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Chapter 1 - Amanda's Mother

"Mo-o-o-m? What are you doing!?" "Isn't that obvious? I'm fucking your little friend... Sorry, I don't think I caught your name." "A-A-Ashley, ma'am." "Thank you Ashley. I'm fucking your little friend... uhm, yeah, that's better... your little friend Ashley here." "But we have to go! We're going to be late to the airport!" "Nonsense, sweetie. I won't be more than another ten, fifteen minutes." Amanda makes an exasperated sound, trying to think of something to say but she draws a blank. For a moment she just stares at her mother, then realizes she's watching her mom fuck one of her classmates from behind against their car and spins around. She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes and tries to erase the image of her mother's hips slapping against Ashley's tight butt, both of them with their shorts around their feet, her mother's long, thick cock going all the way inside with each hard thrust, then realizes not seeing but still hearing is worse and turns back. But then her mother has turned Ashley around and is holding her up by her legs as she fucks her against the car, their lips mashed together in a wet, hungry kiss. "Oh, Mrs. Warner, that feels great!" "Please, call me Jane." Ashley actually giggles at that! Amanda can't believe her ears. She starts to stomp off but realizes she's still carrying her luggage so she has to go back and see how her mom pulls up Ashleys shirt and sucks one of her nipples into her mouth. "Oh my god! Mrs... I mean, Jane! I- I think- I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." "Not yet, Ashley. Don't cum yet." Jane has Ashley pinned against the side window, the whole car rocking with each hard thrust of her cock into the sophomore's pussy. There's a small group of people watching and whispering, and Amanda's face burns. How can her mother embarrass her like this!? She dumps the bags and turns when her mother's voice calls out. "Don't go anywhere, Mandy. We'll be going soon." She's a little winded, but otherwise you wouldn't believe she was balls-deep in a teen girl she was holding by her thighs as she fucked her against the side of a car. "Little Ashley here is about to cum, and I don't think she'll keep me waiting for long once she's done. Will you, Ashley?" "N-no, ma'am! I'll do- do whatever... you want... just - just let me-" Amanda can't believe this! Her mother is fucking one of her friends right when they were supposed to leave, and she's the one getting scolded!? Too exasperated to come up with a good comeback she just sits down on her duffel bag, wrapping her arms around her knees in an effort to shut out the sight and sounds of her mother's depraved behavior. Why does it always have to be like this? Why does she always have to fuck every single one of Amanda's friends? "Oh god! Oh god! I'm - I'm cumming! Mrs. Warner, I'm cumming!" A pat on her shoulder and someone clearing their throat makes Amanda look up. At first she thinks it's one of the professors who's there to admonish her for her mother's behavior, but then she recognizes one of the juniors from her building. "You're Amanda, right? Amanda Warner?" The girl looks strangely tense, even though she's smiling. "Yes? And you're... Lucy, right?" The girl relaxes a little and tosses her dark curls in a very endearing way. Amanda's heart sinks as she realizes what's going on. "Could you... could you give this to your mom?" Lucy thrusts a folded up note at Amanda who takes it before she has time to think. Behind her Ashley moans and cries out in an intense orgasm, on her back on the hood of the car now, continually begging Amanda's mother to fuck her harder, harder, harder! "I guess so but-" "Great! Thanks!" Lucy flashes a happy smile and then turns to run off before Amanda can protest, leaving her with the glossy note clutched in her numb fingers. She turns it over and sure enough, there's Lucy's phone number. Could this possibly get any worse? She sighes, resigned to being known as 'Jane's daughter' all through college, just as she was in high school. At best. That's at least preferable to 'that futa slut's bitchy daughter' as the cheerleaders used to call her before her mother fucked all of them too. At least she assumes that's what happened, because even though they kept looking down their noses at her at least they stopped with the name-calling, and one time Lizzy warned off some jock who was being a jerk to her, and it sure wasn't for anything Amanda herself had done. With dull eyes she watches her mother pull her massive cock out of Ashley's pussy, then start to jerk off over her. When she looks away she sees several more girls watching with flushed faces, at least one ripping out a page from her notebook and starting towards her, her eyes still fixed on Jane cradling her balls with one hand and stroking her cock with the other. "I'm going to cum on you now, Ashley. Are you ready?" "Yes! I'm ready, ma'am! Please cum on me!" Ashley is rubbing her newly fucked pussy, her legs spread wide as she leans back on the hood of the car, her head raised so she can watch with glassy eyes as Jane strokes her cock. Amanda tries to ignore the approaching girl by concentrating on the note Lucy gave her, and with a sinking heart she realizes it's not just a note. When she unfolds it she sees it's a printed out photo. Of Lucy. Topless. And she has just the kind of tits her mother likes, big and firm, with fat nipples and even goddamn nipple rings. "Uhm, sorry to bother you but -" Before the girl can say anything else Amanda puts her hand out and accepts the message. While her mother moans loudly as she shoots a big load of hot, sticky sperm over Ashleys slim body, another handful of girls come over with hastily scribbled notes bearing phone numbers, e-mail adresses, and a host of shameless suggestions. She collects them without a word. When Jane finally stops pumping cum over Ashley, Amanda gets up and drags her bags over to the trunk of the car with a deep sigh, and when she goes to pick up her backpack she's treated to the sight of her mother wiping the last dribbles of cum on Ashley's thigh before helping her down from the hood of the car. "Thank you Ashley. That was most invigorating." She brushes Ashley's hair back and kisses her, not caring she's smearing herself with the cum spattering Ashley's body from the tops of her thighs to her collarbones. "Yeah! That was great! I, uh, I hope you'll be back soon?" Ashley fucking blushes as she stands there, newly fucked, body covered in cum, then giggles again as Jane pats her fucking head. "When I come by to drop off Amanda after break." When Ashley's face falls, Jane picks up her handbag and scribbles something on the back of a business card. "But you can mail me here, and we can set something up. I assume you have a webcam on your computer? I'd love to see more of you." Jane manages to make that sound both motherly and lewd at the same time - the latter isn't that hard since she's still bare from the waist down, her cock glistening with Ashley's juices, but how she manages to pull off motherly with someone she just fucked is something Amanda can't fathom. "Sure! I'll, uh, send you something tonight!" Ashley's smile is fucking adorable. Amanda feels sick to her stomach imagining what she'll be sending her mother, and knowing she won't have to imagine much since Jane don't seem to understand that having sex over the computer is something you should do in your own bedroom, preferably behind a closed door. Not, say, in the living room when your daughter is watching a movie on the tv with her friends. While her mother wiggles back into her tight shorts, her cock clearly visible against her thigh and smears of cum on her top, then gets into the driver's seat while Amanda dumps her backpack in the back seat. "Time to go, honey!" Fuming over the fact that once more she's the one being scolded when it's her mother who's been behaving like an out-of-control fuck-slut, Amanda gets into the car beside her and silently thrusts the pile of come-on notes at her mother, the topless photo folded around the others. Her mother actually takes the time to look through them, making appreciative noises at the picture before putting the pile in her handbag. Amanda sighs with exasperation. "Can we go now?! Please?!" Her mother leans over to kiss her forehead, Amanda cringing to avoid getting cum on her, then starts the car. "Don't worry, sweetie, we have plenty of time." "I just want to go home. Please." "Okay, sweetie." As they pull out of the parking lot and Amanda finally begins to feel the embarrassment wash away, her mother speaks again. "Oh, by the way, did I mention that, what's her name, that cheerleader girl? The blonde one? Rhonda, that's right, Rhonda. She called me the other day and asked if she could come over tonight and of course I said yes, so she'll be having dinner with us. I think her parents are out of town so maybe we should have her stay over? I know you'll be seeing your other friends most of the time, but she and I get along very well so you don't need to worry about entertaining her." Amanda buries her face in her hands. Will this humiliation never end?

Chapter 4 - Lin, Marla, and Joanne

(Note that while the game allows for incest content, it is turned off by default as in this scene with Marla and her (step-)mother.) You've been at the park with your friends Mil and Ceylona, just hanging out in the sun, eating ice cream, watching people, and okay, making out a little too. Then Ceylona's mom called her home for dinner and she was Mil's ride so suddenly you're there all by yourself, and that bit of making out has left you in need of some relief. You look around to see who could help you out when you get tapped on the shoulder by a neighbour. Someone taps you on the shoulder and you turn around to find your neighbour Mrs. Nielsen standing there with her stepdaughter Marla. "Hello Lin. Are you busy?" Mrs. Nielsen - Joanne, you recall, after racking your brain for a moment - and Marla live a few houses down the street from you. You remember playing with Marla a few times when you were both six or seven, but you never became close friends. She's always been... not shy, perhaps, but withdrawn, hiding behind her dark bangs and not drawing attention to herself. Joanne is the exact opposite, always nice and friendly and willing to chat about this and that. She's also quite the looker, with a curvy, generous body, an easy smile, and brown hair that has yet to be broken up by more than a handfull of grey hairs. "Oh, hi Mrs. Nielsen! Hi Marla." Marla waves in response, then looks down. "Well, uhm, I was kinda hoping I could find someone to, uh, help me out a little..." You trail off, suddenly inexplicably embarrassed talking about your need for relief. Usually this doesn't bother you, but Mrs. Nielsen has known you since you were little - she even used to watch you from time to time, you vaguely remember. "You need someone to help you cum, right?" Her no-nonsense forthrightness makes you relax. "Yeah, I do. I was here with my friends but they had to go and-" She stops you. "You don't need to explain. Really, I was kinda hoping that was the case - not that I want you to be in discomfort, but, well, Marla here needs some more experience with giving relief and I thought it would be good for her to practice with someone her own age." Marla blushes beet red at this, staring intently at her shoes. "Would that be okay? If you're in a hurry I could help you and she could just watch." "I'd be happy to help you out." "Good. Let's find a place where we can be more comfortable." Joanne leads you and Marla off the gravel path to a bench on the grass in the shade under a tree. "There. Sit down - yes, take off your skirt first. Marla, sit here beside me." Joanne and her stepdaughter kneel before you on the grass, Joanne taking a firm but gentle grip on your hard cock, making sure Marla has a good view. "Just watch me." She begins to stroke you with soft, slow motions, the sensation at once relieving and frustrating. "See how I'm going slow? If you want to go faster it's best to have some lubricant. You can use artificial or" - she gathers some spit in her hand - "natural." She increases her pace, rotating her grip slightly to increase the stimulation. "Now you try it." Marla gingerly touches your cock, wrapping her slim fingers around it. "I-is that okay?" She looks up at you nervously while her mother coaches her. "You can grip it harder than that. The tip is sensitive, but you don't need to be quite so gentle with the shaft." Joanne puts her hand over Marla's, directing her, guiding her through a few strokes. You do your best to suppress your need to cum so Marla can practice stroking you. Just as it's part of the civic duty for women to give futas relief when they need it, it's part of the civic duty for futas to help women how to do it. Besides, they live on your street and neighbours have to stick together, right? Marla clearly hasn't done this much before, but she learns quickly and she takes instruction well. Joanne gives her pointers and demonstrates different techniques - she's very good with her hands, and the pleasure you get from her demonstrations makes Marla's somewhat amateurish efforts much more bearable. Marla gives you a shy look from time to time, but it seems the encouragement she gets from you and her stepmother is making her relax a little. "Very good, you're really improving!" It's true. Marla is learning fast, and though she's still nervous she's good at reading your signals for when to slow down and speed up. "I... I really need to cum. Could you help me, Mrs. Nielsen?" "Sure thing, honey." Marla shifts to sit right by her stepmother's side as Joanne strokes your cock with quick, skilled hands, periodically adding more spit to keep them sliding over your hard shaft. Marla looks on with a focused look, her attentive gaze shifting between your face and her mother's stroking hands.  "See how her face is getting flushed and how she's breathing irregularly?" Joanne's words make you realize you're panting for breath between moans, not something that usually happens from someone just using their hands on you unless they know exactly what you like, but Marla's mom is very skilled. "She's going to cum soon. Isn't that right, sweetie?" You quickly nod, leaning back on the bench with your eyes closed, Joanne's hands bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. "Where do you want to put your load?" You have to focus to force the words out, Joanne's practiced strokes stealing all of your attention. "O-on your f-face." "Of course." Joanne shifts in between your legs, stroking your cock quickly with both hands, sucking the tip of your cock in between her lips. She slides you against the flat of her tongue, then suddenly takes you down her throat, pressing her lips around the root of your shaft while she grabs your ass with her hands to push you deeper. When she pulls back a string of thick saliva connects her lower lip to your cock. "You're making me hot, Lin. I want you to cum all over my face. Give me your big load." She strokes you quickly with one hand, squeezing her breasts through her clothes with the other. Marla sits to the side, watching her stepmother stroke and suck your cock, listening to her words. You notice she has one hand under her skirt, furtively rubbing her pussy while she watches. Suddenly you feel your climax approach. You throw your head back and gasp as you cum, shooting spurt after spurt of your hot, sticky sperm over Joanne's face while she coos and urges you on, her hand pumping your shaft. "Oh yes, that feels so good! I love getting your hot cum on my face, Lin! Mmm, keep going!" You gasp and moan while she milks your load onto her features, then sucks the tip of your cock, swallowing the slow trickle of sperm. She opens her mouth, still stroking you with one hand while she gathers up a generous amount of your cum from her face with the other. She gives you a wide smile while she licks her fingers clean, then glances at Marla. "I think I'll have to pay some attention to my own girl now. Will you be okay, Lin?" You give her a nod and a brief smile, not trusting your voice to speak. "Good. I'll talk to your mother about giving Marla a few more lessons, if that's okay? Good. See you later, Lin!" You collect yourself and leave Joanne to give her stepdaughter some relief. (This scene, including a continuation where Marla receives further instruction, is available in the full version of Chance Encounters sent out to my supporters on Patreon every month. This playthrough samples five of the 13 paragraphs and one of the four endings, presenting one of the over 15 different paths through the scene.)

Chapter 2 - At the Gym

I had decided to check out the gym near our house so I declined Lily's offer to use their shower. I kissed them both goodbye and promised to come by soon again. Jenni told me again that they would be available to me whenever I wanted, day or night, and her mother nodded agreement. "You're always welcome here, Sue." She gave my cock a squeeze through my sweatpants and winked as she hugged me a final time. I activated the indosurfaces on my skates and phone and rolled down from their house into the street. There were many more people out and about now than when I had passed this way earlier in the morning - sunbathing, swimming, jogging, fucking in their gardens or on their sundecks, playing, or just hanging out. There was music coming from several open windows, and the atmosphere was generally very friendly. Nearly everyone I passed said hello or waved to me. It only took me a couple of minutes to get down to the gym. I had had a quick look the day we moved in, but only from the outside. It was a fairly big building altogether, but it was only two stories when many of the houses were three, and it sprawled a bit with some trees and other vegetation around it so it didn't look quite as big as it was. For a gym in a neighborhood with maybe a hundred people or so it was way too big. The air inside was cool and dry. The girl behind the counter was flipping through what seemed like a sex toy catalogue with a bored look on her face, but when I rolled up to her she dropped the magazine and smiled. "Hi, and welcome! I don't think I've seen you here before. Is this your first visit?" I told her that it was, and we chatted for a bit about what kind of machines they had and what services they offered. There was a pool and sauna in the basement, and they offered various types of group exercise along with personal trainers, and different types of massage. The girl - Kara, according to her name tag - explained that they served several of the neighborhoods in the community which was why they were so large. Like with most services it was free to access, but those who lived nearby were expected to pitch in and help out in what ways they could, pretty much the same system we'd had back home. "I can get someone to give you a more detailed tour or you can just look around on your own if you prefer. Sunday afternoons are pretty busy so I'm afraid I can't go with you and leave the counter unattented." I thanked her but declined the offer of a guide. If they were busy I didn't want to burden them any further, and one gym isn't much different from another anyway. I thought I'd take a swim later so I decided to start at the top and work my way down to the pool. The locker room opened into the reception area and I'd glanced in that direction a few times while I talked to Kara to see what kind of people were here. Most were around my age or older, up to that undefined forty-plus that most older women looked like on RejAll. Some were pretty buff, but I didn't see any other futa. I picked a small locker and put my skates and phone in there, keeping my clothes on for now. They would be fine to work out in if I wanted to, and Kara had told me there were showers on all floors so I didn't need to remove them until I was down by the pool. I was also hoping to pass for a girl for a bit since futas tend to draw a bit more attention than I'm always comfortable with, and with what Jenni had told me about how there were only a couple more in the whole neighborhood I preferred to stay a little more anonymous for now. If anyone really looked they'd most likely notice my semi-hard cock even through my sweatpants, but if I walked around naked everyone would see it. The top floor was mostly massage rooms and a couple of group workout rooms for aerobics classes, yoga, and the like. Most of them were taken, and some of the massages had progressed beyond just simple rub-downs. It seemed the massages offered were full-service, and the women and girls giving them were willing to put in some extra effort. The ground floor was mainly machines, including two sets of bikes and a massive bank of treadmills. There were a lot of people here, well over a hundred if I counted the ones from the top floor, so it was obvious the gym pulled in people from some way around. When I'd skated around the neighborhood earlier I had noted that it was close to one of the community roads and through the windows here I could see there was a quite busy monocab stop outside. Unlike upstairs where they had gone for a soft and relaxing mood, here the music was loud and the lights bright, and most people were focused on doing their own thing. Finally I went down into the basement, and it was like entering a different world. The doors at the bottom of the stairs were heavily soundproofed, hidden speakers playing watery sounds, and the lighting was blue-green and shimmering. It was almost like being under water, sort of dreamlike. I found the showers, which were more brightly lit, and dropped my clothes on a bench before scrubbing myself off. There were fewer people here than upstairs, and while I got a few looks and cheery greetings nobody pushed it when I just said hello and then turned back to cleaning myself off. Truth be told, Jenni had kind of talked me out for a while and I was mostly looking to relax. Once I had washed off I went out to the pool. There were a few others swimming but I got a lane to myself and spent the next forty-five minutes or so just stretching my muscles and giving them a decent workout. When I felt good and tired I got out of the water and laid down on one of the lounge chairs to relax. The atmosphere was so relaxing and it felt great to just listen to the sounds of the other swimmers. I think I must have dozed off for a little while, because when I woke up there was a woman on the chair next to me that I didn't remember from when I sat down, and considering how striking she was I don't think I could have missed her! She had almost sharp features, with a marked chin, a long straight nose, and big intense eyes. Her blonde hair was a wet from the water, but unlike most others in or near the pool she wasn't naked but had on a white bathrobe. When I looked over at her it was obvious she'd been watching me. "I hope you don't mind", she smiled. "I was just admiring that nice cock of yours." I blushed a little, realizing that while I was sleeping I had become quite hard. My cock isn't all that big, really, only a little over a foot long when erect, even if it's about as thick as the average. Most futas have bigger ones, but then I'm kinda small for a futa in all ways. Nearly all are taller than the average girl by a few inches, and I'm just 5'6". I don't mind, though. Not all girls like big cocks, and being a little smaller makes casual encounters a lot easier since I don't have to be as careful. I can fuck most girls even when they're sleeping while futas with really big cocks have to spend a lot of time getting their partners ready. And being shorter makes it a lot easier to pass for a girl when I don't want a lot of attention. That's hard to do when you're seven feet tall and have a cock that hangs to your knees. (Okay, so that's a bit exaggerated, but you know what I mean.) Anyway, I always blush when I get compliments about my looks. It's not that I don't like it, but it makes me a bit self-conscious. "Thanks." Suddenly I couldn't find a comfortable position on the chair anymore and when I glanced back at the woman she was still watching me. She wasn't making any move to come over to me and she seemed happy where she was so I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I was getting quite horny though, so almost without thinking about it I started stroking myself. I could have gone off to the showers or upstairs to try to find some willing girl to fuck, but then I'd have to get up and I was still tired after my swim. Besides, it seemed a bit rude. Even though she hadn't introduced herself we were still talking, kind of. "I love watching that." Her voice was a soft alto and when I blushed again I could hear the smile in her voice. "That blush is cute too." The fact that she enjoyed watching me was turning me on, so I kept sliding my hand up and down my shaft. Usually I find masturbation rather unsatisfying, but this was kinda nice. I felt relaxed, lazy, just horny enough to want to cum eventually, but in no hurry to get there. I angled my body a little more towards her to give her a better view, then closed my eyes and just concentrated on doing what felt good. "I would love to watch you fucking my daughter." I could hear her smiling again. "She gets so excited when she gets to fuck a real cock instead of a toy. When my sister comes to visit - she's a futa too - Jane will be all over her from the moment she steps in the door. It's a good thing Nina is so patient or she'd stop visiting at all." Her voice was a bit dreamy and it was almost like I was asleep. I was picturing the things she described with one hand stroking my cock and the other sliding up and down my body. I sucked my finger, then rubbed the wet fingertip on my stiffening nipple. "The only chance I have to fuck Nina myself is when Jane is sleeping. Nina and I always slept in the same bed when we were growing up, and once we were old enough we would fuck every night. I think our mother felt it was important that we bonded, and it worked. We're very close, always have been." I felt my breathing growing more uneven, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead as my hand kept sliding up and down my shaft almost on its own. It was partly because of the hot, humid air around the pool, but mostly because she was turning me on so much. "I want Jane and her to be close too. Nina loves Jane like she was her own daughter so when they fuck I don't get jealous. I just love watching them. Nina is always so gentle with her, even when Jane gets impatient and wants that big cock insider her right away." She spoke the last few words in a slightly different voice, hinting at what her daughter sounded like. I could also hear that she was getting more aroused herself, whether from the things she was describing or watching me I couldn't tell, but either way her excitment was feeding mine. "Nina fucks me three or four times every night when she visits. We'll sleep together all three of us, but Jane knows the nights are for me and my sister. Sometimes she'll wake up and join in, caressing me while Nina fucks me, sucking my nipples, or just being close. Sometimes she just watches." She sighed softly, and when I half-opened my eyes to glance over at her she had opened her robe and had one hand between her legs. She looked at me with dreamy eyes. "Jane loves to clean me up when Nina has cum. Inside me, on my face, on my back, on my breasts... She'll lick up every drop." I was close to cumming myself now, both hands working my shaft as my hips thrusted against them. "She only does that with some futas. With most she doesn't like their taste as much. I wonder if she'd like yours? If you fucked her and then shot your load on my chest, would she want to lick it up? Or would she just want to watch while you did it yourself? Or would she gather it up with her hands and feed it to me?" Those images sent me over the edge and I had to bite down hard to keep from yelling as I came. I breathed hard through my nose, moaning through clenched teeth as my balls contracted and I shot my sperm all over myself, the first spurt going far up enough to almost hit me in the eye, the rest spattering over my chest and stomach in hot, sticky drops. "Yes, just like that... that's how I want you to cum on me. Cover me with your sperm." Her voice was raspy now, broken up by irregular breaths. As I slowed down, milking the last, sluggish drops from my cock onto myself she gave up a soft, extended moan. I didn't need to look to know that she was cumming too now, and knowing it was just from watching me jerk off gave me a warm glow inside. As my breathing slowed I brought one of my sticky fingers to my lips and licked it off, which earned me another little moan from her. Then we didn't say anything at all for a while, just listened to each other's breathing. When she got up to leave she bent down to kiss me. "I'm Trish Painter, by the way. We live over on Crafters. Come visit sometime." She kissed me again, then tied up her robe and left. I looked after her, but then I must have drifted off again. When I came to there were many more people in the pool, including some rather noisy teens who were splashing around playing some kind of tag. Since I had cum all over me I went to the showers and cleaned myself off, getting a few curious looks. I accepted an offer from a girl around my age to scrub each others' backs and we made out a little. She may have told me her name but by then I was so tired I could barely remember where I had put my things. I didn't bother getting dressed since the gym was so close to home but just put on my skates and rolled home with everything rolled up under my arm. It seemed weird that I would be so exhausted when I hadn't been that physically active, but I guess skating around the neighborhood and swimming in combination with some fucking and a lot of new impressions had added up. Getting dinner helped a little though, and Mom was glad I had met some new people. Lucy had also been out for a few hours and had made friends with the family next door. I tried not to goggle at this - Lucy is usually quite shy and not very good at making friends, but apparently she had common interests with their two girls. After dinner we all relaxed in front of the tv, watching the news and some shows. When I started to get horny again I fucked Mom from behind while she licked Lucy, then they took turns sucking me until I came in their mouths. Watching Mom and Lucy kiss with my cum dribbling down their chins is one of my absolute favorite things. By then I was feeling tired again so I went off to shower and go to bed while they kept watching some more shows. I slept for a couple of hours, then woke up when they joined me in our bed. Lucy snuggled up to me and asked if I could please fuck her because she hadn't had any cock all day and she had really missed me and... I could hardly say no to that, especially after how Trish had described how close she was with her sister. I love Lucy more than anyone except maybe Mom, and I hope we'll stay as close as Trish and Nina. We kissed and fondled each other for a bit, Lucy stroking my cock gently while I took my time kissing and stroking her soft skin. She does have wonderful skin, almost translucent, and she loves to be touched if you do it the right way. I've learned what she likes and not, and today I wanted to show her how much I appreciate her so I took care to do everything just right. I traced slow circles over her body with my trailing fingers, kissed her on her neck, her wrists, the palms of her hands, all over her small perfect breasts, then down the side of her body, all over her mound, then down between her legs. I rarely get to go down on her because she usually gets me too horny too fast, but today I restrained myself and did what I could to keep her hands off my cock so that I could hold back a little longer. Her pussy was soft and pink and delightful, hot and wet from her arousal. I licked her up and down, swirled my tongue around her clit, kissed the sides of her fuzzy mound, then went back down to suck her clit while I pushed one, two fingers inside her. She had her head in Mom's lap and Mom was stroking her hair and fondling her breasts while I continued to finger her almost until she came. When I couldn't stand waiting any longer I rose up, and Mom pulled Lucy up into her arms, sitting behind her and holding her as I slowly pushed my cock into her. Lucy looked at me with glazed eyes, her hands reaching out to pull me closer. I fucked her slowly, stopping to kiss her every so often, and she let me keep the pace I wanted even though she was almost sobbing with desire to cum. Every time I pushed into her she gasped, then moaned when I pulled out again. Her pussy fit me perfectly, allowing me to go inside her all the way without feeling I was hurting her while still being delightfully tight around my cock. When she started to beg for real that she wanted, needed to cum I was also ready to let go. I increased my pace, fucking her harder, deeper, faster, Mom holding her tightly to her, placing long, sucking kisses on her neck and playing with her breasts. When she finally came it was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen her have. Her whole body spasmed, her bucking hips almost throwing me off of her, and I had to hold on tight to be able to continue fucking her. We rolled away from Mom and I held her down as I made the last few thrusts before I came myself, Lucy's body tightly arched under me when I began to fill her with my cum. When the first spurt shot into her she cried out, bucking her hips hard again. I came hard too, the mixture of love and lust inside me making me tear up even as I filled my sister's pussy with my sperm, seeing and hearing and feeling her cum so hard on my cock, under my hands. We fucked four more times that night, my lovely sister and I. No matter where we go and what happens, we will always have each other.

Chapter 1 - Exploring and Making New Friends

Today I decided to go exploring. We've lived in this neighborhood for three days now and the unpacking was almost done, and I thought it was time I met some of our new neighbors. Also, while it's fine to fuck Mom and my sister Lucy a girl needs variety, you know? It was early Sunday morning so not many people were out. I didn't see any other skaters, but I met a couple of joggers - a good-looking woman who seemed to be in her forties (but with RejAll who can say for sure anymore?), a teenager, two or three girls in their early twenties like myself - none of them giving me a second look. I hadn't thought much of what clothes I had put on but I realized now that the loose sweatpants made me look like a girl rather than a futa, so their indifference wasn't surprising. The morning air was a little cool so I was glad I had put on a top, even one that left my arms and shoulders bare. Most of the houses were similar to our own: Two or three stories, usually with a second-floor sundeck and sometimes a pool. I saw a few cars parked in the street so I figured the neighborhood had a carpool deal of some kind. There were no fences or hedges between the yards, which were quite big, so it seemed like a friendly and open place. A couple of times I saw children playing and they seemed comfortable roaming all over the place. Once I had the layout clear to me I rolled up to a nice-looking house. After deactivating the indosoles of my skates and stepping out of them I pulled off my top and pants and folded them on the skates - it would have been rude to enter the home of someone I didn't know with clothes on, especially if it would make them mistake me for a girl. I also detached my phone and left it with my clothes so as to not get distracted during my visit. Mom knew what I was doing and anyone else could wait. As expected the front door was unlocked so I knocked and stepped inside. The bottom floor of the house was open and airy, with a kitchen to the right separated from the rest by a counter, and a living room area to the left where a tv was on. A blonde girl in a skimpy white bikini was lounging on a couch watching some sex show on tv and when she noticed me she yelled "Mooom! Visitor!", then smiled and waved me over. "Hi! I'm Jenni! Come watch this with me, they're just about to holy crap you're a futa!" I realized the lower half of my body had been hidden from her by the back of a chair until I came closer, and I was a bit taken aback by her outburst. Sure, futa aren't that common but in a neighborhood this size there had to be at least a dozen or so. Before I had gathered my wits to answer, a woman I assumed was Jenni's mother came in from the garden behind the house. She was in tight shorts and an apron along with a pair of gardening gloves which she too off to shake my hand. "Pardon my excitable daughter. I'm Lily Rose. Welcome to our home." "Hello Lily, Jenni." I shook both their hands, then we all laughed a little at the formality of it all. "I'm Sue, Sue Driver. We just moved in earlier this week." Lily nodded. "The Carpenter place, yes?" Seeing my confusion she added, "Number 23? Down by the gym?" I quickly nodded, feeling a little stupid that I had already forgotten the name of the family who had lived there before us. Noticing my embarrassment, Lily stroked my arm in a comforting gesture and smiled warmly. "Just make yourself at home." Halfway out the door to the garden she turned to Jenni. "Be nice to Sue and remember she's our guest. Don't pester her, okay?" I think her last comment was followed by a look down at my cock, but I wasn't quite sure. "Okay mom!" Jenni replied in a voice that sounded maybe a little too obedient, but Lily didn't push it. She just rolled her eyes and closed the door after her. As soon as she was out Jenni scooted over to one side of the couch to make room for me, and I couldn't very well say no to that. As soon as I had sat down she unleashed a torrent of questions - what was the rest of my family like, where had we lived before, were there a lot of futas there, would I be studying with them at Learner, what did I think of that song on the tv - along with a quick rundown of at least half the families in the neighborhood. She was very easy-going and friendly and I could hardly get a word in edge-wise even when she was asking me things. Through all this I also found out a few things about Jenni herself. She was a few years younger than me, and now that she had reached majority she was trying to decide what to do with her life. She wanted to travel but she also wanted to continue with her studies, though she was rather vague on what subjects interested her, and she'd been offered a job at a café in the community center, and so on and on and on. There was only a few weeks left until summer break and most of her classes were repetition after her finals so she had plenty of free time, or at least that's what she told me. Thinking back to when I was her age, I'm pretty sure her mother and teachers though differently. Or maybe she was just a lot smarter than me and didn't need to study quite as much. Half-way through all this Jenni had gone to the kitchen for some lemonade, returning with a tray and glasses but without her bikini. She had a slim body with small perky breasts and from her muscle tone it was clear she spent a lot of time working out. When she sat down she moved a little closer to me, our legs touching a little. By now I was beginning to get hard - she was attractive and it had been at least a couple of hours since I had fucked Mom and sis - but even when my cock had grown to its full size she didn't even put her hand on it. Normally I would have expected at least a simple handjob while we were talking, but apparently Jenni's mom was serious about her rules on pestering visitors. I considered just pulling her onto my lap but I didn't want to get her in trouble in case Lily came back in and misinterpreted the situation. A few minutes later I was leaking precum and I was starting to think I'd have to stroke myself off just to relieve the pressure even though it's so unsatisfying, but fortunately Lily came back inside before I had to resort to that. She glanced over to us, then gestured towards my crotch as she stripped out of her shorts and pulled the apron over her head. "Jenni, be polite to our guest and help her with that", then raised her hand to forestall any complaints about mixed messages. "I know what I said." Turning to me, she smiled apologetically. "It was my mistake. I should have told you to take advantage of my daughter to relieve yourself if you needed. Please do so any time you need to in the future." She tousled Jenni's hair, provoking indignant noises from her. "She could stand to be fucked a bit more often. Maybe that would improve her disposition." She kissed her daughter's head, which Jenni grumpily accepted, perhaps because of the promise of being fucked soon. I thanked Lily for her hospitality and promised to do what I could to help make Jenni more pleasant, giving her a wink to show I wasn't serious. She still pretended to be indignant at the accusation of having a bad temper, protesting that she had "buttloads of sweetness" pouring out of her "every orifice" which sent me into a giggling fit and made her mother raise a warning finger as she walked away. "Language, Jenni! Now get to sucking that cock." She didn't need to ask her twice. While Lily strode off to take a shower, Jenni quickly slid down onto the floor and in between my legs, wrapping her hands around my shaft and her lips around the tip of my cock. Her tongue gathered up the drops of precum which she quickly swallowed, then circled the edge of my glans before she started bobbing her head. Though she clearly needed more practice she was fairly skilled for her age. She wasn't spectacular, but she had a good rhythm and knew how to use her hands. She looked up at me while she sucked and responded very well to my cues when I wanted her to go faster or slow down, and when I took her head and pushed lightly against the back of her throat she didn't pull away or protest until she gagged a little, at which point I let her get back to sucking. I asked her if it was okay if I tried it again and she nodded without hesitation, but despite several tries she couldn't quite take me down her throat. I stroked her hair and slid my hands down over her shoulders and chest while she kept sucking me. Her breasts were quite small but felt nice in my hands, and when I played with her nipples she moaned around my cock. I was getting pretty worked up by now, and while Jenni was doing okay I wanted more than an okay blowjob. I shifted in my seat and pulled her up for a kiss, one of her hands still stroking me as our lips met and I tasted the mixture of lemonade and precum on her tongue. She pressed herself against me and when I slipped my hand between her legs she parted them and I felt she was quite wet. I easily pushed one, then two fingers inside her, and  after a few thrusts with my hand she was moaning against my neck, asking me to please fuck her. I could hardly refuse such a polite request. I guided her down onto her knees in front of the couch, her toned legs spread and her fingers holding her shaved, wet pussy open for me. I slid the tip of my cock along her slit, making her moan and shiver with anticipation, before I started to push inside. She was nice and tight but gave way easily when I pushed forward. A few slow thrusts put me halfway inside her, deeper than she'd been able to take me into her mouth. I put one hand on Jenni's neck, the side of her face pressed against the cushion, holding her in place as I began to fuck her in earnest. She moaned and squealed in a very satisfying way, letting me know she enjoyed this as much as I did. I began to thrust deeper and harder, and soon my cock was buried to the hilt in her tight, hot pussy. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit while my balls slapped against her fingers. "I want you to cum for me, Jenni. Can you do that?" I slowed down a little to give her a chance to gasp "Y-yes! I wa-want to cum for you!" before I leaned forward, one hand grabbing her shoulder to pull her against me as I fucked her hard, making the couch rock. It didn't take long until she squealed, losing her breath for a few seconds before she cried out that she was cumming, her pussy squeezing my cock in the most delightful way. Soon after I felt my own climax approach and I increased my pace even more, sending her into another orgasm as I came inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum. When I came back to my senses I pulled her up towards me and she turned to meet me in a kiss, my cock slipping out of her followed by a trickle of my sperm. I slid my hands up and down her slim, toned body, her skin covered by a light sheen of sweat, both of us breathing hard from the exertion. "Thanks. That should keep me for an hour or two." I gave her other kiss as I pulled out of her, my cock slowly shrinking back towards its normal, semi-hard state. "Anytime", she replied with a smile, meeting me in another kiss, deeper and softer. Then she looked me in the eye, a little more serious. "I mean that. Any time you want. Our bedroom is to the left at the top of the stairs if you want to come over at night." Usually when I woke up horny at night I'd just fuck Mom or my sister, but knowing I had an option other than masturbation when I was home alone was nice. Our hands roamed a little as we continued to kiss. I gathered up some of my cum as it leaked out of her pussy, tasting it myself before offering my fingers to her. She took my hand in hers and eagerly sucked my fingers clean. When we had recovered our composure a bit we cuddled on the couch, then Jenni got us some more lemonade and we kept talking. Well, she still did most of the talking, telling me about her friends and teachers at Learner. After a while Lily came back downstairs, naked apart from a towel wrapped around her hair, her skin shining from her shower and RejAll treatment. I took a good look at her, and while her body and face were more mature than her daughter's, with wider hips, more developed features, and much bigger breasts, the family resemblance was striking. They had the same slim, toned bodies, the same smiles, the same eyes, the same cheekbones, the same calves. Lily let me look. It's possible she adjusted her posture a little to show herself at her best, but if so she did it so naturally that I didn't notice. "Sue, would you like to stay for lunch? We're just having some carrot stew but if you want I could set a place for you." "Sure! I'll just need to let my mom know. My phone's out with my clothes on the porch." Lily smiled and nodded, sending Jenni a meaningful glance. "That's very thoughtful of you, letting your mother know where you are and what you're doing." I stifled a laugh as I heard Jenni groan. --- XXX --- The soup was very nice, especially with the freshly baked rye bread on the side and when we were done I as about to rise to help Jenni load the dishwasher, but Lily stopped me with a hand on my thigh. "Next time I'll expect you to help, but today you're our guest." We had dressed for the meal, me in the top and sweatpants I had worn before and Lily in a bikini similar to Jenni's, but now she undid the top that had only covered the fronts of her full breasts and pulled it off. It had been about an hour since I came inside her daughter so I had started to get hard again, and when she moved her hand inside my pants and started stroking me she quickly got me fully erect. I pushed my chair away from the table and she knelt down in front of me, smoothly pulling my pants off when I raised my hips, then wrapping her big, firm breasts around my cock. She looked up at my face as she tit-fucked me, moving fast enough to keep my excitement rising but not quite fast enough to make me want to cum right away. "I really appreciate you spending time with Jenni. She could use some more fuck friends near her own age." "I'm, uh, happy to h-help." I could barely breathe evenly, much less speak coherently. "And in case she didn't say so already, you're always welcome here, day or night." She was speeding up now, occasionally dipping down to suck in the tip of my cock between her soft lips before taking me between her breasts again. "Oh god... Y-yes, she mentioned that. I assume... oh yes, that's so good... I assume you're both, uh, available?" She grinned, cocking one eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious?" By now Jenni was done cleaning up and washing off. She stood behind my chair, nuzzling my neck and drawing her fingers through my hair. Lily dove down again, this time taking my whole cock down her throat in one smooth motion, nearly making me cum that same moment, then using just her hands while she kissed and licked around the base. One of Jenni's hands found my breasts, pulling my top up to caress them and tease my nipples with her fingertips. "I, oh, I didn't want to, uh, p-p-presume." Now Jenni had both hands on my chest, squeezing one of my breasts while she lightly pinched the nipple on the other. "I, I'm gonna -" That was as far as I got before Lily had me down her throat again, her head bobbing up and down fast, one hand clasping mine while the other played with my balls. I came hard, crying out as I pumped my sperm down her throat, arching my back until all that supported me was my heals on the floor and my shoulders on the back of the chair. I probably would have tipped over backwards if Jenni hadn't supported me from behind, somehow still managing to squeeze my nipples just hard enough to strengthen my climax while she kissed my neck. Lily kept on sucking me as I slowly recovered my wits, Jenni placing soft kisses over my shoulders and brushing my skin with her fingertips. It was an amazing feeling. "You two make a great team!" I laughed weakly, still a little overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm. "We practice a lot. Mostly just on girls, though." Jenni turned my head to kiss me, then her mother came up and joined us, giving us both a taste of my cum. Lily gave my cock a squeeze. "Like I said, you have a standing invitation." I expect I'll take advantage of that very soon.

Chapter 3 - Pretty and Cunt

I opened the front door. "Hi Auntie Julie!" I hugged Auntie Julie tight, pressing my cheek to her chest. She hugged me back and patted my head. "Hello there Pretty!" She ruffled my hair and leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Now now, Pretty, great your auntie properly like we practiced, okay?" That was Mother's voice, just a little admonishing. I blushed at my forgetfulness - seeing Auntie Julie made me so happy I forgot my manners. "I'm sorry Mother!" I called back to her, then took a step back from Auntie Julie, stood up straight and crossed my hands behind my back. "Welcome Auntie Julie! I'm Mother's Pretty. Is there anything you want from me?" Then I kneeled down - that's pretty tricky with your hands behind your back, but I've practiced a lot! - and smiled up at her. Auntie Julie stepped forward and pulled her skirt up so I tilted my head back and opened my mouth so she could put her crotch against it. I looked up at her while I kissed her pussy, pushing my tongue in deep. "Oh my, you're coming along very nicely!" Auntie Julie said, smiling and stroking my hair. "She is." It sounded like Mother was proud of me and that made we all warm inside but I tried to focus on using my mouth like she had taught me. When Auntie Julie patted the side of my head and pulled back I licked my lips and rose up again. I tried to to it really nice and smooth but I almost lost my balance anyway. Mom would make me practice more, I could see that in the glance she shot me, but she smiled and patted my head so I didn't feel too bad about it. Mom led us into the living room and Auntie Julie said how beautiful it was. "And this must be Cunt!" Cunt is my older sister. She used to be Pretty until just after my birthday a year ago when Mother decided I should be Pretty and she should be Cunt instead. Before that I was too young to be anything. Cunt was naked on her back on the living room table, blindfolded and with her wrists cuffed to her ankles and a spreader bar keeping her legs wide. She had her hips pushed up so her pussy was at a good height for Auntie to finger, which she did. Cunt didn't say anything - Cunts aren't supposed to talk, and besides she had her ballgag in - but she moaned a little and pushed her hips against Auntie Julie's fingers. Auntie fingered her hard and squeezed her tits, pulling at her nipple-rings, and it seemed like she would cum really quick. Cunts get to cum a lot more than Pretties, but I still prefer being Pretty because I get to wear pretty clothes, like the dress Mom had given me special for that visit. It's light blue with lots of white lace and it's cut low in front so everyone can see my tits, and it's short enough that I can show my pussy when I bend over. I had wanted to wear the matching heels but Mother says I need to practice kneeling and rising more before I get to wear them with company. Auntie Julie fingered Cunt until she came and then let me lick of her fingers. I made a curtsy and thanked her afterwards and she gave me another pat on the head. By then Mother had brought in tea from the kitchen and let me pour for her and Auntie Julie. I almost never get to do that because it's really hard not to spill any, but I concentrated and did it exactly like we practiced and it worked perfectly! When I was done I curtsied again and I almost went to sit with Mom like I usually do but then I remembered that Auntie Julie is our guest so I asked if she wanted me to sit with her and she did! I was about to ask if she wanted me beside her or on her lap but she had already straightened her legs so I sat down there and leaned against her and she put her arm around me. I sort of drifted off while she and Mother talked because it was all boring grown-up stuff so I was half-asleep when they were done with their tea and she started playing with my breasts. I nuzzled her neck the way Mother likes it while her fingers traced patterns over my skin and brushed against my nipples. I felt my pussy was starting to get wet and puffy so I wanted to rub it but I'm not allowed when I'm sitting with someone, unless they tell me to of course, so I kept my hands folded on my lap. "Pretty?" Auntie Julie's voice was soft and warm, just like her hand on my tits. "Yes, Auntie?" "I'd like you to play with Cunt now. Why don't you get one of your toys and fuck her with it?" I was about to say yes but then I remembered to look over at Mother - I can't ever play with Cunt without her permission, even when we have guests. When she nodded I was so happy! I love fucking my sister Cunt. "Yes, Auntie Julie! Right away!" I hurried up to the bedroom where I sleep with Mother to get one of the toy cocks she lets me use on Cunt. I wanted to take one of the bigger ones Mother uses, but she says I'm not old enough to use them responsibly yet so I picked a blue one that matched my dress and strapped it on. When I got back downstairs Mother and Auntie Julie were kissing and Mother had pulled up her skirt and Auntie was fingering her pussy. I really wanted to fuck Cunt right away, but I waited until Mother motioned me forward. First I put my finger in Cunt's pussy to see if I needed lube, but she was still wet from when Auntie had made her cum. Besides, she's almost always wet when she's tied up, but Mother says I must always check first. She also says I must always tell Cunt why I'm fucking her, even like now when she's already heard. "Cunt, I'm going to fuck you now because Auntie Julie wants to see us play. Also because you're my sister and I love you and I love fucking you." I blushed a little at the last part, but Mother insists I should be honest with my feelings, and it was all true. When I glanced over at Mother she was smiling proudly so I smiled back at her and then started fucking my sister. Mother has taken me with her to some parties with other Mothers and Pretties and Cunts so I have seen other Cunts get fucked, but none of them seem to like it as much as my sister. The others will moan and writhe and say that they love it, but my sister just... shows it. You can just tell that she loves it when someone sticks something in her pussy, especially when there are others watching. It's like at that moment there's nothing else she can think about than what she has inside her and how it's going to make her cum. I love making her feel like that. It makes her look beautiful - not pretty like me, but in a different way. I fucked her slowly at first, like Mother has taught me, then faster and faster. She was moaning through her gag and her hips were bucking against mine as best she could make them and I could tell she was going to cum soon. "Remember when that was us?" Mother's voice was dreamy and a little breathless, Auntie's fingers still buried deep in her pussy. "Oh yes. You were always such a good Pretty." I snuck a glance at them and they were both watching me and Cunt with soft, hooded eyes. I must have slowed down while watching them because Cunt moaned impatiently through her gag so I tried to focus on her, like Mother says I should when I'm fucking someone, but it was hard when I heard Mother and Auntie talk about how they used to fuck each other. But I did my best to concentrate and watch for Cunt's reactions to what I was doing, varying my speed, and not letting her cum until Mother said so even though she was really close. I faltered again when I heard Mother moan and gasp and I couldn't keep from looking at them again. Mother was leaning back on Auntie's lap and she was squeezing her breasts while Auntie was kissing her neck and rubbing her pussy fast, and then Mother came. She was drawing shuddering breaths and I could see her juices running down Auntie's fingers. I couldn't tear my eyes away. When Auntie Julie saw me watching she grinned and winked at me! Then she motioned for me to keep fucking Cunt and mouthed "Let her cum", so I sped up and fucked my sister harder and faster until she came on my toy cock, her hips bucking against mine. Without Mother to tell me what to do next I felt a little lost so I just pulled out of Cunt's pussy and curtsied for Auntie, but she was busy kissing Mother. It took a few minutes before they noticed me again but then Mother waved me over to the couch and made room for me between them, each putting a hand on my thigh when I was snuggled in between them. "You did well, Pretty", she said, and I blushed and thanked her. Then she said to Auntie, "Do you remember that thing Mother used to have you do? Watch this." She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "Suck your cock, Pretty. Show Auntie how flexible you are." I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Mother had made me practice this a lot and not every Pretty could do it. I slid down, then pulled on my legs with my hands and curled up so I could take the toy cock into my mouth, sucking my sister's pussy juice from it. I heard Auntie Julie gasp. "She can take the whole thing? I never managed that! Oh, you must be so proud." "Oh, I am. My Pretty makes me proud every day." Mother leaned down to kiss my neck while I was working my lips up and down the toy cock and at that moment I was happier than I had every been. They both watched me for a little while, touching me with soft fingers. When Mother said I could stop I uncurled and gasped for air, my face flushed and the hem of my dress all wet from spit that had run down the shaft of the toy cock. "Would you like to fuck her now? I know how you like to fuck little Pretties." Mother's voice was still proud and she stroked my cheek the way she does when she wants me to know she loves me. "Very much." Auntie Julie pulled me closer to her and kissed me, one of her hands cupping my tit. "I'll get you something suitable. Take that one off, will you Pretty? I'm sure Auntie Julie wants to see all of your pussy when she's fucking it." I couldn't answer with Auntie Julie's tongue in my mouth so I just nodded. I tried to take the toy cock off right away, but it was difficult because Auntie Julie kept distracting me with her hands. She pinched my nipples just right so they sent a hot wire right to my belly, and she put two fingers inside me and fingered my pussy so I almost came right away! I was so wet and her fingers made soft, squelching sounds when they went in and out of me. Thinking of beautiful Auntie Julie fucking me was making me tremble with excitement! But she must have been working on the straps too because when Mother came back Auntie Julie had just taken the toy off me. Mother showed me the one she'd picked out for us - it was one of her biggest ones, bigger than any she had used on me before. "I think this is a good time for you to try this." She smiled at me, her voice soft and calm. That was good because I was really nervous! Auntie Julie had never fucked me before, and now her first time with me would be with a really big cock! I must have looked scared because Mother sat down beside me and held me close while Auntie Julie put the toy on over her pants. I couldn't look away from the huge toy cock, shivering at the thought of having it in my little pussy. "Don't worry, Pretty. You've had cocks almost this big before, and Auntie Julie would never do anything that was bad for you." I noticed very distinictly that she didn't say it wouldn't hurt me, but Mother says that sometimes pain is part of learning to be a better Pretty. I was still really scared but I nodded. "And I'll be right here with you the whole time." Mother sat back on the couch, then pulled me up on her lap. She used her own legs to spread mine and held my hands in hers. "I'll hold you all through it." Auntie Julie kneeled down between our legs, spreading lube over the big toy cock with her hands. It was big enough that she could grip it with one hand over the other and she couldn't close her fingers around it and I got scared again, but Mother held me and hushed me and made me feel safe. "Come, Julie. Come fuck your little Pretty." Auntie Julie nodded, then leaned forward to kiss me. She stroked my hair, then took my tits in her hands and played with them, then pinched my nipples again which made me gasp, and then I realized she was already inside me! The toy felt really big inside me but it didn't hurt, not really, even though I felt it stretching me. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you now, Pretty." Auntie Julie looked deep into my eyes, then started fucking me. She took it slow at first, so when she started to go deeper and faster I was almost used to how big the cock was inside my little pussy. I had the dress pulled up so she could see properly when it went in and out, but I was looking at her face the whole time. It was so lovely and she looked just like Mother does when she fucks me, like she loved me more than anything in the whole world and loves fucking me more than anyone else. It made me feel so safe and loved that I could finally relax. Mother was still holding my hands and kissing my neck and shoulder and behind my ear, and I closed my eyes and just focused on the sensations they were giving me. Auntie Julie was breathing harder now and fucking me faster, and it felt so good! The cock wasn't too big at all, it was wonderful, it filled me up and it was going to make me cum real soon! Mother must have sensed that I was trying to hold back because she told me to just relax and cum when I wanted and I couldn't even speak to thank her because right then Auntie Julie pushed deep, deep inside me and I came right away! My whole body arched and I think I cried out a little, but when I could think again she was still fucking me, slower now, but soon she was going deep and fast again and I came again and again as she kept fucking me. I don't think she took that toy off more than a few minutes for the rest of her visit, and I lost count of how many times she fucked me. She fucked me while Mother was preparing dinner, while we were eating, after I had put away the dishes, when we watched a movie of Mother fucking Cunt, when we went to bed, during the night, just when I was waking up, and all through the next day. She fucked me when we all went out for a walk, in the shower, even while I was brushing my teeth! The last time was up against her car just before she left, and I didn't want her ever to leave but Mother said she'll come back to visit soon again. I can't wait!

Chapter 0 - Flash Forward

               “Oh, please, master fuck me harder!” Gardie screamed in pleasure, gasping at every thrust as I was screwing her from behind.  “Please master! Spank my ass while you fuck me!”                 Just hearing her say that made me go into overdrive; just knowing she wants me inside her that bad made me go insane.  I lifted up her flowing, dress-like cloak so that I could see her perfect ass as I plowed into her.  Gardie’s moans began to grow louder and higher pitched with my increased speed and I knew she was close to climax.  I didn’t stop pumping until I saw her arch her back, her green hair almost reaching my face.  I got a whiff of her intoxicating smell, which combined with the sensation of her pussy tightening as she came.  I thrust deeper, until she tightened with such force, my cock was pushed out.  I felt the warm rush of her squirting cum onto the ground, wetting the floor beneath us.                 “You’re going to have to clean that up before Kat gets home.  She won’t be happy with fairy cum on her bedroom floor.” I smirked as I slammed into her again, not giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm.  Her knees buckled slightly from the intense pleasure, which made her pussy tighten again.                 “Yes, master!  I’ll clean it, but please make me cum more!”  Gardie begged as she reached orgasm once again, spraying more love juice over the floor and her legs.  She began to collapse, so I lifted her onto Kat’s bed, placing her facing me on her back, with her legs spread open.  Gardie looked at me as I did this, her beautiful red eyes scanned my body up and down, getting off on just knowing all of me was hers.  She blushed brightly and slightly covered her large, pale breasts, becoming embarrassed at how I could see all of her.  I smiled, also knowing that she was mine.  I loved how beautiful she was, and admired how she was different from me.  The way her chest horn sat perfectly between her breasts and how her pink pussy offset the pale white of her legs and tummy.  Just the thought of interspecies intimacy made me feel hot, so I leaned into her and slid my cock inside her.                 “I want you to cum on my tits, master.  Please, I want to feel you cum on my chest!”  Gardie breathed to me as I started thrusting harder.  “Cum for me, master!”  At that final moaned request, I felt my orgasm coming fast.  I quickly pulled my dick from inside her, to which she quickly sat up and pressed her breasts together around her horn.  I grabbed my member and used Gardie’s natural lubricant to jack myself off aiming right for her chest.  I felt a sudden rush of pleasure and let out a loud moan as I shot cum on her chest.  Load after load shot out and covered her boobs with white fluid.  Semen began to pool and drip down her bright pink nipple towards her stomach.  I slumped over as I finished my climax and fell on the bed next to my lover.                 Gardie turned towards me as she sensually rubbed my cum over her chest.  “You know, I could say that human semen is good for my psychic abilities, or that it makes my species skin soft.  But I’d be lying…I like the feeling of it.  It’s warm and satisfying.”  She smiled as she lapped some off of her small, green hands.  I looked over at her and chuckled between my heavy breathing.  “Aw, master…you look tired…” then her face suddenly lit up and she excitedly asked, “Did I tire you out?  Am I that good?”  Her face was beaming with happiness, which made me grin like a goof.                  “You are amazing, Gardie.  I can’t imagine what some of your psychic abilities could do to make that better.”  I laughed and wiped sweat from my brow.                 “You’ll see one day” she smiled.  “Speaking of which, see if this helps, master.”  Gardie closed her eyes and glowed with an intense white light, which sent a light flash all around me.  Instantly, I felt all fatigue escape my body and I felt healthier than I had ever in my life.  As the light faded, I saw Gardie’s beautiful face start to appear as my eyes adjusted again.  “Better?” she asked curiously.                 “Much…better than ever, actually.  What was that?” I questioned in awe.                 “Heal Pulse.  It’s something I learned from leveling my psychic powers.  You helped me get to that level of ability, so I figured you should be the first I try it on.”                 “You always find new ways to amaze me, Gardie.  Your powers are so fascinating.”                 Gardie shrugged playfully and smirked. “Hey, wanna help me clean this off?”  She grinned devilishly.  I saw a mischievous glint in her eyes and gulped as she pounced on her, trying to wipe my fluids on me.                  “Aw, come on!  That’s just not right!”  I laughed, clumsily trying to shuffle away from my attacker.                  “Try it!  Come on, master!”  She giggled playfully.  At this I rolled her on her tummy and smacked her ass.  She shuddered slightly and looked at me.  “Oh alright I’ll have it all to myself!”                 “You can keep it” I grinned.  “Now let’s quickly clean up our mess before Kat gets home.  I don’t think she’ll be insanely happy with her best friend fucking his Pokemon on her bed…or getting said Pokemon’s cum all over her floor…”                 “I can handle this” Gardie said confidently.  As she closed her eyes and channeled her psychic powers, she used telekinesis to clean the mess we had made.  Before I could even move to help, she had the stains cleaned, showing no trace of any sex in the room.                 “Again, you never cease to amaze.” I looked at the clean room in wonder. I began to quickly dress myself with the discarded clothes I had tossed on the bed. “Now let’s get back downstairs, Kat could be home any minute.”                 “Race you downstairs, master!” Gardie said excitedly.                 “Alright let’s g- hey wait…” I realized what was going to happen the second Gardie vanished into thin air.  I heard her voice from downstairs call,                 “Hey master, what’s taking so long?”                 I sighed, knowing that I had walked right into that one.  I chuckled, heading downstairs to join her.  

