosity. She looked at the university employee manning the till and asked, as quietly as she could, “Hey, how much would I save if I, um, lifted my shirt?”

The man at the till, Jeff according to his name tag, blinked, and Katy experienced the most all-consuming embarrassment of her entire life. Then Jeff spoke up.

“Oh for sure; 15% off to see your bra, 30% for bare tits.”

The embarrassment doubled. She had essentially just offered to show a stranger her breasts for less than four dollars off a salad.

“I’m good keep the change,” Katy managed to blurt out, dropping 15 dollars on the counter and stepping out of Jeff’s immediate view to the pickup area as quickly as she could, blushing furiously all the while. She was deleting this demonic app as soon as it let her wear pants again.

The afternoon was fairly uneventful, which Katy was thankful for after the day she’d had. She did find herself being noticed more, however. She was used to getting the occasional once-over from other students, but today the looks seemed more lingering and more appreciative.

Not just seemed, were. A bubbly sorority sister whose name Katy couldn’t recall told Katy “I *love* your hair” in passing, and a girl Katy had loaned her sociology notes to a couple weeks ago gave her a “nice skirt”. As much as Katy normally hated attention, the spontaneous compliments felt good.

Hours later, back at home, Katy finished up her stats homework and pondered the Gem Ladies app. On the status page with her avatar, the last hour of Luscious Locks was ticking down. Flash Sale would be active for another 15 hours or so, not that Katy would ever use it. She still had four gems, just enough to pay off Skirt Specialist and be done with the app for good.

Of course, on the other hand, she could just play two more games the next morning, clear the punishment, and spend the gems to get effortlessly perfect hair for a month. Over the course of 30 days, that would probably save her almost two hours of time normally spent trying to brush it into an acceptable state. And if she was being honest, the compliments this afternoon had been nice.

There was another element too, one that Katy wasn’t quite ready to admit to herself. For all the consternation her punishment had caused her in the morning, there had been something a little thrilling about being forced out of her comfort zone like that. Biting her lip slightly, Katy hit “Buy” and her avatar’s hair sparkled.

Level: 8 || Gems: 0/10 || Energy 0/5

Punishments

Skirt Specialist: 2 rounds remaining

Bonuses

Luscious Locks: 30 days remaining

Tuesday: Into the Sorcerer’s Lair

Katy spent a little longer than usual looking at herself in the mirror after her shower. Not a hair on her head was out of place thanks to last night’s purchase, of course, but she was also curious about the specifics of what Insta-Shave had done yesterday, as the description said it removed “any unwanted hair”. Her legs were still quite smooth, and it turned out so were her underarms. Between her legs, it looked like she’d been given a careful trim, with only a neat triangle of short, dark hair remaining. Katy thought it almost looked a little cute. There was also no unevenness, halkalı escort no razor rash, and Katy hadn’t had to spend a moment of arduous time in the bathtub actually shaving. Based on the way the game had worked so far, Katy assumed the effect was temporary and she was merely in the grace period of a good, close shave.

“Can’t stare at yourself forever,” Katy muttered. Most importantly, she needed to get at least two rounds of Gem Ladies out of the way so that she could wear pants to work this evening. Level 9 was pretty quick, but Level 10 was a nail-biter that she won in the last move. Katy supposed the game had to get harder at some point, but felt a little nervous about the implications. Clearing Level 10 did get her an extra gem and an increase to her Gem Limit, allowing her to bank up to elevem at a time.

Katy had an early class today and no time to play any more levels or check out the shop. She loaded up her backpack with her notebooks, laptop, lunch and work shirt and headed off to school. With a busy day ahead of her, Katy spent the bus ride catching up on her favourite podcast and her lunch doing the reading for the next day’s worth of classes.

Katy’s Tuesday classes ended in the mid-afternoon, which helped her get decent shifts at her part-time job. She worked at Sorcerer’s Lair, an independent local card and game shop. Her first week on the job, she was worried her shyness would be debilitating, but her passion for board and tabletop roleplaying games let her break through and chatter away with most customers. She had a reputation for making great recommendations, and although retail could be mind-numbing, she genuinely liked her job.

