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This is part 3 of the story of how I, Alicia Worsley, became a lesbian and fell in love. It’s an edited version of my upcoming autobiographical ‘roman á clef’ novel “Over Heels”

3. The Suzy Sensation

I woke up suddenly, looked to my right, and was overjoyed to see Suzy sleeping there next to me. The previous day’s events still seemed like a dream. I could hardly believe they actually happened. My first time with another woman and it was sublime. Ecstatic. Better than I could ever have imagined. She was lying there sleeping, and she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. I thought about the previous days sex, the hottest I have ever experienced. We must have had about a dozen orgasms each, so you’d think I would be well sated but, when I looked at her, and thought about some the things we did, and the feel and taste of her flesh on my tongue, I began to get horny again. I thought I’d give her a sexy wake up call.

She was lying on her back, fast asleep, so I straddled her, with my breasts over her face, then leaned in and trailed each nipple in turn across her lips. I wondered if she might wake with a start and be shocked, but no. She opened her eyes and smiled up at my boobs.

‘Well, good morning girls’, she murmured, putting her hands on my hips and pulling me towards her so that she could suck my nipples better. ‘Ohh, Honey, you have the most delicious tits’. She was sucking and licking my nipples so, so sensuously.

‘Mmm’ I moaned, it’s like you’ve been doing that for years’ and she stopped and looked at me, smiling.

‘I have, to my own nipples. Want to try one?’ and she cupped one of her soft rounded breasts and lifted it up in invitation. I slithered down and took her erect nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue around the end of it until she let out one of her delicious croaky moans. ‘Oohhh, that is divine’. I had often sucked my own nipples as well, but her breasts were softer than mine, less firm, and that made them somehow sexier, more womanly. It was something I hadn’t expected, and it was very alluring. She was obviously enjoying my attentions; ‘Oh baby, I’m going to be wetting your bedsheets in a minute, if you don’t stop’ but I had no intention of stopping.

‘Just let it flow babe, there’s no inhibition here’, I said. ‘In fact, just let me catch it’, and I slithered down between her legs, casting off the covers as I went. We were both completely naked and she was just lying there with one knee drawn up and a finger softly playing with her clit. As I moved down below her pussy, she let her drawn-up leg fall to one side and, as if by magic, her pussy lips parted for me. She did this deliberately, I’m sure. She’s so fucking sexy.

I took in the scene; her open thighs, her finger on her button, the beautiful curves of her bum cheeks, and that delectable pussy, with its wet, slightly parted, lips and its soft curly pubes. Absolutely gorgeous. I moved up, and gently parted her outer lips fully with my thumbs, exposing the glory of her open vulva. I paused, revelling in the anticipation of licking her, and I found myself trembling as I saw a little ooze of cream at the entrance to her vagina. I put my nose between her inner lips and licked up her cream, carrying it on my tongue, up to her clitoris, where I spread it on her button, licking all around it, lovingly. I repeated this a number of times, bringing those incredibly sexy groans from her.

More, much more, cunt cream dribbled from her vagina and I gathered some on my fingers and reached up to offer them to her. She hungrily took them into her mouth and sucked hard on them, using her tongue to clean them thoroughly then threw her head back, gasping. I felt her body tense as she teetered on the brink of her climax, before slipping over the edge, and convulsing into a long, gentle but powerful orgasm. Her release was palpable and it was too much for me too; I threw myself back onto the bed beside her, wanking myself furiously to a glorious juicy climax.

We lay there, panting slightly, and then she rolled towards me and kissed me passionately with her juicy lips.

‘Fuck, that was some special way to wake up. Thank you Lissy.’

‘Lissy?’ I laughed.

‘Yes.’ she said, ‘It’s my new pet name for you. It’s nice, don’t you think?’ Well, I’d never really bothered with a shortened version of my name up to this point, but it was better konya escort than Alice I suppose and, to be honest, I was so besotted with her by now, she could call me whatever she damn well liked.

I’d embarked on this adventure determined to keep control, but now, just a few days in, and less than 24 hours after our first fuck, all that was melting away and, more and more, I was in her thrall. It wasn’t that I was becoming subservient, I still liked the idea of being in control, but this was turning out to be a much more even relationship than I’d imagined. And that was great. I suppose my need for control was born out of my uncertainty about the reality of lesbian sex but now, with Suzy, all that doubt had vanished. In fact, when she had taken a dominant role yesterday, I found I loved it.

‘Hey’, she suddenly said, ‘you know you said you had fantasies about making love to yourself? Well, that can’t happen, but I could give you the next best thing’.

‘How?’ I asked, intrigued.

‘Well, I could dress up in some of your underwear and you could pretend.’ she said with a lascivious wink. Wow. What an idea, and what an offer! She was willing to subjugate her own identity to play a role in one of my favourite fantasies. No wonder I was rapidly falling head over heels in love with her.

We began choosing some of my favourite sexy lingerie for her to put on. She wasn’t far from my size so my undies fit her very nicely and it was so horny, watching her put on a pair of my black lace-top stockings and suspenders, especially the elegant way she bent her legs to clip the sussies onto the stockings. She pulled on a pair of my very stretchiest black briefs and a sheer black bra that left nothing to the imagination, then tied her long dark hair loosely with one of my red hair ribbons, and the transformation was complete. She looked stunning. I thought I could almost make this work.

I said she would need to crank up the sass to make a convincing impersonation of me, and she walked up to me with a smouldering expression that said ‘I’m going fuck your brains out’, and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips as I lay on the bed with my head propped up on one elbow.

‘You are going to love this’ she said, swaying slightly from side to side. Her pussy, and my knickers, were a couple of inches from my face. So close, I could feel the heat of her. I leaned forward and just gently kissed the crotch of the sheer knickers. They were slightly damp and I licked my lips, and then looked up at her full breasts in my bra, towering over me. She looked down at me.

‘Taste good?’ she asked and I moaned my approval. There was something very exciting about seeing her in my underwear, and in kissing her pussy in my damp knickers, but I was never going to convince myself that this was me I was making love to. Her pale skin, her fuller outer lips, her much softer, less wiry, pubes, and her plump, round, soft breasts, so unlike my firm, pert ones, meant that I was going to be in no doubt that this was Suzy I was loving, and I found that so, so exciting. If trying to be more like me meant she would be more confident, more assertive, and more dominant, that would just be a bonus.

She put one foot up on the bed and pulled the gusset of my knickers aside, stretching it around her arse cheek so that her cunt was fully exposed. Then she spread her outer lips with two fingers and said, in her oh-so-sexy voice, ‘Kiss me’. I knew which lips I was meant to kiss, and I leaned forward and gave her pussy a full-on French kiss. Tracing my lips over her labia and twirling my tongue up inside her opening. ‘Fuck!’ she exclaimed, and staggered a little. She had obviously underestimated my passion, and her arousal. My god, she tasted divine, and I lay on my back and shuffled around so my head was at the edge of the bed, almost touching her thighs.

‘Sit on my face’, I said, and she knelt on the bed, astride my head, then sat back so that her soft round arse cheeks were on my forehead, my nose was deep in her oozing opening and my tongue was flicking over her inner lips and clitoris. My hands were wanking my pussy madly; one of them spreading my sex, the other rubbing my clit like crazy. Suzy’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I licked it, her vulva and her arse cheeks spreading musky juice all over my face, and konya escort bayan I was soon shaking as my orgasm approached.

Suzy got there even sooner; she started going ‘ah, ah, ah’, which I now knew was the precursor to her climax, and then, with a massive shudder, she came and my face was flooded with her incredibly hot juice. I was swallowing all I could, but she continued making the ‘ah, ah, ah’ sound for what seemed like minutes and I was gulping down masses of her cream. Even so, I could feel it trickling down my cheeks and neck, into my hair, and soaking into the bed-covers. Fucking hell, she was one juicy woman.

Of course, I was cumming hard at the same time and, as her climax subsided, she fell forward and buried her head between my thighs, lapping lazily at my trickling juices. My head was squeezed between her thighs, and her hairy pussy, still oozing juice, was pressing down on my face. I was almost suffocated in her femininity and it made me squirt out another wave of my cream, bringing a muffled groan from her as she gagged on it. It was such a fantastic cum for both of us and, although Suzy thought she was fulfilling my fantasy of self-love (and she admitted later that she was turned on by that) I was in no doubt throughout that I was making love to Suzy. My gorgeous, sexy, Suzy.

After this fantastic fuck, we were both ravenous so, after a quick shower, we went downstairs for a massive breakfast/brunch. We sat at the kitchen table and talked about food. We observed that, to sensuous beings like us, eating can and should be a sensual experience. We had found we had both experienced a feeling akin to lust, when hungry and about to eat a favourite food. Not a sexual feeling, but a similarly powerful drive. We also talked about the mundane things in life, like work etc. and about sex, of course, especially the wonders of female sexuality, which we were only now fully experiencing, and the shortcomings of men.

Suzy revealed she had been in an 8-year relationship with a man, and had been sexually frustrated throughout that time. My longest relationship with a man had been a mere four months, but I had probably had more partners than Suzy had. Our experiences were similar though; men who just wanted to get off, and once they had, became strangely disinterested. Yes, I’m aware that a particularly horny young male can probably have more than one orgasm during sex, but it’s just so limited, compared to the female orgasm. We can come over and over again, seemingly limited only by physical fatigue, and throughout, our Skene’s glands just keep on producing that milky white girl cum, endlessly. I’ve never known myself to dry up, even after hours and a dozen orgasms.

I told Suzy I was very grateful to her for trying to help me fulfil a fantasy, though I admitted it was, in the end, her filling my head while we were fucking, not myself. She smiled, I assumed at the implied compliment.

‘When you woke me up this morning, with your breasts on my face, I was in heaven. I have a thing about breasts. I love pussy as well, that should be obvious by now, but there’s something fantastically erotic about just concentrating on breasts and nipples. I often search out lesbian big boobs porn, even lactation, and I have even thought of taking some sort of hormone treatment to enable me to produce milk’.

Well, that was a revelation! ‘Wow’, I said, ‘I have never really thought of it that way, even though I also love breasts, especially yours, Suzy’. I smiled coquettishly and reached across the table to lightly brush the side of one of her boobs, which were looking fabulous under the silk dressing gown I had loaned her. I could certainly see myself spending an hour or two with Suzy, immersed in some mutual breast adulation but I didn’t know what to make of the lactation thing. I could see the potential eroticism of it but whether it was a good idea to deliberately mess around with your body’s hormonal balance, just for a sexual kick, I wasn’t sure. On the other hand, there was something quite arousing about the very thought of doing that. It was a deliberate pursuit of an erotic kink. Horny in itself.

I was musing on this, and obviously staring absent-mindedly at Suzy’s tits, when she suddenly got up, walked around the table, and stood behind me. She let one of her breasts slip from escort konya the dressing gown and rubbed it gently against my cheek, holding my face against it with her hand. God, the warmth of her soft breast against my face was divine and I turned my head to kiss the inner curve of it, giving me a wonderful close-up view of her erect nipple in profile. Delicious. I licked it, lapping all around it with my tongue, while she pressed her tit against me.

‘Wouldn’t this be fun with milk?’ she whispered in my ear.

‘Mmmm’ I murmured, ‘or cream’, and I reached back between her legs and slipped a finger into her hot wet folds. I brought the finger up and rubbed her nipple with it, coating it in her pussy juice, then went back to licking and sucking on it, with a little extra sexual flavour. She groaned, one of her sexy, croaky groans, and began massaging her other boob against the back of my head. I was enveloped in her cleavage and I was loving it.

Keeping my head pressed against her chest, she moved around the chair until she was standing astride my legs, facing me, then she reached down and thrust two fingers into her pussy, pushing them in and out rhythmically until her entire hand was coated in her juice, then she pulled her breasts back and wiped her juicy hand all over them. Lifting her breasts seductively, she then fed them to me each in turn. I was suckling feverishly, loving the feel of them and the taste of her sex, but then she suddenly pushed me away.

‘Lie on the sofa, we are going to do a tit 69’ she said, bossily. I of course did so without hesitation and she came and dangled her delectable tits over my face. I reached up with my tongue and flicked her nipples. Her head was facing my feet and she squeezed my breasts together then leaned down to suck my nipples. This of course meant her breasts were pressing down on my face, which was absolute heaven. We stayed like this for a long time, just absorbed in loving the feminine eroticism of our breasts but, of course, our pussies were getting very wet and very neglected.

Eventually, I reached up and took hold of Suzy by the waist and pulled her forward, gently guiding her head towards my aching cunt and bringing hers over my face. She was so wet that a drip of her cream hit me in the eye before I could get my tongue to work on her succulent puss. It was gorgeous, literally, to suck on her wet lips and savour the taste of her juice. This was my first ever girl-girl 69 and, although I was loving eating her pussy, and what she was doing to mine was making me ache with pleasure, I found myself torn between enjoying loving her sex, and enjoying her loving mine. We both came, more than once, but it was not my favourite sexual position. I found it far too confusing.

We ended up lying there, panting slightly, her hot breath on my labia, and her vagina still oozing cream across my cheek. The sofa was a cream-splattered MESS, as were the dining room chairs we were sat on earlier. Thank goodness my dining chairs don’t have cushions!

Reluctantly, we got up and began clearing up the lovely juicy mess we had made, then we went and had another shower together. I held her beautiful body close to me and we kissed passionately – so sensual under the running water. When we were clean and fragrant again, and the house was something like ship-shape, she began to prepare to leave.

It was now late Sunday afternoon and she had to go back to work on Monday, as did I. She put the slinky white dress back on, and her classy Norma Kamali coat, and headed for the door. There was a deep reluctance for us to part, even if just for a few days, and I followed her to her car to delay the moment as long as possible. We stood on the driveway and hugged each other tightly; a long lingering embrace, full of feeling. Then, as if finding some sudden resolve, she broke free.

‘See ya soon, girlfriend’ she said, with exaggerated lightness, as she jumped in the car and, with a final wave and a dazzling smile, drove off.

I went back into the house, feeling a bit dazed, sat in an armchair and had a little weep. As tears rolled down my cheeks, I wondered why; I was not sad, in fact I was deliriously happy, but parting from her felt almost like a bereavement. Irrational, I know. I had just had the most mind-blowing weekend of sex I’d ever experienced and I think I was just emotionally shattered. Suzy later told me that she had also been a bit teary on her drive home, so I think it had affected both of us in the same way. This weekend had changed my life irrevocably; I now realised fully, joyfully, that I was a lesbian and, even more momentous, that I was rapidly falling in love.

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I came home a littler earlier that usual from work that day and called to my baby Josie. She responded with a “Hi toots, I’m in the kitchen” my spine started to tingle when I heard her perky little voice.

She was chopping carrots on the counter and turned slightly to give me a hello kiss, passionately slipping her tongue into my mouth and resting her hand on my breast.

“I’m just getting the salad made for the dinner party tonight” Josie said in her sing-song voice that drove me mad with lust. “Shit” I’d forgotten all about the party and I desperately wanted to fuck the hot cunt standing in front of me in her cute little tank top and mini skirt… now it would have to wait till the company left.

Josie begged me to keep her company and that gave me a deliciously evil idea.

I hugged Josie again except this time I lifted her up and set her down on the butchers block, she looked a little confused but knew better than to question me.

“Lay down and lift your skirt up” she started konya bosna escort to protest “but Kim… the company… and the dinner… and… ” before she could finish I stuffed a dish towel in her mouth and stood back to look at my love bearing her pink panties to me laying exposed and gagged in our kitchen.

I leaned over and started to lick her thighs working slowly, teasing her with my tongue. Lapping at her soft skin working my way with little circles towards her pink panties and the treasure they contained. I could tell she was loving it and kept inching her cunt closer to my mouth trying to convey her need to me without talking.

I slipped one hand down to my slit and used my other hand to slide her panties out of the way and with out warning I dove at her cunt lapping up her sweet cum, flicking my tongue over her clit, slightly nibbling till I heard her muffled cries. The little whore was dripping and I knew how badly she wanted me to run to our room konya esc and get a dildo but I had other plans in mind.

I moved away from her and her frustration was beautiful, she shook her head and her brown mop of hair cascaded down while she banged her fist against the wood telling me she wanted my mouth back badly.

I reached over to where she had been cutting vegetables and grabbed the largest carrot I could see, and without warning shoved it into Josie’s dripping cunt. She arched her back and thrust her hips loving the sensation of being fucked. I rammed it in several times each time I’d slowly, painstakingly pull it out and then ram in back in harder and harder and harder.

I was dripping now myself as well watching my young love take a carrot up her pretty little snatch I wanted to do more to her, wanted to see her being the naughty bitch she is. I looked around for other toys and spotted a cucumber lying on the counter and while Josie’s eyes were closed konya escort in the heat of an orgasm I silently took it and starting to suck it, and lick one end.

My fingers were feverishly playing with my cunt and I was loving every minute of this kinky kitchen sex. I took the cucumber and started to push it against Josie’s tight little ass her eyes started to bulge with fear and pain but I couldn’t stop I needed to see this little cunt take it up her ass. I continued slowly at first watching her ass stretch and grow to accommodate the large cucumber. I got it in and starting fucking her from both ends.

Her cries pushed me over the edge and I came instantly soaking my legs in it. Josie was in another world she was completely full and loving every minute of it. I rammed them both in at high speeds and when I saw her about to orgasm I rammed them both in as far as I could get it. My love burst into waves of pleasure and her body shook as she cried out against the bonds of the towel.

Her body eventually lay back down on the table and I took the towel out we smiled and kissed just as the doorbell rang… company was there and there was no time to clean up, but that’s another story for another day.

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Emily finds herself back in a strange parallel world where female nudity and submission is not just expected but legally enforced. This is a sequel to Emily 2.0, but also contains characters, and references events from Casey’s Fall and Casey’s Rise. While not essential, it is recommended to read those first to get the most out of this story.

This story may contain scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Themes include ENF, CMNF, humiliation, non-consent, reluctance, public nudity, public sex, a touch of BDSM here and there, and occasional violence if it’s relevant to the story or character development.

*****

“You’re nude!”

Emily’s statement of the bleeding obvious caused the corners of Casey’s lips to curl in surprised mirth. She had been naked for so long now that it was long gone from the forefront of her mind, and attention from strangers was virtually unheard of. Her naked presence in the local community barely raised an eyebrow these days, since she was just one of many naked women going about their day to day lives in the Port Wiluma township. However, Emily’s uncontrolled outburst also made Casey realise that these girls must not be from around here.

“You seem surprised by that?” she questioned. “Yet you’re both naked as well, just as you were caught, and the arrest record says that you didn’t appear to have any clothes with you. Were you not aware of the law?”

Emily looked back and forth between her own body and Madison’s before she answered, as if somehow wanting to confirm that they were indeed still nude, and that clothing hadn’t suddenly magically appeared.

