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Author’s Notes

1: This story is on its way to a harem-esque (in terms of the D/s dynamic) story, with Nyx as the sort of over-Dom. It is, sadly, not there yet, and will probably be quite a while before it gets there. That said, once it does get there it will have strong BDSM elements (also, twincest), so be warned.

2: Nikki and Sienna belong to Hentai Foundry’s manta_ray, and will be exiting the story (well, technically Sienna never entered, but anyway) by the end of Chapter Three, per her request. They may return in the future, but not until we’re into double-digit chapters at least. Kyrie belongs to S.

3: I will add a pronunciation guide, and will add a separate chapter consisting of character descriptions if it is requested – I try not to bog down story with description, but sometimes it leaves readers lacking on physical details.

4: The name in parentheses at the beginning of each chapter is the person whose perspective it is from, in case that was unclear.

5: Yeah, there are a lot of notes and stuff at the beginning. Just press on and you’ll get to the story. Future chapters will be fairly light on notes, comparatively.

World Stuff: The world in these stories is one where the Fae have open contact with mortals. Events have unfolded largely in the way they have on our Earth, however, since the Fae rarely care enough to effect large-scale change (and when they do, you can bet that other Fae are working to undo that very change).

The primary differences between this world and our own are the aftermath of Fae/human hybrids.

The most commonly seen effect of having Fae blood are having some form of magic; actual, flexible, sorcerous-style magic is rarely found with less than 1/2 Fae heritage, and never in anyone who has less than 1/4 Fae heritage. What are far more common, and can occur much further down the generational line, are Gifts – basically very specific magics. Sarah, for instance, within the story has a Gift with lighting – she can manipulate the lighting of the general area she’s in. Very minor… but very useful when you’re trying to take photos.

The other effect of the fae blood are netari. Basically, some Fae women have cocks instead of pussies, woo (world-wise, there are probably Fae men with pussies, but meh, that doesn’t particularly interest me, so I’m not writing it), and they’re fully fertile (well, if they want to be). Thus, occasionally a female descendant of a Fae ancestor will have a penis.

Random Pronunciation Stuff

Netari: neh-tah-ree

Kyrie: Kai-ree

Chiara: Ki-Aura

Sidhe: Shee-uh

Nyx: Nix

Credits and all that stuff: escort taksim Thank you manta_ray for your editing and characters for the first three chapters; S, thank you for both your editing and for Kyrie

Chapter Notes

This one’s pretty much all smut. A little chardev, but really just smut. More story will come later.

Chapter 01 (Sarah)

I smiled happily as I reached the house, setting down my camera bag to unlock the door. It wasn’t a big house, but the fact that it was a house at all was a testament to how well Nyx’s work paid — my photography alone wouldn’t be able to rent this and still have money left over for luxuries. The day had gone well, though, and as I stepped inside I cheerfully called out, “Nyx, I’m home! What’re you up to?” There was no response, though, which worried me for a moment — she had said she’d be home all day, after all — but not for long, as I quickly heard the sound of running water and realized that she must be in the shower.

I walked into the living room, turning on my laptop and setting my camera to sync the photos from today’s shoot — today I’d shot people, mostly a quite attractive girl named Chiara in various attractive undergarments — she was one of the models for next month’s issue of Shadows and Lace, a popular magazine for sexy lingerie. Mmm, she was pretty… I thought. An engaging conversationalist, too — I should talk more to her during our appointment the day after tomorrow. Maybe grab dinner with her. Just then, something interrupted my reverie. Was that a moan? When the sound was repeated, I glanced at the progress bar for the camera sync. It still had a ways to go, so I shrugged off the coat I’d worn to stave off the chill air outside and stood.

I trotted quickly off to the bathroom, shedding clothes as I went. First went the white button-down shirt, then the bra beneath it, then my pants and the panties beneath them. Nyx must be pleasuring herself in the shower, I reasoned, and I’d just love to step in there and take over for her. As I stepped into the bathroom, however, closing the door again behind me, I saw two silhouettes through the rippled shower glass — one standing, perhaps leaning against the shower wall, and the other on its knees between the first one’s legs. I frowned. Nyx didn’t mention any visitors for today, I thought, stepping up to the shower door and opening it.

Inside I found a scene so sexy that I had to bite my lip to stifle a gasp. Nyx was leaning back against the wall of the shower, her pelvis thrust forward and her hands tangled in Nikki’s hair, who was, if the sounds coming from the two of them were any indicator, eating her out with both impressive enthusiasm and skill.

Nyx, in her escort topkapı female form, stood at a shade under five ten, hairless save for the shoulder-length black hair failing to hide either of the obvious signs of her sidhe heritage — her ears were clearly pointed, and her irises were green and blue, swirled together but never mixing, framing her catlike pupils. Her breasts weren’t much larger than average for a human of her build, but they were perfectly formed, tipped with perfect pink nipples, each of them pierced with a silver stud. The hood of her clit, I knew, was pierced with a small silver ring, which I imagined Nikki was putting to good use. A tattoo in black ink ran from her left ankle to the base of her neck, all swirls and points, emphasizing her curves, drawing the eye across her best features. Her muscles were not clearly defined, instead merely hinting at the strength not quite apparent in her form — like most fae and their close descendants, she possessed unearthly strength, little to do with her muscles.

Nikki’s body I was just as familiar with — even though she was obscured by her position, I knew exactly what she looked like. Very fit, her abs forming a hint of a six-pack, the muscles in her arms visible as she held Nyx’s hips steady. Her breasts, just on the good side of overlarge, tipped with delightfully sensitive nipples, their areolas on the large side. Her waist, curving enticingly into her hips, her full butt begging to be groped, her clean-shaven pussy framed by her well-formed legs. Her wavy, almost frizzy red hair fell between her shoulder blades, the bottom five inches or so dyed black.

Neither of them noticed my entrance into the shower, so I stepped into the water, getting myself good and wet quickly as they continued. I grinned as I had an idea, soaping my index and middle fingers well, getting them slippery, then I stepped up next to Nyx, wrapping my left arm around her, kissing her deeply. She made a quiet sound of surprise, but returned the kiss passionately, continuing to whimper, moan, and thrust her hips as Nikki continued her attentions, As Nyx relaxed into the kiss, I slid my other arm around her, slipping my fingers between the cheeks of her ass, circling her anus, pressing my finger against it gently for a moment, allowing her to realize what was about to happen, before I slid both lubricated fingers into her backdoor, thrusting firmly, in time with her own thrusts forward.

This dual stimulation was too much for her to withstand for long, and less than a minute later she was crying out as she came, convulsing and tightening around my fingers, but we did not let up. No sooner did she finish her first orgasm than we brought her into her second, and then her third, only relenting as escort şirinevler she finished cumming for a fourth time. When we released her, her legs wobbled for a moment before she steadied herself, smiling at us both and tugging Nikki to her feet. We shared a three-way kiss, which, as can be expected, was fun, but quite sloppy and messy.

“Nikki dropped by on an impulse,” Nyx explained after we broke off the kiss.

“Mmm, looks like it was a good impulse to me,” I replied, grinning. “Certainly a sexy one.”

“Yes, yes it was,” Nikki said, licking her lips, “But let’s finish washing off, we’re wasting hot water.”

We agreed, going about the decidedly pleasant business of soaping each other off and washing each other’s hair. Our hands strayed across each other, flicking nipples, rolling them between our fingers, tenderly massaging each other’s scalps as we washed hair, brushing hands over pussies, tweaking clits. By the time we were done, we were all so twitching with lust that our pussies were almost dripping, and the instant we were all dry I spoke up. “I need you both. Right now.”

Nyx grinned. “And I have the perfect idea for it. Living room!” she said excitedly, pushing us towards the living room. She began arranging us briskly as she got there, clearly in as much need as the rest of us, but managing to repress it enough to plan. She lay Nikki on her back on the carpet, a pillow beneath her hips to raise them, spreading her legs. I watched Nyx curiously, then bit my lip with anticipation as I saw that she had changed her form from female to netari, a cock and balls replacing her pussy. Her cock was fully hard, perhaps seven inches long, and thick enough to make me squirm with delight at the thought of her entering me.

She pushed me down gently onto my hands and knees, and knelt behind me. After a few slight adjustments, my mouth was directly above Nikki’s sex, and Nyx’s cock was pressed against the entrance to my own. I squirmed happily, trying to press into Nyx, but she held my hips in place firmly. “We all cum together, understand?” she said. We made whimpering noises of assent, and she slid her cock into me. At that cue, I began my work on Nikki’s pussy, licking over it, flicking my tongue over her clit eagerly. As Nyx began to up the pace, I worked on Nikki with greater fervor, my back arching hard, Nikki’s doing the same, her hands tightening, clawing at the carpet needfully.

The time until we came was a blur of pleasure, the taste of Nikki on my tongue, the fullness of Nyx inside me, and the ever-growing need for release. It was much the same for each of us, as we became lost in sensations, action and reaction, pleasuring and being pleasured. After some time the three of us came as one, Nyx filling me with her cum as I lapped up Nikki’s, my tongue delving into her for as long as I could keep control. We came once, twice, a third time together, before finally disengaging each other from each other just long enough to collapse against each other on the couch, snuggling close before drifting off, exhausted from our exertions.

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Val watched the fog drift outside her window. It made her rotten day seem even worse, and it had been pretty damned rotten. First, there had been the incident with Belle. Goodness knows, it’s entirely too much to ask that a day start with a nice cup of coffee and no bad news. But that’s what you get in this line of work. You start with the best intentions, to intervene and give someone a better life. And a few years down the road you spend your every waking moment solving their problems.

Fairy god-mothers never get any rest. So her whole morning had been shot listening to Belle’s headaches with her new in-laws. And Val had managed to hold her tongue in check; but she’d really wanted to shout, Well, when you marry a beast, you should be prepared for family issues. Hell, the girl broke the curse, no sweat, but give her a mewling mother-in-law and she crumbles under the pressure. And the fairy god-mother is supposed to wave her wand and make it all better. Well, that was pretty easy. A little “magic dust” to put in her mother-in-law’s dinner would solve all her problems. And valium comes to the rescue once again.

So breakfast was ruined, but no, that wasn’t enough. By noon Rapunzel starts shrieking about a runaway child and why didn’t you get here sooner and what should I do..? Talk about psychological issues after being locked in a tower for a few years. After searching for the stupid kid all afternoon, he shows up for dinner. A friend had invited him out for a friendly game of baseball. He’d left a note, which apparently had gotten put in with the outgoing mail. Grrrr… If it wouldn’t have ruined her image, she’d have probably have smacked Rapunzel for not checking with his friends before freaking out.

And not three hours ago she’d had to go and threaten Little Bunny Foo Foo for going out and chasing her field mice. Damn it, those field mice were imported from Transylvania, and too bloody expensive to have that stupid rabbit poaching them.

So now she stood by the window and brooded. If ever a person could brood, Val did it best. Her reflection in the window glass showed a beautiful woman, surely not older than thirty, with dark hair fluttering around her waist and large hazel eyes framed by sooty lashes. Honey toned skin and a scattering of freckles made her seem almost human. Her soft, ruddy mouth was set in a sneer as she gazed out into the night.

And suddenly her evening improved. Along the road to her cottage she could see a torch slowly edging closer. Val spun away from the window and doused the lantern in her room. Near blind in the darkness, she quickly moved to her dresser and searched by feel for her nicest nightgown. It was soft velvet with two slits up the front to showcase her legs as she walked. The spaghetti straps would be a little chilly, but that was the least of her concerns. She pulled it on and was about to close the drawer when she paused. Another quick search turned up silk panties, which she hurried to put on. At the night table her fingers found her brush and she spent a little time making sure her hair was soft and untangled.

Since she could use all the height she could get with him, she pulled on sandals that had a slight heel. Just thinking about him made her panties get a little wet. She was just telling herself to calm down, because she hated getting her hopes up when he never seemed to notice anything she did, when there was a knock at her door. It wasn’t loud, but it was matter of fact, and just hearing it made her take a deep breath so she wouldn’t be too flushed when she saw him.

A lighted candle in hand, she went to the door as calmly as possible and slowly opened it. She wasn’t sure if it was the slightly chilled air or seeing him standing there that caused her nipples to pucker faintly. As their eyes met he slowly doused his torch in the bucket beside her door.

“Huntsman.” She was proud that her voice was almost calm.

“Lady.” A shiver made it’s way down her spine. That answers that question, how could she doubt that her body responded to him rather than the cold?

“Please, would you like to come in?”

Rather than answer, he moved towards her until her nerve very nearly broke. But rather than throw herself at him as she wanted to, she allowed pride to rule her and she backed out of the doorway, drawing the door with her. The huntsman passed so near her that she caught the sent of him. A bit of smoke and pine. Damn, her panties were getting soaked already.

“Did I wake you?”

“Not really, no. I had yet to fall asleep. But what brings you to my door at this late hour, huntsman?” She leaned against the fireplace mantle and gestured for him to pick a seat. The remaining embers from that day’s fire warmed escort sultangazi her back. “Surely you’ve been awake since dawn, this is a late call…”

“And unfortunately not a pleasure call. You have mice ruining your southern fields.” He sat in an overstuffed arm chair, his body dwarfing her petite furniture. He dwarfed everything in her cottage, since he hovered at nearly 6′ 7″. Which put him over a foot taller than Val. He relaxed into the chair with a soft sigh. His eyes closed, and Val could see how tired he looked. A tremor of guilt moved her.

Moving quietly she slipped into the kitchen area, and opened the cold storage. “Mice? Again? I’m sure you’re right, but…”

“But?” He sounded drowsy.

“Not again, was what I was going to say.” She piled a plate with slices of turkey and nudged the stove a little sharply until it woke up and started to heat the kettle of water she’d placed on it. A swift search of the pantry yielded a wedge of pineapple and a chocolate muffin. OK, so maybe it wasn’t a gourmet selection, but at least she had something to feed him. “It’s only been three or four weeks since the last time you trapped my fields.”

“Apparently it’s been enough time for them to regroup…” His eyes opened as she leaned over him to place the plate on the table beside him. Her breasts were showcased nicely in front of his eyes, and he felt himself stir, as he always did around Val. Unfortunately today had been a hell of a day, and he doubted he’d be able to keep up with her even if he did manage to get her into bed. Damn, but he loved theses night visits. And in the past six months he’d managed to make several night visits, mostly because he loved the way she filled out her nighties. Wasn’t he too old for this, he asked his libido? The answer was a resounding ‘no.’

“I thank you, lady. Today has been too long, and my last meal was many hours ago.”

Val smiled sympathetically at him. And almost felt guilty about the mice. Almost. Today had sucked for her too. A gentle chirp from the tea kettle had her returning to the kitchen and pouring the boiling water over tea. She returned to his side and sat on the floor by his feet, her back against the sofa.

Hunter ate the cold repast with pleasure. It was probably the best thing he’d ever eaten. Which was partially because he was starving after spending all afternoon returning sheep that had wandered from Mary’s flock and putting out snares for a rabid boar in the Enchanted Forest. The only highlight was sitting here watching Val as she relaxed, staring into the flames in the hearth. And trying to keep from staring at the edge of her nighty as it slid high on her thigh, revealing more of her shapely legs than he could comfortably deal with. Having downed all he could eat, he leaned back in his chair. Almost as if that was a signal, she turned to face him and smiled at him from her perch on the floor. “Finished?” She rose, and stretched, making his eyes widen and trace the curve of her breasts appreciatively. Hunter also rose and took the plate and cup, before she could reach them. Paralyzed, all she could do was look up at him, her body inches from touching his, her lips parted on a small exclamation.

Annoyed with herself and wondering for how long she had been frozen, she wrenched her gaze from his. And for good measure she also grabbed the dishes from his grasp. “I’ll take these. You’ve had a long day, and need to relax.” She pushed him lightly back into the chair.

“I should argue with you, since I’ve already inconvenienced you enough… But I am tired. I can only thank you again.”

“Nonsense, it is always a pleasure to have your company.” And with a quick turn she moved away from him towards the kitchen. Hunter could only sit back and admire her swaying backside.

When Val returned moments later, she found Hunter with his eyes closed and a slight snore on his lips. A smile turned the corner of her mouth up. “Well, I always knew I wanted a good reason to have him in my bed. I just never saw him asleep for the trip.” She bent over him and started to pull him to his feet. Hunter started to come awake as she shouldered some of his weight with a grunt. “Come on Huntsman. You’ll kill your back if you sleep the night in that chair.”

Not entirely awake and aware, despite the shortness of his time in slumber, Hunter only had a vague notion to let her lead him up the narrow stairs to her bedroom. The short trip over, she let him fall unconscious onto the center of her bed. Val eyed him consideringly. The idea of undressing him had great merit, but she knew that that would be hard to explain in the morning, so she settled for pulling off his boots, socks, vest escort fatih and belt. She pulled the covers over him and went to extinguish the fire downstairs.

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Hunter woke quickly early the next morning, all his senses screaming at him. He was not in his bed and he had no idea where he was. And there was a warm, soft and very female body half draped over him. This wasn’t so bad he decided. And when Val murmured in her sleep and shifted more completely he sucked in his breath.