Chapter 2 - Julia and the Stocks Whores

This story contains f/f, m/f, incest, BDSM, and bondage. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Julia was bored. Wednesday after lunch was always slow but today was extreme, with only one of the five girls busy. The other four had their auto-dildos on slow to keep them from dropping too much and she'd probably have to increase that to medium soon, and that meant more paperwork and Mr Jacobs being on her ass about regulations and shit like she didn't know her fucking job. She missed working over on King Street where they were a bit more relaxed. Still, days like this it was still better to be the hostess than a stocks whore. At least she could fuck them as much as she wanted while they just had to wait. She'd done Chantelle twice, Em once, and that new girl Stacy four times - it was site policy to do as much as possible to get the first-timers used to their jobs and Mr Jacobs was very strict about policy, so she made sure the new ones always got more than anyone else. Not that she minded with this one. Some who were new were all tense and had to be treated with kid gloves, but Stacy was responsive and came easily. Julia was sure she would be very popular once she was broken in. The guy who'd been fucking Chantelle finished inside her, then walked up to her face and stuck his cock in her mouth so she could clean it off while he played with her tits. Julia glanced at the watch, but while the guy had used up his time slot it wasn't like anyone else was waiting so she kept her mouth shut. Screw Mr Jacobs anyway. Once he'd turned in his ticket and collected his items with some comment about how nice it was to be able to take your time she got Chantelle cleaned up, then took yet another round to make sure all the girls were strapped in tightly and comfortably and their gag rings were on right. She was just about finished when she heard someone by the door making a discreet noise. She looked up and saw a couple in their fifties smiling and waving to her, the man tall and thin with dark hair tinged with grey and the blonde woman short and curvy. Happy for the interruption she hurried to her post behind the counter. "Welcome! How can I be of service?" "Right! I'm John, John Vanderhook - how do you do - and this is my lovely wife, Laura - say hello Laura -" "Hello!" The woman smied with her whole face and waved again. "- and we're here to visit our daughter -" "Stacy." "Yes, I was just getting to that Laura dear - yes, Stacy, Stacy Vanderhook, it's her -" "It's her first week here!" "Yes, as I was saying, it's her first week here and we wanted to make sure she's doing alright and, my there's not a lot going on here, is there?" "Empty as the head of a vacuum-salesman's wife." "Ha ha, yes! What a lovely joke, Laura dear. Now, where is our girl? Oh, and it's alright if we take a time slot with her, isn't it? Since there's no line, I mean." It took Julia a second to recover from the barrage of words and friendly smiles. "Oh, yes, of course! Family is always welcome." "Good! Excellent! Laura will get herself strapped in so to speak - over there, Laura -" "Yes, yes, I see them!" The woman handed her purse to her husband and then went over towards the right side of the dildo display where the biggest strap-ons were. "- and maybe you can help me get Stacy ready?" "Absolutely. If you'll just leave anything you want to deposit here?" John handed over Laura's purse and his jacket, then put the deposit ticket in his back pocket, tapping it three times. "Right! It seems Laura's ready so let's get this show on the road!" He rubbed his hands and grinned. Julia led him over to Stacy at station three. Currently she was strapped down on her back with her legs spread and her knees raised, her wrists cuffed together under the padded table. Her head was supported by a separate unit with the gag ring keeping her mouth open, and like all the girls she had on a padded blindfold as well as earbuds playing soothing music. The auto-dildo was going in and out of her nicely wet pussy. Julia knelt down to pull one of the earbuds out. "Your parents are here to see you so I'll disconnect the machine and turn the music off so they can talk to you, okay?" Stacy nodded as best she could, not that her wishes mattered. When you did your weeks as a stocks whore you were everyone's property but your own. Julia replaced Stacy's earbud, then turned off the machine fucking her, pulled the dildo out, and folded the apparatus down under the table, locking it into place so it wouldn't get in the way. "She's all yours! I assume you know how everything works?" "Excellent, thank you miss! Yes, I think we can manage. These look like the same model we have over on 12th where I usually go." He grinned and gave her a wink, so she smiled back, nodded, and went back to Chantelle to reverse the operation she had just performed at Stacy's station by unlocking and engaging the black girl's auto-dildo. She put her on slow since she had just been fucked, then went about putting the other three on medium and damn the paperwork. She knew how boring it was to just lie there with no customers. Meanwhile Laura had taken off her skirt to strap on the Black Stallion, one of the longest and thickest dildos they had available. She hadn't pegged Stacy for a size queen since she came nicely from the normal-sized ones, but apparently her mother knew her better - or maybe it was just what she herself preferred. Stacy may have been their daughter, but right now she was public property to be used in any way desired. John had taken off his pants and underwear, which was more than most guests bothered with, and was stroking himself hard while fondling Stacy's soft breasts and describing to her what her mother was doing. "She's found a big one, oh my, big indeed! It's making her a bit wobbly, I think! Ha ha! Now she's going to drop the table down a bit so she can get up between your legs without standing on her itty-bitty tippy-toes - oh, don't give me that look, my dear, you know I find you entirely adorable, pint-sized that you may be! Ha ha!" He slapped his cock against the side of her face while Laura adjusted the height of the table to be more comfortable for her short frame. "Measure that against her leg, would you dear? It's not quite as long as your thigh but nearly as thick! That should do you good, don't you think? Ha ha!" Julia glanced over and it seemed like Stacy was breathing hard, whether in fear or anticipation she couldn't tell. Not that it mattered. "And don't worry about disturbing the other girls because I'll be keeping your mouth busy! Ha ha!" He gave one of Stacy's breasts a squeeze that made her moan loudly, then lowered Stacy's head-rest to give him full access to her mouth. He looked up when his wife moved in close between their daughter's legs and slapped the massive dildo down on her stomach. "Ha ha, can you feel that? That's how deep it's going, ha ha!" The tip of the black rubber cock almost reached Stacy's breasts and Julia could see the girl's body shiver. Laura slowly backed away, dragging the dildo down over Stacy's body, down to her navel, the dark-blonde curly hairs on her mound, down to her shaved, puffy lips. "Better get going, mother, or someone else will come steal our spot!" He turned to wink at Julia who tore herself away from watching the family to glance at the entrance, then hurried over to greet the people there. She heard a quivering moan from Stacy being muffled just before it turned into a scream, assuming both her parents had started doing what John had described. A glance in their direction while she gave out tickets to the slim asian girl and suit-clad man who had been waiting confirmed that Laura had the huge dildo halfway into her daughter's pussy and her father was throat-fucking her slowly. The girl wanted Em and the man Chantelle, so Julia helped them with the preparations, every so often looking over at the Vanderhooks. She told herself it was to make sure Stacy wasn't being used too roughly - she was new, after all - but mostly she was just getting excited at watching them. Laura had the dildo almost all the way inside Stacy now, pulling it halfway out with each thrust. Julia thought she could see Stacy's abdomen bulge each time the thick rubber piece was pushed inside her, and her throat was definitely bulging from her father's cock. John was fucking his daughter's mouth with deep, hard thrusts that showed he'd put a lot of practice into it. The man in the suit adjusted Chantelle's table so that her knees were on either side of her face and her ass was raised in the air, then started fucking her ass. She gasped and moaned, her body quivering with every thrust. Julia had helped the asian girl position Em on all fours. She was strapped in tight with her shoulders down and her ass up, and the customer had put on a double-pronged dildo she was just now pushing into Em's ass and pussy. Soon she was fucking her hard, pulling her head back by her red hair with one hand and smacking her ass with the other, a concentrated look on her face. When Em started cumming she increased her speed and pulled harder on her hair, making the bound girl cry out in pain and ecstasy. Em and Chantelle had both been here for a couple of months so she wasn't worried about the way they were treated. It was all part of the service and they were used to it. There were no more customers coming in and watching Stacy and her parents were starting to get her hot so she went over to Daisy's station. Daisy was a skinny little brunette who didn't see much action, but she had a talent for eating pussy and that was just what Julia wanted right now. She lowered Daisy's table and put up the knee rests, then removed the gag ring. Daisy face was flushed and she was breathing hard, and even as Julia climbed up to kneel over her face the bound girl cried out from the orgasm she just got from the auto-dildo working in her pussy. Julia steadied herself with one hand and used the other to pinch and pull at Daisy's stiff little nipples, looking off to her side to watch the other stations. The man in the suit was balls-deep in Chantelle's ass, Em's cheeks were glowing red from the asian girl's spanking as she fucked her, and from the way Stacy was straining against her straps she was cumming hard, the massive strap-on all the way inside her now. Even as she came her father strained to push his cock even deeper down her throat, grunting hard as he came, his sperm spilling out of her mouth. Daisy's tongue was working wonders on her clit and she didn't have a single thought to spare for Mr Jacobs and his paperwork as she started to cum, her hips bucking against the face of the stocks whore. Maybe this would turn out to be a good day after all.

Chapter 3 - Fucking Friday Night

When I got home that afternoon Mom met me at the door with a hug, a kiss and a big hard-on. Lily was working and Tina was staying over with some friends so I was the first one home - Mom only works half-days at the store. "How was school, honey?" I didn't have time to answer before she was kissing me again, her lips parted and her hands gripping my ass and pulling me close. I returned the kiss and pressed myself against her, feeling her big soft breasts and her hard cock against me. She walked me backwards towards the living room without breaking the kiss ungil I fell back on the sofa. She kneeled between my legs and pulled me out to the edge of the seat, then dove in between my legs and pressed her mouth against my naked crotch. She kissed my pussy, like a proper kiss with tongue, and then started licking me and swirling her tongue over my clit. I was already a bit wet from making out with Amanda on the bus ride home so Mom soon had me panting and pushing my hips against her face. "Please fuck me, Mom! I want your cock inside me!" "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, baby." I just nodded impatiently and tried to grab her cock, I needed it in me so bad. She rose up on her knees and rubbed e tip of her cock along my slit before placing it against my entrance. When she started to push inside I closed my eyes and clawed at the cushions just to keep from cumming right away. Mom must have misinterpreted this because she started to pull out, asking me if I was okay. "Yes! Don't stop! Please fuck me Mom! Fuck me now!" I looked up at her and saw the worried frown melt away into a smile, and she pushed inside me again. I gasped as her big cock stretched me open, as always loving the way she felt inside me. She leaned forward, pushing more of her thick shaft inside me, then kissed me again. I returned the kiss eagerly, gtaking hold of her shoulders and puling her against me, then moving them down to her hips, urging her to push deeper. She wasn't late to follow my wishes, and began to fuck me with short thrusts. I fell back on the sofa, Mom leaning down to kiss my breasts as she continued fucking me, going deeper inside me with each thrust of her long, thick cock. She was leaning with her hands against the back of the couch now, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she fucked me harder and harder, both of us getting close to cumming, racing each other, her lust-shaded eyes locked in mine... And that was when the doorbell rang. Both of us stopped for a moment, surprised and confused. Was someone coming to visit? Did we have time to finish before we let them in? My mind was a blank; all I could think was that I wanted Mom to keep fucking me and to hell with anyone else. I was about to say as much when Mom yelled "It's open!" before thrusting her hips forward again, making me gasp as her cock went even deeper inside me. I heard the front door open but after that I was lost in the sensation of Mom's thick shaft going in and out, in and out, in and out of my aching pussy, pushing me ever closer to my climax. I was vaguely aware of someone sitting down beside me on the sofa, two people, one on each side, then hands caressing me, stroking my hair, touching my breasts, sliding over my skin, lips kissing me, tongues licking me, and when I suddenly had one mouth sucking each of my nipples just as Mom increased her pace and started fucking me in the way I knew meant she was close to cumming it pushed me over the edge and I came, came hard, my body arching up on the sofa, the other two people there holding me down and continuing to suck my nipples as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. When I heard Mom draw a deep shuddering breath and plunge herself all the way inside me I came again, the sensation of spurt after spurt of her cum filling me increasing my pleasure even more. When Mom slowed down and then stopped I slowly came down from that incredible high, the sucking mouths on my nipples continuing to send lines of fire to my belly that caused small aftershocks. They let go when Mom leaned in to kiss me again, the motion causing her still semi-hard cock to push deeper again, giving me another mini-orgasm. I answered her kiss weakly, too spent to push myself upright. I at least managed to brush the hair from my eyes and look around, seeing that the girls sitting on either side of me were Tall Suzy and her younger sister Liz. (A few years ago she insisted on being called "Elizabeth" but now she was happy being Liz.) They both kissed me greetings, and when Mom pulled out she and Liz traded places, Mom plopping down on the sofa beside me and Liz sliding down to the floor and in between Mom's legs. Tall Suzy must have fucked someone just before they left or she would have been eager to do so now, but while her cock was getting hard she seemed content to stroke it a little herself while watching her little sister licking and sucking Mom's cock. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention I invited the girls over", Mom said. "I figured with your sisters gone until tomorrow we could use some company." I assured her that it was all fine and then excused myself to the bathroom - after a full day of school and this intense fuck session I sorely needed a shower. When I came back Liz was still kneeling between Mom's legs, but by now Mom's cock was fully erect again and Liz could barely get the tip inside her mouth. Tall Suzy was kneeling behind her on the floor, just about to push her cock inside her sister's pussy. Watching little Liz' dark-skinned fingers gripping and stroking my mother's cock while she did her best to please her with her mouth just as her sister was about to fuck her from behind made me completely forget that I had been tender and mellow just a few minutes ago. I sat down on a chair to watch and when I slid one hand down between my legs I felt I was already wet. Liz was trying to concentrate on sucking Mom's cock but she was having a hard time of it with her sister starting to fuck her. Once Suzy found her pace Liz had to remove her mouth from Mom's cock because she couldn't focus enough anymore, but she did her best to keep stroking her. She could barely reach around Mom's shaft with both hands and she had to lean her elbows on Mom's thighs to keep her balance. Mom put her hands over Liz' and helper her keep a steady stroke for a while, but when Suzy started fucking her faster she had to give up and just hold on. I watched her small, firm breasts bounce with each hard thrust from her sister's cock and soon she was panting and moaning, her skin covered by a sheen of sweat. Tall Suzy took a firm grip on her sister's hips and increased her pace even more. Liz tossed her head back, her thin braids flying every which way as she came, crying out her pleasure and begging her sister not to stop. I glanced at Mom and she was watching as intently as I was, she stroking her massive cock, me rubbing my pussy. I saw Suzy bite her lip and forcibly restrain herself as she pulled her foot-long cock out of her sister's pink, wet slit, obviously without having cum herself. She looked up at Mom. "She's ready for you now." Mom looked down at Liz who was barely able to hold on to Mom's legs. "Is she right? Are you ready for a bigger cock now?" Liz nodded, drawing ragged breaths. "Please fuck me, Mrs. Harmony. Fuck me with your big cock. I want it. I need it now. Please!" Mom pulled her face up to hers and gave her a long, lingering kiss, then climbed down behind her, positioning the tip of her cock at the entrance of the girl's newly fucked pussy. She started to push inside, and I could see she was trying to hold back while at the same time being too horny not to move forward. Tall Suzy sat down on the sofa and stroked her little sister's hair as Mom's cock went deeper and deeper inside her. She was stroking herself almost absent-mindedly, her cock still glistening with her sister's juices. Mom was halfway inside Liz now and had started pulling out before pushing deeper, fucking her with long, slow movements, going just a little bit deeper each time. Liz had one hand between her legs, rubbing herself as Mom's cock went in and out of her. I was getting close to cumming again, but I wanted more than my fingers inside me. I moved over to sit beside Suzy and took over stroking her cock, then put the tip inside my mouth. I tried to keep my head tilted so I could watch Mom and Liz while I swirled my tongue around the edge of her glans, one hand stroking her and one fingering myself. Suzy was leaning back now, also watching, her hands on her breasts playing with those hard, dark nipples. Mom was all the way inside Liz now, fucking her with long, slow strokes. She pulled out almost all the way before pushing back inside, her whole massive cock sliding back and forth, in and out. Every time she pushed inside Liz moaned and begged for more, harder, faster, but Mom was taking her time, savoring the moment. I moved my mouth away from Suzy's cock and placed kisses everywhere on her skin I could reach while still stroking her. She was growing impatient, her hips bucking up against my hand. My own desire was growing as well, and when I couldn't wait any longer I climbed up on her lap and positioned myself over her cock, still facing Mom and Liz. Her hands helped me guide her inside me, and I slowly lowered myself over her, taking her cock inside me inch by inch. Her hands moved over me, stroking my skin, going through my hair, caressing my breasts and slipping in between my legs. When I was halfway down I started to ride Suzy's cock, loving the feel of it inside me. Her hands kept moving over me, urging me on. By the time I was slapping my ass against her thighs, all of her cock inside me, Mom had turned Liz over on her back and had her legs over her shoulders. They were looking deep into each other's eyes, Liz sometimes closing hers when Mom pushed all the way inside. Both of them were whispering to each other, Mom how pretty Liz was, how tight her pussy felt around her cock, how lovely it was to fuck her, Liz answering by telling Mom she loved having her big cock inside her, how she wanted to cum so much, how she was so close, how she wanted Mom's cum inside her. Suzy's hand was working fast between my legs now, rubbing my clit as I rode her cock. When I saw Liz begin to buck and shiver as she came I couldn't hold back any longer and came together with her. Mom held out a little longer, fucking Liz hard and fast, but soon she came as well, tossing her blonde hair back as she gasped and pumped little Liz full of her hot sperm. I heard Suzy's breath getting ragged and irregular and once I regained control of my senses I slipped off her which made her protest until I got down on my knees in front of her and took the tip of her cock in my mouth, using my hands to push my breasts around her shaft. When I sensed she was close again I took my mouth off her and started stroking her with both hands. "I want your cum on me", I said, "on my face, on my breasts, anywhere you want to put it. I want to feel it on my skin, every drop of it. Cum on me. Cum on me. Cum on me." She half-rose from the sofa and pushed me backwards. I tumbled onto my back, my legs spread, putting my hands on my breasts and squeezing them for her as she stood over me, stroking herself, watching me with lust-glazed eyes. When she heard Liz cum again as Mom kept fucking her through her own climax she came, shooting long streams of hot, sticky cum all over my body, from the tops of my thighs all the way up, thick gobs of it landing on my tummy, my pussy, my breasts, my face, my hair, my open mouth. Then she collapsed back on the sofa again, the last few drops of cum landing on her own chest as she kept stroking herself. Beside me I heard Mom and Liz finally slowing down, Liz almost sobbing with exhausting pleasure, Mom panting heavily. I laid back on the floor, just enjoying the sensation of Suzy's cum on my skin, the slowly slowing sounds of everyone's breaths. After a few minutes Liz and Mom shifted over to start licking Suzy's sperm from my skin, and soon Suzy joined them too. It became a kind of game involving licking, kissing and trying to distract each other with pinches and slaps and soon we were all reduced to a giggling, cuddling heap on the floor. I needed another shower, but I was pretty sure I'd get some company this time. And after dinner Mom would probably be horny again...

Chapter 1 - Barbara's Dinner Invitation

"Mick? Are you home?" Barbara closed the front door behind her, wincing as she stepped out of the heels she had worn all day, then shook out her hair. "Dad's up with Lucy." Barbara smiled at her son Bobby. He was in nothing but sweatpants, his skin glistening fro the workout she must have interrupted. She admired his sculpted arms and torso - not as grotesquely muscled as some, but a nicely solid, toned body. "They've been at it all day." True enough, she could hear her daughter squealing somewhere upstairs in time with flesh slapping against flesh. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it on a chair, then waved Bobby closer as she unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes drifted down to her chest, and when she turned her back he unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts as he slid it off her. He kissed her shoulder, then up her neck to nuzzle under her ear, nipping at her ear lobe while his hands slid down her stomach to the edge of her panties, then back to her breasts. She was quite proud of them, still full and firm, and the way her son lavished attention on them always made her feel special. She used to think it was just a young man and any pair of tits, but she had seen him with enough other women, including ones even more buxom than herself, to know that he had a particular affection for hers. She felt his hard cock through his sweatpants and reached back to fondle it through the soft material. "Poor baby, have you been like this all day?" He removed one hand from her breasts long enough to pull his pants down enough for his cock to get free and she took it in her hand and stroked it gently. "Dad let me have Lucy when he was out doing errands after lunch, and Mrs. Wilson came by to drop off some things." She laughed softly. "You haven't been suffering too badly then." She turned around in his arms and kissed him, his strong arms lifting her up. "No... but I missed you." "Aw, my poor baby." She smiled into the kiss and lightly raked her nails down his back, enjoying his slight shiver. "So you haven't done anything by yourself?" She squeezed his cock softly. "No." He blushed, which made her heart melt. "I, uh, I forgot." It was, sadly, a plausible explanation. Bobby was good at a lot of things. Well, a couple of things. Either way, remembering to see to his own sexual needs was not among them. "Do you want Mommy to take care of you?" "Yes." He was almost breathless, his hands all over her. "Do you want to fuck Mommy? Make her cum on your big, hard cock?" She had one hand between them, stroking his cock, while the other kneaded his ass. "Yes!" It was closer to a groan than a word, but his meaning was unmistakable. If he had been more active - if his chip hadn't been an older Gamma-series, where action and forethought were quite limited - he probably would have carried her off to have his way with her by now, but as it was he was helpless to proceed without a cue. She had considered upgrading him to a Beta-chip like the one she had had her husband fitted with (he needed to be able to run the household, and she was still quite fond of him so she had wanted to preserve most of his personality) but the cost was fairly steep even with her employee discount, especially on top of the monthly payments on her own Alpha. Plus she rather liked him this way, as her own little sex toy. "Then you had better take off Mommy's panties." He fumbled with them, still kissing her lips, her face, her neck, so she gave his shoulders a little downwards push. He quickly kneeled, almost losing his balance from the sweatpants around his legs, then yanked her panties down to her knees and buried his face between her legs. Barbara had to steady herself on his shoulders when he began to lick her, his mouth knowing her pussy so well. And there were his fingers as well, stroking, probing, then sliding inside her. When he had two fingers plunging into her and his tongue insistently flicking her clit she came, only his arm around her waist keeping her from collapsing onto the floor. Though Bobby didn't have nearly the same level of skill, patience, or passion for cunnilingus as his father he did have enthusiasm and youthful energy and sometimes that was enough. "Oh baby, that was really nice... I think you've earned a good fuck now." When she could stand again she kissed him, then took hold of his cock and led him up the stairs to her bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed with her. Even when she rolled on top of him he was all over her, his hands roaming her body as his mouth made love to her breasts, kissing, sucking, licking, nipping at her stiff nipples. She stroked his hair, slid her hand over his strong arm. "Mommy's big boy." She pushed her leg in between his and rubbed her thigh against his cock, making him moan against her breast. "Mommy's big boy." She grinned down at him. He was big, but not too big. She could enjoy a really big cock but for everyday fucking she preferred something solid but more manageable, and Bobby's was just right for her: Long and thick but not so big that he needed to take it slow with her when she wanted him, and not bigger than what she could get down her throat if she wanted. "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me now." She slid off him and pulled him up behind her, rubbing her ass against his cock. When she lifted her leg to give him netter access he didn't hesitate, and soon he was all the way inside her. She sighed with pleasure, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. His breath was hot and ragged against her neck and she could tell that he was struggling to keep the slow pace she set. "Mommy's little sweetheart. Young, dumb, and full of cum. That's you, isn't it?" Her words were teasing but her tone gentle, and she knew he took it as a compliment. "Y-yes, Mom. Can we... can we please go a little faster? Your pussy feels so good..." "Not yet, honey. Mommy wants to enjoy this a little longer." She closed her eyes and did just that. His strong body against her back, his hand on her breast, his lips against her neck and shoulder, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her, her own slowly growing excitement... It was a perfect moment, and she wanted it to last. She also had to admit that she enjoyed having this much power over her big, strong son. She managed to keep her slow pace for several minutes, but Bobby's hands, mouth, and thrusting cock soon had her wanting more. She turned around and straddled Bobby, guiding his cock into her with one hand, then bent forward to kiss him. Her hips worked slowly as she raised herself and pushed forward, giving her breasts to his mouth again. He pushed them together with his hands, flicking his tongue over both nipples at once, then sucked them each in turn. She smiled down at her beautiful son, caressing his face. When she increased the pace she had to sit up straighter, sadly depriving her breasts of Bobby's lips and tongue. His hands followed them though, squeezing and caressing as best he could while she bounced up and down on his cock. Barbara was getting close to cumming again and clasped her hands over his, using them to press her breasts against her chest. Then she slid off and laid down on her back, spreading her legs. "Come fuck me, Bobby. Come fuck your mother hard." He was inside her almost before she had finished speaking, his young, strong body working like a machine as he plunged his cock deep inside her again and again and again. "Yes, that's it! That's what Mommy wants!" He could only grunt in reply, his arms going around her back to let him hold her shoulders from behind, pulling her against him with every thrust. Soon she was the one who couldn't talk, her head thrown back as she felt her body tense and then explode in a strong, deep orgasm, her pleasure rising even further when she felt him cum inside her, his hot sperm filling her pussy as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. Afterwards she stayed curled up against his heaving chest for several minutes as they slowly caught their breath, tracing patterns over his chest with her fingers. When she finally got up he made to follow her, but she pushed him back onto the bed. "Rest a little longer. You've earned it." She kissed his forehead, then went to take a much needed shower. --- XXX --- An hour later when they had finished dinner and Bobby was clearing the table while Lucy kneeled under the table with her face between her mother's thighs and her father's cock in one hand, Barbara took Mick's hand and kissed him. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" He smiled, squeezing her hand. "Only every day, my love." They kissed, then joined in stroking Lucy's shaven head. "Oh, I almost forgot. My boss invited me to dinner on Saturday. I got the sense it wasn't optional, but I know you don't like that sort of thing." Mick made a face. They both knew he would go with her if she asked - he knew because that was the kind of husband he was, and she knew because she had an override command for his chip that would make him go along with almost anything she suggested - and probably fake having a good time well enough, but he was always most comfortable at home. "I think it would be rude to come all by myself but I can bring one of the kids. I don't want to leave you all alone." Mick shrugged, then cocked one eyebrow. "This Saturday?" When she nodded he continued, one of his hands now covering Lucy's on his cock, helping adjust her pace. "Tell you what. When Janet dropped by earlier with those tools she asked me to come over to fix her dishwasher and maybe have a quick fuck Saturday afternoon. I don't think it would be hard to convince her to make an evening of it. That way you can take both kids and bring something for everyone." Barbara leaned over to kiss him, then guided Lucy over to kneel in front of Mick. She took over stroking his cock while Lucy sucked the tip. "And that's why I love you." Mick smiled, then closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his breathing growing heavier. Soon Barbara felt his cock spasm in her hand as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into their daughter's eagerly sucking mouth. She only hoped her boss Tom would be as happy with that solution.

Chapter 1 - An Ordinary Morning

I woke up to the familiar sensation of Mom's cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I must have made some noise or stirred because even though I was on my stomach she leaned forward to kiss my neck and whisper "Good morning sweetie". Feeling her breasts against my bare back as she continued to kiss my neck and shoulders made me smile, and I raised my hips against her slow thrusts. "Good morning Mom." She steadied herself on the bed and increased the pace of her thrusts, and I could feel my first orgasm of the day begin to build inside me. This is how we always wake up, me and my sisters. Well, if it's a school day. On the weekends Mom lets us wake her up instead, and that's almost as much fun! Mom was starting to breathe harder and she was pushing her big cock deep inside me now, her hips slapping against my ass with each hard thrust. I was getting close too and the thought of Mom filling me up with her hot cum made me even more excited. By now she had grabbed hold of my shoulders, fucking me hard and fast. I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt my body arching up against her all on its own, my pussy spasming hard around her thick, long cock, and just a few seconds later she came deep inside me, filling me with spurt after spurt of her thick, hot cum. She collapsed on top of me with a satisfied sigh, placing soft kisses over my back, still making slow, gentle thrusts with her softening cock inside me. I twisted around to kiss her on the lips, our tongues sliding against each other, her hand going to my breast and giving it a soft squeeze. Then she pulled out, making me shiver with pleasure, some of her gooey sperm running out to form a small puddle between my legs. She gave my ass a little slap. "Time to get up, honey! I need to go wake your sisters." "Okay Mom", I groaned, though after that nice wakeup call I couldn't complain too much. I guess that's why she does it this way. So yeah, my mom is a futa. She was one of the first, the ones who changed just after the Plague that killed all the men. They still don't know why some women change and some don't or what triggers it. I know I like Mom having a cock, though! I don't know what I would do if I didn't get fucked a couple of times per day, and like most futa Mom is constantly horny so that works out great. Mom gave me a kiss and went to wake up my older sister Lily so I went to the bathroom. Mom wakes me up first most days because I have to catch an earlier bus to school but I don't mind. I don't have to wait for anyone else to finish showering, plus I get her biggest load of cum. I could feel her sperm trickle down my legs as I stepped into the shower so I caught a little of it on my fingers and licked it off. Nothing tastes as good as Mom's cum! When I was done in the bathroom Lily was a little impatient from waiting, but she still gave me a kiss and a hug before going in. I heard my little sister Tina moaning in her room so she was awake too. I peeked in and saw her riding Mom's big cock, her small breasts bouncing. Mom was on her back under her, squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipples, watching her youngest daughter slide up and down on her big cock. Tina only turned eighteen a couple of months back so she's still not used to being fucked regularly and doesn't seem to ever get tired. Lily says she remembers a bit of what things were like before the Plague but I and Tina don't. She was just a few months old then and I hadn't turned two yet. They've taught us in school how things were like and I think everything is much better now. Back then everyone was really uptight about fucking and obviously there were no futa. Men had cocks, but they were tiny! I mean even the biggest ones were really small compared to Mom's and even if hers is pretty big there are plenty who are both thicker and longer. I guess women's pussies were less elastic too, but it still seems like it would be nearly pointless to be fucked by something that was so small. And you could get pregnant without wanting to! That's just crazy! While Lily was in the shower I set the table. I usually wait to get dressed until after breakfast in case I spill something, or in case Mom wants to fuck me again before I go. No such luck today though - I was done with breakfast before Mom and Tina were out of the shower. I could hear them fucking in there again, Tina's impatient cries for Mom to fuck her harder and the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together under the water from the shower. After I put on my school skirt and backpack I said goodbye and left for school, but I was already thinking of when I'd be home again this evening. My teachers and classmates are nice and all, but nobody fucks me like my Mom!

Chapter 2 - Friday In the Futa Future

I was halfway to the bus stop when Amanda and Tall Suzy caught up to me - I'd seen them with the tracker app on my duocles so I'd been walking slow. Amanda was in her school skirt like me, but Tall Suzy was naked as she usually is when the weather is warm. They're both in my class and we usually take the bus together, and sometimes we sleep over with each other's families. I hugged them both, giving Amanda's nipple-ring a little tug and squeezing Suzy's cock. Yeah, she's a futa too since she turned last year. Her cock isn't that big yet, only about a foot when it's hard, but it's still growing, and with how tall she is it will probably be even bigger than Mom's. We made out a little while waiting for the bus, like we always do when there's nothing exciting to talk about. We were all three sitting on the bench with Suzy in the middle, me and Amanda taking turns kissing her while we played with her breasts, stroked her cock and just touched her. Tall Suzy has a great body, really toned and strong, and that smooth dark skin. Not like body-builder big or anything, just nicely athletic. Her cock was starting to go from semi-hard to a full hard-on (like most younger futa she's almost never quite soft) when the bus pulled up. She pouted a bit when we broke off but if we were to wait for the next bus we might be late so there was nothing to be done about it. The bus greeted us all by name and told us there was a wide seat free in the back if we wanted to sit together. I don't know if TrafficAI had been checking up on us through the CityAI cameras or if it was just guessing - I assume it couldn't miss that Tall Suzy was aroused - but either way we weren't going to say no to that. As we walked down the aisle we greeted other girls going to our school or ones we knew from elsewhere. Most were just talking and laughing but as always there were some making out and on one seat a dark-haired girl  was riding a futa who looked enough like her to be her sister, both of them in Judy Climes Memorial white-and-blue skirts. (Most people wear their school skirts and nothing else, like Amanda and me, but some, especially those who have very big breasts, choose a corset or bra instead. Mom said everyone used to wear bras before the plague, that their breasts would sag otherwise. I guess that's another thing that changed.) A few do like Tall Suzy and just wear a hair ribbon in their school colours. Just as the bus had said there was a sideways seat wide enough for three free near the back so we took that, putting Suzy in the middle again. I went back to kissing her and squeezing her breasts - I just love her dark little nipples, they get so hard! But Amanda wasn't content with that anymore; she wen't down on her knees on the floor and wrapped her lips around the tip of Suzy's cock. They locked hands to help her keep steady when the bus moved so I put my hand on Suzy's shaft and started stroking it slowly while Amanda licked and sucked around the tip. Suzy leaned her head back with closed eyes and just breathed. I started kissing the side of her face, her neck and her shoulder while Amanda sucked her big cock, following the pace I set with my hand. Suzy's breathing grew more irregular, turning first into pants and then plaintive moans as my hand and Amanda's mouth started to move faster. When the bus announced the stop before our school Amanda closed her eyes and concentrated, then pushed down, taking Suzy's cock all the way down her throat. Suzy gasped and put her hands on Amanda's head, gripping her blonde pigtails to keep her down there. When Amanda pulled back to draw a breath a thick string of spit connected her lips to the tip of Suzy's cock, and when she dove down on it again Suzy started thrusting up against her mouth, fucking her face with quick, hard thrusts. I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, whispering in her ear how much I loved watching her push her cock deep between Amanda's soft pink lips and just as the bus started slowing down for our stop Suzy half-rose from her seat and came hard, crying out as she pumped a big load of cum down Amanda's throat. We barely got off the bus in time, Amanda wiping tears of exertion from her eyes with a big, cum-dripping smile on her face, both of us helping hold Suzy steady as we climbed down onto the side of the street. When we were down Suzy gave each of us a deep kiss in thanks. I love the way she pulls my head back when she kisses me; she's the only one other than some of the teachers who is tall enough to do that. The SchoolAI sent us reminders to our duocles that our first class (AI programming and configuration, ironically) would start in ten minutes, so we hurried to our lockers to leave our backpacks and then on to our classroom. Our AI teacher is Teacher Francine and she doesn't like anyone running late, even though we'll get the transmissions to our duocles just fine even outside the classroom. She used to be a teacher before the Plague so I guess she's a bit old-fashioned. Not that you'd think she was that old when you look at her: she's slim and her hair is still dark, though I guess she has a few grey hairs. But I've seen pictures of how people her age looked before the Plague and compared to that she looks closer to my age! I'm glad we don't get all wrinkly and saggy anymore, that was pretty disgusting. On Fridays we have a double period of AI and that was one reason we wanted to get Suzy off on the bus, because otherwise she starts to get horny and distracted halfway through and Teacher Francine doesn't like that at all. But today she was nice and friendly because everyone was on time and focused all through the programming exercises she and SchoolAI had set up. I noticed Tall Suzy was getting a little antsy towards the end of the class but she really likes AI programming so I guess that helped her focus on the lesson instead of her cock. After the class we had a longer break before our Language period and right away there was a group of girls around Suzy. She's the only futa in our class and not all girls are lucky enough to have one in their family and share their ride to school with one so there are many who take every chance they get to get fucked by one at school. We were barely out of the classroom before she was leaning up against a wall with two mouths slobbering on her cock and one girl on each arm kissing and rubbing up against her. Amanda went to review her notes but I was starting to feel a bit horny so I decided to stay and watch. It only took a couple of minutes before Suzy's cock was rock hard and she picked Sarah McKenzie, one of the kneeling girls, and turned her around and started fucking her from behind. I found a good seat to watch from on a bench in the corridor and pulled my skirt up so I could rub my pussy. Sarah's red curls bounced as Suzy fucked her hard, clearly impatient to cum after nearly two hours without release. I wet my fingers in my mouth and rubbed them slowly along my slit as I watched Suzy's dark skin against Sarah's pale and freckled. Sarah must have been really excited already because she came almost right away, crying out as she collapsed on the floor with one hand buried between her legs to rub her clit as Suzy kept on fucking her. She was quickly replaced by Third Suzy, her face serious as she went down on all fours beside Sarah, pulling her long brown hair off to one side so she could look back. Tall Suzy let go of Sarah and grabbed onto Third Suzy's hips, biting her lip to control herself and not push all the way in at once. I watched Third Suzy's face as Tall Suzy's cock went inside her, a mixture of anticipation, pleasure and impatience clouding it until it was all the way inside and fucking her. From then on she was completely focused, pushing back to meet Tall Suzy's every move, fully intent on maximizing the pleasure for both of them. Third Suzy seems to have a real knack for timing, because just as Tall Suzy threw her head back and came deep inside her with a couple of deep, hard thrusts she came too, making a quiet little gasp as her body shivered. When Tall Suzy slowly pulled out of her she stretched a hand back between her legs to catch the gobs of sperm leaking out of her pussy, licking the sticky mixture off her fingers with closed eyes and a look of pleasure on her ever-so-serious face. At this point I was quite wet and was fucking myself with three fingers while my other hand went between squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit. When Tall Suzy lay down on the floor and pulled Sarah's sister Patricia on top of her I was almost ready to cum, but I held back a little so I could see the rest. Patricia straddled Tall Suzy and guided her cock inside her with one hand, her knees shaking a little from impatience. Just then I felt a hand on my thigh and when I looked down I found Sarah had crawled in between my legs with an impish look on her face. I smiled and spread my legs for her and she eagerly began to lick my wet pussy. I leaned back and sighed with pleasure, burying one hand in her thick red curls. As she lapped at my clit I watched her sister start to ride Tall Suzy's thick cock, crying out softly each time she took her all the way inside her pussy. Suzy had her hands on her hips, pulling Patricia down and herself up with each thrust, her gaze fixed on the redhead's big, bouncing breasts. I pinched one nipple hard as I watched, and just then Sarah pushed two fingers inside me and began to fingerfuck me and suck on my clit and it didn't take long before I came hard. She fingered me faster, sucking and pressing her tongue against my clit in turns, making my orgasm go on and on and on as I watched her sister fill herself with Suzy's cock again and again. When she cried out that she was cumming that pushed Suzy over the edge and she strained up to fill her pussy with her cock and her cum as she too came, and the sight of that made me cum again, my pussy cramping hard around Sarah's fingers. I think I blacked out for a second, because by the time I looked up again Patricia had been replaced by Rickie, the blonde who transferred to our district a couple of months back. She was riding Suzy slowly and deliberately, sometimes leaning down to kiss her, apparently willing to take her time. I pulled Sarah up so I could kiss her, tasting my pussy on her lips and tongue. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment of tenderness while we listened to our classmates fucking. Sarah sat down on my knee and we just sat and watched for a while, until it was time for Language class. I'd have to review my notes some other time, but damn if it wasn't worth it!

Chapter 4 - Futa Claus

She's making a list She's checking it twice She's gonna find out who's naughty or nice Futa Claus is coming to town She'll fuck you if you're sleeping She'll fuck you if you're 'wake She'll make you cum if you've been good So be good for goodness sake Yes be good for goodness sake Misty couldn't sleep. It was the night before Christmas and she. Just. Couldn't. Sleep. She had counted sheep, she'd had a glass of warm milk, she'd even tried masturbating just to relax but nothing helped. She had turned her pillow over half a dozen times and tried different positions until she couldn't even remember how she would usually lay when she slept. Tonight she would find out for certain if Futa Claus was real. Her friends and classmates all made fun of her for still believing in Futa Claus even though she'd turned eighteen. "She's just a fairytale for little kids", they'd say, "for children", the words dripping with disdain. They'd sneer and snicker when she refused to give in. The thing was, she'd seen her. Well, sort of. Everyone knew Futa Claus was invisible to anyone who was too young, but one Christmas a few years ago when she'd gone up at night to get a glass of water she'd heard noises from her mother's bedroom, and shen she peeked at the door she'd seen... someone... under the covers with her Mom. Yes, it had been dark, but she knew her mother wasn't seeing anyone and there had been nobody else in the house, and the other person had said that her Mom had been "a very good girl", and who else would say something like that? She'd been transfixed, her heart pounding, but then she'd heard that unfamiliar voice speaking more clearly, as if it had turned towards her, and it had said "Nice girls don't spy", and she'd been absolutely terrified and bolted to her room and hidden under the covers, straining her ears to catch any unfamiliar sounds until she finally fell asleep. The next morning her mother had looked really tired but also really happy and she wanted to ask her but she knew what the answer would be: You'll find out when you're older. That's what her mother always said when Misty asked her about Futa Claus. (In fact, that's how her mother answered most of her questions that weren't about her homework, and sometimes even then.) But even though she knew it hadn't been a dream and that she hadn't imagined it, as the years passed she became less and less sure and even though she refused to say anything else she was secretly doubting her own memories of that night. On the face of it the whole thing was ridiculous, of course. How could a single person visit every single woman in the world in a single night? Even if she was some sort of magical holiday spirit it was impossible. Right? And she still couldn't quite tell if the adults and the older girls were telling the truth or if they were just making fun of her for still believing, which made the whole thing even more frustrating. But now she'd find out for real. If only she could fall asleep so time would pass faster! A moment later Misty was woken up by the smell of peppermint and the feeling of weight on top of her. Warm, soft weight. As her mind sluggishly tried to make sense of the sensations she heard a gentle voice. "Hello Misty." The smell of peppermint became overwhelming as the person on top of her kissed her lips, and then she could taste it as a tongue slipped into her mouth. When the kiss ended Misty opened her eyes but her room was pitch black apart from some soft starlight coming in through her window so she could barely make out the contours of the face in front of her. She saw light hair flowing over naked shoulders, framing a face that lay completely in shadow. No, wait. Her room wasn't nearly as dark as it should have been. There were lights everywhere, tiny, multi-colored lights that pulsed slowly. Like... Christmas lights. "F-Futa Claus?" Misty's couldn't produce more than a soft squeak. "Who else?" The woman on top of her - because by now there was no doubt that she was a woman - seemed to smile as she brushed back Misty's hair. There were so many thoughts going through her head that she couldn't focus on any one of them. Futa Claus was real! And she was here! All the words of the stories and songs made her excited and nervous at the same time - would Futa Claus think she'd been a good girl and reward her or would she think Misty was a bad girl and punish her? She shuddered at the memory of some of the stories where Futa Claus found someone particularly naughty and took away her ability to cum for a whole year, driving the girl mad with frustration. It must have been as if her every thought was written on her face, because just as she opened her mouth to nervously ask one of the thousands of questions rushing through her a finger was placed across her lips. "Hush, Misty. Don't worry. You've been a very good girl." Misty suddenly lost a tension she hadn't realized was there. A sudden urge made her wrap her arms around the woman on top of her - the impossible, mythical, fairy-tale woman. "You're real." That was all she managed to say. "Very real. And now you're going to get your present." Then they were kissing again, Futa Claus' lips and tongue enticing her with their warmth and softness and that impossible peppermint taste, and somehow her pajama top came off and now those lips and tongue were going down her neck, down to her breasts, and she could hardly draw breath when they began to play with her nipples. She buried her fingers in Futa's hair and pushed her chest up towards those sucking lips, that swirling, licking, flicking tongue, and suddenly there was a hand between her legs and she didn't even have time to wonder what had happened to her pajama pants before there was a finger inside her and she gasped as the lips on her nipple sucked hard at the same moment. Then Futa Claus shifted on top of her and she realized that the thing she had thought was a leg was in fact something completely different and she barely had time to be scared before the finger was replaced with something much, much bigger, and as she felt Futa Claus push her cock inside her all she could do was spread her legs and lift herself up to receive her gift. Then Futa was kissing her again, their arms wrapped around each other, Futa's hard nipples pressing against Misty's skin. When Futa shifted her position again and more of her big cock slid inside Misty she almost came right away, but somehow she couldn't. Futa Claus began to thrust with her hips and Misty cried out in pure pleasure as she was fucked for the first time, giving herself over completely to the pleasure. Her whole consciousness focused on the intense sensations radiating from her sex, up through the core of her, through her aching nipples and straight into the back of her brain. Every thrust of that massive, glorious cock sent a wave through her, and as the thrusts came closer and closer and went deeper and deeper she began to moan, then whimper, then cry out every time it entered her. For that eternal minute - hour - week - there was nothing else, nothing but the pure delight of being fucked. Then Futa's mouth was back on her breast and there were fingers on her clit and before she could brace herself she came, intensely, explosively, her whole body arching as her pussy spasmed around that thrusting cock. Just as she was starting to come down she felt it twitch inside her and thrust deeper and harder than before and as she came again she felt herself being filled with Futa's hot cum. After that all she could do was gasp for breath, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion. Futa Claus cradled her and placed soft peppermint kisses on her face and neck as she slowly recovered. When she felt Futa's cock slip out of her she weakly reached for it, shivering slightly when she realized that even when it was half back to being flaccid she couldn't quite reach around it with her hand. That was just inside me and it felt awesome. "Already eager for more?" Futa's voice was teasing but kind. Misty giggled, but then she lost her nerve. "Don't you, uh, have to, like, visit a lot of others?" Futa kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about that, Misty. We have all night." A kiss on her neck. Misty's heart leaped at that. "So you'll... stay? A little longer?" "Yes. All night." Another kiss, this time on her lips, and she felt Futa's cock begin to swell in her hand. "And this is a very long night." They kissed again. "Merry Christmas, Misty."

Chapter 0 - Mousie's patreon shoot

Mousie’s patreon had been struggling the last few months. When she started she had released some really daring sets to lure people in but with a decline in quality interest had faltered. I have to turn this around, Mousie thought. She always wanted to be a model and had really enjoyed the attention she had gotten from her pictures. Reading the praise from her patreon supporters always made her horny. But she just hadn’t infested the money and the time to do it properly the last few months. Well this month would be different she had hired a professional photographer and chose one of her sexiest outfits. The day of the shoot had arrived and Mousie felt anxious. She had never shot in front of a stranger before. The doorbell rang and she rushed to open the door. When she opened the door she saw a young man maybe 25 years old with a big bag over his shoulders. Can I help you, she asked. I am the photographer he replied. This surprised Mousie she had found him online. On his website he had showed of samples of his work and she had really enjoyed his photos. But seeing the erotic nature of the pictures she had expected to be a woman’s work. Oh yeah come right. As Mousie led him to the living room she got a little bit exited for a stranger to see her so intimate. I wanted to shoot some photos here and some in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Let me just set up the lights in here and then I am ready to start, he informed her. Let me get dressed or rather undressed and then I am ready, Mousie joked. Mousie had chosen a one piece that was almost al mesh. She had one some pasties to cover her nipples. She had to keep her legs closed or her pussy would show. The G-string completed her outfit. As she inspected herself in the mirror she thought she looked amazing. She covered herself in a bathrobe and went to the living room. You ready she asked. He nodded. She threw the bathrobe aside and her heart thundered as she sat on the couch. What type of photos do you want to take, he asked. She told him about her patreon and showed some of her older photos. The shoot quickly got underway and he helped with posing. These were some of her best photos. After some 30 minutes they both agreed that they had the photos they wanted in the living room. Mousie had noticed his bulge a while ago but hadn’t mentioned it. She was enjoying herself they took some great photos and wasn’t it the point of these photos to be sexy. In the bedroom Mousie had to wait for him to setup the lights again. Do you have any further suggestions, she asked. He hesitated, I would take of the pasties you can basically see everything in this outfit anyway. Mousie thought about and decided why not if she didn’t like it she could just delete those photos anyway. When they started shooting again Mousie was feeling herself like never before. She kept glancing at his bulge wondering how big he was. She decided to be bold and asked, are you enjoying yourself. She grinned when he went completely red. I don’t mind it. Do you want some help with that. He seemed frozen so Mousie crawled towards the end of the bed. She undid his pants and pulled them down together with his underpants. A thick 7 inch cock flopped out. Mousie grinned wickedly, is that because of me, she teased. She grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking him. He groaned in delight. Do you want me to put it in my mouth. He nodded weakly. She put the head in her mouth and swirled her tong around the tip. He whimpered and put his hand on the back of her head and guided his cock further inside. Mousie started gaging halfway but he didn’t relent and she didn’t stop him. After a moment he released her tears where streaking her face. Still holding his camera he decided to take a picture of the beautiful mess that was her face. She laid with her back on the mattress and her head hanging of and asked in a sultry voice, do you want to fuck my face? He didn’t hesitate and guided his dick inside again and started to mercilessly get to work. He tried to go deeper every time while Mousie gagged beneath him. Her face became a mess of tears and spit but she didn’t mind. Mousie loved to get used and the rougher the better. After a while he pulled out and said I got to fuck that round ass of yours. Mousie needed a minute to catch her breath. Meanwhile he was taking some quick pictures. Lube is in the top drawer she said. She turned around and went face down ass up pulled the G-string aside and waited like a  good girl. He put some lube on her hole and started to finger her open. Please just stick it in she pleaded. He quickly complied and pushed his cock inside. She was tight and she groaned mightily but she didn’t ask him to stop. After a few seconds she even started pushing back. They quickly had a steady rhythm going. He spanked her ass while he was fucking her till she was beet red. He grabbed his camera again and took some photos. A little later they changed positions Mousie laid back on the matrass whit her legs over her head as he kept slamming into her tight asshole. She was rubbing her clit furiously and moaning like a woman possessed. So close she croaked. When she came her asshole clenched bringing him to the brink. He quickly pulled out. She got on her knees in front of him with her tongue out she waited for her reward. He came showering her with his cum. She was a mess he quickly took some more photos. She smiled broadly, I think we are done for today. I am exited to see how the photos turn out. After having cleaned herself up she sent her photographer on his way. He would edit the pictures and sent them to her. She would choose the ones she liked and post them on patreon.  

Chapter 4 - Waking Up With Mom and Guests

The next morning I woke up in Mom's bed. That's where we had all ended up last night, after showering (and fucking in the shower), having dinner (and fucking after clearing the table) and watching a couple of movies (with a little bit of fucking between and during those). Sometimes Mom likes to watch a movie from before the Plague, usually one of those "romantic comedies". I think they're mostly pointless as they're always about two people who love each other but don't want to say it, or one of them loves the other and the other doesn't and the first person doesn't want to say anything or something else stupid. Some of them have bits that are funny though, and sometimes it can be fun just to see how weird the world was back then when people wore lots of clothes and everyone drove cars all the time and worried about money. Mom doesn't like it when we watch things about before the Plague without supervision because she says they'll confuse us. I think she's a little bit ashamed of how people acted back then even though she wasn't that old, and it's not like she was the one who started wars or hit people or put toxic stuff in the air and water. But she's kinda right about them being confusing because they talk weird and sometime the Language subtitles don't quite work. Anyway I mostly watch "horror" movies where there's a weird monster or crazy person killing everyone and those I can mostly understand, even if they're scary and the people in them are stupid because they're story stupid and not before-the-Plague-weird stupid, mostly. Anyway, we also watched this cool science adventure "Mars Needs People" about some women on a space station who were tracking comets to see if they could send water to Mars to build a colony there. So after that we went to her bed and fucked some more and then we fell asleep. The last thing I remember was stroking Mom's cock while we both watched Suzy fuck Liz again, though I vaguely recall waking up during the night from Mom and Liz fucking. It could have been a dream or maybe I dreamed it again later because one time I think they were on the space station and fucking in zero G, just like the scientists in the movie. When I woke up the others were still sleeping. I was on Mom's arm, only we'd rolled apart a bit and I had my back to her. When I was awake enough to stretch and look turn around I saw she was still asleep on her back, her breasts shifting slightly with her breathing and her cock big and hard. Liz and Suzy were also sleeping, Suzy cradling her little sister from behind. When they shifted a little I saw Suzy's cock was inside Liz' pussy - I don't know if they always sleep like that or if this was unusual but it looked so nice. I know I love waking up from Mom fucking me and falling asleep with her inside me would be lovely too! But she won't let us sleep in her bed on weeknights because she doesn't want to keep us up so we're tired for school. We often sleep in her bed during breaks and sometimes on the weekends if we're not visiting with some other family or there are others visiting us, but usually we have to wake her up then rather than the other way around. I guess she gets horny during the night and has to take care of that so she doesn't get as much sleep. I heard the TidyBot whirring in the living room so I knew it was still pretty early. I decided to let the others sleep in a bit and went out to make myself some breakfast and catch up on the Circuit activity on my duocles. I had some messages from Lily and Tina and some friends from school so I sent replies and chatted a bit with some of them while I ate. Then I played some games and caught up on a bit of school work before going back into Mom's bedroom. Mom was still sleeping, but Liz and Suzy were awake, at least halfway. They were still in the same position, both on their side with Suzy holding Liz from behind, but now they were moving slowly, Suzy's cock sliding in and out of her sister's tight pussy. I lay down on the bed and cuddled with Liz as Suzy fucked her, kissing her, stroking her braided hair, caressing her face, her shoulder, her thigh. Suzy had her arms around her and was kissing her neck as she fucked her softly and gently. Liz' eyes were unfocused but she had a smile on her lips as she held onto her sister's arms. I crawled up to Mom and snuggled close to her, leaving the two sisters to their morning ritual. I was just thinking I should wake up Mom when she sighed softly and shifted, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?" "Yes Mom. I think I got more sleep than you did." I smiled at her and gave her a proper kiss as she laughed softly and pulled me close. "I didn't want to wake you, and Liz said last night it would be okay if I fucked her during the night. I hope we didn't wake you?" "Just for a minute or so. It was nice seeing you enjoying yourselves." She pulled herself up against the headboard to watch Liz and Suzy who were fucking faster now. They rolled over with Suzy on top of Liz, the younger spreading her legs as the older fucked her from behind. I trailed my fingers over Mom's tummy, my head resting on her breast. When she started stroking her cock I let my hand join hers and together we could just about reach all the way around it. Liz started gasping and twitching, obviously cumming hard. Suzy kept on fucking her, driving her cock into her little sister's pussy over and over as the younger girl kept cumming for what seemed like several minutes, and it wasn't until near the end that Suzy came as well, her hips bucking hard as she pumped her sister full of her sperm. By then Mom was flushed and breathing hard so when Liz and Suzy rolled back and cuddled again, Suzy's cock still deep inside Liz, I kissed her again and asked if she wanted to give me my regular morning fuck. "I know I'm already awake but I could pretend to be sleeping if you'd like." I winked at her to let her know I was joking and she made a face but then she laughed. "Oh, I think I can manage to fuck my daughter even if she is awake. In fact, I seem to remember doing so several times just last night." "Well, if you're sure then..." I gave her a quick kiss, then rolled over on my stomach, putting one of the pillows under my hips to lift my ass up. I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles with my hands, and I didn't have to wait long before Mom was kneeling behind me, sliding the tip of her long, thick cock along my wet slit. I shivered in anticipation - usually I'm asleep when she first enters me which makes me miss out on that wonderful sensation, so I was going to enjoy this as much as I could. Having taken me like this so many times Mom was an expert at judging how fast she could enter me without causing me discomfort so her smooth penetration was heavenly. It only took her a few thrusts before she was buried to the hilt in my pussy, laying down on top of me and whispering sweet, loving words in my ears as she just rested there, the weight and heat of her body covering me like a heavy blanket of love. When she began to move her hips with tiny little rocking motions I came almost right away, my excitement so strong from anticipation and watching Liz and Suzy. Mom held me tight all through my orgasm, her hips still making those soft little thrusts that were driving me wild. When I started to come down I recovered the grip on my ankles that I had dropped during my orgasm and Mom grabbed hold of my shoulders. Then she started fucking me for real, her huge cock filling me completely each time she shoved it inside me, her full breasts and hard nipples dragging across my back. I don't know if Liz and Suzy were awake and watching us or if they had gone back to sleep, though I imagine it would have been hard to sleep through the rocking bed and me and Mom gasping and moaning. It didn't take long before I was close to cumming again but Mom was racing me there. Her breath was ragged and she was making the impatient moans I knew meant she wanted so badly to cum but wasn't quite there yet so I tried to gather my wits and spoke as well as I could between ragged breaths. "Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me hard! I love it when you fuck me! Fill me with your big hard cock! I want to feel your cum inside me! Shoot your load deep in my pussy, Mom! Do it! Do it now! Cum inside me!" And she did, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her hips bucked wildly, her cock twitching and pulsing inside me as she filled me with her cum. Making my mother cum made me cum as well, crying out with each spurt of sperm she put inside me, each thrust sending another shockwave through me. She calmed down slowly, gasping for air, almost sobbing, her hips bucking irregularly, sending another set of miniature orgasms through me. I could only lay there, my breathing ragged as if I had run a marathon, until Mom collapsed beside me, pulling me with her so her cock stayed inside me. I started drifting off to sleep again and I could hear Mom's breaths growing slower and steadier as well. I smiled to myself, thinking I'd get to wake up later with my mother's cock inside me later, the way I like it best.