“Oh… um…” Emily began, before quickly reverting to the explanation they had given to the police when they were arrested. “We belonged to an off-grid community where clothing was optional. We ventured away to find out what else the world offered. We didn’t realise we’d be breaking a law if we didn’t bring clothes with us, or that it would cause offence to anyone.”

“Interesting…” Casey nodded thoughtfully. “So, you ventured out without any clothing backup at all, not even shoes? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who didn’t know about our nudity laws, but what was going on with the sex toys you were caught with?”

“Um… no, we don’t have a thing with us other than those… err… toys. Those were kind of a science experiment,” Emily answered while squirming uncomfortably and looking at her feet.

“There’s no need to explain yourselves to me,” Casey summoned a sympathetic smile after noticing Emily’s discomfort. “What you do and why you do it is your own business. But with that being said, what you did has now landed you in a bit of a pickle with our local law enforcement. That’s why I’m here now. I’m friends with the judge handling your case, and he called me so that I could offer you a way out.”

“A way out of what?” Madison chimed in.

“Oh, are you not aware of our indenture laws either?” Casey asked. “Crimes of this nature usually result in terms of indenture of several years, and your terms are likely to be lengthy considering the public sex. You would be publicly auctioned after your trial and sentencing.”

“You mean like slavery?” Emily gasped.

“How long is ‘lengthy’?” Madison’s eyes bulged in concern as she considered the possibility of not being able to escape this world again if she became someone’s slave.

“Well, not quite slavery. There are rules both parties have to follow,” Casey answered truthfully. “As to the sentence, it’s hard to say, but likely ten or twenty years.”

“What the fuck?” Madison gasped. “So how do we get out of it?”

“Well, it depends, and I’m not going to beat around the bush with you,” Casey paused for a moment as she considered how to phrase the next bit. She decided to just come out with it.

“How do you feel about sex work?”

“You want us to be hookers?” Madison looked quizzical for a moment, but then her face brightened as she realised that it wouldn’t be any different to how she lived on Earth 2. She gave Emily a knowing look as she answered.

“Yeah, I guess I could do that.”

Emily caught Madison’s meaning, but the idea of becoming a prostitute was not one that she found immediately appealing. However, she rationalised that it would only be temporary, and much like the Earth 2 lifestyle anyway, only she’d be paid instead of giving it away for free. Dark Emily started putting words like ‘whore’ and ‘harlot’ in her head, licking her lips at the idea of stooping that low from her position as starship captain and her world’s envoy.

“Well, not that, necessarily,” Casey replied, noting Madison’s positive but tentative response. “I run a resort for exclusive clientele, staffed by full-time nudist women. Sex work is on offer, but I leave that up to the girls to decide whether they want to do it or not.”

“Um… I’m not able to use oral contraceptives,” Emily brought up, hoping in vain that it would exclude her.

“That’s fine. There are other methods.”

Emily’s shoulders slumped a little batman escort at Casey’s response. Oh well, it was worth a try. Casey noticed Emily’s reaction and tried to soften the blow a little as she continued.

“But, as I mentioned, you won’t be forced into anything you don’t want to do. There are plenty of girls who choose not to, and they’re able to make quite a tidy income without it. I’ll explain more about our system in due course. Ahh, here we are.”

Casey’s conversation was interrupted by the arrival of an impeccably dressed, statuesque older woman with silver hair. “Sorry I’m late, Casey,” she began, “I came as quickly as I could.”

“That’s fine, Monique,” Casey answered. “Thanks for coming. I know it’s late. I was just getting ahead of you a bit by explaining a little bit about our lifestyle to the ladies here to see if they were agreeable to it. As you can see, Judge Sturt’s description of their beauty was completely accurate. Let me introduce you. Ladies, this is my lawyer and friend Monique. Monique, meet Emily and Madison. I’m sorry, I’m not sure which of you is which?”

“Err… I’m Emily,” Emily greeted.

“And I’m Madison,” Madison added.

Monique looked startled for a moment. “Did you say ‘Emily and Madison’?” she asked.

“Is that a problem?” Emily questioned, noticing Monique’s reaction.

“Oh, no, not at all,” Monique replied, quickly regaining her composure. “You just reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. It’s nothing.”

Casey wondered briefly who Monique was talking about before shrugging it off and steering the conversation back on topic. “So, ladies, assuming you are willing to come and work for me at the resort, which will involve some degree of sex work, as well as standard customer service duties, I’ll let Monique explain the legalities involved to get you out of this mess.”

“Yes, well,” Monique pulled a file out of an attaché case she was carrying and began scanning it before continuing.

“It seems we have the usual charges of indecent exposure for being nude without registration in a public place, but, oh dear, there’s a sex offence charge here as well. Engaging in sex in a public place… sex toys… hmm… This is a little more serious, but never mind. If the judge called Casey about you, then it seems he is willing to allow this not to go to trial.”

“So, what have we gotta do?” Madison asked.

“Well firstly, you’ll need to register as nudists,” Monique explained matter-of-factly. “That’s a fairly straightforward procedure which we should be able to take care of straight away.”

“Um… what does ‘registering as a nudist’ actually mean?” Emily interjected.

“Oh, you’re not familiar with it?”

“They’re not from around here,” Casey answered on Emily and Madison’s behalf. “They’ve spent their lives in an alternative community. Probably homeschooled and sheltered from any media.”

“Um… yeah, that’s right,” Emily confirmed. “Clothing was optional, and we didn’t have any sort of registration for it.”

“Oh, okay,” Monique’s eyes glanced back and forth between Emily and Madison’s faces as she considered the lives they must have come from. It seemed unfathomable that they wouldn’t be aware of the nudist registration laws, but their expressions confirmed it, so she decided to dumb it down as much as she could.

“Well, the process is quite simple. You pledge to become a nudist for life, then a small crescent tattoo is placed on your wrist to show that you’re a full-time nudist.”

Casey raised her left hand and pointed to the crescent tattoo on the underside of her wrist. Emily glanced at it, her eyes widening as realisation set in, before looking back at Monique.

“What do you mean ‘for life’?”

“The pledge is a permanent one,” Monique explained sympathetically after noticing Emily’s apparent alarm, but without wishing to diminish the seriousness of what she would be agreeing to. “Once taken, it can’t be reversed, and there are serious penalties if you’re caught wearing clothing afterwards. Well, apart from stuff like footwear and protective garments like aprons if a task requires it. The cape Casey is wearing is a bit of a loophole as well. However, registered nudists are commonplace these days, particularly around this part of the world, so you won’t be alone, and it usually doesn’t take long to adapt.”

“They should be fine, Monique,” Casey chipped in. “They’re not unfamiliar with being naked.”

“We did have a choice, though. We could dress if we wanted to,” Emily protested in an attempt to escape the fate in store for her by staying in character with the ‘raised off-grid’ explanation, which she knew was completely stretching the truth about her actual experiences on Earth 2. Her shoulders slumped as she considered that it was inescapable, and that it was exactly what she had been trying to escape. The whole purpose of the jump to this world had been to wear clothing again and hopefully recover from the effects of the genital yalova escort enhancing therapy, as well as get away from Collingwood. This was out of the frying pan and into the fire. There was no hope of recovering from this situation. She wouldn’t get to wear clothes here after all, and Casey seemed to be taking Collingwood’s place as a madam who would force her into sexual activities that would trigger Dark Emily. And getting a tattoo? She’d never considered that as something she’d ever do.

Her glumness was broken by the sound of Madison laughing out loud, obviously amused at the irony of the situation they found themselves in. It caused a smile to break out across Emily’s face as well. She realised that as absurd as this place seemed to be with its registered nudity laws and apparent legal prostitution, it was hardly any different to the place they had just come from. Plus, it was only a matter of biding their time and doing what they had to do to get by until they could get hold of the hypons and make another jump. On that basis, there was no reason to fight it. However, that didn’t make it easier to accept.

“I’m sorry, did I say something funny?” Monique asked.

“Nah, it’s nothing,” Madison responded. “Long story.”

“Okay then,” Monique continued, ignoring whatever it was that Madison found amusing. “Registering as a nudist will cause the judge to drop the public indecency charge in most cases.”

“Plus, it’s one of the conditions for working for me,” Casey added.

“Right,” Monique agreed. “That’s the first problem out of the way. The second part will be to sign voluntary indentures to Casey. That will make you her property, which will mean the judge can’t legally send you to prison or sentence you to indenture. He could fine Casey, though, but I don’t think he will since it was his idea to get her involved in getting you out of here.”

“How long for?” Emily asked.

“How long should your indenture be?” Monique asked in confirmation. “I think ten years should do it. If this went to trial, you’d probably be looking at double that. Plus, there are far worse fates if you end up on the public auction block. A life under Casey’s care will be a good one. The facilities are first class, and all of the girls are loved and well looked after.”

“Absolutely,” Casey affirmed. “You’ll have a family for life with us as a Crescent Girl.”

“Crescent Girl?” Madison questioned.

“The resort is called ‘The Crescent’, and the girls are called ‘Crescent Girls’, after the crescent tattoos, since all of us have them,” Casey explained. “We’re famous the world over, and command huge salaries, not just in the sex industry. Most Crescent Girls start out under scholarships, and then go on to work in various industries, mostly hospitality.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Emily began, “you want us to surrender our right to wear clothes for life, get a tattoo, and become your slaves for the next ten years to work in a resort which is little more than a glorified harem for rich men?”

“Well, there’s a lot more to the Crescent than that,” Casey responded. “Most of your days will be spent performing resort duties. That’s stuff like working as chambermaids, kitchen hands, waiting tables and bar tending, security patrols, and so on. You’ll be on a rotating roster, so you’ll gain experience in everything. Outside of that, there are opportunities to earn money on the side with sex work, part of which will be held in a trust for you until the terms of your indentures are finished. That could include anything from working a webcam, modelling for magazines, escort work, and having sex with clients if you are willing. We have a system so clients know if you are available for that or not.”

“Sounds great to me,” Madison chipped in.

“It is great!” Casey affirmed, seemingly offended that anyone could suggest otherwise. “Most of the girls come to us under scholarships. They agree to register as nudists and indenture to us for two years. In return, we pay for their educations, and they go on to well-paid careers. Long termers like yourselves won’t have exactly the same opportunities, but you will finish with a rather tidy nest egg, along with a huge amount of work experience, and the offer to stay on as a paid employee.”

“Yeah, I’m in,” Madison agreed. “Where do I gotta sign?”

“Um… is it okay if Maddie and I have a moment alone to discuss this?” Emily requested.

“Sure,” Casey replied. “I need a minute to see the judge anyway, assuming we’re in agreement here?”

“Yes, well, it sounds like we don’t really have a choice anyway,” Emily responded.

“No, you don’t. Believe me, handing you over to the court system is the last thing you want,” Casey warned. “Pretty girls like you get chewed up and spat out. You’ll be sentenced to much longer indentures, and you’ll be publicly auctioned, separated, and most likely purchased by someone who won’t be kind to you at all.”

“She’s absolutely right,” Monique added. “I realise you’re being put ordu escort on the spot here without a lot of notice, and you’re being forced to trust two women you don’t know, but it really is the best option for you.”

“No, I understand. It’s not like we’re in a position to negotiate,” Emily’s eyes looked down to see nothing but naked skin. Even if she could escape this mess, she had nothing to wear and nowhere to go. The hypons needed a week to recharge. How would she even eat in the meantime? “We’re just going to have to trust you. We’ll do as you say.”

“Okay then,” Casey responded, scrutinising Emily’s face to ensure her agreement was genuine. “I’ll be back in ten or so.”

“I’ll fetch a court representative for the nudity pledge in the meantime,” Monique added.

Moments later, Emily and Madison heard the clip-clopping of Casey and Monique’s heels fading into the distance.

“What’s there to talk about, Em?” Madison began. “We’re not going to be doing anything we weren’t doing before, and it’s just a temporary setback. Like you said, we just gotta bide our time until we can get hold of the hypons and make another jump, and at least this way we should be staying near them. We could end up God knows where and lose track of them if we let fate decide. We could even end up apart and never see each other again. This is by far the better option. This place we’re going to sounds nice. Think of it like a vacation in a ritzy resort.”

“You’re right, Mads, but I’m still worried. It won’t exactly be a vacation for me,” Emily sighed, not feeling anywhere near as optimistic as Madison about their fate. “I’ll still be surrounded by stuff that triggers me. Pretty much everything I was trying to get away from.”

“Yeah, but what are you gonna do, though? We’re stuck here for now. I say make the most of it. This Casey seems alright. A bit bossy, but seriously nice-looking. I’m totally digging her piercings. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything like that on a woman.”

“You’re incorrigible, Mads,” Emily smiled wanly while slowly shaking her head.

Madison gently set her hand on Emily’s bare shoulder, “I know we’re in a bad way, Em, but we’re gonna get out of this, okay?”

Madison’s fingertips sent a sensual chill down Emily’s spine. All the talk of registered nudity and becoming a slave had triggered her masochism. The tingle from the simple contact nearly set off her new uncontrollable lust. Instead, she forced herself to accept it for the comfort and affection intended.

“Thanks Madison, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“Yeah, babe. I came with you for a reason. I don’t want you being alone, and I don’t want to be alone either. We’re in this together, no matter what happens, and that’s all that matters.”

Emily turned to hug Madison before another thought suddenly entered her mind, “I wonder what happened to Casey’s eye?”

“Dunno, I guess she’ll tell us when she’s ready,” Madison shrugged.

“I guess. But yes, you’re right that we’re stuck here for now,” Emily continued, “so we’ll just have to run with it.”

“Make the most of it, Em,” Madison repeated. “This might be the last time we get to parade our naked arses around and get all the fucking and sucking we want.”

“Oh God, I can only hope,” Emily replied, recalling her fantasy of living a quiet life as a barista, wearing clothes, and only having sex on her terms. She brightened slightly at the thought.

“There you go,” Madison responded, noting Emily’s spirits lifting. “We just gotta wait it out until we get the hypons back again and make the most of it in the meantime.”

“We’ll have to make sure that Casey gets them off the police for us,” Emily added.

“Yeah… God knows what we tell her about them if she asks,” Madison considered. “They don’t exactly look like your run-of-the-mill dildo.”

“Science experiment, like I said,” Emily shrugged. “We can tell her they measure orgasmic responses or something. She seems pretty open to anything sexual, so we don’t need to be coy. On that basis, we could tell her they’re experimental vibrators to help us achieve the ultimate orgasm.”

“Well, they pretty much did that,” Madison laughed.

“Fuck me, you’re not wrong,” Emily replied, joining in on Madison’s laughter. “I must have words with Collingwood about that if I ever see him again. A little warning would have been nice.”

“A part of me can’t wait for the next jump now,” Madison replied. “I’ll never forget the look on your face.”

“My face! You should have seen your face!”

*****

Meanwhile, in the judge’s chambers.

“You’re up late, Mel, night shift again? You were right, they’re both gorgeous,” Casey began. “I think they’ll make great Crescent Girls.”

“Always happy to help, Casey,” Judge Sturt replied. “Yes, I prefer the relative quiet of the night shift these days.”

Judge Melvin Sturt sat on the State’s nudist registration board. He had friends in high places as well, and many had been instrumental in cutting through red tape to see the original version of the Crescent approved, along with the scholarship program for new recruits. He was a regular visitor to the Crescent’s VIP room after being granted lifetime membership as thanks for his assistance. Over the years, he and Casey had become friends and were now on a first name basis.

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Earth

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August 15, 2019

07:44 EDT

Shortly after we finished off the floor boss, there was a rumbling sound and a small section of the stone floor gave way, revealing a staircase leading down, presumably to the seventh floor. First up, though, was gathering all the stuff left behind by the skeletons we killed.

While everyone else went over and picked up all the Mana Crystal Shards that all the skeletons left behind, I stepped forward and picked up the items dropped by the floor boss for this level of the dungeon. Along with the Mana Gem, Skill Gem and key, there was also a pair of plate boots. Normally they would probably go to myself or Mason, but any of us would be able to make use of them, thanks to the armor we’re wearing. As I picked up the boots, I was able to see the stats they would provide to the wearer. They weren’t anything special, but stats are stats.

After I had everything gathered, I turned to my friends who were putting the shards they had picked up into a sack being held by Mason. I walked over and placed the Mana Gem in the sack before holding up the other items in my hands.

“Alright, we’ve got a pair of boots, a skill gem, and the key to that locked room we had to skip earlier. We’ll do the skill gem first,” I said, rolling it in my fingers until I could see the numbered face. “You’re up, Ben. What is 152E?”

He had his phone in his hand and it took a few seconds for him to find it. “152E is Raise Skeletal Warrior. It costs two hundred fifty mana and allows you to raise up a skeleton to fight for you. The description says they will be pretty weak initially, but as the ability levels up, they can be quite strong. Amount of skeletons you can summon, as well as the amount of time they last will also increase as it ranks up.”

“Sounds like a spell for our resident caster. Any objections?”

Silence was all I heard, so I tossed it over to him. “Congrats, Ben.”

“Now for the boots,” I said, passing them to Mason first. “Take a look and then we’ll roll. Even though they’re plate, I’m not going to limit them to Mason and I, since we have this armor.”

Everyone took a few seconds to look at the boots before they got back to me.

“Alright, take out your phones and let’s roll,” I said, taking my own phone out and navigating to our team page. I tapped on Roll, and after a few seconds there was a chime, letting me know everyone had rolled. Five numbers were immediately displayed, with the person’s name beside it. I rolled 57, Mason rolled 23, Ben rolled 42, Anja rolled 54, and Sonja rolled 11.

“Congrats, Jonathan!” Anja said, followed by everyone else.

“Thanks, guys.”

I put the boots in my inventory and then looked at my stats. My Constitution and Endurance rose by five and seven, respectively, while my movement speed also increased by five percent. My physical damage reduction was now sitting at forty-two percent, and my health was just shy of one thousand, with it sitting at nine hundred eighty-six.

I put my phone away and then looked back up to my friends, who were busy spending their attribute points. Each of them leveled as soon as the boss died, and were all level 8, and nearly caught up with me.

“Ready to see what lies behind that door?” I asked, holding the key out in front of me.

“Yeah, we should definitely hurry though. The dungeon is already down to 6%, so we’ll have to be fast if we want to level two more times before getting booted out.”

“Alright, let’s teleport over there, walking will take too much time.”

Everyone nodded, and there was the familiar pop after pop of air rushing in to fill the area left behind. Once the last person teleported, I followed them. When I arrived in the room, I looked around to make sure everyone was with us. Having seen the four of them, I walked forward and inserted the key into the keyhole. I turned it and heard the door unlocked. I moved my hand down to the handle and opened the door. As the door swung open, torches came on around the room, lighting up the chest that was sitting in the middle.