A definite improvement over yesterday. And the fit of his pants was a testament to it. They were uncomfortably tight around his cock, which was straining to rub against her thigh through the rough material of his pants. “Easy boy. I’m sure she’s just being neighborly, letting me share her bed after I passed out cold in her living room. Can’t take advantage of her trust…” Boy was not interested in higher morals. Boy was aware that after eight months of celibacy there was a warm female stretched over him.

“Shit.” Hunter tried to carefully nudge Val over, so he could leave quietly. She simply muttered again and rubbed herself against him. Her head was in the crook of his shoulder and she nuzzled him gently. Her thigh shifted and Hunter groaned.

But honor’s a bitch, he told himself. No way was he going to do anything as primal as flipping her under him and thrusting himself so deep into her slit that neither of them would be able to think straight for a week. He wasn’t going to pound her till she screamed and came. And he really wasn’t going to rip her nighty off and touch all of the treasures he had been lusting after for weeks. Months. Years. “Sonovabitch.”

Val was still drifting in sleep, but she was aware of a peculiar sensation. Someone was lying under her. Someone wonderfully big and hard and warm. She’d been plagued by vivid dreams of steamy sex all night, and she was aroused and sleepy and had a warm body under her. But there seemed to be clothing in the way. Annoyed, she shifted so her cunt was resting over Hunter’s cock and wiggled, trying to will the clothing away.

Hunter was unaware that Val was starting to wake up, and simply swore viciously at her movements, since his arousal was already damned painfully uncomfortable. Her hardened nipples were a revelation, as they brushed against his chest.

In a weird twist of fate, it also turned out that while Val was not awake, and she was not entirely asleep, she could still command the powers that are innate to every fairy god-mother. Her annoyance at the clothing that were separating her from him got solved very quickly. They tore themselves free of the couple in the bed and rested in a slightly embarrassed heap on the floor beside the bed. After all, there was nothing dignified about the grinding and moaning occurring above them.

All Hunter knew was that one moment he was clothed, trying to get out from under a sleepy woman, the next he was naked with warm, aroused female flesh pressing against him. And now Boy refused to be ignored. Hunter moved swiftly, turning over and pushing Val into the bedding on her back. Still trying to keep his honor intact he kissed her hard, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. His tongue thrust hard between her lips, and he pressed his erection against her cunt lips.

Val was very awake now. Her heart was pounding, her breath was ragged as Hunter raised his head and propped himself up on his arms above her. “Tell me to leave.” His eyes dared her to say any such thing. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you blind.” The pressure of his cock against her opening was irresistible, not that Val had ever planned on resisting him.

“If you’re going to tell me to stop, you have to do it now.” He almost seemed reluctant, with all the opportunity he was giving her to escape, she thought peevishly. To answer him, she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers so she could ravage him with her tongue. He groaned at her nonverbal acceptance and settled himself back down over her body, which was becoming damp with sweat.

His hands moved over her shape swiftly, but thoroughly. And his tongue was wont to follow. Val though she would die when he closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked. Hard. Her hips gyrated in response, rubbing her cunt against his hip. Her nails dug into his back.

They both moaned. “God, Hunter, are you trying to drive me nuts?” He smiled at the husky way she gasped out his name. Glad to oblige, now that he was close to getting laid, he let his hand slip lower. And found her incredibly damp and eager pussy. He rubbed against her clit and muffled a laugh when she jerked as if hit by lightening. A few more strokes escort etiler and he had the pleasure of seeing her eyes go wide.

“Oh, lord. Hunter! Ohhh…” She shudder and gasped as honey flooded her cunt. Hunter gently suckled on her breast as she came down from her first orgasm, and stroked her thighs enticingly.

Still drunk with pleasure Val dragged his mouth up to hers and gave him a sloppy kiss. But he was far from done. His cock rubbed up against her still tender clit and she moaned as she began to feel arousal growing again. The first orgasm had been a dozy, but that was nothing compared to the next one.

Finally, Hunter thought, as he began to sink his cock into her depths. As he began to slide home, Val tensed up again. The heat was incredible, but the wetness, and the strength with which she gripped him… She was headlong into her second orgasm. “Ohhh… Hunter, Hunter. Fuck! Ohhhhhhh…” It was only with by amazing feat of will power that he managed not to cum right then and there. She was quivering around him with an intensity that made the Richter scale blush.

But he still had a toe-hold on his self-control. After all, he’d promised he’d fuck her blind and he wanted to be sure she’d be welcoming him back tonight. So he held himself in her and above her, watching as her mouth went slightly slack and all the tension drained from her body. Her eyes were unseeing, but as he moved fractionally inside her they jerked to his face. She was so wet, absolutely slick, that he had no difficulty pulling out slightly before thrusting back into her heat, despite how tight her box was. He knew she would be feeling very sensitive for a while, so his movements were designed to be smooth and slow enough for her to enjoy them.

Val wasn’t real thrilled with that idea. She wanted fucked, she wanted it now, and she’d gone through too much trouble to get it to worry overly about his sensibilities. Self-control’s a great thing, but damned if she’d let it get in her way. She leaned up and bit Hunter. Hard enough for him to jerk harshly and growl. She glared at him, “Now. Faster. Damn you, faster.” He tormented her a moment more by withdrawing almost entirely. And slammed back into her tight cunt, making her screech a little in obvious pleasure. Her hands gripped his arms, and her nails marked his skin. His pounding made her body jerk slightly with every thrust making her breasts jiggle. She arched up to meet his thrusts. Nothing had ever felt this good. He was so hard, so deep.

Both of them were breathing hard. He was thrusting more erratically now, she could tell he was close. One of her hands left his upper arm to reach down to her clit. So close… Deeper and harder and oh, there! Her cunt tightened fractionally around him, and the increase in sensation threw Val into her third orgasm. “Oh, FUCK!” More heat, more wetness, more tension. Hunter was slick with sweat and at the edge himself. He could barely concentrate enough to see, but he shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to pull her hips tight against his as he thrust one final time, deep and hard. He was pretty sure he blacked out. There was no way he had enough blood left in his head to be conscious when every bit of his being was struggling to get inside of her as he exploded.

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

Val was feeling smug. Three orgasms and a heavy Hunter squishing her into the mattress were enough to make any woman feel smug and wonderful. And slightly flattened, but somewhere inside there was a Halleluja chorus at the top of its lungs. She thought about moving him so she could breathe normally, but she didn’t want to wake him up, because that would make it morning and he’d have to leave and she’d have to get to work. And he smelled good. Well, not GOOD, more like musky and male and exhausted. Which was her doing, and thus she was smug.

He groaned and stirred. She tightened her arms around him and buried her face more firmly against his chest. He chuckled huskily. And rolled off of her. Val pouted. Full lower lip and all. Until he dragged her on top of him. “Now be nice, you know we can’t skip work. Heck, if you aren’t up in about an hour, all of the royals will be banging on your door,” he rubbed his hands up and down her back, making her purr slightly. “If you’d like, I can come back tonight,” his fingers dipped extra low on her backside and he squeezed fondly, “And we can continue where we left off.”

“I’d like to chain you to my bed and lock all the doors and never let either of us escape… But you grossly overestimated. In less than half an hour, the entire world will be barging into this room. Off with you, you’re late for work.” And she felt smug and happy all over again. He’d never been late for work before. Until her. She was a bad influence on him, and it was wonderful. Of course, she’d never been this late before either, and she knew her mirror was never going to let her forget it.

By the time she’d left that reverie, he was dressed and at the door. “Tonight.” And he was gone.

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This is a Sci-fi fantasy written by an amateur writer. As such comments are appreciated as well as votes.

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l 30,000 miles beyond the Kuiper belt

If you’ve ever put together a shelving unit from IKEA, you may have ended up with a few leftover screws or washers, maybe even a bracket or two. That’s the Kuiper belt, a junkyard of material left over from the forming of our solar system. It is also the nursery where comets are born by way of Jupiter’s gravity.

The belt is also a great hiding spot for any alien race to park and observe the life inhabited blue wonder, known as ‘Terra’ to the sentient universe. What are the odds, with so many rare occurrences needing to take place, that this world would even exist.

One such race of extraterrestrials known only as the WATCHERS, to those that know of their existence, was currently parked just past the Kuiper belt doing what they do best…watching.

With advanced technologies far beyond that of any others in the universe, they watched the little blue marble known by its inhabitants as ‘Earth’.

Any other time their chief science officer and the 6 scientists that worked under him, would be studying the molten core that lay in the center of the blue marble.

They were studying earth’s core because they were hoping to replicate it for their other pet project, creating artificial planets.

The universe contains an uncountable number of planets but molten metal cores are so extremely rare. When they do find a planet with an active core they have standing orders to learn all they could, from its magnetic build up, to its life expectancy.

But not today. Today the powers that be have these

Highly intelligent scientists watching a small town on Long Island.

To be even more precise, they were actually watching one individual human that greatly concerned them. The individual, Robert Spinelli, was currently in possession of two life forces. This definitely should not be! As far as the ancient alien race knew, it was the first time since the formation of the universe that this had happened, making Robert Spinelli the most unique living creature in existence. The group of scientists should have been overjoyed to study such a specimen. But what troubled them was that it was by a mistake of their own making that he even exists, and that goes against everything the WATCHERS believed.

To better grasp the situation you have to first understand that the WATCHERS have a rule of non-interference with other races’ development and/or history. That is not to say that they won’t use this time portal technology to tweak their own timeline as long as no other beings in the universe are affected.

They have managed to follow this one rule for millions of years without serious incident…until recently. You see the ability to alter events through time manipulation has finally backfired on them.

It should have been a routine time jump to retrieve a downed vessel that crash landed on earth in the year of 1981. The council determined that they could not leave a ship, full of highly advanced tech, to be discovered by Earth’s inhabitants.

They knew full well what these primitive people would do to themselves if they discovered the downed vessel before the WATCHERS could retrieve it.

What the ancient beings didn’t account for was that at the same exact moment they opened a time vortex in earth year 2018, an experiment involving a super collider on earth had simultaneously failed miserably, sending out an energy pulse that greatly expanded the vortex allowing Robert Spinellis ascending life force to get pulled in alongside the Time vessel.

They didn’t know why his life force didn’t continue ascending once the unintended stowaway reached 1981 but without ascending, there was only one place this life force could have gone and that was the body of his younger self. Problem was, 18 year old Robert Spinelli already had a life force inhabiting his physical form so now he was in possession of two, an 18 year olds and a 55 year olds.

Some of these advanced beings were convinced that they needed to right this catastrophe by going back and stopping themselves from causing it in the first place. Others of their kind argued that the supreme law was not broken since they did not purposely set out to cause this unique situation. And any action purposely taken now would be a violation of said law.

While there was an even smaller group of them that did not care for the law of non-interference and were secretly intrigued by Robert Spinelli and his…situation.

And it was this group that decided to secretly help this unique human to better understand his predicament. So while the rest of the WATCHERS were debating what action they should take, this small group set about trying to communicate clandestinely with the human boy.

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The morning after the party

I woke the next morning to an empty house so I took a quick shower, got escort kağıthane dressed and went downstairs to make something to eat. After a hearty breakfast of generic cereal (my family was on a thin budget) I decided to go for a run. Might as well get started on that whole living healthier thing.

Before I could step one foot out the door, the house phone rang. I waited for the answering machine to pick up so I could see who was calling.

“Yo! Pick up it’s Tony! I said…”

“Hey Tony. I was just about to call you. Last night was insane! Are you planning to go back there today?” I asked my best friend, trying to sound like my 18 year old self.

“You didn’t hear? Word got back to Mr. and Mrs. Henderson about the attempted rape and the party that they never gave permission to throw. Suffice it to say the rest of the party is canceled.” Tony sadly informed me.

“Dude, there will be other parties. So did you decide which school you’re going to?” Tony had been accepted to a handful of colleges, three of them Ivy league. His mathematical skills were without question so he was leaning towards computer science.

“That’s easy, I chose MIT. I get a full ride as long as I play basketball, so everything is paid for, dorm included. I’ll be close enough to travel home on holidays and 3 day weekends.” He proudly proclaimed.

“I just enrolled in Suffolk community college to start in September. I also enrolled in Harvard business school, Wharton business and Yale.” I said knowing Tony was going to question my choices and the fact that I’m no longer interested in the military.

“Okay, what happened to you going into the military because you couldn’t afford to go to school?” He asked as expected.

“I’ve had a change of heart. Before you ask, I’ll get a part time job to pay my tuition. When I finally get accepted to one of my other 3 choices I’ll figure something out.” I explained knowing that was not going to cut it with my best friend.

“A part time job might be enough to pay for Suffolk but ‘figure something out’ is not a sound plan especially for a business major.” Tony said.

“Look I know it’s not the perfect plan but since I don’t have parents that can pay my way then it’s the best I could come up with for now.” I said before changing the subject. I couldn’t just say ‘I’m going to pay for school with gambling winnings.’

“I’m thinking we need one more major party before we both go off to be adults for the rest of our lives.” I suggested.

“Well there is the Smiths point beach party the football team is throwing and unlike their previous parties, this one is open invite. Are you in?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods? What time amigo?” I asked.

“It starts at 8pm but I figure 9 or 10 for us. Be prepared to get swamped with questions about kicking Kurt’s ass last night. You know his parents refused to bail him out and it’s likely he’ll get a 5 year sentence since it’s his second offense. First time he was charged with breaking and entering but copped out to trespassing and got 3 years probation which he was still serving when he was arrested.” Tony happily informed me.

“Well it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. What about his two buddies? I know they were cuffed and placed in separate squad cars.” I asked.

“Yeah, about that, since they never got the chance to do anything to Gina and they’re willing to testify against Kurt, they got to walk free. The one you kicked through the door is telling anyone who’ll listen that you snuck up on him and hit him when his back was turned. And since he played football, there’s a really good chance he’ll be at the party.” Tony warned me.

“Thanks for the heads up, they’ll probably feel emboldened after not being charged like their buddy Kurt was so I’ll be keeping an eye out for them.” I hung up thinking if there was going to be a confrontation, the beach would be the perfect place.

I headed out wearing sweats and a tee-shirt I got in a three mile run, which is unusual since I shouldn’t have been able to get past one mile. I wasn’t doing much running at 18, I didn’t appreciate the benefits of stamina until the military taught it to me. By mile two I knew I could put in many more miles and by mile three I wasn’t even slightly winded. This was definitely out of the ordinary, so I decided to head home to test my endurance in other ways.

Once home, I went to my man cave (basement) and assembled my weight set putting 150 lbs on the barbell. I did 30 reps with no signs of tiring so I added 100 lbs and did another 30 reps. Though I was ecstatic about my new found strength, I was also concerned about what it all meant.

As grateful as I was to not only be alive but also to have a second chance at getting it right, I still wondered, ‘why me’.

When I was in Korea, my sensei showed us the benefits of meditation. If he was here now he would say “Haksaeng, in order to unlock your body’s true potential, you must first harness your mind’s potential through meditation.”

So sitting in the lotus position escort beyoğlu I attempted to focus on my run this morning. I envisioned myself catching my second wind and the sounds of my feet hitting the pavement with each stride. I could feel the morning sun starting to heat the day and as I rounded Avondale lane I could smell freshly cut grass. That’s when I saw Mr. Harris as he mowed his lawn. I had just entered the park when I had a vision of the earth from very far away. I was standing on what looked like a floating disk of light. When I looked down at the thing I was standing on I couldn’t see my feet due to the long robe I was wearing.

I seemed to be on a ship of some sort. Looking about I saw other…beings, and they seemed to be studying the earth. I couldn’t make out if they were male or female, at least not due to their body types. Yet the aura around them gave me an indication of their sex for some reason. Out of the six of them one had a purple aura (I believed that was the female) while the rest had silver auras.

None were looking at me because they were focused on the earth off in the distance. For a moment I could hear a small voice in my… no it was not in my head, I was in it’s head. The voice was calm but I could detect its confusion.

“Can you hear me earthling? Am I using the correct language?”

“Wait… who are you? What’s going on? I can hear you but you’re speaking French. Wait, why can I understand you even though I never took a French lesson in my life? Again who are you and how is this possible?” I asked in thought.

Switching to English the being, who’s mind I was trespassing, explained as best it could.

“How this is happening is simple, I was attempting to communicate with you, which opened our minds to you, it appears you were entering a meditative state just as that was occurring. Since you are a new and unique creature we could not anticipate that you would enter my mind instead of me entering yours.

As for who we are, there is no word in your language for our name! You may call us “WATCHERS” as others do or you may refer to us as the “OLD ONES’ as we out-dated many star systems! My individual designation is ‘183’.

It was our mistake that sent you back in time. And created this conundrum.

We were opening a portal to your earth year 1981 to…undo an accident. You see one of our scout vessels crash landed in your At-lan-tic ocean that earth year but we found out too late to save the crew. The vessel sank too deep for us to retrieve. Our plan was to go back in time to prevent the crash from happening in the first place, which we did. We did not anticipate your life force getting caught in the vortex.”