Chapter 0 - Prologue: The Pitch

"This is the moment when you decide if you truly want to be a star." She had practiced this speech many, many times. "If you're willing to pay the price, I will make you rich and famous." Most times it worked, and when it didn't, well, you can't win them all. "But you have to understand that this is a two-way street. Talented as you are, there are many more out there who want what you want, what you could have." Flattery and temptation tempered by a little deprecation to introduce enough doubt in their own ability to make them willing to go along. "You know I play fair. You have talked to your friends and they have all told you the same thing: I'm a woman of my word. Once we sign this contract, everything you want will be yours." Show them the prize, convince them that they can have it. "But you will have to hold up your end too. If you cross me, if you fail to fulfill your duties..." She snapped her fingers. "It all goes away again." Honesty was the key, really. "Before we go any further, I want to make sure you realize what that means." For this part she had several variants tailored to the type of girl she was talking to. This one got the cartoon treatment. "I will give you three examples. Do you know Princess Eilonwy? I see you've heard of her. She was consistently late to her appointments and generally tried to avoid doing her part in our exchange. She was once one of the most famous princesses and now... Well, she realized her mistake and she's working very hard to redeem herself." Of course she knew that everyone that wanted to be a princess had heard of Eilonwy. Asking was just another way to make them feel like they were already on the inside. "Then how about Princess Plucky? No? Well, there's a reason for that." That wouldn't work on anyone who was truly skeptical, but those who were truly skeptical wouldn't come to her in the first place. "As for Dumbo, let's just say he didn't always use to be an elephant. Or a 'he' at all." The princess-wannabes usually couldn't imagine anything worse than not being a pretty girl. "I'm sure your friends have also told you the kind of service I require from my clients. I charge a very fair rate according to the customs of whatever realm you inhabit, but I also want certain favors." If they blushed at this point she knew she had them. That meant they knew what she was talking about and had decided they were going to do it. If they didn't... Well, there were still ways to convince them. "What they may not have told you is that this will be an ongoing relationship. When I call, you will come. That is the deal." A few would balk at this, but she had found it was much better to be frank and upfront about what they were getting themselves into than to spend time and effort on coralling contrary clients. "As you know I have many other clients so I probably won't call on you more than a few times a year, at least not if you do well. Some girls think I will pass them over if they don't please me well enough. That is a mistake." She would pause to let that sink in. "So that is the deal. Wealth and fame in exchange for a bit of service, or we shake hands and say goodbye and you go back home." That usually cinched it. To go back home was what they wanted least of all. The few who walked out at this point wouldn't have made for good clients anyway, and those who stayed were willing to do whatever it took. "Still here? Then sign here, here, and here. Good." "Now strip."

Chapter 8 - Family

When I woke up Saturday morning we were all still tangled in a big heap. I stayed still there and just enjoyed being in bed with my sisters and Penny, thinking back on the week and how happy I was that Mom would be home later today. When I thought about her coming home and fucking me I started to get horny but when I tried to slide over towards Penny I kind of woke everybody up. That led to a lot of cuddling and then some making out, and pretty soon I was leaning back against Lily while she fingered me and we both watched Penny fuck Tina from behind. When Penny shot her load in Tina's pussy I came too, and when Penny continued to fuck her Tina didn't last much longer. I crawled down to lick Lily's pussy and soon Tina joined me, and while we took turns going down on our big sister Penny fucked us from behind, going from me to Tina and back again. When Tina came again she was pressed tightly against me, rubbing her pussy as Penny thrust into her. This time that wasn't enough to get Penny off so soon she was inside me again, fucking me hard as I tried to continue licking Lily. Soon I had to give up, my head swimming and my body moving on it's own to get as much of Penny's cock inside me as possible. When Tina snuck her hand under me and in between my legs I came fast, throwing my head back as my pussy squeezed Penny's cock. When I started to come down she pulled out and squirmed up between me and Tina, locking hands with Lily as she pushed inside her. I watched through half-closed eyes and the haze of being recently and thoroughly fucked, and even in my dazed state I could see the love between them. Penny was more gentle with Lily, more responsive, more attentive - which is not to say she had been rough or careless with me and Tina. This was just something more emotional than just fucking. When Lily came Penny pulled out of her and placed her cock between Lily's breasts. Lily pushed them together with her hands, spitting on Penny's cock to make it slide easier between them. Penny's body was shining with sweat as she finally came, stroking herself off over Lily's face and chest, great spurts of sperm covering her skin. When she rolled aside, finally fully spent, Tina quickly took her softening cock in her hands and began to lick it clean while I cuddled up on Lily's other side, kissing her and stroking her hair. While Tina lapped up the mixed juices from Penny's cock, Lily, Penny and I fed each other the cum we gathered up from Lily, sucking each other's fingers clean of the salty liquid. Lily and Penny went up to shower and make breakfast but I stayed in Mom's bed with Tina. Since she had been away all week we hadn't seen each other much and even though she can be childish sometimes I still love her. She is my baby sister after all. We laid close and talked about what had happened during the week. I told her about Nurse Forethought, how nice she had been to me and how great she was at fucking me, and also how much I had missed Mom. She told me about the Pattersons and how the twins, Lola and Lory, had been really nice to her and even though they wanted to fuck nearly all the time they had been very considerate so they wouldn't wear her out. They usually slept one with each of their mothers so Tina had just joined them. She said it was weird to be woken up by something other than Mom fucking her but still nice. She told me she also missed Mom a lot, but I think she was doing it partly because she noticed how strongly Mom's absence had affected me. I guess she's just more independent. I showered with Tina while Lily and Penny made breakfast. (We usually have the TidyBot do it but on the weekends we sometimes do it ourselves.) Then we all ate together, talking and laughing. After a while I noticed Penny was looking a bit flushed and when I snuck a peak at her lap I saw Lily was stroking her. I slipped down from my chair and in under the table and started licking her cock. Lily kept on stroking her and I took the tip in my mouth, tasting the pre-cum smeared over it. By now Tina was the only one talking with Lily giving her an absent-minded "uh-huh" every now and then and it wasn't until Penny was leaning back in her chair with her hands on her breasts and her mouth half-open and gasping until she realized what was going on. "Hey! What's going on? Where's Suzie?" My mouth was too full of cock to answer and Lily burst out laughing which didn't help matters at all. Finally Tina looked down under the table. I think she was mostly angry over being embarrassed that she had been so self-absorbed that she hadn't noticed what was going on but she still stomped off and slammed the door to her room. By now Penny was so close to cumming that it would have been cruel to stop so even though I wanted to go after Tina I kept bobbing my head up and down on Penny's lovely cock while Lily stroked the spit-slick shaft until Penny shot her load in my mouth. I pushed my head down, my lips pressed against Lily's hand as Penny kept pumping cum down my throat, her hips pushing up as her body arched, sharp gasps escaping her lips. I swallowed and licked my lips while crawling out from under the table, banging my head on a chair in the process. When I got to Tina's door Lily was already there. "Tina? Please open. I'm really sorry I laughed, okay? Won't you please let me in?" All she got for her efforts was the same "GO AWAY!"-message that Tina sent to me, projected by my duocles to look like it was plastered across her door. Lily continued to knock and plead but I understood that Tina wouldn't let her in so I sent her a message instead - text only, to be as unintrusive as possible. Me: Tina? Tina: what Me: Can we talk? Tina: what I knew I had to tread carefully. Tina was young enough to be childish and petty, old enough to realize when she was so, headstrong enough to commit to her childishness even when she realized how childish she was, but also old enough to hate when someone talked down to her. Me: I'm sorry we didn't include you. Will you please let Lily apologize for being such a dude? I chose the strong word carefully - I needed to show Tina I was on her side. Plus Lily had been a total dude to laugh at her, even if she didn't mean to. Lily can be a little thoughtless sometimes but there isn't a mean bone in her body. Tina: i'll let penny in. only her! Me: Okay, I'll talk to her. Penny was standing next to Lily, holding her hand and looking embarrassed that she had caused such a scene. I told her Tina wanted to talk to her and at first she looked surprised but after glancing at Lily she nodded. She knocked on Tina's door and asked to be let in, and when there were no protests she entered, closing the door behind her. With nothing else to do Lily and I cleared off the table and tidied the kitchen, and by the time we were done Tina and Penny came to kitchen. Tina looked very determined and Penny had an amused smile on her face. Lily started to apologize again but Tina cut her off. "Penny told me what happened at the roller bar last year. If you ever laugh at me like that again I will tell everyone. Everyone. Okay?" Lily looked shocked, the shot an angry glance at Penny who just shrugged and smiled apologetically. Blushing furiously, Lily nodded agreement. "And you!" She turned to me instead. "When Mom gets home I get to fuck her first. And I get to sleep in her bed tonight, not you." I think she expected me to protest and challenge her and at first I wanted to, but then I thought better of it. We had embarrassed her in front of Penny whom I think she had a crush on, and whatever it was she now had on Lily it was obviously something bad so she needed to show her she was being just as hard on me. "Okay. But" - I tried to make my voice as stern as possible - "I get tomorrow night alone and I join you tomorrow morning as early as I like." Tina set her jaw and looked like she was about to argue, but then Penny put her hand on her shoulder and she gritted out "Fine". Lily and Penny took off soon after that and with things still a bit tense between Tina and me we tried not to get in each other's way. She watched movies on the big screen in the living room while I stayed in my own room, mostly chatting with friends and catching up on some school work I had missed during my fuck sessions with Nurse Forethought. But when we heard the front door we were both there in an instant and when Mom said "I'm home!" we were in her arms before she had finished. She was still in her travel clothes, an almost knee-long skirt and a buttoned denim vest, and she barely managed to put down her luggage before we were kissing and groping her. I was almost overwhelmed by pure horniness, grinding my hips against her and fumbling for her cock under her skirt and Tina was no better, and even though Mom laughed and said we should at least let her get inside we could barely restrain ourselves. I hadn't wanted anything as badly as I wanted her cock inside me right then, and when we finally managed to drag her into her bedroom I was so wet I felt like every step should have made me squish. When Tina whispered "Me first" I almost wanted to push her off the bed thinking "No Mom, me first, I missed you the most" but then I remembered Tina's hurt look as she ran from the kitchen, so when Mom gave me a questioning look I nodded and drew back a little. I wasn't about to leave though. When Mom knelt on the bed while Tina lifted her skirt and started to suck her big, wonderful cock I leaned back against the headboard and fingered myself, and when Mom's face got flushed and she pulled away from Tina's slurping mouth and told her to stand on all fours I was already ready to cum. Tina's sharp gasp as Mom pushed into her from behind, the skirt still around her hips and the tight denim vest molding her big breasts, I pressed three fingers inside me, fucking myself with my hand in time with Mom's strokes in my little sister's pussy. Mom must have been as horny as Tina and I because all three of us came at least twice within the next few minutes. Tina cried out and arched her back in her first orgasm almost right after Mom had her cock inside her, and it didn't take much longer for me. Mom only managed a few strokes before she threw her head back and pushed her hips forward, thrusting herself all the way inside Tina and filling her with her cum. She barely slowed down, and Tina begged her to continue, moaning for Mom to keep fucking her. Mom leaned into her, pushing her down onto the bed, bottoming out with each hard thrust. When Tina came again Mom continued fucking her all through her climax, and the sight of our mother fucking my little sister in such a rough, primal way made me cum again, my fingers rubbing my clit fast as I felt my body shake and shiver. Tina came at least one more time before Mom pulled out of her and stroked herself off over her back. At first I thought Mom wouldn't be able to continue right away, but when she pulled off her skirt and came up to me to rub her fuck-slick cock between my breasts it was as hard as I have ever seen it. I slid down a little so I could catch the tip in my mouth when she thrust forward and pushed my breasts together with my hands. When she began to thrust faster and breathe harder I took her shaft in my hands and sucked on the tip as I stroked it fast, and soon she came right into my mouth, long glorious spurts of my mother's sperm spilling over my tongue and down my throat. I squeezed out every drop I could get, barely able to speak as I licked up the last drops. "Fuck me, Mom. Please put your cock in me and fuck me hard. I need it so much, I've missed you so badly, please fuck me." She leaned down to kiss me, some smears of her of cum still on my lips. Then she slid down my body and placed the tip of her huge cock against my entrance. She pushed in slowly but didn't stop until she was all the way inside me, as always perfectly judging my capacity to take her. Once inside she held still while she unbuttoned her vest, then leaned forward so I could suck her nipples as she began to slowly move her hips. I looked up into her eyes as she fucked me slowly and I sucked on her big nipples and felt my next orgasm rise inside me. She kept the same steady pace as I came, only speeding up a little as I was about to come down which extended my climax even more. When I couldn't focus enough to use my mouth on her breasts she raised herself up, holding my hips firmly as she fucked me, faster now, with small hard thrusts, making me cum again and again on her amazing cock. I don't know how many orgasms I had but I can say without any exaggeration that that was the best fuck I had ever had. Mom just kept going and going, and even when she spent her fourth load of cum in less than a hour she didn't slow down but continued to fuck me in the most wonderful way I had ever been fucked. Then Tina slid up beside me and held me close, kissing my face, my neck and my breasts while Mom continued to fill my pussy with her big cock, and Lily must have come home without me noticing because suddenly she was there on my other side and I came again, not just from the sensation of my sisters' mouths and hands on my skin and my mother's cock inside me, but from the love I felt for all of them. I arched my back and felt Mom fill me with her hot sperm again as my pussy squeezed her cock and Tina and Lily each sucked hard on one of my nipples, together giving me the most incredible orgasm. When we all cuddled together afterwards I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Nobody fucks me like my family!

Chapter 6 - Sunday at the Mall

Author's note: I'm submitting this from my iPad and it's not an entirely smooth process. Please let me know if something looks off. ***** I woke up alone in Mom's bed the next morning. Liz and Suzy had left late last night but Lily and Tina was home again; I could hear them in the kitchen. I stretched to wake up a bit, smiling as I thought back on last night. After Liz and Suzy left it was just me and Mom and we had lain awake talking and cuddling for a long time. I had stroked her off a couple of times while we were talking, and just before we fell asleep she had fucked me, real slow and gentle. Going to sleep with Mom spooning me and her cum trickling out of my pussy was so nice. I slipped out of bed and took a quick shower before joining the others in the kitchen. Lily and Tina hugged and kissed me, and I gave Mom a tight hug in thanks for last night. Lily had come home in the small hours, having been out partying with her friends since Friday. (She's usually so quiet and calm at home that I can't quite picture her as a party girl.) Tina had stayed with one of her classmates and she was bubbling with stories of what had happened there and things they had talked about but I was only half listening because I was still not fully awake. I woke up when she reminded me that I had promised to go with her to the Star Mall. "Uh, did I?" She made an exasperated noise. "Yes you did! Last Saturday when I let you pick the movie even though it was my turn!" "She's right, Suzy, you did promise her." Lily's voice was a little teasing. (Yes, I'm also called Suzy. Suzy is Tall Suzy, I'm Blonde Suzy and the third Suzy is Third Suzy.) "Right. Of course I'll go with you." "Yay! I'll go get ready right away!" I smiled at her enthusiasm. Honestly, I don't mind taking her. Tina can be a little bratty sometimes but when it's just the two of us she's usually sweet. I had finished my breakfast and went to get my backpack and put on a skirt and a pair of sandals. When I was done Tina was dressed too but she had gone back into the kitchen so I followed her there. "Mooom?" She was using her pleading sing-song voice which meant she wanted something. "Yes, sweetie?" "Will you fuck me before we go? Just a quickie, only it's been two days and we won't be home for most of the day and..." Mom smiled at her and silenced her with a kiss. "Of course I will, honey." Their kiss intensified and Tina stroked Mom's cock while they kissed. When she was hard, Mom lifted Tina up onto the edge of the kitchen counter and kneeled down to lick her pussy, using two fingers to soften her up for her cock. Tina gripped the edge of the counter until her knuckles whitened and when she began to moan Mom rose up between her spread legs. "I always want to fuck you, little princess." Mom kissed Tina's neck, trailing her fingers over her back. Tina had her skirt hitched up and her legs spread as wide as they would go, balancing precariously on the counter. When Mom pulled back to stroke her cock and rub the tip against her slit Tina trembled and nearly slid down from the edge, but Mom steadied her and then began to push the tip of her cock inside. Tina whimpered and begged for more, but Mom took it slow to make sure she didn't hurt her. When she was halfway inside she began to make quick shallow thrusts, her hands on Tina's hips. Tina put her hands on Mom's shoulders to steady herself and give her leverage to meet her thrusts. Mom's big breasts brushed against Tina's small pointy ones. Tina's nipples were dark red and rock hard, her face and chest flushed. "Oh Mommy! It feels so good! I love it when you fuck me, Mommy!" Mom increased her pace and pulled Tina against her with her hands, going deeper now. She looked at her youngest daughter with love and affection as she fucked her harder and faster, and soon Tina came hard, Mom holding her slim, trembling body against her as she fucked her through her orgasm. When Tina came down she gave Mom a kiss and a tight hug. "Thanks Mom! I love you." "I love you too, sweetie." Mom pulled out and Tina climbed down from the counter. I noticed Mom was still hard. "Do you need..." She waved me off. "Lily can help me. Go have fun." I kissed her goodbye and followed Tina out the door and down to the monorail taxi point. While they were fucking I had used my duocles to tell TrafficAI that we would be coming and she had told me a carriage would be there in a couple of minutes. It arrived just as I was about to check how long it would be so we went inside and let it whisk us away towards the main monorail line from Manhattan to Jersey. The carriages seat eight but we were alone in ours. I guess not that many wanted to go to the Mall when it was this hot, or maybe we were just lucky. We spent most of the ride talking about school and friends and movies we wanted to see. I told her about Suzy and Liz visiting and she told me some about Jane, the classmate she had visited with, and her family. Jane lived with her mother Mindy and her aunt Anna and just like Tina she had been born soon before the Plague. She didn't have any sisters so they tried to have friends over as often as they could. None of them were futa so they hoped Jane would be able to visit with us sometime for a bit of practice with the real thing - at home they sometimes used strapons or other toys, but they wanted her to get "properly fucked by a proper cock" at least every few weeks. Several of her teachers were futas of course, since most are, but her mother and aunt felt they had to spread themselves so thin with every class having at least thirty students, and there were no futa girls in their class. Tina said she'd had a great time and they were a really nice family. I told her I was sure Mom would be happy to have Jane over sometime. Apart from being constantly horny Mom also enjoys helping young girls get to know what a big cock feels like. We also watched the view, as you do when you go thirty meters up in the air at two hundred kilometers per hour. We saw the Star Mall dome while we were still over the water - it always gets me how huge it is. By the time we arrived our carriage had joined up with about a dozen others so we disembarked with quite a crowd. The Mall has its own station on the main monorail line so we arrived right in the middle of it all. If you haven't visited Star Mall you really should. I know there's a virtual version but it's not the same - you're missing all the smells, the sounds, the energy of the crowds. It's one of my favorite places, and being here with my little sister isn't nearly as much of a chore as I may have made it sound. Tina wanted to get rollers so we put our shoes in our bags and got some from the checkout near the station. We took the main circuit to the Balcony and went around it a couple of times, holding hands so our rollers would keep us at the same speed. Tina always wants to go faster than me and for once I let her set the pace, trusting her and the AI to keep us from colliding with anyone. As we looked down over the railing Tina kept exclaiming at things that had been changed - new stores, rearranged walkways, new artwork (though honestly mostly the stores). I was watching the crowds and trying keep the flutters in my stomach over the speed under control while I used the socapps on my duocles keep track of anyone I knew who was there. A couple of classmates popped up but they were away in other areas. We took a smaller circuit up to one of the top-level food courts and had soyshakes and looked at the other people there. Most seemed to be families or groups of friends but we saw a few romantic couples who were making out or fucking. Some of the friends and families were doing that too of course, though mostly they were just hanging out. Tina wanted to look at shoes so we took an elevator down to the closest market area. This one had mainly clothes and sex toys so we looked around a bit and moved on. I sent a note to my duocle notebook to come back some other time and look at some cock sheaths for Mom - she complains that they never fit properly but there were some new models with gel sleeves that might work better for her. (She doesn't really need them as long as the three of us are around, but Lily will move out sooner or later and sometimes we're all away on other activities. Plus they might help her get more sleep.) We found a few shoe stores on the next market over. "Look! They have the new SkinTacts!" Tina was pointing at a display of topless platform shoes - basically a hunk of colored plasgel that would stick to your foot. I was skeptical but she dragged me into the store and one of the servicebots scanned our feet to find the right models for us. Once we tried them on I kinda liked them! They were much softer than I had thought, and apparently there was some kind of smart gyro things in them to help you keep your balance. I don't think Mom would have been too happy with them otherwise (and I wasn't about to message her and ask) but I liked them well enough and Tina was absolutely in love with them so I got us the ones we had tried on. The colors were adjustable and while I kept mine a simple green Tina began uploading custom patterns she had made earlier and soon hers were dark blue with golden animated unicorns and starbursts. It was a weird feeling to suddenly be so much taller, but nice! I could see better over the crowds, and I noticed people looking at us too. Tina started making little pirouettes and dance moves so I decided it was time to calm things down a bit. Luckily we were close to a spa area and it didn't take much convincing to get Tina to agree to a massage. I checked our service allotments for the month and since we had plenty to spare I took a full hour for us both, with separate booths - I love Tina but when she's this excited she gets a bit intense. This parlor had human masseuses rather than bots, mine being a cute, bouncy girl with a mass of brown curls. I chatted with her for a bit before the relaxing music and her skilled hands made me a bit too drowsy to talk much. I had checked the "Release" option for us so when the regular massage was done she slipped her hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy. I don't know if she was using some special kind of oil or lotion or if it was just the effects of the massage but I felt myself responding almost immediately. Soon she had two fingers inside me pressing against my g-spot while she rubbed my clit with her thumb and stroked my back with her other hand and I had a very nice orgasm that left me even more relaxed. I think I must have drifted off a little because I wasn't aware of anything else happening until Tina came in and told me our time was up. After that we went for lunch at a nearby foodcourt. The massage (or maybe just the excitement of our day out) must have made Tina hungry because she crammed down pizza slices and pie like she hadn't seen food for years while I just had a salad. (And some pie. I mean, pie, right.) We were just about finished when I saw a familiar face. It was Penny, one of Lily's friends, a five-foot-nothing blonde with a ponytail and nicely perky breasts. She was dressed in the food court uniform (short red skirt and matching baseball cap) so apparently she worked here. Previously I had only seen her in the door when she'd come to pick up Lily so I didn't know she was a futa but that was very obvious right now - her cock was rock-hard and quivering, raising the hem of her skirt rhythmically as it bobbed before her. "Hi Penny!" We both waved at her but she didn't seem to notice until she was halfway past us. When she turned to look at us I saw her eyes were a bit glazed and her face was flushed and when she spoke her words were a bit rushed so it was clear that she was in a hurry. "Oh, hi! Tina and... Sue, right? Lily's sisters?" "Suzy, but yeah. We just wanted to say hello so if you've got somewhere to be..." She smiled apologetically. "I'd love to stay and chat but this is my first break since opened this morning and I really need to take care of this." She bit her lip and gestured at her cock. "Unless... maybe... you have time to...?" I glanced a question at Tina and she nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! We can go right now." She looked relieved. "Normally I'd get one of my workmates to help me but we're one short today and doing it by myself just doesn't keep me for as long and we're not supposed to bother the customers but since I already know you - or I know Lily and..." I raised my hand and smiled. "Just show us the way." She blushed then quickly led us to a door marked "Mall Employees Only" that led to a narrow winding corridor past storage rooms and closed doors and finally a small bedroom. She sounded apologetic again when she spoke. "I'll probably need to go a couple of times but if you don't have time for that it's-" I pulled her close and kissed her, cutting off her words. She instantly melted against me, her face tilted up against mine. She had to stand up on her toes to reach me with the extra height added by my new shoes. Her cock was pressed between us and I could feel a slow dribble of precum smearing on my skin as she thrust it up against me. I glanced at Tina. She had taken off her skirt and shoes and crawled up onto the bed and was leaning against the headboard while she rubbed her pussy. I kept the kiss going for a bit longer to give Tina and myself time to get ready - Penny was obviously raring to go. When I looked at Tina again and her eyes were hooded and her hips had started meeting the motion of her fingers I figured we didn't need to keep her any longer. I slipped out of her arms and knelt down at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs and raising my ass while I reached between my legs to open my pussy for her. Tina quickly crawled down and imitated me. "Fuck as both as long as you need, but we're not leaving until we get at least one load each." I had barely finished speaking before Penny had ripped off her skirt and was standing behind me, pushing my ass down a bit so she could put the tip of her cock against my slit. She slid in quickly but she wasn't as big as Mom so I was ready for her. She fucked me hard and fast with deep thrusts, her balls slapping against my clit. I was almost ready to cum when she pulled out and went over to Tina instead. I turned my head and looked into my little sister's eyes as she was fucked hard from behind. She was trying to speak but nothing coherent came out of her, and it only took a few minutes for her to cum. This set off Penny who gave up a strangled cry as her thrusts became irregular and she came inside Tina's cramping pussy. Cumming didn't slow her down much though. She never stopped fucking Tina all through her orgasm, and soon she was going deep and hard again. I held Tina's hand and when she came a second time she squeezed so hard I thought something would break. Right after that Penny pulled out of her and started fucking me again, and now it was my turn to squeeze Tina's hand. I came almost right away but by now Penny wasn't slowing down at all. I could barely keep on my knees as she pounded me hard while I kept cumming, and when she finally pulled out it was only to flip me over onto my back and push inside me again. She locked her fevered gaze in mine and leaned in hard with each thrust. Tina crawled up off the bed and stood behind Penny, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders. When Penny was about to cum she pulled herself out of me and started stroking herself quickly, and Tina immediately joined her hands with Penny's. It only took a few seconds for her to cum and she shot long, ropey spurts of sperm from the tops of my thighs all the way to my face. By now Penny was panting and trembling and she collapsed to sit beside me on the bed. Her cock wasn't quite satisfied yet though, quickly rising from semi-hard towards fully erect. Tina knelt down between her legs and started to stroke and suck her, and when I had regained full control of my limbs I joined her. Penny rose up on her elbows to watch us with misty eyes and we looked back up at her while we sucked, licked, stroked, kissed and slurped on her cock, tasting both her sperm and our own juices. She fell back onto the bed and groaned, but when her balls began to tighten she struggled up to a sitting position and started stroking herself. Tina and I leaned back with our faces raised and our mouths open, and Penny rubbed the tip of her cock against us while she jerked off. When she came she sent gobs of cum over our faces and into our mouths, a few spurts landing in our hair or on our shoulders, some of it hanging down from our chins or dripping onto our breasts. When she fell back onto the bed again Tina took the tip of Penny's slowly softening cock into her mouth and slurped up the last few dribbles of cum, making Penny twitch and moan on the bed. When she was empty we joined her on the bed, kissing and caressing her and letting her have a taste of her own cum from us. When she had recovered somewhat we led her into the adjoining bathroom and helped her take a shower, and by the time we were finished she was back to her own self - enough so that she pushed me up against the wall and fucked me again, giving me a nice little orgasm and filling me with a load of warm cum. She apologized for having to run off back to work, but I waved away her apologies. "You can repay us by coming to visit sometime." "Or take us with you when you go out with Lily?" Tina looked adorably hopeful and Penny laughed but she promised to think about it. Tina and I stayed behind to gather up our things. I would have liked to cuddle a bit more, but since this was a room for employees I thought it best we didn't linger. With this intense fuck session so soon after the soothing massage we were both pretty tired so we decided we'd had enough for one day. We took a slow stroll back to the monorail station, taking a route through an area with plenty of trees and plants where the air smelled refreshingly of life and flowers. On a main station like this there are carriages arriving all the time and there weren't many people leaving so early in the afternoon so we only had to wait a couple of minutes before we could board one going back to Manhattan. We had a mother and her futa daughter for company, and since the daughter was obviously quite horny since she kept stroking herself and the mother looked a bit tired I offered to help her out. "Would you? If it's not too much trouble. I would do it myself but it's been five times already today and..." "I'll be happy to." Her daughter was about Tina's age, and I knew how demanding young futa could be. The girl - I never did learn their names - was a bit shy at first, but when I sat down beside her and started stroking her she eagerly thrust up against my hand. When she was getting close I put my lips around the tip of her cock and just let her keep fucking my hand and mouth until she came. I swallowed most of it, but a few drops slipped down my chin and onto her thighs so I leaned down to lick them up. Then I gave her a kiss and she hugged me tight. By then we were almost at our stop so we got our things in order before the carriage slowed down and we said goodbye and stepped out. When we were halfway up the last flight of stairs Tina suddenly hugged me tight. "This was the best day ever!" She blushed a little at her own childish enthusiasm, but I hugged her back. "It really was. Thanks for making me take you." We kissed and hugged again before we went inside.

Chapter 1 - Spring Break

      Xaoxi took a deep breath of fresh Spring air as he pushed open the doors leading out of the school.  The warmth of the beaming sun bathed him in positive feelings and a sense of pure happiness.  As he walked to his car, there was one thing on his mind: Spring Break.  He finally got to have a break from stressful college work, relax, and enjoy the beautiful weather.  He smiled as the slight breeze blew his black and purple hair over his panda ears, something he always found to be cute about himself.  He had grown to like his features only recently; being the only panda boy in any of his classes, it made him feel special.      Being so caught up in the feeling of Spring Break,  on top of his already present tendency of day-dreaming, Xaoxi didn't notice as he walked past one of his friends in the parking lot without acknowledging her.       "Hey Xao!!! Xaoxi, over here! Don't you ignore me, you ass!"  came a voice that made Xaoxi's ear twitch ever-so slightly.  He snapped out of his daze and whipped around to see Vivian standing right in front of him, arms crossed, hip out, and toe tapping.  She was a beautiful creature, unlike any other student on campus.  She was a human, the likes of which Xaoxi had never seen before her.  Because of this he made it a point to befriend her.  Of course on top of her long, black hair, curvy body, and all-around amazing, if not sassy, personality.  "Those big ears on your head and you're still deaf?  I was calling you since you left the Science building... I swear you wouldn't notice a snake even if it bit you on the ass..."    "Well there was the one time Lynn accidently tripped and fell on me from behind.  I'm pretty sure I noticed a snake biting my ass that time,"  Xaoxi chuckled as Vivian gave him a swift punch to the arm, "Sorry Viv, I'm excited to be on break, you know how I get.  Either way, what have you got going on while you're off?"     "Oh nothing really special, y'know the usual.  Probably hit up the mall, hang out a bit.  We still good for Friday?"  Vivian responded.  Fridays were Xao and Vivian's movie night since the first semester of freshman year.  It was a special night that neither missed as per their friend code.  They were explicitly defined as not being dates...as per their friend code.      "Of course, Viv, we can't skip out on our Friday!  You can't get rid of me that easy,"  Xao laughed and threw his arm around Vivian as they walked to her car.  The two were inseparable, and honestly Xao wished Friday night was date night, not just friend movie night.         As soon as he walked her to her car and said his goodbyes, he started back for his car, to start his break.  He didn't know why but something felt different in the air.  Somehow he just know this Spring would be different.  He didn't know how or why, but all he knew was he could not wait to find out. ****************************************      Later that night at his apartment, Xao was starting off Spring Break on the right foot.  He made himself his favorite dinner, being vegetable ramen, buttermilk buscuits and steamed vegetables  His tummy satiated, Xao slid his pants off to get more comfortable and stepped outside onto his balcony patio.  One of his favorite things to do on beautiful days was relaxing outside in his underwear, just enjoying life.  Being on the third floor, and with a blanket draped over the railing, he could relax and not worry about anyone peeping on him.  Xao took out a cigarette, lit it, took a long drag and exhaled slowly.  He marveled at how happy he was, his first time relaxing since the start of the semester.  Still puffing on his cigarette, Xao grabbed his phone and shot a text to Vivian to see how she was enjoying her break.     She responded soon after with "not much just laying on the couch watching TV, how about you?"      Xao, wanting to show off how beautiful his life was at the moment, used his phone to take a picture of himself.  The picture came out great, with him sitting on his patio chair, cigarette in his mouth, and nothing but a T-shirt and underwear.  He laughed and sent the picture to her and captioned it "Oh you know, just enjoying life half-naked.  You jelly?"     After a few minutes, Xao got a picture message from Vivian.  It was a picture of her in a low-cut tank top and underwear partially obscured by a blanket.  The caption said "Nah cuz I'm enjoying the life too xD"     Xao looked at the picture for a while and blushed hard.  He had never seen her in her underwear before, and just the picture alone sent warm feelings all over his body.  He felt a slight tingling feeling between his legs and immediately closed the picture.  No no, Xao​, he thought, Viv is your friend, you can't be popping boners when thinking about her...     But did he really have a say in the matter?  If his body and mind was attracted to her, then the random boners were not really in his control.  Still, he wasn't sure if he should be feeling these things.  He always had a crush on her but never wanted to ruin their friendship.  Oh well, at least she wasn't here to see the bulge growing in his underwear.     "Haha nice guess we've both got the right idea" he texted back.  "Well I'm about to go shower and get ready for bed. Can't wait for tomorrow, it's horror night this time.  Find something campy and cheesy, I've got a few in mind lol"       At that moment, something came over Xao as he decided to scroll back up and save the picture of Vivian.  He opened the picture and stared at it, admiring all of her beautiful features.  Her supple breasts that showed just enough cleavage in her tank top to be a turn on.  Her sexy curves.  Her amazingly perfect hair that he knew smelled so good.  And her smile, something that Xao always found deeply attractive.    Without thinking, Xao ran his paw down his chest slowly, until he reached his groin.  By this point, with all of Xao's imagination, his member had become fully erect, and stuck out of the top of his underwear ever-so slightly.  The white tip of his penis shone in the evening light with a small amount of pre-cum, which turned him on even more.  He kept Vivian's picture up as he began to stroke his cock over his underwear, rubbing it slowly and imagining all the sensations of Vivian's pussy.  Just knowing that he shouldn't be thinking these things made his dick throb, wanting to be pleasured.    He slowly slid his underwear down to his feet, and slowly felt over his furry, black legs.  He looked down at where his white tummy met the black fur of his crotch, then down to his cock, exciting himself.  He began to rub his balls, looking at the picture on his phone, arching his back slightly in ecstasy. He finally wrapped his black paws around his large cock and began stroking, studying the picture the whole time.  A myriad of images ran through his head of him wooing Vivian into bed with him and fucking her wet pussy until she can't handle the pleasure anymore.     As he stroked faster, he felt warmth rush over his lower body.  He felt static all over his groin; he knew he was close.  He set his phone down in the side table and began playing with his balls as he stroked his cock, heightening the feeling of his pleasure.  As soon as the thought of himself cumming hard inside Vivian's soaking wet honey pot, he felt the sharp onset of himself about to cum in reality.  As he gave one last pump, his balls twitched and his thick, white semen shot from his dick with impressive height and volume.  He kept cumming, spraying his spunk over his chest, making his fur gleam.  His breathing became heavy as he tried not to make a sound for the whole apartment complex to hear.    Xao slumped back in his chair and and panted heavily, staring down at the pools and puddles of his cum.  He stole one last glance at Vivian's picture before closing and deleting it from his phone.  This was something Vivian could go her whole life without knowing, and Xao was okay with that.  Either way, he was just a little bit upset knowing that his orgasm and pleasure was based only on fantasy.      "Oh well, better get myself cleaned up and ready for bed..."  Xao breathed to himself.  He awkwardly shuffled into the bathroom to clean himself, wiping away all the evidence of his desires.  A small part of him wished that this fantasy would come into fruition, and he smiled knowing that even if it doesn't, he still gets to be her closest friend.  The situation was bittersweet, but when Vivian comes over the next day for movie night, he would be just as happy as before.    Xao strode into his room with happiness, took off his shirt and climbed into bed, ready to start the next day of Spring Break.  

Chapter 5 - Showers and Television (and Fucking)

I woke up again a while later, maybe an hour or so. I was on my tummy and Mom was fucking me again and it was sooo nice! Usually in the morning I have to get up and Mom is really horny and even though I love it it's over kinda quick, but this was slow and gentle and just perfect. Mom was on top of me and I could feel her breasts against my back and sometimes she leaned down to kiss my neck. "Good morning sleepyhead." I just turned my head a little and smiled, not even opening my eyes. I just wanted to enjoy the feel of her big cock sliding in and out of me. Sometimes in the mornings I'm a little too tight at first so it takes a while before she can go all the way inside, but now that I had slept with her inside me she could go as deep as she wanted. At first I wasn't sure I would even be able to cum because I was so relaxed and honestly a bit fucked out from before, but when she started telling me how wonderful it was to fuck me like this, how she loved being able to take her time and really enjoy my tight pussy around her cock, how fucking her daughters in the morning was the best part of her day - well, that got me going. Soon I had a hand between my legs and when she started going a little bit faster and breathing harder, still telling me how beautiful I looked with my legs spread for her cock I knew it wouldn't be long. "Keep telling me how much you love fucking me, Mom. Oh yes, please keep going. I'm gonna cum soon. Oh, I want to cum on your cock, Mom!" She increased her pace, fucking me harder and faster, her cock going deep inside me as she lay down on top of me, hugging me tight as her hips kept thrusting, still telling me that she loved being so deep inside me, how she was going to fill me with her cum, how close she was to cumming from fucking her pretty little girl. I gasped and came and then she came too, her hot sperm filling me once more. Mom stayed on top of me and we cuddled like that for a while until we had recovered. When Mom pulled out of me I looked around for Liz and Suzy but Mom said they were having breakfast, so we decided to take a shower together. I rarely get to do that since I have to leave early in the mornings so this was a nice treat. Mom scrubbed me and helped me wash my hair, and when she saw how turned on I was by being with her like this, just relaxed and touching under the streaming water, she fingerfucked me to a quick little orgasm. Then I did the same for her: soaped her up, scrubbed her back, helped her with her hair, helped her wash her big cock... which of course got hard. I wanted to see her jerk off, but soon I was standing behind her, pressed close to her body under the shower, one hand helping her stroke her cock while the other fingered her pussy. When she came she shot long, thick streams of cum over the tile wall and I felt it was kind of a pity to wash it all down the drain, but on the other hand it was really hot to hold Mom tight from behind while she came and I think I got a little sense of how it feels for her when she fucks me. We wrapped towels around our heads and went out to the kitchen to get some more breakfast - I was hungry again, probably from all the fucking, and Mom hadn't had any at all yet. Liz and Suzy were watching some morning show and when we were done and had cleared the table we joined them. We watched the shows for an hour or so, but then Mom and Suzy were both starting to get restless. We switched seats so they were next to each other, and soon Tall Suzy was sitting on Mom's lap as they kissed, their cocks and breasts mashed between them as they pulled closer. Suzy raised herself up and Mom guided the tip of her cock to Suzy's pussy and she slowly lowered herself, mumbling something about how seldom she got to feel a cock inside her. It took her a few minutes to get all the way down and start riding Mom's big cock, and when she did Mom wrapped her breasts around Suzy's cock so that each time she rose up she slid up between Mom's breasts and when she lowered herself down again she was filled by her cock. By then Liz had apparently forgotten that she was too tired to fuck, so I leaned back and pulled her up against me so I could play with her pussy and her small, firm breasts while we both watched her sister ride my mother's cock. When Suzy was close to cumming Mom lowered her head and opened her mouth, extending her tongue so Suzy's cock slid up along it and into her mouth every time she raised herself. This drove Suzy wild and soon she wasn't even riding Mom's cock anymore, just fucking her breasts and her mouth, her hands on Mom's head to push herself deeper inside. When Suzy came her cock shot big spurts of cum over Mom's face and breasts even though she managed to capture most of it in her mouth. Mom pulled her face down to hers and kissed her deeply, giving her a taste of her own sperm. Suzy was almost embarrassed afterwards, apologizing about getting carried away like that, but Mom silenced her with another kiss. "Don't worry, darling. Just let me fuck you properly and we'll call it even." She was smiling when she said it and Suzy looked relieved, but she was also quick to ask how Mom wanted to fuck her. Did she want her to ride her again? Take her on her back on the sofa? From behind on the floor? Mom didn't think long before she pushed Suzy down on her back, lifting her legs up on her shoulders before she plunged her thick cock into Suzy's wet pussy. Liz was really wet by now and from her plaintive moans I could tell she wanted more than just light touches so I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the damp curls of her pubic hair against my palm as I slowly fingerfucked her while we both watched my mother fuck her sister. "I want to see your eyes, Suzy. Look at me while I fuck you." Suzy forced her eyes open and looked up at Mom who was smiling down at her. When Mom started fucking her faster she closed them again and pushed her head and shoulders down into the cushions, her cock hard again and rubbing against the undersides of her breasts, smearing them with fresh drops of cum. Liz was squirming in my arms, begging me to finger her faster when she managed to speak at all, and I did as she wanted. I had three fingers sliding in and out between her dark lips now, deep into her pink insides. Mom was going hard and fast now, and she pushed Suzy's legs down from her shoulders, spread them wide and plunged deep with every thrust. When she came her hips twitched, making her motions irregular, and that combined with the sensation of being filled with hot cum was apparently enough to set Suzy off again. This time she came over herself, a little less this time but still enough to leave generous amounts of sperm on her face and breasts, a few drops making it as far as Liz' feet and legs. When Mom and Suzy came I intensified my fingerfucking and pinched one of Liz' nipples which made her cum as well, her body straining against me as she climaxed. When Mom pulled out of Suzy her cock was still leaking cum and she laid it between Suzy's breasts so she could suck on it, Suzy's brown eyes glazed and hooded as she licked and suckled the last drops of sperm. Mom smiled down at her and stroked her hair, then leaned down to kiss her again. Then she laughed as she gathered up some of the mix of her and Suzy's cum from Suzy's chest. "I guess we need another shower!"

Chapter 1 - Cinderella's Summons

Cinderella had just lowered herself into a deliciously hot bath when a messenger arrived. One of her maids accepted the sealed parchment then shooed the man away. "The princess is bathing! Off with you! Go, go!" At Cinderella's wave the old woman broke the seal and read the message. "Dear Cindy" - she harumphed at the highly inappropriately familiarity of the tone - "It has been far too long since I last saw you. Come take a walk with me this evening. Your Angie." "Well now!" The maid rolled up the scroll and made to toss it on the fire where another bucket of water was heating up. "I can't imagine how that got past the Postmaster! I'll make sure to give him a piece of my mind when next I see him, see if I don't!" Rising from her bathtub, Cinderella snatched the parchment away from her. "You will do no such thing! Angie is a very old, very... dear... friend, and her messages must always be conveyed directly to me without delay." The other two maids rushed to dry their mistress with the towels that had been left to warm near the fireplace, but she waved them away. "Leave now, all of you. Now!" She immediately regretted her outburst but before she could apologize the older woman had shoved the two younger girls out the door, following them without delay. When the door closed Cinderella sat down heavily, crumpling the parchment in her hand, then hastily doing her best to straighten it out again. She heaved a deep sigh, steeled herself, and with a resigned look on her face she spoke formally as she held the broken wax seal in her hand: "Agent, I owe all this to you. Convey me to you so that I may pay my debt." There was a brief moment of disorientation, like she was suddenly toppling forward. When she caught her balance she was standing in a very familiar place: The Agent's office. It was a large, almost cavernous room, the arched ceiling at its highest point rising to a height of at least twenty feet over the flagstone floor. On her right was a large balcony overlooking a lush garden, the fresh smells of blooming flowers drifting in, and along the opposite wall a line of shelves filled with all manner of books, ledgers, scrolls, and piles of papers and documents. She knew that behind her was the door she had stepped through the first time she came here, and straight in front of her stood the same massive desk as then, made from some kind of deep red wood. Behind it sat the Agent. She was impeccably dressed as always, this time in a snugly fitting wine-red jacket and white ruffled blouse. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun and one of her crimson nails was tracing a line of text on the document she was reading, her black-rimmed glasses mirrored by the light from the chandeliers overhead. Cinderella was acutely aware of being naked, but she knew better than to try to cover herself. Instead she knelt down on the stone floor and placed her hands behind her back, raising her head and pulling back her shoulders. "You wanted to see me?" Her voice was strangled and she swallowed hard to resist the urge to clear her throat. The woman behind the desk raised one finger without looking at her, then continued her reading for several more minutes before scribbling some notes in the margin. When she looked up she was smiling a warm friendly smile, but she made no motion to rise or gesture for Cinderella to leave her exposed position. "Ah yes, my dear Cindy! How nice of you to come so promptly." That was a barb, one Cinderella knew well. The first few times she had been called here she had tried to delay, inventing reasons for why she couldn't go right away, but she had learned better. Now she made every effort to answer the Agent's call as quickly as she could. "And already dressed for the occasion! That's a nice surprise." Cinderella's face burned hot. She didn't want to displease her mistress, but neither did she wish to pretend to enjoy the things she was made to do. She felt her blush deepen as she told herself again that despite how her body might react she did not in any way enjoy this. She did not. "I was in the bath and I thought it best not to keep you waiting." She tried to keep her tone light, to sound as if kneeling naked in front of this woman did not affect her, even though they both knew the truth. "Very wise. I do get impatient when I'm kept waiting." She smirked at Cinderella - smirked! - who again felt herself blush at the reminder of how she used to behave and how obedient she had become. It had taken her years for her to break free from the mindset her stepmother and stepsisters had forced her into, and being brought back to that state of servitude was humiliating beyond words. And yet she kept her bargain. She could walk away, discard the luxuries of wealth and fame and future queenly authority and accept whatever awful fate the Agent had in reserve for her, but she didn't. She stayed and endured the things she had to do to keep her happily-ever-after, upheld her part of the deal she had made so many years ago. She told herself it was because she would be a good queen, kind and generous towards her subjects, but she knew that was not the whole truth. Going back to being a servant to her family, a maid in all but name, would have been intolerable. While these enforced visits were sickening and degrading, at least they only spoiled a few days of her year instead of every hour of every day as her previous service had. The agent pushed back her chair and rose. Cinderella's eyes widened as she realized her tormentor was naked from the waist down, the massive shaft of her cock fully engorged and the swollen head glistening. "That will be all for now, Kara dear", she said as she rose, flicking her gaze down below the edge of her desk for a moment before looking back at Cinderella with a wide smile. "Little Cindy here will take over for you now." A blonde woman crawled out from under the desk, her gaudy and indecently clinging clothes - that thought sent another spike of shame through Cinderella's body, reminding her of her own state of undress - marking her as one of the costumed adventurers from the picture pamphlets she had seen among the poorer people around the capital. The girl was wiping her mouth on her sleeve and adjusting the front of her tunic which had been pulled down to expose her breasts. "Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." The girl's voice was tight but still held a tone of relief, so presumably her service had been unexpectedly light this time. Cinderella felt a twinge of longing for the time when she wouldn't have considered kneeling under a desk to perform oral services for a freak of nature "light service", or indeed considered the idea at all, but now things were what they were. The woman - Kara, the Agent had called her - met Cinderella's gaze for just a moment, her eyes holding a mixture of sympathy, regret, relief and determination that Cinderella remembered experiencing from her early time of service. Either this woman hadn't been in their common mistress' employ as long as herself or she had been better able to hold on to the idea that this was a temporary situation, that this was not all she was meant to be. Perhaps she had driven a harder bargain, gained more from her deal? Cinderella had always thought that being happily married to a prince was the best life had to offer, but maybe there was something more? Her brief reverie was interrupted when Kara shot a hateful, heated look at the Agent's back - literally heated, it seemed for a moment, as if the very air shimmered in front of her eyes - and then walked over to the balcony and leaped off it. Cinderella gasped, but instead of plummeting to the ground the woman soared up through the air, her bright cape flapping in the wind. Perhaps that was her bargain. Was the freedom to fly a better gift than a prince and a castle? She couldn't tell. "Now then. Continue where dear Kara left off while I think of what we shall do to amuse ourselves today." The Agent's voice was smooth and deep and impossible to refuse. Cinderella parted her lips, her face burning as she accepted the swollen, spit-wet cock into her mouth. She wanted to close her eyes or look away, but she knew the Agent wanted to look her in the eye while she pleasured her, so despite her burning cheeks she did her best to face her mistress. The predatory smile she met sent shivers up her spine, shivers of fear and... anticipation? No, not that! She did not enjoy this! She did not enjoy being treated like some common tavern whore, like a piece of property, like a pet doing tricks! She did not! Angie - that was the name the Agent used when she talked about herself apart from her function - looked down at her, that smile growing wider still as Cinderella used her mouth on her mistress' male organ. She stood perfectly still, forcing the kneeling princess to move her head back and forth as she did her best to pleasure her. Angie's hands touched her lightly - stroked her hair, brushed her cheeks, sometimes reached down to her naked breasts, gently touching her stiff nipples... Stiff from the cold, nothing else, Cinderella told herself. Nothing else, never mind that the temperature in the Agent's office was quite balmy. She stared her defiance at her tormentor, doing her best to summon up the fire she had seen in the girl Kara's eyes. She hated this woman and the power she had over her, the power she herself had given her. She couldn't understand what drove her to do this - she wasn't like Cinderella's step-sisters who had been cruel to her out of laziness or malice; no, this was something different. Angie degraded and tormented her, clearly taking pleasure in her discomfort and humiliation, but she didn't get the feeling that she hated her. She wasn't cruel for the sake of cruelty or because she disliked Cinderella, but seemingly just because it pleased her to degrade her. Her sisters had never been that perverted - they disliked Cinderella and had power over her, so they were cruel to her. Angie had power over her and was cruel to her, but there was no malice in it. Her lack of understanding only fueled her anger, making her ever more hateful. "That feels good, your highness. Have you been practicing?" Cinderella intensified her glare, but she didn't slow her movements. She knew what disobedience would bring, and while she despised giving this creature what she wanted, she feared punishment more. She found no pleasure in obeying - no, she did not! - but it was still better than the alternative. It seemed this only served to excite Angie, because she took a firm grip in Cinderella's hair and began to thrust herself into her mouth. Cinderella did her best to accept the swollen member, feeling her eyes tear up as the tip tried to force itself deeper. Despite the disgust she felt she tried to relax, knowing resistance was futile, and suddenly the thick shaft was halfway down her throat. She gagged and had to clasp her hands hard behind her back to keep from trying to push Angie away, something she knew displeased her mistress immensely, doing her best not to resist what was happening to her. "Oh yes, that's the stuff", Angie said with a husky, breathless voice, grinning down at Cinderella's tear-streaked face. Her eyes glittered with lust and Cinderella wished she could escape what she knew would happen next but there was no way out. Suddenly Angie threw her head back and pushed her foul organ all the way down Cinderella's mistreated throat, the shaft spasming as she shot her seed inside her in long, thick spurts. Her hands were like a vise, pressing the kneeling girl's face against her crotch as she climaxed. When she was satisfied she pulled out slowly, allowing Cinderella to draw hacking, gasping breaths while she wiped the spit and on her cock off in her hair. "A few more times and you'll be able to do that all on your own. Maybe you can find some stable boy to practice on back home at the castle." Cinderella shot her a murderous look as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wishing she could spit the foul liquid from her mouth but knowing that was sure to bring further humiliation. She had been forced to lick Angie's discharge from the floor more than once while they practiced this particular act. "Will that be all, Agent? May I go back now?" It galled Cinderella to have to ask for permission, but she couldn't stand being her any longer than she had to. The Agent seemed to consider the question for a few moments but then she shook her head and laughed. "No, of course not, you silly goose! I told you we're gong for a walk, didn't I? This was just to warm you up." Cinderella lowered her head and sighed. She had hoped she would get off easy this time, especially since there had been another girl here before her. But if Angie didn't let her go right after doing... that... it meant she wanted to keep her around for a while. She just wanted to get back to her bath and wash the taste and smell of this woman's filth from her mouth and hair. As for this business about "going for a walk", that could mean anything. The Agent's mind was a twisted and disgusting maze of perversion that Cinderella couldn't begin to understand, didn't want to understand, and she seemed to take delight in confusing and surprising Cinderella (and presumably her other "clients") with ever new, ever more degrading games. She had made Cinderella pose naked for her, exposing herself in the most shameful way; crawl on all fours, leashed like a dog; walk around the gardens wearing next to nothing in front of some of the Agent's other girls; fetch and carry for her while she worked, having her curtsy and beg to be defiled each time she delivered a document or ledger... This could be any of those, or something new. In a way she hoped it would be one of those, even crawling on the floor which she had found particularly degrading, because at least then the shame she felt would be a familiar shame. "Yes, mistress. Anything you desire." She had found out the hard way that playing along and pretending to be meek and obedient would usually, though far from always, let her off easier. She wasn't sure if resisting made Angie more excited or more angry, but either way it resulted in longer stays and harsher treatment so now she did her best to play along. "That's what I like to hear." The evil creature actually patted her on the head! Cinderella was so furious she almost forgot to be ashamed of her nakedness and the degrading way she had just been abused. When Angie turned to get something from the back of the room she stuck her tongue out at her back, taking some small pleasure in that tiny act of defiance. But when the Agent returned with what she had fetched Cinderella's heart sank again. There was that hateful pink leather leash, studded with garish stones, and more besides. "If we're going out I need to know that you will behave yourself." Angie's tone was soft, almost gentle, like she was speaking to a frightened child, and Cinderella felt an overwhelming shame over the fact that it actually comforted her. Her cheeks burned red and she felt tears sting her eyes, but she still tilted her head to the side to make it easier for her mistress to fasten the leash and collar around her neck. Even when she reached down to squeeze one of Cinderella's exposed breasts she felt grateful that she did it so gently, and hated herself for it. "You also need to look your best, like a proper little princess." She held up... Well, to call it a dress would be an insult to all other dresses. The material was thinner than the lightest silk and held a lovely shade of blue, but that was all that was attractive about it. There was barely enough of it for a pair of gloves, yet it had been stretched to both bodice and skirt - again using the words very loosely. The skirt was short enough that she suspected it would barely cover her backside and the bodice was cut precariously low both in front and back. "Put it on now. Don't keep me waiting." The Agent's voice had a slight edge of impatience that Cinderella had learned to fear. "Yes mistress." She swallowed, her shame a thick lump in her throat. It was hard putting the garment on while Angie held her leash, but asking to be released was unthinkable. Once she was dressed she felt more exposed than when she had been naked. The neckline was so low that her breasts were completely bare, and the hemline of the skirt so high that she felt the air move against her privates, let alone that the slightest breeze, or indeed the smallest step she took, would make it flutter and rise to expose her to anyone who cared to look. But Angie seemed very pleased. "So very pretty, just like a proper princess." She brushed the back of her hand against Cinderella's cheek, then down over her collarbone and exposed breast, causing her to shiver. Had she been asked she couldn't truthfully have said if it was disgust or pleasure. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Angie produced a box with a ribbon around it, handing it to Cinderella. "I know how much you love shoes so I got you a special pair." The box was so heavy she almost dropped it; so heavy in fact that she had to set it down on the floor to open it. She realized what kneeling would do to her hemline so she did her best to keep her back straight, with the result that she stuck out her naked chest instead. Still, at least that gave her a choice and awful as it was she preferred exposing her breasts to displaying her privates like a dog in heat. The box opened easily and inside it she found a pair of glass shoes, though these were nothing like the light, perfect slippers she had worn to the ball so many years ago. (So many years, yet neither of them had aged noticeably. Another aspect of the Agent's powers, she assumed, but she had never asked, fearing that the gift would be taken away if she questioned it.) These were thick and chunky, with soles at least six fingers thick, shaped vaguely into the form of a high-heeled shoe, secured by leather straps wound around them and held in place by thick silver buckles. She looked a question to Angie who just nodded encouragement. She realized she probably wouldn't be able to rise to her feet if she put them on sitting down - at least not without assistance, and she knew better than to expect any from Angie - so she placed the shoes in front of her and gingerly placed her right foot into the cage of straps on top of the chunk of glass. It was awkward tightening the buckles while bending down, no less so since she knew it pulled up the hem of her dress, but it was the only way she could do it. Once she trusted the straps she very carefully put her weight on the foot in the shoe, knowing that if she fell it could very well mean a broken ankle. She kept her balance long enough to get her left foot in place, but the restrictions the straps put on her right meant she had to bend at the waist to fasten the left. She blushed furiously when Angie stepped in behind her and... purred. Even though she wanted to cover up as quickly as possible, at least to the extent her humiliating outfit would allow, she made sure the straps were tight and the buckles secure before she tried to rise. When she did she found that the shoes, though restrictive, were unexpectedly comfortable, but when she tried to take a step she nearly fell over from how heavy they were. She had to strain to lift her feet; walking any distance further than a few hundred steps would be nearly impossible. "You look good like that. They give you... royal bearing." Cinderella knew exactly what the shoes, if you could call them that, were doing to her posture. The high heels forced her to stick out her posterior and chest, emphasizing the revealing nature of her clothes. That should have made her blush again but for some reason she felt she had moved beyond that, at least for the moment. While she practiced walking the Agent put on a short, snug skirt that matched her jacket and showed off her behind in a very flattering way, if you liked being practically naked. It was also tight enough to show a bulge in the front which seemed to please her since she adjusted the garment to emphasize it. Cinderella couldn't understand how the Agent could be so proud to be a freak. If she had had something like that between her legs she would have hidden away from the world as best she could, but Angie seemed to revel in her deformity. "You want more already? Patience my little princess. We'll get there." Angie must have caught her staring at the bulge and when Cinderella tried to deny it, stammering and fumbling for words she just laughed. "I do love it when you blush. It makes you look so fuckable." Cinderella hung her head in shame, her previous comfort completely evaporated. Suddenly she couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing her like this, not even Angie who had seen her in far worse situations, or especially not her. "Oh, just two more things. You'll need a crown so everyone knows to show deference. I have just the thing here somewhere..." While she was talking she had put on shoes herself, a pair of simple black ones with just enough sole and heels to make them about the same height - when they were both barefoot Angie was at least six inches taller, but Cinderella's shoes were adding a prodigious amount to her height. Now she strode off to the back of the room, rooting through boxes with various items in them, items Cinderella was sure she didn't want to know about. When she returned she held up a tiara that would have been tacky even if it hadn't spelled out "SLUT" in obviously fake pink gemstones. This she placed in Cinderella's hair before taking a step back to admire her handiwork. She pursed her lips, presumably considering whether the outfit was humiliating enough. "Turn around, let me see. Yes, very nice, but there's something..." Suddenly she snapped her fingers and Cinderella's heart sank as her mistress must have come up with some new way to degrade her. One more trip to the boxes and she returned with an item that caused Cinderella to cringe. "If you're going to have your ass on display like that it's quite possible I'll want to fuck it and in that case I want you to be ready without delay. C'mon, put it in." The item was what Angie called a butt-plug, a word Cinderella wished she had never had to learn. This one was modestly sized and pink, with a fake but very large and glittery gem the only thing that would be visible once it was inserted.. She raised her hand to accept it, but her fingers shook so badly she dropped it. As she hunkered down and fumbled to pick it up from the floor she pleaded, her voice shaking as badly as her fingers. "Is... is this truly necessary? Can you not -" Angie's voice was still light and playful, but there was a note of warning in it, a hint of steel. "Are you saying you don't want to do what I'm asking?" Cinderella froze, her fingers just about to close on the errant toy. "N-no mistress, I... No, not at all, I just..." "You just... what? Tell me, little princess. Speak plainly. I will not punish you for it. I promise." This was a rare favor, one Cinderella had received less than a handful of times before. Still she hesitated before speaking. "I... I don't like it when you make me do... things... there. It's filthy and it makes me... ashamed." She hung her head, still bent low, her fingers half-curled around the pink plug. "And did you think your pleading would make me change my mind?" Angie's voice still held that same note of warning, but she had promised. She kept her promises. "I didn't... I didn't think, mistress. I just... I didn't..." "Hush. That's enough." She reached her hand out and Cinderella took it allowing herself to be raised up again, her other hand reflexively closing around the toy. With surprisingly gentle fingers the Agent brushed a tear from Cinderella's cheek. "Knowing that I understand and accept your discomfort at this request, if I repeat it, will you do what I ask?" Cinderella hesitated, then nodded. "Y-yes mistress." "And why is that? Why will you do this thing you hate, this thing that disgusts you and humiliates you and makes you feel filthy?" Her hands were still caressing Cinderella's face, stroking her neck and hair so softly, so gently, so... lovingly. "Because that is our bargain." Cinderella's voice was small and resigned, her shoulders slumped. "That's right. Our bargain is that you get to live in your castle with your prince and your servants and your adoring subjects, but when I ask you here - and I don't do that very often, do I? - when I ask you here, you do what I tell you to do." Her hands were straying from Cinderella's face now, caressing her bare shoulders, her arms, her naked breasts. "Do you wish to end that bargain? Do you want to go back to being a servant to your step-mother and your step-sisters with no other company but mice and birds?" One hand softly squeezing her breast now, the other caressing her hip, as her voice became more gentle, softer, soothing. "N-no. No, I do not." "You want to keep our bargain as it is? With you giving me a few short visits a year in exchange for being happy ever after?" Her hand moving from Cinderella's hip in between her legs, softly stroking the princess' most delicate parts. "Y-yes. Yes, I want to keep our bargain." She still hung her head, yet she felt herself respond to Angie's gentle touch. "Good. I'm glad. I do so enjoy having you come to me here." Her fingers more insistent though still gentle, teasing a soft moan from Cinderella's lips. "And it's not all bad, is it? You do take some enjoyment from our little games, do you not?" Cinderella blushed, but she had to nod. "Yes." Her voice was nearly audible, but when Angie pushed a finger inside her she gasped. "Yes!" "That's good. You should learn to enjoy them even more. That would make things easier, wouldn't it?" Her finger moving slowly in and out, moving up to circle the princess' most sensitive spot, then returning inside. "Y-yes. I... I will try." "Good. That's good. So you will wear this for me now? And do your best to find pleasure in it?" Still slowly moving her finger in and out, Angie closed her other hand over Cinderella's, closing her finger's around the pink butt-plug. "Yes! Y-yes, I will... I will do m-my best." "I'm glad. Do it now." Angie's hand guided Cinderella's in behind her as her fingers continued their dance in and around her sex. When the tip touched her entrance she hesitated, but a deft touch from her mistress' fingers made her gasp again and she obeyed, slowly pushing the hated thing inside her. It took several minutes but Angie showed patience and the teasing touches of her fingers egged her on. In the end she was grateful to have been given a second chance, even as she was ashamed of her gratitude. She was confused and excited and ashamed and relieved and couldn't keep any of those emotions straight for more than a second. It was all a whirl but when Angie didn't remove her hand as she had thought she would - bringing her to the edge of release and leaving her there was one of Angie's more common tricks - but instead kept using them so skillfully, bringing her such intense pleasure that her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if the other woman hadn't had her arm around her waist and steadied her even as she continued to use her fingers on, inside, Cinderella's most private place; as that happened all she could feel was gratitude. When she could think again, still clinging to Angie's arm, she whispered "Thank you". Angie pulled her face close to hers and kissed her on the lips, softly, gently, lovingly. This had never happened before. She had sometimes used her mouth on Cinderella's body, but never kissed her. She was overwhelmed by a deep, strong emotion that she couldn't name, wouldn't name. When the Agent drew her fingers up Cinderella's body, still wet with the juices from her sex, she didn't shiver in distaste as she would have in the past, and when those fingers found her lips she parted them willingly, meeting her mistress' gaze as she tasted herself. Her head was still swirling with conflicting emotions, but she no longer tried to resist. When Angie released her and swept away to fetch her handbag, Cinderella straightened her clothes. She still felt shame over being on display like this, but she no longer felt fear at her exposure. She knew her mistress would treat her well as long as she obeyed, and that was enough. When Angie took her leash and lead her towards the door out of the office she was nervous of what would happen outside, but whatever it was, whatever humiliation or degradation she would be put through, she knew that her mistress would let no true harm come to her because now she understood that however strangely she showed it, her mistress loved her. Her mistress loved her, and she loved her mistress. That was all that truly mattered now.