Her co-workers were alright too. This afternoon she was on shift with Ian, a tall, thin guy a few years older than her that she played a weekly tabletop rpg session with. An electronic bell chimed as she entered and Ian called out, “ready for the big night?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Katy replied.

The second Tuesday of every month, Sorcerer’s Lair hosted an officially-sanctioned Cyblade tournament. It wasn’t the most popular card game in the world, but the local scene was pretty robust and it was common for the store to get around twenty entrants most months. Tournament days were big business for the store: while the entry fee was nominal, the competitors would drop a ton of money on snacks and cards before the tournament and in between rounds.

Katy was in charge of the till while the tournament entrants trickled in and Ian set up the tables and plugged names into a bracket. The competitors were about 90% male, ranging in age from high school to their mid-30s, and relatively diverse. There was a contingent of stereotypical nerds and neckbeards, to be sure, but there were also perfectly normal, well-kept guys who happened to have a geeky hobby, including a towering, boisterous former college football player who showed up every month like clockwork with a much smaller friend and one-tricked a Roughcut deck to third or fourth place.

Katy liked Cyblade; she’d watched the cartoon as a kid and played a bit, but she wasn’t nearly confident enough to run an event like this. She was content to watch, tidy up the store, and work the till between rounds.

As the first round kicked off, Ian sidled up to her. “Hey,” he said, “You wanna take your break now? Should be good for at least 20 minutes.”

“Sure.” Katy entered the stockroom that doubled as a break room, munched on a quick snack, then opened her phone. In her notifications bar was a little diamond icon with a message reading “Don’t let your Energy go to waste – Gem Ladies is waiting!”

The next couple of levels were pretty easy, but Katy started having trouble on Level 13. It shouldn’t have been difficult, but she was getting unlucky and had made a few bad moves. It seemed like she was going to pull through until she was startled by a loud voice from the shop floor saying “Bullshit, that is not how that interaction works!”

Katy cracked the stockroom door open slightly and listened in on one of the less gracious players arguing with Ian about a ruling. Ian gave an exasperated sigh and said, “Look, man, I’m the tournament judge and I’m telling you it is. I’m also going to have to give you an official warning. One more and you DQ, okay?”

The player grumbled something about the nature of an “average Nytelyte player”, but things seemingly settled down after that. When Katy looked back at her phone, however, she realized she had a problem. She must have accidentally swiped in her Gem Ladies level when she’d been startled and she’d lost. The app had three punishments on display and a timer ticking down from 5 minutes.

– Clothing Restriction: Underwhere? I

– Clothing Restriction: Uniform Code I

– Compulsion: Salutation parisienne

Looking through the punishment options, Katy tried to think through what each might be about. “Underwhere” seemed both obvious and like something she would absolutely not be picking. “Uniform Code” was a little less clear. She could imagine having to wear the same thing multiple days in a row or wear her work clothes to class, both of which seemed annoying but manageable. Katy didn’t like the idea of developing a compulsion, and her limited knowledge of French had her worried “Salutation parisienne” might involve kissing people. Uniform Code it was.

Part 11 – Thurn

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Chapter 47 – Stormguard

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War makes strange allies. Long cherished principles are swept away by the tides of war. The ebb and flow of battles often forces people to make decisions they would much rather avoid. Take the people of Stormguard, for example. Almost without exception, the population of Stormguard despised their elven neighbours, but now the good citizens need to rely on the elves for survival. The events in the region around Stormguard over the last nine months have drawn this sleepy market town into centre stage of a civil war.

Stormguard is located at the headwaters of the fertile valley that provides Thurn city and its surrounding towns with most of its food and minerals. Six months ago, Stormguard became the unwilling bastion of the Emperor’s unsuccessful attempt to defeat the coup against him. That coup has been lead by a junta of three, headed by my nemesis, the Chief Procurator. Now the civil war has exhausted its main protagonists, who can no longer arm and pay their soldiers. The proud people of Thurn have descended into a leaderless rabble, prone to random acts of violence by warriors who owe their allegiance to whoever pays them gold.