“Wait a minute, when you say my life force, what you really mean is my soul” I asked

“What you call a soul is really your life force. It is also the one common denominator of all life in the universe. Your life force was in the process of ascending when it was pulled in.

Once it passed through the vortex, it found itself back in 1981 and was drawn to the only place it could exist, your younger self and it now coexist with your younger selves life force. This is not something we have ever seen or heard of and we are the “OLD ONES”.

You may be experiencing moments of confusion and moments of extreme clarity. We believe that the confusion will eventually subside. The clarity is but the beginning of your unique situation manifesting itself.”

After a slight pause the “Old Ones” continued.

“We have observed certain abnormalities in you that are increasing your natural abilities and may gain you some unnatural abilities as well. As this is all very new to us we can only speculate. Some of our kind are very concerned by this”

“Does this mean you’re going to try to send me back?” Robert asked fearing his second chance was temporary at best.

“There are those of our kind that want to try and others that believe it is wrong to do so. There is a very small group of us that want to guide you as you discover what you’re capable of and assist you in reaching your full potential. We are that last group, that is why we attempted to communicate with you. But we mustn’t be found out. If it is discovered that we assisted you we would be severely punished. Maybe even extinguished.” The OLD ONE explained.

“What do you expect of me? You must want something, why else would you risk so much?” I asked even though I feared the answer.

“We are the “WATCHERS”. My kind have been watching your solar system since the beginning of its formation. Yet they never interfered. They watched the first beings of your “Earth” get annihilated by an asteroid and they did nothing. My kind argued and debated for years knowing the inevitable outcome. There are so few solar systems in the universe that contain life. This small group of ours feel life is too rare…too precious to leave to chance. We believe it is our duty to ensure your survival yet maintain our anonymity.

If we are correct in our assumption of your manifesting escort esenler abilities, you could relieve us of the responsibility by becoming a guardian of your world. You still have much to learn but we would like to help.”

I remained silent while I contemplated all that I was told. How was I supposed to save the earth from asteroids, or other natural disasters?

But the OLD ONE, whose mind I occupied, answered before I could even ask the question.

“As I have said, your abilities will increase exponentially, with some time and guidance.

The people of your planet seem to worship/respect those that have mastered the art of industry and finance. We have devised a plan to get you ‘ahead of the game’ as your people like to say. In fact we have already subtly implemented this plan by infiltrating your REM sleep. You might have noticed your dreams have suddenly taken on a theme. We were trying to feed you information about discoveries that were made in future earth years that if you made them it would provide you with the capital you would need to achieve the goals you set for yourself, ‘seed money’ I believe is the term.

But now that you are able to communicate with us at will, there is no need for us to infiltrate your dream state. This way is so much easier and more efficient.

When you end your meditation session you will have retained information on caches of lost treasures and also companies that will have great success, raising their value on your stock exchange in this and the next decade.” 183 explained.

The OLD ONE paused, I assumed, to choose his next words carefully.

“We have something else to tell you but fear it might upset you and anger is counter productive to any goal you might have. If anything, you should use whatever anger you may experience as fuel to aid in your endeavors.

When your mother died in your first timeline, it was not from smoking. It was the food she ate that weakened her immune system and allowed the cancer to take root and grow. The same thing happened to you. Different cancer, same catalyst.” Said 183.

I thought about what was just revealed to me. I thought I was eating healthy most of the time, especially when I was stationed in Korea. Very few fast food joints existed and they were predominantly near the base to serve us soldiers.

I learned to embrace the local cuisine and culture. When I returned to the States I maintained some of that discipline and never ate fast food or junk food of any kind. I snacked on fruits and nuts.

I forgot that I was currently in mental communication with an advanced race of extraterrestrials until I heard the one with the purple aura communicate.

“Yes you did all the right things as far as nutrition goes but you had no way of knowing that almost all foods that are sold in your markets are genetically modified and some are purposely modified to destroy immune systems. You see the powers that be on your planet have implemented a world wide plan to reduce population and make massive amounts of wealth at the same time. Your local farmers who are not growing food from corporate seeds can produce healthy food but they are not allowed to sell to food dispensaries, such as supermarkets and it also has a shorter shelf life.

Maybe this is something you might want to rectify.” Said the female telepathically.

‘At this point I was feeling a bit overwhelmed so I disengaged from my extraterrestrial Zoom call without even so much as a ‘see you later’ and found myself back in my bedroom sitting in the lotus position. Looking at the clock, I was surprised to find that while it may have felt like an hour or two had past, it was only 2 minutes that had elapsed

At 55 years of age I thought I had seen it all or at least heard it all but I never would have guessed I’d one day be in the presence of an ancient alien race and that ‘I’ would be something they were worried about.

At least there was a group of them that secretly wanted to help me. I need to make a list of what was supposedly expected of me.’ I reasoned.

“1- They’re supposed to be feeding me info that will create opportunities for me to establish a war chest of sorts.

2- There seems to be three factions amongst the aliens. One that wants to send me back to the moment I died. Another that wants to see how this plays out (let the chips fall where they may) and last but definitely my favorite is the smaller group that wants to help me ‘Be all I can be’.

3- These aliens are supposedly the oldest beings in the universe and have been watching our planet since the formation of our solar system. They even referred to the dinosaurs as “the first beings”

4- I was supposed to make sure what happened to the dinosaurs doesn’t happen to earth’s current population.

5- I might have super powers.” I counted off.

“This is insane!”

Feeling a bit tired from all the mental stress, I laid down on my childhood bed and drifted off.

Before long I started having visions of news reports about a couple walking their property for what could have been the hundredth time when they had come upon a shining object sticking out of the ground. It turned out to be an old pre-turn of the century food can with the lid pushed back into place.

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[01]

“Let me get this clear, Rick. You believe you can take on an elf court on your own? And win?”

The question rang out within the cramped metal room, the voice’s source coming from a dimly glowing screen. The tiny space had a petite bench meant for just two, but you had company at either side of you, their bodies warm and soft. The reassurance of their presence added an edge of wakefulness to your thoughts, of careful considerations and confidence.

“Yes.” You spoke with a nod, your hand lay upon the knees of the women at either side of you. “Will getting rid of the threat they represent convince you to reconsider your decision?”

The silence that followed wanted to make you squirm, but you’d expected it. At your right, Diane’s back straightened ever so subtly, at your left, Kiara leaned into your shoulder. You’d rehearsed this, you didn’t need to look at them to know they were putting out their best to create an image in contrast. One all serious professionalism, the other, sultry smugness.

Leaning back on his chair, even through the screen, you could see him glancing at the duo at either side of you before he reached out to grab a glass of water and sip. The gesture likely dramatized to see if you’d crack with the lack of response.

Kiara’s tail twitched as it stroked your back, reminding you to retain the bored expression on your face.

Finally, he spoke. “Very well.” A slight nod as he put down the glass. “You do this, and I’ll accept you into the Hunter’s association.”

Holding back from showing anything other than a nod. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

“Make no mistake, Rick.” The man leaned forward. “This is your only chance left. Are we clear on this?”

“Crystal.”

The screen turned off.

A collective sigh was released, you leaned back and held your hands against your face, groaning.

“That was tense.” Diane spoke, deflating with a nervous chuckle. “Do you really think we can pull it off, Master?”

“It’s doable.” You muttered with a nod. “But the first part is going to depend a lot on Eva and Astrid.”

The statement made them look at one another, confused.

“Can you… trust them?” Diane spoke with a soft tone of concern.

You held back the grimace, it wasn’t going to be easy.

(6 months ago)

The bus ride had been boring, the monotonous drip-drip-drip of rain against the window. Charlie pressed his head onto the glass, feeling the coolness against his forehead and trying his best to ignore the clamouring around you. The other students were muttering, some laughed loudly, most were just trying to speak up above the noise, adding to it and turning the whole thing into a competition to see who could speak loudest.

With a turn of his head, Charlie glanced at his younger sister as she read from her phone.

“This turned out to be just as dumb as last year.” He commented with a scoff.

“Shame none of the teachers paid attention to the weather, huh.”

Darkness engulfed the bus as it entered a tunnel, the dim lights lining the walls the only change around them other than the stop of the tapping of the rain against the glass.

“Yeah, it’s…”

Charlie paused as he looked at the front of the bus, the lights in the tunnel had gone out and the driver had turned on the headlights.

The next instant, a flash of green engulfed the vehicle from outside, blinding the occupants as shrill screams could be heard all around. The young man had closed his eyes at the light, his mind quickly pointed him towards something else, a lurching sensation in his stomach. Opening his eyes, the outside of the bus had changed.

Trees, whipping past the windows.

And they were falling.

Charlie’s voice joined the others.

Pain shot through Charlie’s arm, waking him up abruptly from the darkness. Confused, he sat up, looking around and trying to figure out what was going on. His body felt like it’d been used as Mike Tyson’s personal punching bag, everything hurt, but especially his arm. His brain scrambled to properly assess the situation.

Glancing at the side, he noticed a blank look staring back at him. Wide empty eyes, slack jaw, blood trickling down the face’s cheek and onto the ground.

Immediately Charlie recoiled back and gasped, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. It was a dead student, one he didn’t recognise.

The young man quickly averted his gaze away, looking around to focus on anything else. The first thing he noticed was that he was laying on the forest floor, the bus was half crumpled a dozen or so meters away, a trail of glass and blood separating him and the vehicle. The air smelt strongly of gasoline and blood. There were dozens of others in various states of shock, grief, or panic as they walked around the clearing. Several dozen others remained on the ground, unmoving.

No, Charlie immediately knew, they were corpses.

A pang of panic made adrenaline shoot through his chest, immediately he began escort taksim looking around with greater purpose. It took you a second before he spotted May. Relief and grief both went through him and settled in the pit of his gut as he approached the teenager currently kneeling next to an unmoving figure.

She was crying next to the cold and pale body of what Charlie figured was her friend. The face was vaguely familiar.

Slowly, he reached out and touched her shoulder, unable to find the words to properly say anything at all.

Her lack of a reaction as she continued to sob felt like enough of an answer. Thank fuck she was alive. His eyes glanced over her clothes, tattered, but barely bloodied- she wasn’t hurt, right? That was the second source of relief in this otherwise mad spectacle that unfolded before his eyes.

Still, she was sobbing, bawling her eyes out, wailing almost so loudly as to be the loudest thing around. Pulling her against his chest, his eyes kept looking around, trying to figure out what to do, what could be done, where were they? Just what had happened? Charlie didn’t know.

With one hand on his sister, his mind reminded him of the existence of his phone. Thankfully, it was still there, the battery not dead. But it didn’t have a signal.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, holding his sister close even as she kept crying uncontrollably against his shirt.

His arm hurt, his head spun slightly, where were they? What was going on? The question kept bouncing around the young man’s head. Around them adults, students, parents, and everyone in between. They were desperately trying to make heads or tails of what to do, who to help, what was going on, or doing something, anything.

The question burned within him brightly. What should you do? He took a moment to look at his sister more closely. “May, are you hurt?”

This seemed to give her enough presence of mind to weakly shake her head and shove him away, covering her face as she moved from crying to sobbing.

“May, I need you to take a second and tell me if you’re hurt.”

“Shut up!” She screamed. Now the crying was becoming louder, May leaning forwards as she hiccuped from the feelings coursing through her. In front of her, her friend lay motionless, cold, dead. The piece of metal lodged in the girl’s throat was clear evidence there was no coming back from that.

But this wasn’t the time to mourn the dead. Perhaps the shock had yet to settle in fully. A part of him certainly felt increasingly numb.

Half satisfied that May wasn’t bleeding nor that she has deep wounds of any kind, he turned to yourself to go through the motions of looking over himself. There was a light cut on the side of his abdomen, bleeding lightly and stinging like a bitch, but it didn’t seem deep. There also didn’t seem to be any broken bones.

The aching shoulder appeared more a bruise than anything else.

“Does anyone have cell reception?” He heard a voice crying out. “Please check your phones, anyone has cell reception? We need to call an ambulance!”

No kidding, Charlie grit his teeth and checked his phone again. Nothing. Looking around again, there was nothing but forest. Just where the hell was the road? Frustration welled within him. The road should be nearby. “May, just… just stay there, ok?” He intoned, moving to stand up with a groan, holding the cut against his shirt and hoping it was as superficial as it seemed rather than worse… He’d have that checked when he got the chance.

First, finding a way to call for help.

His eyes glanced into the forest, then at the bus. A quick guess told him the direction the bus had fallen from, and he glanced the forest as he thought about that. The trees were untouched, there were no signs of how the bus had crash-landed into that clearing. Maybe… maybe somehow it’d skipped over the trees?

It was hard to imagine, but still, there was really only one way to check.

With a deep breath, he set out into the forest, preferring the silence between the trees than the crying and wailing that was happening around the bus. All he had to do was find the road, or a signal, and everything would be alright.

Determined to at least check, the pressure against the cut had stemmed the bleeding at least.

Slowly, the noises died out the further he walked. A slight smell of pine and crushed grass soothing him further.

It was a beautiful forest, quiet; it was frankly peaceful. Heck, without the sound of panicking people, it was a nice place to be at. And yet something about it kept gnawing at Charlie, the trees were larger than he’d ever seen in person, the tops so far up he could barely spot them through the foliage, and there was a quietness about the place that felt unnerving.

The gnawing at the back of his head kept warning him of something, but of what? That he was on some older part of the forest he’d never seen? or that, despite being only past noon, the forest was quickly becoming darker? Either way, the escort topkapı scenery was tranquil, not a single animal around and…

Wait, hadn’t the forecast been a whole day’s worth of rain?

Something tugged at Charlie’s sleeve and he paused, looking down. There was a single silvery thread of silk, almost invisible, hanging between the trees that had snagged your shirt. “Huh?” He muttered, giving it a slight tug and expecting it to unravel. It did not, the silk remained fixed to his sleeve, glued, and as he tugged at it, the thread appeared entirely unable to come off at all.

Something in the back of his mind screamed. He didn’t know why, his alarms were going off, but he knew he had to do something. And yet, his mind screamed loudly to move.

Without thought, his body acted on autopilot and ducked. Something swished past where his head had been only a moment ago.

Instinct kicked in, he rolled and put as much distance between himself and the spot he’d been standing on just a moment ago. The sweater had been torn where the silk had stuck to it, but Charlie paid little attention to that. As he stood up, he’d turned to look at what had made his instincts scream so loudly.

That was when he saw IT.

There was a haunting beauty to her face, her pale skin, the nakedness of her torso, her long midnight hair. But what caught Charlie’s gaze was her lower half, a spider, massive in size, comparable to a horse. Black as midnight, its legs each the length of his whole body.

The monster was looking at him with brilliant silver eyes that gleamed from underneath the bed of silky black hair. The face was a ghostly visage, its rosy red lips closed, not a sound coming from the creature, from her? The young man could barely believe his eyes for they were the only proof the being stood as real as the forest he was trapped in.

Run.

It was the only option. He didn’t give a single instant more of consideration. With bated breath, Charlie turned around and sprinted with everything he had. The young man weaved between the trees as best he could in his mad dash to escape. There was no sound behind him to signal he was being hunted however, looking over his shoulder showed nothing. But the beat of his heart told him not to stop.

“Help!” He screamed, loud and clear.

Faster, his lungs were struggling with every breath, his heart was beating loudly in your ears, legs burning with every step. “Help! Please! Oh God HELP!” The young man knew he was still a way’s off from the others, that he was too far away, but he hoped, he hoped with everything he had that the creature would not follow, that he could reach safety.

The crunching sounds above his head made him look upwards.

The creature was in the canopies, keeping pace with him, moving from tree to tree with grace and ease that were equal parts mesmerizing and terrifying, all of her eight legs moving in tandem for perfect near-mechanical synchronicity.

“HELP!” He kept screaming, pushing himself to go faster. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he could hear the crunching steps getting lower.

He saw it, the gleam of metal, the bus. He had to move, he was almost there, almost safe. “HELP! PLEASE HELP!” He was screaming with every bit of breath he had left, this couldn’t be it, this couldn’t be it, he was almost there!

“HELP!” The sight of the bus became clearer, the sight of people barely visible between the trees. “HELP ME PLEASE!”

Something touched the centre of his back and tugged.

Then, his feet weren’t in contact with the ground anymore. Wide eyes and shrieks as he was lifted up and up.

Something grasped his waist and yanked with a force that knocked all the air out of him. The young man heaved, suddenly finding himself momentarily without enough air to speak.

He was looking at the mass that had yanked him upwards, eight spider legs, each larger than his torso, they began to spin his body mid-air, the speed was blinding, his mind whirled with a punch of dizzying sensation. “HEL-!” He was silenced as a thick piece of silk covered his mouth.

The young man struggled to breathe.

A sharp sting in his neck brought about numbing fire into his veins.

The last thing he saw were the eight silvery eyes of the creature.