Chapter 3 - Rosemary Interviews for Chamber Slave

This is a work of fiction and should not be mistaken for reality.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older By the time Thomas and Rosemary arrived at the house, she felt like she had scanned every meter around her for the past several minutes. She felt very vulnerable being nude and without a collar out here in the dark, imagining Hunters prowling about. It was hard keeping up with the butler, his shoes allowing him to take large strides while she stumbled along barefoot. Her feet looked a mess before he caged her, she could only imagine how dirty she was going to be when she got back. “Sir? Mister Thomas? Sir?” she tried to talk to him as they got in view of the house. He only slowed down and looked back at her as they passed by the carriage and stable for the coach horses. He stared at the almost nude forms of the two men grooming the two horses. Their leather harnesses tight to their frames, the small leather sacks at their crotches connected to them. Thomas seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning to Rosemary. “Yes? You have a question?” he sneered at her for a moment. ‘She still has a lot to learn,’ he thought, looking at her nudity, a pleasant pulse of heat at his crotch. He was looking forward to laying into her fresh skin soon. ‘Crops I think. She seems too delicate for a good whipping.’ “Sir, I was wondering when I get my own collar. And when am I going to get some clothes?” she asked nervously. She had not been told much beyond her need to obey so far. And the place seemed brutal and very intolerant of mistakes, even mistakes of ignorance. She was scared and was needing to fit in anyway she could. The smile was both warm and cruel at the same time. “So eager to show you are owned? Do you miss being collared?” She nodded slightly and his fingers brushed against her neck before he grabbed her by the throat. She reached up and grabbed at his wrist automatically. She tried to not resist as he choked her slightly. “Yes, Sir, I do miss it,” she gasped, suddenly moist. He let go of Rosemary and smiled. “You will get your collar right now actually. We keep them out here at the stable. We have a craftsman who does all our leather work. The boys over there will find one that fits best and I will lock it. They will also groom you a bit, since you will be entering the house. Just let them do their jobs, they are quite good at it. You get your clothes once it is decided what your job will be here.” Thomas went into the house, leaving the two stable hands to have some time with Rosemary. She squeaked in surprise at their approach but did not resist as they picked her up by her elbows and lifted her into a metal tub. Her feet touched warm water and she calmed down a bit. One of them brought up a sponge from the water and gently cascaded it over her, working his way up to her hair. The other male produced soap and helped to lather her up. They paid a lot of attention to her pussy, ass and breasts. She was enjoying the bath and the attention greatly. It was far better than anything that had happened to her at the Lancaster property or the orphanage. Once they had rinsed her off, they started inspecting her body for hair. The seemed uninterested in anything that she had growing on most of her body. Which was not a lot due to her Asian mother. But they both got very excited when they reached the slight bush she had been growing since she left the orphanage. “Uneven,” said one of them, the one with the blue eyes. “Needs trimming,” said the other, pinching and pulling on her pubic hair. The one time she flinched at the extra attention she was getting, one of them grabbed her torso and bent her forward while the other landed several hits to her ass. He made sure that each strike landed with his fingers touching her pussy lips, pulling her ass cheeks apart. She stood as still as possible after that. “Shape and trim,” they said at the same time, smiling at the statement. They were of the same mind. They took turns, one lifting one of her legs out of the tub so that the other could see and trim her pubic hairs. Then they switched, both of them making sure to finger her a few times and tease her clit. They rinsed her off again to make sure the hairs did not stay and become itchy against her skin. And the man on her right took the time to make sure her asshole was clean too. They gently dried her off with the softest towels she had ever felt before and then they brought over a collar. It was black leather with a hinge that did not quite open at the center. It could be hidden by her hair along with the lock that was going on it. It would have to be pulled open a little to get it around her throat though. Once the two large men had gotten it on her, they also pressed it closed a little and verified the hasp still lined up. Satisfied with the fit, one of them picked her up and carried her to the kitchen door. Thomas had been standing there for a while, patiently watching them groom her. At least, that is what Rosemary saw as she was set down in front of the butler. He tore his eyes of the two males and looked down upon the small slave girl. He nodded and moved over to a wall of the kitchen that had clearly been set up as the slave’s sleeping area, Lydia already lying down on the straw laid out on the floor. Rosemary promptly laid down on the offered bedding, grateful of anything softer than the cage she had spent all day in. Thomas put his shoe on her shoulder and pushed her over on her back. Instantly, Lydia was there, her face at Rosemary’s crotch. Thomas leaned down and attached both a lock to Rosemary’s collar and added a leash. He ran the leash down Lydia’s back and attached it to her collar. She grabbed Rosemary and rolled her over, exposing her back to the butler. He attached another leash, from Lydia to Rosemary. They were now attached, face to crotch, and leashed in place there. Thomas left in silence, his hard boots echoing away from the trapped slaves. Rosemary tried to find a comfortable position but every time she tried, Lydia would jerk away. She seemed to be afraid of Rosemary touching her and she could see why. The welts from her pussy whipping were still evident, some of them very dark colors. Rosemary needed her to be still if they were going to get any kind of rest, so she took a different tactic, one that sometimes had worked at the orphanage. She started to blow a stream of cool air directly at her clit, one steady flow of air. Lydia immediately calmed and allowed Rosemary to stay in place between her legs, so close to her tortured pussy. Once Lydia had gotten comfortable with Rosemary being there, they both started to relax. ‘She smells nice,’ thought Rosemary, her nose starting to detect the other girl’s pussy scent. She was very familiar with the fact that they all had a smell, each one as different as they looked. Lydia had a light smell right now and Rosemary started to imagine how she would smell fully aroused. The thoughts were making herself moist a bit and she knew it bothered Lydia when she stared to try to pull away. “Stop that,” Rosemary whispered at her. “I need to sleep!” she said a bit louder. “Shh!” responded Lydia. “If you wake up Cook, we will both end up eating her pussy all night!” Rosemary wanted to get mad. Lydia just spoke more than she did, but told her to shut up. Rosemary moved forward slightly, directing her stream of air at the clit she could see starting to show. Lydia moaned a bit and loosened her hold on Rosemary’s head, allowing her to move forward a bit more. She kept up that pattern until she was able to touch the tip of her tongue to the girl’s love button. She stayed there for a long time, just blowing cool air and touching the slave lightly. When she felt Lydia make her own tentative touches to Rosemary’s pussy, she knew she had done well. She slowly started to work her tongue over Lydia’s clit as the other slave worked on her own. The heat still coming off the marks from her beating was only slightly distracting and was only a problem if Rosemary brushed one. Lydia liked to bite and while Rosemary liked a little bit of tooth on her clit, this was much rougher than she found arousing. Lydia nibbled a bit too hard for Rosemary and she squealed, slapping Lydia across some of her welts. Lydia responded by clamping her legs down and sucking hard on Rosemary’s clit. She moved her hand around to the new slave’s ass, preparing a finger to go into her asshole. Rosemary wiggled her tongue as quickly as she could on Lydia, trying to make the other girl slow down and be more gentle. Lydia froze when they both heard Cook cough. But the sound was off in the distance of the room. Cook was still asleep on her bed. Rosemary took the opportunity to bear down on Lydia’s clit while grabbing the girl’s ass as well. She held her cheeks open but did not make a move to violate her. Lydia stopped the advance she was making to sodomize Rosemary, enjoying the rapid onset of an orgasm. Suddenly, Rosemary halted all her attentions. ‘No cumming with out permission. I can’t forget that one,’ she thought. Lydia did not stop though. She worked on the clit in front of her hard and would pause. Then she would creep her finger closer. Another pause. Tongue swirling on clit, pause. Rosemary knew that Lydia was pushing her toward an orgasm, seemingly on purpose. It left Rosemary few options to make the girl stop. “Stop!” she hissed as loud as she dared. She knew she was a talented cunt licker so she was not concerned about waking Cook and being forced to perform. She really just wanted to rest, even if that meant that she was stuck here with Lydia’s pussy in her face. She had only meant to calm the girl, not initiate a cum challenge. Lydia kept at it though, seemingly determined now to complete her end of the challenge. Her finger tip was just starting to penetrate her ass when the kitchen door opened again, the two stable hands depositing a crying Heather and Lisa. They were both gagged, thick leather balls jammed in their mouths. Lisa moved quickly to her spot, Heather limping along slowly behind her. They laid down with their backs pressed against each other. Rosemary envied their positions but thankfully Lydia had stopped her assault. ‘Maybe seeing them reminded her that we don’t cum without permission?’ she thought. With Lydia calmed down and the softly crying slaves nearby, Rosemary started to feel sleepy. The sounds were so familiar, so similar to her time at Lancaster Manor, she only needed a bit of Lydia’s dress to cover her side and she was sleeping. Her deep slow breaths on the pussy right in front of her kept Lydia aroused. Which was only fair, because she was doing the same to Rosemary, her glistening slick pussy in her face. Ω Rosemary dreamed of being tied to her bed again, stuck at the orphanage. Pussy after pussy pressed into her face. “Lick,” they would tell her. “Nibble,” they would command her. “Make her cum,” she was told. She felt so degraded doing it. Every girl took a turn on her face. Some of them enjoyed it, eager to have a ride on the poor girl destined for slavery. She tried to be gentle to the ones who were forced on her mouth, knowing they had no choices here either. Rosemary felt trapped, bound as she was to the bed. She tried to move, to get away from the harassment of the other girls but she could not escape their reach. She pushed and fought with them, only to end up back on the bed, spread out like she was on display, her pussy free from the chastity belt. She felt fingers probing her down there and realized it was not a dream anymore. The fingers she felt were her own. She woke up and remembered where she was, Lydia pressed up against her crotch. She moved, brushing her face against the welts on Lydia’s pussy. The slave did not stir at first and Rosemary suspected that she was healing fast from her whipping. She was not sure if she would have been able to bear such a beating as well as Lydia did, nor heal as quickly. ‘Or maybe she is used to being pussy whipped?’ she wondered. She shuddered at the thought, her fingers spreading open her pussy lips and lightly playing with the moisture there. She brushed some of it on Lydia’s nose before trying to move away from the slave’s crotch. Once her movements finally woke Lydia, the two slaves wiggled against each other and moved off the straw bedding they had been laying on. “Hey! Don’t spread that straw around so much! Its our bedding for the whole week!” cried out Lisa, a stern look on her face as she stood above them. “Lucky cunts! You got to sleep in only because Cook does not have the key to unlock your leashes. Thomas will be here soon to release you two cunnies. Lucky shits!” Rosemary tried to shrink away from the girl standing over them. She could see right up her dress to the puffy lips of her pussy. It was dark and red. She clearly had been abused by the workers last night. She was glad that Lisa had taken the men’s attentions and not herself. ‘I wonder if Tina would thank her for taking on so many men last night to keep them away from punishing her more,’ she thought. ‘Probably not. She looked like she really enjoyed being treated like that.’ Thomas entered the kitchen, Cook following behind him. He swiftly bent down to unlock the two girls. He grabbed one of Rosemary’s nipples and pulled her up off the floor with it. She scrambled to get her feet under her and allowed him to pull her upright. “Did Lydia cum last night?” he asked her, his dark eyes boring into her. She shook her head no rapidly. “No Sir!” she said. Both Lisa and Heather had paused to hear her confess. “Did she cum?” he asked Lydia, still holding Rosemary’s nipple. She shook her head no as well. He let go of the nipple and Rosemary curled over a bit. He really smashed it hard. “What is this?” he asked her, wiping the moisture off her nose. Lydia knew it was Rosemary’s juices. She had been smelling them all night. But she did not know she had some fresh on her face. The fear in her eyes was as plain as the pussy juice on his finger. “Well, Cook, I have to admit, you were right. Lydia is a cunt slave. She just seems to be drawn to it. I apologize for advocating taking her to the laundry now. I hate taking away one of your pleasures. I will see about getting another eager replacement for you as soon as I can. Unless this one fails at the washing.” He looked straight at Lydia. “If she is no good, I am sure Becca will return her to you soon.” Rosemary could see the fear in the girl. It sounded like a normal conversation about where to best use her labor but she felt it went deeper than that. As if they were deciding her long term future, not just where she could do work for the house. The shaking that Lydia was making made Rosemary certain she was right. ‘This is her one chance out of the kitchen or she would be stuck here, between Cooks legs for the rest of her short life,’ she thought. ‘I have to make a good impression here or I will end up stuck too. Or have to misbehave to get sold.’ The memory of The Last Chance stopped her from thinking like that anymore. She tried to hold herself still, feeling she had to show obedience or she would suffer punishments. Thomas glanced at the two of them and left the room. Rosemary found herself only half a step behind Lydia, the two of them closely following the butler. They went just a short distance before reaching the laundry area. Inside, the chained male was still moving large piles of wet clothing. There had been 3 girls in there yesterday, now only two could be seen. Thomas grabbed Lydia by the arm and dragged her inside the humid room. Rosemary stood at the door, feeling the warm air flowing out of the room over her breasts and face. The butler chained up Lydia to a shackle closest to the male, lifting up her chin to make her look in his face. He said something to her, something that made her start to cry and he placed his hand at her crotch. She grabbed her own tits and kept crying, nodding. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, hard. Her knees quivered and she grabbed his hand, holding it tight to her crotch. Then he broke contact, striding from the room quickly. Rosemary stared at Lydia for a moment, a bit sorry she had smeared her pussy juice on the girl’s nose now, feeling what she just saw was her fault. Thomas smeared Lydia’s moisture on Rosemary as he passed by, hiding his smile from her. They were building a natural animosity with only the slightest pushes from him. He was going to enjoy the eventual confrontation. He was curious to see which slave would come out on top. “I have to go attend to the Master. Becca will be along to collect you soon. She will be testing you to see what room she wants you in,” he said to her and then he ascended the stairs. She heard him walk along the second floor landing before going up to the third floor. She could only guess that Master Malone kept his living quarters on the third floor. She stood at the junction of the two wings of the house. The front door was right there in front of her. It would take just a moment to cross the distance and be gone from here. But she didn’t even move toward it. She turned her back on that temptation. ‘My chances to run were never real. Better that I learn to survive here than be prey for Hunters,’ she thought. From the second floor, Becca came trundling down, her large frame carrying her wide body. She walked over to where Rosemary stood and smiled at the slave. Then she clipped a leash to her collar and dragged her over to a set of hooks near the stairs. The leash was attached to one of the hook above her head, lifting Rosemary onto her toes to keep her collar from strangling her. She could reach it if she tried, Becca not being much taller than herself. The high heels the housekeeper wore helped give her a bit more height. “I need to find you a dress to cover all this,” she said, idly slapping Rosemary’s breasts until she brought her hands up defensively. Then Becca took a few strikes at her available pussy, landing a final hard blow to her her hip and ass as she walked back to the laundry area. ‘I would have gotten one myself if I had known! I was right there!’ she thought, clutching her stinging breasts. Becca was a cruel woman. She returned quickly, a gauze-like dress flowing in her hand. It was long but did not appear to be of a substantial material, resembling the sheer white gauze that was part of the curtains. Becca placed it at her feet, a circle of white. Then she stood there, expecting Rosemary to know what to do. Tentatively, she reached down and picked up an edge of the material and stepped into the circle. Rosemary raised it up to her tits, trying to see how it was to fit her. There was a cord at the top, sewn into the hem. She brought it all the way up to her neck and tightened it slightly, to hold the dress up and in place. Then she tried to find where her arms should go. There seemed to be several places for her to place them and she got confused. A frustrated sigh came from Becca as she came over to show Rosemary how to arrange it on her chest. “The back is open, so Master can scratch or whip you as he sees fit. Or guests if he is entertaining.” The thought of a stranger also hurting her gave Rosemary the chills. “Here, your arms go through these two holes. These others are to expose your breasts. They are to remain out at all times unless there are children present.” Becca spread the openings and made Rosemary’s breasts hang out of the dress. Then she cinched up the cord sewn into the dress below them very tightly and knotted it in place. The rest of the gown hung in a tube, with another cord sewn into the bottom hem of the dress, just below her knees. “That one there is tied wherever the Master wants it, got it? If he wants you exposed, he will tie it up at your tits,” she said and demonstrated by bringing up the material to the bottom of her breasts. It indeed exposed her freshly trimmed pussy hair. “Or me might want you hobbled,” and she brought the hem to her knees and tightened the cord but did not tie it. “Master likes to be able to display his slaves,” she said, looking Rosemary in the eye. “It’s my job to make sure only his best ones are used for the chambers and the parlors. The prettiest ones get used a lot and the men have all called you pretty, even Master. So I am going to install you in his room for a few hours, see how well you can handle that. Tonight, I will exchange you out to a parlor, since Master is having a guest over then as well.” “Don’t start thinking you are special around here. I am only putting you in his room right now instead of tonight is because he won’t fuck you for a cycle. He wants to make sure he is not fucking a mother of a Lancaster,” she sneered at Rosemary, making her scared of being the Master’s chamber maid. “And remember, this was Tina’s old spot and you see how he treated her.” The mention of Tina made Rosemary go cold. ‘If he would do that to his favorite, his personal chamber slave, then what chance do I have?’ she thought. Becca released her from the hook and tugged on her leash, dragging her up the stairs. They passed the second floor quickly, Rosemary gazing down the hallway and remembering the room she was in just yesterday. She hurried after Becca, trying to keep her from tugging the leash again. Once they reached the top floor, she could not help but notice that the wing on the kitchen end of the building was closed off, a large black gate preventing anyone from going down that way. It was clean and well taken care off, simply locked off. Rosemary stumbled as her leash was pulled by Becca. She had clearly slowed down too much staring at the closed wing. Even the second floor looked more hospitable that this. When they stopped in front of a well used and ornate door, she was sure this was the Master’s chamber, her newest cage for the next few hours at the least. Becca knocked and the door quickly opened, Thomas attending to the Master as well. Rosemary saw another man with him, dressed in a similar fashion. ‘A second butler?’ she thought for a moment, the man smiling at her like he was familiar with her. “Rick, take Sara back to Cook to return the dishes and then place her back in Becca’s room, as I showed you. I will be sending you into town today to arrange a new scullery slave for Cook. I do not expect that the auction house will have what we need on demand. It may take them a few days, so let’s get an order in now,” he said to the man Rosemary did not recognize. “Don’t look so scared Sara. You won’t be returning to Cook for scullery service. You are in Becca’s care now and you should be grateful she used you to service Master this morning.” The slave girl looked scared even after Thomas assured her that she was not going to be given to Cook to use in the kitchen. Rosemary had just seen what they do to the scullery slaves and she did not want to go back there either. But the look on the dark haired girl’s face was still full of fear. She held tight to the gauzy dress near her crotch and Rosemary suspected that Becca liked to use her slaves for more than just keeping rooms tidy and in order. The slave managed to nod and then she moved to pick up a tray loaded with dishes. The tray was very wide, the handles barely within her reach. Rosemary watched as she struggled to carry the load, knowing that if she attempted to help the poor girl, she would likely be punished for it. Sara had to move slowly, the plates rocking and slipping around with each move she made. “Be careful Sara. Break a dish and its 10 lashes from Cook. And you are already getting 10 for failing Master this morning,” said Rick, staring at the back of the girl, her sobbing now making the tray bounce in her hands. Rosemary focused on the room she was now in but she jumped when she heard a dish hit the floor. Sara began crying and Thomas shut the door to quiet the noise. “Rosemary, attend your Master’s cock. Sara was not sufficient this morning,” he said to her. She thought she heard some pride in his voice. ‘Or that could be my wishful thinking, hoping I am the better cock maid,’ she thought. Becca pushed her forward and with a downward pressure. Rosemary took the hint and fell to her hands and knees. She quickly moved toward Ian, finding him pants-less but wearing his shirt already. His cock was slimy and wet looking, clearly the efforts of Sara dripping from it. The look that passed between Thomas and Becca were not seen by either the slave or the Master, but they appeared impressed. Most slaves needed to be told this early on but Rosemary just dropped down, like she had been doing this all her life. She padded over to her Master and slurped his cock into her mouth as deep as she could manage, his balls resting on her chin. When she ran out of air, she backed off and spit up some of her own saliva onto his dick. She quickly stroked him a few times before dropping on his cock again. She stroked his balls, massaging them as she gurgled around his stiff member. He leaned his head back for a moment before reaching down, grabbing her head. He forced her down on his cock a few times before fucking her like crazy. She stroked him with her tongue, timing her strokes to make sure he felt like he was in a pussy. It did not take him long to press her fully on his cock again, shooting a hot stream of cum into her throat. Rosemary grabbed his ass with her hands and pulled herself on his dick as hard as she could. Ian had to pry her loose, a giggle climbing in his throat. He could not allow her to make him laugh in front of his servants. ‘She is fucking amazing! Who trained her to do that? Has Thomas been telling me everything?’ he wondered. ‘He has been such a loyal servant. I doubt he knew she would do that. And her skill would have kept her at Lancaster if they had known she was such a cock whore.’ He looked down at the cocksucker and tried to not smile. She did not have a lot of cum to show him this time. He knew he shot most of it straight down into her stomach already. But she enthusiastically played with what little she had left to suck out of him when he pulled her off. He reached down and grabbed a nipple, pulling her to a standing position. He smiled at her and said “Swallow.” Then he opened her dress to expose her breasts, pinching her nipples a few times. She tried to stay perfectly still despite the desire to twist away from him now. Then he pulled up her bottom hem all the way up to her breasts and the tied it there, very tightly. “I want you to show me the property I own but will not fuck,” he said to her, his finger finding her moist and ready. She felt ashamed that he would not use her yet. She increasingly wanted his cock inside her now. Each time the gave her attention there, her desire climbed. “You can still take my ass Master,” she said. She was not fully sure why she said it, but she knew she wanted that cock inside her. Her body was so warm right now, her need to mount him climbing even as she saw him hide away his cock with pants. He quickly turned her around and shoved his finger up her ass quickly. She gasped and tried to stop clenching as soon as the shock wore off. He pressed into her and she felt like his whole hand was being forced up her asshole. When he withdrew, she felt it was just one of his fingers, the middle finger on his right hand. He brought it near her mouth and she opened after just a moment of hesitation. The look on his face made her want to be on top of him but also scared her a little too. There was only the slightest taste of her offal, since she stable slaves had done a good job of cleaning her out the night before. She suckled on his finger, showing him her eagerness to take him on in her ass. He pulled his finger out roughly and smiled at her. “Enthusiastic. Very good. Thomas, I want her to wake me in the morning. See how well she does at that,” he says to his butler. “Assuming she makes it through today without being sent to the fields.” Ian finished dressing, only needing Thomas to hand him his clothing. Once finished, he looked very fine to Rosemary, his reflection across the room appearing to be standing next to her despite the distance. Her heart fluttered for a moment and she blushed, certain he could see her juices glisten down her leg even from across the room. Her pussy was so exposed here and she was unaccustomed to the feeling after years of her chastity belt. She thought she saw Ian smile her way before he left the room. “Clean and tidy,” were the only instructions Thomas gave her as he followed the Master out. The door shut hard and she heard it lock. The fire was out, which made sense for the season. She searched the room, looking for any clothing on the floor. Once she had finished that task, she went to make the bed. For a moment, she climbed into it, feeling it still a bit warm from her Master’s slumber. Then she pulled the sheets off and straightened out the lumps in the bedding. Once she had the bed made back up and looking like a portrait, she arranged the pillows on top and began looking for other tasks. It was her urge to pee that made her look for how he relieved himself up here. There was a ceramic chamber pot near the door to his own private bathing area. The hole in the stone floor both looked and smelled like the proper place to put waste. She emptied the pot and went herself, glad to be able to void herself for once without being forced to. She wet a cloth and wiped herself down, being careful to keep her breasts exposed and her dress dry. The gauzy material would dry quickly but became almost invisible when wet. She compared the look of it to the material at the curtains. It was an exact match, simply a matter of tailoring. She inspected the sheets and saw they matched the same material the scullery slaves wore. She liked her current outfit, feeling it was more girly looking, even with it drawn up and exposing herself. She moved about the room some more, reveling in the feeling of being free like this. She decided to start dusting the sparse shelving. Her Master did not have much to clean up in this room so she was unsure why she felt inadequate for being in here. ‘Am I missing something I need to clean or tidy up?’ she wondered. Once she had gone almost all the way around the room, she encountered the trunk. It barely would move for her, but she was sure Master could haul it around easily. It was unlocked and the hasps were open so she lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect. She had already seen his wardrobe and this looked to be storage for something entirely different. Once it was opened, she backed away, a bit shocked. There was a variety of wooden carved dildos, many of them bumped and ridged in designs she could not comprehend. There were metal ones as well, big heavy iron monsters. She pulled out gags and straps, some of them arranged as harnesses. Many of them used looking, only a few of them appeared brand new. The more she pulled out, the greater the desire to try one or two of them became. She began sorting them and cleaning the few that clearly had been neglected. She had very little water in the basin provided in the wash room but she did her best to clean what she could. As she began packing them back up, she inspected them for wear. She found a matching set of leathers that looked like someone had been working their way past some of the connection points. A few more hours and whoever was in them would have been able to get free of the bondage. She put the set to the side, laid out on his bed, and arranged the contents of the trunk into a sensible order. She turned the unruly pile of gear into a manageable collection. Before she realized it, she heard the bell sounding through the house. She was unfamiliar with the usual house sounds but she suspected that the hour was noon and that lunch time was commencing. She looked out the window and could see Lisa making her way with Thomas across the field, heading to the larger barn and the caged Tina. Rosemary touched herself lightly, remembering she had only the Master’s cum so far this morning. She was proud of her idea to take him so fully this time. She hardly tasted him at all this time besides the last watery bit. She heard the door unlock and stood straight up, her hands behind her back. She had no idea what position they expected her to take when she is alone in a room so she was just guessing by assuming the pose they used at the orphanage. She relaxed inwardly as she saw it was Becca opening the door. And she was carrying a tray, one laden with food items. “Mmm. It looks good in here, like you have done chamber training. At the orphanage I guess?” she asked Rosemary as the smell of the food moved into the room as well. It was strongly spiced bread and some cured meat. She also had a decanter of wine and two glasses with her. She smiled at Rosemary when the slave nodded. “Miss Becca, how did you know about the orphanage?” she asked the Housekeeper. She had not told anyone here about her time there yet. Not that she had been given much of a chance to be social. “It’s your pose! That is the standard pose they teach there, when they decide an orphan is going to be sold.” She leans over to Rosemary and harshly whispers, “Basically anyone over 14 or is menstruating. Well, sometimes an exceptional girl or boy gets out of there after that age, but that is so rare. Everyone else gets sold at the orphanage.” She leveled her gaze at Rosemary. “Everyone.” “I know you were interviewed, but those people were really looking for younger orphans and they just see the older kids to give them false hope. So they don’t rebel,” she explained. “Do you remember Lord Malone coming to visit you? Oh, you don’t? I do. It was shortly after you arrived there. He came back home talking about this tiny exotic girl there, stuck in a chastity belt. He had planned to buy you at auction since the orphanage does not do private sales. And then Lancaster bought the entire lot out from under everyone.” She sliced into the bread, the aroma of the spices making Rosemary’s stomach growl. She covered it quickly but Becca was already staring at her. She rolled her eyes at the slave and held a tiny piece down below her knee. Rosemary rushed over, got down on her hands and knees and gently kissed the morsel from her fingertips. She waited there, holding that submissive pose, until the Housekeeper pushed her forehead back a bit. Rosemary stood up and returned to her place again, her groomed pussy still visible as she stood. She grabbed at her own ass, remembering how she would get strikes for not moving fast enough at the orphanage. She hated that there were things her body wanted now that she had no control over. Her ass actually wanted to be hit when eating like this. Becca lowered a tiny chunk of meat and Rosemary nearly drooled. When the Housekeeper nodded, the slave repeated her eating routine. Becca smiled at how refined Rosemary’s submission was. ‘No wonder Master likes her,’ she thought. “You did an acceptable job cleaning and tidying up today but I am not sure Master would like you going through his gear. That is where you found that harness right? Sara looked like she had not been bound with that,” she said, looking at the device laying out on the bed. She offered another tiny piece of bread down and the slave eagerly lapped at her fingers for it. “Miss Becca, I found a trunk full of bindings and devices. I cleaned what I knew needed it. When I found that, I think its been damaged. It’s worn in places. I think someone might escape the next time that one is used,” she said, kneeling on the floor, her stomach grateful for the tiny bits of food. And so much better than the swill she had been given the day before. Becca stood suddenly and walked over to the items Rosemary had laid out. She kept her position near the vacant chair, knowing she should wait for discipline. Or possibly a reward. Her nose and stomach really wanted a reward of food. Just the mere thought of a reward was making her moist as well, her clit getting erect and the familiar ache coming from her pussy. “Very good eye Rosemary! Master had been using this on Tina a lot! And now I see why she had been misbehaving for so long! She must have started to work this rivet loose and thought she would be able to force her way out,” she said to the kneeling slave. “The Master needs to stop playing at night and in the dark so much. He might have missed this.” “I need to do what?” said Ian Malone from the doorway. Becca flinched and dropped the harness on the bed, looking flushed for a moment. “Master I apologize. I was telling Rosemary how good a job she had done noticing some wear on this harness,” she said quickly. “Show me,” he said, moving forward to inspect the harness. “Damn. Tina was using this one a lot lately. Becca, I think you should send Thomas out tonight with a message for her. An extra week. For the insolence. And you said Rosemary noticed this cleaning today?” Becca nodded and stood in place. Master Malone stroked her breasts. “But not my Housekeeper? This is not recent wear Becca. She almost made it free of this piece.” Her eyes were wide as he lifted her skirts and he began pulling at something Rosemary could not see. But when she heard fabric rip and some silken soft remnants began falling from underneath her skirt, she could guess what he just tore. Becca’s pussy was now just as bare as her own. Instinct made her scurry over and pick up the ripped pieces with her mouth. The scent of the Housekeeper was very strong, something Rosemary was not used to. She swayed a bit at the odor but maintained her position. “How much training have you done with her, Becca? She seems to be very good at being a chamber slave,” he said to her. “Have you been rewarding her properly?” “Master, I have not actually worked with her training yet. This is all her doing,” said the Housekeeper. “She says she even cleaned some of your devices.” She nodded to the trunk while he kept moving his hand under her many skirts. Rosemary could smell her arousal. Becca’s breathing had become ragged, and she was flushed. Rosemary knew she was going to orgasm soon and all the slave could do was watch. “Slave, come catch. I don’t want it on my floor,” he said, looking dead at her. Rosemary, with the torn remnants of panties still in her mouth, rushed over to Becca, still on her hands and knees. Master Malone barely lifted up the skirts before Rosemary ducked under them, knowing what was expected of her. She had been forced to do it so many times at the orphanage. Her face pressed up against her Master’s hand as he pumped in and out of Becca’s pussy. She licked and sucked at the available genitalia as he fingered her. The Housekeeper started to lose strength in her knees and he held open her pussy with his fingers. Rosemary latched on, her own fingers finding the woman’s clit. When she heard her Master command Becca to cum, Rosemary was ready, flicking her pleasure nub strongly and holding her mouth open, ready for the stream of cum she was expected to receive. The woman’s torn panties were still jammed in her mouth. After what felt like a full minute, the flow ended. She had caught most of it, the excess flowing down her thin dress, making it stick to her skin. When she emerged, she felt naked, the thin wet fabric giving her no illusion of clothing. And she smelled of Becca’s lust. From the pattern of moisture, she was sure there was a lot in the skirts of the Housekeeper too. She looked down at her moist breasts and she wished hers were larger again. The large nipples standing out from her slight breasts made her feel mismatched and she was sure Becca’s looked more attractive. “Becca, I think Rosemary has earned some rewards for discovering this for me. Feed her properly,” he told her. “Not those crumbs you use to train them. I think she is past that. And make sure she gets freshened up. I want her to nap on my bed and I won’t have her smelling of cunt. She is going to the parlor downstairs after dinner and the rest of the night. I want her well rested for that.” He opened the trunk and pulled out some implements Rosemary did not recognize but there was one she knew well, a flogger. It looked like the Master was going to physically discipline someone and Rosemary had a good guess it was going to be Tina, especially after what she had just heard. The handle that had dozens of cords with knots in it was particularly scary. She had tested that one out on her leg. It hurt on so many different levels. “Yes, Master. Certainly. We will get to that right away,” she said, nodding as she watched him select implements. He set a carved wooden dildo, a very wide one with ridges and bumps all over it, onto his bed. “For you tonight Becca. Sara gets your usual one. Lydia is my attendant tonight, correct?”

Chapter 7 - A Week Without Mom

When I got to school on Monday I was already in a cranky mood, despite my very nice day at Star Mall with Tina. Mom was away visiting aunt Josie so I was woken up by HomeAI instead of Mom's cock, and then Tina was a total brat all through breakfast and Lily just laughed it off. I missed the bus Tall Suzy and Amanda was on and since I didn't feel like getting a stranger to get me off and I was too tense to masturbate I was super horny, hence the extra crankiness. It didn't get better either. Our first class on Mondays is Social Analysis and Engineering and it's super boring, plus Teacher Turner is really into making us do these boring simulations over and over to "illustrate the potentially huge effects of minor changes in parameters". Ugh! At break time Tall Suzy was swamped with girls to fuck of course, and Amanda was off before I could catch her so I just found a quiet spot and tried to do some revisions for the Language test on Friday, but I kept thinking about how Mom was supposed to be gone all week and it made me miserable. Next period is Third Stage Math which is okay, and then we only have a short break before Physical Exertion and Coordination. Peac is fun enough, and this time we were doing martial arts which I usually love. I was hoping to relax a bit but I was partnered with Freddie who is a bit slow in her moves at the best of times and today she was hopeless. The third time I put her down Teacher Excellence pulled me aside and said I was being too violent! I told her it wasn't my fault, that it was Freddie who was slow, but she wouldn't listen and told me to go wait outside her office! I was fuming! I was expecting her to be really cross with me but when she let me in after sending everyone else to the showers she was unusually soft-spoken. She explained that I was usually so gentle and careful in these exercises and that was why she had put me with Freddie so she was disappointed that I had been so rough. And I started crying! Just like that I got so emotional that she thought so well of me and I had let her down that I started bawling my eyes out and couldn't stop! Teacher Excellence came around her desk and hugged me close, holding me until I stopped sobbing, and then she took a tissue and wiped my face. I didn't want to let go of her but it was Amanda's turn to be fucked today and she had already kept her waiting for too long. She told me to take a shower and go see Nurse Forethought and that she'd update my schedule so that if I was late the other teachers would know it was because of a health issue. Amanda was waiting outside Teacher Excellence's office and she looked a bit worried - I must have looked a mess! - so I hugged her and told her I'd be okay before I went to the showers. When I got there most of the others had already finished and were either dressing or leaving for lunch. I saw Freddie off in a corner and although I felt super awkward I went over to her. When she noticed me she stiffened, no doubt expecting me to still be angry with her, but when I apologized for how I had treated her and promised it wouldn't happen again she softened and gave me a quick hug. She offered to wait for me so we could have lunch together but I told her I had to go see the nurse but maybe tomorrow? We parted as friends and that made me all emotional again so I almost started crying but I managed to hold it back. I took a quick shower and changed back into my school skirt and sandals and went to see Nurse Forethought. It had been a while since I had been there so I had to ask SchoolAI for directions. Her tiny office is behind a small waiting room near the teachers' lounge. I hesitated a bit before knocking on her door and was let in. I've always like Nurse Forethought. She's happy and perky and always has something nice to say. She makes you feel that she cares. I think part of it is also that she is one of the younger women on the school staff, about twenty-five. (It doesn't hurt that her uniform is totally hot either! It's like a short starched dress that's really tight and makes her breasts look even bigger than they are, and even when her cock isn't hard you can just about see the tip of it hanging below the hem.) She let me through her office into the examination room but we just sat next to each other on the examination table and talked. She asked me a bit about my mood swings and even just telling her about it I was so embarrassed I almost started crying again. She put her arm around me and let me recover before she finished. "Your mother is a futa, right?" The question surprised me a little, but I nodded. "How often does she fuck you?" "I dunno, maybe two, three times a day? More on the weekends, usually." "And the last few days?" I told her Mom had left to visit aunt Josie early Sunday afternoon so she hadn't fucked me since Saturday night. "But I fucked a friend of Lily's at Star Mall, and... uhm, I guess that's it." I hadn't realized it had been that long - I had cuddled a bit with Lily and Tina Sunday night, but we hadn't made each other cum. "That probably helped a little, but not enough. You see, daughters often develop a special bond with their mothers, especially if they fuck a lot, and if the mother is a futa this becomes even stronger." "So I'm like, missing my mommy? I'm not a baby!" I felt myself getting angry, bristling at the accusation. "Of course you're not a baby. But it's been quite a while since she's been away for more than a day or so, hasn't it?" Her gentle tone calmed me a little, and when I thought back I had to admit that I hadn't been separated from her for more than a day in several years, since before I went through puberty and we started fucking. "Your body is used to your mother fucking you several times each day, and now you've gone almost two days without. That's probably what's affecting your mood. It's a physical need that's not being met." "But she's going to be away all week!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "I can't be like this a whole week, everyone will hate me!" Nurse Forethought stroked my hair and let me cry for a bit, then spoke in a cheerier voice. "There are ways to help. We have some forms of medication and tools that can help a little, but before we try that I'd like to set up a schedule for you here at school so you don't get regular sexual frustration on top of this." I shrugged at this, not sure how much that would help. And then I had another thought: "What about Tina and Lily?" "Lily is your older sister, right? Does your mother fuck her as much as you?" When I thought about it I realized that Mom and Lily rarely fucked other than on weekday morning and sometimes when we had a family night and Lily wasn't out with her friends. Nurse Forethought assured me that she would be okay - the bond weakened with age, and since Lily was also independent she wouldn't get the same symptoms, or if she did they would be very weak. "As for Tina, it seems that at her school" - I noticed she was checking things up on her duocles - "there aren't many student futas, and the teachers are already quite busy. I think the best solution would be for her to stay with another family with one or two futas, just until your Mom comes home. Do you think she would be okay with that?" I considered is. Tina was quite attached to Mom, but she was happy to spend a night or two with friends. "Maybe? I'd miss her, though." Nurse smiled and gave me a hug. "I'll discuss it with Lily and your mother and see what we can come up with. Her teachers haven't reported anything at I can see, so she might not be as strongly affected as you." I hugged her tight and thanked her again for being so kind and nice and helpful and I nearly started crying again, but before that happened she gave me a hug and a kiss. "Now then. Shall we see about setting up that schedule? Will you be happy with me taking most of the sessions? My schedule is quite open this week and my experience in cases like this is that having a regular partner helps." I nodded quickly. Suddenly just the idea of being fucked by Nurse Forethought was enough to make me wet, and being fucked by her every day for a whole week? The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation up my spine. "Would you like to start right now or would you prefer to have lunch first?" The question made no sense to me. I was already pressing myself against her, breathing hard, almost whimpering with need. When she undid the top buttons of her uniform and revealed her huge breasts I nearly came right away. "Please... I can't wait..." She pulled my face down to her chest and I immediately started sucking on one of her big nipples. She slipped one hand down between my legs, the touch of her fingers on my pussy sending a line of heat right to my center. Suddenly I sensed the scent of her pre-cum and when I glanced down she had pulled her cock free of her dress and was stroking it briskly as it rose to full erection. I crawled up on the table and lay down on my stomach, pulling up my skirt and spreading my legs. "Like this. Mom fucks me like this." She climbed up on top of me, her breasts resting on my back as she guided the tip of her cock to my entrance, sliding it up and down my slit before pushing the tip inside. I bucked and moaned with frustration, but she seemed determined to take her time. Right then I just wanted her inside me, though on some level I understood she was just being careful with a girl she hadn't fucked before, and while Mom's cock was bigger it wasn't by much so taking it slow was probably her natural instinct. Once she had the tip inside she lowered herself to her elbows, slipping her hands under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage. The moment she began to thrust I came hard, crying out wordlessly as the frustration inside me found at least a partial release. This did not deter her, and good thing too, because despite that quick orgasm I was still almost as horny, begging her to keep going. She whispered sweet words in my ears as she continued to fuck me with slow, gentle thrusts, her breasts pressed against my back and the slightly rough material of her uniform brushing my ass. I came twice more before she even was all the way inside me, and even though I felt exhausted I begged her to keep going, to keep fucking me with her big, wonderful cock. I don't know how long that first session lasted - maybe fifteen minutes, maybe an hour. At some point she had put a pillow under my hips to make it easier for her to push her whole cock in me. I lost count of my orgasms and hers too, but I felt her cum inside me at least twice. I was too tired for words but every time she slowed down or started to pull out I grabbed her hands on my shoulders to signal her to continue. She did so every time, always keeping the same steady pace apart from when she was about to cum when she sped up a little, shuddering and giving up a quiet gasp when her cock spasmed and unloaded her sperm inside me. When I finally came out of that feverish state and began to relax Nurse Forethought slowed her thrusts. I tried to turn around on my back but I was shaking so badly from exhaustion that she had to help me, moving the pillow to behind my head. She slipped inside me again, smiling down at me. She continued to fuck me slowly for several more minutes, her big, soft breasts rubbing against mine. I built towards a final, soft orgasm, and when I came she pulled out and stroked herself quickly, sending several long spurts of cum up my body. Afterwards she cuddled down beside me, even though the table was barely wide enough for the two of us. She trailed her fingers through the cum on my skin and offered her fingers to me. I eagerly sucked her sperm from them, then opened my mouth for more. She gathered up more and let it drip onto my tongue then gave me her fingers to suck, repeating the process each time I reopened my mouth. After a few more minutes of this she slipped down from the examination table and coaxed me into following her into the adjacent shower stall. It was tiny, not really meant for more than one person, but we made do. We washed each others' backs, and I got to play a bit with her huge breasts. Afterwards she helped me towel off, then gave me a tender kiss. "I hope you feel better now." Her smile was soft and lovely, and she was back to being her normal perky self. "Much better. Thank you so much Nurse Forethought!" I couldn't resist throwing myself at her and giving her a long, tight hug. She laughed a little. "You should call me Alice, at least when we're fucking." I nodded, blushing a little at the unexpected intimacy. It's unusual with school staff who let the students use their first name. "Now go eat lunch, then get to your" - she checked her duocles - "Language class." "Yes, Nurse Fore... uh, Alice." I blushed again, pulled on my skirt and sandals and left after giving her another hug. She sent the schedule she had prepared to my duocles while I was eating. Apart from tomorrow afternoon she would fuck me twice daily, and the one time she couldn't Teacher Excellence would do it. That was better than I had hoped - Nurse Forethought had been absolutely wonderful, and Teacher Excellence had been very understanding about my problem and was one of my favorite teachers anyway. (She usually wasn't a fantastic fuck but she got the job done.) I was a little nervous when I went to Nurse Forethought's office in the afternoon - I was feeling a lot better and it seemed a bit like I was getting special favors for nothing so I worried that she would just cancel everything - but it turned out there was no need. As soon as I knocked on her door she let me in, already out of her uniform and with her cock hard. She had reconfigured the examination table into a more bed-like form, lower and wide enough that we could at least both lie down on it without risking to fall off. We cuddled there for a bit, then started making out. I couldn't keep my hands off her amazing breasts except to stroke her cock. When she asked me to suck it I did it gladly. Her pre-cum tasted amazing and I couldn't wait to get more of it and at about that point I realized that even though I had felt pretty normal I was still reeling a bit from my previous emotional roller coaster ride. Alice pulled me up on top of her and her mouth on my pussy made me cum almost right away. She kept lapping softly at my clit and it sent me into a long, gentle orgasm with tiny peaks of intense pleasure when she sucked on it instead. While I kept my hand on her cock and tried to remember to stroke it I couldn't focus enough to use my mouth, especially since I was gasping and moaning throughout. I made up for that when I came down though. I'm used to taking all of Mom's cock down my throat, and while the position I was in didn't quite let me do that to Alice I made a good effort, and judging from the way she started moaning and bucking her hips she appreciated it. When the few drops of pre-cum grew to a slow but steady flow I focused my efforts on the tip and stroked her shaft with both hands, swirling my tongue around the fat head and moving my hands quickly up and down her spit-wet cock. It didn't take long before she gave up one of those little gasps and my mouth was flooded with her cum, long thick spurts of it going down my throat and out between my lips. I kept on stroking her pulsating shaft, my fingers sliding easily in the slick mixture of saliva and sperm. When the flood had stopped I plunged my head down again, taking almost all of her cock down my throat, one hand squeezing her balls while the other found her clit. She gasped again, her cock twitching in my throat as she shot another load right down into my belly. When she finally stopped pumping cum down my throat I slowly let her slide out of my mouth and concentrated on licking her clean, lapping up every trace of sperm I could find. She laid back and tried to catch her breath, sometimes raising her head to kiss my inner thigh. She didn't soften completely, and when I started to lick her more firmly and suck the tip to catch the odd drop of sperm that still leaked out she started to get hard again. I turned around and straddled her thighs, rubbing myself against her slowly rising cock while I looked down on her and fondled her fantastic breasts. They were so big and both soft and firm, her small areolae holding big fat nipples that just begged to be sucked. I kissed them each in turn, then sucked them until they were hard as erasers. Alice laid back with her eyes closed, letting me do as I wished. When I was satisfied that her nipples couldn't get any harder I raised myself on my knees and used my hands to guide her cock to my entrance. She was long enough that I had to raise myself a bit further, steadying myself with one hand while the other pushed her inside me. I slowly slid down her, taking her entire cock inside me in one motion, making her moan softly as I showed her she didn't need to be gentle with me in the future. I leaned down to kiss her, rubbing my much smaller breasts against hers, moving my hips slowly. Then I raised myself up again and began to ride her in earnest. I looked down into her eyes as we fucked, drowning in the blue depths of them as our bodies moved together. She raised her hands to my breasts, holding them tenderly as I slowly slid up and down her shaft. Soon my growing excitement pushed me to move faster and I closed my eyes as I leaned back and concentrated on the sensation of Alice's cock inside my pussy. Her hands fell away from my breasts and when I glanced down she was playing wit her own, squeezing the big mounds of soft flesh and flicking her fingers over her nipples. I sped up my movements even more, my ass slapping against her thighs, and soon I felt my orgasm approach. Alice shifted beneath me and when I felt her lips close around my nipple and suck hard I came almost immediately, my pussy squeezing her cock tightly. Just when I was starting to come down she grabbed hold of my hips and started thrusting up into me, making me cum again as her cock pulsated inside me and filled me with her hot sperm. Afterwards we both lay there gasping, her cock still inside me as her cum slowly leaked out of me. We stayed there for a while, kissing and cuddling, until we were ready to,get up and shower. We were both pretty well fucked out and mellow so helping each other wash in the cramped stall didn't lead to any more adventures but it was still a nice, quiet moment. And that's how the week continued. Tina stayed with the Pattersons, two mothers with twin futa daughters a year older than me who were happy to have someone stay with them and help keep their girls satisfied. Lily had friends stay over every night, all of us sharing Mom's bed. Penny stayed over twice, including Friday when Tina was home again and she seemed to enjoy spending time with us even when we weren't fucking. Nurse Forethought had given me a vibrator suitable for overnight use but I only turned it on once. Going to her office for a thorough fucking became the highlight of my day and I was almost a little sad that it would end so for our last session on Friday afternoon I brought her a little gift, a cute little nurse poppet I had ordered special from a place in New Delhi. It wasn't a perfect likeness, but then you can't demand too much from a ten centimeter robot, and I had programmed it with some of the nice things she had said to me. When she set it to walk over her desk and it repeated some of her words Alice got tears in her eyes and said it was absolutely perfect. We hugged for a long time and I promised to come by and see her next week to let her know how I was feeling. On Friday night when I finally fell asleep between Tina and Lily with Penny's cum still warm on my skin, even though I was still missing Mom I couldn't imagine how I had ever thought this would be a bad week.