I heard an arrow whiz past my ear, but rather than it hitting the chest, it impacted the floor beside it. I was about to look back at Sonja, but a second later, lightning shot out of the arrow and began coiling around the chest. When it had circled it once, it constricted and the chest shot up off the floor, or at least it tried to.

The lightning was keeping it tethered to the arrow that Sonja had shot into the floor. The mimic tried opening up its mouth while trying to free itself, but wasn’t having much luck.

“What skill was that?” I asked.

“Tethering Shot. It allows me to keep enemies stationary, as you can see. I knew this chest was a mimic as soon as the door opened.”

“That’ll be handy,” I said before looking back to Mason. “You wanna take care of it, Mace?”

He grinned and nodded, before activating Whirling Leap. When he landed, his mace struck the mimic which broke the tether and sent it flying into one of the walls. There was a really gross sounding noise karabük escort as it slid down the wall, but it quickly disappeared, being absorbed back into the dungeon. It left behind a Mana Gem and another Skill Gem, which Mason quickly picked up. He put the Mana Gem away and then handed me the Skill Gem he picked up.

“We should probably wait until later to hand out Skill Gems and other stuff if this dungeon is going to start resetting soon. Let’s get down to the seventh floor and continue,” he said, dropping the gem in my palm.

“I agree. Let’s teleport back to the floor boss room.”

I put the Skill Gem into my storage, and then teleported after my friends, who were already descending the stairs to the seventh floor. I could see the waygate light up as Mason got close to it, but everyone just ignored it. We would all be teleported out when the dungeon reached 0%, so we wouldn’t be using it, anyways. They stopped long enough for me to take the lead, and then we continued.

This floor was nearly identical to the previous floor, the only difference being the different layout. It was about a two minute walk before we came across the door to the first room. The scene on the other side of the door was very similar to the first room on the previous floor, though there were a couple of Skeletal Archers in the group, rather than just Skeletal Warriors.

“You’re up, Mason,” I whispered, as they hadn’t yet noticed us and were still grouped up. A perfect opportunity for Mason.

He used Whirling Leap once more, one shotting the entire group of five warriors and two Archers. We were so overleveled for this dungeon, that it was actually faster to have Mason take care of everything. That would probably change as soon as we went to the Algonquin Park dungeon. Mason picked up all the Mana Crystal Shards and we continued going room to room, killing everything we came across.

We had to stop a few times to deal with the traps that were on this floor. There were a few new ones, like one that shot flames when triggered, and another that caused a pendulum blade to swing down the center of the hallway we were in. All of them were easy to take care of. Sonja would either shoot an arrow, or we would have Ben use Raise Skeletal Warrior and have the skeleton trigger the trap. It was a little weird to see a skeleton crawling its way out of a solid floor, but it did the job.

The seventh floor was smaller than the previous floor, only having eight rooms before we came across another set of double doors. There hadn’t been a locked door anywhere, so we chalked up the last one to being a random bonus. We did all end up reaching level nine, though it was a lot slower than previous levels.

While we were walking, Ben figured out that we were getting around eleven or twelve experience per kill after Legendary Insight kicked in, which means that we would have been getting only two or three experience per kill without it. All of that is a result of us being four levels higher than everything we’re fighting.

Dungeons eventually adapted to prevent people from just doing one dungeon over and over to level while gaining tiny amounts of experience. For each level higher a person is, the less experience they earn, with it being around twenty percent less experience. So with us being level eight and the skeletons we’re killing being level four, we’re only getting twenty percent of the experience.

Upon opening the doors to the floor bosses’ room, we were greeted by a very similar scene. On a raised platform, there was a Skeletal Archer dressed in some fine looking leather armor and wielding a longbow, and in front of him were three groups of nine skeletons. The ones on the left and the right were composed of six Skeletal Warriors, and three Skeletal Archers, while the middle one was a bit different. It was composed of three Skeletal Warriors, three Skeletal Archers, two Skeletal Mages, and one other type of skeleton, though we didn’t know what it could be.

It was dressed in a long robe and had a staff as well, but a warrior, archer and mage checked the three major boxes. We’d have to find out. This time, we stayed outside of the room while we planned, since if we walked in we knew they would start running at us.

“What percentage is the dungeon at now, Ben?” I asked.

“Lemme check,” he replied, taking his phone out of his storage. After a few seconds of navigating on his phone, he put it back in his inventory. “2%, so we’ll probably be able to get this room done before getting kicked out. We should hurry, though.”

“Alright, here’s what I want us to do; When we walk inside, the archer up on that platform will probably tap the floor with his bow triggering one of the groups to run at us. I’ll be using Precognition to see which one that is, and I’ll call it out,” I said before looking over to Mason. “Mace, I want you to take that group down first, I figure you’ll be able to do it with a Whirling Leap. As soon as I call it out, I want you to cast a Meteor Shower on the group on the right, Ben. osmaniye escort That will leave the middle group for Anja, Sonja and myself.”

“Works for me,” Mason said.

“I’ve got another ability that should help as well. Let me use it before running into the middle group you two,” Sonja added.

“Will do. Alright, everyone ready?”

There were nods all around and we walked inside the room. I activated Precognition and saw the Archer tapping the floor with his bow, causing the left group to start moving forward.

“Mason left, Ben right!” I called out. I turned to Sonja next, “Do your thing.”

She nodded and then pointed her bow up in the air with an arrow appearing on the string. As she drew it back, the arrow began glowing a silvery color. She released it and Anja and I watched as the one arrow split into a dozen or so, with each of them arcing before impacting the group of skeletons in the center. Five of them were taken out immediately; two of the warriors and all three archers, leaving only one warrior and the three casters, who erected shields to protect them. The mages’ shields were blue in color, while the one in the middle had a white shield.

Sonja fired arrows as Anja and I ran in. As we got closer, the robed skeleton in the middle lifted his staff in the air with the top glowing white. He then made a gesture with his other hand and the skeletons Sonja had just killed began to get up.

Before I could say anything, Mason Dashed behind the three casters and Cleaved them all. None of them were ready for it, so all three of them were smashed to pieces, leaving only the Skeletal Warrior and its newly-raised allies. Between the four of us, we made short work of them.

I looked around when the fighting stopped, and saw that both Mason and Ben had easily taken care of their two groups. Mason’s group was launched all over the place thanks to the impact of his mace, while there was nothing but smoking craters where Ben’s group used to be.

We all looked over to the floor boss who just stood there. After a moment, he tapped his longbow before raising it and nocking an arrow. He immediately aimed and fired, but I was already moving thanks to Precognition. I activated Mana Shield and stood in front of Ben, who was the target of the shot. The arrow broke on my shield, and did no damage whatsoever. It did drain my mana slightly, but I quickly regenerated it.

“I’ve got this one,” Sonja said walking forward.

The archer switched his attention to her and nocked and fired an arrow. Just before we all thought it would hit her, she activated Ride the Lightning and appeared behind the archer with an arrow nocked and her bow drawn. She loosed the arrow and was surprised when the Archer turned into smoke and appeared on a balcony on the left side of the room.

They proceeded to dance around the room for the next two minutes or so, each of them trying to land a hit on the other. Sonja even tried using Tethering Shot once, but the skeleton just turned into smoke and appeared somewhere else. Eventually, a male voice was heard all around us.

“This dungeon will be closing in two minutes, at which time all adventurers will be teleported out. I repeat: This dungeon will be closing in two minutes.”

“I might need some help!” Sonja shouted, while continuing to try to land an arrow.

I nodded, turning to Anja and Ben. “I’m going to activate Precognition and point to a balcony whenever it moves. As soon as I do, I want the two of you to fire off Ice Shards and Fireballs, alright?”

Both nodded and I turned back around. I activated Precognition and waited for it to move. After a few seconds I saw it move to the right-most balcony. I pointed and Anja immediately started launching her instant-cast Ice Shards, while Ben casted Fireball. One of Anja’s Ice Shards connected, staggering the archer slightly and allowing Ben’s Fireball to partially connect with it. It didn’t finish it off, but it staggering also allowed Sonja to put an arrow through its eye, finally taking it out.

“Sonja, gather whatever it dropped and then come back down here,” I shouted before lowering my voice. “Hurry up and pick up all the Mana Crystal Shards, I need to switch back to my human form.”

Mason used Whirling Leap to quickly get to one pile, while Anja ran over to another, leaving Ben to pick up the crystals in the center. Twenty seconds later, they had everything gathered and were standing in the middle of the room waiting for me to finish shifting.

“This dungeon will be closing in one minute, at which time all adventurers will be teleported out. I repeat: This dungeon will be closing in one minute.”

“Here, give me all the crystal shards,” Mason said, holding out the sack.

Once they were dropped in the sack and I was done shifting into my human form, I looked over to Sonja. “What did it drop?”

“Not as much as we were probably expecting after that last floor boss. Just a Mana Gem and a Minor Skill Gem,” she answered, dropping the former in the sack being marmaris escort held open by Mason and handing the latter to me.

“Alright, well there isn’t enough time to look it up and roll it off, so we’ll just wait until later.”

“This dungeon will be closing in thirty seconds, at which time all adventurers will be teleported out. I repeat: This dungeon will be closing in thirty seconds.”

“Well, this will be interesting,” I said.

With ten seconds remaining, the voice began counting down. At zero, we were all teleported out to the parking lot. There, we saw a few groups of adventurers who were also teleported out. Each group was a different size, though they were all around our age. All of them were walking back into the building though, probably to sell off anything they acquired while inside the dungeon.

[We just got booted out of this dungeon, Abi. How long until the shuttlecraft is ready?]

[Just under forty minutes,] she answered.

[Thank you, we’ll probably be up shortly and just wait for it to finish.]

[I just spoke with Abi,] I said, adding them all to a single conversation. [The ship I have her making won’t be ready for another forty minutes, so that’s how much time we have to kill.]

[Well, we can kill a minute or two sorting out those two skill gems. Why don’t se sort those out now?] asked Mason.

[We can do that, though not around here. Those other teams could be back out soon and I would rather not have to answer questions about our suits. They are rather unique.]

[That’s true,] Ben agreed. [Back to the base?]

I nodded and teleported to the lobby of the base. Less than a second later, I heard a series of four pops.

“Not having to teleport multiple times is a lot better,” Mason chuckled.

“Sure is,” I said, walking over and sitting on one of the couches. My friends followed and I took the two Minor Skill Gems out of storage. I rolled the first one around in my hand until I could see the face, and then turned to Ben. “First one is 485E.”

“Rapid Fire,” he replied after a moment. “When activated, it allows the user to fire and reload more quickly. Duration is longer and effect is more powerful at higher ranks. At rank one, it lasts for ten seconds and allows the user to fire and reload 20% faster. Costs one hundred mana and comes with a two minute cooldown.”

“All yours, Sonja. Congrats,” I said, passing it over to her.

She nodded in thanks and immediately learned the skill.

“This one is 417E.”

“Hmm…this one is pretty interesting,” Ben answered after reading the description. “It’s Tame Beast. The description says that it allows the taming of Class-E animals, giving them the ability to level up. It also increases the animal’s stats by a percentage of the user’s stats. At rank one it increases stats by 10%, and at rank one hundred, it will increase stats by 20%. It doesn’t say anywhere what constitutes a Class-E animal anywhere though.”

“Can you check a search engine to see if there is a list of animals and which Class they’re in?”

Ben nodded, “Give a minute.”

“Depending on what animals fall in Class-E, that could be a pretty cool skill for one of us to have. Maybe we all get the skill and tame a pack of wolves,” Mason said with a laugh.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that wolves, and the majority of predators are Class-E. The only ones I’m seeing that are Class-D are Polar bears, Grizzly bears, tigers and lions. It appears that size is a factor, since animals like elephants are rhinos are both Class-D as well,” Ben replied.

“Ah, it’s too bad that Grizzly bears are Class-D, since I believe there are some in the enclosure below us. Still, it could definitely be worth it for each of us to learn the skill. How much are they, anyway?”

“Just under eight hundred credits each.”

“That’s pretty pricey. Give me a few minutes and then I’ll roll this off.”

[Hey, dad, do you have a few minutes?]

[Sure, what’s up?]

[We just got the Tier E version of Tame Beast, so I have a few questions. How does one go about taming something, and do we have any more of the Tier E versions in storage?]

[I’m not actually sure about your first question as it isn’t something I have any particular interest in. I do think it takes a lot of time to tame a grown animal, or it can be started when they’re very young. If you would like more information, there is someone on the base you could talk to about it. She is the one responsible for the four enclosures you saw below. As for your second question, I’m sure we have plenty. Would you like four more for your friends?]

[Absolutely! Mason had an idea that would be quite fitting with our team name, but would also require us to all have the skill.]

[I’ll go grab a few. You’re in the lobby, right?]

[Yup, just killing some time until Abi is finished making a ship for us. It should be finished in thirty minutes or so.]

[Alright, see you in a few minutes.]

[Okay.]

“Alright, my dad will be here in a few minutes with Tame Beast for all of us. It sounds like it’s a pretty involved process, though. We would have to raise an animal we want to tame from birth, or spend a lot of time befriending an animal before we could tame it. He said he doesn’t know much, but there is a woman on the base who is responsible for taking care of all the animals in the enclosures below. She’ll probably be able to tell us more.”

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Author’s Notes:

© Copyright Darkniciad. If this story appears anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission and is likely incomplete/improperly formatted. Please go to Literotica and search for Darkniciad to find the real, authorized version of this tale.

This tale takes place in my fantasy world, and centers upon characters you might recognize from “Queen Alicia” and “King Thakkorias.”

Much as “Casting Off Convention,” this story details early adventures in the life of my characters, long before the ‘present day’.

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Alicia awakened to the sound of birds singing and the scent of flowers on the wind. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled as she beheld Thakkor asleep in the bed next to her. Her cheeks warmed a little as she considered her thoughts — and dreams — about him.

Though she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up next to him, Alicia resisted. Whether she’d worked out her physical needs in her half-remembered dreams or simply had more willpower now that she’d rested, Alicia found the strength to slip out of the bed.

Thakkor stirred a little, smiling in his sleep. Alicia tiptoed across the thick canvas floor of the tent to go outside. The trees filtered the morning sunlight, but Alicia could see down the trail to tell that the sun was fully above the horizon. Not especially skilled in determining time, she had no idea what the hour might be. Her rumbling tummy suggested that it was time to break her fast.

A disturbing squawk caused Alicia to turn back to the trail leading out of the stand of trees. The blood drained from her face when she saw a vulture swoop down from the sky. Her eyes dropped to her blouse, still showing the rusty colored stains of spattered blood that she hadn’t been able to completely wash out before they set.

Alicia’s stomach churned again, and not with hunger this time.

The flap of the tent opened behind her, but the sound of Thakkor’s footfalls had subliminally registered in Alicia’s mind, so he didn’t startle her. “You okay?” he asked, seeing the direction of her gaze and the carrion bird.

“I suppose.”

Thakkor put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You did what you had to do. They certainly would have killed us.”

“It still feels wrong — wasteful and sad.” Alicia sighed and shook her head.

“Don’t ever lose that, Alicia. Taking a life should never be a small thing, even when you don’t have a choice.”

Alicia turned toward him, keenly aware of his touch. “Does it make you feel ill?”

“Sometimes. I’ve been attacked by starving highwaymen before, and I had to choke down bile the whole time I was fighting. I knew they were just trying to survive. I did my best to convince them that the cost was too high, but they were too desperate.”

Alicia shuddered, prompting Thakkor to wrap his arm around her in comfort. The reason for her shudder changed almost immediately. “I feel like we should chase those evil birds away,” she said as another landed.

“I buried them the best I could with nothing but one of their swords to work with. It should be enough to keep the vultures away, if nothing else. The vultures are just doing what comes naturally.” Thakkor cleared his throat and let his arm fall to his side, looking as though he’d just realized where it was. “We should probably get going. Staying here and dwelling on it isn’t good for you.”

Alicia nodded and gave him a slight grin. “There should be enough bread and dried meat for us to break our fast.”

“Then we’ll get moving again. I’ll show you how to wear that sword. From what I saw last night, I’m going to feel a lot safer if you have it where you can get hold of it in a hurry. Someone teaching you?”

Alicia pulled back the flap of the tent, her smile widening from his praise. “Trell — Baroness Gwendoline’s Master of the Guard. He’s taught me to defend my person ever since my Father sent me to the court on my tenth birthday.”

“He’s a damn good teacher. I’ve fought beside greenhorns that were earning a living with their blade and didn’t have half your ability,” Thakkor said as he followed Alicia into the tent.

“You exaggerate,” Alicia scoffed.

“Nope, you handled yourself well in that fight. You don’t look the type, either. That’s probably as dangerous as your blade.”

Her cheeks warming, Alicia said, “Thank you,” and opened the pantry cabinet to retrieve what would pass for breakfast.

A short while later, Alicia returned the magical tent to its tiny traveling form while Thakkor put out the fire. After breaking camp, Alicia belted on her acquired sword.

“Walk around a bit,” Thakkor suggested.

Alicia’s brow furrowed as she walked. “I’m afraid it may drive me mad, bumping off of me with every step.”

“You’ll get used to it before you know it. Try guiding it with your hand on the pommel for a while.”

Alicia followed the suggestion and found it did keep the sword from slapping against her thigh.

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“Yes, let us go.”

Thakkor led the way, pointedly taking a much narrower, winding trail out the opposite side of the woodlet to avoid the scene of the previous night’s battle. As Alicia stepped from the shadowed canopy of the trees, the true vastness of the plains dawned upon her.

The grasslands had looked endless to Alicia in the moonlit night. With the full light of the summer sun shining down, she felt as though she was on another world. Only the occasional hill or stand of trees broke the endless sea of swaying grasses. No matter which way she looked, the same scene greeted her.

Alicia’s fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword when something huge, hairy, and dangerous looking crested a small rise in the distance. “What is that?” she asked, nudging Thakkor.

“Buffalo. They’re nothing to worry about as long as we don’t do anything stupid like get in its way or torment it.”

Alicia let her fingers relax and followed the buffalo with her eyes as she walked at Thakkor’s side. With his reassurance that the animal wasn’t a bloodthirsty monster, she decided that it was beautiful and majestic. “I have the finest education available, but I feel as though I know nothing out here.”

Thakkor looked over, his smile making Alicia feel as though she would melt. “Learning’s something you just keep doing. I could show you how to find food, water, and shelter out here as we walk, if you’d like. It will help pass the time.”

“I would like that very much,” Alicia responded, her face once more adorned with a smile so wide that she felt strain in her cheeks.

Alicia’s education began immediately, with Thakkor pointing out a shrub decorated with pale, papery-looking husks. “That’s a ground cherry. Not bad eating, and the fruit inside those husks has quite a bit of water in it too.” Thakkor plucked one of the fruits and brought it to Alicia.