(Survivor count: -1)

[02]

(Protagonist: You are Rick)

You’d heard it loud and clear, the screams. What was more, you could recognize the owner of the voice. Everything about it was filled with desperation and panic. It made you wish you were carrying your gun again, and as you looked in the direction the voice was coming from, for the faintest moment, you saw movement, something the size of a person going up.

And then an abrupt silence that chilled you to the bone.

You couldn’t look away, you didn’t dare, every inch of focus was on that area where you’d seen a hint of movement. But nothing happened. There escort şirinevler was only silence. Only ever silence.

And it stretched on for so long that when you heard the sound of your own breathing you realized everyone had shut up. With a glance over your shoulder, you could tell everyone else had heard it, and just like you, everyone else was wide-eyed and unable to look away.

You knew what this meant, that panic was starting to settle in on the people there or soon would do so.

You couldn’t let the feeling settle in. “You!” Instantly you raised your voice, pointing at the largest male non-adult you could find. The man stiffened, it took you a moment to realize that, despite his clothes being tattered, he wasn’t hurt.

“Help Ms Smith determine the state of those who’re hurt, and carry anyone who’s injured into the bus.” Your finger then pointed at several other young men. “You, you, you, and you, help him.” Quickly you then pointed at some of those that had seemed most lost or paralyzed. “All of you, start gathering the supplies, look for bags and backpacks, look for food and water.” Then you pointed at the teachers. “You three, help me move the bodies away from the bus.”

You gave orders and very abruptly the panic turned into a stumbling bumbling action. Just like that, the disaster from panicking was prevented. That didn’t mean the doubts and fears were gone.

“What the hell was that?” One of the teachers spoke with a hushed voice as both of you began to gingerly move the corpse away. You could tell he wasn’t happy about doing this and was struggling not to puke or cry, or both.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “But it was in the trees, I saw the movement for just a moment before…”

“Where the fuck are we?” The man was trembling as he spoke. “We shouldn’t be too far away from civilization, what shit is going on?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” you muttered darkly. “I don’t know either. All I’m sure of is that we can’t panic.”

“Johnathan.” Ms Smith had approached you the moment you’d carefully dropped the body away from the bus. “We should cover them…” Her eyes were pained as she looked at the young girl’s closed eyes. “It’s the least we should do.”

“What I’m more worried about is who’s going to tell May the one who’d been screaming had been her elder brother,” you stated with a chill in your voice that made Ms Smith pale. “But no, what’s actually important is that we need to get out of here.”

“Are you cra-!” The man quickly shut up when he realized he was raising his voice. All the other adults realized something was going down and approached. “Are you crazy?” He said in a lower tone.

“Do you have a better idea?” You replied. “We have limited food and water, and if you haven’t noticed, there’s no signal and not even a read nearby.”

“We just fell slightly farther away from the road,” he replied. “Look, if we bunker down and use the bus for cover, whatever…” A pause and a shudder. “Whatever it is that is out there won’t be able to reach us.” There was a certain tension in his shoulders as he spoke. “Help will come I’m sure, someone should have realized we’re gone by now.”

You glanced at Ms Smith and then the other adults, teachers and parents alike.

“I just want to keep Daniel safe,” one of the parents said in a low voice. “I think we should stay and hold out.”

Jaw tightening, you realized that it was the very same fear that was driving you to push to leave that was pushing them to stay put. Frustration blossomed within you as you took a moment to consider your next words.

“There are no roads nearby, we have no cell reception, we have limited supplies, and one of the students just died because something out there killed him.” You muttered the words darkly. “If someone does come for us, whatever that thing was will find us sooner. And that’s ignoring the fact that we can’t be found because there are no roads nearby and no traces that could lead us to one.”

The man took a step back at that, and you pushed further.

“We don’t have the medicine to do much more than disinfect a wound, and I doubt our food will hold out for more than a day.” A low growl escaped your throat. “And that’s without considering that this whole area is covered with blood, I’d rather not find out if there are bears or wolves nearby because the scent is sure to attract them.”

The man gritted his teeth but said nothing, so you put on the finishing touches. “Regardless of all that, I think we can all agree that the further away we are from whatever that thing is, the better.”

“I agree with him,” Ms Smith spoke out before an uncomfortable silence set in. “Though I also think we shouldn’t set out right now, there are some who’re still wounded, and I’m not sure how long it’ll take to get to somewhere safe, but I’d rather not spend the night away from the bus.”

You regarded the female teacher and considered her words as you glanced towards the bus where most students were. You could tell they were talking with one another in hushed tones while shooting anxious glances all around.

“We stay the night, it’ll probably start getting dark soon,” you agreed with her. “That said, we should have everything ready to leave at first light tomorrow. That, and we have to see how we can reinforce the bus for the night.”

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~~Jack~~

The meeting at Bloodlust went about as well as he expected. There was awkwardness, and strangeness, weirdness, and all the synonyms. But once they realized Antoinette wasn’t there to destroy them or spy on them, they seemed to settle in. Triss turned into a punk, Jen turned into a slut, Fiona was all giggles, and even Athalia managed to crack a smile. Damien got less defensive, and so did Arturo. By the end of it, Jack was finally able to relax.

And then the phone rang.

They didn’t have long until sun up, maybe an hour, and doing more recon was a bad idea. But this was too important to not investigate immediately. Antoinette went back to her tower, where she could better relay the information to her thralls, through her network, and whatever it was a Prince did that kept the city running. Jen, Triss, Athalia, and Fiona all left, unaware of what Daniel had found, only that the rest of them had to leave asap. They’d find out sooner or later; this information went around the Kindred underground, no matter how hard people tried to keep it secret. Natasha, Damien, Matthew, and Arturo all took a ride in the Invictus car Jack called. A tight fit.

843 Baker’s Street was the apartment building Isabella had given Jack. Now it was the apartment building they were driving to, at Daniel’s behest. Part of Jack wanted to tell the man his solo efforts were getting in the way of their investigation, and that he might have compromised what could have been a good ambush opportunity; or worse, gotten himself killed. Bad idea. And besides, the man knew what he was doing.

The five of them walked through the front of the shitty old apartment building, down the shitty old apartment building stairs, along the shitty old apartment building carpet in the hallway, stained and dirty, past the dented, scratched walls, and down into the basement of the shitty old apartment building. Even if the ritual wasn’t here, he wouldn’t have been surprised to find a corpse or two buried in the building’s guts. There were some storage lockers down here, with open fence showing all their contents; no rituals would be done in this room. But at the end of the room, there was another door, and the group of them moved through it a little slower now, as the lighting grew less, and the world grew quiet.

There was another stairway, going down, and at this point, he was starting to get the same vibes he caught from Athalia’s stairway into hell. It was dark, it was deep, and it was confined. Claustrophobia. Gulping, Jack stepped along, Damien ahead of him, Tash and her wolves behind him. The door led to another door, one with an sliding view window, ready to accept passwords. This door led to a stairway. And this stairway led to a door.

And that door opened to show the same ritual.

“… wow.” Damien stopped, blocking them, until Jack tapped him on the shoulder. “Sorry.” Stepping in, the Mekhet looked around, in blatant shock over the sight.

Jack didn’t want to look at the sight. Once was enough.

“Same as last time,” Daniel said, and pointed up.

And like a bunch of lemmings, they all looked up, and gasped. The skeleton on the ceiling had another picture attached, but, like Daniel said, it wasn’t Jack. Thank god, he couldn’t stomach that a second time.

“Eric?” Matt said.

“Eric.” Art said.

Eric. Why was the picture of Eric? Shit. Shit shit. What was the pattern there? If the ritual was finding people the hunters could use to get close to the Prince, Eric did not fit that bill.

Like last time, the walls were covered in symbols, written in blood, and some in what looked like charcoal. The tables that lined the walls were metal this time, and someone had still carved symbols into them, scratching the strange shapes into the metal surface. Many had symbols painted in red next to them, and the smell of rotting blood was evident. If the old woman had been here recently, and the blood was already rotting, then the sacrifice might have taken multiple trips to complete.

A bird skull. A cow skull. A horse skull. Same as last time, symbols painted around a giant circle on the floor, something he would be sure the Circle were responsible for, if he didn’t already have someone else to suspect. Jacob and his witches insisted it wasn’t them, and Azamel was sure it was this strange shaman woman. But, it was hard to imagine humans, kine, doing this, stringing someone up, killing them, burying every surface around them in symbols, while dissecting them.

Disgusting.

“Wait,” he said. “Julias said he and Jessy found Eric in the sewers after his first change, with Athalia. Think he talked to Azamel?”

“I w-wouldn’t be surprised,” Tash said.

Then Azamel was a link. Which made sense, considering she was the hunters’ target all along. But others had talked to her as well. What made Eric and Jack different from the others? They were both young as fuck, in paranormal terms, but that hardly seemed like a decent link.

“This is sick,” Damien said, standing şişli escort by one of the tables, and sifting through the piles of papers. “Someone drew a dissection.”

A dissection, for the most part. While most of the pictures showed calculated removal of skin and muscle, a few showed some rather barbaric tearing.

“I think it’s that Black Blood spirit,” Art said.

Jack froze, before slowly turning his head to look at the man. Art wasn’t looking his way, instead looking up at the skeleton pinned to the ceiling.

Jack did his best to sound like he didn’t know what they were talking about. “What do you mean?” Not that he didn’t trust Art and Matt; their hearts seemed to be in the right place, but he didn’t want them interfering with him learning as much as he could.

“Old, big, nasty spirit, an Incarna.” Art looked in Daniel’s direction, squinting at the statue in a trench coat, before looking back up at the hanging skeleton. “I don’t know, honestly. Those red wraiths seem to be interested in this stuff, and those red wraiths are connected to Black Blood, and—”

“And we don’t know.” Shrugging, Matt got down onto a knee, and looked over the enormous circle symbol on the floor. “I smell… chemicals, old.”

Daniel nodded. “This was probably a bunker set up for producing or storing drugs. Professional.” As professional as you could get in Devil’s Corner, Jack figured.

Red wraiths and Black Blood. Connections he’d already made, but knowing that’s what Art and Matt were thinking meant it was a good one.

“Triss said something,” Jack said, “about you not being invited?”

“Yeah. She and that other witch are getting into deep shit with Jacob, and Black Blood. Everyone’s blowing it off, but—”

“We’re not blowing it off.” Daniel shook his head and adjusted his glasses, but otherwise did not move. “I’m well aware of Jacob’s interactions with Black Blood. These rituals are new, however.”

While they chatted, Damien did nothing but stare. Tash looked disturbed by the sight as well, but didn’t take long to push past it and start cataloging things. Jack joined her, and sighed as he looked at the pictures stacked on the tables around the room. What once probably held vials and jars, now held piles of evidence of the occult, with a blatant obsession with the macabre and grotesque.

He picked up one picture, and stared at the accurate, detailed tendons. Why the artist had to pay so much loving attention to all the minute particulars of what lay underneath skin and muscle, he couldn’t fathom. Those red wraiths wanted a piece of Fiona, to see her guts and whatnot, and he assumed that that was connected to this.

But was it? Those red wraiths were cutting everything apart and blatantly obsessed with getting their hands on flesh. The ritual was about gore as well, but different. The pictures in front of him would have been at home on a surgeon’s desk; most of them, anyway.

“Matt,” he said.

“Mm?”

“You interrupted something being done by the witches?”

“Yeah. Triss, Jen, and that Jacob asshole, were performing some sort of ritual, and communicating with Black Blood. There was a corpse there, and a ritual bowl, full of guts and whatnot.”

Jack winced, and held one of the drawings in front of him, facing the table, his back to Matt. “… messy?”

“Extremely.”

Then there was a disconnect. Black Blood and its red wraiths, if they were its red wraiths, had some sort of interest in flesh, but a total disregard for acquiring it cleanly or keeping it intact. The person performing this dissection and this ritual was far more concerned with exact detail, patterns, and a strange combination of anatomy and occult knowledge.

Much as it’d be easy to blame Jacob and Black Blood, it was seeming more and more like they and the rituals weren’t connected; not directly, at least.

“We need to find Eric,” he said. “But—”

“But the sun will be up soon,” Damien said, finally lowering his eyes from the corpse above. “What do we do about this?”

“I’ll lock it down.” Nodding, Daniel gestured to the door. “Let’s leave, and get some place safe for sunrise. Take Art and Matt with you, Natasha, until you are safe at the tower.”

It was hard to not smile at that, Daniel, being protective of Natasha, in his own, official, cold and distant sort of way. Jack had no right to judge, but still, cute.

“I’ll go with her, I suppose,” he said. They were going to same place, after all. “Thanks for showing me, sheriff. I know you didn’t have to.”

“I messaged the Prince, Mister Terry, not you. But I do not disagree in involving you. You’ve proved your worth.”

Jack smirked at the man. Proved his worth. He was talking about Lucas; which Art and Matt didn’t know about, if he guessed right.

They left, and headed back to Elysium Tower to sleep. Hopes up, hopes down, Hella’s sighting proving very true, but in the end, wasted. At least her picture had confirmed they knew what the shaman and her bağcılar escort companions looked like. Something was better than nothing.

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~~Eric~~

Come sunrise, he took the opportunity of his temporary freedom from the watchful eye of vampires, to do fuck all. He drifted around, watched a shitty movie, bought a couple burgers, only to eat the meat and nothing but. Someone asked if he was doing keto, and he almost said no, but on second glance, he had to admit he was. In the past week, he’d eaten nothing but meats, muscle and organ, and other strange things that were ultimately just parts of an animal.

He was tempted to visit Azamel. Of his three options, the Begotten seemed to be the only group willing to be basically hands off with him. Avery wanted him under her thumb to some degree, and the vamps were blatant about wanting to control him entirely. Jessy said he should just do whatever he wanted, play the field, like an athlete with options. A good idea, except that the three groups were liable to either kill him, or get him killed, if he fucked up.

The more he thought about it, the more he found himself leaning toward Azamel. The only thing she asked is for him to try and help her if she and the others were under attack. Of all the options, that seemed the nicest; except that, of course, hunters were already in the city, trying to kill her. But they were probably going to try and kill him too, so that was almost a moot point.

And for some stupid reason, he liked the monsters. He liked Fiona for obvious reasons, but Athalia? Bitch. Mark? Asshole. Azamel? Colossal bitch. Those three probably pissed everyone off around them, merely by existing. That was appealing, for whatever reason. Maybe seeing a bit of himself in them.

The werewolves all seemed cool, but he got a bit of a military vibe from them. One for all, all for one, no man left behind, blah blah. No thanks. The vamps wore their mafia motif on their sleeves; though, he’d yet to talk to a Carthian, so maybe they were different.

The vamps, the Invictus, were also writing his cheques. That meant they owned his new life. It also meant they owned his dad’s life. If he did something to piss them off, that’d be the end of that. And it wasn’t like he could just ignore everything Avery had to say; christ, he ran into some fucking random spirits just last night. Should he have hunted them down, or chased them back to wherever, or was there something else he was supposed to do?

Why did he care?

He went to a hotel. Random hotel, random room, paid in cash, nothing that would give him away. Kat had food; thankfully she could graze on food and not get fat, too lazy to make the effort to gorge herself. Here, he could close his eyes, forget about his troubles, the ridiculousness of his new life, and breathe. That’s all he needed to do, breathe, relax, and let the stress melt away.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen.

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The woods. The forest. A riverbed at his feet. The gentle, lulling sounds of water cresting over small rocks and pebbles. Wind, soft and soothing against his fur as it rustled the leaves of the trees around him. He sat by the river on his haunches, paws wet against the pebbles that dipped into the water, gibbous moon above. In the distance was Dolareido; he recognized the tall buildings, skyscrapers, and the glow of casino lights.

Would it be so bad, if he stayed here? The forest behind him, city in front of him, both in his world, both a part of him.

No, it wouldn’t.

He took a long, deep breath, and sighed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was relaxed.

Breathe it again. Smell that? The woods, water, life and death in a nice balance. What else do you smell?

Asphalt and sex and metal and alcohol, from the city, on the breeze.

You breathe that, breathed it your whole life. The city is in your blood, in your lungs, and it’s your duty to defend it.

I never asked for duty.

You never asked to breathe.

I should be thankful for a life I didn’t ask for? Gracious? Sounds like a Johnny Cash song.

It could be.

He snorted, and looked down at the river. A wolf looked back at him, a normal wolf. Eric was a wolf now, a werewolf in truth, some sort of ancient entity’s bloodline reborn in the human body. Father Wolf and Mother Luna were his new parents? Was Father Wolf a better parent than his dad in the hospital?

Yes and no. It was so long ago, I can barely remember. His children killed him. He prowled the borders between spirit and solid, flesh and ephemera, and kept things in order. A tough job, considering how thin the lines between Hisil and Gurihal were. A horrible mistake, killing him, I think. It led to—

The river exploded, water erupting in a cloud of cold force that sent Eric flying back. He spun through the air before crashing into the ground, rolling and rolling, until rock and escort zeytinburnu earth tore off clumps of fur mixed with blood. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

Eric, shaking, head pulsing, forced himself up onto his paws, and stared out toward the river. It was a small stream, a foot deep; nothing should have been jumping out of it, let alone exploding out of it. But water continued to rain down from above, and the river itself churned and boiled, as if a million piranha were swarming some drowning fool.