I’ve only travelled through Stormguard once before. That was when I was undertaking an investigation into the disappearance of adolescent elves during their annual early-winter trek from their seasonal jobs, to the elven ghettos in Thurn’s main towns and cities. At that time, Stormguard was forbidden territory for elves. The local citizens were among many Thurnian traditionalists who believe in racial purity and the superiority of Thurnians. To them, elves were… perhaps, still are… nothing more than beasts of burden to exploit for Thurnian gain. However, for the moment, the twenty wilderness elves escorting us are tolerated by Stormguard’s citizens… provided the elves don’t venture into the better parts of town.

I should perhaps clarify before I go further that my references to north, south, east and west are the directions recognised by the Atenex, Merope, Mariners, and indeed everyone else on this planet… except those of Thurn. For some unknown reason, Thurn’s maps refer to north as south, and east as west. Thurn’s rebellious ‘western’ cities are, in reality, in the east of Thurn. Although I am Thurnian myself, I’ve become accustomed to looking at maps with the more widely accepted orientation.

The vast forests to the south and east of Stormguard are home to an increasingly large proportion of Thurn’s elven population. Now, thanks to the civil war, the forests are also home to many Thurnian civilians, whose homes and livelihoods have been destroyed by the war. For the last few months, the goals of the coup have been relegated to little more than an excuse to settle vendettas. Long simmering rivalries between powerful Thurnian men and women both fuel, and are fuelled by, the upheaval caused by the coup. Some use the coup as an excuse to expand their own influence and wealth. Racial purists have used the upheaval to persecute elves of all ages. Most of the elven population has either been rounded up and ‘resettled’, or they have fled to the southern forests and beyond. There are unconfirmed rumours that several hundred elves in Thurn city have fortified the abandoned cloisters that had previously been assigned to them as an elven ghetto. For months they have been under siege by the Chief Procurator’s soldiers.

Thanks to Makareta’s and Aputa’s excursions into Thurn over recent months, Cassandra and I probably have a better understanding of the current situation of Thurn’s multiple conflicts than anyone in Stormguard. The valley north of Stormguard, as far as Thurn city and the sea beyond, is controlled by a loose alliance of eight different armed groups. While nominally operating under the junta’s banner, the loyalty of some of those groups is tenuous at best. Bandits who reputedly proclaim loyalty to the Emperor, occupy the high mountains that border the western side of the valley. It’s their presence that keeps the valley warlords allied to the junta. As for the Emperor, then there has been no news of him for many weeks. Stormguard effectively changed loyalty to one of the junta’s allies when many of the Emperor’s mercenaries simply accepted a better offer from Lord Harken.

“Lord Harken has no interest in meeting with elves or their Thurnian sympathisers,” says the sergeant in his delayed response to Cassandra’s demand to meet with whomever is in charge.

“And I have no interest in meeting with Lord Harken,” replies Cassandra. “When I demanded to see your leader, I was referring to the Chief Procurator.”

The sergeant finds Cassandra’s request amusing. A brief bout of levity that ends abruptly when Aputa places the blade of her finely crafted elven knife against the sergeant’s throat. He belatedly realises that he and his men are in the company of armed elves carrying weapons far superior to the battered and worn implements at their sides.

“I’m sure the sergeant doesn’t mean any offence,” mecidiyeköy escort says Cassandra, gently drawing Aputa away from the confrontation. “Now, sergeant. I repeat my request. I wish to meet with the Chief Procurator. An escort by you and your men would make our journey simpler, but you are by no means essential.”

“And what recompense will my men and I receive for our services?” asks the sergeant.

“Since presumably the grateful thanks of Lord Harken is insufficient incentive for you to undertake this small task, and payment in gold could be misconstrued as a change in your loyalty, what payment do you desire?”

“My men’s cocks have been sorely mistreated. Throughout the last Rutting Season we were stationed in the mountains, where we were denied feminine company. Now that the elves have fled into the wilderness, we have no means of enjoying the urges a woman in heat brings.”