Chapter 0 - Rosemary For Sale

This is a work of fiction. The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.  Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Rosemary for Sale Rosemary lay awake on the small cotton pad they had given her. She could smell it was nasty and it had not been washed since the day she had arrived but she was still grateful to have it. It was still a more peaceful bed than what she had in the orphanage. She had seen inside some of the other enclosures. She knew it could be worse. Straw and refuse lay about in some of them, crowded with several women. Others were barred shut or smelled heavily of something foul and dank. She hoped to never find out what made them smell like that. She guessed that the only reason she got her own cell in this hellish place is the fact that she had retained her virginity. She knew from how the other women were treated, she was different and it was the only thing that set her apart. Had she known it was going to be used against her like this, she would have taken the risk of a teenage pregnancy and allowed one of those horny boys she knew to violate her body. She strained her ears, searching for any sound indicating what time it was. There was nothing she could identify solidly. The frequent distant screams echoed down hallways. Sounds of wet slaps on soft things. It could be strikes of crops on flesh, whips snaking onto bodies, beasts of burden being urged to pull and carry. Or her fellow slaves being punished and pushed to new limits. She unconsciously pressed her shirt against her nipples. She had been beaten and whipped her first week on the property until she was grinding her rough burlap shirt against her nipples at every chance. At first, it was such an unnatural movement for her. Instead of the heavy chastity belt the orphanage had put on her, here at Lancaster Manor they used a different method to ensure her virginity remained intact. They put heavy leather mittens on her hands and buckled them on. When no one was around to monitor her, one of the porters would clip the ends to her thick leather collar. She had to learn to press her arms against her chest to make the shirt press against her small tits. During those first few days, she had seen several of the other girls who were bought at auction along side her being trained in the same way. Rub or get strikes. Rub or the cane swats against her ass. All the other girls had it easier, thought Rosemary. They had larger tits, ones that swayed and moved when they shook their chests. Like large pendulums, their breasts made their own friction against the rough fabric. There was no pressing their arms tight to their chests, pulling and tugging the harsh weave of fibers over nipples. She hated them all. Rosemary jerked as she heard the cold sound of metal on metal. She knew from the countless times she heard the noise that it was the porter using his key on her cell door. The outline of light of her cell door suddenly became a rectangle of brightness. Rosemary squinted, hoping that today it was Tony who was sent to fetch her and not that awful Brent. She began frantically pressing the burlap cloth that served as her top against her sore nipples. Her eyes adjusted and she saw it was Tony this morning. Her heart slowed down a bit, knowing she would get a toilet trip first. Brent always forced a blowjob before leaving her cell, his sperm dripping down her face and from her hair as he led her through the cellar. He never allowed her to swallow, despite the frequent instruction that she never spill a single drop from any male. Parading her through the cellar ensured she was punished throughout the day for disobedience with a double-cock gag strapped to her face. She never got a choice which end was going to be her gag and which end was for display, the long and narrow cock or the wide, fat monster. There were times she was sure it had recently been used before going into her mouth. She knew Brent was tormenting her for some reason. Tony was nicer. He would let her pee and clean up from her time in the cell before he made her suck him off. He loved to grind his foot against her crotch as she drove his cock down her throat. And she was allowed to keep clean too. Her primary objection about Tony was he insisted on bathing her. He focused so much attention on her tits and pussy she almost always came, necessitating another round of the wet sponge, or sometimes just a cold bucket of water. It always depended on his mood at the time and how well she sucked his cock. And then there was the harsh towels to dry her off. There were days she preferred Brent, but only when bathing. He left her mostly alone. He was clearly instructed to wash her tits and pussy and he always rubbed her clit until she doubled over with an orgasm. She still could not tell if he was better at making her cum or if Tony was, since there were times Tony did not quite get her there. Despite how harsh he was, Tony was still the least sadistic to her. She knew she had been here at least two months, her cycle having just ended a few days ago, her second one since she was purchased. It was a long standing policy at the orphanage to sell off any unclaimed children the day they turned 18. Orphans had the choice of either auction or abandonment. No one wanted to be abandoned here, effectively becoming wards of the State. Wards of the State were considered public property and it was the local government’s civic duty to properly care for its wards. Which it did so by selling them off. Bounties were paid for any property recovered and an active slave trade kept revenues up and the streets empty beggars and the poor. Since the orphanage sold her directly, it was allowed to add in the cost of her chastity, no small sum. Rosemary had spent almost 4 years of her life as an orphan, watching the prettiest girls and slight build boys leave the building with rich benefactors. She got to interview with them too from time to time, but no one ever showed interest in adopting her. She had arrived at the orphanage at the age of 14, having lost both parents to the local debtor’s prison. In a lot of ways her life had improved since those dark days. At least here at the Manor, she was not assaulted all the time. Rosemary paid a heavy price for entering the orphanage a virgin. Not only was she fitted with a heavy and awkward chastity belt, but none of her clothes could fit her properly again. Anything she wore would clearly show she was belted. Only the simplest of dresses were made for her to cover herself and even then, the bulk of the belt clearly stood out against her slight frame. What made her time at the orphanage the worst was how often she actually came out of that belt. Frequent medical exams ensured she stayed virginal during her time there. She was always blindfolded for the procedure. Probing fingers mashed and moved around her genitals, sometimes there were hands grabbing at her breasts. It became routine to be examined like this, strapped to a strange half table, stirrups holding her legs apart. She was scared that at any moment someone would plunge into her, ripping her virtue and ending her value. Every evening, she would pass out from exhaustion. Rosemary would be woken up with her wrists and ankles tied in a spread eagle pose. One of the girls would then pick the lock on her belt and free her. After a few weeks, the girls managed to produce a key, one of the spares the orphanage kept locked up. Rosemary was violated every night from then on. Tears and begging for mercy usually occupied several hours of her nights this way, her voice never above a whisper. She was too scared to be caught bound to her bed by the headmistress. The other girls kept telling her that if she was found like this, the headmistress would keep her bound all the time, a pervert free to torment. They would threaten to tear her open, tell her how much it hurt, how much it would bleed. And then mercilessly rub her clit until she came. Yes, her life at the Lancaster Manor in many ways had become an improvement. Tony attached a braided leather lead on to her collar before un-clipping her mittened hands. She rolled her shoulders and made her elbows pop as she stretched. The sharp jerk on her leash made her quickly follow him to the bathing area set up for the slaves of the household. She knew if she tried to touch herself beyond rubbing her nipples, she would be beaten at the minimum. Her pussy was no longer her own. This morning was turning out to be very different than all her others. Tony led her to the bathing area where the water was warmed and already a bit soapy, not the cold bucket she was used to. A second smaller bucket was full of clear warm water, set aside to rinse her off. She looked at Tony in confusion. She learned in her early days here not to speak unless told to. Both Tony and Brent were strong advocates of silence from slaves. And the panel and cock gags used as reminders were very effective. In silent practiced moves, Tony took off her collar, mittens, and short burlap shirt. He stood back to allow her to bathe. She knew that even if she were to try to escape, now that she was free of her bondage, there was no where to go beyond this room. It was all slick stonework and she barely kept her footing with the help of the porters in here. Running was dangerous. Plus the gate they used to keep the area separate only opened with the porter’s key. Tony and Brent were too strong to over power. Not while naked. After using the small cloth provided to scrub with, she stood with her arms behind her head, legs apart, waiting for Tony to begin his assault on her tits and pussy. After several moments, she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her. Was that pity she saw there? What was he sad about her for? He dipped his hand into the smaller bucket and tossed the clear warm water against her skin, removing any residue from her own ministrations. After she had rinsed off, she expected Tony to begin his drying routine but he just threw one of the harsh towels her way. Rosemary quietly adapted and quickly dried herself off, paying extra attention to her crotch. When she was finished, she dropped to her knees and hobbled over to him, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. Her hands reached for his cock, clearly straining against his pants. Tony slapped her away from his crotch, his face locked into a stern expression. He made a single movement of his head, a shake indicating No. His eyes darted around the room quickly and Rosemary took the hint. They were being watched and she was not behaving the way he needed her to. She stood back up, almost eager for her collar and mittens now. She could tell something was bothering Tony. Something involving her. He had even skipped giving back her scratchy shirt. She was slow to follow him now and he was constantly tugging at her leash. Her feet were stumbling along, the sense of dread welling up inside her chest. Hot tears began to form in her eyes. She instinctively knew there was something wrong. From the way he walked, his looks at her, Tony clearly knew what was about to happen to her and she was not allowed to ask. Her stomach growled and she almost turned down the hallway to where she was fed. But Tony kept going straight. Was she to be examined again? There were not many other doors down this way and she had never been to any of the other rooms. Part of her was grateful to be skipping the feeding room. It was the only place she saw any of the other slaves now. It was a large open space, a few support columns breaking up the room. Wooden partitions were placed along the walls, ensuring that the slaves could not see the others unless the porters decided otherwise. Each stall had a tube extending down from the ceiling with a leather covered pipe extending from the bottom, a fake cock for each slave to suck on to get nourishment. Her first day here, they had brought her in for her feeding and she tried to revolt. The room stank of bodies and sweat, spilled muck at the feet of the feeding slaves already locked into their stations. She could see they were strapped in place, the ‘cock’ forced into their mouths, hands cuffed around the tube, preventing them from backing off the device. Rosemary bucked and kicked, earning herself a whipping instead of a meal. Her hands were chained over her head and she was summarily beaten at her assigned stall, the feeding cock smacking her face as she tried to avoid the strikes. Her screams echoed in the room, causing many of the trapped slaves to sob around their feeding tubes. The tube she was to feed from dripped the foul meal provided for her, piling up on the floor, making it hard for her to stand. She was not let out of her cell for two days after that. When she was brought back to the feeding room again, she was the first one there. Brent explained to her that if she fought again, each slave would see what happens if they fought. Rosemary cried and sobbed, the leather and metal pipe forced far into her mouth. Whatever foulness was in that pipe, it was the only meal she would be getting from now on. Her empty stomach and thirst made her desperate to comply with the demands. Today, she passed the hallway with only the faintest longing for a meal. Her stomach was empty and her fear was making her feel a bit sick. She was also not comforted by the fact she did not hear any noise from down that way. Normally, there was crying and sobbing at the minimum. Choking sounds from another captive who was being fed a new recipe. Right now, anything that sounded routine would calm her. The strides Tony was making was putting her into a panic. When they stopped in front of the exam room, she relaxed slightly. She knew what to expect in this room. She closed her eyes, preparing for the usual leather strip that was to be her blindfold. When Tony dropped the heavy leather sack over her head, the slight noise she made earned her a strike to her tits. She could feel the back of his hand on her chest for several minutes after he hit her, especially her right nipple. The ring he wore caught it with his swing, pinching it hard. He removed her collar and belted the leather bag around her throat. The stiff belt prevented her from moving her head freely, increasing her sense of dread. Her eyes adjusted to the new darkness and she could see pinholes in the leather, allowing just enough light for her to make out the floor, Tony’s black boot barely in her view. He grabbed her hands, clipped them together and brought them above her head. Another click and they were secured there. He stepped away, his footsteps fading, leaving Rosemary to contemplate her new situation. The first thing she noticed was the smell inside the hood. The strong smell of the leather was pleasant to her, but there were other smells she picked up on too. ‘Someone has been sick in this thing’, she thought, the faint scent of vomit in her nose. She tried to stop thinking of how long she might be here, stuck in this hood. She did not dare step away from the spot Tony left her at. Her mild panic was starting to grow when she heard footsteps again in the hall. She felt more than saw the leash being connected to her new collar, the tug yanking her toward the exam room. Rosemary began to calm a bit. She was very familiar with what went on in this room. She climbed upon the exam table without being told, placing her legs into the stirrups. The leather padding stuck to her skin, making it hard for her to move once she was in place. Hands strapped her legs tight to the supports and a belt was strapped over her arms and head, tight on her forehead. A final belt was placed over her belly, cinched too tight for her to breathe properly. She struggled to keep quiet. The belt on her belly was new. It scared her. It kept her hips from moving when combined with the straps on her legs. She had never been strapped down to be examined like this before and panic was starting to make its way into her chest. Despite the severe consequences of making noise, she was preparing herself for a scream when she heard voices talking about her. “Is this the one, Father?” a male voice sounded. “She looks so small. No wonder she is not producing. Are you sure the cooks have been feeding her the right dosages?” “Yes, Martin, the cooks have been properly doing their jobs.” She knew that voice. She rarely heard it, but that was Lord Lancaster. They must be here examining her today. A hand grabbed her right breast, pulling and kneading it like it was some dough. She was squeezed and pressed, her nipple being pulled on at the end of the treatment. Rosemary was in agony, struggling to keep from making any noise. She knew the punishments were harsh from the porters. She could only imagine how bad the Lord would treat her if she were to try to speak right now. ‘Producing? Producing what?’ she thought, as her left breast was mauled. “The Doctor thinks she might produce properly if she were impregnated,” said Lord Lancaster. “Which is such a shame. I was hoping to get some Virgin milk out of her. They are so hard to find these days without directly breeding them. I could have set whatever price I wanted. And I hear that its much more delicious than the other varieties.” Her tit was still in the grasp of whatever hand was currently tormenting her. She felt a hand at her crotch, rough dry fingers exploring her clit and pussy. Hot tears began to form in her eyes. She just knew that hand was going to tear her open, they were going to mount here right here. “She is so small down here, Father. I bet she would be fun ride!” The excitement in his voice made Rosemary almost cry out. His fingertips were pressed up against her hymen, his thumb resting on her clit. She wanted him to rub it, just move it just a little. “She is getting moist! Ha! She wants it Father. Can I? Can I take her?” The glee she heard in his voice shook her. They were openly negotiating her virginity while mauling her. Her tits ached, the constant stimulation of them for the past weeks driving her mad. Her clit throbbed, needing more than the fingertip pressed against it. Her body started to shake, a silent sob coursing through her, her panic taking control. The only positive effect of her movement was that it make Martin’s fingers move, sliding over her clit which sent her body into stronger convulsions. “Is she cumming? Brent, you told me it takes some effort to elicit an orgasm from her,” said Lord Lancaster. “Tony, you said the same. Were you lying to me?” His voice went cold and hard suddenly. Even Rosemary became still, Martin’s fingers still pinching at her pussy. She barely drew in breath, the leather sticking to her face. She heard something slice through the air next to her and Tony’s voice saying “My Lord, I think she was crying. She is easily cowed ever since her first days here.” Rosemary knew he was right. She had given up all hope of anything other than a short, painful existence here once she was sold. She knew very well the lifespan of most slaves like her was short. Her mind was whirling. Both Tony and Brent were here in the room, as well as Lord Lancaster and his son. She felt her examination was not going as well as it could have. She was not allowed to speak for herself and she was clearly not meeting the expectations they had of her. ‘They wanted me to make my own milk?’ she thought. ‘And now what are they are going to do to me? Impregnate me? Oh god! Not like this!’ “Have her Martin. Its your birthday today. Keep her, she’s yours. Add her to your collection if you want. Her fate is yours to decide.” Lord Lancaster was disappointed in his purchase. “I will see you this evening for your birthday feast.” Heavy footfalls faded off out of the room. “Brent, take her to my room. I want to enjoy my present before breakfast.” He pinched her clit against her pubic bone and withdrew his fingers quickly. Rosemary held her breath, her scream stifled successfully. Her panic was rising but she had no choices. She was property and Martin Lancaster wanted her in his room. And Brent was going to take her there. She just knew he was going to find a way to torment her. She knew both porters unstrapped her from the table. She could feel Tony on one side of her, Brent must have been on the other. Once the leather belts had been released, she moved off the table toward Brent, attempting to give him less reasons to punish her. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her forward. He forced her forward from the room, never once letting go of her neck. They turned away from the exam room and he made her stop in front of a door. She could see his arm pull open the door, revealing a set of stairs leading up. She had never been off this level of the estate and she had no idea what was in store for her at this point. A shape moved past, an expensive shirt and pants flashing in front of her. ‘That must be Martin,’ she thought. The holes in the leather hood allowed her to see a bit, but it was not enough to make out finer details. She had to keep her gaze low just to use the holes to see. Brent kept a strong grip on her neck as he pushed her in front of him up each step. He partly was lifting her up with each motion forward. Her breathing became labored after a few steps. The thick leather with its tiny holes was not allowing much air to pass. Brent seemed to know this, his strong hand at her neck keeping her upright. When she started to stumble, he slowed down, allowing her to breathe more. She was getting lightheaded. She felt Brent move next to her face. “You are going to wish they had started milking you,” his hard voice sounding harsh. “If Martin likes you and adds you to his collection, you are going to suffer such daily torments you cannot imagine. He lets me watch after them most days.” He gave a quick laugh in her ear. “He normally picks just one to play with on his own and there are so many to care for.” Rosemary had wondered why it was mostly Tony who came for her in the mornings and evenings. Now she knew. Brent was usually overseeing Martin’s collection, whatever that meant. She was afraid to find out. He hauled her down an unfamiliar hallway, a long rug on the floor running down the center. She could see the occasional table leg and door frame but she still had no idea where she really was. “Personally, I hope you fail. I have too many to take care of as it is without adding you to my chores. I will eagerly admit you have talent sucking cock, but Martin won’t be using your mouth today.” Brent then reached down and forced a cloth to her crotch, pressing on her pussy and drying up the moisture that Martin caused. “He thinks you don’t like sex, so if you go to him all sloppy and wet, then I look like a liar. Better that your first time is rough and dry. I really hope he makes you cry out so I can punish you.” He then shoved the cloth between her throat and the bag, blocking off many of the holes and forcing her to smell herself, the damp cloth pressed against her nose and mouth. Tears began to flow from her eyes, her emotions getting out of control. She was about to be raped by her new master and Brent was doing everything he could to make it as miserable as possible. He pushed her forward and she stumbled onto a soft surface. Perfumes and slick fabrics enveloped her senses for a moment, almost overriding the scent of her arousal and the leather sack. She could feel her hands being grabbed and she was pulled further onto what she was sure was Martin’s bed. A sharp sounding click later and her hands were stuck in place. She pulled and struggled but it was no use, she had been connected to something on the bed frame. She felt hands grab at her ankles and a body pressed up against her legs. The hairy legs was a strange sensation to her, causing her skin to crawl with the tickle of the contact. Warm hard flesh pressed against her pussy as Martin pressed his cock against her. Rosemary tried to close her legs, terrified of the pain she knew was coming. His dick missed its target and slid along her clit and up along her belly. The bed shifted a bit and an arm pressed down next to her side. His cock moved along her pussy again and began to press into her vagina. She instinctively tried to close her legs, anything to stop what she knew was coming. “Spread her,” Martin said. A pair of calloused hands grabbed one of her ankles and pulled. A softer pair of hands with hard long fingernails grabbed her other ankle. Rosemary almost made a noise, the shock that there was another person in the room nearly forcing a squeal out of her. She knew it must be Brent who had pulled on her, but she had no idea who the other person was. It certainly was not Tony. Marin kept trying to penetrate her but his cock was too dry to enter. He shifted off of her, saying “Lick her, Cumdump.” The softer hands left her ankle and she suddenly felt a mouth on her pussy. Spit and a tongue worked on her cunt for a few moments before Martin returned, trying to mount her again. His rock hard cock sliding along her quim, finding her entrance. He pressed forward into her hymen and she could feel it tear. She was steeling herself for tremendous pain, her insides ripping and bleeding out. Instead, the feeling of fullness overwhelmed her senses as his cock pressed up inside her. His dick made contact inside her vagina, stroking her G-spot for a brief moment. She felt so good that, for a moment, she forgot all her training and let slip a satisfied grunt. Martin instantly stilled atop her. “Did you just laugh?” his voice hard and cold. She could almost see his anger through the leather hood sack. He placed a fist into her belly and pressed his entire weight into her. Her breath was forced out as she rapidly shook her head, desperate to tell him No any way she could. “I heard her laugh, sir,” said Brent. Rosemary was shocked at his words. ‘That was no laugh and he knows it!’ she thought. The pain in her stomach was rising into her mind, blocking out almost all thought. Martin’s cock was still buried inside her cunt, it’s slight movements stimulating her in ways she was not expecting. There had to be something wrong with her. She was enjoying the sensations. ‘Maybe I am a pervert?’ He plunged into her pussy a few more thrusts and withdrew, pressing with his fists hard into her belly as he moved off. “Cumdump, finish me. She doesn’t deserve my cum.” Slurping and gagging noises began immediately. “Brent”, he said casually, “after you tend to my collection, take her over to that bar I like. Oliver knows what can be done with her. Tell him she replaces that girl I broke last month. Oh, and canes today. I like how they scream with the canes lately.” ‘He broke a girl? How?’ Rosemary could not believe what she was hearing. He was so casual and matter of fact about what he just said. She had been caned once, for breaking curfew at the orphanage. It took her days to sit again and the marks lasted for weeks. ‘Lately? That means canes are regularly used!’ she thought. “Very good, sir,” Brent’s reply sounded smug. He had wanted Martin to treat her badly. He had gotten what he wanted, certainly. She was left on the bed, unable to pull herself free. She kept her legs closed, wondering how badly she was bleeding. She was so absorbed in trying to process what had just happened to her that it was quite a shock when she heard women’s voices all crying out different words. “Tits!”, one screamed. “Ass!”, cried out another. “Cunt! Feet! Thighs!”, all cried out in different voices. ‘They sound like dogs barking!’, thought Rosemary. She squirmed on the bedding, imagining horrible cane strikes on her body. She heard the slice of air just before it hit flesh. “Oww!!”, a woman screamed. Several more strikes followed, her screams drawing out with each hit. She took a breath and screamed “Thank you!” followed quickly with “Tits! Tits! Tits!”. There was a pause before Rosemary heard the swish again and another woman screamed loudly. “Oh god! My tits! Cane my tits! Please!” Brent landed several strikes to the woman before she started chanting “Feet! Feet!” Another pause that soon began to fill with sobs, Rosemary strained her ears for the next blows to land. Even though she could not see them, she had seen enough canings to know that the marks on the first woman were just now beginning to develop full color. The first red lines were now filling up with blood, turning them a deep red or worse. ‘He is making them choose the punishment the next one gets!’, she thought. ‘That is so sick!’ She was slightly relieved that she had not become part of Martin’s ‘collection’ even if it did mean her fate was now up to Oliver at the bar. Brent continued his beatings on the women. The cries of ‘no’ and ‘ouch’ and the screams going on for so long that Rosemary started to cry for them. She tried to cover herself on the bed, her mind reacting to the sounds by imagining herself as the next target. Occasionally one of them would sound pleased with Brent’s choice of target, crying out with ‘Yes!’ and sounds of pleasure. Through it all, Rosemary could hear Cumdump slurp and gag on Martin’s hard member. He always increased his pace when the screams were at their loudest. She had no idea how long it had taken but the cries of the women all eventually turned into a singular plea: “Mercy! Mercy!” As the chorus of voices started to peak, Martin began to grunt and Rosemary could hear Cumdump choking. “All of it. All of it Cumdump”, she heard Marin saying. “Don’t spill a drop or you will be whipped.” Cumdump went quiet for a moment and a satisfied grunt sounded from Martin. Rosemary heard something heavy land on the floor and her new master spoke. “Heh. She swallowed it all, but she passed out. Make sure she is breathing. And prepare her for whipping after you have taken out the trash. She is going to be my guest’s entertainment tonight! As well as my collection. Lovely marks on them too! My party is going to be so well decorated this evening!” For a moment, Rosemary was confused. Martin had instructed Brent to take her to the bar, not take out the trash. Her confusion passed quickly as she realized that to Martin, she was the trash. Her tears, already freely flowing in pity for the beaten women, rolled down her face and gathered into the cloth at her mouth. Her juices mingled with her salty tears, filling up the hood with her scent all over again. She was so focused on herself, she did not notice Brent had moved to check on Cumdump nor that he was releasing her hood from the bed frame. When he jerked her off the soft bed, she squealed in fear, knowing a cane strike was going to land on her. Instead, Brent punched her stomach, making her double over in pain and fall to the floor. She could barely make out a female shape lying there next to her. Black belts kept her legs bound tightly together. Rosemary could see scars crossing all over her legs, old ones mixed with healing ones. Before she could see any more, Brent lifted her up by her hood and hands, literally dragging her from the room. She heard Martin humming Happy Birthday to himself, clearly satisfied with how his morning was proceeding. Brent pulled her along quickly down the hall again. She was barely able to keep her footing as he hauled her out of the house. Once they were outside and her feet were on the sharp gravel of the walkway, Brent let her go for a moment. He released her hands from the top of the hood and connected them again behind her back. She felt the belt at her throat being loosened and suddenly the bag was removed. Brent’s hand caught the soaked cloth at her throat before it could drop to the ground. He tucked the bag under his arm and moved in front of her, his eyes locked on her face. He looked so angry and she could not help but cry. “You don’t deserve to see where we are going but if I leave you blinded, I won’t have time to do all my chores before tonight’s celebrations.” His voice was hard and as cold as metal. “Follow me or I will clamp you.” He held up some spring loaded clips, wide and with spiked edges. There were several of them, all attached with chains. She had no idea where he would clip those painful looking things to her and she did not want to find out. “And no noise,” he added as she shoved the moist rag into her mouth. She knew better than to resist the improvised gag. Brent turned and began walking down the gravel drive. Rosemary struggled to keep up, the sharp stones hard on her feet. From time to time she stepped off the path into the cooler grass on the side. As they got farther away from the manor, the lane curved, allowing the trees on the property to hide the home from the street. They approached the end of the drive and Rosemary could see a figure locked into a pillory. When they got closer, she could see it was a woman, her clothes in tatters and hanging off her frame. “If you do a good job greeting the guests today, you might be released,” Brent said as he placed the leather hood over her head. “Please! Please let me go! Please Brent! I will do anything! Please!” she cried as he buckled the belt around her throat. Rosemary stared at his cool expression. He slapped her ass a few times and tore a bit more of her dress. “Do a good job today Sara. Your brother wants a good birthday party!” he said, walking quickly away, a shocked Rosemary nearly running behind to catch up. Her mind was spinning. ‘That was Martin’s sister?! Surely that could not be real! Why was she out there near the street?’ She had no answers and would not dare ask for any. Brent moved fast, his long strides carrying him easily down the street. Rosemary fought to keep up, her tiny breasts bouncing on her chest. She drew stares from all sides as she ran behind the Lancaster porter. She tried to not think about how many people she passed were runaway slave hunters. How many of them would snatch her up and apply for a bounty at City Hall. Brent looked behind at her from time to time. She wondered what would really happen if she tried to run. Would he let her? Would he call out that she was a runaway? It was obvious she was property so she could not claim any misunderstanding. The rag in her mouth tasted sour and was soaking up her drool for a time. When it got saturated, she would suck on it, getting a fresh taste of herself and her tears. Her growling stomach reminded her she still had not had a meal today. Despite how foul it was, she missed her morning meal right now. They soon began passing smaller homes, built closer together. They were approaching the center of the town, people packing the streets. Every step became harder for Rosemary to keep up with Brent. Pinching fingers would sneak out at her nipples and tits. Slaps to her ass and legs started to become a regular occurrence. Brent must have noticed and approved of the treatment because he slowed, allowing the crowds more time to molest her. She thought he had led them to the wrong place when she noticed they were getting close to the local prison. Thick stone walls cordoned off the area, a single barred gate with guards manning it was the only entrance. The smiles she received from them made her feel like she was a target. All the men in this area looked at her like that. Big, burly men, well dressed and well paid, each one of them giving her a stare that scared her to the core. She followed Brent as close as she could, drawing the gaze of everyone in the street. ‘The Last Chance’ was written above the door he entered and Rosemary noticed the bar was only separated from the prison by an alleyway in the back of the building. The noise was deafening inside and barely lessened when she entered. So many eyes focused on her in that instant, she felt like she was meat in front of starving dogs. Brent had already moved toward the bar itself, forcing Rosemary to thread a path past all the tables. Hands grabbed and fingers probed at her as she struggled to get to his side. She was not the only slave here and not the only nude one either. The second floor of the building had a walkway that ran around the room, doors every few feet. From how frequent people were coming in and out of them, she knew those rooms were being used to fuck slaves. The sounds alone were familiar enough to her. Along one wall were men and women locked into pillories and stocks. She could see a few of their faces, tear stained messes. Others were only showing their backsides, cum and other fluids dripping off them. ‘What’s going to happen to me? Oh god! Please don’t let me end up like this!’ she cried in her mind. She had thought the orphanage was bad. This place was going to be her end and she knew it. The sense of dire dread growing in her chest. She began to cry again, her hot tears streaking down her face. She reached Brent just as he had finished saying something to an older balding man. “Fuck him! Damn it Brent, he broke my Wendy last month and now he wants to replace her with that stick thin stray?” The man looked straight at her. “Her tits are too small! Look at this shit! She cant be in the fuck wall!” Brent leaned over and said something close to the man’s ear. “What the fuck! First time just today?! Bullshit, she’s not even bleeding! So I can’t sell her out as a recent virgin, no one would buy that! Fuck! And besides, all my rooms are full. I can’t take on another whore right now.” Rosemary wanted to run, to escape this nightmare. She looked over at the fuck wall, bodies trapped by panels. All she could see was asses, feet and hands. At least at the places that were not already occupied with someone pounded on the trapped slave. There was a woman ramming a strapped on dildo into another girl right next to a man pounding away into another pussy. Next to them was a man whose cock was being stroked and teased by a woman, the man with her was binding the slave’s balls and cock with a thin leather cord. ‘The rooms upstairs are probably worse than this!’ she thought, scanning the room for every predatory look. There were far too many for her to feel good about this place. “Fine. Fine. Take her out back then. I know I won’t get what I need out of her. You had better make it up to me, Brent. Wendy was a grand whore until he ruined her. After what he did, she was not even good enough for the wall.” The bald man looked at Rosemary one more time and winked. “Put on a good show slave. Its your last chance!” He laughed so hard at his own joke, Brent grabbing her arm and pulling her to the back of the building. No one touched her with Brent leading her on, something she was quietly grateful for. The probing fingers she had been enduring were having an effect on her. The faint touches to her pussy were reminding her that she had not gotten to cum yet and all the attention on her was starting to make her feel a bit horny. ‘What is wrong with me?’ Rosemary wondered. She hated this but could not deny how her body was reacting to how she was being treated. Brent took her down several steps and stopped next to a wooden pillory that was set up in the alleyway. She hated how it looked, little carved spikes at the bases of the pillars, a head hole and two wrist holes in a board meant to keep her upright on the spikes. A whipping cane hung from a hook right in front of her. Brent opened the device and placed her neck into the largest opening. He lifted a knee into her crotch, forcing her to keep in place. He reached behind her and released her hands from each other. Quickly, he moved them into the wrist slots and closed the locking bar into place. She was now trapped, literally her last chance. As Brent took the mittens off her hands, a youthful boy came running out of the bar. He carried a chalkboard sign and some rope. She could not see all of what was written on it but she saw For Sale very clearly. The boy made a great deal of effort to make sure it hung just below her pussy. He handed something to Brent as he went back into the bar just as Brent was attaching one of her ankles to the metal cuff attached to the post. Rosemary began to cry as the pressure of her body began to press her foot into the spikes. It was not that they were sharp. The pressure points were brutal on the bottoms of her feet. And it increased to new levels when Brent cuffed her other leg to the second post. She was now spread open for anyone in the alley. Free to harass her or use the offered cane to her skin. Her cloth gag was her only respite, allowing her to keep a bit of dignity. And silence. It had kept her from making any noises around Brent, something she was grateful for. Some of those pinches had hurt and without her gag, he may have punished her. He finished locking her up and she quickly realized she could take pressure off her feet by hanging from her neck and wrists. But not for long. She could not hang herself like that and eventually she had to put her weight back at her feet. “So you see what your predicament is? Good. I knew you were a smart one, even if you were not well endowed.” She felt him grab a nipple. He slowly increased the pressure, twisting as he continued to speak. “This is The Last Chance. It’s named that because this is the last chance most slaves here have before they either die or get donated to the prison yard. You are not a prisoner of course, so if you escaped from there, you would earn your total freedom. But nude? Starving? Locked in a stock for hours?” ‘Hours? How long am I going to be here?’ she wondered. “I think the prisoners there would make short work of something as slight as you,” said Brent. He released her nipple, the pain changing from his pinch to the return of blood to her nub of flesh. “Your only hope is that, before midnight, someone comes along willing to buy you. Oliver in there wants enough to replace his Wendy, so you have quite a sum to attract. Oh, and this is mine.” He pulled the rag from her mouth. As she moved her jaw, free of the gag, he placed the object the boy had given him into her mouth. A ring gag, simple and effective. The single leather strap going behind her head quickly and pulled on tight. “The boy has a good eye for the right size. You could take one larger but this will keep you from biting as you are inspected. And since Martin has invited all the big spenders in town to his party, there is a very good chance you are going to be tossed to the prisoners tonight.“ Tears began to flow from her eyes as the drool she could no longer contain began to drip out of her mouth. Brent smiled at her, turned on his heel, and walked back into the bar. Over the next 12 hours, men and women wandered into the alley and inspected her. Some took strikes at her ass and legs with the offered cane. Some plunged into her pussy with their fingers, pleased with her look of pain. Some forced fingers into her mouth, gauging how deep she could take a cock. She could see that some were slaves themselves, wearing collars proudly over their clothes. Others were clearly servants, out having a good time during the afternoon. The sun went down far too slowly for her, the crowds thinning, whispers of the Lancaster party taking over the local calendar of events. She hung from the stock several times, never quite able to allow her life to fade. Her feet were in agony, her drool a pool below her face and between her legs. She knew she passed out several times. It was only a cane strike or fingers in her mouth or pussy that woke her again. The crowd in the bar started to pick up again near the midnight hour as some patrons arrived to see what the evening after a Lancaster birthday party might bring them. Rosemary heard cries and screaming and a raucous cheer from the bar. Her heart sank as cheers of ‘Sara! Sar-ra! Sar-ra!’ filled the place. She could only guess that Sara Lancaster had in fact been freed from her pillory. Only to end up at The Last Chance. She could not decide if her tears were from her own pain or for pity that Sara had ended up here too. She was so lost in her own self that she did not fully notice the older man standing across from her. His stern look was severe. She could not tell if he was sizing her up or angry at her. He moved very close to her and she could see how fine his clothing was. He lifted the flower out of his lapel and placed it in her hair. He then ascended the steps to the bar. Oliver could be heard arguing and raising his voice. A few minutes passed and Oliver appeared in the alley, a huge smile on his face. “You are quite a lucky cunt! This here is Thomas and he just bought you for Master Malone, your new owner.” He unlocked the ankle cuffs which allowed her to get off those damned spikes. Her feet felt raw. The locking bar swung free and she nearly collapsed. Thomas caught her, one hand grabbing at her breast, the other pressing against her back. He shifted his grip slightly and held her tight to himself. She grabbed at his arm, not to rip it away, but to grip it and hold on. He had lifted her fully off the ground and was simply carrying her along. She did not mind the crushing pressure on her tits, the relief from her feet worth the new discomfort. Besides, it was far better treatment than she had gotten lately regarding her breasts. Thomas kept her gagged and never said a word to her as they traveled down the street away from the prison. After they had gone about a block, he waved at a passing carriage. The driver stopped and opened the door for the man, helping to lift Rosemary inside as well. When the driver slipped his fingers into her pussy and asshole, she just accepted it. She also realized that she had become moist along the way, her body yet again telling her she enjoyed some part of this. The rocking of the coach plus her long day made her pass out on the floor, Thomas’s boot just inches away from her face. He looked down at her and smiled. He was certain Master Malone would be very happy with this newest slave. She was very compliant and not broken fully. And still so young and new. She should easily take to the training at Malone Manor. Thomas already had several thoughts on what her first tasks needed to be after she became acquainted with Master Malone.

Chapter 2 - Casidy's First Capture

This is a work of fiction.  All characters over 18.  Please comment if you want more. They had been walking back home from the bar, both of them too drunk to drive and too broke for a cab. They passed by a construction site, the chain link fence not fully secured, the large lot still being cleared for the next step. But the management trailer was set up along with the chained cage around the generator behind it. And four port-a-johns. “I need to piss,” he said, ducking through the fence. He did not see Casidy’s wide open mouth at his comment, her wish to fill her mouth with his cock driving her crazy for most of the evening. She really loved how tight his jeans were and the bulge he constantly sported. She followed him in, not knowing that was the turning point of her life. He opened up one of the johns and let the door’s spring slam it shut. Neither of them knew that the management trailer was being used as a late night gambling location. Not until the door flew open and three men came bounding out of the entrance. “What the fuck!” said one of them, making a grab at Casidy. She moved too slowly and he grabbed her wrist. Her surprised squeal brings Teddy back out from the toilet he was in and he is quickly grabbed as well. The two of them are so drunk, they think its funny and simply fall down, laughing. “Motherfucker. I thought we had been caught!” said one of the other men. “Yeah, well, we actually were. Can’t call anyone or we all get into trouble here. Fuck,” the third one said, looking down at the two trespassers. “How about we hire a cab and get them out of here?” “Fuck you! I am not dropping any of my cash to give some stupid fucks a ride home,” said the first one. “Think of something else.” “Mmm,” said Casidy, her hand tracing up the leg of the man who had grabbed her. She got to her knees when she felt his cock throb at her touch. She was fast and had his dick in her mouth in seconds. “Oh shit! You see that?! Got a cock-sucker here!” said the third man. “How is she?” “Jerry, shut up!” said the first man, his cock buried deep in her throat. “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed and grabbed the back of her head. She started to struggle after a few seconds and the guy shook, his hips tilting at her face. “Oh damn! You should charge for that!” he said, letting her head go. Casidy fell backward and promptly threw up. “Hey! I have an idea!” “I want to hear how good she is, not your idea Chuck,” said Jerry, watching Casidy retch and moving to grab her up. He knew she would be sobering up now with all her drinks on the ground now. Teddy had gone silent for a moment and was laughing again. Casidy tried to get up and run but Teddy tripped her, giggling at her fall. Jerry had whipped his dick out and moved Caisdy’s face into position, his cock slapping at her face a bit. She groaned and opened her mouth, her tongue rapidly wiggling over his cock head. She almost started rubbing her pussy when he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. “Guh, guh, guh” were the only sounds she made for several minutes. Then Jerry forced her balls deep on his member and she went silent. He held her there until she started to shake, her hands pushing against his thighs, desperate for air. Jerry shuddered and let her go, his cum still spurting over her as she went down. “Oh shit! Oh she is a fine hole indeed!” said Jerry, watching his dick spill cum on the drunk girl. “What if we sold her mouth? We could get them a cab out of here that way!” “That was my idea, you piece of shit!” said Chuck, a closed fist lifting. “Stop it! Both of you! She is going to get away!” said the last man, pointing at Casidy who was crawling away from the men, tears welling up in her eyes. “Gotcha Dan! Your turn, of course!” said Jerry. He and Chuck grabbed the girl and positioned her in front of Dan. “You know what to do,” he said and it did not take long before she had Dan’s cock out. When she saw he was un cut she protested a bit, not knowing how clean he was. But it did not matter. Chuck and Jerry were forcing her down on him, her throat closing on his cock as she struggled to breathe. Dan seemed to take forever to blow his load and Casidy was exhausted by the time they let her go. But it was not for very long. She had only started to recover when the men grabbed her and went to the back of the trailer where the generator was. A pair of handcuff appeared and one end went around her wrist, the other through the chain links protecting the generator. “Okay, ha ha. Funny. Very funny guys,” she said, sobering up at being trapped. “You can let me go now. You all got to cum, you had your fun. Ha ha.” The men ignored her and moved over to Teddy, who had passed out, too drunk. “Perfect!” said Jerry. “If we do this right, he won’t even know what happened.” “Hey! You fucks! Let me go!” Casidy started to yell out. In an instant, Chuck was at her side, Dan and Jerry walking away. “You really need to be quiet you know. Getting caught nude, handcuffed in self bondage, trespassing? Near a school?” said Chuck. He smiled as the color drained from her face at his words. “Sex crimes around here are severely punished, remember? They passed that law last year? Everyone knows its probably too strict but no one has fought it yet.” The scissors he held made Casidy go mute. She had seen what happened to the first person they used the newest ‘morality’ law passed in town. She would rather die. Dan returned a few minutes later with three more men following him. They had been at the bar too, grabbing Casidy’s ass every time she had to go pee. She had been turning down their attention all night long. She started to cry a bit as they all laughed at her, two of them pulling their cocks out quickly. She was forced to alternate between them, both men trying to stay in her mouth the longest. Her free hand was also brought to the crotch of the third guy, his dick throbbing against her hand. She worked to free him as she sucked on the two already in her face. She wanted them to blow their shots at the same time, but she did not get her wish. The first one to go pumped his load into her hair and across her right eye. It burned and she cried out just as the other guy started to cum. He jammed his cock inside her mouth and she sucked him hard, pulling as much cum out of him as she could. The slight hand-job she had given the third guy had him hard and pulsing already. She swallowed quickly and dove down on him next. It did not take her long to gobble down his sperm too, just wanting to get past this and back in bed. She already knew she would have blown them all anyway, the cock slut whore that she was. But the handcuffs did turn her on more than usual. She was starting to think that maybe she should add a pair into her next adventure. All the men moved off away from her and picked up Teddy. Chuck stayed behind as the rest of them left through the open gate. He came over to her. “Now here is the deal. Its 2am now. The bar just closed down the street and we are getting a cab for your boyfriend.” “He is not my boyfriend,” said Casidy. “Just a guy I went to school with. He’s a decent fuck.” “Whatever,” he replied. “If you can manage to stay right here, without getting arrested, I will be back in four hours, so I can blank the security tape. I cant do it now. Trust me, I would if I could. I will let you free then, okay?” Casidy thought it over for a moment. Caught and she goes to jail, court, a judge. All that shit. And she already has a record. Indecent exposure plus this? Oh, she would end up on the sex offender listing for sure. So she nodded. Chuck smiled, whistling as he walked away from her. She decided to pass the time by finding all the cum that the men had spurted on her clothes. She found several spots and wiped at them, smearing them until they dried on her clothes. She was used to it and it was the main reason she usually washed her clothes twice before drying. She felt she was finished when two more figures walked onto the property. She did her best to wipe away the cum smeared across her face and eye but she still could feel the dried crust of it. “See? I told you there was one here! Great blowjobs too. Hey, where is her pimp?” said one of them. Casidy recognized him. It was the guy who came on her face. “He left for a bit. Just pay me and I will give him his cut,” Casidy said, thinking quickly. “Same rate as before.” “Hell yes!” said the new guy and pressed a $10 into her cuffed hand, opening his pants with his other hand. Casidy was not happy about his smell but she loved cock too much to care. He was blowing his load down her throat in minutes too. “Damn you are a good little cocksucker! You really do earn your ten bucks! Thanks for the throat fuck!” She smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them and for the next few minutes she leaned against the generator cage, thinking. ‘I am good at this. Maybe I could do better?’ She looked at the four portable toilets and a plan started to form in her head. ‘If I bought two of those, connected them and just stayed on one side with the door locked, I bet I could make a lot at a concert or something! I wonder how much dick I would have to swallow to pull that off?’ As it turned out, she only had to suck one dick, the owner of the company that supplied them to the county. Three times. He even let her look at his schedule and would set up her stalls in discrete places. Out of the way locations, where only the desperate or knowledgeable could find her. And for the next three months, the money rolled in for Casidy. Right up until two detectives, following up on some rumors of a mobile glory hole, found her. Naturally, after they blew their loads all over her. She had been able to bail herself out of jail and her lawyer had been able to get all the charges dropped, but the local paper had outed her. No one was going to forget Casidy Newton or her cum hole potties. Everywhere she went in town all she heard was “Hi cocksucker!” and “Sucked anyone off lately?” and “Need a dollar whore?” There was not a cashier in town who did not have some cum covered currency to give her as change when she shopped. So when the offer to go attend a private college out of state arrived in the mail, she jumped at the chance. She did not care about the details, only that it was a chance to leave here. And that the scholarship she was awarded covered all her expenses. The only catch was that she needed to maintain a minimum GPA.