Shadows crawled out of the water. Tall, wide, like curtains against the backdrop of the night sky. The city was behind it, and soon hidden from view as the curtains spread, edges smooth, and body completely opaque. Several hooks, or nails, were at the top of each curtain, a corner. It was almost like he was looking at a pair of enormous bat wings. Two pairs of wings? Four arches, four spans that covered the world in obsidian, before disappearing into the water below.

An arm shot out from the water, and slammed down into the ground before Eric. A mostly human arm, but the skin was dark, black, tinted with strange shades of gray, like metal, and enormous claws. Then another arm… and another… and another.

Whatever this thing was, this shadow clawing out of the depths of his dream, it had four wings, and four arms.

It roared, an alien sound, deep and rumbling, and with a vocal fry and tear like a metal singer scream. It came up onto the shore of pebbles, and the small rocks were crushed under the weight of its colossal talons. Two legs at least, but a long tail, slithering left and right like a fucking dragon’s, dangled behind the entity.

“This is the one,” it said. It could talk.

Eric looked up. The moon was gone. There was still light; he was in a dream after all, and shit didn’t have to be logical. But, the moon was gone, vanished, like it was afraid of this monster. And the voice was gone. Instead, a new voice replaced it, this thing’s, a voice of guttural growls and harsh, raspy vocal fries.

Whatever this thing was, it was twelve feet tall. Good fucking god.

Eric backed up, and snarled at it, ears down and back against the fur of his head. He was a wolf, and these things came naturally. But he wasn’t a wolf. He was Eric. And Eric was fucking terrified.

He backed away, and let out a barking howl at the monster. It stared at him, two giant horns piercing the sky. Its eyes glowed red and amber, like lava. Its mass caused the earth to break apart underneath it, as it shifted its weight with its new stance, standing tall in front of Eric. It spread its wings, and blotted out the sky.

“Jeremiah will have you, and you will answer his questions.” It took another step toward him, and Eric took a few steps back to keep distance. Each step the monster took, the claws sank through the rock beneath it, like butter.

“Jeremiah? The fuck does he want with me?” Hey, he could talk. Right, a dream, rules didn’t matter.

But his dreams weren’t normal dreams. He didn’t control these things, these sleeping hallucinations; and this invader didn’t belong. Every hair on his furry body stood up with animal aggression, and he bared his teeth as he snarled and barked at the titan walking toward him.

It didn’t like that. It sprinted forward, shredding the ground while launching itself toward him. Eric turned, and fled. Run, get the fuck away, get the fuck away!

The forest. There was a forest. Safe place, his hunting ground, side by side with Dolareido, his other hunting ground. Two sides to the coin, wolf and man. He could hide here, or turn the tables.

The monster didn’t agree. As Eric forced his aching, bruised body past a couple of trees, the monster slammed its mass into them, and broke them. Trunks three feet thick snapped, exploding bark and shards of wood, and sending the trees crashing into others. The forest died around Eric, trees spinning out of control and breaking upon others. The thickest trees survived the impacts, and the smaller shattered, showering the flattening land with twigs, leaves, and chaos.

Eric’s dream body was big, for a canine, but still only a wolf. One-forty, maybe one-fifty pounds. This thing chasing him was at least twenty times that much. It reached out with one of its four arms, and slashed out, claws slicing through the wood and sending more trees toppling. All this little dog could do was run and hide, scampering underneath fallen trees that left a foot of room to crawl under.

Why didn’t it answer his question? And if it wanted to catch him for Jeremiah, it wasn’t doing a good job. It was going to fucking kill him, drop a tree on him, or fucking step on him. A glance back showed the beast kept its four wings against its back, folded tight, while the four arms rendered the forest into mulch.

“You can’t hide, Uratha.”

The blood curdling noise echoed through the trees, until Eric felt it dig into his spine, serrated, iron hot needles stabbing into his back. His muscles twitched and cringed, and Eric shook his head as he tried to dislodge the voice from his ears. He couldn’t. Couldn’t fight this thing. Couldn’t attack this thing. Couldn’t do anything but run. Run where? He was going to die. It was going to catch him and it was going to kill him.

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I walked into the next examination room. It was identical to the one I was in before but to my surprise this time Marcella was the one on the examination table with her legs in the stirrups. When she noticed me she quickly looked up at the ceiling. She was already completely naked with her clothes neatly folded on the floor.

“I would be lying if I said I was surprised to see you again.” She said as she lowered her head to look at me.

“I had a feeling we were going to be paired up for this whole testing thing.” She said as she adjusted herself on the table.

“It’s only fair right? I saw yours now you see mines. You wanna know something fucking hilarious Rico? No really you’re going to love this.” She said in a sarcastic tone.

“Uh.. What is it?” I said nervously as I stood by the door.

“I got my pussy waxed the other day for a guy I was going to see but he ended up ghosting me for another chick. Now at least someone gets to see my hairless cunt as I’m sure you’re going to examine me.” Marcella said as she turned her head with a tear rolling down her face.

“I’m so sorry, look… I’m..” I said before she cut me off wiping the tear from her eye.

“No, fucking forget it. Just get over here and lets get this shit over with.” She said as she composed herself.

“They do know… You guys do know I’m a plumber right? I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.” I said as I spoke at the speaker on the wall.

“Have a seat.” The voice on the speaker said.

I went over in between Marcella’s legs to the seat that was positioned closely to her pussy. She was staring at me the entire time so I made sure not to look at her crotch as you could feel how angry she was.

As soon as I sat down the voice on the speaker gave out the instructions and methodology behind this examination and testing.

“We are fully aware that you’re a plumber Ricardo or Rico Santos ID echo bravo zero nine nine one four. We know everything about your life. From your kindergarten teacher all the way to your co-workers and even the restaurants you like to go to. We have your internet search history which I will repeat to you as follows, big booty latinas, blowjob porn, cum swallowing videos… incest mom and son hentai manga.” My eyes widened as I continued to stare into the floor. My face was completely flushed with embarrassment, I could almost feel Marcella’s eyes staring at me with disgust.

“Do you need me to continue or are you satisfied with our knowledge of you Mr. Santos?” The voice on the speaker said.

“Yes… I mean no don’t continue. I’m.. I’m satisfied with your knowledge and I won’t question this testing again.” I said as the shame began to overwhelm me.

“Good so we can begin. In the vastness of space you must wear many hats. Sure Rico you are only a plumber here on Earth but in space you may need to do things you are unfamiliar with but that you must do out of necessity. At this time we are collecting a large variety of applicants from all sorts of backgrounds. You will be doing more than plumbing if you make it to the Moon Rico.” The voice said before pausing for a second.

“This round of tests and evaluations will simulate just that. Marcella is a nurse but what if Marcella was the one injured or needed a procedure done on her with no other medical staff around with you being the only person with her? Would you let her die? Or would you would you wear another hat and get the job done? This is your chance to prove to us you are more than the single title of your profession. Oh and Marcella the same rules apply to you. You must let mecidiyeköy escort Rico do everything. You are only there to observe and instruct if need be. Begin examination.”

The voice said as I quickly looked up at Marcella as we locked eyes while avoiding looking at her pussy.

“So um… So yeah how would I examine you’re um. I assume they want me to examine your uh your.. Vagina?” I said as my voice was shaking with nervousness.

“Well… First off you can relax. I’m not going to bite you. I could tell your nervous and I’m sorry if I made you nervous but that wasn’t my intention. It’s just things are… things are a lot different than I imagined but please don’t take it personal.” She said as she tried to diffuse the awkward tension in the room.

“You’re right and thank you I was nervous.” I said with a sigh of relief.

“So I guess to examine me you would start by first looking at my pussy.” She said as I slowly looked up at her crotch.

Her cunt was beautiful. It looked so juicy with just a small slit in the middle leading to her light brown asshole. There wasn’t a hair in sight.

“Yes OK I’m there I’m staring at your um, you said pussy so do you mind if I say pussy?” I said nervously.

“Yup, I said pussy so its cool for you to say pussy. I’m trying to keep it casual here cause I know how nervous you are.” She said with a slight grin on her face.

“OK great. So what do I do now with your… your pussy.” I said to her as I stared at her beautiful holes which I just wanted to shove my tongue in so bad.

“First off put on the glove.” She said.

I looked around for the glove for a few moments but I could not find it.

“I don’t think they provided us with a glove this time.” I said terrified.

“Fucking figures.” Marcella said with a sigh.

I got up to wash my hands with soap and water and dried off before taking my seat again.

“Put the light close to it and examine the exterior.” She instructed.

I moved the overhead light and shined it on her mound. It was the greatest detail I’ve seen a pussy in real life. It was a beautiful sight as her slit glistened in the light.

Without being told I extended my hand and touched the outside of her pussy lips. I could not wait any longer before I got to touch this beautiful woman’s pussy.

“Oh OK good.” She said as she felt my cold fingers on her cunt.

“Feel around for any swelling, bumps or I’ll let you know if something feels painful.” She instructed as I continued to feel her up.

I used my thumb and index finger to squish her pussy lips together which caused a small drop of her wetness to leak out. I quickly scooped up the dribble of clear liquid just before it hit the table into my finger. I instantly brought it up to my tongue to taste. After tasting her juices it felt like all the bitch in me just left my body in an instant. I was so turned on.

“Um I what did you just taste? I’m not sure that was part of the exam.” Marcella said puzzled and disturbed at the same time.

“Taste enjoyable. Flavor sort of bitter but neutral at the same time. In a hypothetical scenario I…” I paused for a second here.. My horny mind took over.

“I don’t know not enough sample size to determine if I would enjoy this normally in a hypothetical scenario.” I said as I squeezed her lips together again and slid my finger from her hole to her clit gathering up all her juice.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Marcella said as she tried to clamp her legs shut.

“You tasted mine so I’m tasting yours. Plus it’s bayrampaşa escort part of the test no?” I said with a grin on my face while I sucked on my finger coated with her pussy juice.

I sucked and smacked my tongue to savor her taste. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I drank her wetness.

“Correction, taste is enjoyable, flavor bitter and slightly salty. Aroma pleasant although I do smell a faint scent of urine. In a hypothetical scenario if I were to eat her pussy I would love the taste and drink up her juices.” I said as I shot a big grin at Marcella who was shocked.

“So shall we continue?” I said to Marcella with my cock now rock hard. It was so wrong that my hard cock was just a foot away from her tight, fat wet cunt and I wasn’t able to fuck her.

“Noted, proceed with examination.” The voice on the speaker said.

“No fucking way? That was part of the examination too?” Marcella protested.

“All data is being collected. All information is relevant.” The voice said in a robotic tone.

This got the horny gears in my brain turning.

“All data is being collected? All information is relevant? How far could I push this? How much information would actually be relevant?” I thought to myself.

I got up and walked over to one side of Marcella.

“What the fuck are you doing get back to that seat so we can get this over with.” She scowled at me.

Without saying a word I restrained her arm with the provided strap.

“Are you fucking serious? That’s a little bit unnecessary I won’t touch you at all.” She protested as I walked around to her other arm.

“You know what it’s fine. Whatever makes you do this quicker the better.” She said as she laid her arm down for me to restrain.

As I was walking around her face I notice her look at my hard cock as it bounced around and bite her lower lip ever so slightly. I caught her eyes briefly and she quickly turned the other way to avert my gaze.

When I sat back down between her legs I noticed that there was getting visibly wet. Her pussy was basically drooling and not only that it looked red and swollen like she was in heat.

“Umm the subject has been restrained and I am going to proceed with the testing and examination. However I do notice that she is um.. leaking excessive amounts of liquid from her pus.. vagina.” I said with my best professional voice.

“Its because someone is touching my pussy. It’s natural and I’m only human. Plus I kinda…” Marcella blurted out before her voice trailed off.

“Plus?” I said

“It was nothing it was irrelevant, never mind.” Marcella quipped

“All information is relevant.” The voice on the speaker said.

“Well.. OK whatever you’re supposed to know everything about me I guess. I have a kink.. I mean more like just a thing for being like… tied up and stuff. ” She said nervously.

“Stuff like being dominated I guess… OK it’s more of a kink of being tied up an dominated. I haven’t really experienced it in real life so this is the first time it’s happened to me.” She said as I realized that’s why her pussy was leaking and swollen.

“She was getting turned on! She was probably just as turned on as me.” I thought.

“Proceed with examination and testing.” The voice on the speaker said.

“This is a fucking dream come true.” I thought to myself.

I put on my professional tone and voice again and tried my best to hide my excitement. The the thing that was giving me away was how hard my throbbing cock was at this point. I took a deep breath and readied escort bahçelievler myself for what I was about to do.

“OK, I’m proceeding with testing and examination.” I said before taking another deep breath. I began to shake with nervousness for a second until I regained my composure. “You got this Rico.” I said under my breath.

“Initiating cunnilingus and anilingus procedure.” I said quickly while at the same time leaning forward and licking her from her asshole all the way to her clit then I lowered myself to start wiggling my tongue into her hole.

“Oh my god.” Marcella gasped

I bent over a little lower as I sniffed her asshole.

“Subject’s anus has a neutral yet a slight musky odor.” I said before taking another deep sniff and then licking in her rim in a circular motion.

“The odor is actually pleasant and sweet.” I said before slowly poking my tongue inside of her ass. I stuck my tongue deep as It could go inside there and I wiggled it around a bit.

“Subject’s anus taste neutral and pleasant. No scent or taste of feces.” I said before diving back down to lick her asshole more.

This entire time Marcella was just moaning and grinding her mound into my face. She was loving every moment of this.

“You nasty fucker.” She finally moaned.

“Rico.. I mean examiner is eating my ass nicely. It feels fucking amazing. His tongue is hot and wet and he’s skilled with it.” She said as she continued to grind her mound into my mouth with her head thrown back with pleasure.

I raised my head up and began to suck on her clit gently. I slowly raised up my hand and started rubbing the outside of her hole with my finger to get it lubed up.

“Yes.. Yes! Stick it in there.” Marcella moaned.

I kept my slow pace sucking on her clit while slowly inserting my finger into her hot, wet and tight cunt. I curled my finger up and started making a “come here” motion with it. I could feel the inside of her pussy getting wetter as I did it.

“OH FUCK YES. RIGHT THERE!” Marcella shouted as she ground her pussy into my mouth even harder.

“Keep going. Keep going Rico.” She moaned while I picked up the pace on finger fucking her.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Rico!” While I kept my pace.

“IM CUMMING!” She said as she began to shiver and buck her hips.

I quickly took my finger out and stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy.

I swirled it around and darted it in and out while collecting all the juices from her cunt.

“OH MY GOD!!!!” Marcella shouted as her orgasm intensified. I continued to suck and lick her pussy while drinking up all her juices.

After a few moments of this it was over. She stopped shaking and I slowed my licking down until I retreated my tongue and raised my head up.

My face was covered in my spit and her juices. I looked up at Marcella and her chest was quickly moving up and down as she her heart was still racing.

“I haven’t cum like that in… ever. Holy shit you’re good.” She said as she looked down at me and we both burst into laughter.

“I thought you hated me.” I said in between laughs.

“Well duh I had to act that way. I didn’t want to seem like an easy hoe or something. But I was fucking turned on the entire time. Why do you think I was already strapped up naked waiting for you here with my legs spread?” She said with a huge grin on her face.

“Wait.. Yeah you were weren’t you?” I said as I absorbed what she just said.

“Yup..” She said as she rested her head back down and her breathing relaxed.

“Now what?” I said confused.

“Proceed with testing and examination.” The voice on the speaker said.

“Wait, what else are we supposed to examine or test?” Marcella said at the speaker.

There was no response from the speaker. We both sat there staring at each other as we both regained our breath.

End Part 2.

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CHAPTER 8

[Rachel]

Turning towards the wrecked door of Michael’s penthouse, Rachel sauntered back towards the bedroom, looking for her clothes. In truth, she was still digesting what had happened. Just yesterday, she had been a successful, hot woman, bordering on cougar-hood, and still out on the prowl for the man that would be her lifelong companion. Today, after perhaps the best sex of her life, she was now a successful, hot superwoman, and involved with a billionaire playboy whose sperm could re-make women from the inside out.

After the mega dose of nanites that Michael had pumped her with a couple of hours ago, she had fallen into a deep sleep under the sun by the pool. Absorbing the solar energy from the sun, the nanites had gone to work while Rachel had slept, and when she awoke, the transformation had been completed. Optically, her rose red hair had thickened and lengthened to half cover her butt cheeks, while her boobs had grown almost 2 cup sizes from a D to a big DD. They had maintained their nice drop shape, and were crowned by dark pink areola that covered almost a third of their surface. Her skin had regained the elasticity and perfect pigmentation of youth and all the lines and stretch marks had vanished.