“Ah! I understand,” intervenes Aputa. “You are suggesting payment is provided by those Elf Maidens in our party who are in heat. If they are prepared to service your cocks, then are we able to reach a deal?”

“We are,” replies the sergeant.

Aputa discusses the subject with the elves escorting our party. Eleven of the twenty wilderness elves escorting us are adults, of which five are currently in heat. While I’m more than willing to satisfy any sexual needs of our accompanying Elf Maidens, the sergeant’s proposal is neither offensive nor unusual in these circumstances. Ten minutes later, a deal is struck and our enlarged party sets out on the road to Thurn city.

We travel on foot as the road is intermittently blocked by checkpoints manned by local mercenaries demanding tolls for safe passage. Few farmers and merchants bother to transport their goods to the markets in Thurn city. Consequently, places like Stormguard have ample food and goods, while the population of Thurn city goes hungry. Travelling on foot means we can easily circle around these hazards. We find a safe place to stop for the night, and the sergeant and his men are allowed their first instalment for their services. It always strikes me a hypocritical that a Thurnian man can profess hatred and loathing for elves, but he is more than happy to bury his cock deep inside one. Whether that is some form of male racial dominance power-trip, or simply sexual urges overriding everything else, would undoubtedly provide ample research material to keep scholars amused.

Cassandra and I get our fair share of entertainment. Defina35 is in heat and the three of us amuse ourselves in our well practised way.

Sex between eight lusty, sex-starved Thurnian mercenaries, and five horny Elf Maidens in heat was never going to be a gentle affair. In other circumstances I would feel concern for the Elf Maidens’ safety. However, these Elf Maidens are equally hungry for sex, and a wilderness life makes them hardy. Getting thrown about and manhandled by men with huge cocks rigid from lust is little more than a game to these elves. Their orgy lasts well into the night before they all fall asleep replete from their fornication.

Several blurry-eyed mercenaries assemble early the next morning, ready to resume our journey. In normal circumstances a journey on foot between Stormguard and Thurn city would take under three days. However, the constant need to avoid checkpoints along the road requires several detours through woods and across fields. We don’t reach the city until the fifth day, by which time the voracious sexual appetite of the Elf Maidens has exhausted even the most lusty of the mercenaries. The men seem relieved to finally see the taller buildings of Thurn city in the distance.

For those of us of the Thurnian race, gaining access to Thurn city itself isn’t as difficult as we had initially feared. The makeshift checkpoints into the city are no longer fully manned. As long as you look Thurnian, the bored sentries don’t bother checking the credentials of new arrivals. A big sign on the road warns that elves are not permitted to go any closer to the city. Our elven escort could easily overpower the pitiful squad on duty, but we don’t want to cause avoidable trouble.

Equally, it will be risky for Cassandra and I to enter the city without Defina35, Aputa and the armed elves accompanying us. The sergeant and his men have been cooperative so far. However, I don’t imagine for a minute that their helpfulness will continue once there are no longer any Elf Maidens to fuck. Fortunately Defina35, Cassandra and I are native to the city and we know of several alternative entrances into the city.

Based on Aputa’s earlier reconnaissance, we estimate that approaching from the seaward side through the docks area is our best chance of reaching our goal. Seaborne trade has all but ceased due to the war, and the docks are deserted. We circle around the westward side of the city, coming tantalisingly close to the cloisters where we believe there are hundreds of elves besieged by the Chief Procurator’s men. The towers of the cloisters are visible above the trees. The nişantaşı escort smoke rising from parts of the cloisters speak of recent action. We don’t dare go any closer in case we run into the besieging troops. Our mission is to meet with the Chief Procurator, and not get sidetracked into an attempt to break the siege of the cloisters.

We pass through the scattered housing between the forest and the docks. This is one of the poorer parts of the city and there is no sign of activity. Either the population has fled, or they are wisely hiding behind locked doors.