After a brief examination of the grape-sized yellow fruit, Alicia popped it in her mouth. “It’s a little like a tomato with a bit of a pineapple taste.”

“Pineapple?” Thakkor asked.

“It’s a tropical fruit about the size of one of the canteens you’re carrying. They look somewhat similar to pine cones.”

“Looks like I’m going to get a bit of an education, too,” Thakkor observed with a chuckle while looking deeply into Alicia’s eyes. Intent upon Alicia, he managed to tangle his boot in the foliage underfoot and had to hop on one foot to avoid crashing unceremoniously to the ground.

The pair shared a laugh and continued on their way.

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Alicia patted her tummy, sighed, and leaned back against the maple tree behind her. The sound of the small river that sustained this oasis of the plains gurgling combined with her full tummy to make her eyes heavy. “That was wonderful.”

“Not too bad.” Thakkor agreed, rubbing an irritating puncture on his left palm. “Can’t say as I recommend wrestling catfish out of the water as opposed to fishing for them, though. Guess I paid enough attention to learn how to do it, though.”

“Why do they call it noodling?”

Thakkor kicked at the pile of earth next to the fire pit he’d dug to cook the fish, burying the small fire to ensure it was well extinguished before he set out with Alicia again. “No idea. I thought that old man was a bit crazy when I saw him doing it. Now that I’ve tried it, I know he was crazy.”

Alicia laughed, the sound carefree and content. Though she was dirty, weary, and far from home, Alicia felt exhilarated and alive.

Thakkor stood up with a grunt to shake and cinch his equipment back into position. “We should probably get moving again. I think that if we keep up this pace, we might just make it to within sight of the edge of the plains by nightfall. That should put us somewhere near the trade routes between the city of Sularan and Freeland. We’ll try to hook up with a caravan again.”

Alicia stood a little reluctantly, wincing as a cockleburr caught in her hair poked her neck. She tried to pull the prickly hitchhiker around to where she could see it, wondering how it had found its way into her hair in the first place, but met with little success.

“Let me get it,” Thakkor offered.

Chills ran up Alicia’s spine as he moved in behind her and gently parted her blonde hair around the burr. Her eyes closed and she had to fight the urge to moan in contentment as he worked the sharp-spined seed from her hair.

“There we go,” Thakkor declared triumphantly, tossing the cockleburr to the bed of pine needles underfoot.

Alicia turned and said, “Thank you,” keenly aware of the closeness of him to her.

“No problem,” he responded, sounding a little distracted as he looked into her eyes. After a few blissful moments, a sharp nod of his head to the north broke the eye contact. alanya escort “We should get going.”

Alicia, on the verge of leaning closer and seeking his lips with her own, covered her embarrassment by turning in the direction Thakkor had nodded and agreeing, “Yes, of course.” She closed one eye and winced a little at the edge of snippiness in her voice, evidence of her irritation with the interruption of the moment.

Only a few minutes away from the spot where they’d stopped to eat, Alicia heard a guttural voice. More sounds followed, punctuated by the sound of Thakkor’s sword hissing free of its scabbard. Her senses suddenly focused, Alicia smelled something awful on the breeze. The odor conjured up images of sweaty men wallowing in a garbage heap within Alicia’s mind.

“Goblins,” Thakkor whispered to her. “The sound’s coming from over there. If we just keep going, we can try to get past them without getting noticed.”

A pain-filled cry, suddenly silenced, changed that plan immediately.

“Son of a…” Thakkor cursed. “Alicia, I can’t just…”

Alicia drew her sword. “Neither can I. Someone is in trouble.”

“Stay alert and stay close.”

Alicia followed Thakkor’s lead, her eyes roving the trees around her while she remained aware of where she placed her feet. The harsh sound of goblin voices grew steadily louder as the pair negotiated the maze of maple, pawpaw, and undergrowth. When he bent his knees to edge forward in a crouch, Alicia mimicked him and paused to avoid running into him.

Alicia’s heart thundered in her chest as Thakkor gestured for her to move forward. He pointed through the undergrowth of saplings and bushes ahead to ask, “Can you see them?”

“Yes,” Alicia whispered back, seeing two of the greenish-skinned monsters kicking something lying unseen on the ground.

“Just to the left of the bush. We’ll charge through there. I’ll take the one on the left. It looks like they just have clubs, but be careful.”

Thakkor’s unspoken confidence in her ability to handle the other goblin added a swelling of pride to the mixture of anxious energy and fear roiling within Alicia.

Alicia slowly stood back up straight as Thakkor did so, alive with nervous energy. Thakkor mouthed, on three, and then raised one finger. A second, and finally a third finger popped up. With that, the pair burst through the branches and leaves with blades bared.

Alicia instantly knew they were in trouble. In addition to the two goblins they’d observed, three more stood off to the left, and two held a struggling woman on the right. One of the goblins tore open the woman’s dress at the neckline, baring her body just as it and its fellows noticed the intruders.

Alicia’s eyes hardened with anger. The lust of goblins for human and elven women was well known, and the actions of the monsters left little room for doubt that these planned to live up to their reputation.

Alicia slashed the goblin on the right before it could raise its club, tearing through filth-encrusted cloth, skin, and muscle. The goblin’s club fell to the ground as the creature gripped the belly wound. While the monster tried to push the entrails boiling from the wound back inside where they belonged, Alicia stabbed it in the throat.

At her side, Thakkor’s powerful slash nearly decapitated the other goblin, allowing him to turn on the other three goblins charging into the fray from his side.

The goblin that had torn open the dark-haired woman’s clothing turned toward Alicia with lust and hatred in its eyes, while the other maintained its grip on the prize. The goblin led with a rusty knife, moving with awful purpose toward Alicia.

A gurgling scream accompanied Thakkor’s next stab, taking the nearest goblin in the chest. The remaining goblins held back, wise enough to look for an opportunity instead of blindly attacking.

The would-be monstrous rapist sprang toward Alicia, knife held high and yellow claws splayed wide as it reached for Alicia’s blouse. The goblin barely managed to arrest its momentum and spin out of the way when Alicia responded with a diagonal slash aimed at the creature’s weapon. Her sword bit into the monster’s arm, drawing an angry line of blood.

The goblin screamed in pain and anger, lashing out with its claws. Alicia stepped back, but the monster managed to tear her blouse and dig into the smooth flesh of her abdomen below. The instinctive reaction left the monster off balance, and Alicia’s answering stab caught the goblin in the side, digging in deep.

With little skill and even less cooperative nature, the two goblins facing Thakkor soon made a mistake. The second he saw the opportunity, Thakkor exploited it. He darted forward, easily defeating a clumsy swing of the sickle the monster had appropriated for a weapon. His following stab impaled the goblin, penetrating far deeper than Thakkor had expected. The other goblin charged in, wielding a woodsman’s axe.

Thakkor’s manavgat escort muscles bulged as he utilized the goblin encumbering his sword as a weapon. With a loud growl of effort, he lifted his sword and twisted his body, sending the nearly-dead goblin hurtling toward the other.

The monsters collapsed into a heap, and the bottom creature managed to extradite itself just in time to see Thakkor’s sword come down.

Thakkor spun to see Alicia turn from her dying opponent toward the goblin holding the woman. He charged to Alicia’s side and hissed, “Shit,” under his breath when the goblin put a knife to its raven-haired captive’s throat.

The goblin barked orders in its awful language, pulling back on the woman’s hair to bare her throat to its blade. The monster pulled the wide-eyed woman backwards as it continued to hiss and growl commands.

Thakkor circled toward the creature’s right, at a loss for what to do. With the pitted blade of the goblin’s hunting knife right against the woman’s throat, he dared not attack. He knew all too well that the monster probably planned to slash the woman as a distraction and run for its life, though.

Alicia faced the same conundrum, but a solution occurred to her in a flash of inspiration. Opening her mind to the dagger sheathed at her thigh, she called upon the magic housed there.

The goblin didn’t even have time to react to the blue-white bolt of magic streaking through Alicia’s skirt into its hand. Nerveless fingers dropped the knife, and a powerful hand fisted in its matted hair. Thakkor’s muscled chest filled its vision, and then the goblin was flying backwards.

The goblin slammed into a tree, cracked its head, and stumbled. When the monster fell, it landed across a large, downed branch. Twin cracks from the branch and the creature’s back rang out.

The branch proved the stronger.

With the goblin draped over the branch and certainly dead, Thakkor spun to Alicia and said, “Help her.” The red-skinned plainswoman had fallen to her knees, nursing scratches on her back that the goblin had inflicted while trying to prevent its unwelcome flight into the tree.

He then jogged toward the plainsman on the ground. The man was badly bruised and cut, his breathing shallow, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The wounds were serious, and Thakkor wasn’t confident that the downed man would survive.

A frightened cry in an unfamiliar language caused Thakkor to glance back toward Alicia and the plainswoman. Alicia was attempting to pull the other woman’s doeskin dress back up over her breasts, but the woman lurched away to scramble toward Thakkor, calling out what he assumed was a name.

Alicia hurried to follow, and couldn’t miss the look of concern on Thakkor’s face. The plainswoman knelt next to the man, examining his wounds and calling out to him.

“Is he…?” Alicia asked.

“It’s not good,” Thakkor answered, his tone grave.

The raven-haired woman let out a wail as her eyes welled up with tears, obviously having the same opinion of the downed man’s condition.

Alicia’s eyes widened as she remembered something from the wizard’s bag. Dropping her bloodstained sword, she tore open the bag and rummaged around for a green silk pouch within. When she found it, she pulled it free and opened the bag to reveal the vial within.

“Thakkor, can you sit him up?”

“What is it?” Thakkor asked, seeing the vial.

“A healing potion. If we can make him drink, it might save him.”

Thakkor nodded and knelt down on the carpet of forest detritus next to the two plains natives. The woman looked at him with a combination of alarm and anger, moving to hover protectively over her barely breathing man.

Alicia hurried to kneel down next to the woman, holding out the vial. “Please, I don’t know if you can understand me, but this is magic. It can help. Please let us help him.”

Thakkor closed his eyes and tried to remember a word that one of the plainsmen had said to him a few years back. Thinking he had it, he sounded out, “Nuh-woe-tee,” and pointed at the vial Alicia held, praying that he’d said something close enough to medicine in the woman’s language for her to understand.

The woman hesitated, but then sat back and gestured, speaking quickly in her own tongue. Thakkor took that for permission and moved in behind the unconscious plainsman to lift him into a seated position.

Alicia brought the vial to the man’s parted lips and tipped it back. She let just a drop wash over his tongue at first, concerned about choking him. When his lips quivered, she added a second drop.

Though she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, she thought the plainsman’s breathing seemed stronger. Encouraged, she poured just a bit more of the potion into his open mouth. When he swallowed, she tipped the vial more.

Shortly thereafter, the effects were unmistakable. The plainsman’s bruises faded and his breathing regulated. Behind his closed eyelids, his eyes twitched. Alicia emptied the vial and sat back, offering a silent prayer to the gods.

The red-skinned man’s lips moved, though Alicia couldn’t hear any words. The other woman either did hear, or simply understood what he had attempted to say, because she let out a cry of relief and leaned in close to say what Alicia assumed was his name again.

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I had been self-conscious about my penis size and had no sex life to speak of. I was desperate and determined to become at least average size. I had tried everything from herbal remedies to those pumps that stretch your little guy to the point of popping. There were some results but not nearly what I had expected.

Out of desperation, I checked out options for surgery. The warnings on the internet were horrifying and the cost was outrageous yet after months of deliberating I decided have the surgery.

I submitted a request for the time off from my job for the duration that that the doctor advised. My boss never read why and signed the papers signed must have sensed the urgency in my request.

”Don’t worry, we will be here when you get back,” she said before I left the office.

When I placed the time off authorization on the personnel desk, I was shocked. I had left the brochure describing the surgery in detail and the date of the surgery mixed in with the time off request forms. My boss had seen them and made sure to place them discretely inside the other papers so they were just visible enough for me to see them. I also noticed that she had granted me more time off than I had requested. I must have had the papers together when I left for work. I discretely removed the articles and placed the rest on the desk. My boss had been aware the whole time and that I had lied but she granted me the time off. Before I could think of a reason, the secretary took the papers.

My heart raced as I left the building. My boss knew about the surgery. I got in my car and heard the notification on my phone that a new text message was in. It was my boss. She made it very clear that if I needed more time that all I had to do was ask. I responded nervously with a simple, “I am sorry for the lie and Thanks.” I must be going crazy to have been so sloppy I thought to myself.

She replied, “No harm done and this will be our little or big secret.”

The hospital was located in Seattle Washington and was considered the best for this type of surgery. I felt anxious as the plane took off. The tissue samples had been sent months ago and all the arrangements were made in advance for the surgery. No turning back now. I thought with a nervous sigh.

The taxi pulled up to a tall glass building. When the taxi pulled away, I stood at the entrance for a long moment thinking about what I was going to have done. I walked to the front desk and asked myself if I was willing to risk all my manhood for this? Mr. Willie seemed to think so when a very sexy young woman stood up from behind the desk greeted me. She was dressed in a short black business skirt with jet-black stockings, low cut button down top and high heels. She handed me a few sheets of paper with a flirting smile and pointed to the elevators. “You need to go to the third floor. Your doctor will be Dr. Simons,” she said kindly and walked away shifting her hips like a five speed transmission.

They sure know how to convince a guy I thought as I made my way to the elevators. That was the longest elevator ride ever in my life.

The nurse took the papers and led me to the pre-op room. I didn’t have to wait long before another nurse led me to the exam room and performed the general physical. She instructed me to change into a gown and place my personals in the lock box. She explained that the Dr. Simons would meet with me very soon and then shut the door. I felt so vulnerable in the gown as it had no bottom. It was more like a thin bathrobe. A nurse took me to the operating room and we waited together for the surgeon.

“Hellow, I am Dr. Simons. I will be your surgeon. Let us see what we have to work with shall we?” he said while the nurse helped me on to the operating table.

The nurse wrote down the measurements that the doctor read out loud. I felt my balls ache when he held them back to measure every possible part of my anatomy. My penis shrunk when he stretched it over the cold ruler. Simons drew some lines on my pelvis and under my scrotum. He made some marks near my navel.

“It looks like we will be able to work out all the details you requested in your application. We have successfully grown everything we needed to complete the process from the tissue samples we received. We will need to perform two surgeries. The first will be to prepare your body for the extra tissue and organic transplant. The second surgery will to build the medium for the nerves to connect. You will not only look good but fell everything as well. The medicine you have been taking has prepared your body for a rapid nerve regeneration. Your full recovery should only be about four months,” he explained.

“That’s sounds like a long surgery,” I hesitated.

“It is necessary to be sure to get every detail correct. We will be doing very delicate connections. The medication you have been taking ensures that the nerve endings will regenerate quite quickly provided the connections are done correctly,” he assured me.

“You’re the doc so I guess bahçelievler escort we can get on with it,” I said nervously.

They started an intravenous anesthetic. I was soon out.

I woke up slowly feeling dizzy. At first, I was unsure where I was. There were instruments wired to my left wrist and another intravenous in my right wrist. It slowly came back to me where I was. Was this the first surgery? I thought not sure why I was unable to move or speak. There was a tube down my throat and a machine was breathing for me. My entire body was numb from my neck down. A curtain was drawn across my chest and I could not see anything.

What the hell went wrong? I thought in a panic. I heard my heart beating in my ears. I managed to turn my head and gasped in faint cry for help. The room became very busy in just moments. A nurse advised me that I would be put unconscious for a moment so they could take the breathing tube out. I nodded my aching head and was again sedated.

I woke up again to a much quieter room this time. I was able to look around the small room. The only lights in the room were reflections from the blinking led display on the pulse monitor. There was still an intravenous in my right wrist and a pulse monitor on my finger. My throat burned and felt the feeding tube was still in place. I was able to move some but my head was still spinning.

Though very dizzy, I managed to sit up slightly. The blankets felt warm and heavy. I was relieved to be able to feel anything. Aside from a sore throat and headache, I felt no other pain. Was this it? Am I recovered now? I thought to myself.

I did feel different, much different. I felt a new sensation that was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt like a cramp inside my pelvis. It wasn’t a strong pain nor was it a pain at all. It was like a tightness deep inside my groin. That is when I realized that something was not right.

Though my head was spinning, I tried to reach the remote to raise my bed forward. My right arm brushed against a large firm breast. Shocked and horrified I sat up and pulled the top of my gown off. I stared down in terror to find a pair of breasts with dark puffy areolas and nipples the size of lima beans. All I could do was stare at them rising and falling with every quick breath. I cupped each breast and pulled them upward with trembling hands. What did they do to me? How did this happen? I thought.

I was deep in thought. I felt every inch of each breast in disbelief wile my hands explored from the top of my chest to the underside to my very sensitive nipples. In moments, a powerful desire began to grow from deep inside my body when I brushed my fingers over my nipples. I squeezed and pinched them between my fingers. My entire body tingled with arousal. I felt a new sense of pleasure spread all over my body.

What was happening? I asked myself as my hands peeled off the heavy blankets. I reached down and to my amazement, I found a nine inch penis throbbing and pulsating with each beat of my heart. My hands caressed my body up to the underside of my breasts and over my nipples and felt a strong erotic flutter from deep within my groin. ‘No way!’ I thought to myself. Without hesitation, I reached behind the base of my massive cock and found the hot and wet labia. I spread them and found the tight entrance to my vagina.

I should have been in shock and panicking out of my mind but instead I was overcome with the insatiable desire known only by woman. I no longer feared what had happened to my body. My focus at that moment was how I was going to fill my pussy. When I penetrated the entrance of my heat with two fingers, a long moan escaped my mouth. I felt so hot and tight inside. That was the first time I heard my voice. It was the voice of a woman overcome with ecstasy. Each penetration was accompanied by a strong pulsating sensation that started from my labia and shot to the tip of my bulging cock head. The tip of my penis throbbed and felt like it was going to explode. Even with the catheter in place precum oozed down my long shaft. My right hand rapped my pussy while my left fondled my tender breasts.

My mind went numb with pleasure when the first of many strong orgasms surged through my body. The orgasms built up in intensity until a shock wave of pleasure like no other orgasm ever experienced by a male. Only a woman’s body can experience the true potential of a whole body orgasm. I could barely breathe when the convulsions started. Bolts of pleasure shot through my body. My nipples felt like hot coals. Before I arched stiffly backwards, I experienced a simultaneous release of every sensual part of my body. The orgasms forced my penis and vagina to ejaculate. The sounds of my vagina contracting reminded me of wet feed on a shower floor. I lay on my back and trembled. I felt hot cum run down my penis and cum sprayed out of my vagina on the insides of my thighs.