But more significantly were the physical changes that lay underneath. Aside from having become the peak of human natural physical perfection — she was as fast and as strong as any Olympic athlete, strong as a weightlifter, fast as a sprinter, agile as a gymnast — the two main physical changes that had taken place were in her hair and her boobs. Rachel’s hair composition now made it stronger than steel, but soft as silk. Its length and thickness could be controlled with a thought. If she needed it, her red hair could wrap her body in a bulletproof cocoon. Because she could also control how each individual strand moved, Rachel could also weave her hair into a razor sharp fan, or individual tentacles, strong as steel. Meanwhile, her boobs had transformed into miniature explosive factories. They had grown in size to store the explosive “clay” that her boobs now excreted, and her nipples had to be bigger to squirt the new thick mixture. On command, her boobs could squirt anything from C4 equivalents, to new concoctions unknown to modern science. Of course, she could only produce and store as much as her DD-cups could carry, and would need time to generate more if she were to exhaust the supply.

Perhaps best of all, all these changes, how they had come about, and how to use her new found powers had all come together with the mutation. The new information had been written directly into her brain, and she had instinctively known how to use her new powers, just like she had to save Michael moments ago.

All in all, it had been an unbelievably eventful and fruitful 24 hours.

Turning her thoughts back to the present, she overheard Michael and Amanda, Michael’s head of security, discussing what had just happened.

“Sir, we don’t yet know how those three broke into the place. Security downstairs appears to still be intact. We also don’t understand why they only sent 3 agents, since if they wanted to ensure they were successful, they could have sent a much bigger team.” said Amanda, walking next to Michael as they returned to the apartment.

“I can’t believe we lost 2 girls just like that… I thought we had prepared for this…” said Michael, staring into Amanda’s big green eyes.

“Well, we never expected them to breach security in this manner. We thought that if they assaulted, we would have to face them at the lobby, where the girls have an 8-women team ready, armed to the teeth. Joanne and Anna were only meant as a final safeguard, to accompany you if we needed to evacuate you. They were not ready for a full scale fire fight with super-soldiers.”

Amanda was wearing a skin tight white lycra tank top and matching white and blue running shorts. Over which, she wore a webbing with two automatic pistols, several grenades and spare magazines. At her hips were holstered two sub-machine guns, with spare magazines slotted on her belt above her butt crack. The skin tight outfit left nothing to the imagination, and Rachel caught Michael eyeing Amanda’s boobs as they bounced.

Hmph. Looks like if I stay with Michael, I’m going to have to accept that he’s always going to be a playboy, always looking out for new pussy. I shouldn’t be too upset, Amanda’s pretty damn hot, so at least he’s not settling for ANY piece of ass.

Amanda was a blond, in her late 30s. After a career in special forces, she had left to form her own security firm for rich businessmen. Being a hot blond made her business boom, and the fact that she only hired women guards was a big perk. When she heard about Michael’s interest, she had leapt at the chance. She had shown up with 24 of her best looking agents, all dressed in bikinis and toting assault rifles. Michael had not only hired her immediately, he had bought the entire company for more than 5 times what it was worth. He had tripled everyone’s salary to escort sultangazi top it off, and invested in living quarters in the city for all the girls. Mandy had NOT been pleased, especially when she realised that Michael was quite taken by Amanda. Amanda was just under 6 feet, athletic, but with nice natural C-cups. She had big green eyes, sexy features, and a low purring voice. A blond bombshell that actually knew how to use bombs. Who could blame him.

“Sir, we’re still not sure how they managed to break into the building. I’ve got teams sweeping the building right now, to make sure that there are no other surprises waiting for us. More importantly, I find it strange that if they knew they could break in, why they would send such a small team. They made it all the way to your penthouse. If they had sent a bigger group, there would be a much higher chance they would have succeeded in their objective.” she said.

Michael, eyes still on Amanda’s boobs, gave a half-wit “uhh” response. Rachel was certain that he hadn’t been listening to Amanda’s update. Slightly irritated that her lover was eyeing another woman, Rachel sauntered forward, brushing her tits against Michael’s arm as she passed him.

She immediately felt Michael’s attention shift to her.

I’m sure he’s eyes are locked on my ass now. Take that blondie!

Refusing to give Michael the gratification by acknowledging his gaze, Rachel continued into the penthouse and headed to the bedroom.

I wonder where Lisa is… Come to think of it, I should be scared out of my mind. Last night, I was happily leading my life, hoping to get a good… And the next morning, I’m some kinda of super hero chick with a chemistry lab for boobs. I just killed some assholes that tried to whack my lover, and now I’m wondering around his bedroom looking for my bra… Top that…

Bending over the side of Michael’s bed, Rachel found the torn remains of her bra and panties.

Well, so much for that idea…

She tossed both pieces of torn lingerie aside and picked up her dress, pulling it on over her head. Her augmented boobs stretched the tight dress to its limits, and threatened to spill out over the top. She knew she looked amazing, and turned around to catch Michael ogling her boobs. Amanda was still providing her update, though Rachel also noticed an somewhat irritated expression on her face.

Can’t be fun trying to update your hunky boss while he’s busy staring at another woman’s chest. I wonder if she’s working for him just for the money, or cos she’s hoping to bag him as well. Hey, for all I know, Michael’s been banging her all this time… hmmmph.

At this point, two more of Michael’s female bodyguards entered the apartment. Just like Amanda, they were hot chicks, one was a blond while the other was a dark brunette. However, unlike their boss, both were heavily decked out in tactical gear, and only their heads were uncovered. The blond signalled to Amanda, who excused herself and made her way to speak to both of them privately.

This left Michael free, and he immediately started wandering over towards Rachel, a big grin on his face.

“Thanks for saving my bacon back there Rachel… Don’t think I would have managed to get out of that one without you.” he said as he came towards her.

“No problem lover. It was the least I could do to pay you back for last night… not to mention the fact that I look and feel as if I was 20 all over again.” said Rachel, smiling back at Michael.

“Babe, you’ve looked absolutely stunning since I first laid eyes on you, from every direction and angle, I might add.” reaching out with his right hand, Michael gently stroked Rachel’s cheek.

“I bet you say that to all the girls… don’t get carried away just yet, Amanda’s looking for you again.”

Michael turned back to find Amanda hurrying towards them, boobs bouncing in her top.

“Bad news. Jane tells me that for some unknown reason, the lifts have all been shut down. On top of that, both stairwells to this level seems have been sealed shut from inside. Someone has taken pains to make sure we’re trapped on this level.” said Amanda.

“Why would anyone want to do that? If its the Firm that’s here to get me, they could just bust right in and shoot me up. Why bother with all this cat and mouse?” said Michael.

“Actually, I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m still quite clueless as to what’s going on around here. Who were those guys that I whacked in the hall and who is the Firm?” asked Rachel.

“Its kind of a long story babe. Basically, the Firm is made up of humans that have been possessed by aliens. I don’t know why they’re here on earth, but I basically got mixed up with them when I, uh, fucked one of them and like exorcised the alien elements or some shit.” explained Michael.

“Great… so you bang one of their hoes and now they’re after your head?” asked Rachel.

“Uh… something like that. Actually, I think I kinda did a bit more than that. After they captured me and Mandy, we kinda escort fatih wrecked their facility in down town while breaking out. Mandy killed a whole bunch of them on the way too. And I, uh kinda fucked one of their big shot directors into a coma.” said Michael, grinning.

“Who is Mandy?” asked Rachel.

“Oh. Uh, she’s kinda like my girlfriend.” Michael’s grin had disappeared.

“I see. OK. So where is she now?” obviously Rachel was more interested in her competition than in Michael’s alien invasion story.

“She’s in Florida visiting her folks for a couple of days.” he said.

“So you’re fooling around in the meantime?” asked Rachel, hands on her hips.

“Hey babe, come on… give me a break. This can’t be the first time you’ve been picked up by a guy at the club!” said Michael. “You’re a super hot piece of ass! You can’t be telling me I had to tell you I was dating when I picked you up.”

“Let’s just say I don’t like sharing much.” said Rachel. She strode up to Michael and with a smooth motion inserted her right hand into Michael jeans, taking hold of his big cock. “So tell me lover… Did you enjoy me last night and this morning?” she asked, staring into his eyes, a seductive smile on her lips.

“Hehe… You know I did. Can’t remember the last time I blew such a big load at one go.” replied Michael. His right hand had come up to cup Rachel’s left breast, while his left was massaging her right butt cheek under her dress. “I must have drained my balls into you with that session we had this morning. You were amazing.”

“Well then, I assume that means you intend to keep me around for a while?” asked Rachel, as she stroked Michael’s cock into erection.

“Mmmm… Of course babe. Wouldn’t let something as fabulous as you get away. That’s the reason I gave you powers in the first place. Cos I know you’re a keeper and wanted to give you a bit of benefits on the side.” said Michael. Rachel’s nipple had gotten hard in his right hand and he switched his left hand up to her boobs to give her right boob some attention as well.

“Ha! I see. So you only give your super sperm to women you’re intending to keep huh?” she quipped. Rachel could feel Michael’s precum oozing out of his big cockhead as she stroked it. “How about you take an hour out of your busy playboy schedule and use that big cock of yours on me? Now that Mandy’s away I better make sure I convince you that this pussy is worth keeping.” she added coyly, leaning up and kissing Michael on his lips.

“Babe, that is no way in hell I’m letting a sex bomb like you get away from…” Michael started to reply when Amanda interrupted.

“OK. I think that’s enough. I hate to break you two lovers up, but we may be in trouble if we stay in this building. The Firm seems to be setting up for an attack.” said Amanda suddenly. She had her hands on her hips and a pissed look on her face.

Ha! Watching me give Michael a handjob must have pissed her off big time.

“Uh… right Amanda, sorry.” said Michael sheepishly, starting to withdraw his hands from Rachel’s boobs.

“Hey!” said Rachel, reaching out and grabbing both of Michael’s hands and pressing them back on her chest. “Look Amanda, as you can clearly see, your boss and I are trying to get a bit intimate here. So, since he’s hired the bunch of you to keep him safe, can I suggest that you all get on with your jobs and give us some privacy?”

Without waiting for Amanda to reply, Rachel pulled her dress off over her head and dropped to her knees in front of Michael’s crotch. With deft hands, she popped the buttons on his jeans and pull them down, before stuffing his erect cock head into her mouth.

Amanda’s expression when from pissed to purple with rage, she had half opened her mouth to shower Rachel with a stream of obscenities when something caught her eye. Glancing up past the two love birds, Amanda noticed 4 black clad individuals walking towards the penthouse from the balcony. 3 of them were women, and the last one a tall blond man. They walked calmly towards the penthouse, appearing as if out of thin air since no one had heard their arrival.

“Who the hell are they?” said Amanda, gesturing to Jane and her partner to intercept them.

Before either of them could make half the distance to the balcony, there was a dark flash and one of the black clad individuals, a blond woman, suddenly appeared in front of Jane, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her to the floor. The crack of Jane’s spine shattering as it was smashed against the hard floor rang out through the silence of the apartment.

“No!” yelled Amanda, drawing both her automatic pistols and taking aim. Before she had managed to get a single round out, the blond had flashed next to Jane’s partner, and with a lightning fast kick to the head, splattered her brains across the far wall.

The blond turned calmly to face Amanda, before there was another flash. Amanda had barely blinked when the blond appeared right in front of her, right arm drawn back ready to land a blow that escort etiler would end Amanda’s life. The fist shot forward… and suddenly, with a flash of ruby red, Amanda found herself standing 6 feet away, cradled in Rachel’s arms.

“Oh no you’re not.” said Rachel to the blond. At the last instant, she had grabbed Amanda and leapt out of the way of the attack. The blond turned to Rachel and smiled. She was a pretty one. Fair, green eyes, heart shaped face with full lips and a pert nose.

“Hello there…” said the blond, as if noticing Rachel for the first time. “You must be another of Michael’s whores.”

“You little…” but before Rachel could finish her reply, the blond had flashed in front of her and launched a lightning right cross at her face. Instinctively, Rachel’s red locks spun themselves into a ruby web, catching and stopping the punch. Responding to new found fighting instincts, Rachel dropped to a crouch and then launched an uppercut at the blond. The blond blocked with her left and countered with a sword palm strike to Rachel’s head. Again Rachel’s hair shielded her from the blow, and again Rachel attacked instinctively, launching a kidney punch that the blond managed to avoid by sidestepping.

And so the deadly dance continued. Attacks were parried and dodged, as both women weaved and somersaulted around the bedroom. Every so often, Rachel would land a blow, but the blond would barely flinch before resuming her attacks. Thankfully, Rachel’s hair had caught every attack, for the blows that the blond had accidentally landed on their surroundings had punched effortlessly through brick and concrete. After many minutes, both women leapt away from each other to opposite sides of the bedroom, a pause in their furious match.

Rachel was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she caught her breath, big breasts swaying. In comparison, her blond opponent was barely even breathing hard, and stood relaxed, casually adjusting her suit.

Gotta change tactics. She hasn’t even broken a sweat and my punches can’t touch her.

Sending telepathic commands to her hair, Rachel’s red locks curled themselves around her body like a partial cocoon. The purpose of which was to hide Rachel’s hands as she reached for her breasts and massaged a breast with each hand. Her big nipples obediently discharged a thick white goo into both palms. A burst of pleasure travelled from her nipples into her crotch, and she could feel her pussy dampen.

Haha… even comes with benefits.

Not wanting to give her opponent a chance to figure out what she had just done, Rachel immediately launched another attack.

She dashed forward, arms raised to grapple. When the blond dropped into a roll to escape, Rachel changed directions and forward flipped over her. Both women ended their movements side-by-side. The blond launched a vicious kick at Rachel’s stomach. Rachel’s hair rose to defend, but this time, instead of blocking, wrapped itself around the blond’s calf and thigh.

“What!” shouted the blond in surprise. Before she could react, Rachel sprung her attack. Hair still wrapped tightly around the blond’s leg, she spun up her opponent’s frame and slapped both her palms onto her chest. Then, as her red hair automatically began releasing its hold of its victim, Rachel landed a powerful front kick to the blond’s stomach, blasting her 10 feet through the air to crash into the opposite wall.

The blond leapt back to her feet effortlessly.

“Hmmph. C’mon, you should know by now that you can’t hurt me that way. All you managed to do was steal a feel of my boobies.” she taunted. “While mine are certainly nothing like the glorious pair you’re carrying around, I’m pretty sure they… what… what the fuck…. AHHHHH…. AHHH!!” she screamed.

Looking down, the blond screamed in horror as what used to be her breasts were now bubbling wounds as her flesh melted away. Within seconds, blood and flesh gave way to white bone as her ribs were revealed. The blond slumped to her knees, still screaming, before toppling forward onto her face, lifeless and silent.

“Quite impressive… but you see, Laura was the least amongst us, so you defeating her should not come as a surprise given that you’ve had a good dose or two of Michael’s magical cum.”

Rachel turned towards the voice and what she saw cause her to cry out in dismay.

While Rachel had been busy with her opponent, the remainder of the black clad intruders had made short work of Michael’s security team. There was blood and broken female bodies strewn across the penthouse and it seemed like not one of the female security team had survived the onslaught. What was even more disheartening, was what had happened to Michael and Amanda.

Amanda had been stripped naked and was bent over at the waist, face and hands pressed to the floor in front of the only male intruder. He had his hands on Amanda’s naked hips and was casually fucking her in a standing wheelbarrow position. There was a big grin on his face and Rachel could here his cock squishing into Amanda’s very wet pussy, and soft moans coming from Amanda’s mouth. Rachel couldn’t tell if Amanda was a willing partner, or had simply been fucked into submission. Sweat streaked down Amanda’s back and Rachel could hear her breathing heavily into the carpet between moans.

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Chapter 4 – The Main Course

He let go of my hair and went on a several minute rant about how good that felt and that he had never felt anything so good. I wanted to believe him but knowing that I had the skills but not the experience made me think that this was just his inexperience talking. I moved my lips back to his still half hard member, kissing it softly and flicking my little pink tongue over his still quivering organ, cleaning up the little strings of his seed that escaped my lips. He was a sensitive one after his big explosion and I was not helping things much that I was poking his sensitive spots with my tongue and sucking on the tip as I attempted to coax out every last drop.

I was having so much fun teasing and licking him that I did not notice for a while that he was fully hard again. I am so lucky to have such a cooperative stud for my first time. Now that he was hard again it was my turn to play, and I am not talking balls of yarn here. Taking matters in hand (grabbing him by the penis) I took him across the room. I did not have to force the issue; he came willingly, following me across the room to the couch. As we walked the short distance I knew I was ready. I could feel some leakage running down the inside of my thigh. Once at the couch I turned him around and gave him a gentle push. Pushing just enough to let him know I wanted him to sit, and of course he complied.

My hand moves to his chest and pushes him back into the couch as I step forward and straddle his legs… leaning forward I take his manhood escort kağıthane in my free hand to guide it to the wet opening between my legs. Thinking about how much everyone says this is going to hurt I slide down slowly, feeling the small head slip in easy, then feeling more resistance as the fat shaft sinks in past my bald lips. Then there is, the slow soft tinge of pain that tells me the moment has arrived, the moment of truth as his head is pressing against my virginity. As I thought to myself, slow or fast, which would hurt more? William reaches out and rests his large hands on my small slender hips and with one quick movement he pushes down and thrusts up into me by surprise.