“This is as far as my men can go with you,” says the sergeant as we arrive at edge of what was once an elven ghetto.

The area is still signposted as an elven ghetto, even though the elves were rehoused in the cloisters before Cassandra and I left on our adventures. These derelict buildings were earmarked for redevelopment, but nothing has been done since we left.

“This ghetto is abandoned,” I reply. “There’s no reason for us not to pass through here to reach the city’s main gate.”

“That’s not the problem,” replies the sergeant. “Our commander, Lord Harken, broke his alliance with the junta several months ago. If the city’s soldiers discover our presence, then we are dead men.”

“Then why did you accompany us in the first place?” asks Cassandra.

“Because the next Rutting Season is ten months away, and you have Elf Maidens in heat in your group. We’ve enjoyed your company, but this is where our ways must part. I wish you good luck.”

While his men may appreciate the sergeant’s caution at a later date, their reluctance to part with the Elf Maidens is plain to see. However, we don’t linger, and we continue on towards the city gate. Somehow we need to get past the gate and into the Chief Procurator’s presence. More importantly, we need to do it in a way that means we can all walk away afterwards.

“I think this is going to be a job for you, Alex,” says Cassandra. “After all, you are a government official holding a position devised by the Chief Procurator himself. There’s no reason for you to be denied access to the Chief Procurator.”

“And what do you expect me to say to him?” I ask, seeing the logic of Cassandra’s proposal, even though I’m not keen on the idea.

“Just tell him that a delegation of Thurnians and elves are here to negotiate an end to the civil war. Get him to agree to meet with us, and I’ll take it from there.”

That may sound easy enough, but I can think of a dozen different ways this can go sideways. But I don’t have any better solution to offer, and we always anticipated this being the most dangerous step of our journey. I straighten my clothing and walk up to the city gate as though I’ve every right to be taken into the Chief Procurator’s presence.

The gate guards aren’t the elite of the junta’s soldiers… or at least, I assume the junta still has better trained soldiers. My demand to be escorted to the Chief Procurator throws the young officer in charge into a panic. Eventually he assigns a corporal and another soldier to take me to the main building, where presumably someone else will take responsibility for me.

It takes over an hour, and six changes of escort, before I finally meet with the Chief Procurator. One look at him tells me that he’s a troubled man. Clearly the coup and following civil war are going badly for the junta. While he is adept at preserving his own position, the Chief Procurator lacks any military vision and skills. I suspect his supporters still follow him simply because there’s no one else willing to replace him.

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” says the Chief Procurator by way of a greeting.

“Nor I you,” I reply. “But your civil war is causing more widespread upheaval than I think you realise. The Merope are on the verge of military expansion, and you have exhausted Thurn’s defences.”

My mention of the Merope doesn’t puzzle the Chief Procurator, confirming that he’s aware of their existence. It verifies something we heard while we were in Merope city. Negotiations between Thurn and the Merope have occurred in the past, but kept secret from all but an inner circle of leaders.

“What do you want, Alex?”

“I’m here with a delegation of Thurnians and Elves to negotiate an end to this civil war. Will you agree to meet with them and guarantee safe passage afterwards?”

“There can be no agreement while the elves in Thurn’s cloisters continue to fight my men,” replies the Chief Procurator.

“Then if we can obtain their agreement to a truce and attend our negotiations, will you agree to meet with them?”

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Chapter 48 – Negotiations

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It’s late in the afternoon by the time a delegation from the besieged elves meets with us. The delay wasn’t their fault. The officer in charge of the besieging troops was reluctant to allow any of the elves to leave the cloisters despite the Chief Procurator’s unambiguous orders. If anything, the delay illustrates the limited control the Chief şişli escort Procurator has over those fighting in his junta’s name.

Cassandra and I meet with the three elves from the cloisters as they leave their barricade. Given the losses the elves have inflicted on the besieging troops, we don’t want any misfortune to befall the elves as they pass through the Thurnian soldiers’ lines. The delegation’s leader is DF19, which makes her a clone-cousin of Defina35 and Defina36. We are delighted to discover the other two elves are AN332 and BH632 whom we haven’t heard from since they parted company with Aputa on an earlier foray from Atene into Thurn.