The rapid motions made the pulse monitor bağcılar escort fall off. In a few moments, the room was filled with nurses and eventually Dr. Simons came in. The found the writhing body of a woman with a nine-inch penis that was recovering from orgasmic trauma. They covered my nude cum soaked body with blankets and the feeding tube was removed. When they removed the catheter from my pulsating cock it instantly stimulated another strong orgasm. I ejaculated from my penis and vagina again. I laid on the bed panting and out of breath. I managed a weak babbling that asked, “What the hell was that?”

“No more wires and no more monitors. Dr. Simons pulled a chair closer to my bed and asked me how I was feeling.”

“I take it that the surgery was successful but what the hell did you do to me?” I asked when I pulled the blankets above my waist. My penis still oozing ejaculate.

“It is quite obvious that you did not request this procedure. I can only explain why this happened. The procedure was entered wrong in the system to begin with. The charts were set up for two procedures while the process was scheduled to perform gender enhancement instead of organ enhancement. You were supposed to get your penis enlarged and instead you were given the gender enhancement. All went to hell immediately after we did the endocrine and organ implants. If the process was reversed it would have killed you. We had to induce coma for three months. You came to every so often the shock sent your heart into afib so we induced the coma again to keep your body from rejecting the implants. You would have died otherwise,” Simons explained in detail.

“So there is no return, not that I want to? I am to spend the rest of my life as a five foot nine woman with a nine inch penis,” I said with a sarcastic tone. I was still not used to my new feminine voice.

“A very attractive woman with thirty-four DD breasts, a complete and fully developed woman’s reproductive system and not to mention all the hormones to maintain two separate endocrine systems. I am afraid there is no going back. We are so sorry for the mistake. The procedure obviously will be no charge and you will be compensated financially for the rest of your life for this mistake. I can say for sure you are very fortunate to be here.

Most enhancements require long durations of therapy and rehabilitation not to mention hormone supplements. You on the other hand will never need hormone supplements. Your new endocrine system functions perfectly. You’re originally started out with a lower testosterone level to begin with hence your underdeveloped penis size. The new hybridized hormones took over. These hormones have helped your healing internally as well as externally.

He took my hands and pulled me up to my feet. He moved out of the way so I could get a full view. I unbuttoned my gown and let it fall to the floor. I was amazed at the reflection staring back at me. In my mind, there should have been a thirty-four year old male with a big penis. There stood in front of me an attractive woman with large breasts with puffy nipples that also had a penis, which had started to get hard by what I was seeing.

My body was quite feminine for not starting out as a female. My arms took on a more feminine shape as well as my legs. My thighs had become fleshier. My hips had become wider through a process called skeletal augmentation.

My penis stuck out stiff and long. I pulled it up and turned my body. I saw for the first time the dark fleshy lips of my pussy. I watched my hands caress my body. It was like watching someone else make love to myself. I watched myself caress my own body. The idea of exploring my new body sent shivers through my entire body. I was as horny as hell. I wanted to fuck myself so hard. My breathing became heavy and my nipples became erect. If it were not for Dr. Simons standing there, I would have rubbed one out.

“You can experience the pleasures of both sexes. You can experience the orgasms of a woman and ejaculate like a man. We confirmed the hormone levels are in check after you had your first period.”

“Wait a minute Doc, I had a period? I mean a real bloody period? Can I get pregnant?” I asked nervously.

“Yes, you have had a period about two weeks ago. You can’t get pregnant nor can you impregnate other woman. Although you are menstruating fertilization is impossible as your cells are hostile to sperm cells. Your new hyper immune system acts like a spermicide and prevents any chance of procreation or impregnation. You will menstruate regularly and if you stimulate your breasts often enough you can induce lactation,” he explained in depth.

Dr. Simons asked if I would allow him to do one more gynaecological exam before I left. I consented and was assisted by a nurse and placed in an exam chair. My legs were placed in the stirrups and spread far apart and bent nearly to my chest. I felt vulnerable yet horny. I could feel the cold ümraniye escort instrument penetrate my vagina spread my hole wide. I was quite aroused at this point and pre come was oozing from my penis. I could feel Dr. Simons breath blow against my labia. I jumped when the swab touched me deep inside. The tip of the swab penetrated my cervix and caused it to palpitate. My nipples tightened and my penis jolted. I wanted to cum so bad.

Over a few days, I was taught some feminine hygiene and did some classes about menstrual cycles. I was ready to be released. The nurses gave me a set of clothes that fit nicely. I did have a problem with my nipples. They were so puffy they showed through my bra. I had to use thick to hide them. The hospital set up an account through which I was to receive my compensation and I said goodbye. I was relieved to be going home finally.

I was waiting at the airport terminal when I noticed a man sitting across the terminal from me. He was young and well dressed. I could tell by his posture and the look of his arms that he had a muscular build. His hair was dark and short. His shoulders were broad.

I felt my pussy became wet at the thought of his hands stripping off my clothes and his big strong hands fondling my breasts. The thought of his fingers pinching my erect nipples between his fingers just before he thrust his thick long cock deep into my tight hole made me slide my hand under my panties and finger my soaked pussy. I tried to imagine how good his penis would feel when it penetrated my tight vagina. The feel of his strong thrusts in and out of my tight hot cunt would make me cry and purr. To feel our hips slamming together like waves crashing into rocks. Oh how I wanted him to cum inside me to fill me full of his juices and then to slam his cock back in and force his cum deeper into my inner sex. My penis had become erect and was throbbing, wanting to fill a tight hole. I was so aroused that a shrieked out loud.

Thankfully there was enough noise in the terminal to cover my yelp for the most part. There was one woman that smiled at me and winked while she pointed down at her crotch. I took it as a signal to check my own crotch and found that I had wet myself with my own juices.

I caught myself off guard. For the first time I found myself being sexually attracted to a man. Five months ago, the thought of another man’s penis would have made me ill. The reality of what I had become turned on a lust for sex for both genders had become an obsession. I would have fucked that man until he passed out and I still would have rammed his ass to satisfy my long cock. My mind became so obsessed with the possibilities that I nearly missed my flight.

When I stood up, I had to adjust my rock hard penis so it didn’t show under my skirt. The woman on the other end of the terminal must have noticed something different because she walked beside me the entire way through the terminal and kept bumping her ass against my throbbing cock. I noticed that her carry on bag had a book. “Collage Biology New Edition” was written on the book end. Maybe they have something in there like me, I thought as we walked along the narrow corridor. It was all I could do to keep from fucking her right there in the terminal.

We got on the plane and took our seats. The young woman would look over at me once in a while at me. She was very attractive. She could not be more than twenty to twenty two years of age. She was taller than I, with long dark blond hair. Her face had soft lines and her eyes were dark brown. Her breasts were small and perky. Her slim figure made her hips look wider and her legs looked longer. She had a large firm ass. It was impossible for me to not look at her when she turned to look at me.

I needed to use the ladies room and had to walk past the young lady along the way. When I was beside her, I felt her hand caress my left thigh. Without looking at her, I tapped her shoulder. She stood up shortly after I passed her and made her way to the ladies room as well. I went in first and in a moment, she knocked on the door. Before she could knock, again I opened the door and pulled her in with me. Even though it was very cramped, we managed to shut the door.

In less than a minute, we were nude and kissing passionately. Her hands groped my breasts and I fondled her tight ass. My cock was pressed between her tight thighs. Our bodies grew hot and sweaty in the cramped room but we managed to position our bodies so she was able to lower her very tight pussy on my thick long shaft. I could tell that it was her first cock by the look in her eyes. Her vagina was so tight and hot. It felt like it melted over my penis. I looked into her deep brown eyes and saw her excitement growing. I could feel her nipples growing harder against my flesh as my penis penetrated deeper into her pussy. Surprisingly she was able to receive the entire length of my penis.

We kissed some more while she tightened down on my penis. I held back my temptation to thrust inside her heat. It was enough that her vagina was so tight and hot. I felt her orgasm start from deep inside her. Her breaths became shorter. I felt her contracting rhythmically and she bucked like a bitch under her mate. My penis was stabbing her in the cervix. Her cries became gasps. I was on the edge of a strong orgasm but her tightness prevented me from thrusting.

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If BDSM bothers, then I strongly suggest you DON”T read this chapter. When voting, I want to be rated on how well my writing is, how imaginative you think it is and not someone’s personal opinion on a lifestyle many people partake in. We must all realize that we are all different. BDSM is not one person treating another cruelly, but two people agreeing on a certain level of role play that might in some cases be necessary to achieve pleasure. Like your tastes in food: some like it with just salt and pepper, but others like it with lots of HOT sauce. Have a heart people. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you are going to go ahead and take the plunge and please let me know what you think, good or bad. Just no insults please. We are all adults here. LH.

*

Zak regretted walking away from her the minute his left foot touched the dance floor. His arm wrapped protectively around Rowie, his hand resting on her rounded belly as they made their way toward the center stage that was rising next to their VIP pedestal. The central bar was full of patrons, some who were blocking the steps that led up to the stage.

The snarls and growls of the gargoyles rumbled over the loud music being played by the DJ and the aliens immediately parted to let them through. Draco and Oni were to either side of him, the twins holding leading the way in front of Rowie.

“Zak.” A masculine voice called out. “Zak!”

Zak turned his head, a pair of ebony wings catching his attention. The reaper used his enormous wings to work his way through the sea of moving bodies.

Zak recognized Natanael as he drew closer. The once blond reaper had shorn his locks into a Mohawk and dyed it bright fuchsia. Hoops, from tiny to large decorated the shells of his ears, and, just like Remien, another pair pierced his nipples. Natanael’s silver eyes looked earnestly at Zak.

“I need the help of your Angels,” he pleaded once he was right next to Oni.

Zak paused with a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Eriel. He’s been missing for three moon cycles.”

Draco snorted. “That slut? He’s probably gone off with some high born official who’s keeping his ass full of cock.”

Natanael scowled at Draco, his eyes turning completely black.

“Woa, buddy,” Zak blurted putting his hand on the enraged reaper’s shoulder. “Take it easy, okay?”

Natanael blinked a few times before his eyes returned to normal. “Erie would have called me by now. We share the same cruiser and agreed to look out for each other. He never disappears for so long. I fear for my friend.”

“When did you see him last?” Rowie asked.

Natanael sighed. “He had ingested Liquid X.” Natanael’s eyes rose to look past them. Zak turned to see what he looked at and saw one of the dancer’s suspended cages over a VIP area. There was a pretty Fae occupying it now, writhing and undulating her naked body for the Endoreen council members surrounding her.

“They’d enticed him to dance for them. He drew such a crowd that night that we had to get him out. One of the Endoreen women caught his eye and he took off with her.”

“Took off?” Imo questioned.

Natanael opened his wings causing a stir of alarmed gasps from the aliens around them. He stretched them out to their full expanse, making Zak grimace. He hated when they did that. Even with his crazy fuchsia Mohawk, the death angel looked terrifyingly beautiful. Natanael pointed up. “He flew away with her into the night. I haven’t seen him or the woman since.”

“Iusi snickered. “Woman?”

Imo elbowed him with a frown.

Natanael frowned at the insolent boy. “Eriel likes women as well as men, you little snot-nosed brat.”

“All right,” Zak snapped when the twins snarled. “Everybody just calm the fuck down. Look, Natanael, this is something you should personally tell Devon. If anyone can figure out what to do and where to start, it would be my commander.”

Natanael shoved Oni out of the way and hugged both Zak and Rowie despite the threatening growls of the gargoyles. “Oh thank you,” he sighed.

Zak hesitantly patted the reaper’s feathered wings. “No sweat, man. We’ll help you. Go talk to Dev. He’s just back there.”

***

Remi settled Alluna between Seth and himself.

“I can’t believe Zak let the likes of you watch her,” Seth murmured with a frown in Remi’s direction.

Alluna stiffened. She hoped they weren’t going to fight.

Remi grinned at the weretigre with a shrug. “At least with me she won’t be bored to death.”

Seth grunted, gripped the glass he held and downed the liquid in one gulp. He pushed the glass out and it was quickly replaced with another full glass.

“Fuck, Seth. How many have you had?”

“Not enough,” he mumbled again.

Alluna pouted, feeling her heart tighten. Poor man seemed so tormented. She clenched her fists in her lap, fighting the urge to touch and soothe him.

Remi leaned over, placing his forearms on the glossy, grey stone bar top. “Did you see who’s over to your right?”

Seth zonguldak escort stiffened. “Don’t care.”

Alluna look out over the crowd of dancing aliens wondering whom Remi meant.

There were so many beings slithering and sliding against one another, A pretty Chidadent female with a head full of braids, three Gruesh girls undulating against a silver-haired Merulian, a dark-skinned Fae with bright pink hair and pale blue gossamer wings.

“Aw, come-on, Seth,” Remi cajoled. “At least go out and dance with her. What better opportunity to be able to slide up behind her and show her what you got, man.” Remi’s chuckle was pure evil, making Alluna blush.

Seth grabbed his glass of liquor, swallowed it in one gulp and then slammed it with a snarl on the bar. Alluna jumped and backed away until she felt Remi’s chest against her back. Seth’s pale blue eyes stared daggers at Remi. “Fuck off, Fyre.”

Remi’s arm went around Alluna’s shoulders. “Hey, asshole. What kind of fucking language is that to use in front of little Luna here.”

Seth slid off his stool without another word and stalked away.

“He’s such an idiot. After all the trouble I went through to hook him up with that pretty red-haired reaper.”

Remi waved at someone in the crowd. Alluna turned to see and gasped when she saw a breathtaking girl with silvery grey eyes and coppery hair waving back. She spun in a circle, her black wings spread out a little behind her to maintain her balance. A reaper.

“She is a riot. Old sour puss can certainly use someone like that to cheer up his sorry ass.” Remi sighed, shaking his head and then turned back to look at Anniel. His eyes narrowed. “She’s going to be easier to hook up. Annie’s pure sweetness. I already have the perfect match for her too.”

Alluna’s heart sped up, the prospect of seeing Anniel happily mated making her smile. “Who?”

Remi’s grin widened as he lifted his hand and pointed. “The big bastard leaning against the column over there.”

Alluna looked to where he pointed. Her smile vanished from her face as she gaped at the man Remi intended to hook up Anniel with.

He towered above everyone around him. Alluna noticed everyone gave him a wide berth. Who wouldn’t? The reaper exuded raw power. His hair was long, dark, his eyes like steel, and his skin sun-kissed bronze. One unfortunate Chidadent bumped into him and the imposing male straightened, black wings spreading out behind him threateningly. The Chidadent cowered a moment before he ran away.

“Oh, Remi, no. Not that one,” Alluna exclaimed in alarm.

Remi only grinned. “Why not? You gotta admit, he’s a handsome dude. And talk about presence.” Remi barked out a laugh. “I do believe that Chid pissed his pants.” He nodded decisively. “Yeah. We can definitely use that son-of-a-bitch on our team.”

“But he’s so scary looking,” Alluna argued.

“Nah, he’ll grow on you, Luna. Come-on.” He gripped her arms and hauled her out of the stool. “I’ve got an idea.”

Somehow, his words caused a great deal of unease in her.

Remi leaned over the bar and spoke to the lizard-like female there in a hissing language she didn’t understand.

The lizard-girl handed him two glasses and five tubes of a red glowing liquid. Alluna was aware that all of the bartenders were now watching Remien with dread on their faces.

Alluna gulped. “What are you going to do with that?”

Remi poured one tube in the left glass and the other four in the right. A murmur of alarm broke out behind the bar. Remi only snickered.

“Let me have a Black Wrquild.”

The lizard-girl handed him a pretty, purplish-black bloom. He tucked it into the left glass and took them both, holding his elbow out for Alluna to take. “Stay close to me, Luna.”

They made their way through the writhing mass of beings until they approached the tall, dark angel.

His attention was riveted to something behind them and Alluna turned in curiosity. Her eyes widened when she realized that the tall reaper was staring at Anniel.

She turned surprised eyes to Remien.

“Told you I know what I’m doing,” he murmured under his breath. “When we get close, look at his crotch, and tell me that bastard isn’t interested in our girl.”

When they were a few paces away, the reaper noticed them and straightened with a frown. He crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his bare arms bunching up bigger than Zak’s. He was huge. Alluna faltered in her steps, wanting to flee the other way. Remi definitely had a death wish. Remembering what Remi had said, Alluna let her gaze drop to the front of the reapers black pants. Sure enough, the outline of the death angel’s cock strained against the laces of his pants.

“Hi. Ashriel, right?”

The reapers eyes narrowed, his eyes going over Remi before looking at her as well.

His eyes softened when he looked down at her, but iced over when they looked back up at Remi.

“Remien Fyre,” the reaper’s deep voice rumbled.

Alluna’s knees began bursa escort to shake regardless of the fact that the giant death angel hadn’t looked at her with animosity.

“Anniel is dying to invite you over for a drink, but she’s a bit shy.”

Alluna’s eyes went round at Remi’s outright lie. The reaper’s eyes also gaped, darting to where Anniel sat before narrowing to look at Remi suspiciously. He shot Alluna a hard glare and she just grinned hoping he didn’t strike them dead.

Ashriel snarled at Remien.

Uh-oh.

“Look, I’m just trying to do her a favor, man. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

Ashriel looked back at Anniel. Alluna saw clearly the look of longing in his eyes and for a brief moment, felt sorry for him.

Ashriel shook his head.

“No?” Remi scoffed incredulously. “You’re going to turn her down?”

Ashriel took a deep breath through his lips. “I’m here on official business. I cannot consort with… I shouldn’t…” He stiffened and frowned at Remien. “I am a high priest.”

Remien nodded. “I get you, Ash. It’s okay.” He shrugged. “At least don’t turn down the female’s drink. That would be totally rude, man.”

Remi pushed the glass into Ashriel’s hand.

“B-but I don’t… I’m not used to…” Ashriel stammered.

“Aw, come-on, Ash. Seriously? No sex, no drinking? No wonder you’re always frowning, man. Live it up a little. Even Ama drinks.”

Ashriel scowled and took the drink from Remi’s hand.

He stared at it unsure.

“Just remember, dude,” Remi said gripping Alluna’s arm to walk away. “She’s watching what you do with that drink. If you take forever to sip it down, it’s like an invitation for her to come down here and flirt with you.”

Alluna’s brows rose and she darted a glance back at the big reaper.

His mouth was still in a little O of frustration, looking from the drink in his hand to Anniel.

Remien practically ran to Anniel, dragging a stumbling Alluna behind him.

“Annie,” he blurted, slamming the glass of red liquid in front of her. “Ashriel sends you this. He wants to talk with you.”

Anniel looked behind them and gasped. “Remien Fyre, what are you up to?”

Remi pouted. “Me? I’m only bringing you this drink he told me to give you. He’s a little shy, Annie. Give the guy a break. Go talk to him.”