My hymen is shredded in one quick second and his thick tool wedges halfway up into me. I look down at him for a second with a surprised look on my face. I expected him to start thrusting hard into me, trying to bury the whole bone deep inside and I breathed a sigh of relief when he moved his hand from my hips to my breasts, gently fondling them… giving me some time to get comfortable. Purring softly as I sit atop his tower, my back arching and pressing my firm breasts against his hands then slowly sliding down the rest of his pipe. My walls stretch and accommodate him easily with out as much pain as expected.

Using my leg muscles I push upward, lifting myself up until just his head is inside me, and then slowly I slide down again. First slowly, then moving faster, sliding up and down his pole as he starts to thrust up inside me. Hearing the soft escort beyoğlu squishy sounds coming from under me as his meat thrusts up inside me as I slide down. My breasts giggle now in his hands as I land harder and harder. The sound of my flesh slapping against his as my little butt impacts against his thighs. Then suddenly he stops thrusting… I look down at him and ask, “Are you ok Sir William?” Yes I am he replied, but he is close again and asks about me getting pregnant. Do not worry Sir William I say in reply, my genetic engineering prohibits me from getting pregnant; you may do as you wish.

What came next was totally unexpected from a man so young. His hands snaked under my firm little bottom to take a grip on my cheeks, and then leaning forward he stood up. I had to wrap my legs around him quickly as his movement startled me. His strong arms lifted me then dropped me down on his thick pole over and over again. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as I helped him impale me over and over again. My breasts now perspiring against his bare chest slipped over his flesh as if on a film of oil.

It was not long in this position that I felt strange stirrings deep inside me, knowing what it was but never having one, my first orgasm was about to happen. As he bounced me on his shaft he took a few steps to the dining table and sat me down. With one hand he pushed me down on my back then lifted my legs up over his shoulder. Leaning in and bracing himself against the table he started thrusting in hard and deep, using my legs as best as escort esenler I could on his shoulders I pulled myself up to meet his every thrust and that’s when it happened… the convulsions started as my body trembled through orgasm, after orgasm, three total. Young Sir William’s pole keep hammering me over and over again until his manhood began to swell and pulse… shooting his seed deep inside me.

I looked up at him then looked down between my legs, his pipe was buried deep inside me, though I could feel it starting to shrink. Playfully I gave his member another squeeze or two, which brought a smile and a laugh. Carefully he stood up and his tool slipped from inside me. I felt a great leakage from inside me creating a spreading puddle on the table under my butt and lower back. I looked up at him and suggested that the maids would be pretty upset at us in the morning. He laughed, looked down at his goo covered member, and then looked back at me… “I see something that needs a little maid service right now”, he teased. Giving him a teasing salute and a crisp, “yes Sir” I pushed myself up and slipped off the table… and I mean literally slipped off the table as my butt slid in the puddle of goo we had created.

I slipped to my knees and took him in hand. One hand caressing his much lighter than before ball sack, the other pointing his sticky shaft toward my mouth. I was surprised as I slid him into my mouth that I could taste only him on his organ. I guess this means that I am without taste or scent down there as I worked my lips and tongue over him… cleaning him up really good with my mouth and tongue. Though I thought I was done with him, I could feel him getting hard once again in my mouth and a warm feeling shot through my body. Here we go again…

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Baroness and I ran to the docking bay, stopping only while I climbed into my flight suit. As I undressed, letting my cock sling out and hang free, I continuously caught her glancing at it furtively, seeming to have trouble containing herself in its presence. I was curious to ask her why the girls never removed their flight suits, but my mind was focused on other things at the time. Together, we emerged out into the docking bay, looking around wildly. The Commander was with Lady and Duchess, briefing them on the mission. I moved between the two girls, their broad, generous hips parting slightly to give me room as I looked up at the Commander. I noticed his arm was in a cast, where Baroness had broken it during her playing.

“This is a different Space Monster from last time,” he said, indicating the screen. “Its method of attack is much more dangerous. I want you people to demonstrate teamwork out there. Especially… With Red Giant. Please?”

He added the last word as a plaintive whine as Baroness spat on his face. He didn’t flinch, he simply allowed the spit to roll down his pitted face. However, Lady and Duchess were less quick to retaliate. “You have GOT to be joking!” grunted the German Goddess, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me towards her. She jabbed a finger hard into my face and I grunted in pain, but remained silent as she spoke, “This little bitch is just a boy! A child! You’re a fucking idiot if you think we can depend on him, ja? I will piss on this dummkopf and he will run crying.”

I whimpered a little, but the Commander did his best to stand his ground. “He performed quite decently last time, however…”

“I have watched the videos, you fucking IDIOT! He made not a single effort to attack the beast! All damage inflicted was by Green Wasp!”

Lady grinned at that, shaking her fat hips. “Da, that is correct. He is sooo stupid! He makes no effort to attack whatsoever! Stupid little faggot boy!”

The Commander grunted. “I’m sorry, ladies, but his vehicle has been prepped already. Red Giant is ready to go. And another thing: It was that suicidal attack by Green Wasp that has it currently in the repair bay, so Lady will be staying here. Is that und-“

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence, however, as Lady’s powerful arm moved faster than any of us could follow. The Commander clasped at his stomach, curled up slightly, then collapsed to the ground in a trembling pile. She ground her heel into his cheek, crushing him, drawing a drop of blood. “NO! NO NO NO! I VILL NOT STAY HERE WHILE THAT IDIOT GOES OUT AND FUCKS ABOUT!” She composed herself, then glared pure hatred at me. “Listen up, you fucking worthless piece of shit. I will pilot Red Giant. You will stay here and jerk your tiny little dickie like a good faggot, got that?”

She stood over me, eyes twitching, trembling spasmodically. In her rage, she’d let herself get worked up and now every breath made her leotard quake as her tits settled themselves. Her nipples were dragged up and down against the coarse fabric and her fists clenched. The more horny she got, the more angry she would get. I kept my mouth shut and just looked away shyly, hoping she didn’t hit me. Eventually, she leaned back and grinned like a bitch. “That’s fucking right. He cannot even protest. Stupid little faggot!”

Baroness groaned in pleasure, rubbing her hands sensuously up and down her sides. “He certainly is. Pathetic. He is so fucking stupid, he thinks he is a pilot like us, when he is just a whiny little bitch. Go and get in Red Giant, Lady. And Duchess! What is wrong with you?”

Duchess trembled slightly when Baroness’s eyes fell on her. “W-Well… Um…” Her lip trembled faintly, her hand sliding down to rub her fat belly. “Umm… Nothing… Yes, he certainly is stupid…”

The other two girls traded looks, with unconcealed expressions of disgust. However, they both realized that speaking against Duchess şişli escort would allow the Commander to take her off duty and put me back on, so they stayed silent.

When the three women had gone, I helped the Commander to his feet, as he whimpered pathetically. He was so weak for letting this happen… But I’d let it happen as well, after all.

“This is bad…” he grunted, leaning on a table for support, holding a bandage to his bloodied cheek with his unbroken arm. “They need to work together…”

We both turned to a series of computer screens allowing us to survey the fight. I watched as Red Giant, Blue Snake and Black Scorpion came crashing out into the green countryside and turned towards the new Space Monster. Baroness seemed eager to keep the other girls in line, especially Duchess, so she was quickly barking orders from the Scorpion. I watched as she clambered up the side of a skyscraper, massive legs crunching into the building, getting into position for an attack. Red Giant stood at the base of the skyscraper, clutching a massive Pulse Rifle tightly. The Space Monster was a titanic statue of a woman, reminding me of the Virgin Mary somewhat, but with vastly more sexualized features. The entire stone construction was over five hundred feet tall and it gently levitated through the city. Occasionally a point on its body would glow faintly, before discharging lasers across the city that reduced city blocks to rubble.

Red Giant hopped out from behind cover, as Lady raised the huge pulse rifle and fired off three shots, which were effortlessly absorbed. “No way!” she growled, before ducking back to avoid a laser. The statue flew over a park, knocking down trees and sending them flying, approaching Lady’s position. Red Giant hopped out again, and I could only watch silently as a blast of pure energy ripped through its torso and the mech topped to its knees, before spilling onto the ground. “NO!” screamed Baroness and her scorpion sunk down low on the rooftop, before launching into a leap taking it right down onto the head of the statue. A huge stinger raised up and slammed into the statue’s throat, before energy blasts sawed right into it. Baroness had decapitated the statue, the head smashing onto the ground. Duchess whooped in glee, while Lady’s screen only displayed static.

Duchess turned to me, smiling smugly. “Guess we didn’t need your help after all, eh? You little faggot!”

Baroness smirked. “That’s ri-” She was abruptly cut off as something whipped out of the head of the statue and clasped Black Scorpion tightly in its bonds. It was a writhing mass of tentacles, connected to some sort of central eye, which was slithering up to mount the statue. Tentacle after tentacle grasped Black Scorpion, then Baroness screamed over and over again as the tentacles began to rip the metal body of the beast apart. The gnashing of gears rose to the same pitch as Baroness’s squawks of agonized pain, then both cut off abruptly. Duchess whimpered something, and then her screen died as well.

A few moments later, I grabbed the commander by his jacket, making him wince. “They got slaughtered! What the hell happened!” He just shook his head, grumbling.

“Those idiots… This is bad…”

“You’re damn right this is bad! Let me rescue them!”

“But there aren’t any functioning robots! There’s just Green Wasp and…”

“White Mantis. Why don’t I take White Mantis?”

He blanched a little at that, avoiding my eyes. “Uh, it’s not prepped, it couldn’t go out under the circumstanc…”

“I want you to get it ready,” I hissed at him, “Before those girls out there are all dead! Do you understand?” I must’ve reared up a little, because I could faintly perceive him cowering under my eyes, despite the height he had over me.

He just continued to whimper. “Only White Queen can pilot Mantis… I’m sorry!”

“White Queen…? And bağcılar escort who is she?”

He took me to his office to explain. “White Queen is the longest-term pilot of this unit, after the King himself. She’s away on assignment currently, but we’re expecting her back anytime soon. She refuses to let anyone else pilot her robot, too. And she’s certainly a ferocious one…” he finished in a whimpering kind of way that made me sick. I suddenly burst out of my chair.

“Men being spineless is what got us into this situation in the first place, Commander! You’ll prep White Mantis for me or all those girls will die. And I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens, since you don’t seem capable of doing so.”

The Commander shook his head and stood up, reaching to his belt. He drew a pistol and pointed it as best he could at me, despite his shaking. “No. You don’t know what she’s like. I won’t give her any reason to be angry at me…”

I trembled a little at the raised weapon, but didn’t back down. Would he really shoot me? There was so much fear in his eyes and I reflected that White Queen must truly be a terrifying woman. He cringed and hid away from the other three girls, but he was even more scared of her? I couldn’t begin to imagine what sort of woman she must be. More importantly, I couldn’t let myself become gripped by fear while those three girls were being killed out there. I swung my hand out and grabbed his wrist tightly, yanking it upwards, and a single bullet whizzed past my shoulder. Moments later, I had the Commander slammed against the wall and the gun in my hand. I grunted and pointed it at him. “Prep White Mantis or die.”

My cock was drenched in saliva. Two huge, pink tongues lashed up and down it, gasping over the shaft, while female gasps and moans came from all around me. I groaned as my ultra-hard cock throbbed painfully under the pleasure of this beautiful cocksucking. Duchess’s lips alone moved with the elegance and sleaziness of a master dick worshipper, but when you factored Lady’s skilled mouth into the equation as possible, it was simple just too good for me. I sat back and ran my hands through the hair of both girls as they slobbered noisily and messily over my dick, sharing it, their tongues too busy with sucking to be able to properly articulate the feelings of worship that were coming from their hearts and their throbbing, horny cunts.

After White Mantis had been prepared, it had been a simple enough matter to mount the giant Space Monster’s corpse and attack the smaller one that had defeated the three girls. After that, Baroness had grunted out an apology before a very whipped Lady and Duchess came to my sides, holding an arm each and begging for my mercy with their fat, pouty lips. Since both of the girls towered over me, they’d knelt down, lowering themselves to my level, whimpering and pleading stupidly for any scrap of mercy, something that obviously disgusted Baroness.

“Look at you! Slobbering over that boy! You two disgust me!” she grunted, stamping her foot, before storming off. It was true, their minds had both ticked over to the conclusion that they could get removed from the unit for this second failure, the second time I’d had to save their lives, and they suddenly seemed very eager to get into my good books. But the brazen looks of lust in their eyes spoke another story.

The two girls had taken my back to my place and sat me down on the couch, preparing my dinner for me and getting me a beer or two. Then, after dinner, they’d both made brainless excuses to get down on their knees and tore my pants open with pure ferocity, before their tongues messily and greedily slobbered onto my cock. When they sucked it, their lips stretched out, cheeks hollowing, and they whimpered over what was clearly the best and tastiest thing they’d ever had in their mouths. The praise was unending, which escort zeytinburnu I thought was an exaggeration at first, but after three non-stop hours of dick worship, they were still finding new pet names for it, veins they hadn’t paid nearly enough attention to, or deposits of sperm I didn’t even know I had. They showed no sign of slowing, either, truly lost in a primordial cock haze. Occasionally they’d exchange a sloppy kiss for my amusement, but I noticed their tongues were aggressive, dragging sperm from each other’s mouths, fighting for the right to be the number one cockwhore. Duchess even seemed to be panicking a little, as if realizing her territory was being encroached on. After all, my cock had belonged to her previously, at least in her mind, so a sexy, talented dicksucker to be trying to take that away from her was obviously making her panic a little. She would’ve been trying twice as hard as Lady, if Lady hadn’t redoubled her efforts to be able to compete.

“Girls, you can stop sucking now,” I gasped after the fourth hour of continuous messy dicksucking. They both looked up at me with shimmering eyes, then nodded and stood up, beginning to undress. Duchess helped Lady slide her leotard down, while Lady undid the other girl’s bikini top. They turned back to me, with four huge breasts on display, all for me. There was so much tit flesh, it should’ve been distributed among ten or twenty girls, but somehow these massive teats had been left entirely for these two crazy sluts, to be almost completely unused or untouched. What a waste, I’d thought at the time. Of course, back then I still hadn’t fully realized just how sex mad these girls were. Complete revulsion for almost every man they’d ever met had lead to them building up expectations of a perfect man that no-one could ever hope to achieve and having that man in front of them was shutting down all their higher brain functions and replacing every sensible notion with a paralyzing, integrity-breaking need to reproduce. Kill me, rape me, leave me lying in the gutter, just swell my belly so I can give birth to your superman babies! All the hours of cocksucking made sense now, as they had been doing nothing short of worshipping their God. They were more devout than most nuns.

I replayed the scene of the battle in my head as they led me to the bedroom and had me mount them, one after the other, over and over. I had arrived like a saviour at the last moment, ripping the monster off the girls and saving their lives, destroying it almost effortlessly. White Mantis was a powerful machine, but I was also an exceptional pilot, this much was becoming clear. The girl’s level of skill couldn’t even be measured on the same scale as mine, it would be like comparing a baby to an athlete, and they realized this now, which was certainly making my ego swell. So I pounded their fat asses as they lay on their backs, legs in the air, swearing and hissing and screaming like idiots for my cock to inseminate them, calling me master and stud and anything else I wanted to hear. I came in Duchess, filling her pussy, then Lady shortly after, then back to Duchess for a second time and so on. Both girls fainted before I’d even broken a sweat, after shooting my tenth load from my massive cock. Both of them were now surely pregnant to me, something that just made me grin smugly to myself. Stupid sluts. They knew their place now.

After they passed out, I slowly came to the decision that I’d have to become an even better pilot. Baroness still didn’t believe my skill and if the reward I’d obtain from her was as excellent as what these two had given me, I fully intended to impress her, and the Space Monsters must be defeated as well. But the main reason I had to become a better pilot was obvious to me. Thoughts of White Queen were lurking in the back of my head, especially what the broken Commander had said about her coming back soon. If she wished to fight me, I intended to be fully ready to face this bitch and show her what I was capable of. I dozed off between the bodies of my fucked-out sluts, only able to think of becoming the most powerful man alive, with my Red Giant or her White Mantis. Regardless, everything would be mine.

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Anya’s heart was being… it was being filled with static. Pleasant, fuzzy static. Like mold on her brain. But she still had some mind to her, and as she lay still, a sort of clarity was drifting back. Her senses were inundated by the strong, intoxicating smell of… something. An aphrodisiac, no doubt.

She had been captured by the fey, and the fey did not exactly smoke tobacco.

The straw cot she lay in was soft, but scratchy. Far from the sort of bed she’d always figured she would get if the fey ever enslaved her. Fey were supposed to have big, comfy beds. Beds that could brainwash you just with how soft they were. Beds laced with fleece sprite wool, beds that smelled of roses. This bed smelled of straw. And it was scratchy.

The scratchiness was the problem. Anya was quite certain she could have happily drifted off completely if she was in a comfortable bed. But this cot was scratchy, and whenever the wagon hit a stone, the bed bumped.