Cassandra and I have a group of twenty-five elves as our escort as we approach the location the Chief Procurator has chosen for our parley. I expected the Chief Procurator to insist on our leaving most of our escort at the gate, but we are all allowed through. Not wishing to be outdone by the size of our escort, the Chief Procurator has assembled forty soldiers and no fewer than ten administrators and advisers.

We are escorted to a huge courtyard known as the Sun Court. Apparently the Chief Procurator prefers to meet in the open air. Whether that’s to avoid the distraction of the Elf Maidens in heat, or the pungent natural defensive odour of elves, remains unsaid.

The armed escorts line up around the perimeter of the Sun Court with the two groups scowling at each other from opposite sides of the yard. A table has been set up in the centre of the courtyard, with seats for ten negotiators, five for each side. Cassandra and I are joined by Aputa, DF19 and Pania, the spokesperson for the wilderness elves. Facing us is the Chief Procurator and four of his advisers. All the others stand behind their respective group while remaining within earshot.

“Are the other two members of your junta here?” asks Cassandra once the introductions are complete.

“I haven’t seen either of them in months,” replies the Chief Procurator. “I will make any decisions to be made here.”

Cassandra takes charge of our side of the negotiations. It soon becomes apparent that those with the Chief Procurator would happily accept any deal that would end the suffering caused by the chaos around them. However, the Chief Procurator is not so readily persuaded, much to the annoyance of his four advisers sat either side of him.

“If we might break for a moment so that my colleagues and I can discuss your proposal with the Chief Procurator in private,” says one of the Chief Procurator’s advisers.

“Yes, certainly,” replies Cassandra. “That will give us a chance to confer as well.”

The Chief Procurator and his advisers walk into one of the nearby buildings, leaving us alone… apart from forty armed Thurnian soldiers who look as though they would rather be somewhere… anywhere… else. So far the negotiations have proceeded much as we anticipated. The stubbornness of the Chief Procurator is the only thing holding us back from reaching a satisfactory deal.

About ten minutes later the advisers return to the table without the Chief Procurator. Another of their number sits in the seat previously occupied by the Chief Procurator.

“Our apologies for the delay,” says the new negotiator. “The Chief Procurator has relinquished his position. As First Minister, I have been authorised to negotiate on behalf of Thurn. I believe we are close to agreement, so shall we continue.”

We resume the negotiations, which proceed without undue difficulty now that the Chief Procurator isn’t raising spurious issues. The only amendment to Cassandra’s initial proposal is that the newly merged territory is to include Thurn city and the valley towards Stormguard. Cassandra had assumed that those in Thurn city and surrounding towns would baulk at joining a confederation of Thurnians and elves. It appears that war weariness has exhausted the citizens of Thurn and the promise to call the new confederation ‘Thurn’ is all that is required to gain majority support… at least among those present here. Only Thurn’s ‘western’ cities are to remain independent, although Cassandra intends to invite them to join us.

Having obtained a broad agreement on the way forward, the mammoth task of implementing the plan requires much debate. Cassandra is in her element organising multiple groups to take responsibility for different parts of her grand plan. I don’t think any of us are under the illusion that all this is going to be easy. It could take months, if not years, for every rogue band of bandits and mercenaries to be brought into line. Mines, farms and factories need to be repaired and put back into operation. Food supplies need to be distributed to everyone. And the potential threat from Merope needs to be countered. It’s a massive task requiring the cooperation of everyone involved. However, we’ve made a start on the long journey ahead.

I notice that now we all seem to be friends, several of the Thurnian soldiers have taken the opportunity to approach those Elf Maidens in heat. Several couples have quietly withdrawn from gathering, presumably to explore their own union. For the moment, I’m surplus to requirements, and Defina35 is still in heat. We slip away during an energetic debate on restoring Thurn city to normality. The debate is still in progress when we return twenty minutes later. I doubt anybody has noticed our absence.