Anniel scowled at Remi. “I am not going to talk to that Seraphian reaper. You know better than to ask me—”

“Hey, I’m only the messenger. Don’t shoot me. If I were you, I’d drink whatever it is he sent you, give him a smile and a wave, and turn away before he get s the nerve to sashay his feathered ass up here.”

Alluna winced. “They have feathers on their—”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Luna.” Anniel rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to Remi. He’s just being a smart-ass.”

Remi leaned over and planted a big kiss on her mouth, grinning the whole time. “Gotta go, gorgeous. Zak and Row are going to start onstage. Luna and I don’t want to miss a thing.”

He yanked her behind him. “Hurry up, princess. The shit is about to hit the turbines.”

Alluna groaned with dread. Remien Fyre was one naughty angel.

***

The feel of a power guitar in his hands made him feel good. Bodies pressed against each other around the stage as it rose a little higher. Imo was pressing the micro- dots on Rowie’s face and giving the sound tech a thumbs up.

Screams of glee went around the cavernous interior. One Gruesh girl standing on the dance floor in front of Zak opened her dress to show him her four blue breasts. She bounced up and down screaming “Zak Wilder, I love you.”

A chorus of screams repeated the girl’s words, making him grin as he fine tuned his power guitar. There was a time when those shouts of professed love had filled him with excitement, but now all he needed was Alluna’s love.

His eyes searched her out. He frowned when he didn’t see her in their VIP area and scanned around the area before him for her.

Rem, where the fuck are you? Where’s Luna?

“Where’re right here, Sasquatch,” Remi yelled. Zak looked a little over to his right and saw them standing in front of Rowie. Amaranth stood next to Remi, waving at Zak too.

Zak laughed, handed his power guitar to a stage tech and removed his coat. Playing always made him work up a sweat. Last he thing he wanted was to pass out from a heat stroke.

The screams rose in intensity when he bared himself. He looked at Alluna and winked at her. She looked a bit overwhelmed with the commotion.

The lights dimmed and a red-haired vampire appeared on stage.

“Patrons of Haddasha, as you requested, we present to you… Midnight Rose and Draconius Imorteus.”

The roar of applause was staggering. For a long moment, they were unable to begin, but Imo strode to center stage and began to play. Zak walked over to him followed by Iusi. The three stood center stage, their fingers flying over the laser strings on the power guitars, the music rising ever louder until, with malatya escort a crash of Morte’s cymbals, they began to rock the entire castle with their powerful riff.

Goose bumps rose on Zak’s body as he saw arms and tentacles in the air, keeping time with the driving rhythm.

Rowie began to sing, her voice echoing in the castle to further give Zak the chills.

The three guitarists and the Oni, who played bass, flanked either side of Rowie, tossing their heads to the beat as she belted out the powerful words to the song.

Zak felt himself grow aroused. Playing onstage always did that to him. He bent back, tossing his hair, twisting to the side, letting the music posses him. Something bumped his legs and he opened his eyes to see Imo almost crouched over him.

The boys fangs were completely out, his grin almost a sneer.

Zak bared his own fangs and straightened until his face was inches from Imo’s.

They were playing the same riff and Zak decided to switch it up a bit.

The guitars wailed in harmony causing the aliens in the castle to go into an ecstatic frenzy.

Another body pressed up behind him. Zak glanced back to see Iusi. They’d sandwiched him and were now bowing back the way they always did when they played, their bodies defying gravity as their heads almost touched the floor.

Zak shook his head from side to side, knowing his hair arched around him like a golden veil.

Their audience loved it. Rowie’s body swayed and undulated, her voice mesmerizing. People tried to touch her, but she kept a safe distance from the edge of the stage.

Zak noticed Alluna dancing with Remi and Amaranth. In their VIP area, Devon and Angel also moved together to the powerfully sensual song.

Zak approached the area where Alluna danced. Beings rushed there to try to grab at him, pushing Alluna back.

Disappointment washed over Zak. He’d wanted to kiss her… Show everyone she was his… and he was hers.

Amaranth opened her wings, gripping Alluna’s waist and moved through the mass of bodies until Luna was right at the edge of the stage, staring up at Zak with wide eyes.

He laughed, dropped to his knees and played for her a few minutes before leaning over and taking her mouth.

His cock grew harder at the taste of her. More than anything, he longed to toss the power guitar aside, throw his female over his shoulder, take her home, and fuck her through the mattress.

Mine.

***

Zak’s hair brushed against her cheeks as his tongue completely dominated her mouth. Her head spun, and if it weren’t for the red-haired reaper hold her waist behind Alluna, she would have fallen to the floor in a swoon.

Out of all the people onstage, Zak’s presence could not be denied. He was like a god amongst mere mortals.

She missed his taste when he finally stood and backed away. Alluna didn’t miss the looks of hatred and envy cast her way from those surrounding her. Amaranth backed away from the edge of the stage with Alluna.

“It’s getting too hot for me here… Alluna, right?”

Alluna turned to the girl with a smile. “Yes. My name is Alluna.”

“I’m Amaranth, but Remien has nicknamed me Ama.” She grinned and then separated her wings form her back a little. Her smile wavered. “I’m about to pass out from the heat. Drawback in have these babies.” She wiggled her wings for emphasis. “Let’s go back with Dev and Angie.”

“What about Remi?”

Alluna turned to search for him.

Ama snorted. “He’s glued to the edge of that stage until his woman finishes. Don’t worry. He’ll be able to see you in the VIP. It’s clearly visible from every angle in the castle.”

Alluna followed Amaranth, but just as they reached the edge of the Alpha Angels VIP, Seth stepped right in front of Ama, blocking her path.

Alluna frowned, noting he was a bit unsteady on his feet.

“Amaranth,” he said staring into the girl’s eyes.

She reared back. “Are you drunk?”

Seth scowled. “I’ve been drinking, but I’m hardly drunk,” he snapped.

“Well you’re off to a good start,” she retorted. Amaranth made to brush past him but he gripped her arms and hauled her against him, making Alluna gasp.

“How easily you’ve forgotten me.”

Amaranth made an enraged sound and tried to shake his hands off her arms. “I’m certainly trying. Leave me be, Seth. Look at your aura. You’ve fucked half the galaxy.”

Seth bared his teeth. “Why should you care? You don’t want me, remember?”

Amaranth did something that surprised Alluna. The girl fisted Seth’s newly grown locks and slammed her mouth over his in a hungry kiss.

Her wings spread out, making Alluna jump back and tip toe away.

Apparently those two had personal issues to resolve.

Alluna turned and walked tight into a solid wall of muscle and sinew.

She looked up, her mouth open into a pair of dark brown eyes.

“Well, hello, princess Alluna.”

***

Zak was panting by the time he was done. He started out overjoyed about being back on stage, but after kissing Alluna, a hunger for her had awoken in him so strong it was almost painful.

His hands shook as he handed the stage tech the borrowed power guitar. When he boys from Draconius came to pat him on the back, he smiled half-heartedly and made his way quickly to the stairs leading down to the dance floor.

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Layne’s eyes slowly cracked open to golden sunbeams creeping through the holes in the barn. While her mind began to wake, she looked herself over. As her eyes worked from her feet upwards, she decided she needed to bathe rather soon…her bush was matted with dried juices from the events of…oh gods! The night before!

Her mind was racing, her breaths coming shallow and quick as she recalled what she could only think of as a temporary bout of insanity. She ran her mind over her prized moral code, realizing that she had just about totally abandoned it. After the elf had walked in on her, she had watched the elf defile herself, and then joined in, pleasuring herself with barely a second thought. Whore didn’t begin to cover things, she thought, face flushing redder than her hair. A foostep scraped, and she whirled to see Selene entering the barn again.

Unsurprisingly, the elf did not look the least bit disheveled. Her hair was in a simple bun, her green eyes measured, and her shirt and breeches were on and laced in all the right places. Eyes twinkling she murmured, “I was wondering when you’d be up.” She then turned and began fiddling with something near her neatly arranged pack. As Layne started and too late began to cover herself with clothes, the elf announced over her shoulder “I checked my traps, we have breakfast to eat.” Layne thought she heard a short chuckle but did not choose to dignify it.

After eating, Selene became businesslike again. “I checked the road, and the gods were good. Our tracks are gone. The magistrate’s patrol passed us in the night. Now we can go into town, buy new clothes and change our hair.”

Layne cut in, “Unless you robbed the man you killed and made off with a full purse, we need money first. A suspected thief such as myself ironically does not typically make off with much in the way of coin.”

Selene nodded, “A fair point, I suppose. I do believe there is a village not too far away. If we cross this old field rather than use the road again, with luck we can make it there before the patrolmen. Hopefully we can make a bit of money without standing out too much.”

Layne responded “If you want to lay low, you need to change into one of my spare sets of clothes. People will notice a tall elf girl dressed like a man. They still may notice a tall girl, but they will ask fewer questions if you wear a cloak and a blouse more…appropriate for a woman.” Selene dipped her head quietly in acquiescence and began to strip. Recalling the previous night for a second time, Layne blushed and turned away.

Within a few minutes the women were walking through the fields.The grass, after years of neglect, brushed their armpits with its height. Selene had borrowed loose breeches and a blouse that would have shown cleavage on Layne but was very modest on her. The cloak Layne had lent her covered her pointed ears nicely. Though the elf seemed content with the silence, Layne’s thoughts turned over themselves until she could not hold it in. “Selene…about last night…”

The elf cut her off, “Layne, your shame is a thing I have done many times with men and women both. It is a thing that I find zero shame in, and in fact enjoy, if not for all of my intimate encounters. If you do not wish, we do not have any obligation to speak of it.” Layne nodded and continued walking, gaze on her feet. She took a deep breath before continuing, fortifying herself for the question she wanted to ask her travel companion.

“Selene, before last night I had heard of elves doing such things. They always seemed horrible to me, and I am still not entirely sure how I feel about what we did. However, my curiosity is eating at me…What other things that I find bizarre do you find normal and enjoyable?”

In an instant Selene smirked, the expression almost predatory. Her response was delivered in a drawl, the words dripping with amused arrogance. Her eyes, typically the color of new spring foliage, became hooded. “Layne, my dear, the full list would probably make you run away screaming. At the very least, you would curse me as the lowest, most depraved whore you had ever seen. However, there are also some things you may find slightly more tolerable. For instance, have you ever been with a man?”

Layne started hotly, “Just because I maintain some semblance of honorable womanhood does not make me some prude! Next you’ll ask if I truly believe that babies appear with the morning dew, the night after a couple makes their wedding vows!” She turned her head, regretting taking the risk with the elf, especially if she was going to be so frigid about even this introductory question. She pointedly ignored the increase in heart rate the idea had given her, chalking it up to righteous indignation.

The elf raised her hands and her gaze softened. “Layne, what I meant to ask was…have you ever been really fucked? Not lying on your back and allowing a man’s member to move. I mean, a real, desperate fuck. The kind the stories about elves call ‘animal.’ Where you are on all fours, thrusting back into him, grunting and screaming. Your çeşme escort ass slapping against him as he thrusts forward and you push back, daring him to go harder.” The elf paused, small breasts heaving and cheeks slightly flushed.

Layne stared at her, in that moment mentally filing rumors about elvish whorism as true. “I most certainly have not! There are brothels for men who want that instead of a lady.”

Selene nodded, “Well, that is an experience I truly love, and one of the tamer items on my list.” Layne walked the rest of the way in silence.

Presently they came to the town. Chimney smoke curled lazily about thatched roofs. The main road was paved with flagstones through the single square in the center of town. The smaller roads were all packed dirt. The only thing that felt out of place in the small village was the noise. On every corner, merchants cried wares, men shouted about street food from stalls, and children juggled or tumbled in the hopes of making a penny or two. Selene looked bemused, and Layne shrugged before walking over to a portly man selling meat pies. “Welcome! Always a pleasure to see two beautiful ladies such as yourselves! You must be here for Midsommar!”

Layne, who had chosen her sole dress for the trip into town, the beautiful burgundy one that matched her hair with the lace on the neck and the cuffs, made her voice extra breathy before responding “Why, of course we are!” She leaned over to inspect the pies, making sure to pause and look about, letting her ample cleavage jiggle. “Sir, might you direct us to a tailor? I want to get my cousin here some nice gowns that showcase her lovely figure a bit better.” Leaning in, she whispered “She is quite prudish, but my aunt desperately wants to find her a husband. She really is quite beautiful when well dressed.”

The man chuckled and gave her a wink, bald head gleaming in the sun as he whispered back “Sure thing miss. You’ll want to head to Miss Edna, three blocks over. Can’t miss it.” Layne blew him a kiss and pulled Selene with her.

The elf arched an eyebrow. “A tailor?”

“Yes. Where else sells dye and scissors? We need to change our hair if we want to stay ahead of these patrolmen.”

The shop was exactly where the men said it would be, and as they walked up to the door, Layne’s face fell. The gowns in the window were mostly brocaded silk, if not the sheerest, finest wool. Lace cascaded down cuffs and collars in a variety of patterns. She gritted her teeth and entered the building. Miss Edna appeared immediately. She was stately in a way that made Layne think more of a cathedral than a youngish woman. Her blonde hair was in a perfect bun, her face painted with the barest kisses of powders. Her gown was gray silk, ornate enough to showcase her craft without offending a customer.

Layne walked through all the pleasantries, both the formal ones and the informal yet arguably more important ones shared by the women of small villages. After that, Layne inquired about their needs. “Madam, we were hoping to purchase a bottle of black dye, a bottle of bleach, and a fine pair of steel scissors.”

Edna smiled, she had taken a liking to Layne, even if the girl appeared to be a bit of a country lass. She was less sure about the cousin, “Selma,” that she had been introduced to but was wise and kind enough not to give it too much thought. “Of course ladies, all told, that will run about 300 crowns. You would not believe the prices they charge me for dyes these days.”

Selene started to talk, and then cut off with a squeal as Layne pinched her derriere. She glared and opened her mouth, but Layne smoothly overrode her. “Ah, I see. I am sorry ma’am, but we left our purses at our inn. If you do not mind holding onto the products, we will be back shortly.”

After exiting Selene exclaimed “That is robbery!”

Layne hushed her and snapped “Don’t upset her. That’s what happens when you shop in luxury. There is a way for us to make that money easily. I will sing at an inn for the evening, you will find something to do with yourself. We can go back tomorrow and purchase things before leaving.”

Selene begrudgingly accepted and they started through the throng in search of an inn. Presently they found a handsome establishment, slate tiles on the walls, six brick chimneys. The bar inside was well polished oak, and light from candleholders on every table glowed with a merry warmth. Selene split off to explore the Midsommar faire, while Layne found the innkeeper. Master Silas was a fairly thin man with the last wisps of gray hair circling his temples. He had an excellent selection of ciders, beers, and wines, and was delighted at the idea of a singer who could draw in the men from the faire. Layne was also not upset about splitting with Selene a bit after the tension of the last night.

Meanwhile, Selene worked her way through the crowd. She cursed the patrolmen, the tailor, the festival, and everything else. Layne might have no problem in this village for a day, but she was not başakşehir escort accustomed to being around humans. On top of that, her elvish senses were far better than Layne’s, and she could smell every drop of sweat running down an unwashed body. She shuddered and pushed the thought out of her brain.

The thought she pushed out was replaced by more enjoyable thoughts of the evening before. Layne might have been a forced companion more than a choice, and she may be a bit uncultured, even for a human…but she had to admit the woman was sensual. Human breasts reached a size and suppleness that elves simply could not compete with. Those thighs and buttocks also were impressively round and soft. Selene unconsciously bit her lip at the thought. She also had to admit there was something endearingly attractive about the sight of the woman’s fingers rubbing her clit furiously for the first time, passing through the soft fluff of wild red bush. She felt a wetness growing under her breeches and resolved to try and satisfy that later in the evening. For now she had stumbled across a way to profit: the faire archery contest.

The sign for the contest announced a first prize of 500 crowns, followed by 250 for second place and 100 for third. She pushed through the crowd until she found the graying man with the ledger of contestants. “I’d like to sign up.”

The man gave her a bored glance, “Darling, this is a men’s competition.”

She stared, stone faced. “I’ll bet you half the prize pool I can win it.”

The man looked unimpressed, “Miss, I don’t particularly feel like stealing from you this afternoon. Every time I take a woman’s wager, I end up dealing with an angry husband.”

Selene huffed, blood boiling. “Fine. How about this. Fetch your best shooter, if I beat him at one single shot, you let me compete.”

The man sighed, “All right. If this will calm you down, fine. Gedric!”

A man approached. Selene found herself before what she supposed was quite handsome for a human man, although she preferred the more delicate features of elvish men. He stood a bit over two spans tall, quite tall for a human but average for an elf. He had a square jaw, but not in a way that knights in stories did. His was a jaw that made him look like a strong stone or weathered oak. He had seen hard times and made it through. His eyes were a rich brown. His nose was fairly straight, thick through the bridge but in a way that again made him seem solid and stable rather than ugly. His brow was strong and his sandy brown hair was cut short, with just a fringe creeping onto his forehead.

“Are you Gedric?” He nodded. The man with the ledger pointed at a target. Gedric drew and shot, hitting very near the center. Selene took his bow, and without testing the draw weight or aiming, drew and in one motion shot dead center. The man with the ledger gasped, while Gedric looked on calmly. Selene gave a satisfied smirk. “I guess that is settled, then.”

Some hours later, Layne had been singing for a time. She loved the taste of her old life. Men cheered and stared at her breasts. She wiggled her hips as she danced and their eyes followed there too. She was sent drinks, and drank a few. The people clapped and chanted and made song requests. She had coins thrown at her feet while she danced and scooped them up languidly, showcasing cleavage and getting more coins thrown in the process. As patrons left, they handed her silver or gold and grunted their thanks. She was reminded of everything she had loved about being a young singer and almost forgot about Selene and her betrayal of her proper womanhood. Then a man walked in.

The man had a square jaw, and deep, rich brown eyes. With his hard brow and straight, strong nose, he looked like a knight. He stood in the back of the common room, listening to her voice billow and sweep through notes. Unlike the other men, he did not jeer or chant. He stood in simple silence. When he looked at her, he was not leering at her body. She felt as though his gaze was going through her, to the place inside where the music came from. She also felt a flash of arousal.

When she finally was able to pause singing, she sauntered over to him, pausing to smile or wink at the men who pinched her bottom or slipped coins into her cleavage. “Do you have a name?”

The man looked at her for a moment before softly replying “Gedric. And you?”

“Layne. Say Gedric, you don’t look at me the way the other men do.”

“They are here for your looks. I simply enjoy music.”