Chapter 1 - Rosemary meets the Master

This is a work of fiction. The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.  Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Rosemary meets Master Malone As the Malone Manor darkened for the night, Rosemary slept and dreamed.  She floated on clouds and drifted in pleasure.  Her familiar collar was gone and she had shoes on her feet.  She knew she had to be dreaming, she just had to be.  She had not been allowed shoes since entering the orphanage.  And she knew that collar was still on her.  It had to be.   But in this dream, it was gone.  So was the heavy metal belt that had kept her locked away for years.  The heavy mittens were gone too.  She tried touching herself and found there was no where off limits.  She touched her pussy, tickling her clit and spreading open her moist slit.  It wasn’t enough though.  She needed cock, too.  Something to fill her mouth, something pushing it’s way into her pussy. Her fingers probed, spreading herself open and plunging inside her.  She imagined a cock in her mouth, just like Tony’s or Brent’s.  Anything to suck on and fill her.  She even wanted Martin’s dick back inside her, hitting on that wonderful spot she did not know existed until recently.  She felt free and floated away on her cloud. She reached her peak of pleasure and orgasmed, imagining the cock in her mouth spurting it’s hot sticky load down her throat.  She sucked hard, knowing it was Tony giving her his bitter morning seed now.  Her dream-self drifted on her cloud for a few moments longer.  When she landed, her feet were bare again and she was surrounded by strangers.  She felt like crying. The Last Chance was suddenly around her, fingers probing and pinching at her all over again.  Part of her wanted to run but that was not the part in control of her dream now.  Instead, she pushed out her tits, eager to have them pinched and pulled.  She spread her legs open for every offer of a finger inside her, desperate to have her clit flicked by anyone.  Slaps and pinches on her ass moved her forward into the next eager sadist’s reach.   Her hands were bound again, unable to protect herself.  Her feet were bare once more, stepping carefully to find a free spot on the ground.  Each moment of pain applied to her stirred up her passions, a new orgasm building.  She ached for the pain mixed with the pleasure.  She moved faster through the crowd, searching for her high again. She had no voice here though.  Each stranger tried harder and harder to make her cry out.  Slaps and pinches became punches and bites.  Each move she made brought her more pain.  Each sound she tried to make brought her more reasons to run from the building sensations inside her.  She hated the pain but could not deny the reactions her body was having to it.  She needed the pain, she could not cum without it.   Her feet became agony again, those horrid points digging into the bottoms of her feet.  She was bound and could not move.  She thrust her pussy out into the world only to have it ignored then teased, over and over.  Her denied orgasm causing her to hang from her throat on the pillory again, grinding her feet against the pressure points.  If only just one person inspecting her would finger her all the way to cumming, she would be theirs forever. The alley behind The Last Chance dissolved into darkness and she found her hands bound above her head, a collar tight on her throat.  She was back on Martin’s bed, hooded and stuck.  She could hear the girls in his collection calling out “Tits!  Feet!  Ass!  Pussy!”  The more they screamed the more she realized it was all her own voice.  She desperately wanted someone to touch her, even if it was with a cane.   Her wrists hurt suddenly and she woke, her arms above her head in the darkness.  She was confused and it was totally dark, with no indication of where she was.  ‘Was it all a dream?  I am still at the Lancaster’s!  I am back in my cell!’ she thought.  She moved her hands around in her hair, pulling a stick from it, thorns poking at her fingers.  ‘What is this?’ she wondered.  She did not remember Thomas placing the flower in her hair or her sale at The Last Chance.  She laid her head back down on the mat and drew in slow breaths.  Her nose told her first that this was not the Lancaster property.   The mat she lay on did not stink of sweat and tears.  The flower scenting her hair could never have been on the Lancaster property.  Her collar was missing as well as the mittens she would have been shackled into.  The cursed short shirt she had to wear was missing.  And all the noises were different. ‘Where were the wet slaps and distant screams?’ she thought. Reaching out with a hand, she encountered wood, not metal, surrounding her.  The space was small, the cotton mat she was laying on far cleaner than anything she had slept on for years.  Slowly, her mind started to catch up to recent events.  She had given up on life in that alley, begging to be bought by anyone who passed by.  She had convinced herself that once she closed her eyes for the last time that night, it would be the last time of her life.  She just knew she was going to be tossed over the prison wall to be torn apart by the prisoners inside. She was still trying to remember how she arrived in this small space with its soft bedding and its woody smell when she heard voices.  She made automatic motions to press the short burlap shirt to her tits, but found she was just rubbing her nipples.  The hard nubs welcomed the pressure and made her moist almost instantly but it also brought her back to reality.  She was completely nude and unbound, for the first time in years.   She sat in the darkness, touching herself lightly, enjoying the feeling of being able to pleasure herself.  She was getting slick toying with her pussy, remembering all the times she had been forced to orgasm by others.  The memory of being under the control of someone else made her pussy ache and her mouth water.  She had been trained to submit to that control and could not even masturbate without fantasizing about it.   She had edged herself to another orgasm when she could hear a male voice speaking clearly.  She held her hands still, one finger on her clit and the other pinching a nipple.  She tried to freeze in place.  Her mind started to wonder if she would be punished or praised for being caught in such a position.  Her imagination went down both paths and she found them equally arousing. “As I was just telling you, Becca.  I had Rick stash the Lord’s newest slave in here last night,” Thomas said.  “I knew this area is not in use right now.   I also know you take your evenings early.  I will not disturb you once you are off duty, just as I know you won’t disturb me when I am taking my leisure.” “But hiding her up here in my domain Thomas?”  a low pitched female voice sounded.  “It’s a good thing you found me before I found them hidden away up here.  I would have whipped the entire staff!  And you say Lydia auditioned last night and we lost Tina to training?  What happened at that party Thomas?” “I am not sure of all the details, Becca.  I was out acquiring little Rosemary while Martin’s birthday party raged on,” said Thomas as Rosemary heard him just outside.  The heavy lock was removed and suddenly the door to the boxed bed opened, the hinges on the door creaking only slightly.  Rosemary blinked at the sudden light, seeing the severe looking old man who bought her last night.  Behind him stood a maid and beside him was a short, but wide, woman. “Well well!” exclaimed Thomas.  “I guess the orphanage had no idea what they were talking about, huh Rosemary?”  He reached forward, quickly placing his hands on her.  He pinched his fingers over hers, keeping her nipple trapped.  His other hand pressed on her clit, nearly forcing her over the edge she had been seeking again. “Now, Thomas, I know you like to find out how far you can push them but the bedding is still mostly dry.  Lets keep it that way please,” the broad woman said, smelling the slave’s lust on the bedding.  Rosemary was ashamed at the comment, knowing the orgasm she had in her dream was all too obvious to them.  Thomas looked down at the blushing Rosemary, her eyes half closed and her mouth begging to be filled.  Her hips bucked against his hand just a bit and she started to shiver.  Thomas smiled at her orgasm. “Please,” barely escaped her lips as Thomas moved closer.   “Master will be very pleased with you, pretty thing,” he whispered to her.  He pulled her roughly out of the bed, making sure to stimulate her pussy.  Her shaking orgasm on the floor caused the maid to grab at her crotch for a moment.  She pulled her hand away quickly, hoping the moisture on her dress was not noticeable among all the stains.  Thomas and the other woman simply smiled at the small girl cumming hard. “She is lovely Thomas!” Becca nearly screamed.  “If Master is not pleased with her, I will gladly find a place for her.”  Rosemary spread her legs open, furiously rubbing her clit.  The orgasm she had been edging toward was fully engulfing her body now, Thomas’s rough handling of her the final step she needed to cum.   Knowing she was being watched was fueling her orgasm, shame fighting exhibition.  Her mind melted and she felt the incredible pressure to pee.   She started to leak but felt a shoe on her pussy and looked up at Thomas.  She shook, the need to pee fighting against the need to obey this man.  She held it back but only barely.  The look in the man’s eye said the consequence of continuing would be brutal.  She stared into the cruelty he promised and held herself still, his wet shoe grinding on her.   He reached down and pulled her up by the same hand she had been pleasuring herself with.  He held it close to her face.  She took a deep breath through her nose and he pushed her moisture against her face.  Then he smiled and let go of her hand.  Turning on his heel, Thomas strode from the room.  The maid hurried after him. “Good show, my lovely, but you had better keep up with him,” Becca said to her and slapped her ass.  Thomas was about to turn a corner and be out of view.  Rosemary ran, the air cold on her pussy, her bare feet slippery on the polished wooden floor.  She followed behind the maid, hoping she was doing correctly.  She was used to being led around by a leash and collar.  The maid looked back at her a few times, Thomas not at all.  Her eyes scanned Rosemary, each time a larger smile on the girl’s face.  ‘What is she smiling for?’ wondered Rosemary. Thomas led them down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor of the Manor, kitchen sounds coming from the direction they were traveling.  Rosemary could only guess at the purpose of the rooms on the other side of the house but not here.  She was very familiar with these areas, having done many domestic chores at the orphanage.  Girls destined to be slaves were always taught how to be domestics, to help increase their sale prices. They stopped at the laundry area just before the kitchen, four girls and a male already in the room washing mounds of fabrics.  Thomas stared at the maid and Rosemary felt there was some sort of conversation going on between them.  The girl looked up at him and slowly unbuttoned her simple dress.  It slid off her body and Rosemary got to have a good look at her.  Someone had been rough with her recently, small round bruises evident on her body.  And her ass a bright red from a recent spanking.  She tossed her dress into the laundry room where it was quickly moved into another pile by one of the slaves. “Wait here.  I will tell Cook where you have been and why you did not report for duty on time.”  Thomas strode away down the hall, leaving the maid and Rosemary alone.   Rosemary looked around, a bit scared.  She was not used to this kind of treatment.  She wore no collar.  She could make a run for it.  The maid, nude except for her own collar, did not seem likely to stop her if she tired.  She had seen the front door, right at the end of the stairway.  She took a step, just a single experiment, and the maid said a word that froze her in place.  “Hunters.” The Hunters.  They prowled the area constantly, always on the lookout for a runaway.  There always were one or two a day.  Slaves who refused to bend to the will of a new owner.  Slaves who rebelled and fought.  Hunters lived for the challenge of running one to ground and turning them in.  Depending on who the owner is, the bounty paid for the return could be quite high.  And for those slaves who were not claimed, the hunter got a percentage of the sale price at auction. Rosemary felt she was being tested.  She remembered how bad Lancaster Manor had been.  And the orphanage.  So far this place had been far nicer to her than any other.  She stilled her feet.  She would stay here and meet her new owner, Master Malone.  Thomas was returning, a smile upon his face. “Come Lydia.  I have explained the situation to Cook.  Let’s introduce Rosemary to the kitchen staff before she meets the Master.  If you are lucky, she will be taking your place there soon.” he said. The leap in her step bothered Rosemary.  The way she held herself higher at that statement, like she was something better than Rosemary, angered her.  She fumed behind Lydia as they got closer to the kitchen.  The smell of wood burning, of flour and spices, filled her nose.  For a moment, she remembered that there is also rot and slop in the kitchen.  But she had not eaten in over a day so the room smelled delicious. “I asked each of you what had kept Lydia from returning to her duties this morning.  Tell her what you told me,” said Thomas.  “Cook, what did you say was keeping Lydia?” “I said the Master was whipping her pussy and that she got 10 strikes,” said Cook, a smile on her face and in her voice. “And you Lisa?  What did you say was keeping Lydia?” he asked a dirty blonde girl with large breasts.  Rosemary hated her for such large tits. “I said Master was caning her tits, 15 strikes,” she said quietly, her eyes locked on Lydia. “And you Heather?” said Thomas, his eyes boring into the last girl, her eyes downcast and her curly brown hair hiding her face. “I said that he caned her feet and that she got 20 strikes,” she said, unable to look at Lydia.   Lydia smiled at them, proud of the incorrect answers.  She had sucked the Master’s cock last night and had spent the morning with Thomas and his boy toy Toby.  She could still taste the jizz of the men on her tongue, could still remember how their cocks felt in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth.  She was still riding high on her freshly fucked feeling. “And what did I say was the consequence if you were wrong?  Cook?” “You said that I could give her the punishment myself, Thomas.  For being late.” Lydia snapped her head around to look at Cook.  She smile on her face burned into Lydia.  “And you two?” she heard Thomas ask while she stared at Cook.  Rosemary stared at the scene, not understanding what was going on just yet. “You told us that we could give it or take it,” said Heather, still unable to look up.   Lydia looked hot daggers at the girl.  Rosemary gasped, realizing now what just happened.  Thomas was moving closer to Lydia.  Hot tears were falling down her face now.  She knew it was pointless to fight what was about to happen.  When Thomas took her by the arm, she followed his pull to the side of the room where a familiar piece of furniture sat.  Rosemary recognized the exam table, the leg braces ready to hold legs wide apart. Lydia climbed onto the table, her tears rolling freely down her face now.  “Now, now, Lydia, this is hardly the first time you have cried this morning.  And this will be over much faster than our session,” Thomas said to her.  Cook walked to the table, a cat-o-nine tails swinging casually in her hand.  “Be sure to count them out for Cook.  You know she has a hard time keeping track.” Lydia nodded.  She knew she had to be clear in her count and to call each strike out.  Or Cook would start over.  She had called 10 strikes to the pussy.  Lydia knew she could take it.  She had spent the past night being reamed in all her holes by Thomas and Toby.  She could take some strikes to her pussy from Cook. The first hit took her by surprise.  Cook had swung fast, a quick flip of her wrist.  It was not the hardest strike she could have delivered but it struck Lydia cleanly on her clit and inner thighs.  “ONE!” she screamed, her legs trying to close from the pain.  She did an admirable job keeping her hands away.  She would grab the edge of the table or sometimes her tits after a strike.  She only flinched once and that was for the last one. Rosemary thought Lydia had lost count for a moment on her last hit but it was because Lydia was taking in a deep breath to scream “TEN” at the top of her lungs.  Her pussy and inner thighs were a mass of red welts and Rosemary found herself crying silent tears for the girl.  Thomas looked over at Lisa.  “Give or take?” he asked.   Rosemary was confused for a moment.  ‘What does he mean, give or take?’ she wondered.  The large breasted woman quietly said “Give”, trying to avoid looking at Lydia.  The sobbing girl covered her tits, shaking her head back and forth.  Thomas looked at Heather.  “Place your hands behind your head,” he instructed her as he approached her.  She looked at him in confusion for a moment.  Then he started to unbutton her dress.  The fear and sadness that ran across her face made Thomas smile just a bit.  “I never said Lydia had to be the one who took all the punishments.  There has to be consequences for being so wrong about the Master.  He is actually less severe than you imagine.” Heather’s eyes started to tear up as she held her hands behind her head while Thomas stripped her.  It was just the simple dress keeping her from being nude but it was her only protection.  Once that was gone, Rosemary could see her large nipples and mid-size breasts.  She was almost jealous.  Thomas stood next to Lisa for a moment and whispered something in her ear.  She seemed to calm for a moment, her eyes locked forward.  Rosemary saw one of his hands at her pussy and wondered if that is what was calming her.   Then Thomas handed a cane over to Lisa, a thin one with small segments.  “Fifteen strikes.  If a strike does not make her cry out, it does not count.  So be sure to strike well, Lisa.”  He stood behind Heather and smiled at Cook.   “I am so sorry,” said Lisa to Heather.  “I thought we were punishing Lydia.” “Silence!” commanded Thomas.  “Give her your punishment or I will give it,” Lisa quickly moved into position and readied her swing.  She had been hit many times with a cane but had never been made to strike anyone before.  She tried to repeat what she had seen and swung the cane level with the ground, directly at Heather’s chest.  It landed across both her nipples at once, a solid strike.  Thomas grabbed her as she bent over screaming, his hands holding hers behind her head.  She would not be allowed to block any strikes nor would she be allowed to soothe the pain. “That was one,” Thomas said casually.  Cook smiled and casually leaned against a cabinet.  The next three strikes Lisa quickly landed made Heather cry out in one long howl.  The first mark had started to turn red and Heather’s nipples were getting hard.   “Be careful of your strikes Lisa,” said Cook.  “Only the ones on her tits count.”  Lisa started to cry in sympathy for Heather, her last strike rather high for a ‘breast’ strike.   Rosemary found herself touching her own breasts as the punishment escalated.  She also knew how painful caning was and she was not looking forward to ever having her own tits beaten like that.  However, she could not deny how her body was reacting to seeing the poor girl suffer like that.  A part of her that she wanted to deny existed wished for the attention Heather was getting right now.  She lowered her hands when she noticed Cook staring straight at her, a smile on the woman’s face.   On the last strike, Lisa landed the cane directly on top of her first strike and Heather collapsed.  Thomas had let her go finally and she rolled on the floor in pain.  He placed the tip of his shoe between her legs, taking advantage of her position.  Each time she rolled over, he rubbed harder until she stopped moving, her legs spread wide for the butler.  She was still crying, her breasts lined with purple and red marks, but she was also grinding her pussy onto his foot.   He stopped before she brought herself to an orgasm and the look of anger in her eyes was clearly directed at him.  He leaned in close to her and asked “Who takes yours?” just barely loud enough for Rosemary and Lisa to hear over Lydia’s crying.  Heather looked shocked at Thomas’s question.  “Takes mine?” she asked. “Yes.  Lisa chose to give her punishment.  You choose who takes yours,” said Thomas.  “Choose.” Rosemary went cold when Heather looked right at her.  The screams from Martin’s collection were still fresh in her mind.  As well as the memory of the canings she had at the orphanage.  Her feet were still sore from the auction pillory last night and having them caned now might drive her insane.  Heather broke her eye contact with Rosemary and whispered a name.  Rosemary could tell it started with an L but could not hear the full name. Thomas clearly could and started to move toward Lydia on the table.  She began crying again, sobbing and barely catching her breath.  After having her pussy whipped, getting her feet caned was sending her into hysterics.  She began to calm when Thomas lifted her off the table and helped her to stand, one hand eagerly pulling her up by her nipple.   Lisa started to cry now as she moved to replace Lydia on the table.  She was allowed to keep her dress but Thomas made sure it was pulled up high enough to show the room her sex, slick with moisture among her pubic hair.  Her legs strained against the braces, holding her open.  Thomas added some leather straps to her ankles to keep her in place before he turned to Heather.   “You said 20 cane strikes to the foot, correct?” he asked her.   “Each,” she said, her voice noticeably cold.  Rosemary instantly felt that crossing her would be a very bad idea.  Hearing Heather say ‘Each’ sent Lisa into a frenzy and she tried to rise from the table.  Almost instantly, Cook was on her, forcing her to stay in place.   “Take the strikes, dear.  Fight and you will end up out back for the labors.  Remember your first days here?” said Cook, trying to calm the slave.  It seemed to work because she stilled quickly.  Rosemary started to get scared.  She was new here.  Out back sounded like something all the slaves went through.  And she had not even met Master Malone yet. Thomas lifted a cane and began striking Lisa’s feet.  He took turns, five on one foot, five on the other.  He alternated back and forth until he had run the full twenty strikes on each sole, Cook cooing and kissing on the screaming girl trapped beneath her. “Let this be a lesson to all of you.  Don’t be so quick to judge your Master as a harsh man.  Life is harsh enough already,” he said calmly, ending his words looking directly at Rosemary.  The chill of fear she had deepened at his sharp gaze.  She knew instantly she would do whatever the man commanded.   He winked at Cook as she continued to console Lisa.  Cook smiled back at him and Rosemary suddenly got the impression that this was an outcome the two had planned in advance.  And had done many times to slaves over the years.   “Lydia, go get clean dresses for yourself and Heather.  Something that is a loose fit for her, I imagine.  Be grateful that Becca switched to the cotton bed sheets for your dresses,” he said to them.  “The old burlap dresses we used to use would have rubbed your skin bloody.” Rosemary was sure he was remembering something he enjoyed but he said it in a way that made it sound like he was being nice to the slaves.  Lydia passed by her, moving carefully so that her thighs did not rub against each other.  After being tortured for years at the orphanage, Rosemary could very well sympathize with her movements.  There had been mornings she could barely walk due to all the stimulations she had been forced through. She kept her eyes on Thomas knowing he determined her future here at Malone Manor.  He moved toward the door leading outside, not looking at her or saying anything.  Rosemary followed, scared of being left alone in the kitchen with Cook and the disciplined slaves.  ‘I don’t want to find out how they punish disobedience around here,’ she thought.  She still remembered how she was whipped when she refused to eat the food offered at the Lancaster estate. She had no memory of entering the Manor through this very doorway but she hurried to follow Thomas outside.  The stable was open already and the Lord’s carriage was being tended to by the two male slaves assigned to the work.  They paused when they noticed Thomas but went back to work when he gave a slight wave of his hand at them.   He took long strides away from the Manor and out into the fields.  She nearly ran to keep up with him, her bare feet slipping in the dirt and occasional mud patches.  Her bare legs burned both from the effort and the tall grasses she was running through.  Thomas’s boots were muddy now but his strides were not affected as hers were.  They had been climbing a slight rise in the landscape.  Once they reached the peak of it, Rosemary saw an even larger stable, a proper barn.  But this one was not built for horses. It was the same shape and painted the same color but it was far more spacious.  The paddock was about the same size, however, due to the fact that it penned in humans, not horses.  Rosemary slowed a bit and looked in fascination at the scene.   There were four people wearing harnesses that made them resemble the horses at the other stable, black leather straps and not much else.  The bit gags and head harnesses looked both elegant and highly restraining.  These slaves were clearly not for domestic duties.   Thomas had gotten quite a bit ahead of her and Rosemary was scared at what might happen to her if she fell too far behind the man.  She rushed to close the distance she had made by staring at the human horses.  Off in the distance, several figures were moving in the fields.  Rosemary noticed them but could not tell if they were slaves or hired labor.  Many of the Lords hired extra men to farm the land they had been granted by the Crown and local Governors. As they approached the building Rosemary started to grow more nervous.  She could see that the four slaves were dressed as horses, three females and a male.  They were all hobbled and could barely move around, even their hands had been locked away.  The female’s breasts had all been bound, tight globes straining in the leather.  The male had been given cock rings and testicle restraints, keeping him hard and taught. Rosemary almost ran into Thomas, who had stopped at the side of the building.  She liked how that cock looked and it distracted her.  She noticed the smile Thomas flashed her.  It bothered her how much she liked him smiling at her like that, as if he was already doing things to her in his imagination.  ‘Is he whipping me?  Forcing me on that cock over there?  Or swallowing down his cum?’ she wondered.  Her pussy moistened and she ached for some attention.  Her hands drifted to her tits as Thomas used a key on the large lock securing the stables.   He entered and left the door open, clearly expecting her to follow.  They were in a single room, built apart from the rest of the interior.  Rosemary thought they were going to be inside the whole building, not just this small room.  It had a high barred window in the corner above a table and there was a strange looking object in the middle of the room.  It was a large wedge made out of wood and had metal loops on the edges along the bottom.  She had never seen anything like it before. He moved to the table and she noticed it held a wash basin along with some cloths.  He reached under the table and removed a stool.  He set it next to the object in the middle of the room and went back to the table.  He moved the one of the cloths and uncovered several strips of brown leather.  Rosemary looked out the open door, realizing she had followed this man without a word all the way here.  She stood there, looking out that door, wondering if she could survive running.  She knew slaves tried running away every day.  She had never heard of one making it free, though.   “I don’t blame you for daydreaming.  I think all slaves dream of freedom,” said Thomas behind her.  “It is rare for a slave to be granted freedom, but it does happen.  If your owner is particularly impressed or feels your value is increased as a free person.  But considering how lucky you have been so far, I would not gamble that away by trying to run.”  He took her arm and led her over to the wooden shape. “Normally, when we buy slaves, it’s from a trader upon request or at auction,” he said to her, motioning her to sit astride the wedge.  “However, I bought you last night for a number of reasons that skip the usual process around here.  You were more of an impulse buy.  Mainly because I had no idea you were going to be available.” She straddled the shape, noticing that the center of the top had been worn down from the sharp edge it maintained at the far ends.  It hurt her crotch to sit on the edge and she was not sure how long she could stay here.  Thomas took her hands and placed cuffs on her wrists.  Next, he threaded a loop of leather through the rings on the cuffs and strung the leather into a hook above her head.  He moved behind her and pulled hard.  She moved her hands up fast to keep him from causing her too much pain.  She could not see his smile but she could tell he tied off the end behind her.  She could pull herself up a little with her arms now, easing the pressure on her pussy.  Thomas then looped straps around her knees on each side of the wedge, using the metal loops Rosemary had noticed along the bottom edge.  When he was done, she knew she could not lift her legs away from the wooden device without those straps removed. “His birthday is soon and I wanted to get him a special gift.  He expressed interest in you at your auction months ago, but Lord Lancaster bought the entire block.  So he never even got a chance to inspect you or make a bid.”  Thomas lifted one of her feet toward her ass and strapped it in place with a belt.  Rosemary squealed at the change of pressure on her crotch, the edge digging into her and sending shocks of pain through her. “I think that is the first noise you have made around me all day!”  said Thomas.  “I knew you were no mute.  You were begging for anyone to buy you last night.  It was so cute, your tired, tear-stained face looking for any hope of rescue.”  Thomas moved to her other side and repeated the binding.  She was fully trapped now.  No amount of struggling was going to free her. “I know you have been trained for silence and milking over at Lancaster Manor but here you are expected to have a voice.  If you expect to be comfortable in the house proper, you must show a willingness to serve and a level of acceptable obedience.  Am I making myself clear?” he asked her. “Yes Master,” she said, the words coming automatically.   Thomas immediately picked up a loop of leather attached to a handle and started striking Rosemary repeatedly.  He swiped it across her chest several times and began moving down her body.  Strikes on her belly were followed by some hits to her pussy and her upper thighs.  Rosemary cried and screamed, pulling on her bonds.  The only movements she could make was to grind her clit against the wedge or try to lift herself off it for a moment. “Never call me that!  If Master heard you calling anyone but him that, he will put you permanently out for the day laborers.  I am to be called Sir or Sir Thomas.  You have only one Master and he is mine too.”  His voice was fierce and stern.  Rosemary regretted the mistake.  Her skin burned where he had struck and it also aroused her in a way she did not like or understand.  If he were to leave this moment, she would likely grind on the wedge until she came from the pain. “I train all the slaves here and Becca runs the house.  If either of us tells you to do something, you had better do it or you will be punished.  The only person who can over-rule us is Master Malone himself.  Understood?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” she said, slightly scared of his reaction, her breath still ragged from crying.  He did not seem to notice her hesitation. “Good girl.  It’s the Master’s birthday in a few weeks and there will be a party to celebrate.  If you really are a good girl and take to the training quickly, maybe you will be allowed to participate,” he said.   Rosemary was not fully sure, but it sounded to her like he had multiple meanings in what he said.  She had already seen him say one thing and mean something different.  The last birthday party she had been involved with was Martin’s, and she did not want to repeat that ever again.  Even though she was new to Malone Manor, she knew how the upper classes treated slaves.  While she was grateful to have been purchased last night and was still among the living, she was starting to wonder if that was a good thing.   “Your first lesson is learning your place here,” he continued.  “Lord Malone takes great pride in his well trained slaves.  Follow the rules and you will be promoted, praised, pleasured and pampered.  Fight and you will find yourself working the fields with the day labor or, worse, sold off or abandoned.”  He paused for a moment and looked her straight in her eyes.   “You are a slave,” he said, very calmly.  Then he struck her hard on the leg with the leather loop, making her scream. “What did I say?” Thomas said to her after she finished crying. “I...I am a slave,” she sobbed out.  His hand few again, striking her across the tits this time. “Say it again, correctly this time,” said Thomas after she calmed down again. “I am a slave,” repeated Rosemary, not fully understanding what he wanted.  She also could not understand why she wanted to have his cock buried inside her pussy.  Or filling her mouth.  She started to rock her crotch against the wedge, pressing her clit against the hard wooden edge it offered. Thomas struck her several times across her legs and belly.  She used the timing of his strikes to grind down harder onto her clit.  His hand came to rest at the center of her back, holding her full body weight on her clit.  He kept her pressed forward like that for several moments as she cried, unable to stimulate her clit anymore.  The pleasure she was building up to faded into pain. “I know what you want, little slave.  I want you to cum too.  But not yet,” he nearly whispered in her ear.  “Say it correctly.  Say you are a slave.” “I am a slave, sir!” she nearly screamed out, her clit agony and her skin hot fire. “Good girl,” he said as he released her.  She leaned back, driving the wedge along the crack of her ass and spreading herself open a bit at her asshole.  A shiver of pleasure shot up her spine.  In her haze of pain, her brain registered the contact as something to chase and she leaned back on the wedge with a wiggle. “You belong to Master Malone,” he said to her. “I belong to Master Malone, sir,” she repeated. Thomas smiled.  He could see she clearly could derive pleasure from pain.  And she learned quickly, even if it took a bit of extra effort to get her started.  He could easily work with that.  In fact, he found it a bit more fun that way.  She could be roughed up a bit before having fun.  Or trained.  He knew Master liked them best that way too.  He specifically sought out the masochist slaves for his entertainment.   “You will accept punishments,” said Thomas, idly swinging the leather loop with one hand now. “I will accept punishments, sir,” Rosemary repeated.  She was calming down again but the heat of lust in her pussy was still there, simmering away inside.  She started to rock her hips against the wedge, making her way to that edge of orgasm. Thomas struck her again, hard, across the top of her chest.  “You do not cum without permission, slave,” he said. “I am sorry, sir!  This slave will not cum without permission, sir!” she bellowed, tears flowing down her face again.  Thomas was being cruel to her but some part of her, deep down, was seeking this kind of attention.   Thomas smiled.  She was catching on fast.  He was pretty sure she would train easily.  She even had a chance of becoming a favorite of the Master if she performed well enough.  “I am going to speak with our Master, little slave Rosemary.  Remember the rules,” he said, almost as if it was a warning to her. He left the room and shut the door.  She heard the latch catch and the lock snap shut.  She was now trapped and alone, the wedge digging into her crotch with each passing moment.  She pulled herself up a few times, allowing the pain to subside briefly.  But she could not lift off the wedge completely and she was not strong enough to hold herself up off the painful edge for very long.   Each lift became shorter and shorter as her arms began to tire and burn.  It was not long before they started to go numb from being held high in the air.  She also was starting to have trouble taking in a deep breath.  Panic started to make her breathe fast, her heart pounding in her chest.  Thomas had not said how long he would be gone. Her ears began to pick up on all the local sounds around her.  Someone or something was making a lot of angry noises nearby.  Muffled screams and metal banging on metal.  She could also hear the jingle of the harnesses on the four slaves in the paddock.  They sounded restless and she understood why when a new voice sounded out. “Calm down, calm down!” said a male voice.  “I know, I know.  You all want out so you can stretch your legs.  Just give me a moment!”  Sounds of a wooden gate opening and closing drowned out all the other noises for a moment.  She heard another door open, one that must have been attached to the stable but not the one connected to her room.   “I was just gone for an hour!  Calm down, Starcunt!  You too, Hardcock!” the man was nearly yelling.  “Why don’t you two behave!  Keep it up and you won’t be allowed to compete you know,”  Immediately, the noise level dropped from the other side of the wall. “That’s what I thought.  Ha!  See there?  Hardcock wants to stud more than he wants to bother me!  You too, Starcunt!  I know how much you want to be bred,” he said.  “Your sisters over there have the right idea, patiently waiting at the gate.  No!  These are not for you!  These are for your sisters over there.  They were not crowding me, so they get the treats!” “Honeyclit!  Tinytits!  Come over here and get your treats.  Right now!” said the man, his voice sounding distant to her.  “Good girls!  Good girls!”  There was a long pause before she heard “Yes, now we go walking.  High step, all of you!”  Rosemary jerked when she heard a whip snap.   ‘This place is harsh!  I don’t know if I can survive here,’ she thought.  ‘Maybe I should have just died in that alley.  Maybe I will die here instead!  Oh god!  What is going to happen to me?  And why am I so horny?!’  Rosemary strained against her bondage, rocking her hips along the wedge.  A few more hits to her clit and she would cum.  Then the words Thomas said echoed back into her mind.  ‘Remember the rules.’  And one of them had been no cumming without permission. Rosemary began to cry again, this time her panic taking her where pain had been dragging her.  She shook on the wedge, pulling on the cuffs and trying to free her legs.  Nothing worked.  She was fully trapped on the device, the pain it was delivering climbing into every nerve she had.  The more she fought, the faster she breathed.  Each breath was getting harder and harder to draw in fully.  Her pussy ached, her ass ached.  She felt like she was being suffocated and split in two. She had worked herself up into such a state of panic that she did not hear the door open.  It was not until Thomas and another man stood in front of her that she even noticed that she was no longer alone.  She took gulping breaths, hot tears running down her face.  She was trying to calm down but the new man was staring so hard at her. “Thomas, you really have out done yourself this time!” he said.  “Lancaster was just getting rid of her?  Really?  After outbidding every one at the auction for the entire lot?” “Yes, Master.  Martin Lancaster.  Apparently, according to their porter Tony, he deflowered her and was not satisfied.  He instructed them to sell her at The Last Chance,” said Thomas.  “She had been there all day by the time I bought her for you.  Happy Birthday, Master.  I will train her hard so hopefully she will ready for your party.” “Please no!” begged Rosemary.  “Please, Master, have mercy on your slave!  Please Master!  I want to serve you!  Please!” “Thomas, it would be a shame to break her.  See how willing she already is?” Lord Malone said to his butler.  “Go gather the laborers and the slave hands.  I need to tell them about Tina.  And it will give me a chance to get to know my new property.” “Yes Master,” said Thomas, giving Rosemary a sideways look.  He had every plan to be harsh with her, just as he was with all the slaves.  He knew that the truly submissive ones would cling to Master even more when they experienced just a hint of Master’s kindness after Thomas had disciplined them.  He smiled, pleased at how well she was being pulled into her servitude to Lord Malone.   “Tell me, slave, what is it you want most right now?” Ian asked her, sweetness in his voice and the leather loop causally in his hand. “Master, this slave wants to cum please.  I am hungry and I hurt and I know cumming will feel so good I can forget about all that for a moment,” said Rosemary, pleading with her Master. “You really want to cum, do you?” he asked, sliding a finger into her slick pussy.  He fingered her a bit, enjoying how she closed her eyes at his touch.  Once his fingers were moistened, he curled them and slid up along her clit.  Her reaction was just as he had hoped.  She started to moan and shiver, grinding against his contact.  He moved against her clit several times while watching her increase her movements.   Rosemary was quickly approaching the orgasm she had been seeking when Ian let go of her clit and struck her several times on her tits.  She screamed, pulling the strap at her wrists, lifting herself off the wedge.  “I did not say you could cum,” he said calmly to her.  She opened her eyes to see his hunger looking right back at her.  He stroked her tits, easing the pain he had caused.   “Thomas decorated you enough my Rosemary.  I really don’t want to break you on my wooden horse. I don’t want you broken at all.  I want you to willingly serve me, as best as you are able.  Would you like that too?” he asked her, hoping for a particular answer. “Master, please can I cum?  Will you please let me feel your cock in my pussy?  I really want to have sex, Master,” she nearly begged.  She twisted and squirmed on the wedge, her crotch still in agony.  The fire he had ignited was still burning and she felt that a penis inside her would be the best way to relieve it. “I wont fuck what Martin Lancaster violated so recently,” he said to her.  He succeeded in holding back the smile he got when she started crying.  “In case you carry his seed, I won’t touch you like that.  Ask me to fuck your cunt after your next cycle.”  Rosemary sobbed, feeling like Martin had ruined her for her new Master.  “But.  I suppose you can suck my cock, if you feel you can do a good job.” “Oh yes, Master!  I can suck dick very well! It was part of my daily training.  Tony and Brent never complained!  Please!  Please Master can I suck your cock?  Please!” she begged, opening her mouth wide and offering her tongue, tears still running down her face. “You just want off that horse,” said Ian, testing her resolve. “Master, please!  I am so hungry! Can I please have your cum?  Please!  Master, please let me have your cock!” begged Rosemary.  Ian could hear the truth in her desperation.  He knew she was starving, and not just for attention. She began to cry tears of joy when he untied the leash holding her wrists above her.  Her arms would be useless for a few more minutes as the blood began to flow normally again, so he unbound her ankles from her legs for her.  Once her knees were loose, he lifted her off the wedge and she simply fell against him.  He smiled deeply when she felt at his crotch.  Even in her current state, she had kept her mind on the proper goal.  He would indeed enjoy having this new slave in the house.

Chapter 1 - Casidy and the Captive Holding Sack

     Casidy stared at her test. Another F. She was going to lose her scholarship and have to go back home at the end of the semester. Returning as the failure they all called her was something she just could not handle and tears started to well up in her eyes.      Sitting behind her, the triplets Heidi, Hannah, and Helen looked on with great interest. Helen nudged Hannah, nodding her head in the direction of Casidy. Her intent was clear: That one? A text popped up on Helen’s phone. “Her measurements match us. She could work.” Heidi put her phone down and leaned over to whisper to Casidy.      “That’s tough, love. History was never my subject either.” She wiggled her butt in her seat as she continued, “But I have a secret. My sisters.”      Casidy turned around to look at the three of them. Everyone in class knew the triplets. Wearing matching outfits every day, they spoke the same, they had the same opinions on everything. It was like a single person but as an echo. It wasn’t true actually. But the girls liked the effect it had on people. They were almost always dismissed as non-entities within a few minutes.      There were slight differences between them. They all wore the same diamond studs but one of them had an extra set and one had just an extra stud high up on her ear. If you paid attention, you could pick out who was who. But Casidy had barely looked at them all semester. All she saw was the echo effect.      Hannah’s phone buzzed. A text popped up. 60 hours remaining – Rob.      She rolled her eyes. Like she needed reminding of the deal. One girl, delivered at midnight Friday, and the triplets had a free ride through to graduation. She looked up at her teacher, his eyes locked on her intently. His focus shifted to Casidy, a slight smile breaking on his face. Hannah could not tell if he nodded or not. He looked down at his desk again, preparing to leave the classroom.      “How does being a triplet help?” asked Casidy. Her mind was racing, seeing nothing but the bleak future ahead of her. Going back to that town where she was known as Cunt Tease and Cocksucker and Gloryhole Slut.      “Silly,” replied Heidi. “Not these sisters. I mean my sorority sisters.”      Helen nodded. “We have connections all over campus,” she said. “Our sorority is very well respected. Our members get special help.” She smiled at her professor as he walked out the door of the room, a smile broadening on his face too. He suspected they had caught some prey.      “Would you like to see our test scores?” asked Hannah.      She handed over her test to Casidy, scored 100 A+ despite clearly being blank. And in the professor’s handwriting too. Heidi and Helen had identical tests.      “How?” demanded Casidy. “You did nothing at all!” The chance to change her future asserting itself. She had to know how they did it. She needed that in her life too.      “You have to be one of us to find out. Let us buy you lunch and talk it over, um, Casidy right?” asked Hannah.      Six hours later and Casidy had skipped both her Biology class and her remedial Math course. The triplets had taken her to a hair salon and had paid to have her styled and dyed just like them, short and blond. Casidy liked it a lot. So much better than her mouse brown hair, even if it meant she lost over half its length in the process. She nearly looked just like them.      Over the past six hours she learned a lot about the three of them. She was starting to be able to tell them apart as well. Heidi really liked girls. A lot. At the salon, Casidy could see her in the mirror while her hair was being cut. Heidi kept rubbing at her crotch, giving crazy eyes to the stylist. One hand or the other kept circling her nipples over her shirt. Maggie did not notice for the first few minutes, focused as she was on Casidy’s hair. Hannah was watching Maggie too. Once Heidi was noticed, Hannah lifted up her own shirt and flashed a tit at Maggie. From the blushing of her cheeks, Casidy guessed Maggie knew the girls well.      Helen was a sadist. When Casidy had finished getting her hair cut, Helen grabbed two fistfuls and pulled her hair into bunches, controlling her head as she pulled on the now golden hair. Casidy tried to pull away at first but she also enjoyed the feeling. It was not the first time someone had used her hair like that.      Right at 6 p.m., Hannah’s phone buzzed again, displaying “48 hours”. Hannah discreetly snapped a shot of Casidy and replied with it. A smiley face emoji responded. It was the last time she got any reminders from Rob.      Casidy was brought to the sorority house that night and introduced to all the other girls. The pledges she was joining were kept downstairs in the den, all dressed alike. There was grumbling and complaints among them. They had been pledging since Monday and Casidy was being allowed to skip in. The noise dropped off suddenly when Helen walked into the room. Followed by her sisters and the rest of the sorority, all the pledges went stiff and quiet. Hannah approached Casidy and handed her a set of clothes identical to the pledges.      Casidy started to leave the room, planning to change in the downstairs toilet just outside the room. Two girls blocked her path. “Strip and change right here,” one of them said. Casidy just stared at her for a moment. She turned to face the rest of the room. All eyes were locked on her. Her brain working fast, she noticed that the windows were not covered and the room was so brightly lit that you could not see outside, just a reflection of the indoors.      She swallowed hard but began to take off her clothes. She was both ashamed and excited to realize how moist the situation was making her. Her nipples were clearly erect and she could see that she was not the only one in the room enjoying this. She paused for a moment when she had ditched her bra. Her eyes scanned the crotches of the other pledges, not seeing any panties, just pussy outlines. Her own panties hit the floor.      Shortly afterwards, she was wearing the same tight red shorts and white t-shirts the other pledges had on. They all still looked mad however. Only a few of them held a smile for Casidy, and she could tell that they were not nice smiles. One of them held her hand in the air, clearly asking permission to speak.      “Number 8, you may speak.” called out a tall red-head. Casidy thought she looked like some kind of model.      “Who is this?” Number 8 asked, pointing a finger at Casidy. “She cant just skip the process and join. We already had to prove ourselves worthy to pursue the sisterhood. Why does she get special treatment?”      Hannah stepped forward. “Number 8, learn your place. You don’t make the decisions here, us sisters do. And you are still a pledge. Go suck a dick.”      Casidy watched in fascination as the color drained from Number 8’s face. Number 8 immediately began moving toward the front door like her ass was on fire. She yanked open the door and ran off out into the night. No one else in the room made a move.      “When Number 8 gets back, you pledges can explain to her that Casidy here has already demonstrated all the same qualities that were asked of you. She has shown obedience. She changed her hair for us. She has shown eagerness. She has stayed with us ever since we invited her to join our sisterhood. She has shown willingness. She changed right here in front of all of you without complaint.” She paused for a moment, looking at each pledge in the eye. “How many of you can say you did better than Casidy here?”      Helen smiled at Casidy and proclaimed her Number 1 for the rest of pledge week. Shock and relief spread like a wave over the pledges. Casidy felt like her life had made a huge improvement in such a short time.      Hannah held her phone up to Casidy and showed her a pic that was just sent to her. Number 8, balls deep on a cock. “Don’t swallow, bring it back to the house,” she typed out as a reply. The tingle in Casidy’s pussy lasted only as moment before Helen grabbed her left nipple and pinched.      Number 8 came back to the house with a mouth full of cum, as she was instructed. From the wet spots on her shirt, she was not that great at catching it all however. There was still a slimy track of it at the corner of her mouth. After showing her prize to all the girls, she swallowed the load of sperm, eager to please her future sisters.      The next day, Casidy and the triplets visited all her teachers. Casidy, in tears and her very revealing pledge uniform, begged each professor for lenience before the triplets made their own case for keeping Casidy from flunking out. All five of them, by the end of the day, agreed that if Casidy was accepted into the sorority, she would pass without question. The rest of Thursday passed as a blur to Casidy, she was so happy.      She had been so distracted by the triplets that she never noticed that each of her teachers had been interrupted from looking at something on their desks. She never noticed that each of them had the same brown envelope. Which contained the same set of pictures, of a naked Casidy at the sorority house, shot with a long lens from across the street.. As well as a small town newspaper, whose headline read “Local girl caught running glory hole”, Casidy’s mug shot next to a modified port-a-john. The detectives denied that the cum on her face belonged to them, despite Casidy’s repeated accusations.      By the time Friday evening came, Casidy felt like she was living a dream. Her whole life had changed so much when these girls invited her into this sisterhood. As soon as the sun began setting Friday, a spontaneous party had begun at the house. Heidi must have taken something because she went to each pledge and wrote Pledge on their forehead, her eyes glazed and dilated. At first, Casidy did not notice, but it soon became apparent that every few minutes, a pledge was taken from the den and moved somewhere else in the house. Before long, Casidy was the last pledge in the den, the sisters dancing and having a good time.      Hannah and Helen approached her. “Its time to test you, Number 1. Follow us to the basement,” they spoke in creepy unison.      Casidy followed them down the stone steps into the bottom of the building, stunned at the solid stone construction of the basement. She was no architect, but she could tell it probably cost a small fortune to build a house like this. It was with no small amount of shock that she saw all the other pledges down here, each one tied up at a post, white shirt in tatters, red shorts torn. Breasts and pussies bare all over the room. Each one looked like she had been tormented for quite some time down here. Tears were flowing freely from each one of them.      Helen and Hannah led Casidy to an unusual looking bag along the wall. “We need one pledge to get in this bag to complete the initiation ritual and so far, none of these other bitches have been willing to get in here. None of them are obedient enough, so they must be whipped.” said Helen. “Not one of them were eager to show how much they wanted to be our sister.”      “So each one of you will be punished and cleansed until dawn,” said Hannah. She turned to Casidy. “Will you get in the bag, Number 1?”      Casidy stared for just a moment at the two blondes. Their breathing was fast, she could see nipples erect through their shirts. Their eyes were wild and wide. A slight smile was on both their faces. Casidy was having trouble telling one from the other. She nodded and moved to the bag. Out of no where, Heidi appeared, holding her lipstick to her lips, applying a super thick layer.      Helen moved Casidy into the bag, pulling the zipper up to the girl’s neck. It ended in a thick leather collar which was fastened over it. She snapped a lock over it quickly. Casidy looked down at her situation. She could not fully stand up. The canvas sides of the bag had a few straps attached to it and was very thick. She could barely move it even from the inside.      She then noticed that there were other things in the bag with her. Her hands felt what she thought were handcuffs, several clover clamps, an egg vibrator, a dildo, a butt plug and a small bottle of lotion. Heidi leaned over and kissed her, lips smearing pink makeup all over Casidy’s mouth.      Casidy was starting to have second thoughts about being trapped in this bag. Heidi began bunching up Casidy’s hair and made two handholds with some pink bands. Helen approached and grabbed one of the tails, a black leather hood in her hand. Hannah had produced a pink penis gag from somewhere. She also noticed that the other pledges were no longer tied up. Or crying.      The sorority sisterhood initiation party was clearly getting out of hand. They had said it was what the ritual required, but Casidy was deeply regretting getting into the captive holding sack. Helen smiled down at Casidy as tears began flowing down her face. Heidi was adjusting her shorts, pulling the crotch into her pussy and ass crack.      “Show us you trust us Number 1,” she said as Hannah approached with the gag.      It was shorter but a bit fatter than most of the cocks she had sucked down. Casidy opened her mouth eagerly for her new sister. Hannah strapped the penis gag in place, making it snug against her lips. Helen knelt down to take a close look at the gag. She kissed Casidy on the forehead and quickly tightened the gag by another hole. Before too many tears leaked out of her eyes, before she could begin to struggle, the hood dropped over her head and the world went black. Tiny rivet holes were adjusted over her nostrils and it was laced tightly onto her head. Her hands sought out the toys, unsure if she was supposed to use them.      Hannah took a picture of Helen and Heidi posing over Casidy. She pressed send at 11:50, a huge smile on her face. She loved being early. Leave a comment below to let me know if you are interested in finding out what happened to Casidy before she came to this school.  Or after.  

Chapter 2 - Rosemary Caged

This is a work of fiction.  The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.   All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.   Rosemary Caged Rosemary slid down the front of her new Master. She had already tried to explore the size of his member when she relaxed against him, but her hands were still not ready yet. She could feel them returning to normal but still needed a few more moments. He was satisfyingly large from what she could feel so far and she was looking forward to filling her throat with his girth. She squatted in front of him, balancing on her feet, making her face level with his crotch. She watched in fascination as it pulsed in his pants. She leaned forward and pressed her face against him, just to feel it pulse against her. His cock flexed, pushing her back a bit, his length and size causing her pussy to moisten further. She fumbled with the buttons holding him back from her attentions, her fingers still not fully responsive yet. When she freed his straining cock, it bounced out at her face, slapping her. She kissed the tip gently and then opened her mouth. Ian Malone looked down upon his newest slave and simply smiled. He was enjoying her slow and gentle technique. He was going to be rough with her later on of course, but he liked how much attention she was giving his cock. She was even better than Lydia had been last night. Her wet kisses along his shaft were both lovingly placed and very wet, her tongue swirling to make sure her spit covered as much area as possible. Rosemary was careful to coat his cock with moisture so it would more easily slide into her throat. She had learned early on that a dry cock made her gag quickly, something Tony hated and Brent punished her for. Once she had prepared her Master’s cock, she slid him inside her mouth, her hands placed at the base of his dick. She was expecting him to shove her head down on his cock but it did not happen. Confused, she sucked on him and swirled her tongue around his shaft. When he groaned, she knew she had gotten something right with him. He stroked her head as she touched her tongue lightly at the bottom of his glans. The expected pressure on the back of her head finally happened and she let him plunge into her throat. He goes in deep, farther than anyone else had ever violated her throat. She gags and chokes a bit, her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Her eyes water as her air is cut off. Ian held her down on his cock, feeling her throat tighten. He silently counted to 15, loving the feeling of her increasing struggles on his dick. When he released her, she choked for a few moments and gulped in air. Unfazed, she went right back to sucking him in. Ian smiled, knowing she really did want to suck him off and that she was not just trying to manipulate him. He enjoyed the genuine attention she was giving him. She truly wanted his cock inside her. She increased her pace, feeling him stiffen and tense up. She knew she had him close to cumming already. His cock was pulsing again and she knew he was about to blow his load. He suddenly grabbed her head and held her still. She looked up at him and the smile spreading on his face made her want his cock even more. “Take it all in your mouth,” he said, his tone serious. She could tell it was an order. “Do not swallow it. Rub your pussy until you cum and then you can swallow.” Rosemary closed her eyes in understanding and immediately went back to stroking his cock with her mouth. She grabbed at the base of his cock with both her hands and sped up, concentrating on the tip of his dick. When he grabbed her head again, she knew she had gotten him ready to cum. She sucked, tickling his glans with her tongue. His thick load of sperm started to spurt into her mouth, pulsing down her throat. The first shot was almost swallowed but she not only remembered his command but she found he tasted horrible, like a mixture of chemicals and metal. She squeezed his cock from the base to the tip, making sure to get every single drop she could. She remembered how she was beaten when she did not clean Tony properly and she did not want to find out how Master Malone would react if she did not get every last bit. She hated how his cum tasted but she was so horny that the chance to cum herself was more important. She backed off of him, holding her mouth open for him to see his seed in her mouth and began to flick her clit. She was so wet already, her torture on the wooden horse and the whipping keeping her on edge for so long. It took her just seconds of rubbing at her pussy before the orgasm she had been chasing came crashing into her. She started to gurgle on the cum in her mouth as she shook and shivered. She swallowed when her Master grabbed her nipples and pulled hard, her hands rubbing furiously at her crotch. She came so hard she squirted all over the floor, the first time she had ever done that while cumming. Rosemary was in shock at how good that felt but she also felt so ashamed for peeing in front of her Master like that. She looked to his shoes and pants, hoping she did not make a mess of his clothes. She did get some on one of his shoes and she looked up at him, scared of the punishment she expected to follow. When he noticed her movements he simply lifted the shoe up toward her face. “Clean it up,” he said. “Quickly too. Thomas has gotten everyone gathered for me.” Rosemary leaned down, getting on her hands and knees and began licking at the shoe. It did not have the familiar urine smell or taste and it confused her. She knew she peed, there is no other way to describe what she just did but this was not urine. After she got it all off her Master’s shoe, he stepped out of the little room, forcing her to follow on her hand and knees. For a moment, she felt that this was how she should follow him all the time. As she passed the threshold of the doorway, all she could see was dirt and boots at first. She could pick out Master but all the rest of them were unfamiliar. When she looked up, she could only see the day laborers backs. She tried to keep up with following her Master but the only thing she saw clearly in front of her was an open cage, Thomas standing next to it with a smile on his face. In his hand he held a riding crop and he was motioning for her to enter the cage, gently tapping it against the frame. She moved quickly into the cage, earning just a single strike to her ass from the man. She had expected it and was glad she only had the one land on her. It stung like fire but she was happy he did not land more on her bare skin. Once she was inside and Thomas had secured the door, she took a closer look at her new cell. The bars were not much thicker than one of her fingers but they were spaced very close together. She could not fit a finger between them, much less try to reach anything outside of the cage. ‘Maybe a thin stick or something could get in here, but not much else,” she thought. The cage had a solid top and bottom and was roomy enough for her to turn around in but she could not sit up in it. Or fully stretch out her legs. She soon realized that her situation could be far worse, however. Outside her cage sat another one in the dirt. She got glimpses of it as the booted feet moved around. The woman who was trapped in it was in far worse condition than Rosemary was. It was hard for Rosemary to concentrate on what she was seeing. Her stomach was protesting the mouthful of cum she just had but she was determined to keep it down. It was the only nourishment she had in days and she was not about to lose that bit of a meal. It was mainly the taste of it that she could not get over. Tony’s tasted far better than that most of the time and even Brent’s cum was sweeter. ‘Is there something wrong with me? Or is it my Master?’ she thought. After a few moments, she heard Master Malone’s voice rise above the chatter the laborers were making. He was not speaking loud enough to hear clearly but his voice was carrying over all the other voices. Once they stopped moving around so much, she could make out better details of the woman trapped in the other cage. She had been gagged, a large panel one that had straps going over her head with a hole in it, currently plugged with something. And a strict collar was on her, keeping her head forced into a brutal upright position. Rosemary tried to see more but there were simply too many people around. What she could see was that the bars on the other cage were much farther apart than hers and that the girl was nude as well. Someone had been very rough with her recently, too. The bruises and scratches on her tits were evidence enough of that alone. And she had been crying a lot. The tears running down her face were the only clean skin on her as far as Rosemary could see. “Gather around! Quiet!” called out Ian. The noises stopped almost instantly. Only the groans and struggles of the caged woman still sounded out. Ian kicked the cage and those stopped as well, except for her quiet crying. “Not many of you have been here for very long, so I don’t expect you to know who this slave is. Last night, my favorites slave, Tina, fucked up at Martin Lancaster’s birthday party. She had been under clear instructions to keep her mouth off any cock but my own. As it turns out, she could barely keep to that instruction. We had been there only thirty minutes before she had been found servicing the Lancaster porters.” “She thought I did not see her, she thought she had me fooled. But I know those porters far better than she does. One of them has a habit of shooting his seed on slaves instead of letting them dispose of it properly,” he continued to explain to the workers. “So when she returned from her first dalliance, she had no idea there was a stream of cum in her hair. I allowed it to stay there for a bit, the other guests noticing how disobedient my slave was.” “When she went to try to excuse herself a second time, I made her aware of the mess in her hair,” he said as the sound of crying increased from the caged woman. “She denied it, as any slut would, but I saw it happen myself. So I allowed her to be a party favor for a few hours. If she had not looked like she had enjoyed it so much, I might have let it end there. But she never looked sad about her punishment, so she has to be trained again. She will be here at least a week, men, for you to use. Mouth only, I am afraid.” The cheers from the men drowned out the howl coming from the bound woman. Rosemary started to cry in sympathy for the woman. She could just imagine having to service all these men, bound in that cage like she was. ‘I would have kept my mouth off those cocks,’ thought Rosemary. And she knew Master was right. Brent always did have a fetish for leaving his cum on his cocksucker instead of letting them swallow it down. He loved marking them with it. “Same rules for her as the rest of the slaves, men,” said Lord Malone. “Labors until lunch, then an hour of free time to eat. Then back to labors until evening meal. Just like the rest of them, she will be free to use after your meals until lights out at 10. Be sure she is fed and watered.” Rosemary did not understand why that statement got laughter from them but the look on the slave across from her said it was not a good thing. The men dispersed, heading in random directions as far as Rosemary could tell, each one heading back to where they had been working before the meeting. Rosemary could see several slaves at work now too, burlap clothes barely covering their backs, some of the men wearing only loin cloths. She could count 6 of them, 4 men and two women, all of them tanned brown and covered in scars. Each one shackled to a large, carved stone. Malone Manor was etched into each one along with a series of numbers. She hoped to never find out anything more than that about the slave laborers. “Thomas, you said Charles wanted to talk to me about the ponies?” said Ian. “Is there a problem?” “Master, there is not a problem as much as Charles wants to have them pierced. He thinks it will improve their disposition and make their training go faster,” replied Thomas. “I have told him already that I don’t like risking them like that. I have seen too many gone wrong,” said Ian. “They stay outside so much. If they were indoor ponies, that would be a different matter. They could stay cleaner and be inspected more often. And I know he wants the slave bridle done on them. The clit piercings I don’t mind so much but Hardcock might get ruined that way. He has many admirers right now. I don’t want his appeal ruined.” “Master! Please Master!” Rosemary called out as the men start to walk away. “Master, please don’t leave me here!” “Don’t worry my little slave. Lunch is served in a few hours and I will make sure Thomas gets you some food and drink,” he said to her, his voice coming from above the cage. “You are safe in there, only Thomas and I have the keys to get you out, unlike Tina over there. She is going to be used as a toy for a while, since she can’s stop putting cock in her mouth. Which reminds me.” Rosemary sees his hand appear for a moment at Tina’s cage and he pulls on the thing plugging her gag. The large metal cock that withdraws from her mouth is slimy and drips her drool. More spit spills out the hole and the woman’s volume increases dramatically. Her crying increases and Rosemary is sure she is repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. “There. Now you can be used,” he said and walked away. “Please! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!” Rosemary is sure she is saying but its just one long noise at this point. Now that everyone else has left, she can take a better look at Tina. She looks like she is in so much pain. Stuck in a hogtie, strict collar on her throat, that panel gag that makes her so available to be used, at least for any cock small enough to fit in the hole. The arm binder that Rosemary could see actually looked quite comfortable if it was not connected to her shackled feet. And she could see the edge of a heavy metal belt at her hip and she knew instantly that was a chastity belt. ‘That thing looks like a monster of a belt!’ she thought. It was far thicker and larger than the one she had worn at the orphanage. Looking around at the field, she supposed it made sense to lock her up in something so sturdy. Master had said only he and Thomas had keys to her cage but they said Tina was available to be used by the men. With only two other females slaves, she guessed Tina was going to a popular plaything for the men. ‘Its probably to keep her protected,’ thought Rosemary. Tina’s cage sat out in the sun, her breasts just at the edge of sunlight. Rosemary noticed that as the morning wore on, the sun traced across her right breast, then her left, her nipples staying in the full sun the entire time. ‘I wonder if that was on purpose or some sort of sadistic accident?’ she thought. The last time she had gotten a sunburn, it had been her shoulders. She could only imagine the pain it would cause to nipples. She rubbed her own in sympathy, grateful that her cage was against the barn and in full shade. Rosemary stared at Tina, wishing she had her collar back. Or the wrist cuffs. Or maybe even the chastity belt from the orphanage again. Anything that showed she was cared for, that someone wanted her. Being nude and exposed in the cage like this was making her upset. No one wanted her at the orphanage except to molest and torture. No one wanted her on the auction block, she had been sold as part of a group of slaves. No one wanted her at Lancaster Manor so much that she was almost tossed into the prison yard to be used by the inmates. And now, after being whipped on that wooden horse, she is stuck in this cage for all the workers to see. She began to cry, slow emotional tears running down her cheeks. Like Tina, she let them run, not bothering to wipe them off. As she stared at the suffering woman, Rosemary noticed the workers returning. A few of them were leading a slave each, the slave having to carry the stone they were shackled to. The closer they got to the cages she could see how often they were each being hit by crops and whips. Any time they slowed down or stumbled, they got strikes. She was grateful such sadists were not able to touch her in the cage and she wondered when Thomas would be arriving. Clearly the workers were returning for lunch. Her stomach growled at the though of food. Rosemary started to get nervous when the hired hands started to gather around the cages. She had no idea what to expect and there was no Master Malone or Thomas here to protect her this time. They had been quite talkative walking up but quieted when they got close. One man broke from the group and came over to kneel down in front of Tina. He dangled a key in front of her face and laughed when she screamed. Rosemary was pretty sure she was screaming the word ‘No.’ “Let’s look at the new one first boys!” he called out to the crowd. Within seconds, the cage Rosemary was in lifted off the ground, four men carrying it at the corners. They set her down on top of Tina’s cage, putting her at crotch and belt level of the workers. She was suddenly very glad they did not have the key to her cage and that the bars were so close together. She was trapped but at least she felt safe from them. “Ho ho! Look at the pretty one Malone got! Damn! Young too!” he called out to the other men as he leaned down to look into her cage. “Any takers on how long until he breaks her? Or how about when she fucks up and is put out here in the yard for us!” Rosemary tried to shrink away from the cheering at that suggestion. She was not a powerfully built girl and hard labor was sure to kill her. “Mister Thomas! How are you today!” the de facto leader called out, suddenly standing up. “Oh no, Sir. We were just looking at her. Such a fine prize! Small, young, scared. I am sure the Master made a good pick.” “I will have you know that I chose this slave for Master Malone, Carlton,” replied Thomas as he stepped closer to the cages. Beneath her, Rosemary could hear Tina struggling and making a racket. “Shut up Tina. You knew the consequences.” She quieted, but only a little. “Have you done anything with her yet?” “Sir, not yet. We only gathered for lunch a few minutes ago. I was about to tell the new one how things work around here right as you showed up,” said Carlton. Rosemary thought he sounded like he was making excuses, as if he had different plans than what he was telling Thomas. “Her name is Rosemary, at least until the Master sees fit to change it,” said Thomas while moving to the door of her cage. “Tell the men to eat and feed the work slaves. You can have your fun with Tina when you are done. That should give Rosemary time to finish her lunch too.” Carlton and the remaining men moved away from the cage and Rosemary could see that Lydia had come out to the field with Thomas, her walking awkward and strained. Her pussy was still very sore from that morning’s whipping by Cook. As she watched the poor girl carry the food and water for the workers, Thomas opened the door to her cage and placed a bowl in with her. She turned around and eagerly looked into the bowl. She was sure that whatever they served her to eat would be better than the foul gruel she had been forced to consume at the Lancaster property. It was mostly liquid, something not quite clear and a few brown things floating in it. And it had some foam drifting around on the top. She sniffed at it, not recognizing what she had been served. Her stomach growled at her. Thomas smiled as he locked the cage shut. “You should hurry and finish that. I think they won’t be so gentle putting your cage down so they can use Tina after lunch,” said the butler, amusement in his voice. Tina began howling at the mention of being used after lunch, prompting Thomas to kick her cage. Rosemary was careful to grab her meal before it was spilled. Rosemary gulped down her pride and put the bowl to her lips and sipped at it. It was so foul! It tasted horrible and her instinct was to throw it away from her. ‘Would they poison me?’ she wondered, looking at the contents again. She knew she was starving. Master Malone’s cum would only carry her along for just a little while. She closed her eyes and put the bowl to her lips, gulping down it’s contents as quickly as she could. She was hoping that if she drank it down fast enough, she simply would not have the time to process the taste. Which worked well for her until the bottom of the bowl. The stringy, slimy residue at the bottom reminded her so strongly of her Master’s cum that she nearly retched it all back up again. She wanted to sit up. Badly. It would make keeping down the foul meal easier. As it was, lying down inside the cage, her body kept trying to expel it. She held her hands over her mouth, just in case she lost control of her stomach. She laid on the floor of her cage, tears of pain rolling down her face, her stomach cramping and angry at her. She hoped her future meals here would be better. She almost wanted to be fed exclusively the Master’s cum if it was going to remain like this. She looked around and saw a group of the workers approaching already. Either they ate fast or they were not offered much of a meal. Thomas and Lydia were not with them. Rosemary could see them off in the distance with the slave workers and a few of the hired hands. It looked like the male slaves were being forced to suck off each other but Rosemary could not tell properly from this distance. The females were definitely being used by the workers though. From what she could see, in all their holes. Rosemary’s cage was lifted off Tina’s as soon as there were men next to it. As Thomas predicted, they did not care about what was in the cage and nearly tossed her down next to the barn. The door was trapped against the building. Even if she had a key and could reach the lock, there was no way she could escape her prison right now. Tina started to scream in terror around her gag as the men surrounded her. Carlton calmly showed her the key he carried and tossed it to another of the men. Then Carlton pinched her nipples against the edge of her cage as the door was unlocked. She screamed as she was dragged out, her nipples freeing from his grasp as she was pulled out by her legs. “Remember boys, feed and water her. Cum and piss only!” he laughed as the men arranged her on top of her own cage, tying her to the leather handles on the top. Rosemary tried to keep from watching Tina being brutalized but she could not help stealing glances. She missed being used so much. It was such a difficult adjustment from her time at the Lancaster property. She missed sucking on Tony’s cock. She hated thinking it, but she even missed Brent’s stiff member in her mouth. She began thinking of Master’s cock, her hands automatically drifting to touch her clit. She watched as Tina had cocks forced down her throat, her collar putting her in the perfect position to take any length. Tina closed her eyes as the men face fucked her. Rosemary thought she looked like she was enjoying it. It was the first time she had stopped struggling at the very minimum. When the first man unloaded his cum into her mouth, he moaned and Rosemary was sure Tina was smiling with her eyes, sucking down his load in pleasure. Rosemary was getting very moist, her fingers sliding along her cunt easily. Her mind was totally off her stomach now, watching the poor slave in front of her being used like a common hole. She started to pinch at her clit, her slippery fingers easily sliding over her little pleasure button. The sensations in her pussy shot through her nerves like lightening. She was so focused on the torment playing out in front of her she did not notice Thomas was next to her cage once more. “Lydia, are slaves allowed to cum without permission on this property?” his voice sounded right above her. Rosemary instantly stopped pleasuring herself and froze in place. Her approaching orgasm halted, but the desire for it still so strong in her loins. She looked around to find the bare feet of Lydia and the booted feet of Thomas next to her cage. Off in the distance, she saw a few of the hired men pointing over at her cage, barely holding back smiles. “No, sir, they are not allowed to cum without permission, even out here in the field. They get whipped if they do,” she said, her voice timid. Rosemary could see she stood with her legs apart, her pussy whipping earlier still paining her. A whip dropped to the ground next to her cage. “Please sir! I did not cum! I was just rubbing! Please! Sir! I did not cum! I swear!” Rosemary started pleading, the memory of Lydia being beaten that morning still too fresh in her mind. “Calm down sweet slave. I know you did not cum yet,” his voice sounded above her. “The men were just enjoying the show. The whip is a warning. Even out here, you are being watched. And since you are new here, you need to know some of the rules.” Lydia suddenly was on the ground next to her cage, her tear stained face pressed up against the bars. Thomas was behind her and Rosemary could see that he was pressing his foot into her somewhere out of her view. Lydia looked scared, her fear filled eyes roaming over Rosemary. “All new slaves spend a day in the fields,” she said to Rosemary. “So they can see what happens if they are failures in the house. Do a good job and you will never be kept out here. Obey and you wont be forced to work the fields. Behave as the Master wants and you won’t be used as a toy by the hired hands.” Lydia quickly glanced over at Tina. “Be a good slave and you will be fed good food, sleep in good places, wear good clothes,” she continued. “Accept any punishments with grace and you will be rewarded in return. Fight and Master will quickly dispose of you.” Lydia grunted and tears began to flow from her eyes. Thomas was moving behind her and Rosemary suspected that he was doing something that was causing her pussy extra pain. “Please accept the punishments Rosemary,” she whispered. “They punish all of us anyway, even if we did nothing wrong.” Rosemary began to tear up herself in sympathy for Lydia. “I will be a good slave Lydia,” she whispered back. “I will do as I am told. I promise!” Lydia nods and grinds back against whatever it is Thomas is doing to her. She keeps crying, her face showing she wants to scream out loud but only silence emerges. Rosemary is impressed at the display. Clearly Lydia is being tormented but to remain silent like that meant that she was enjoying it on some level. Either that or the punishment for making noise was worse than what she is currently getting. Rosemary realized that she is still touching herself and gives herself one last good feel before letting go. She looked over to Tina again, the tortured slave having serviced most of the men lined up to fuck her face. She appeared calmer now and Rosemary suspected it was her love of cock that finally calmed her down from her hysterics. She watched as Tina eagerly gulped down the loads of cum from the remaining men. Those who piss into her also force their cocks as deep as they can but she does not swallow any of it, letting it run out the sides of the gag. The way the men positioned her, Rosemary suspected they knew she was going to do this, the urine dropping to the ground around the cage instead of splashing back on them. Thomas kept tormenting Lydia until all the men had finished with Tina, only letting her up again once they started to go back to work. Rosemary saw the stream of piss the men had created flowing away from the both of them, the smell of it lasting far longer than the moisture. The last two men loaded Tina back into the cage and snapped the lock shut. Thomas looked down at her and simply said “Good girl” and walked off, Lydia struggling to keep up with his pace. Rosemary watched Tina for a few minutes, her tongue playing with a small glob of cum she had not swallowed down yet. Her eyes were half closed like she was in ecstasy. Rosemary was fascinated with how much the slave was enjoying her meal. When Tina finally gulped it down, she looked directly at Rosemary and winked. Then she closed her eyes and wiggled a bit, seemingly comfortable and at ease. ‘She enjoyed that! Oh my god! Did she get caught at that party on purpose?’ Rosemary thought. She knew that the porters at Lancaster Manor were fiends and were more than willing to degrade and humiliate any slave they could. But it sure looked like Tina over there had wanted to be caught, had wanted to be put out here to be used like some cock hole and toilet. Rosemary could not understand that desire. As much as she wanted to be desired by someone, to just be a hole for cock, to be a depository for cum, it was too alien for her to comprehend. ‘Did Master train her to be that? Oh god! What if he wants that for me too?’ she thought. She had too many questions and no answers. And she sure could not ask Tina, not with that panel gag on her face. The best she could do is some drawn out vowel sounds and screaming. Any questions Rosemary had would simply have to wait until she could be around the other slaves. ‘And Master said she had been his favorite.’ She watched Tina, workers off in the distance tending to the field. Some were harvesting, some were clearing stones and debris. Tina seemed to go into a trance. ‘No, not a trance. She is sleeping!’ realized Rosemary. ‘How could she be sleeping after that! Well, I am tired too but I did not just get face fucked for 45 minutes!’ Her stomach was still protesting her meal but the heat of the day and the now quiet Tina were making her sleepy as well. She laid her head down, intending to close her eyes for just a moment, just to help take the burn off them. Before she realized it, she was asleep and passed the afternoon away in dreams. Rosemary found herself running through tall grasses, the sharp blades of their leaves scratching and pulling at her legs. Occasionally one would whip into her naked pussy and she would stumble from the contact. She felt like she moved with grace and speed, her bare feet gliding over the ground. She avoided the stones and sticks as if guided by magic. Her hair flew behind her and she felt free. The sky darkened and she looked up to see clouds rolling along the horizon. Seeking shelter, the moved toward some long houses, set in an L shape, a cleared dirt square in front of the doors and windows. As she approached, she saw pillories and stocks in the cleared area. There were also a few posts set into the ground, large iron rings attached to the tops. Rosemary did not need to look at them long to know this was a place to hold and punish slaves. She touched her throat, seeking the safety of her collar of ownership. Finding none, she wanted to flee the houses. Unclaimed slaves were fair and easy targets in this land. She could easily find herself trapped in a pillory or chained to a whipping post. They all looked recently used and well maintained. Fear gave her speed but she was unable to get very far from the area. Suddenly she was surrounded, dirty men wearing rough clothes grabbing her at random. She slapped and fought with them, somehow managing to escape serious harm. When she turned back around, the stocks had been filled with slaves already and the pillories were being opened. Rosemary watched from a distance as male and female slaves were strung up and used. Whips cracked against skin, men fucked and spanked the trapped victims. She watched, happy she was not part of the scene. A small part of her felt powerful and untouchable here and she relished the feeling. Wind started to blow and it kicked up dirt and dust, blanketing the area and blocking her view. It flew into her eyes, making her tear up and cover her face. It thickened, causing her to cough repeatedly. The coughing continued until she woke, that same cough wracking her body. Dust and dirt on the air blew around her, sticking to her skin and dusting the inside of her cage. Tina had it worse, however. Her crying and her sweat from being in the sun had made her the perfect location for dirt to stick. After a few moments she was covered in a fine layer of muck and mud. Her dirty blonde hair truly living up to its description. Worst of all for her was the open hole in her gag. She had no way to prevent any dust or dirt from landing there, her tongue trying to eject the mess. Rosemary smiled a bit at the mess Tina had become. The approaching figures in the distance indicated that the workers had finished their day and would likely be putting Tina through another round of face fucking. Rosemary looked around for signs of Thomas, expecting him to bring her another meal. Possibly with Lydia in tow again. The sun was getting low and the darkening sky was not giving her the best ability to see into the distance. It was a surprise to see who followed Thomas over the rise in the landscape a few minutes later. Lisa and Heather followed him, carrying a heavily laden tray with a cover over it. Lisa winced with each step, slowing down the process. And poor Heather appeared to have several straps added to her dress, making her breasts stand out prominently. As they got closer, Rosemary could see several damp lines along her dress, seeming to line up with the cane strikes she had gotten earlier. The slaves passed by the cages in a painful, slow march, clearly struggling to carry the weight of the dish they carried. Thomas walked over to Rosemary’s cage and shoved it away from the building to access the door. She was impressed at his display of strength and also a bit scared. She remembered his strikes during her time on Master’s wooden horse, now realizing he was probably going easy on her fresh body. “You made a very clear impression on Master this morning. He instructed me to give you this for your dinner,” the butler said. He pulled a large bundle wrapped in paper from his jacket pocket. “Normally, new slaves in training don’t get fed this well. For some reason, he is giving you his left overs from his meal tonight.” He tossed the paper bundle into the cage and unfastened his pants. “I can give you the water I carried or I can give it to Tina.” He looked down at Rosemary, her head barely poking out of her cage to look up at him. “Sir, please give it to Tina. She needs it far more than I do,” responded Rosemary, eager to avoid drinking the man’s urine to sate her thirst. The cries and struggles of protest from Tina at her words did not make her feel any guilt, however. She was angry at the other slave for enjoying all the cum she sucked down earlier and causing the Master so much distress. ‘Slaves should not misbehave like that,’ thought Rosemary. The smile Thomas gave her lifted her spirits a bit and she slid back into her cage, eager to stay in it’s safety and to see what Master had allowed her to eat. It had to be better than that foul liquid she had been served for lunch. It just had to be! When she heard Tina protest the stream of urine cascading onto her panel gag, Rosemary felt compelled to watch Thomas’s piss land right into her mouth. His aim was impressive. She smiled, knowing that Tina would likely have to swallow at least some of that to get rid of the dirt that accumulated in her mouth. It was with that sense of satisfaction that she opened the paper bundle and found that Master Malone had given her some pieces of smoked poultry and several small potatoes. All of them had been eaten from but there was more of a meal here than she had eaten since before the orphanage. ‘If he is this generous from just one blowjob from me, I hope I can impress him further!’ she thought. She knew Tina could smell her meal even with the smell of Thomas’s piss filling her nose. Or maybe she could see the meal Rosemary had even in the failing light. Regardless, there was no way she could share it, even if she thought Tina deserved any of it. The fit the bound slave was having just made Rosemary feel better about herself and her choice to have Thomas empty his bladder on the girl. Her face looked far cleaner now at least, even though she was crying fresh tears again. When the screams in the distance sounded, both caged slaves looked toward the two long houses the workers used. Heather was kneeling on the ground, a semi-circle of men around her, all of them urinating on her breasts. Then they removed the bindings and forced her to strip. Before it got too dark to see, torches and lamps were lit and brought out. Once Heather was nude, the workers seemed to take turns inspecting the lines on her tits. Lisa had been put on her back near the serving tray she had carried, the men inspecting her pussy while they served themselves dinner. She was holding her ankles, her feet held high in the air, allowing the workers to do as they pleased with her genitals. Her cries were drowned out by Heather’s screams over her tortured breasts. Rosemary looked on in fascination. ‘I wonder what the two of them did to deserve that kind of punishment,’ she wondered. ‘If they had done anything at all. Maybe this is normal here.’ She certainly could not ask Tina right now. And from the hateful look she was being given, Rosemary was fairly sure Tina would not be a friend to her. Rosemary savored the taste of her meal, unsure of the last time she had something so delicious to eat. Well before she lost her parents, certainly. It did not take her long to finish eating what Master had allowed her to have and she was very grateful to be fed such a satisfying meal. She had completely forgotten the bitter taste of his cum she had for her breakfast and the swill she had been served for lunch. She carefully folded up the paper it had been wrapped in and placed it in the bowl that she still had from lunch time. She curled up into a ball, wishing she had some clothing or a blanket. Anything to help keep the chill of the night off her body. And to stop the buzzing bugs from seeking out her skin. She was glad she was so close to Tina’s cage right now. She seemed to be a much more attractive target for most of the nightlife flying around them now than Rosemary was. She watched the hired hands molest and fuck the two house slaves as well as the six others who had been working out in the fields. Rosemary almost felt sorry for them, seeing two of the males being forced to suck off a circle of the workmen. The other two were connected at their left wrists and both were given a whip to hold in their right hand. Then they had to strike at each other. Rosemary had wondered who had given them all the marks she had seen on their skin and she suspected they had all been whipping each other at the direction of the workers. The two female worker slaves were being used as stools, multiple men putting their feet up on their curved backs. Occasionally, one would fail to keep upright and collapse on the ground. Riding crops were used to encourage them back to a kneeling position, the activity starting over again. Rosemary started to ignore what was happening between the workers and the slaves, focusing on where Thomas was. She did not see him anywhere. Time passed slowly for Rosemary and she was sure that would never want to be out in the fields for the workers after seeing what the house slaves were being given tonight. It was not until the two of them were exhausted and unresponsive to even the strongest strikes of whips and crop that the men turned their attention to the area of the barn. When they started to gather and approach, Tina became agitated, rocking against the bars of her cage. Rosemary wondered why she was so upset. She seemed to happy earlier when she had been so abused and used by them all. But then Rosemary noticed the differences. There were more of them this time, nearly all of them in fact. And this time, they brought tools. Canes, whips, riding crops. Coils of rope. Buckets. She could only guess why they had brought so many supplies, but clearly they bothered Tina. So Rosemary did the only thing she could and curled up in a ball in her cage, trying to stay unnoticed. When they went to unlock Tina’s cage, Thomas appeared, looking eager to see all of the men gathered. He scanned the group, looking for a particular person. When he did not see Carlton he approached the man holding the key to Tina’s cage. He held out his hand, expecting the key. The man grudgingly handed it to the butler, prompting Thomas to smile. “I am certain that Carlton told all of you the rules regarding the use of Tina for her first six nights out in the yard, but I don’t mind repeating your instructions. For the first six nights, she is to get the same treatments that she gets at lunch. Water and a meal. It is not until her seventh night that you get to have increased freedoms with her,” he told the group of men, the smile clear on his face, but cold iron in his tone. “Any man who wishes to end his employment with Lord Malone is more than free to discuss the matter with him at the Manor.” Rosemary was certain that the words Thomas chose were done with clear intent. The pale looks of the men in attendance told her that she was very correct. The butler did not seem angry however. He seemed a bit pleased, or maybe satisfied was a better description. Rosemary did not know the man well enough but the way he stood, the way he looked at the crowd of men, said that he was glad to have them all gathered there. “Last night, Tina was put out here with the help of my protege and future replacement. Tonight, he has other duties to attend to and is not available to assist me, so it is rather fortunate to have so many of you here. Tina needs to be, um, refreshed,” he said to the men, trying to not smile to strongly. The howls from Tina made many of the men gathered there chuckle. Rosemary did not understand. “She was mostly compliant last night but I think that was because she had not understood what her punishments were going to be,” he explained to the men. “I expect that tonight she will be a bit more resistant.” A laugh spread like a wave among the men. “You can take her out of her cage now and I will get her next treatment ready.” It scared Rosemary how quickly the men moved to open her cage and it must have scared Tina as well from the shrill noises she started making. Rosemary watched as she was pulled from her tiny box and lifted into the air. It was no accident that the rough hands on her skin found all the places the sun had turned her red, especially her tormented nipples and breasts. Tina just kept her eyes screwed shut, tears still forcing their way down her face. Thomas opened a bag he had with him and set several items on top of Rosemary’s cage. The strong smell of herbs hit her nose, tickling and irritating her sinuses. He handed a set of keys to one of them. “Release her ankles and take off the binder. Stretch her out a bit boys.” He then leaned against Rosemary’s cage to watch the spectacle play out. Rosemary herself watched in fascination as Tina had her feet unlocked from the bottom of the binder. The groan that escaped the slave was one of pain and pleasure, her legs finally moving after a day in that position. The arm-binder came off with the same grunts of strain and satisfaction from the poor tormented slave. The men were more than eager to stretch her limbs, pulling her and massaging her. After a few minutes, even Tina stopped protesting and started sounding pleased. When she started doing that, one of the men would start paying attention to her breasts and her screams would return. Thomas allowed the men to have their fun for a while before approaching with his items from on top of Rosemary’s cage. He produced another key and made motions to the men to flip her on her back. The men quickly spun her over and held her spread out. Tina was struggling now in their grip but she knew there were too many hands on her to break free. The cheers from the men when Thomas unlocked the chastity belt drowned out the howls from Tina, but Rosemary could see her terror. The butler pried the device off her hips and Rosemary could see she had been plugged in both her holes. Thomas pulled on the one in her pussy, a dildo emerging slowly from her stretched pussy, small bumps dotting the surface. The groan that sounded out of Tina made many of her captors laugh. Thomas set the wet cock substitute on her tummy. “Do not drop that, Tina,” he warned. Rosemary thought it was cruel for the men to bounce her up and down, seeing her squirm to keep the dildo from falling. Then he probed at her asshole, pulling out what looked like a carrot to Rosemary. The screams from Tina peaked and then became a low grade moan. Thomas then picked up the dildo and smeared something on it. Once he had covered the entire thing, he placed it at her entrance and slowly pressed it into her with a twisting motion. The men held on to her as she bucked and pulled, trying desperately to get free. The remaining mixture he had rubbed on the toy was then pressed into her ass. “Hold her apart men. I need to fully insert this into her ass,” he calmly told the men. They moved to provide extra hold on her thighs and helped spread her ass open for the butler. Thomas then pulled from his pocket a ginger root, long and thick. Then he took a spoon and began scraping off the thin skin and finished by scoring lines along the surface. He had made her a new anal toy. Her screams finally drowned out the men’s cheers when he pressed the plug into her. “Figging slaves is so underrated,” he said as he lifted the chastity belt back into place and snapped the lock shut, much to the disappointment of the workers. “She has to have the arm binder put back on but I can allow her to stay out of the hogtie. I will leave the locks here for whatever you men decide.” Thomas supervised the return of Tina’s arm binder before turning to Rosemary’s cage. “Master wants you to be in the Manor for the next day to audition for the household staff,” he said to her as he unlocked her cage. She grabbed the bowl and her scrap of paper and hurried after the man, already taking long strides toward the house. Her feet hurried her along, terrified of the Hunters possibly lurking in the darkness along the way.