Bumped.

She was in a wagon.

She took a shallow breath in, trying not to inhale too much of the pleasant-smelling drug.

She was on a straw cot, in a large wagon, captured by the fey.

“They knew we were making a move.” This voice was rough, and raspy, like gravel slipping down a rocky slope. It bore a thick Eastern accent, but spoke in the Western tongue. “They knew, and you tell me they only left a week ago? Did they know how bad this could get?”

“Easy, Seng. Easy.” This voice was sultry, smooth and sly as smoke. “Have another puff.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you smokestack shortstack.”

“Ooh. How long did it take you to come up with that ‘insult’, deary?”

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to talk down to a jami?”

“Oh, your daddy’s told me some things, let me tell you—”

“That doesn’t even make sense, we both know you’re into women, you fucking—”

As the voices raised, Anya blinked. She became aware that there was a quieter voice beneath it all, speaking rapidly in a tongue she didn’t speak. Almost as if… translating?

“Everyone!” snapped a third voice. This one had an even thicker accent than the other two, and had a startling chirpy quality that helped Anya wake herself up a bit more. “We are not here for this stupid infighting. We agreed; it all waits until the Ranch is crushed. Is the Ranch crushed?”

Sour mumbling followed this question.

“Then we do not fight. Kemuri, please don’t talk down to an avalanche spirit. Seng, stop taking ‘your daddy’ jokes literally. Kemuri is trying to anger you by making claims about his own sexual skill coupled with your father’s promiscuity.”

“Well, why didn’t he say so? Smartass smokestack shortstack.”

“Seng,” said the smoky voice, “please stop repeating that like it is going to become a thing. We need to remain focused on the objective, like our feline friend said.”

Anya’s eyelids fluttered. The smoke was stronger now, and she realized the hookah had been passed closer to her. A small circle of robed individuals was gathered in the large cart. She leaned back in the cot, as quietly as she could, to avoid secondhand intoxication. These fey could handle it, apparently. She knew she could not.

Some were not in the circle. A few sat to the side, or closer to the source of brightness—the front of the wagon.

And two sat to the side next to Anya’s bed. One had a pair of tufted fox ears. She had her arm wrapped around a silver-haired woman. They were not speaking.

“The Ranch,” Seng growled.

“The Ranch,” Kemuri agreed.

“The wards are ancient,” the third speaker declared. “But there is some issue over whether or not they will collapse, as we have predicted. If they collapse, the fey prisoners will all be released. But if they hold…”

“If, if, if,” whined a low, almost oozing voice. “Thaaaat’s an ‘if’, caaaaatgirl. And I don’t like iiiiiifs.

“Well, neither do the others,” snapped the ‘catgirl’ with a little growl of annoyance. “Which is why they only decided to take off now, now that it looks like those wards are going down no matter what we do.”

“Vultures,” muttered Seng. “We could’ve used their help earlier!”

“We could still use it now,” Kemuri remarked. He cleared his throat. “So I say we wait.”

“I don’t like that,” Seng said. “Holding back like that. But we’re, what, five fey left? And a bunch of mortals. Agh, I dunno.” Anya heard the ‘jami’ spit.

“Moving in now will just result in more dead, more scarecrows,” Kemuri said. “You haven’t seen Bobbin in action. I have. A house fey on her home terrain is truly a force to reckon with. We shouldn’t risk it.”

The fox-eared figure next to Anya shifted uneasily, speaking up for the first time. “And what of my sister, Kemuri?”

Kemuri gave a little dismissive noise. “She died to bring the Ranch down in flames. She wouldn’t want us risking our lives on her account.”

The kitsune stiffened. For a moment, Anya thought she was about to spring at the short, curvaceous speaker. mecidiyeköy escort Her hand slipped to her side, as though going for a weapon.

But after a moment, she just seemed to crumple into the dark-haired woman’s arms.

There was a long quiet.

“And what are plans for… him?” the catgirl asked, clearing her throat. “The new Master? Do we have to kill him? Seems… a waste.”

“Theeeeere are uuuuuuuses for him,” moaned the oozing speaker.

“I’ve got a use for the Wetherdean fellow,” Kemuri said cheerfully. “It involves a sword in want of flesh.”

Anya stiffened.

They were talking about her brother, she realized.

“There are rules,” Seng said, sounding uneasy. “Killing a human could put us in trouble.”

“He might,” the silver-haired woman said suddenly, her voice uncertain, “be useful for your purposes, ladies and gentleman.”

Everyone turned to her, startled.

For a moment, Anya found herself staring at the faces of the fey. A very thin, white-haired catgirl sat alongside a short, very curvaceous red-haired beauty who currently held the hookah and breathed from it thoughtfully. The latter wore what might be assumed to be a feminine form, but everyone was calling ‘Kemuri’ a man, so Anya supposed it was likely not so simple.

Next to him sat cross-legged a slight woman with muscular arms and large, smooth, shapely feet. Her toes waggled as she regarded the speaker. Finally, a buxom maiden wearing a large conical snail shell atop her head sat to the other side of the catgirl. Her skin was a pale lavender, and seemed strangely slick. All were of clear Eastern descent, but this new speaker, Anya realized, had no accent whatsoever.

“And what might that be, doppelganger?” the catgirl asked. “We talk thus for your benefit, and only for Suisshu’s sake—and that only for respect for her lost sister, who perished for the cause. It is a burden on those of us who don’t speak good Western. Please, enlighten us.”

The doppelganger cleared her throat, then paused.

She glanced back. Her eyes met Anya’s.

“Oh,” she said softly, “our little mascot here seems to be waking up.” She leaned in. “Bumpy ride, dear?” she cooed.

Anya stared up at the silver-haired woman, whose eyes were a piercing silver to match. “F-fuck you,” she whispered, struggling in vain to wake herself.

The doppelganger’s smile vanished, and she shook her head disapprovingly. “A foul mouth might earn the fey’s favor, but not in the way you’d want to use it,” she said, leaning in closer. Her eyes started to sparkle. “Now, look into my eyes, my dear…” Her hand caressed Anya’s cheek. “Feel yourself… drifting…”

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Senya drifted in and out of sleep, a dazed, blissful smile on his face, as Angora’s pussy gently milked his hard, needy cock.

His eyelids fluttered. He dreamed of the Thriae, of Mommy, of the beembos and slime girls and puppy sprites, but mostly, he dreamed of the fleece sprites. The fey who had finally—and so, so easily—claimed him.

The fleece sprites embraced him, pouring soft, fuzzy pleasure into his stupid, wooly mind. Their wool soothed him, eased him. Angora rolled her hips and sighed against him, her breathy gasps and moans—so small, so sleepy—a constant soundtrack in his tingling ears.

They kissed him, milked him to orgasm after orgasm, petted him, praised him. He was a good boy, a good bimbo, a good Master, a good, obedient playmate. Submissive. Dreamy. Sleepy. Brainless.

They held him there, lost in dreamy ecstasy, and he felt all will to ever leave their arms fading deep into the mist.

He understood now. He understood it all. Why had he ever tried to resist? This was what he wanted. All he’d ever wanted. Captured and captivated by beautiful fey, lost in lust, lost in submission.

“Good bimbo,” one mumbled in his ear.

“Sleepy boy,” coed another.

Angora sweetly kissed him, nuzzling against his neck and smiling down at him. He sighed happily.

He had always wanted this, deep down. How could he resist something he wanted? He wanted to lie here forever, lost in dreams, in obedient, pliant, docile bliss, as they used his sleepy, horny body as their eternal sex toy. It was what he deserved. What he craved.

No wonder Jerrod wasn’t bothering to save him.

“Good boy,” purred Angora, kissing him again and holding him tighter—like a particularly beloved pillow, or a stuffed animal. His chin rested against her fluffy, wool-covered breasts, and this little contact made his head spin down, down, spiraling to the ground like a maple seed. Deeper into fuzzy, fluffy emptiness.

Jerrod and Bobbin would be fine. They were just better than he was—stronger, more resistant. Because they wanted to resist.

They weren’t pathetic like Senya. They weren’t submissive and needy like Senya. They were in control. The fey here did not master them—they mastered the fey. Owned the fey. Used the fey.

He moaned softly. bayrampaşa escort His mind felt like it was drifting through thunderclouds. Every now and then, a tiny bolt of clarity would strike, then fade as quick as it came. He kept feeling like he was getting closer to something, like he was understanding something.

Luckily, Senya knew he didn’t need to understand anything anymore. He could just lie here, and moan, and wriggle, and make the fleece sprites happy.

Jerrod and Bobbin would be fine without him. He’d been a poor successor. He would have made a terrible Master to follow in Great-Uncle Yvun’s footsteps.

Not like he would have ever wanted to. Senya smiled up at Angora, who giggled, her eyelids heavy as she nuzzled his cheek. If being a Master meant cruelty and ownership, meant brainwashing prisoners into pets and slaves…

His eyelids fluttered. Again, the lightning flashed by.

“Such a… good pet,” Angora said, yawning. She licked his cheek, and he laughed weakly. “It’s so nice… so nice, isn’t it?”

The lightning gave way to puffy white clouds again as he numbly nodded. Nice to be pliant and docile. Easier to be a good pet. To obey. He would have been a terrible Master. He would make a wonderful pet. A wonderful sleepy bimbo.

Regrets swam through his head like sparrows in the clouds. The business with the Will—but he hadn’t even understood it lucid. It was too much for him. Bobbin would sort it out. Cheat it out, like Jerrod had said. He would never see his puppy sprites again, perhaps, unless Bobbin eventually freed him—but what then? He would just sink into the next fey’s arms and submit all over again. Perhaps he would see his puppies again, and that made him cum joyously into Angora’s slick, smooth pussy. He would miss carpentry—but he hadn’t had time for it anyways, serving Bobbin’s wishes. No time for anything but pleasure now. He would miss his sister—

Oh.

He frowned.

He would miss his sister.

Seeing his frown, the fleece sprites gave sympathetic moans. They started kissing and licking all over his neck and face, drowning him in their love. Angora wriggled her hips until he found himself cumming again, and he felt those worries melting away once more, forgotten.

“Good boy,” Angora said, her voice soft and wispy. “Good boy…”

He would be a good boy. He smiled, eyelids closing at last as his submission was complete. A good pet. A good obedient, submissive, pliant, docile, horny, sleepy, dreamy, foggy, empty-headed brainless bimbo slave. He heard, faintly, the fleece sprites whispering these words in his ears, but they just seeped in and settled in his mind without him even having to think about them. And it felt so good to just let them… program him. No more time for regrets. There was only softness. There was only sleep. There was only pleasure. There was only music.

Wait.

Music?

Through the drowsy haze, Senya began to hear a strange sort of song.

It was some sort of woodwind tune, like a flute. Its tone was deep and slow. Kind of cute—very cheerful. A lullaby. It was pleasant to Senya, though he wasn’t sure why Angora’s eyes had turned that bright pink color.

The fleece sprite licked her lips. She licked Senya’s lips. Her eyelids were drooping until her eyes were just slits.

Around Senya, he felt the two fleece sprites who held him steady getting out from the pile. He sank into the grass, blinking, startled by the sudden relative chill—though his cock spurting cum into Angora’s cunt once again was enough to dispel such worries for now. He mindlessly clutched at her.

The two fleece sprites, meanwhile, started crawling away.

Then Angora started to move. She was breathing heavily, Senya felt, as she disentangled herself from him. He clutched at her weakly, but she, despite her exhaustion, was still stronger. His cock slid out of her pussy with a slick, wet sound, still dribbling a little.

And then she, too, began to crawl. Senya finally looked up.

The three fleece sprites were gathering by the gate. On the other side of the gate stood a strangely familiar woman with long dark hair. She was totally naked, and playing a crudely-carved bamboo flute of sorts.

The fleece sprites’ eyes had gone rosy with longing as they leaned against the fence, panting along with the music. From behind, Senya could see their thighs rubbing together, could see their need.

But he was still too foggy to think clearly, and so he just watched as the young woman procured three sticks, each with a ball of golden amber at the end. She hesitated.

Her eyes, Senya noticed, were a bright gold.

And then he realized what those candies were.

The fleece sprites were actually drooling as they stared, eyes half-closed, at the honeypops. They leaned closer, trying to reach them. Their rosy eyes were glazed and distant as the lullaby continued.

And then those golden eyes contacted his own. She escort bahçelievler stopped playing a moment, but curiously, the music lingered, echoing through the pen. “What are you, stupid?” the woman hissed, gesturing to the fence. “Get out, quick! This won’t distract them long, and they can be fast when they need to be!”

She quickly returned to playing.

Senya stared dumbly at her. She stared back at him, urgently nodding towards the fence.

The fleece sprites had acquired their candies, now, and were happily sucking on them, blissful looks on their faces. They sucked like babies at nipples, rapidly reducing the Thriae treats into nothing. Their eyes were sparkling, now, pink and gold.

Senya started crawling slowly towards the fence. The world seemed to be pulsating. Everything was suddenly too bright, too loud, and he was so tired. He swayed back and forth as he crawled, nearly falling on his side more than once.

“Ooh. Master.”

He paused, glancing back. His whole head felt like it was full of cotton balls.

Angora was crawling towards him, eyes sparkling gold and pink, a drowsy smile on her angelic face. And then she was next to him, nuzzling his neck. “Do you wanna leave?” she whispered, leaning against him. “Because… you can, if you want.”

Senya stared at her as he felt his muscles relaxing. It was true. He could, if he wanted to.

The trouble was… he didn’t, did he?

This was what he wanted. His eyelids fluttered as she gave his neck a little lick. And that was the problem here. He was tired of fighting. It felt too good to not fight. It all just felt too good. Too right.

Senya didn’t want to be Master. He wanted to be a good boy. And so his arms started to go limp. He started to sink back down, deep, deep down, and back into Angora’s tender clutches. “Angora,” he moaned.

“Yes, Master,” the fleece sprite cooed, stroking his hair. “Sleepy. Sleepy bimbo Master.”

“Sleepy… yes, sleepy…” He smiled dreamily as he heard the other fleece sprites crawling up behind him. Angora giggled.

Then he heard a shrill buzzer go off, and he jumped. So did Angora.

Or, to be precise, she fell over. The buzzer went off three times, harsh and screeching, like an angry tin bird. Senya’s world throbbed, thrust back into full wakefulness.

And on the third buzz, enough of his proper mind managed to spark back into action to crawl the last few feet forward and grasp at the bard’s hands. She yanked him over the fence with a grunt.

He landed roughly in the grass—rough enough that it hurt. He rolled onto his back, and lay there for a moment, the grass irritating his back, his head hurting from the rough fall, his ears ringing from the awful alarm buzzer.

“There!” snapped the woman, sucking in a deep breath. She had fallen over, too, and now she climbed to her feet and folded her arms over her bare chest. “Yeeshus and Nakti, gods of music and noise, that was close!” She stood over him, sticking her upper lip out in thought. “You alright, sir?”

“Um…” He blinked several times. “Yes. Yes!” He struggled to his feet. “Yes, I am!” His head was still spinning. The world was spinning. Why was this woman so familiar? “I… I don’t, though…”

She extended a hand. “My name’s Merisi. Second-Class Bard of the Bardic Orders Postal Service. Not that that means anything to this lot.” She shot a scowl back at the fleece sprites.

Senya shook her hand, smiling weakly. “My name’s Senya. Senya Wetherdean.”

“Oh, thank the gods.” Merisi smirked. “I mean, I owed you a save anyways, but I was really hoping you were Senya.”

“You know my name? Wait—” Senya’s mind, still sluggish, suddenly kicked into high gear. Reflexively, he drew his hand back. “You were the honey sprite!”

“Second-stage addiction.” She scowled at him, gesturing at her eyes—sure enough, the irises were gold, but she still had pupils and whites. “Not a honey sprite.”

“Yes, but—” Senya’s mind was still racing. He found himself grinning broadly. “You’re the messenger! Oh, gods, so Anya has been getting my letters.”

“Um. No.”

Her face was serious. A bit confused. Worried. Senya’s smile dropped off quickly. “Oh. I see.” He hesitated, then, biting his lip, looked around. “Wait, where’s Jerrod?”

Merisi scratched her head. “Oh, that guy? I saw some hen harpies running off with him and a shaven fleece sprite. I’d have saved him, but I also saw you, and… frankly, I don’t fuck with shaven fleece sprites. Speaking of which, we should probably get someplace safer.” She gestured to the pen. “Fleece sprites aren’t good at long-distance chases, but they can sprint.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Senya shook his head, the last remnants of grogginess finally slipping from his newly-cleared mind. “The wards don’t—”

Out of the corner of his eye, Senya caught movement. He stiffened, his head turning ever-so-slightly to look.

Horror and shock clashed against a strange delight as Angora finished pulling herself over the fence. The other fleece sprite were rising to their feet, too, sluggish but plainly excited.

There was a crackling over the wooden slats, like sparks, and then… nothing.

Angora landed on her hands and knees on the other side, beaming up at him. “H-hi, Master,” she said sweetly.

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