“What brings you to the inn?” Layne asked quietly, some of the smolder gone from her voice. While she had sometimes let a flirty customer tumble her, and often kissed them while they felt her…the music lovers were the ones she really loved sharing nights with. They were the ones who would be gentle, the ones who would massage her tits and suck her nipples lightly. They were the men who would finish on her belly only once she had reached the magical place that Selene had called orgasm.

The küçükçekmece escort man called Gedric paused and then shrugged, and without a trace of shame said “A very talented woman knocked me from the archery competition.”

Layne dimly reflected that she had a very good idea who the woman was before speaking again. She thought of the confusion of the last night, and the comfortable familiarity of a night singing. She determined that she would find a way to forget Selene for a while. “Gedric…I don’t do this often…but the innkeeper lent me a room for my services…and me and my music have been quite lonely lately…if you understand me.” She barely waited for Gedric’s nod before leading him upstairs.

They had scarcely pushed open the door to the room and pulled the crimson curtains before her dress came off. She was tired of being on the run, tired of the stress, and tired of the uncertainty and self-doubt. Layne wanted one thing, and that was to fuck. She felt her propriety threatening to slip again but could not make herself care all too much. She wanted to feel confident about something. She wanted to feel attractive. And dear gods, she wanted a cock inside her.

The curtains cast the room in a bloody light as she pulled Gedric in for a kiss. His rough hands gently explored her body. Under her nice dress, she had worn the one good set of undergarments she had escaped with. She helped him undo the lacey brassiere and free her heaving breasts.

Gedric’s mouth tasted warm and slightly smoky, he smelled of firewood and oiled leather. She kissed him, and guided a hand to her tit. His hand began to play with her nipple, and she felt her cunt begin to dampen. She helped him undo his belt, his breeches dropped away. She reached in, and couldn’t help smiling as her hand found his cock already hard. She was impressed at the size of it, the shape of it. She stroked him with one hand and undid his shirt with the other, all while he toyed with that bright red nipple.

Her panties came off next. He bent down, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck, softly nibbling her until they found her nipple. She gasped and her hand loosened on his cock as he softly tugged at her nipple with his teeth. As she started stroking him again, he kissed down her soft body. She started to stroke him faster, started to hear soft grunts of pleasure. Then he suddenly pushed her onto the bed.

She kept stroking his beautiful, hard cock, expecting him to want to enter her. Instead he continued kissing his way down until he was at her hips, and then her mound. Layne gasped and said a silent prayer of thanks to the gods. She could count on one hand the times a man had decided unprompted to give her what she privately called “the gentleman’s kiss.” She tried to keep toying with his cock, but Gedric’s tongue lightly brushed against the lips of her cunt and she moaned immediately, grip going slack.

Gedric worked slowly. First he ran his tongue the length of her lower lips. Then, ever so lightly, his tongue brushed the nub Layne now thought of as her clit. Layne groaned with pleasure. His tongue sped up, licks getting progressively more insistent. Layne felt her clit start to grow swollen, felt it start to throb. Her belly was tense and she knew she was sopping. She heard her grunts and moans of pleasure increasing in pitch and desperation. Then Gedric wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking on it, pulling at it. She screamed.

Gedric kept his mouth on her, tongue working quickly. He sucked on her throbbing clit, licks flicking from all sides. She felt tension in her thighs, her vision blurred as her eyes rolled back. He kept going, tongue everywhere at once. Her ass was trembling like it did when she was close to finishing. As if through a long tunnel, she dimly heard herself screaming wildly. Part of herself registered a hand in his hair, pushing his head in further. Her toes curled, and she tried to warn Gedric, even as her legs wrapped around him.

“I…I…I’m gonna” and then for the second time in as many days, Layne felt her legs shudder and her body thrash as her orgasm rocked her. Her jaw was slack and her eyes disappeared completely as something between a groan and a scream left her. Her cunt pulsed open and closed, matched by deep waves of pleasure from her clit. She felt her juices flood out of her, while Gedric swallowed them down.

The minute she recovered, she grabbed Gedric’s cock again and stared at him, blue eyes locking with his gaze. “Take me,” she demanded hungrily.

Gedric didn’t hesitate. His left hand guided his cock to her lips, and he pushed into her, moving both hands to her hips. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over her supine body. His cock stretched her cunt, filling her with a pleasure she had yearned for the last weeks. He was grunting with pleasure now, as he found a rhythm. She was squealing with pleasure as his cock moved in and out of her.

Unbidden, the thought of Selene flashed through her mind. She tried to push the thought away, but heard an echo of the morning’s conversation… “I mean really been fucked…on all fours…ass smacking into him…” Try as she might, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, thinking about the brutal, passionate, animal experience described to her by the elf. She thought about Gedric’s delicious cock and firm, muscled body. She thought about how badly she wanted to be pushing back into that.

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The girls had begun to rub themselves, to rub their nipples. That was the signal to begin. From his hiding place nestled deep within a crevasse between two great, windswept boulders upon the plateau, he studied them intently. Dark eyes focusing as best he could at the procession nearly 100-feet away. He nodded. There were eight of them; a fairly large group for a Hym’enaria. The Rite of passage by which young women completed their journey to Adulthood. He crooned his neck while shielding his eyes from the glare of the furious, midday sun.

Yes…. these girls were from the Rock-Snake Tribe, a moderately-esteemed bloodline whose warriors had been encroaching aggressively upon these lands from their native villages in the lower country. The man adjusted the sand-colored rags he had swathed himself with, as keen eyes studied the party. Each of these girls he knew, were capable of bearing young, probably had been for many years, but they would not be admitted as full members of the Rock-Snake Tribe until they succeeded in the Hunt, succeeded in the Hym’enaria. In truth, the man bore them no ill will, he would have almost wished them luck….

except that he was the Prey!

The rumors had whispered that the Hunting was hard this year, the tribes, especially in the Lower country where growing desperate….well, more desperate than usual. Traditionally, no more than five girls were sent forth on the Hym’enaria at one time, and in good years they would be sent out as soon as they were old enough to notch an arrow. But according to tales whispered in depressed voices, many tribes were forcing the girls to wait until they were nearly eighteen Summers in age before they were allowed to begin! The elders reasoning that older, stronger girls were more likely to bring back a suitable bounty. That seemed to be the case with this party.

Confident in his camoflauge against the bland-colored boulders, the man crawled forward to get a closer view. Yes… these girls were each fit and lithely muscled, the snake-skin loin-cloths scarcely concealing the trim muscles of their shapely thighs. The leader had rubbed both of her nipples; that was the signal to begin a silent conversation. The girls needed to plan, to plot, and no one, especially not their quarry, could be allowed to overhear. Even at a great distance, the anxious determination was plain in the way that the huntresses carried themselves. Though these were lean times, the Elders of the Rock-Snake Tribe would not tolerate failure. If their Hym’enaria failed to capture a man in the allotted time, each member would be branded a Nun, a lesser female unworthy of sex, unworthy to produce young. They would be honorless outcasts for their rest of their lives, with no rights or status. A cruel fate, but the Deserts were harsh, and the Elders of….most every tribe deemed that only the fittest should be allowed to breed.

Snake-skin halters were removed, and breasts swung free on the slender chests of the young huntresses. During travel, they usually maintained a smaller bust, each of the eight pairs of breast flesh no larger than tangerines. Nipples quickly engorged, flesh throbbed, as the hunting party prepared for silent communication. The sun gleamed off the creamy surface of each tit, as they expanded, almost in unison, in a steady creep into the size of full oranges, aureoles spreading and nipples lengthening as they neared a girth and length not unlike that of a grapefruit.

The leader of the band, marked by three red feathers in her auburn hair gave each breast a gentle slap, to test their jiggle. Satisfied that her feminine globes had the minimum necessary inertia, she began. The man watching her display of course understood perfectly. No male could grow up amongst the tribes without fully understanding Boob. But naturally, being male, he could never express the Breast-play language himself, but he understood perfectly.

Gentle slaps to the breast were used to make consonants, The girls’ powers of vascular control were used to expand or shrink the breasts to denote most verbs, and the tense of each. A speaker of Boob would shake her chest in a variety of ways, the jiggle patterns of her womanly spheres used to spell-out nouns. With pinches to the nipples for punctuation.

The leader’s tits swelled, her natural powers enlarging her bosoms another inch forward, as she slapped herself twice, and made two quick jiggles. Translation was second-nature to the man watching.

” HE- CAME – THIS – WAY…” she signaled. A shorter, angrier girl with a pert nose, broader hips, and painted with red lightning bolts on her face confronted the leader, raising her arms and jiggling her mammalian melons rapidly.

” – FOR – YOUR – SAKE, HE- HAD – BETTER!” A quick pinch to her nipples denoted an exclamation. ” I’LL – NOT – LIVE – OUT – MY – DAYS- AS – A – NUN!” The way she defiantly thrust out her bulging bosoms expressed a serious threat.

A thinner girl with longer hair stepped in the mix, she ran a hand over her grapefruit-sized breasts, then offered up the right one by placing her hand underneath the swell of tit, as if she was offering to suckle.

” tuzla escort – BE – AT – EASE, WE – ARE – ALL – CERTAIN.” She must be a peace-maker, a natural mediator of disputes.

” – IS HE THE ONE?” asked a long-legged girl by bending slightly, and allowing her breasts to dangle while slapping and jiggling them in turn. ” THE ONE WHO ESCAPED FROM THE CATS?” Two quick squeezes to the left nipple denoted a question. The man watching gulped, that was the nickname for the people he had escaped from! If they knew of the Black-Tiger Tribe – HIS tribe, he could be in danger!

The leader nodded, glaring sternly from her elegant, sun-tanned face, she confronted the shorter challenger, her green eyes flashing with menace as she thrust out her chest, breasts enlarging in quick, short spasms.

” IT – IS! HE – IS – THE – PRIME – BREEDER! – THE – ONE – THE – CATS – ARE – SO – PROUD – OF!!” she pinched her own nipples roughly, twisting to denote a stronger exclamation. The peace-maker stepped forward in curiosity; this information was apparently new.

” COULD – HE – BE – THE – ONE – THEY – CALL – TEN – INCH?” Snarling in frustration, the man beat the sand near him with a balled fist! They knew his name! They knew his name and tribe! There was no way they would give up! Nothing he could do would distract them, or convince them to pursue easier quarry! Not all men had names, chattel that they were. Only Prime-Breeders, like him, that met exacting standards for physical strength, endurance, and virility even had names. Yet for the man watching, swathed in ashen-colored robes, his name was also his curse.

In his younger days, he had loved his tribe, though their own feelings towards him was similar to the way one might feel about a valuable water well, or rich iron-mine. He was not – could never be a person, he had never been allowed to listen to the council meetings, had never been allowed to participate in the ancestral rituals. He was Ten-Inch, the Prime-Breeder. Most virile man ever captured by the Black-Tiger Tribe. But it was inevitable that word of his escape would spread.

The fabric tented over his groin, his erect member jutted proudly forward. Though trying to concentrate on his escape, his cursed virility asserted itself once more, the sight of a lengthy conversation in the Breast-talk language of Boob never failed to arouse him. When the women…any woman beheld his beefy rod in its erect glory, there was no doubt how he acquired his name; Ten-Inch, Prime-Breeder of the Black-Tiger Tribe.

Ten-Inch did not pay much attention to the rest of the silent conversation, he had to plot, plan his escape. It would be….should be impossible. The Elders simply did not permit a Prime-Breeder, no matter what tribe had claimed him, to escape. It was unheard of, such a loss could never be tolerated. Warriors from the mountains, foot-hills, low-lands, from everywhere in the Northern Wastes would unleash their most cunning hunters to reclaim him.

But of what value was life without such challenges? He could never be fully content as just another male chattel-breeder. And he had come to realize that it did not matter what tribe he joined. He was a resource, one worth killing for yes, but he would never have status as a person; as a warrior. Whether it was the Black-Tiger, the Rock-Snake, the Blue-Mountain, the Walking-Toad, the Sand-Ghosts or any of a number of tribes in the Northern Wastes, all he could look forward to would be grunting, sweaty women, breasts as vast as watermelons, straddling his Sacred Rod, as they unleashed pheromones and musks to compel him to spew forth as much sperm as he could possibly produce into their steamy-hot femalias.

Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t relish it, enjoy it thoroughly. It had been a right of passage; on the day when first his penis was deemed potent enough, he had been given to, and had successfully impregnated the Chieftain of the Black-Tiger Tribe, and then the Shaman had taken his seed, and she too was with child. And then the mightiest axe-fighter…..and then the best archer…..and then the best scout…… not to mention the foreign trader….and the ambassador from the Blue-Mountain Tribe, she too had been given use of him as a goodwill gesture, and she had impaled herself upon his throbbing tower, the slickness of her female juices bathing his crotch, as her body had exploded with orgasm. And her belly, like all the others, was soon swelling with the life kindled by Ten-Inch’s aggressive seed.

Womb after womb, cunt after cunt, and he soon could not avoid the impression that he was…..missing something. There…there had to be more; There must be more that women and men could do with each other! There needed to be something more to life than being locked away in a secured cabin, to impregnate females without end. But what!? What else was there that could be done? Their pussies so easily accepted his male shaft! And the joy they felt was so profound! Could men and women be anything more than just breeding mates? That was all the women wanted from him. As for companionship, pendik escort labor, religion, and warfare, the women used each other. A man’s purpose was to provide seed; and to spurt it forth whenever the Chieftain commanded. They kept him in comfort, certainly. It was a mark of power for a tribe if their males were well cared for.

But…for years Ten-Inch had been restless! He did not accept his lot only as Breeder! He had arms and legs, a strong back, he could build, and work with his hands….and he had a mind! A quick mind with thoughts all his own! There must be a reason; a purpose. And then, he heard the stories…..

There were a few times during the year, when the tribes met for extended trade, that males were permitted to fellowship with each other, being left alone to speak about such things that might interest them. Always, Ten-Inch had found the aspirations of his fellow men to be banal and limited. Their primary concerns were which tribe kept their males in the most luxury. (Often it was the very small tribes that went to greater effort to please their men, that word might spread and make it easier to acquire more.) Others would boast of the number of females they were able to pleasure towards orgasm in a single night. But it was the tales in between these tales that concerned Ten-Inch.

There were men who ran. Men who; for a variety of reasons sought to escape whatever tribe owned them. Most merely heard tales of greater luxury just around the corner, and sought to escape to tribes that could keep them in greater comfort. Others sought to see some grand sight, or visit some splendid locale just once before they died. Some were merely mad; running off into the desert to die. But then, there were those that whispered of the Verdant Lands.

The Verdant Lands; far to the South, and far from anything men of the Northern Wastes had ever known. It is said that the Verdant Lands are choked with vegetation of all types, water in abundance; and freedom! Sweet Freedom! It is whispered that in these green lands, men may live as they please, they may work, and learn, and create by their own will, doing whatever they wish, and never breeding unless they wish to. Ten-Inch shuddered with longing; Imagine! To live free! Allowing his hand and mind to create whatever he was able, free from control, imprisonment, and force! Freedom in whom he impregnated! To choose his breeding mates! It was said that the women of the Northern Wastes feared the Verdant Lands, for there were predators there that were deadly to women, but ignored men, and the fiercest desert man-hunters feared to tread there. But in spite of everything, his lusts were far too strong for him to stop craving the sex, but….if there could be a choice? A man in these lands could couple only with females he chose! It would be possible to reject some of them! And so Ten-Inch would not, could not rest. Not until he found such a place; not until he saw these lands with his own dark eyes.

Every time men of the tribes were permitted to gather, and talk, Ten-Inch would hear stories of these Verdant Countries, where men could live and create as they chose. But always he was warned away;

“Nay, lad; the Verdant Lands are too far!!” he might be told….

“Journey’s impossible from here….the deserts are too harsh!” He had heard…..

“….You’d have ta pass through the territories of the most man-hungry tribes in the Wastes! No way you’d slip by ’em!” That was the warning that he had heard most often. And yet, every time he was told that the Feat was impossible, that the Journey was too difficult; the older men could always impart some bits of travel lore; there was always some trick or tactic they could teach that would help him in evasion and concealment.

And that was the reason for his current dress; the layers of rags and shawls were caked with the dusty ashes from the burning of Sagebrush tumbleweed. If covered in enough ashes, that would assist him in countering the most common weapon used by women of the Northern Wastes…..

The shorter, angrier girl with the lightning bolts on her face sniffed the air, then opened wide her ruby lips, and a long, black, forked tongue escaped to taste the air with tentative flicks. She frowned and shook her head. The leader, her auburn hair whipping in the desert breeze tweaked her nipples as she expanded her breasts to spill out over the lower edge of her open halter top.

” BE- WARY ” she signaled with breast-talk. ” MEN – WHO – RUN – KNOW – TO – MASK – THEIR – SCENT – WITH – ASHES; – WE – MAY – NOT – SCENT – HIM – UNTIL – HE – IS – IN – LINE – OF – SIGHT.” She explained slowly, her breasts wobbling and careening as she slowly spelled out the complex sentence. Ten-Inch knew it to be true; these females could track a man by the scent of his sweat at two miles at least. But the ashes he was covered with neutralized his smell in a way that confounded the refined senses of the sexual predators hunting him. The shorter challenger was growing less patient with her leader. Pouting, she brushed a hand over her nipples, then squeezed maltepe escort each bulging teat in a slow-fast-slow rhythm, to signal:

” NOW – WHAT? I’LL – NOT – FAIL – BECAUSE- OF – YOU! I’LL – NOT – BE – DECLARED – A – NUN!” But the leader of the hunting party, though only Eighteen Summers in age, was clever enough to know that when one is chasing a male, the tactics they used to hide their man-scent could also be their undoing. Her own lips parted, and her black, forked tongue flickered, tasting and testing the air for many tense seconds. Nodding, she removed her loincloth, and directed the others to do the same.

The Rock-Snake huntresses nodded; and Ten-Inch understood. They were using their primary Lure, the most common sexual weapon amongst the tribes of the Northern Wastes. A musky chemical signal, a pheromone lure that burned in a man’s brain, dulled his mind, and boiled his blood with a primal passion as ancient as the Sun, and irresistable as Sunrise. Though unsure of his location, (his scent masked to them) there was enough of a trace of ash in the air to arouse the libido, and suspicions of the leader. So she began to release her musk. And the wind favored them! Their musk would be carried directly to Ten-Inch! Now was the time to run, to risk being spotted, he decided. He did not need to see them, to know what they would do; He knew that the females would bare themselves, naked. He knew they would raise their shapely, muscled rumps to the air in lurid invitation. All it would take is a quick rub, a swift pinch of their clits, and they would begin their Rut. Soon, an observer would see their naked asses bobbing and throbbing in the air; pussies quivering as they unleashed their Scent. Ordinarily; he would not be able to run fast enough; the beastial grasp of the refined mating musk would consume his senses, firing his male body into a fever pitch of obsessive lust. His libido would overshadow all else, and he would give himself to them. Or so they planned.