Chapter 3 - Casidy, Glory Hole

The following if fiction and all participants are over 18 years old. Casidy kept calm in her bondage. It was not the first time her airway had been cutoff by a cock in her throat. She was grateful her nose was clear and that she was not pressed up against a mound of pubic hair. There were worse things that could be going on. The world was quieter, the hood on her head preventing her from hearing much but the loudest noises. She felt around in the bag, still considering the toys in there with her. She cycled the bullet vibe, pressing it to her clit a few times. She turned it off and set it down again, seeking out the dildo. It felt like a good solid material, a stiff rubber of some sort. The size of it was larger than she normally would have chosen for herself but she could not deny it felt good in her hands. She was certain she had sucked on one this size before. She was not ready to consider that butt plug yet. She had made many dates angry with her by turning down anal sex. She never understood the appeal of it. Even when she had been running her own glory hole back home, she never would fuck them, even if they offered a huge tip for it. It amazed her how much those men wanted to put it in her ass. She was more than happy to just slurp down their loads of jizz and move on to the next throbbing dick. Plus she thought it was nasty. She could imagine how much of a mess she had looked when the hood was dropped over her head. Sometimes, the messier she got, the bigger the tips were. At least that is how it was working back home. She thought back on that time, remembering how she had gotten here in the first place. It all started with that asshole Teddy. No, she corrected herself. Theodore. He always made her call him that in private. “Have you put them all in?” a voice said to her, muted but right next to her ear, startling her. Casidy was not sure what to do, so she stayed still. Something knocked against her head and suddenly her air supply stopped. “Have you put them all in?” Her air returned once she started shaking her head No. “You had better get them all in. You won’t be going anywhere until you have. We will be checking. And in case you don’t understand, the vibe goes in your shorts, against your clit. You cuff your hands behind you.” Casidy scrambled to start using the toys. ‘The bottle of lotion should be lube’ she thought, squirting some onto the butt plug, deciding to get that done first. The slick liquid moved fast and she ended up coating more than just the plug. She was starting to have trouble keeping her footing and went to her knees. It hurt inserting the plug but she knew she had no choice. When the pressure eased and it settled into her anus, the bulbous plug made her feel like she had to shit. Once she adjusted to it, it felt quite pleasant. She could even push on it a bit and let it settle back into place. ‘Okay, I get it now’ she thought. Next she inserted the dildo, its girth stretching her in a pleasant way. It was just long enough to let her put her shorts back into place to help hold it in. Then she placed the bullet vibe over her clit. She was not given instructions beyond the placement but since she was being tested, she decided to test herself here too. The turned it on and increased it to a place she thought would keep her on edge but not drive her over it. The cuffs snapped around her wrists after she placed them behind her back. She wished she could lock them in place. Any fall could press them harder against her wrists and really damage her. Within seconds of putting on the cuffs, she felt cool air against her skin again. It felt and sounded like someone had opened up the bag, but they had not used the zipper at her throat. ‘There must be other ways to open the bag,’ she thought. Someone touched the vibe control, turning it down several steps. Casidy was disappointed. The speed had been very pleasant and she had been sure it would have not made her cum for a long time. Then it suddenly shifted to a much higher speed with a pulse burst setting. Casidy rocked her head back and forth. ‘No! Oh please not that setting!’ she screamed in her head. Set like that, aroused already as she was, all the attention to her clit made her approaching orgasm unstoppable. She felt the cuffs get inspected and she started to cum as the bag zipped back up but she no longer cared. The air holes for her nose were not enough to breathe properly and she was going to be forced to orgasm over and over now until whoever her tormentor was turned off the vibrator. Or until she passed out from the overwhelming pleasure and the lack of air. No one turned off the vibrator. When Casidy regained consciousness, she was out of the sack and the vibe had been turned off. She could still feel it there in her shorts, pressed against her clit. Her crotch felt slightly numb, like it always did after she had been having a lot of sex repeatedly. She was still hooded, plugged and cuffed too. But she was now lying on a cold floor and it reminded her of the concrete floors back in her high school gym locker room. “Are you awake, cocksucker?” a female voice called out. She sounded familiar to Casidy, but she was not sure who it was. A foot pressed into her and roller her over. She panicked for a moment, worried that the cuffs would tighten on her wrists and damage her. They only dug into her back. ‘Someone must have locked them’ she thought. She had gotten a lot of experience with handcuffs running her glory hole back home. Some guys refused to pay up unless they saw she was not going to run off. “We were going to sell you off to pay for school, but then your reputation got out and the faculty decided to change all our plans. So. Here is how this is going to go now. You work our glory hole for the rest of the semester, cum guzzler. And you get to stay on campus instead of being sold off. Deal?” ‘Slavery or cock sucking? Easy!’ thought Casidy, her love of cock having already changed her fate. She nodded to the voice. Within moments, she felt the hood loosen. Then she heard a door slam shut. She wiggled for a while, working the leather off her sweat covered face until it finally flew free. She found herself in a badly lit room. It took her a moment of looking around to notice the purple glow of black lights and it bothered her eyes. The room was small and was barely taller than herself. It reeked of a customization, as well as the smells of sweat, urine, stale beer and smoke. There were three slots along three of the walls, the fourth one being a door that opened into the room. There was no handle to pull on either and that bothered Casidy. She knew instantly that she was not free to leave. ‘Slavery after all, huh? Well, at least its cocksucking slavery!’ she thought. “Psst! Over here Casidy!” one of the rectangular slots said. “Hey, its me! Heidi! Hey, listen! If you do a good job, they will let you out after the weekend is over. You can stay with me at the sorority house. Actually, you have to stay with me! I get to be your owner while you are not in there sucking cock! Isn’t that great! Oh, and I set your price at a quarter, so you are probably going to be a bit busy for a while. See you Sunday morning! Muah!” A feminine hand appeared for a moment and dropped two items onto the floor. A handcuff key and a lipstick. It took her a few moments to position the key into the cuffs and as she struggled to free herself, all nine of the slots sported cocks of various sizes and stiffness. She picked up the lipstick and pulled the cap off. It was a glowing red under the UV lights and she quickly applied a thick layer to herself. She scanned the room, a bit upset at her earnings being set so low. Ten bucks was normally her bottom limit. But a quarter per blow? She smiled, knowing each guy was going to be happy about her value. She squatted down, turning on the vibe pressed on her clit as she sucked in her first cock. He was groaning and thrusting for her when she heard some of the other men knocking on the walls. “Hurry up cock-sucker!”, “Where are you slut?”, and her favorite “Cock-whore! Get over here now!” Every time she got one to blow his load, he would toss a quarter in afterwards. It never took long before any spent cock was replaced by another. Casidy was in for a long weekend.

Chapter 2 - Nurses Could Stand To Learn How Knocking Works

Author's Note: This chapter isn't much in the way of smut, just some light masturbation and a little filth play. It does largely set up how the two intend to live as each other, though, so if you're interested in the story, probably give this one a read! *** Waking up was strange for a number of reasons. Sam felt like Sam—that is say, fairly normal—but on the other hand, she knew things were very, very different. For one, Sam was a she, despite spending the last thirty or so years very much a he. But her female biology was more than clear, especially with the fact that her pussy was sore. Sam glanced down and winced slightly, taking in the sight of her thoroughly-used cunt. It was lightly swollen from the rough, devastating thrusts Becky had pounded into her for nearly two hours straight, and oozed any of a half-dozen loads of thick, fresh cum out onto the linen sheets. She reached over for the tissues on her bedside, hissing softly as she did her best to soak up as much jizz as possible without agitating her pussy. Another distinct oddity was the woman beside her. Becky Lynch was beautiful even asleep, fiery locks splayed out on her pillow as the morning light played across her naked body, though her skin bore the tell-tale sheen of dried sweat from an evening spent relentlessly fucking Sam into the hospital bed. The brilliant rays of the sun limned her muscles in gold, and despite the soreness in her cunt, Sam felt a sudden flash of pride that she was beautiful enough for Becky to want to fuck her. “Mornin’,” Becky murmured softly, her words thick with sleep as her honey-brown eyes opened lazily. The wrestler turned onto her back and stretched languidly, her toned, athletic body set ablaze by the dawn. Then Becky leaned over and pulled Sam into a deep kiss, pressing warm and confident lips to Sam’s soft and full ones. Sam leaned into Becky contentedly, thigh brushing against what she realized after a moment was Becky’s stiff morning wood. The kiss was warm and gentle at first, but went hot in moments after that. Becky’s mouth was eager, the movements taking on an edge of passion, and Sam could feel a spark of lust flaring inside of her. So much lust in fact that it wasn’t until Sam let out a soft moan that she realized the hand she’d been using to mop of all the cum from the night before had started rubbing small circles into the hood of her clit. After a few minutes of kissing, Becky pulled away, blinking slowly like a cat as a lazy smile spread across her face. “You slept well, I take it?” “Very well,” Sam offered breathlessly, forcing her hand to halt its rapid movement across her pussy with some reluctance. “You?” “Fine, fine,” Becky replied before gesturing to her body. “Could use a shower, though.” Sam nodded absently, glancing down at the redhead’s Amazon physique. She had the toned, well-defined muscles of a performer, including  set of abs cut from marble, and resting upon those abs was Becky’s cock, throbbing and stiff first thing in the morning. So hard that the foreskin had slid back on its own, revealing a deep pink bellhead coated in sticky yellow sludge, smegma made up of sweat, leftover cum, and filth that had come together to form a nasty grime. “Becky, ew,” Sam said, though her words came out uncertain. Sam was pretty certain she was disgusted by the mire that clung to the underside of the redhead’s glans… so why did her body seem to be so interested? “Oh yeah, I know you just hate it,” Becky said with a snort, which seemed strange to Sam, but she assumed it was some sort of joke she didn’t recognize. Before she could say anything more, though, Becky reached down and swiped her thumb through the fetid muck on her cock and raised her hand to Sam’s mouth. She kept it there, an inch or so from Sam’s lips, as if waiting. The smell that met Sam’s nose was rancid and foul. It coated her throat, as if the odor had stained her senses forever, but even as her gag reflex threatened to kick in, a pleasant buzzing started up in her head that began to slowly radiate through her body. Each breath she took in was tainted with the scent of Becky’s filth, staining her lungs, a wave of revulsion crashing through her… but Sam’s pussy had only gotten wetter, and her hand never stopped moving on her clit. “Open,” Becky murmured. The word was only two syllables, but it seemed to send Sam’s heartbeat into a cascading rhythm, faster and faster with each passing moment. And before she could stop herself, Sam parted her lips and took Becky’s thumb into her mouth. The taste was horrid and bitter, her stomach churning at the greasy feel of it on her tongue. Accompanying it, though, was a wave of pleasure that shot through her like electricity, beginning in her mouth and culminating in a surge of sensation in her clit. Sam’s core spasmed, her fingers flying faster across her cunt, and she—she was— “Hnnghoh f-fuck!” Her sudden cry of ecstasy seemed to echo off the walls of her tiny hospital room, reverberating through her just as her orgasm did. It sizzled in Sam’s brain as a spurt of clear girlcum hit the sheets beneath them, adding to the dampness of the linen that was already present from before and filling the room with the smell of fresh sex.  “So fucking hot,” Becky groaned, free hand stroking her girlcock while the other played across Sam’s tongue, making sure to spread the thick dickfilth around and coat every part of her mouth with it. “Maybe you should put that mouth to work cleaning the rest off—“ Just then, the doorhandle at the entry to the room rattled softly, and both women jerked their gazes upward. A fraction of a second later, before the door could even open, Becky twisted out of bed, smoothly extracting herself from the covers and grabbing her clothes. The redhead shot Sam a wink and practically dove for the bathroom in the corner, narrowly avoiding the door frame. As the door to the room opened, letting in the sounds of bustling hospital activity and revealing the dark-skinned nurse from the day before. “S-sorry, if I could just have a moment to use the bathroom,” Sam chirped, fighting the blush that warmed her cheeks as she clutched the sheets to her breast. “I-I’m not dressed…” The nurse cocked an eyebrow, as if to say, You know I’m a nurse, right? But never the less, she turned and stalked out of the room, calling, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your vitals.” Sam nodded, embarrassment heating her face, gaze locked on where her hands clutched the sheets until the nurse left, letting the door swing shut behind her. As soon as it did, Becky peeked out of the bathroom, all scarlet hair and wariness. “She gone?” “Yeah,” Sam answered, hastily dragging her panties up her legs and shoving her arms back through the sleeves of the hospital gown while trying to tie up the back. “Man, that was close,” Becky said with a shaky laugh, stepping back into the room proper. Sam could see that in the brief time she had been in there, the wrestler had managed to slip into her nondescript black leggings and a sleeveless white t-shirt that showed off her powerful arms, a black leather jacket slung back over her shoulder. “Yeah,” Sam said again, swiping her hands over her face and back through her hair—a common gesture for Sam, made unfamiliar by the amount of hair she had now compared to her original body. It sent a fresh wave of discomfort through her, jaw tightening as she let out a sight through clenched teeth. “Relax, baby,” Becky said in a soft voice, coming closer to the bed and resting a strong hand on Sam’s shoulder. “She didn’t see anything. Let me go get some breakfast for us and swing by your hotel room for some clothes, and then we’ll see about getting you out of here. Cool?” Sam nodded, leaning over to rest her cheek on Becky’s hand. The redhead brushed her thumb across Sam’s skin—the same thumb Sam had so recently licked filth from, she noted—before turning and making her way out of the room. A few minutes later, the nurse returned and did exactly as she said she would, taking Sam’s vitals and asking a handful of questions to make sure there were no new signs of lingering nerve or lung damage before promising to come back with a doctor in tow. Next through the door was not the doctor or Becky, but Charlotte dressed not in hospital clothes, but in street clothes, wearing the simple blue jeans and “Visit Tattooine” shirt Sam had been wearing when all of this had happened. More than that, Charlotte looked to have cleaned up a bit, dark hair wet from a shower and wrist missing the hospital bracelet that had been present last time Sam had seen him. As the door swung closed, Sam could see Whitney leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting. “Hey, they’re discharging me,” Charlotte said, and it was still odd for Sam to be spoken to in the voice she was so intimately familiar with. “Whitney is going to take me… well, I guess back to your place. Which has me thinking about something.” Sam nodded, frowning. “Thinking about how we’re going to make this work?” “Yeah,” Charlotte replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall beside Sam’s bed. “And I think I have an idea. Now, obviously we’re going to have to go on being each other, at least for the time being.” “Either that or somebody dissects our brains to try and figure out what happened.” “Which neither of us wants,” Charlotte continued, reaching up to fidget with the angle of his glasses, making it obvious he still hadn’t gotten used to them. “And in order to keep that from happening, we’re going to have to do our best at living each other’s lives. Now, I think you can sell it to the WWE that you have amnesia or whatever from the lightning strike and have to relearn some of my moves. They probably won’t let you wrestle for a while anyway just based on this, although they might dump TV spots on you about getting struck by lightning and your miraculous survival or something. Which is good, because Whitney told me you’re in IT, and there’s no way in hell I can learn all that nerd shit, I can barely use my iPhone.” “So I was thinking…” Charlotte trailed off, thinking for a moment, but the majority of her plan had already clicked into place in Sam’s mind. “You were thinking that we’d both have access to your bank accounts so that we could both live off of them while I continue to wrestle as Charlotte Flair.” “Exactly.” “I mean, it only seems fair you get to use the money you made,” Sam said with a shrug, sweeping her bangs out of her face carefully, trying to get the motion down. “And I get that you’re kind of screwed out of my job, since IT takes training. It’s not like wrestling, where anyone can—“ “Easy,” Charlotte growled from beside the bed. “Yeah, no, sorry,” Sam replied sheepishly. “But your plan makes the most sense. I have a decent amount of money, but I doubt it’s much compared to what you make in a year. How do we explain it, though?” “Well, that’s the easy part,” Charlotte said, leaning back onto his feet and giving a couple of bouncing boxer’s steps, whipping his hands out in mock punches with agility that surprised even Sam. “We bonded over getting struck by lightning, and since you’re a superfan, I decided to take you under my wing. We might even be able to get me into some of the minor men’s leagues, if I can get this body in the right shape. Hell, since David’s out of the game, we might even get WWE to sign me on a developmental, something about the adoption of a Flair…” “First things first, huh?” Sam said, snapping a couple of times to draw Charlotte’s attention back to the conversation. “Right, right, that would take time anyway,” Charlotte said with a dismissive gesture. “First things being getting in touch with my accountant and authorizing me as a user, and then from there we can iron out the details.” Just then, the door opened again, and the nurse re-entered with an older man in a crisp white coat—the doctor Sam recognized from the day before. The nurse gave Charlotte a pointed look, which Charlotte seemed to read just fine. Charlotte held up a twisted and blackened rectangle of glass and plastic—the remnants of Sam’s phone. “I’ll give you a call when I get a new phone, okay? Hang tough.” The doctor gave Sam a rundown on her condition, explaining that Sam was largely fine but could expect some sore or stiff muscles over the next week or so. He then handed her a card and told her to call him if she felt any shortness of breath or pain in her lungs whatsoever, and within a half hour, Sam was filling out discharge paperwork. Only fifteen minutes or so after that, Becky showed up, looking fresh and showered with a paper sack full of breakfast burritos in one hand and a canvas bag in the other. “Hey, you look about ready to go,” Becky said with a smile, holding up the duffel in her hand. “Brought you some clothes, since I figure your old stuff is probably fried or something.” “Thank you,” Sam said softly, and she realized that the sight of Becky brought a measure of comfort. “I think I’m almost ready to go.” “Good, good. You feeling alright about all this?” Becky gestured vaguely to the paperwork in Sam’s hands, and the hospital bed she was sitting in. “You know, I was really upset yesterday,” Sam replied, reaching up and brushing her bangs out of her eyes with surprising ease—muscle memory, or was Sam getting used to it? “But I think I’m okay. I think I’m getting used to it more easily than I thought I would.” And she meant it.

Chapter 1 - Breeding Frenzy

***DISCLAIMER*** There are no underage characters in this story. Goblins, being the little fast fuckers they are, reach physical maturity at the age of twelve, and usually die of old age by fifty. If they survive that long, that is. Thank you for your patience and understanding. ***DISCLAIMER*** There it was, the last door of the tower, where his prize was hidden, taken captive by the greedy Dragon Princess. Sir Knight took a deep breath, his grip on his sword tightening, his breath whistling through the holes in his helm. He couldn't stop the small prayer escaping from his lips. Dear Gods, please. Let her be human this time. Or alive, at least. His last encounter with Zombie Princess left a bad taste in his mouth, in more ways than one. He spent the last five hours knee-deep in blood, hacking and slashing at the uncountable minions of the Dragon Overlord. Overlady? Whatever. The daring warrior, his armor and robes stained and teared, took another breath before launching forward, kicking open the door, his voice deep and full of charismatic, panty-wetting heroism. "Princess, I've come for you!"  His eyes rapidly found the Princess, stereotipically standing at the window, and he scoffed slightly behind his helm. Not human. Damn. Well, at least she was humanoid. And unmistakably female, if the pair of oversized sweater puppies attached to her chest weren't a trick of the light. Yes, he had to check for that too. Thanks, Boy Princess. The young royal heir was small, just above three feet tall, looking up at him with bright green eyes enchased in a green face, framed by short, shiny and well groomed green hair. She wasn't see-through, so not a slime. No scales, pointy ears... Goblin! He was definitely before a barely-of-age, scantly-clad Goblin Princess. Extremely scantly-clad. The finely weaved fishnet stockings clashed a bit with the dainty high heels, coupled with a yellow G-String and star-shaped pasties, straining on well sculpted, torpedo-shaped boobs, each one almost as big as her head. And on said head rested a small, golden tiara, a reminder that the high-octane, pint-sized slut was indeed royalty. Even if she was licking her lips, and closing up to him, wide, child-bearing hips wiggling back and forth. "My Savior! Thank you, thank you!" Her voice was high, but surprisingly pleasant. "I've been waiting to be rescued forever! This place is so boring!" She hugged the metal-clad warrior, or at least tried to, her low height restricting her options. She wound up with her arms around the Knight's armored thights, her cheek smoshed against his groin. "I'm Mei, Princess of the Goblin. How can I repay you for saving me?" Her small body, unused to contact with another living being, was heating up fast, and the firmness she felt against her cheek pushed all her buttons in just the right way.  "Are you wearing an armored codpiece, or are you just happy to see me?" She smirked, her hand sneaking under his robe, meeting cold, unyeldy metal. "Uh. Armored Codpiece. Let me try again, mh?". And that's how the valiant Knight found himself seated on the queen-sized bed, with a writhing Goblin Princess on his lap, her underwear abandoned on the floor alongside his codpiece. Her head lolled back, tiny hands grabbing at his chestpiece for leverage and spearing herself on his cock, as big as her forearm, pressing deliciously against her cervix. Her moans echoed in the room and down the hallway as she bounced up and down, her "Yes!"ses and "More!"s higher and higher in volume, until she felt the Knight throbbing inside her, filling her with a need she never felt before. "Yes, give it to me! More, more!" Once again, the Knight's deep voice resounded in the room. "Princess, I'm coming inside you!" ***Twelve Years Later*** With a flick of her wrist, another perfectly made pancake flew from the pan to land squarely on the plate behind her. Clad in a yellow apron, impossibly stretched around her round belly and with the appropriate "#1 MOM" emblazoned on it, Mei busied herself with breakfast. The Goblin household was always rowdy and noisy, but things peaked at breakfast, when the almost-permanently pregnant Goblin Princess and her ten children gathered together in a single room, the spacious kitchen filled to the brim with green-skinned kids of various ages, from the twelve years old twins, just taking their first steps in adulthood, to the smallest, barely five months on his shoulders, who was gnawing on a plush knight with is little pointy teeth, blissfully silent for once. The eldest twins were arguing again, unsurprisingly. Yesterday was about age, Bea being three whole minutes older than her brother. Today was all about height. Kor was about the same height as his mother, while his sister Bea inherited their father's stature, towering over the rest of the family. And, of course, took every chance to boast about it. Calls of "Pipsqueak" and "Beanstalk" were trown back and forth across the table. That is, until the Princess, pumped full of hormones and too cranky for her own good, snapped at them.  "That's it! I can't hear myself think! Out!" the pan clanked loudly, smothering the small fire underneath, as she pointed to the door. "Out! Until you learn how to be civil around each other!" "But-" "Butts are for pooping! Out of my kitchen!" With a sigh, the twins rose, leaving their family to their breakfast.  A couple hours and one lost round of rock-paper-scissors later, Kor was knocking on the door to his mother's room, to check on her. The pint-sized princess was reclining on her bed, barefoot and wearing a yellow sundress, a book propped between her dome-shaped stomach and her breasts, holding it open. "Hey, Mom. Are you ok?" The young goblin took a deep breath, threading on eggshells while approaching his mother. Mei sighed soundly, her hands petting her belly. "I'm ok, sweetie. This little one is just driving me crazy." A small nod from him made Mei smile, and closing her book to turn her undivided attention to her son and motioning for him to help her sit up. He went a little bit further, kneeling behind the now cross-legged goblin matron to rub her shoulders. "Everything will be alright, once I give birth and your father gets back from his adventures. Still, it wouldn't hurt if you and your sister were a bit more friendly to each other." The frown that dawned on the younger goblin's face disappeared almost istantly when his mother turned to him, poking his nose with a short, green finger, a broad grin baring her pointy teeth. "I know, I know. She is too much to handle sometimes, mh? I carried both of you for six months, I should know." With a slight smirk, Mei wrapped her arms around her son, clutching him tight and dragging him down with her, both goblins hitting the mattress with a *ponf!*, hugging turning into cuddling. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Pregnancy feels wonderful, but leaves me a bit cranky sometime." She squeezed her son against her bountiful chest. A very flushed Kor could only reply  "It's ok, mom. I'll think of it as training!" Another, decisively un-princessy smirk, followed by a tightening of the of her arms around her son, left Kor's face even more hot. And it had nothing to do with his mother's fleshy warheads smooshing against his chest. To say nothing of her beautiful, round and taut belly. No sir, no correlation at all. Despite his best intentions, he could feel his penis stir and harden. His cheeks a bright green, blood split evenly between his face and groin "You are going to be such a nice daddy sooner or later...ugh!" She winched, backing up. The young goblin, after the few seconds required by his brain to reboot, quickly noticed the liquid dripping between his mother's leg, staining her sundress. "Mom! Are you ok?! The baby..." His hands rapidly found her belly, running gently on the heated, fabric-covered skin. "It's ok, sweetie. My waters broke. I guess this little one is really eager to meet her big brother." Of course, after spending half of her life being pregnant, she was quite accustomed to it. Her arm sneaked around Kor's shoulders for some much needed support. "Help me to the nursery, please." "Sure, mom!" ******** With the latest addition to the family safely delivered, and soundly asleep in her crib after a long feeding session that left Goblin Princess' breasts tingling and her nipples aching, it was time for the party! Another custom of the goblin household, the most awaited one, to be honest. The whole family would come together, eat and drink and be merry, and joke and have fun. Mei would skip around the table, her slim, petite figure and bouncy behaviour back in mere hours after months of life-filled beauty thanks to her goblin heritage, hugging all her children without her belly getting in the way, and Ser Knight would prop his leg on a chair in a victorious pose, and amaze his sons (and a couple of his daughters) with tales of heroic combat against the evil Dragon Princess's forces, of grand trasures, and of lots of princesses waiting for him to free them. Of course, none of them as beautiful as his green-skinned wife, perish the thought.  And finally, with their children all asleep in their beds, he would take her in his strong, armored arms, lift her gently, and impale her on his cock without even taking off his full plate, skewering the Goblin MILF's eager cunt and filling her hyperfertile womb with his load as she encouraged the valiant knight to knock her up, keeping her tame and bred, before sauntering to his next adventure.  It worked like a charm every time.  Except when he didn't show up. If you had to find a silver lining, the situation did prompt a truce between the eldest goblin twins. Bea, having inherited most of the human genes, was taller and stronger, and busied herself with putting her sibilings to bed. A fairly easy task, compared with her brother's, wich was currently thanking his goblin stature and fast reflexes. "Gah!" He ducked under the wine bottle that sailed through the air, shattering against the wall behind him. At least, since it was empty, the wall was left clean, if a bit nicked. Alas, being empty meant all the "Special Occasion" wine once contained in the green shards on the floor was now flowing freely in the veins of a small, curvy and totally smashed Goblin Matriarch. "That..! That..Armored, small-pricked dummy!" Mei threw her head backwards, lifting the last glass of wine to her shiny lips, downing it's contents like fresh water before slamming it on the table, sighing loudly. "Mom, I think you should stop. That's gonna come up back later, you know." The inebriated princess blew him a raspberry, her slightly slurred words stumbling out of her mouth "Pish posh! I'm not pregnant anymore! I can...can drink all I want nao!"  Always the picture of sophisticated grace, she resorted to licking the inside of the glass, trying to coax the last surviving droplets into her mouth. "Whyyy, stupid husband, can...can't even take care of his wife... I miss being all pregnant and...and full!" Kor could only mutter in response, while hoisting his mother in his arms, "Mom, you were pregnant, like, eight hours ago. Here, lean on me, up we go!" A slight grunt, and up they went, to Mei's bedroom, wobbling like a jelly-legged shoggoth. Another sigh by the Princess "And... and ushually by this time I'm pregnant again. I neeeeed iiit..." Mei propped her chin on her son's shoulder, a trail on drool wetting his shirt. "Ugh, mom, gross! Also, too much information, thank you!" Not that he didn't know, he'd been aware of his parents' antics for years now. He even spied on them, once, not that he would ever admit it. The flashing images in his brain, combined with the very intimate way his mother was propped against him, were slowly doing their job. Shameful as it was, his green soldier was starting to wake from his slumber, straining against his pants at every touch of Mei's swollen mammaries against his chest. The smashed princess, of course, was completely clueless about it. "Aah, shaddup. You... you don't know how it is, being... being..." She bit her lip, words slipping from her grasp. "...someone with a vagoo." The heir of the goblin kingdom snickered as he opened the door to her bedroom with his free hand "You mean a woman, mom."  "Yeees, woman." She half-climbed, half-rolled on her bed, her dress riding high on her legs, esposing lots of supple flesh, probably more than a virgin goblin could handle, blood-related or not. The Princess caressed her flat belly with both hands, a flash of longing in her green eyes. "Goblin women, you see." She poked her belly, while her son climbed on the bed with her, undoing her hairdo to make her more confortable "Once we get pregnant, we can't stop, never ever. If we stop, we get all fuzzy inside our head. Your grandma tried it once, almost went mad after a week. " She nodded, licking her lips, stil tasting wine on them. Her hands busied themselves by smoothing the fabric of her sundress. "Now, your father probably got himself trapped inside Mimic Princess, or something, and isn't here to impregnate me, like he should be. I need..." Just talking about it was making her hot and bothered, she could feel her lower lips starting to moisten "Kor, baby, I need your help. Help me, please " Her son, still combing his finger through her hair, nodded, eager to please his favourite mother. Or only mother, your pick. "Sure, mom. what do you need?" "My womb, it's empty. It's wrong, it feels wrong... I need...I need to be bred." She grasped his shoulder, bringing him down on her, slotting her chin in the nape of his neck, her voice low and husky, nipping his hear with her sharp fangs "I need a cock inside me, any cock. Your cock." She was hugging him now, once again, but it was really, really different from the scene of that morning. The air around them was hot and moist. Still, she went on. "Fuck...Fuck me, Kor. Knock me up, or I'll go mad, and...and die." The young greenskin gulped, conflicted. His brain was telling him one thing, his groin another. The woman before him was his mother, sure. She also was sensuality and perfection made flesh. The green flush of her cheeks, the upward curve of her moist lips, the heaving of her extremely generous chest as she panted, hot and horny. He had to say something, and after a brief pause, was finally able to muster his words. "I...I don't want you to die, mom." He winced. Yep. really smart. A Plus, kid.  Mei smiled, guiding her son's hand under her skirt to her soaked panties. "My baby, my beautiful baby, you... you... Help me undress, please. Your mommy is losing herself." Always the obedient son, Kor esitated only briefly before setting into motion, his finger cupping the Princess' sex over her wet underwear, her excitement making them nearly transparent. A small, dissident part of his brain tried to tell him to stop, that it wasn't right to touch one's own mother like that, but the signals to pull back and be disgusted were vetoed in favour of more interesting ones. Such as Touch. Suck, of course. And don't forget Grope. The other hand pulled at the skirt, lifting it up.  With a small giggle, Mei lifted her butt from the mattress for the short time needed to hike her dress up her back, over her shoulders, then all the way to the floor, leaving the pint-sized princess in her knickers and sweaty, glowing skin. She purred softly, nuzzling his neck again as a small hand sank itself in the soft, supple flesh of her right tit. "Oh, Kor...We shouldn't be doing this, dear..." Unluckily, or maybe luckily for him, her words and action clashed considerably, for as the words were leaving her mouth, her deft hands were busy unbuckling his pants and lowering them. She licked her lips. "Really, really shoulmmmmmmh" Kor sucked in a raspy, needy breath. The green, mushroom-shaped head of his cock had barely the time to feel the warm , humid air of the Goblin Princess' bedchambers, before being engulfed in something far more warm and infinitely more wet. His hands tangled in his mother's hair as she slurped on his cock like the proverbial man in the desert. Her gag reflex, if it ever existed, suffered the same fate as her inhibitions: Plummeted out of existance by the smell and taste of the mint, both in color and mileage, babymaker between her lips. Licking, slurping, even nibbling that firm flesh was a mission, everything she thought about. The young goblin could only moan and grunt as his mother worked her magic. He was tingling everywhere, heat pooling low in his groin. He was at the end of his teenage years, so of course he was no stranger to the feeling of cum churning up in his testes, ready to be launched outward in search for an egg. Seemed like, after years of solitary manhandling, his gonads  finally had a chance at doing what they were created for. The last, tiny and squeaky voice in his head telling him "It's your mother!" was prompty silenced as the woman in question hit a very pleasurable spot with her tongue, earning a loud moan and a tug on her hair for her efforts. Mei smiled, her lips stretched around warm meat, and doubled her pace. With the Princess' head still firmly in his grasp, Kor started moving his hips slowly, trying to increase the friction. The feeling mounted and mounted until the only thing he could do was buck forward, hilting himself deeply inside his mother's tiny mouth before exploding like a volcano, hot, virile cum spurting forward with a cry of "Mom! Mom!" and the force of a thousand suns. And the goblin slut accepted it all with only the smallest of noises, her pointy nose scraping against Kor's pelvis, his pumping cock embedded so deep in her throat that he filled her stomach with cum, and she didn't get even the smallest taste of it. Non untile she lifted her head, the last weak spurts staining her lips swiftly licked away, leaving her lips wet and shiny. "Mmh." Her smile, if possible, was even more sultry than before. "There you go, all ready..." The slutty, cum-fed matriarch grasped her son's erection, massaging it gently, preventing it from softening. Not that was needed, the slab of meat between her finger was harder than ever. "Sooo..." She sing-songed, her hands crawling to her hips, toying with the elegant knots on both sides of her drenched panties, the only thing still hiding the final prize of the evening. "What do you say, Kor... Wanna make a baby with mommy?" The princess tugged on one of the strings, untying the knot. The left half of her panties dropped, revealing still more inviting flesh, and the corner of a well groomed, grass-green triangle of short hair. And the smell. Gods, the smell. In his haze, all his overworked brain could come up with was that she smelled GOOD. Like fresh fallen rain and summer sea waves got together and had a baby. Just like they were going to. Yes, there was no doubt about that. He was going to impregnate his mother, becoming a big brother once again and a father for the first time. And would do it again, if she asked. But, first things first. He still had a job to do, and had to do it before his brain started dripping out of his skull. So he simply nodded, with enough strenght to make the head of his cock bobble up and down too, before raising his right hand to untie the other knot, leaving the goblin broodmare naked as the day she was born, wet and ripe for the taking. The once again MILF-to-be giggled softly, and dropped backwards, her back hitting the covers of her bed, her head craned upwards to keep eye contact with her stud son/lover. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thighs together a couple of times, before spreading her legs, her dainty feet rising high in the air, presenting her most treasured possession, her burning, dripping womanhood, to her horny son. Beads of girlcum shined on the engorged, dark green lips, the small pearl of flesh of her clitoris peeking from under it's hood, needy for attention. A short tug on her leaking nipples, and her hands crawled down to her pussylips, spreading them even more, liquid arousal pooling under her, her entrance squeezing and relaxing around nothing. Greedy. Hungry. That was good. That was RIGHT. Forget noble titles, forget claims of lands and reigns. Forget gold and jewels, court etiquette, and balls with other noble families. What every goblin woman always wanted was to be on her back with her legs spread, moaning like a mindless cow, with a cunt full of cum and a womb full of babies. And in a few minutes, she would be. She could almost feel her thoughts slowly slipping away, becoming simpler and needy while she peeked at Kor, the young goblin licking his lips, staring at the fleshy treasure before him. Her mouth twisted in a small grin "No need for you to return the favor, dear. Maybe later." Her index finger idly stroked the bundle of nerves atop her pussy, needy for more stimuli. "For now, I just need you inside me, once again, before it's too late." She rolled her hips for emphasis, the hilarious feeling returning inside her head. She was about to be fucked, and bred, like the good slut she was! "Return in the womb you came from, and leave a piece of you there. You earned it. Give...Give it to me. Give me a beautiful baby. Knock me up, Love." She was delirious, tongue lolling out of her mouth, pupils reduced to pinpoints in a sea of green. "I can feel myself slipping away... Hurry, Kor, Fuck me! Breed your Princess-Whore of a mother! Hurry! Hurry!" There was no way he could refuse that kind of invitation. A soft sound, when his shirt hit the floor, and another as pants and underwear followed it, and he surged forward, embracing his mother, green skin on green skin. Ser Knight was no giant, but as a human towered over the average goblin none the less. Kor was just the right height and shape, hands grabbing her breasts gently, chin slotting in the nape of her neck, his hard cock nestled against her bush. "Come on, come on..." Her right hand groped blindly, and her grin got even bigger when she found her son's erection, grasping it firmly. She jerked it softly, rubbing the hard flesh against her clit, covering it in her juice and lining it up with her core. "Push, baby." The Princess mewled softly, her sharp teeth grazing Kor's ear, making him shiver. A shaky breath, before thrusting inside the same tight, slick channel he came from twelve years before. Mei moaned loudly, immensely grateful for the soundproofed chamber. A necessity, really, when housing a goblin under the clutches of a lifelong breeding frenzy. Arching her spine, she wrapped her legs behind her lover's back, tightening their embrace, pushing her son deeper and deeper inside herself. The goblin heir wasn't as big as his father, but he still had some growing to do, and what was missing in size, he made up with eagerness. And speed. And determination to make his mother pregnant, judging by his grunts. The Princess laughed a happy laugh, thightening her hug around her son, smothering him between her huge breasts, squishing her cheek against his hair as he pummeled her into the mattress, grinning from ear to ear. To be fucked once again, after way too long, to feel her young, powerful son rutting inside her. Just the feeling of Kor's full balls slapping against her perineum was enough to send her over the edge, her juices flowing freely, drencing their legs and the sheets under them. When she came back from the climax, her son was pumping away with ruthless abandon, like nothing has happened "Oh, Kor.It feels good, doesn't it? Sliding inside mommy?" The young man answered between moans "Gods, mom, it feels amazing! It's incredible!" "And it's all yours, Kor. Until your father come back, you are the man of the house, and the main job of the man of the house..." She grinned again, flexing her pussy muscles to heigthen the grip on his cock "...is to keep his woman well fucked and bred." And he was just about to do that, his shaft throbbing with rising pleasure. If not for the lovin blowjob he received earlier, he would have come long ago. And he suspected his mother was expert enough in the art of breeding to have known that before they started. "I'm gonna do it, mom! I feel it, I'm going to cum soon!" The young father-brother to be licked his lips, before wrapping his mouth around one of his mother's pebbly nipples, sucking on it until the flavour of her milk mixed with that of her skin and sweat. "Deep inside me, that's where your seed belong, Kor. Make me a mommy and a grandma at the same time!" Another time, the Princess' dirty talk would have left him shocked and scandalized. Now, her words made him tingle all over, prompting him to pump faster, the loud, wet sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the vast, dimly lit chambers. Kor has seen his mother with a round belly for most of his life, and was no stranger to seeing her waddle around the tower, singing softly while doing chores, barefooted and with her hair in cute pigtails. But as he imagined the Goblin Princess pregnant once again, filled with life and radiating love and beauty like only pregnant women do, he felt a surge of pride. Pride in knowing that his mother would give birth to his babies, that his seed, not that of his father, made her swell. His thrusts deepened. "Mom, I'm coming! I'm knocking you up! I love it! I love it! I LOVE YOU!" "I love you, too! I love you inside me! Yes, give it all to me! Deeper, deeper! Fill my womb with your babies!" Mei squeezed her son closer as their orgasms wrecked them, his cum exploding deep inside her cunt, painting the walls of her fertile womb in white, lots of little tadpoles looking for her egg, and laying siege to it. Outnumbered three hundred millions to one, the poor egg could only surrender, and was fertilized in the blink of an eye, a new life created by the incestuous mating. Sweaty and tired and utterly satisfied, the Goblin Princess pressed a small kiss on her son's equally sweaty forehead, a small smile dancing on her lips. "I love you, baby. Thanks for helping me." She laid there, her lover in her arms and slowly deflating inside her, both trying, and failing, to catch their breath. Five minutes later, she was just starting to get the feelings back in her legs, when her stomach growled loudly. "Mmh. I have another favour to ask you, Kor..." Her toothy grin was playful, as she stroked her belly, happy that it wouldn't be flat for long. Kor's response was eager "Yes, sure! Anything" "I want... Pickles. And chocolate ice cream." The young man smiled. Mei's pregnancy cravings were legendary, in the Goblin Household. He still remembered the panic three years before, when a certain goblin noble, her belly so hugely rounded with triplets she was barely able to move, kept asking for deep fried spaghetti. At three in the morning. "I'll be right back, Mom." "You are too kind" She kissed his cheek, stroking the other one. "I told you you'd be a great father". Leaving her mother to relish her newly impregnated belly, Kor threw his clothes on and made his way to the kitchen, too giddy and absentminded to notice the small puddle of clean liquid just outside Mei's chambers, nor the door of his sister's room closing at the end of the hallway.  It was on the following morning, during breakfast, that they got the letter, a small piece of parchment strapped to the leg of a fat pidgeon "Mei, my green-skinned beauty," it read "I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the party for our latest daughter. I got stuck inside Slime Princess, and by the time I was able to free myself, it was already too late. I'll make it up to you as soon as I'm able to come back." Cold and hard as his armor, but then again, Ser Knight was famous for his outward cold appearance. She knew better. The second part of the letter was adressed to their son, as usual. "Kor, I don't know how long I will be guarding the Slime Princess..." There was a smudge of ink covering what looked souspiciously like 'and our children', but he went on "Until then, you'll have to cover for me. You are old enough to be called a man, I expect you to act accordingly." "And breed your mother every time she needs it." came the whisper from behind him, right next to his ear. Of course his mom was reading over his shoulder, and felt the need to add her own thoughts to the letter. "Mom! Don't do that, it's really rude!" Still, he couldn't help the smile on his face, even as he looked at his sibilings, afraid someone could have heard them. Of course, he would warm the Princess' bed every time she needed it, and scramble her eggs too. Mei just kissed his cheek, before unloading a cartload of fresh pancakes on his plate. "Shush, you love it. Eat your breakfast and go put on your work clothes, I'll need your help in the garden." He nodded, before shoveling a forkful of delicious fluffines in his mouth. He was going to need the calories. Just as he was about to leave the room to get changed, his twin sister piped up. "Kor, when you are done planting seeds with mom, could you come to my room? I need your help with something." "Uh... sure, no prob." That was new. His sister made it a point to never ask for anything, ever. What could she possibly need from him?