Ten-Inch knew better than to deceive himself; some men liked to boast that they stayed with their tribes because they were happy; and that they could leave whenever they wished, some claimed that they could resist the Lure. Lies. Ten-Inch knew better than to trust his own willpower. If a man, any man was exposed to the right amount of mating musk, the frenzy it would kindle inside him would grow so strong that his body would not allow his mind to resist the Rut. That is what it was designed to do; to enslave a man with his own libido; and if exposed it would take many hours and more orgasms before he could even remember why he should resist.

That was why he’d come prepared. Sulphur was the key; it was used in small amounts by the women of the Black-Tiger Tribe in certain religious rituals to the Mother Goddess, but from his contacts, Ten-Inch had learned that the yellow powder produced so potent a stench that it would shield him from most all Luring musks from any vagina in the Northern Wastes; so he was told. Still, better not to take chances, so he ran.

The horrid stench, not unlike rotting eggs, did help, as he pressed the rag to his nose. Even still, the effect was not complete. He felt a tingle down his spine, and a heat in his groin, even as his feet pounded the desert sands to propel him down the plateau, away from them. He nearly stumbled, his penis throbbing to life as waves of comforting bliss washed over him….it would be so easy to just… give in….surrender….give up this foolish journey….and let the girls have their glory….their pussies….so warm…..wet…soft…NO!!! So long as was alive he would not give up this Journey! He would find freedom in the Verdant Lands! The freedom to think, create, and the power of choice! The power to chose where his seed was sown! No longer would he be tied down, forced to ejaculate for every moist cunt in the Tribe! He would give his seed only when he wished it! And only to those females he chose!

Even with his sulphur to block most of the effect; the potency of their musk still seized at him, clawed at his mind and body. His penis, so tight…so hard that it interfered with his running; but still he pressed on. How much harder would it be with nothing to block their Lure! But… he was getting away….the young huntresses were not chasing, not certain of his location but suspecting his presence. And the searing bursts of sharp yearning that coursed down his spine were diminishing. He had been fortunate this time. But in truth, Ten-Inch thought he was very fortunate.

He knew truths, wondrous facts that few were privy to. The lands of the Black-Tiger had been on the grounds of an ancient center of learning and knowledge a….Lie-Berry; he believed it was called. Little had survived from that time long ago, that Ancient Age of wonder, and power, and glory. But the warriors that guarded Ten-Inch deemed it harmless enough to permit the male to putter around inside the ruins. Slowly, achingly, over years… he had taught himself to read…to himself the letters, words of the Ancient Tongue. Few books had survived; but he had learned oh so much. The women had little interest in such things; paying no heed to his talk of fabulous knowledge and impossible fantasies. In his younger days, Ten-Inch would read, and learn, and keep reading until the warriors guarding him were unable to contain their urges, until one of them tackled him amidst the old books, twining herself around him in raw lust.

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In the kingdom everything seemed to be going as planned. Farmers moved into the land and began growing crops, merchants set up shops in towns that quickly grew, and landless knights were flocking to offer their services. Everything was going exactly as he’d planned, with one exception: Jamie’s new queen.

The morning after their marriage Rosella kept herself confined to her room. Sir Jamie didn’t think this was terribly odd, at first, and chose simply to respect her privacy. He made sure meals were taken up to her, and when he went to her room that night he made passionate love to her again.

When she didn’t come down the second day he almost got angry. However, he realized women, with their delicate constitutions, might have been more than a little embarrassed by having fucked their king in front of every man in the castle. So again, he respected her privacy, this time sending a merchant with cloth to size her for proper dresses. He remembered that she had worn the same dress twice and figured she must not have anything suitable.

Things followed that pattern for over a week, with Jamie sending up her meals and various merchants to fit her for expensive clothes, jewels, shoes and ask her opinions on various items to decorate the castle. Then he would climb the tower and spend hours adoring her body.

She never complained, indeed, he thought she rather liked his lovemaking. However, he couldn’t help but notice that as the day wore on, the clouds around the castle grew darker and more substantial. Jamie knew that he was missing something important in the spell, but he was at a loss as to what. After the second week of waiting for Rosella to descend from her tower, he decided he’d had enough.

“Ella!”

Rosella could hear Jamie as his boots tromped up the stone stairwell. She was nervous. She’d secluded herself in the tower for weeks, yet nothing seemed to change. She had almost given up twice, but resolved to stay in the tower until her husband gave her the respect she deserved.

She felt cheated. Here was a man who could make her feel both intensely loved and shamefully ignored at the same time. He filled his days with his duties, and his nights with her body, but he never seemed to want anything else from her. All the precious trinkets and clothes felt more like payments than gifts. She wondered if he was just waiting for her to breed an heir and then all the attention would stop.

She fervently hoped not. She’d been having strange dreams and her breasts were tender. She had no idea when her menses were due, since the enchanted slumber had obviously ceased all of her natural functions. She had noticed, before the curse, that she always bled during the waxing moon. This week the moon was full, and her courses hadn’t come yet.

It seemed impossible that she was pregnant already, but she knew the signs. Her mother had gone through several miscarriages before finally accepting that one daughter would have to be enough. Rosella spent half of her childhood alternately celebrating each subtle sign of pregnancy and mourning the loss of potential brothers or sisters.

When Jamie reached the top of the tower he was ready to break down the door. He was just a little disappointed to find that it was unlocked. Normally he simply walked into the room. He’d begun to consider the frilly, feminine room to be his own. With his hand still on the handle, he had a sudden inspiration, and chose to knock instead.

“Ella! I’m coming in.”

Rosella was surprised to hear the knock. She was even more surprised that he seemed to be waiting for her to answer. Before he could grow impatient, she responded. She had to clear her throat twice before her voice came through clearly.

“Come in, my king.”

Jamie walked in slowly, fixing his eyes on his wife. As always, her beauty nearly took his breath away. She was his, all his. He had to mentally shake himself to keep from throwing her onto the bed and ravishing her. Perhaps afterwards.

She watched him warily. She recognized that look in his eye. It was the one that usually meant he was about to make love to her. Even though she always enjoyed the things he did to her body, this was not the time. Rosella found herself backing away as Jamie practically stalked her. When the backs of her knees hit the bed she found the courage to speak.

“My lord…”

Jamie cut her off.

“We need to talk, my queen. You have been neglecting your duties.”

Rosella bristled.She neglectingher duties?!?! Rosella could feel her face beginning to flush hot with anger. Jamie recognized the rising blush, but he’d only seen it during their lovemaking. He knew he must have hit a nerve to rise such passion in her. When she stepped away from the bed and began to advance towards him he stood his ground until they were nose to nose.

“How dare you! How dare you spend weeks ignoring me, using me for your pleasure, then accuse me of ignoring my duties! You never even allowed me to have duties! Other than fucking you in front of your men to validate your throne!”

Jamie şişli escort fought the urge to roll his eyes. Now he saw what had gone wrong. The girl was expecting him to play the doting suitor and instead he’d spent his time building the kingdom. He hadn’t realized his bride was so naïve.

“Ella, if you had come down I would have explained your duties.”

Rosella felt like her head was going to explode. Her cheeks were on fire and she had to struggle to relax her jaw enough to respond.

“Oh, I see… so you would have explained my duties. I rather thought I already knew the duties of a wife and queen; helping the king to rule the kingdom. But you didn’t need, or want me for that, did you?”

Jamie resisted the urge to pat her shoulder patronizingly.

“I would have loved your assistance, but you never came down.”

“And I was supposed to show my face after the debacle of our wedding night? How are the men supposed to respect me when they’ve all seen me naked!”

Jamie didn’t quite succeed at keeping the smirk off his face. Rather than hitting him, Rosella screamed in frustration. This resulted in an ill suppressed snicker from king Jamie. He was laughing at her.

Rosella felt as though she was possessed, her hand reaching out to grab the first thing within arms length. Her fingers closed over a silver candlestick. Jamie was barely able to register surprise before the candlestick came flying at him, thumping solidly into his chest.

The force of the blow took his breath away and he stepped back. Encouraged by his slight retreat, Rosella grabbed for something else. Jamie held his hands up to ward off the tallow candle that came flying at him, breaking against his forearm. He stood there, deflecting the myriad of objects she pulled from the side table and flung at him. Finally she seemed to be running out of steam and sunk down to the floor, still clutching a hairbrush in her hands.

Jamie rather expected to be angry, but he wasn’t. Watching her hurl objects at him like some avenging Fury had a strange effect on him. He wasn’t surprised that he felt his cock hardening. He’d always liked strong women, and suspected that the reason he’d left her to her privacy instead of coming for her sooner was that he’d thought her timid and unappealing unless she was naked underneath him.

He was surprised, however, to feel guilt creeping up on him. He hadn’t tried to find out anything about her character. The only reason she appeared timid was that he’d put an innocent into situations she couldn’t possibly have been prepared for. Watching her crumpled on the floor, chest heaving with expended passion, he knew he’d misjudged her.

Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his shaggy hair, trying vainly for words to fix the situation. Rosella, however, had not finished.

“I spent my childhood dreaming of the prince who would become my king, and how we would rule our people wisely, together. I dreamed of love and mutual respect. Now we’re married, and you do not love me, you do not respect me, and you do not want or need my help ruling the kingdom. I suppose you’re just waiting for me to produce an heir. Well, in that case, you’re in luck, because it seems I’m breeding already.”

Jamie stared down into her forlorn eyes with shock.

“You’re pregnant?”

“And when your heir is born, what will you do? Will I continue to spend my life in this tower, or will you do away with me so you can marry someone else?”

Jamie let her words sink in. It wasn’t too far from the truth, in some respects. The thought had certainly crossed his mind. He certainly wouldn’t have killed her, but after the first week of confining herself to the tower, he’d begun to rather enjoy the fact that he could do what he wanted during the day without the nagging demands of a wife all day. However, he hadn’t left things as they were, had he?

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Rosella had to admit, she was surprised after all this time that he’d come up. She thought she knew why.

“It’s embarrassing, isn’t it, to have a wife that no one ever sees? And it’s not like anyone would forget me, after the debacle of our wedding night.”

Jamie clenched his jaw. It was true. His men had been making comments about him keeping his sexy queen all to himself. After the first week, however, they began to get suspicious. Why would a woman consent to being left alone in a tower all day? Most royal women were so demanding and meddlesome that the household was run ragged. Not that anyone was complaining, but it just seemed unnatural. Unnatural and unjust, if the king was at fault.

Jamie had come up the tower this morning because he was sick and tired of the men whispering that his wife was still under the spell, and that Jamie wasn’t the rightful king. He could deal with her throwing tantrums and driving them all crazy, but he couldn’t handle this passive aggressive stance that put all the doubt on him.

Jamie stood, staring down at his queen, trying his best to harden tuzla escort his gaze.

“You will not remain in this tower. You will come down for meals and you will sit at my side while I govern Ilstoria.”

Rosella fought to hold his gaze. She wanted to look away, but refused to give him the satisfaction.

“Ah, the perfect wife, silent, obedient, chattel.”

“And beautiful.”

Rosella gulped. That look was in his eyes again. She was on the floor, up against the bed. There was nowhere to retreat to. So the only option she had was to stand and face him head on. It took all of her courage to keep her eyes on his. All of her life she’d been admired and respected because of her rank. She’d never had to prove herself to anyone. Now it was time to prove to herself that she deserved to be queen.

When she stood up to him, refusing to back down, Jamie’s eyes filled with lust. He wondered if she’d fight him or if she’d capitulate, as she always had before, screaming his name, her cries echoing in the courtyard for all to hear.

His hands grasped her arms, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin silk of her nightgown. She sucked in her breath and he waited.

Rosella felt the familiar fire shoot from her nipples as they hardened to tight peaks. This was a familiar scene. Every night, when he came for her, she had considered fighting him, forcing him to acknowledge her, forcing him to realize that she had worth beyond the pleasure of her body and her ability to produce an heir. But every time, she gave in to the pleasure he brought her, and convinced herself that she would rather he come to value her on his own. Well, he’d finally come to her, and she was not about to let him conquer her again.

Putting her hands between them, she pushed his hands away from her.

“No.”

Jamie’s blood began to heat. His lips curled into a smile.

“What did you say, wife?”

He cupped her breasts in his palms, pressing his body against hers, his lips whispering dangerously into her ear. Rosella’s voice shook, but remained strong.

“No!”

She shoved her whole body against his, catching him off guard so that he was forced to step back.

“You may not have me. I will not let you use my body for your pleasure.”

Jamie chuckled and stepped towards her again. He caught her wrists as she lifted her hands to shove him away again.

“But my sweet Ella, what about your pleasure?”

His voice sounded like a cat’s purr, a large, sharp-toothed cat that had caught a mouse. She knew he was toying with her, but she didn’t want to play.

“I do not want any pleasure, not from you!”

Jamie twisted her arms behind her back, holding them both firmly with one hand while the other began to fondle her body, eliciting a sharp gasp when his fingers stroked her damp center through the thin material.

“No? Your body seems to disagree. Although, if you find me so repulsive right now, I’m quite certain one of my knights would be more than willing to pleasure you.”

Rosella’s eyes widened in disbelief. Was he threatening to throw her to one of his men if she disobeyed him? Rosella couldn’t believe it, and decided to call his bluff.

“Any man would be preferable toyou.”

The challenge to his manhood was too much. The rising desire he felt was enflamed by his anger. He threw her to the bed and quickly disrobed.

Rosella could have used the reprieve to make a break for the door, but she knew running through the castle in her nightdress would do her no good, supposing she even made it to the door. Instead, she steeled herself for the fight of her life. She knew he could easily overpower her, but she wouldn’t make it easy on him. More than anything, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of showing her pleasure.

Rosella was ashamed that the sight of his naked body as he climbed onto the bed sent a thrill through her. She was prepared to fight him, but fighting her own body would be the true trial. She couldn’t help it; she flung herself away and tried to flee to the door. She hoped he wouldn’t chase her through the castle while naked. The time it would take to put on his trousers would give her a head start.

She didn’t make it off the bed. His fingers snaked around her ankle and dragged her towards him, her nightdress bunching about her waist and exposing her buttocks to him. She twisted her body to kick him, but his other hand wrapped around the other ankle and he dragged her closer, still face down on the bed.

Rosella screamed in lust and anger when his fingers spread her ass cheeks and his tongue snaked between her nether lips to flick her throbbing bud. She tried to push herself up, but Jamie held her firmly to the mattress. He resumed his assault, his tongue lapping at her folds, her sweet juices exposing her growing excitement. The young queen could do little more than grip the edge of the mattress and shout her frustration.

“No! Stop at once! Oooh! Let me go! Please!”

Jamie ignored pendik escort her pleas, thrusting his tongue deeply into her pussy, causing Rosella to scream, bucking against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue.

“No! I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!”

She tried to resist it, but her body ignored her completely as it exploded with a powerful orgasm. Before she could recover, Jamie flipped her over onto her back. Desperately she flailed at him, striking him with her hands and feet until he roughly thrust himself between her legs. His roar of primal triumph overpowered her screams. Tears of frustration began to leak out the corners of her eyes as she pounded her fists uselessly against his chest.

“Get off of me! I hate you! I hate you!”

King Jamie grabbed her wrists again, pinning her to the bed while his mouth descended on her breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Rosella began to sob between screams as she felt her body begin to peak again. His cock sliding in and out of her body, combined with his mouth on her nipple, was so intense she couldn’t fight it. Her hips unwittingly rose to meet his, and the more she kicked and struggled, the harder he pounded her, increasing her pleasure.

Jamie’s mouth left her nipple to whisper in her ear.

“You belong to me, Ella. You are my queen. You can fight me all you want, but it will accomplish nothing. Your body recognizes its husband and master.”

Rosella could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm. His cock was so long and hard inside of her, pulsing hotly, she knew he must be close too. In a last frantic attempt to wrestle back control, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, feeling the blood gush into her mouth. Jamie released her wrists to wrap his hands in her hair, yanking her head back. His mouth crushed against her lips, his tongue invading her mouth as his hips ground against her. He tasted his blood on her lips, thrilling in his victory as he swallowed her screams of pleasure as she gushed hot juices over his cock while he simultaneously pumped his seed into her.

He collapsed on top of her, her body still trembling, caught in the aftershocks of the orgasm. She was sobbing, near hysterical with the powerful, conflicting emotions that were coursing through her.

Jamie caught his breath and rolled over, taking her with him. He held her tightly to his chest as she wept. His satisfaction from the intensity of the sex was marred by the fact that it hadn’t really solved anything. Her tears were a blatant sign that all was not well between them. He hadn’t expected his domination of her to fix everything, but he had hoped it would at least bring her to her senses, and realize that she wanted him.

Rosella cried her heart out against his chest, feeling utterly defeated. If he had so little respect for her that he would flat out rape her, then it was pointless. He could never love her.

Just when he thought she was done with her bawling, his young queen began to cry again in earnest. He thought he knew what she wanted. It was what every woman wanted, and the crux of her curse. True love.

Briefly he considered lying. He could just tell her what she wanted to hear. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, he knew how convincing he could be. As he held his weeping wife in his arms he was sorely tempted to just make it all better, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he did something he’d never done before. He told her the truth.

“My parents never pretended to love one another. My mother married my father for his money and he married her for her body. I’ve known many women, all of whom have professed to love me, but never once has a single woman stirred me to want to stay with her for more than a few nights. It wasn’t that they lacked beauty. They were all beautiful. It wasn’t that they were brainless idiots, although some were. There were even a few who could have made fine wives, but they could never give me what I truly wanted.”

Rosella stopped crying to listen to him.

“I want to be respected for who I am. I want men to follow me because I am worth something. You have given me the opportunity to gain what I desire most. For this, you will always have my esteem. When I made my vows to you, I meant them. I will protect, comfort, and honor you for the rest of my days. I will be faithful to you and I will do everything within my power to give you anything you ask. I cannot give you something I don’t believe exists, however. I have never seen true love in my life. It is something men tell women to get under their skirts. It’s something women tell men to convince them they’ll be faithful. And yet, it’s always a lie. The men use the women, the women cheat on their men with anyone who says ‘I love you.’ I won’t sit here and lie to you, Ella. I won’t tell you I love you when love doesn’t even exist.”

Rosella lay quietly, listening to her husband’s heartbeat. She had to admit to being stunned at his revelation. He didn’t believe in love? She knew he was being honest. He wasn’t telling her this just to dismiss the issue. She felt her heart constrict. The shattered and broken pieces began to mend as she realized that this man, her husband, hadn’t dismissed her out of cruelty. He hadn’t raped her to demean her. He just didn’t know how to love. He was lost. Rosella determined then and there that if she could, she would help him find his way.

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