Chapter 1 - Three Headed Fun

Bored. She was bored. It's been so long since the last time she felt that particular emotion, that she almost forgot it's name. Still, there she was, right at the peak of her heat cycle, draped on her bed, the only piece of forniture in the whole camp big enough to hold her colossal body, playing idly with one of her plate-sized, inverted nipples. Her Chief-Husband was off somewhere in the vast plains, playing commander with his little Legion soldier. After asking for permission from her, of course. And, while she was starting to regret that decision, she could agree that her boy-toys needed some distractions every once in a while.  Nyeele growled softly, before sitting up, the titanic mass of her round belly and plump breasts shifting and starting a series of groans all around her. Her Beta-Husbands were strewn around her, each and every one of them asleep and very, very sore. The closest one, a young, virile Lapine, whimpered softly. So much for breeding her like she needed. Her Uber-fertile, needy multi-womb needed a lot of sperm to work it's magic, and that quota was most definitely not met, much to her frustration. But with Mayiigh and his sturdy babymaker so distant from her aching womb, she had to do with her... softer husbands.  How the 7-feet-tall, grey-skinned ogre currently nursing an ice pack over his groin could be called soft eluded her, but that was not the point. Finally she stood up and stretched, arching her back, yawning soundy. Almost ten feet of towering, supple flesh covered in soft, downy golden fur, the Tauren chieftainess was truly a sight to behold, her cat-like muzzle relaxing back in a toothy grin as she strode to the door of her wooden hut. Just as said door was thrown open by a very familiar minotaur, with a torn vest and ruffled up fur. "Nyeele! I need your help, we...!" "Ah, Husband! Lucky me, no time spent in looking for you." The Minocow interrupted her Alpha-husband, and couple steps were more than enough to reach him, before lowering both her hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly. The muscular, buff commander of the Imperial Legion looked like a child before her.  "In dire need of you, I am. Other, puny husbands were... disappointing." Smiling, she lowered her head, playfully nipping at his right ear. "I need breeding, Husband..." She whispered, her voice low and needy. "I need filling. I need babies." Given the closeness, he could certainly smell her heat, her need. Hear the possessive growl under her words. "I need you inside me." Mayiigh gulped hard. He faced Nyeele during one of her breeding frenzies in the past, and he felt torn between arousal and good, old-fashioned panic. And Duty! That's why he was there, after all. "Wait, Nyeele, wait! We... We found something out there!" He took a step back, still inside Nyeele's reach but out of the "immediate danger" zone. Hopefully. "Something?" She tilted her head to the side, curious, the various golden hoops piercing her hears tinkling together, her innate curiosity replacing her hormone-induced lust, if only briefly. "What something? Show me, Husband!" "What...is...that?" The Tauren stood before the huge creature, roaring and bleating at the legionnaires who were struggling to keep it still, various rounds of rope around it's necks and front paws. "It's a Chimera. We found it during our sweep of the borders." Nyeele licked her lips, studying the twelve feet long, two-headed creature. The tan, leonine head was emormous, pointy teeth and feral eyes, it's muzzle still reddened by blood. The white, caprine one was more streamlined, but equally big, both mounted on a red furred body not unlike that of a lion, if not for the long, scaled, lizardy tail, tipped with a snake-like rattle. And definitely male, judging the pair of huge, fuzzy balls that hung between it's hindlegs, right behind a furry sheat big enough to cover at least two feet of delicious cub-making cock. Just what she needed! "Husband! Early, my Nameday has come!" The Chieftainess grinned once again, her heat returning in full bloom. Her right hand dived bewteen her thights, stroking the engorged, slimy lips of her cunt, a needy moan escaping her lips. Her nipples stood to attention, fist-sized pearls of aroused flesh. "Stand back, Husband. Could be dangerous." "What? No,it's safe, we tied it up pretty tightly..." He was silenced by a finger put to his muzzle.  A drenched, heady smelling finger. "Danger from me, not him." Still grinning, she pressed a small, surprisingly soft kiss on Mayiigh's brow, before approaching the Chimera. The two-headed beast stopped growling, eyeing the Tauren as she approached. She smelled good. She smelled female and hot and ready, and before he even knew it, she was sinking her hands in his mane, petting him like a cat. "Good boy, aren't you? Good boys get reward, mh?" The Lion head purred softly, the previous rage forgotten...for now. Meanwhile, the Chimera's goat head sniffed at her intently, poking her vast thights with it's nose, before diving between them, stroking her overheated muff. "Mmh..." She moaned. "Straight to point. I like it." Nyeele lowered herself, squatting on the ground and bringing the beast down with her, spreading her legs to expose her drooling cunt.  The Chimera lost no time before diving forward, his goat head sniffing, stroking and licking her folds, while Nyeele guided the lion head to her bosom, where the beast closed his mouth around one of her nipples, like an overgrown kitten, still purring. "Yes, yes. Mama got you. More, more!" She stroked both heads at the same time, reveling in the feeling of the goat's long tongue deep in her love canal, lapping at her juices like the proverbial man in the desert. Mayiigh took a few step back, leaving his wife to work on calming the beast like she did in the past with other threats to the camp, signaling his men to let go of the ropes and retreat, leaving the huge and plump Minocow space to work her magic. Some stayed near the scene, stiff bulges tenting their pants, eager to witness the mating between the aggressive, horny man-eating beast and the Chimera. Nyeele kept caressing the beast, shivering lightly as the goat's rough tongue worked wonders on her overheated pussy. A couple tugs from her hands were more than enough to detach the other head from her breast, pushing it upwards to shove her tongue in the lion's mouth. Her first coupling with a two-headed partner was only leaving her hungry for more.  While she was keeping the beast occupied, her free hand sneaked to the Chimera's undercarriage, lovingly stroking his fur while looking for something harder to grasp. And then, she realized that not only her birthday came early, but apparently Christmas too. A low, delighted moan escaped her mouth when she found not one, but two sturdy slabs of hard flesh protruding from the beast's sheat. They were built mostly like a dog's, more than a foot long, red and angry-looking, with nice girthy knots starting to bulge at the bases, drooling with heady, clear precum. The Tauren stroked one, then the other, more than eager to have those inside her. Preferably at the same time. "Come on, Big Boy, time for real fun!" She shoved the Chimera away briefly, just for the time needed for her to reposition herself on all fours, shaking her ginormous ass and presenting herself to her double-headed, double-cocked mate, who took a long whiff of her behind before surging forward to mount her, thrusting his hip forward in his mating frenzy, his front paws digging painlessy in the soft flesh of her shoulders. The horny Tauren laughed, before reaching backward to grasp one of the cocks, lining it up so the nex thrust forward would impale her nice and deep, and when it happened the strong push made her engorged nipples grind on the rough dirt under her, only adding to her pleasure. With her tongue lolling out of her mouth, she submitted to the relentless assault on her cunt, moaning loudly when the beast bottomed out against her cervix, sixteen inches deep inside her, the knotted cock fitted snugly against her puffy lips, the other one flopping against her asscheeks, lathering them in musky pre with every pump of the bleating, hissing beast's hips. "Fill me more! I want cubs! Many cubs inside my belly, yes! Yes!" Drooling freely, with her face pushed against the ground, she reached backward once again with both of her hands, spreading the lips of her fertile cunny, before guiding both the cocks to her entrance, preparing for the next push. And it was Glorious. Three howls rose to the sky as the three-headed assembly roared in pleasure, Nyeele finally finding some satisfaction since the start of her heat cycle, feeling her walls stretching around the twin cocks deep inside her. She was no virgin, of course, and no stranger to double penetration, but her usual lovers weren't as vigorous as the beast railing her cunt like his life depended on it. And she loved it.  The mating was starting to get messy, Nyeele couldn't (and wouldn't) stop her moans nor the wet, squelching sound of hard flesh on soft meat, her love juices dribbling down her furry thights and pooling between her spread knees, still nailed to the ground. And if that wasn't enough, most of the legionnaires originally tasked with keeping the Chimera at bay had freed their cocks, jerking off while still at a safe distance from the three-headed-beast-with-two-backs. The Tauren could feel her bestial partner's dual penises swell, edging close to a glorious climax, and she wanted every last drop inside her fertile womb. Planting her hands firmly on the ground, she started pushing back against every stroke, her eyes rolling back inside their sockets, pleasure literally blinding her. She was made of stern stuff, and her welcoming pussy was used to battering-ram sized cocks, but she still screamed like a virgin during her wedding night when the twin knots of her lover slotted inside her during one of the strokes, quickly inflating to seal her cunt, tying the slutty kitty-moo bitch to her stud. "Yes! Fill me, you beast! Knock me up! Knock me up!" Her roar reached the heavens, probably scaring some angels to death too, as she thrust back one last time before the Chimera exploded inside her, delivering gallon after gallon of steamy, strong cum directly to her cervix. Her orgasming cunt milked the cocks for all they were worth, her muscles tightening in a vice-like grip. The pressure alone opened up her womb, the potent cream flooding inside, painting her baby-maker's wall in white. The beast purred and growled, hips still twitching as he pumped the Tauren full of his cubs, her belly already inflated by the monstrous amount of spunk inside it. Even with her plump and soft belly, it was still noticeable, a testament to the beast's manliness. Nyeele's trembling limbs finally betrayed her and she dropped to the ground, stifling a whimper as the Chimera tugged on her abused pussy, freeing his dicks with a sharp pull.  As Nyeele rolled on her back, the beast sniffed briefly at her pubes, before taking off, fleeing the scene like Satan herself was at his heels, unmanned ropes trailing behind. None of the soldier tried to stop him, too occupied with a very important task: Getting closer to the downed Tauren, still stroking their cocks, to give the beast-fucker a well deserved cum-bath. Panting heavily, both filled and covered with cum, Nyeele licked her stained lips, before grinning to the clear sky over her, a single phrase stuck in her mind. "Worth it." Epilogue - Two Years Later... Nyeele moaned loudly, draped on her bed, head rolled backward. Her son was suckling at her nipples, each of his mouths wrapped around a turgid and aroused pearl of flesh. Already standing at five feet tall, the young Tauren-chimera hybrid was growing surprisingly fast and steadily on a strict diet of his mother's milk. He shared his mother's body type, bipedal and musclebound, and his father's mane, twin heads...and twin cocks. Cocks safely nested inside the welcoming valley between his mother's breasts as he straddled her chest, the makeshift tunnel slickened by his precum, his hips moving slowly in long, delicious strokes. "I love you, Mommy..." "Mommy loves you too, baby. Let mommy show you how much..." A loving smile, before craning her neck down, her long tongue looking for something hard and salty... Just what she needed.

Chapter 2 - Bullet Points

While it was true that Kim Possible was known to think with her womb most of the time, she was far from stupid. She knew very well that her attraction for her mother was wrong, not to mention illegal. She knew, and didn't care. Her first fantasy, now a couple weeks in the past, was just the spark that kindled the raging inferno of lust inside her. Her mother rapidly replaced every one of her fantasy lovers one after the other, to the point that the young redhead, in a bout of lust frenzy, bought a big, red dildo the same size as Ann's cock. And paid for express delivery. That same toy was buried inside her, as the young heroine mewled softly. "Oh, mommy..." She writhed under her silk sheets, her left hand pinching one of her nipples, her right one busy pumping the red toy inside her cunt until the tip knocked against her cervix. As the current protagonist of her fantasies was taking a double shift at the hospital, the young red-headed slut could be as loud as she wanted, without fear of discovery...and the very, very awkward conversation that would surely follow. "Yes, yes mommy! Fuck me hard!" She bit her lip, arching her back as the toy hit that spot deep inside her that turned her bones to jelly. "More, more!"  With a sudden spark of inspiration, Kim turned in her bed, her knees digging in the mattress, propping her round, freckled ass up in the air, her pussy still deliciously stretched around the red plastic rod. With a loud moan, she spanked herself, biting into her pillow, her cheeks reddening after each blow. Her mother had nicknamed her "Bubble-Butt" when she was a child, and as everything else, that little detail was twisted into another devious fantasy by Kim. Her left hand went to the dildo, to shove it even deeper inside her, the wet sound of her overstuffed cunt intermixed with the loud slaps.  Finally shoving herself over the edge, Kim came loudly, squirting around her favourite toy, as she imagined her mother calling her all sort of nasty names. It was dirty, disgustingly naughty, and ultimately, disappointing.  The rigid, plastic toy couldn't give her what she really craved for. Their breasts squashing together, pubic hair grinding against each other, her mother's boiling hot seed deep inside her belly. She grunted as the red phallus came out of her aching pussy, her hand slowly massaging her lower belly. Was she really going do it? Was she really going to seduce her mother, coax her into committing dirty, delicious incest with her? She already knew the answer. And with her father on the other side of the planet, she had all the time she needed. ---------------------- Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional. That part was easy. None of the articles of clothing inside Kim's wardrobe could be called "Conservative". She even owned some skirts that were narrower than the average belt. Still, the thrill of flaunting herself in front of her own mother was wildly intoxicating. Having eavesdropped on Ann in the bathroom, Kim knew her mother was greatly frustrated by her husband's absence, and resorted to masturbation quite often. Like mother, like daughter indeed. She just had to wait for the right moment, and she found it after a couple days. Finally home after a long shift, Ann Possible was relaxing on the couch, her naked feet propped up, finally able to breathe after being confined into high-heeled shoes for the whole morning. A nice glass of iced tea, her favourite medical journal, she was a queen in her own home. That is, until her daughter sauntered up to her, wearing the skimpiest clothings the doctor ever saw. A white, sleeveless shirt, tied with a knot under her obviously bra-less, shapely breasts, that exposed a good deal of cleavage, toned midriff and a cute belly button, paired with a tartan shirt that reached just under her buttocks and knee-high socks. Ann had to stifle a cough as she watched her daughter approach, looking like she just came out of a porn movie featuring a naughty cheerleader. Only this time, instead of the usual greasy, middle-aged, slightly overweight man partnered up with the lithe, half-dressed slut, there was a fit, good looking, transsexual woman... who was also, incidentally, said slut's mother. "Hey mommy!" Kim smiled, watching with glee as her mother's cheeks reddened from her sudden display of young, nubile flesh."Have you seen my Gilmore Girls DVD set?" "I..." She had to cough, to steady her voice and clear the lump that formed in her throat. "I think it's in the cabinet under the tv." A deep breath, before addressing the issue before her. "Kim... What are you wearing? That's hardly an appropriate attire!" And it was making her look at her daughter in a way not befitting of a mother. While Ann knew the woman in front of her was her daughter, her overdrive-prone hormones didn't. Or simply didn't care. She could feel her length stirring, wanting to say 'hi' to Kim in it's own way. "Oh, I put my clothes in the laundry before realizing I didn't have anything else to wear." The young cheerleader shrugged, her hands going to the knot under her chest, tightening it and pushing up her breasts. Ann had the sudden need to spill her iced tea on her lap, to cool herself. For the moment, she resorted to crossing her slim legs, concealing her totally inappropriate erection from her daughter. "I...see. As long as you don't go outside like that. Your father would strongly disapprove." She nodded, before adding "And me too, of course!" "Oh, don't worry, mommy! I wont." Kim smiled, before turning to address the cabinet. Indeed, she wanted to put up a show for her mother, and her mother alone. "Let's see...DVD, DVD..." Knowing that her mother's eye were still on her, she bowed forward, bending at the waist to open the cabinet. And, just as planned, the motion made her skirt ride up her back right under Ann's unblinking gaze, exposing her bare, freckled ass-cheeks and the naked, puffy lips of her cunt to her own mother. The naughty cheerleader smiled as she heard her mother's breath hitch in her throat, and made sure to sway her hips a bit to the sides. Years of swinging pom poms around taught her how to show off her goods... She just never thought she would have to use that knowledge on her hot, gorgeous mother. Ann, on the other hand, couldn't believe her eyes. She felt like she was turned to stone, her fingers gripping her glass with enough force to turn white, her gaze fixed on Kim's naked crotch. While her throat was suddenly parched, she couldn't muster the strength to lift the container to her lips. As the saying goes, the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree, and in this particular case it plopped straight down. Ann Possible was a very sexual woman, with a libido easy to wake and very, very difficult to put to slumber. And with her husband away... "Ah! There it is!" Finally recovering the cardboard box from her well known position, the young cheerleader straightened her back, her now damp sex once again hidden behind her tartan skirt. Kim had to bite back a smirk as she looked at her flustered mother, and dared herself to saunter toward the red-faced redhead, stamping a kiss on a flaming cheek. "Thank you, mommy!" She left the living room with a spring in her step, leaving her mother with a slowly warming tea glass and a tent in her pencil skirt. That night, Ann's moans as she pleasured herself reached all the way to Kim's bedroom. ---------------------- Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional. Phase two: Get close and personal with mom. Trickier, but doable. She got the perfect opportunity a couple days later, after a particularly rough tussle with Shego that left her bruised and slightly sore...and, as far as her mother knew, with a sprained shoulder. A roll of bandages from her first aid kid and a makeshift slink helped sell her deception, counting on her mother being too upset about her little girl getting hurt to examine her thoroughly. And it worked pretty well. She just had to endure being pampered by her doting, drop-dead gorgeous mother, biding her time to strike. "Mommy... I would like to take a shower. Could you help me?" She asked, pouting at her mother while she sat on the other side of the kitchen table, after lunch, raising her good hand to her red mane. "My hair feels all gunky and stuffy."  "I don't think that's a good idea, Kim." Just the thought of being in the same room with her naked daughter had her squirming in her seat trying to fight down an erection, the image of Kim's naked pussy burned in her memory. As ashamed as she was to admit it, she had masturbated furiously at the thought of claiming her own daughter. Her thoughts distracted her enough to be unprepared when Kim's trademarked Puppy Dog Pout hit her square between the eyes, with her criminally adorable lips slightly trembling, head turned just right to maximize the effect. "Pleeease? It won't take long, I promise!" she fluttered her eyelashes at the older redhead, her pout turned to eleven. "I...don't... Oh, fine." Ann sighed, standing up and gesturing to the stairs. "You go get the hot water flowing, I'll come up in a minute." The youngest Possible broke all records for the up-the-stairs dash. The bathroom mirror was already steaming over when a gentle knock on the door roused Kim from her thoughts. "Kim? Can I come in?" came the gentle voice of her mother, from the other side of the door. "Yes!" Kim smiled, as her mother entered the room, waiting patiently for the older redhead. With her arm still out of business from her (fake) injury, she was only able to shimmy out of her shorts, her chest still covered by a thin, almost see-through top. "Here, let me help you..." As Ann approached her daughter, her movements went from wary to careful, not wanting to injure Kim further. She helped the younger redhead removing her tank top, and then her panties, trying to look everywhere but at Kim's body, and constantly finding herself failing. With the arm in the sling draped across her breasts, the young heroine stepped forward, inside the shower and under the hot water jet, humming contently. "Come on, mommy! You too!"  That was it. The moment when all Ann had to do was take a step backward. Instead, she found herself reaching for the buttons of her shirt. 'This... this isn't so bad' Ann found the corner of her mouth arching up, as she found herself with her hands entangled in Kim's hair. The younger redhead was sitting on a plastic stool, facing the wall with Ann behind her, and literally purring with pleasure as her mother lathered her mane, both women naked and dripping with warm water. "It feels good, Mommy..." Kim sighed, her shoulders relaxing, relishing in the closeness with her mother. "You've been calling me that a lot lately, Kim." The doctor mused, as she squeezed more shampoo in her hands before burying them once more in her daughter's mane. "Why's that?" "I don't know... I guess it makes me feel... naughty." Was Kim's answer, delivered with a sly smile as she raissed her eyes to her mother's dripping figure, who now sported a very bright pair of cheeks.  "N-Naughty?" "Yes. Here, I'll show you..." The young heroine rose from her seat, her free arm tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She cleared her throat, before smiling lovely at her mother, the sweet tone of her voice enough to make Ann's heart melt.  "I love you, Mom." "Awww, sweety. I love you too." With a smile of her own, Ann bent a little forward, pressing a small kiss on her daughter's forehead.  "Not naughty at all, I'd sa..." Before she could finish, Kim surged forward, molding their wet bodies together, pressing her chest against her mother's more bountiful one, her hard nipples biting against the older redhead's skin.  "Kim?" "How about this then?" The younger Possible bit her lip, her arm sneaking around Ann's shoulders, pulling her down just enough to plaifully close her teeth around the taller woman's earlobe, before speaking again, her voice dropping from sweet and loving to downright honeyed and sensual. "Can I suck your cock, Mommy?" Before Ann had a chance to answer, or even properly process the question, she felt herself being flung sideways, in a downward spiral that left her seated on the stool Kim had been occupying mere seconds before, with her spine against the shower wall and her legs slightly splayed. Also quite dizzy from the unknown martial arts move Kim had just used to relocate her. Shaking her head to refocus her vision, she was suddenly aware of quite a few things that made her heart race.  The cold tiles against her wet back, for instance. Or the fact that her daughter was kneeling in front of her, naked as the day she was born, numerous droplets sliding down her rosy and absolutely delicious-looking skin. The dark, ravenous fire burning deep in Kim's eyes as she looked at her, the subtle, not-so-subtle lick of her lips, the dainty, slim hand that was delicately, lovingly cupping her balls. As her traitorous cock was beginning to swell with blood, the older Possible finally got enough strenght to speak again.  "Kim, what do you think... ugh!" Well, almost. Not one to lose a good opportunity, Kim had just shifted her grip to grasp Ann's penis right at the base, scooting forward on her knees to position herself right between her mother's slender legs. "I know you want me, Mommy. You want me as bad as I want you. I know it's wrong, but..." She shrugged, the movement moving her hand upward on her mother's dick, now standing at full attention, pulling a soft moan from Ann's throat.  "I don't care." She licked her lips again, looking at her mother's face with all the care, love, and lust a slutty young woman could feel for her transgender mother. Quite a lot of it, as it would seem. Clearing her throat once again, Ann spoke up, lowering her gaze, wich, while removing her daughter's lusty gaze from her field of vision, had the drawback of putting her penis, and Kim's hand caressing it, right in the center of her attention. "Kim. Kim, we...We can't. You can't. It..." "It feels good, doesn't it? I must admit, I'm not used to real, flesh ones" The young heroine lowered her head, drinking in the sight of her mother's big, amazing cock from quite a short range. A short stroke, before releasing the organ, her index finger tracing the underside right to the tip, where a drop of clear, viscous fluid was already collecting. A small pause to spread the pre on the mushroom-shaped head, before continuing upwards, dodging Ann's navel, tickling flesh-covered muscles, before cupping a full, heavy breast, the rosy point capping it hard enough to cut glass. Unable to resist, Kim bent forward, capturing the peak in her mouth, biting it softly, giggling as her mother breath caught in her throat, her back arching, pressing her breasts against Kim's face. smiling naughtily, Kim backed a bit, still sucking gently on Ann's nipple, until the mound snapped back with a *pop*. "If you want me to stop, Mommy, You just have to say it." She smiled, her hand moving to cup her mother's chin, linking their gazes once again. The Heroine rose a bit on her knees to press a small, chaste kiss on Ann's lip. "Just say 'Enough, Kim. Go to your room", and I will go." Her hand coontinued her travel, cupping Ann's cheek, as the older redhead shifted her gaze away from her daughter, biting her lower lip. "That's not what you want to say, right, Mommy?" Light as a feather, the hand made her way back down her mother's body, tracing the path of the droplets, circling the other, neglected nipple, before nesting itself on the well groomed, rhombus-shaped patch of red hair that decorated Ann's pubis. Ann could only shake her head in defeat, her eyes closed, tightened, in the vain hope of distancing herself. Of gaining the upper hand. Of resisting. With her fingers whitening around the edge of the stool, her heart beating rapidly, and her cock pulsing, the last thing Ann wanted was for Kim to leave her side. And, as if the torture wasn't unbearable enough, she once again felt the rim of Kim's teeth closing around her sensitive, sensitive earlobe. "What do you want to say, Mommy? You can tell me and I will do it, I won't get angry..." She teased, biting again and then soothing the spot with a swift lick of her tongue, before nuzzling against Ann's neck. "What do you want me to do, Mommy?" A few, shallow breaths were her answer, followed by a whimper as her fingers wrapped once again around her mother's penis. "What..." Stroke "Do you want me..." Stroke, stroke. "To doooo?" Finally, Ann found her voice back. "Kim, I want..." "Yeees?" "Oh, Kim, please..." another whimper, as a big dollop of lubricant went running down her dick. "Please, suck my cock..." "Yes, Mommy!" ---------------------- Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional. Phase two: Get close and personal with mom. Phase three: Get close and personal with mom's dick. Finally, with her mother's explicit permission, the younger, feisty redhead settled properly between her mother's legs, her deft hand making way for her mouth. The first contact of her soft lips with the tip of Ann's penis left both Possibles with jelly legs and loud heartbeats.  "It's warm..." Kim smiled, her tongue peeking from between her lips to give the flesh a tentative, exploratory lick. "Tastes good, too..." One lick became two, three... each met by a moan from the older redhead. A real dick was definitely different from the toys she usually used in this kind of encounters, but the real deal was far, far better. And it was attached to a woman that loved her dearly, and wich hands found them once again in her mane of red hair, spurring her to start her ministrations again, taking the spongy head of Ann's cock in her warm, wet mouth. It seemed like her mother's dick was also bigger, almost filling her mouth to the brim with just the tip. "Oh, Kimmie-cub... It feels so good..." The only answer she received from her daughter was a low purr that resonated pleasurably through her cock, making her jerk her hips forward and burying herself deeper in Kim's mouth. "You feel so good..." A shiver ran down her spine "Sucking my dick, my daughter is sucking my dick!" Gone was the shame, disappeared as if by magic and replaced with a plus-sized serving of taboo lust. And no being in the universe could keep being shy with such a gorgeous red-headed beauty sucking on such a delicate part of their anatomy. From her part, Kim was finally finding a use for her freediving training, continuing to lavish her mother's penis without coming up for breath, her tongue lathering the underside with love. And quite a lot of saliva. It took her quite a bit of effort, and determination, but finally she felt her nose making contact with a patch of red hair, the full, warm weight of Ann's balls against her chin. She held the position for as long as she was able, before finally, begrudgingly having to come back up to take a few, deep breaths. "I love, you, Mommy." She panted, adoringly. "I love how your cock feels inside my mouth." Smiling, she bestowed a couple of kisses to the stiff organ, covered in her drool. "I'm such a slut... I've never been this wet before." Her hand went to her up until then untouched pussy, fingers diving in the wet cavern, emerging mere seconds later covered in her juices. Fingers that were raised, offered to her mother. In the heat of the moment, Ann accepted them eagerly, finally tasting her daughter's flavour. "I love you too, Kimmie-cub. And you taste amazing, too." She smiled, her hands cupping both of her daughter's red cheeks, squishing them slightly. "And... Mommy doesn't care if you're a slut." She blushed, only slightly, as the words left her lips.  The younger redhead could only smile at her mother's kind words, and the only way she could think of thanking her mother was to dip her head forward once again, returning Ann's cock to it's rightful place inside her mouth. At least until she could find a better accomodation for it, deep inside her cunt. "Oh, Kim, I'm gonna... Im gonna cum..." Ann moaned, her spine arching, her hands rising up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Mommy's gonna cum in your slutty mouth, Kimmie-cub!" Finally, after days of teasing, denial and pent-up lust, everything was brought down as Ann reached her climax inside her daughter's mouth, shooting rope after rope of white, potent sperm down her throat. And Kim accepted it all, swallowing every single drop her mother had to offer. So new was the sensation, so good, so wrong, so forbidden, that the mere act was enough to send her over the edge too, her neglected, shaved clean pussy squirting in long, wet bursts. When her mother's load was finally spent, the young heroine licked her lips, recovering the last scraps of her tasty, tasty lunch, before rising to her feet before her mother's eyes, tired from the ordeal. A quick peck on Ann's lips, just enough for the older Possible to taste herself on her daughter, before withdrawing. "Thank you, Mommy. For...Everything." A smile, soft and sweet, while she left the shower on wobbly legs, her arm reaching for her bathrobe. Club Banana, of course. "I feel better already. If you want to talk, or... do other things, I'll be waiting for you... In my bed" A playful wink, a blown kiss, and she left the bathroom, leaving her mother panting on the stool, water still drizzling down her back. And with a promise. Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional. Phase two: Get close and personal with mom. Phase three: Get close and personal with mom's dick. Phase four: Wait. ---------------------- I'm not dead. I'm really sorry for the wait, in this last year I had to first change job, then got transferred to another structure... I hope this chapter will be enough as an apology. Thanks for sticking with me, faithful readers! I will do all I can to make sure chapter 3 won't take a year to be written. Thank you.

Chapter 0 - The Odds of Getting Struck By Lightning

Author's Note: ... are 1 in 3,000. Unrelated, there's very little smut in this first chapter, save a paragraph toward the end. Skip to chapter two if you're looking for the action! It had been a pretty impressive burger, he would admit that. Sam had just been trying to decide whether or not it had been worth the eleven dollars he had paid for it or if it had been simply overpriced convention food when the first of the rain started falling. Bad luck, probably; there hadn’t been any rain in the forecast for the weekend, but it was hardly the first time the weather man had gotten it wrong. In fact, he wouldn’t really have minded it except that there seemed to have been almost no forethought when the convention had been planning the layout of the food vendors outside, so while getting to the burger truck he had purchased his dinner from had been pretty easy, the maze of stalls and convention-goers that now obstructed his return trip to the hotel was a nightmare. Still, it wasn’t much of an issue, or at least he hadn’t thought it would be. Sam had prepared for GraphiCon with an almost obsessive thoroughness, and he tugged the hood of his coat over his shaggy black hair to protect it from the rain. He had been planning this weekend for months, packing and repacking his suitcase, making sure he could get the time off work, preparing an exhaustive budget for it along with plenty of extra money for souvenirs and trinkets, and he wasn’t about to let an evening shower ruin his time at one of the biggest media conventions in the country. Already he’d bought a trio of limited edition Batman figurines, and he’d even managed to get a shirt autographed by— The flash of lightning was blinding as it arced across the sky, and the curse that ripped itself from Sam’s mouth was from his surprise as much as the pain in his eyes. He lurched to the side, going for the nearest cover he could find, which turned out to be a maple tree that towered over a carefully-manicured patch of grass a stone’s throw away from the food vendors. It wasn’t much, but in his mind, it was definitely better than the cluster of steel trucks and aluminum tent poles that made up the stalls and were certainly directing the chorus of a siren’s song that was likely prepared to call down every lightning strike for miles in any direction. Sam leaned against the tree, watching the rain come down on the bustling stalls for a few minutes and flinching at the brilliant red-orange electricity that burned its way through the clouds above. It was beautiful, he thought, at least in that way extremely dangerous things that were entirely out of your control could be beautiful. He was so focused on the light show nature was putting on, in fact, that he didn’t even notice the lithe figure barreling through the night until it slammed into him. The figure was powerful, too—had to be, in order to knock Sam’s not-inconsiderable frame back into the tree trunk behind him. “Shit, man, are you okay?” The voice was female and confident and… somehow familiar. Sam looked up from where he’d braced himself against the tree, taking in a woman in a stylish black coat and blonde hair plastered to her face by the rain. She carried herself with an easy grace, and it actually took him a moment to realize she was a couple of inches shorter him, though she seemed to make up for it with her presence. “Seriously, are you alright?” The woman asked again, waving a slender hand in front of his face. “Should I call someone over? I’m sure the con has medics…” “I’m okay,” Sam answered, steadying himself again. “You just caught me by surprise. Are you alright?” The woman snorted, shaking her hands out. “Takes more than that to set me off, don’t worry about that.” Sam shrugged, and the two fell into silence for a moment with nowhere obvious to take the conversation. “Oh, uh, I’m Sam, by the way,” Sam said, thrusting his hand out awkwardly. “Char— uh, Charlie,” she replied, cutting off in the middle of her own name in a way that made Sam cock his eyebrow as she shook his hand, but she kept talking before he could really question it. “So are you just like, a big fan of trees, or what?” “I’m sorry?” “Why are you hanging out under this tree?” “Oh, that,” Sam said with a laugh, reaching out to pat the bark of the massive maple for reassurance, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he recognized the woman in front of him. “No, I’m here for the convention, I’m just getting out of the rain. I’m sorry, do I know you? You look really familiar.” The woman’s eyebrows rose, and she shrugged, clear blue eyes dipping toward the plush grass beneath her feet. “Just one of those faces, I guess…” Then it hit him. His eyes widened as realization slammed into him with the force of a steel chair. How could he have been so blind? So many long years spent relaxing in front of the television, kicking back to watch some admittedly-exaggerated showman’s violence. First her father, then her—he had half a dozen t-shirts with her surname on them. “Holy shit, you’re—you’re Charlotte Flair!” “Hey, hey, keep it down, man,” Charlotte said, stepping forward as if to silence him herself. “Seriously, draw a crowd and I’ll deck you right here.” “I’m sorry, I just, holy crap,” Sam gushed, looking her over and kicking himself for not noticing it sooner. “I’m such a big fan, I’ve seen dozens of your matches, I even own Second Nature!” Charlotte laughed, sweeping her damp hair back off her face and shaking her head. “Relax, man, don’t nerd out on me or I’ll find another tree. Have you got a pen or something? I’ll sign your shirt or whatever.” Sam searched his pockets frantically, practically dumping their contents out on the ground, which drew another sound of amusement from the wrestler in front of him. He couldn’t help but feel his heart begin to sink as he realized he had left all of his real convention stuff up in his hotel room. Sam kicked himself internally—he’d heard dozens of stories of convention-goers heading out to buy mouthwash or whatever only to run into a famous voice actor or celebrity attending the event. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I do,” he replied after a couple long minutes of turning his clothes inside out, though whether he was apologizing to her or to himself he couldn’t tell. “No worries,” she said with a shrug. “Maybe next time, huh?” As she turned to walk away, Sam’s stomach dropped into a pit. Nobody would ever believe he had met her if he let her walk away now, but what else could he do? Sam sighed, gripping his smartphone as he leaned against the tree— “A picture!” Sam called out suddenly, though his voice was almost drowned out by a rumbling of thunder. “Could we maybe take a picture together?” Charlotte cocked a smile and shrugged. “You really are a fan, huh? Alright, man, but I look like crap, so if this ends up on the internet, the lawsuits will hit fast and hard.” As Sam prepared his phone for the picture, Charlotte did her best to make herself presentable, raking her fingers through her hair until it was less a damp mess and lying flat on her skull. Then Sam raised his arm, angling the camera to capture their smiles, and clicked the button. And then the world exploded. Sam’s vision whited out as his body went rigid, a sudden spasm of his muscles throwing him into Charlotte and tossing them both a couple of yards away. As he fell, time slowed down, and Sam felt a wave of force pass through him, like water through a sieve, and the whole universe seemed to shift from his perspective and he felt himself being torn apart and put back together again. A high pitched noise took up in his ears, sucking the sound from the rest of the world as every atom of his being seemed to be shoved and cajoled back into place. He felt fundamentally changed, not quite wrong but different, and nausea and disorientation washed over him in a dizzying embrace that made him want to vomit. He realized then that the keening he heard was a woman’s scream, and that it was coming from his mouth, and then he hit the ground.                                           ***   Sam saw the Light. No, wait. It was buzzing faintly. Lowercase L, then. “Oh, you’re awake,” an older woman’s voice said from somewhere off to the side. Sam managed to move his eyes far enough over to find a dark-skinned woman in her fifties checking the read-out on an EKG monitor. “I’ll page your doctor.” Sam heard the words, but failed to connect them with any real meaning. The woman wore light blue scrubs that swished faintly as she stepped over to a phone on the wall and made a quick call, presumably to his doctor. A hospital, then. “Excuse me,” Sam murmured, but what came out was mostly a scratchy noise like a growling cat. He raised a hand to bring it to his throat, but stopped short at the thin layer of gauze covering it. The nurse looked up as she set the phone back in its cradle, and raised her hand to stop him. “You’ll want to leave that on for now,” she explained, gently pressing his arm back down to his side. “The lightning strike left a pattern on your skin. It’ll go away after a couple of weeks, but the ointment will help it heal faster.” Lightning strike. That was what had happened to him. Right when he’d gone to take a picture with… “Charlotte Flair,” he said, and it came out more properly now, but his voice still sounded strange to him; maybe he had some sort of hearing damage? But the nurse just nodded. “Yes, we know who you are, Miss Flair, we found your ID in your pocket. We’re keeping the press outside until you feel ready to accept visitors.” Sam frowned, and tried to sit up, but as he glanced down at his body, he noticed something was very wrong. Two things, actually. Sam had tits. He tossed the cover off his body, eliciting a startled gasp from the nurse, but he barely noticed. Instead, he focused on the fact that though it was attached to his head, he was definitely looking down at a woman’s body. Two soft, full breasts rose up from his chest, looming over a stomach that he could tell was muscled and toned even through the gown they’d given him that flared out into gently curving hips. The lack of a bulge between the powerful thighs that extended out past the hem of the gown told him all he needed to know. Sam had, somehow, become a woman, and not just any woman: he’d swapped bodies with Charlotte Flair. He struggled to fight down the panic rising in his chest. How had this happened? Was it the lightning strike? And if so, did that mean that the real Charlotte was in his body? “Um, the man I was with when this happened,” Sam said to the nurse, working hard to keep a nervous edge out of his voice.  “Where is he? Is he hurt?” “Sam Gregory, right? He’s fine, no need to worry. He was put in the room right next door. He actually woke up this morning, I think he has a visitor right now.” Sam nodded, planning ahead in his mind. He worked through a mental checklist of his—Charlotte’s—body, flexing each of the muscle groups in turn. He was surprised to feel that he didn’t feel bad; in fact, outside of a little stiffness, he felt powerful, likely owed to the toned athleticism of this body. As the minutes dragged on, the nurse stepped out to see what was taking the attending physician so long, and Sam made his move. Quickly unclipping the EKG from his hand, Sam turned slowly until he could sit up. It was strange, moving in Charlotte’s body, requiring an unusual amount of focus to coordinate the muscles required, but he achieved it after a moment. Leaning on the IV stand beside his bed, Sam lurched to his feet and made his way over to the door that led into the hallway. The corridor outside was blessedly empty, and most of the nurses seemed gathered at a large station a few doors away. Doing his best to be quick and quiet in a body that he was unfamiliar with, Sam turned to the door beside his own and carefully pushed it open. It swung open soundlessly, and he leaned in. Inside, he could see his girlfriend, Whitney. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months, but were keeping things fairly casual, mostly hanging out together and having pretty regular sex. It was this last that came to his mind, the memory of long nights intertwined in each other’s arms, because there she was on the hospital bed with his body. And she wasn’t just laying beside him, either. Whitney had one leg cocked up and over his hip, her dress bunched around her pale hips, and Sam was treated to the truly bizarre sensation of watching somebody else fuck his girlfriend using his body. She groaned softly, arms wrapped around his shoulders as their hips met with a soft clapping noise, rigid cock sliding easily into Whitney with deep, powerful strokes. It was too much. Sam stumbled backward, letting the door close behind him, and made his way back into his room. The doctor came in and asked a bevy of questions, explaining the treatment they’d given his new body after the lightning strike while he answered mechanically and thought hard. Right now, he needed to… what? Figure out what had happened? Make a plan? Do research on how to live his life as a man trapped in a woman’s body? A few minutes later, the doctor left, and Sam was alone with his thoughts. He wished he could just go home, but the doctor had explained it was best for him—her, Sam thought bitterly—to stay overnight, at least until they figured out whether the lightning had done any long-term damage to Charlotte’s lungs. At least he was clear for visitors now, though he had no idea what he would say to anyone coming to visit Charlotte Flair in the hospital. He couldn’t have planned for his first visitor, though, not even as the door opened. His jaw dropped, and his mind scrambled for words to say as he took in the stunning redhead in the doorway. It made sense, a voice in the back of his mind told him, since the two women were supposedly best friends. For standing in the doorway was Becky Lynch, with a relieved smile on her face. “Guess it’d take more than a little lightning to deal with you, huh?”

Chapter 1 - Discoveries

That was it. That was the moment the red-headed heroine lived for. The residual adrenaline still pumping in her veins after a successful, butt-kicking mission, the roar of the wind in her ears as she waited by the plane's hatch for the uniformed man to signal her. The feeling of weightlessness merely half a second after the soldier raised his thumb, diving in the sky-sea head first. The cheerful laughter as she pirouetted mid-air, steering toward the rapidly approaching shape of her house, sitting quietly in Middletown's suburbia.  The cheerleader-turned-heroine waited until the last moment before pulling the cord on her shoulder, opening the parachute and slowing her descent from terminal velocity to a gentle fall.  It took her just a few minutes to fold the parachute back into it's backpack, leaving it on the porch. There would be more than enough time to stash it back later. For now, she needed a bath, badly. And some nice personal time with her favourite shower head, come to think of it. Shego would call her later that evening, to gloat about how Kim failed to apprehend her and how she was able to escape at the last moment from the collapsing building, Kim would respond taunting her about being unable to complete her evil plan, and the discussion would eventually lead right into phone sex, with the redhead stroking herself through her satin panties while listening to the green-skinned villainess moaning on the other end of the line. But that was hours away, and she was horny NOW. As she absentmindedly entered her recently renovated bathroom, outfitted just last month with the best Jacuzzi available on the market, Kim Possible suddenly became aware of quite a lots of things: Her mother, Doctor Ann Possible, was inside her bathroom. Her mother was naked, sitting with her legs spread on the tub's edge, facing her. Her mother was masturbating, moaning softly with her eyes closed, stroking one of her nipples with her left hand and her penis with her right. Her...Wait, what? The young Possible took a step back, her head and back banging loudly against the door. Loud enough for her mother to stop molesting herself and look up, meeting her daughter's gaze. For long, long seconds, the only sound in the bathroom was the dripping of the water from Ann's hair, both redheads holding their breaths, staring right into each other's eyes, both blushing furiously, from the humid air, from embarrassment, from shame, and for one of them, from nearly released pent-up desire. Until Kim's gaze flickered downward, and the petrifying spell was broken.  "KIM!" "MOM!" Ann covered herself with her hands, her erection deflating rapidly, diving under the water to hide herself from her daughter, who was too busy covering her eyes with both her hands to even try to leave the bathroom, her brain sizzling as it tried to understand what it just saw. Her mother had a penis, and a fairly big one, even given her scarce experience in the matter. She was definitely bigger than Buzz, her own battery-powered boyfriend. Kim took a deep breath, shaking her head and cleaning her throat before speaking again, her voice croaking slightly. "Mom, what...?" "I'm sorry, Kim." Her mother interrupted, hugging herself under the soapy water. "I thought you would come home later... With James away for work, I thought... I clearly wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry." She was still blushing furiously, but rapidly finding her footing again. She had to be the mature one, as if her daughter didn't catch her jacking off like an horny teenager. "Could you... Go and brew some tea? I'll get dressed and we can talk about...this" The young heroine nodded, glad for the excuse to leave offered by her mother. "Sure, I'll go. I'll wait for you in the kitchen." And she was gone, faster than the wind. Busying herself in the kitchen, Kim had the chance to think for a bit, while the electric boiler did it's job. She raked every single memory with her mother. She had never seen her naked before, even when the older redhead helped her bathe when she was little. When they went to the beach, she always wore some kind of pareo or skirt.  While she had to learn how to cope with menstrual pains from a very young age, her mother breezed through the months like it was nothing. And how about that time she went to the bathroom right after Ann and found the toilet seat propped up? There were hints all over, she really had to be blind! Finally, her mother made her way into the kitchen, clad in a long sleeping gown, her red hair still damp. As she seated herself at the spacious table, she looked like she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole, which probably wasn’t that far fetched. “So…” Her voice trembled, and she had to clear her throat before continuing “I’m guessing you have a lot of question right now.” Kim could only nod, sitting down before her mother, setting a mug of steaming hot tea in front of her.  The young heroine took a long sip from her own mug, and sighed “Let’s start with the obvious point.” Her brow furrowed, as she searched the right words. “I’m guessing you’re not my real mother?”  “Well, no. Not in the real sense of the word.” She nodded, before surging forward, clasping her free hand around Kim’s as she saw the younger redhead’s eyes starting to cloud over. “Don’t worry, Kim. You are most definitely my daughter. I dare anyone to say otherwise! I just…didn’t give birth to you. I guess you could say that I am your...father.” “Oh.” Unconsciously, Kim squeezed Ann’s hand, deep in thought. “Then… Who is my mother?” The whole thing was too much to properly digest. She just wanted to take a freaking bath, and maybe have some fun with the shower head, damnit! Now her world was certainly being rocked about, but not in the fun, slightly sticky way she wanted! Ann took a deep breath, the last of a long series, before answering. “I really wish your father was here for this discussion.” She shook her head, slowly. Sadly, James was currently on the other side of the planet, at a tech conference in Bern, and unable to help with the problem “You see, when your father was born, his parent named him Janine, just like mine called me Andrew. We met at a trans support group in Uppertown, and started dating shortly after.”  Kim leaned on her elbows, feeling the room spinning a bit.  “So, My mother is my father… And my father is my mother?” That was a lot to digest. ‘This is SO the drama!’ She shook her head, gulping down another mouthful of tea, hoping it would calm her. Or at least keep her from fainting. “Pretty much. I’m sorry it took this long to admit. And that it had to happen this way. We wanted to tell you as soon as you were old enough, but… I guess your tendency to kick down doors took care of that.” Ann smiled, trying to lighten the mood, and her heart felt a ton lighter when Kim blushed brightly.  “Moooom!” The younger redhead bended forward, almost banging her forehead on the table. “I already want to disappear, you don’t have to remember me that.” She raised her gaze to her mother when she hear her chuckling. “What’s so funny?” “You called me ‘mom’. Nothing has to change.” Was the older red-head's answer. She took both of Kim’s hands between hers, her green eyes gazing into Kim’s teal ones. “We may not be the most traditional family, between me and James, and you going around saving the world. But we still love you dearly, Kim, I hope you can see that.” “I...I do. Thanks, mom.” Kim nodded, squeezing her mother’s hands, before standing up to clean the table. Once the mugs were washed and set to dry, she turned to the older redhead, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Can I… Can I have a hug?” Ann smiled sweetly, stepping forward and opening her arms. “Of course.” Kim wrapped her arms around her mother, exhaling softly. Her mother’s hugs were warm and soft, just like she remembered them.Their bodies slotted together like pieces of a puzzle, her shorter height making her breasts slot themselves under her mother’s, her nose nuzzling Ann’s neck. That was good. World-toppling revelation or not, nothing was going to change Except when it did. “Well, fuck.” Kim laid in her bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling of her room. There was something nabbing at the back of her brain, something that prevented her from sleeping. It had been a week since her fateful encounter with her mother and the resulting chat. Her father had come back from his conference, stayed just the necessary time to have another heartfelt talk with the young Possible, and left again for a research station somewhere in the artic. Her mother continued using her bathroom, and she learned to knock. Everything should be back to normal, yet she was, unable to close her eyes. There was...Something. An...Itch, deep inside her belly. She knew very well what it was. Kim possible, eighteen years old cheerleader, part-time heroine and renowned world saviour, knew she was a slut. She loved sex, loved the dirty, slightly sticky melding of flesh, the thrills of doing so in dangerous (or public) places. Her various bouts with Shego often ended in bed, under crumpled, green satin sheets. Her weekly visits to Monique always left her with wobbly legs and a satisfied smile. She had pulled a favour with a prison guard to organize a visit to Adrena-Lynn in jail, and what resulted was the best hate-sex she ever had. Finding her silky nightie to be excessively smothering, the young heroine almost ripped it from her body, shuddering as the cool night air teased her hardened nipples. As her hands started to wander, the redhead closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her fingers stroked the over-sensitive bundle of nerves perched atop her sex, before dipping into the warm, wet cavern below. "Mmmhyesss." In her mind's eye, her imaginary lover was always Shego, pale skin and a cascade of dark, luscious hair, pleasuring her with her fingers and tongue. This time, she realized with a shudder as her fingers hit just the right spot, it was different. So sick and wrong it left a churning in her stomach totally unrelated to arousal, but feeding it like a gallon of gasoline on a bonfire. She imagined a neatly trimmed rhombus of red pubic hair grinding against hers, the same she saw in the bathroom just days before, her lover's hair short, the same shade of her own instead of Shego's midnight black. Kim Possible bit her lower lip to smother her cries of pleasure, as the biggest, most wonderful climax of her young life wrecked her body...  As she imagined being impaled on her mother's cock. "Oh, boy..." Deep, ragged breaths, as her heated, sweaty body started to cool thanks to the cool night air. She lifted her offending hand to her face, playing with the clear liquid covering them for a couple of second, before her brain finally realized the scope of her actions. Eyes wide as plates found the ceiling once more. "This is SO...THE...DRAMA." [This is the first multi-chapter story I'm writing, it started as an idea and simply got too big to write and post it all in one go.  Kim Possible hungers for her mother's dick. What will she do? Tune in next time for a new chapter full of incestuous goodness ;)]

Chapter 1 - Start The Day Off Right (blowjob, deepthroat)

Devi strode into the room and kicked the door closed with her foot, letting it slam behind her so she could dump the grocery bags in her arms onto the coffee table. She’d been able to afford the essentials with her stipend, along with some snacks and such, which was really all she needed while on duty.  The room itself was well-appointed, at least in relation to the other stations she’d worked; there was a full refrigerator in one corner, much better than the beaten-up mini-fridge at her last posting, along with a black futon along one wall that was more comfortable than the bed in her apartment. There was a low wooden coffee table, too, that matched the futon, and a little TV on a cheap entertainment center. The room altogether was maybe ten-by-ten, about the size of her bedroom, which was a palace compared to the three-by-six stall she’d been in last time. Devi tossed what needed to be kept cool into the fridge and arranged the rest of it in the little cupboard beside it, then stripped down to her underwear. Her reflection in the small mirror on one wall caught her eye, and she drank in the sight of herself: rich dark skin, sapphire-blue hair, a body like particularly wide hourglass. She hefted her massive tits, each one the size of her head, jiggling wildly in her G-cup bra. A quick turn revealed most of her body to be of the same sexual excess, between her thick thighs and absurdly-full ass cheeks, each one wobbling obscenely with every step she took. The body mods the Relief Agency had given her had really only accentuated her natural shape, but she was thankful nonetheless for them, biting one of her plush lips and feeling her pussy moisten at the sight of herself.  A sudden chime from a speaker on one wall brought Devi out of her self-admiration, and a giddy thrill shot through her. Massive tits bouncing with each hopping step she took, the young woman hurried over to the wall and pressed a button in answer. A panel in the wall slid out of the way based on the choice the person on the other side made; this time, it revealed a simple hole in the wall about five inches across and lined with smooth nylon to avoid any scratching. The fellatio hole, then—a great way to start the day, Devi thought eagerly, dropping to her knees.  She didn’t need to wait long, either. A moment or two after the panel slid aside, a twelve-inch cock slid through the hole at exactly mouth height. Devi leaned back a bit, but it didn’t stop the fat cockhead from meeting the specially-designed flesh pillows that were her lips. She smiled, giving it a kiss and feeling slick precum dribble onto her lips, which she swiped up with her tongue, savoring the salty stickiness of it. Without further preamble, she took the tip into her mouth, relishing the blowjob to come.  “Would you mind being quick?” A woman’s voice came through the wall, sounding slightly strained. It was a breech of gloryhole protocol, since Devi now knew it was Sandra, the dark-skinned futanari in the apartment justbelow her own, but it didn’t matter much since everybody knew Devi was the Sex Relief Worker in their complex. “I actually have a lunch date in a bit, I’m just trying to blow off some steam so I’m not too worked up when I get there.”  Devi shrugged, since it wasn’t like she had anything better to do. And besides, if she really went to work, she figured she could drain Sandra’s balls in a minute flat. Lifting her chin and popping her neck, the young woman reached up to massage her throat a little, taking her time to prepare herself. She would give Sandra the vacuum deepthroat of her life, but she wouldn’t hurt herself doing it.  “Sorry, is this going to take a while—nnnghofuck!”  Without warning, Devi opened her mouth and sucked the futanari right down to the base, hilting the fat cock in the slick flesh of her throat. The textured meat of her gullet was second to none thanks to the mods the agency she worked for had given her, lined with soft folds that clung and hugged the dickmeat she was servicing. Nothing could beat skill, though, and she swallowed over and over, the muscles of her neck wringing the cock like a patented sex sleeve.  In moments her blowjob had reduced the futanari in her mouth to a quivering mess, her footlong breeding rod twitching madly in the improvised cocksleeve Devi had made of her throat. The futanari groaned madly, trying her best to thrust her hips and finding herself unable to, locked in place by Devi’s powerful suction. The Relief worker herself simply enjoyed the stimulation, every inch of Sandra’s fuckmeat grinding against small pleasure points that had been added to her modified throat to help her enjoy her job.  All told, the whole thing was over in about a minute, give or take a few seconds lost to the warm haze of oxygen deprivation that was settling over Devi’s mind. She’d been trained to deal with it, of course, still allowing her full control over her slightly elongated tongue as it swirled and stroked the futanari meat she was working, but it did add an extra layer of perverse pleasure to her service. She released a little, letting Sandra move her hips again. The futanari gave a powerful thrust, pumping into Devi’s throat once, twice… And then she popped, her cocktip gushing thick, hot semen right down the Relief worker’s gullet. Devi pouted as much as she could around twelve inches of stiff fuckmeat, wishing she’d been able to taste of the syrupy cum that was being dumped into her tummy, but it was more important that Sandra got her relief, so she let the futanari bury every inch down her throat again, swallowing dutifully. The movements of her specialized muscles wrung and coaxed every last drop out of the virile ball-juice out of the futanari, and when the flow finally lessened, Devi slowly drew it back out until the tip came out with a suckling pop!  “Th-that was… wow,” Sandra groaned, carefully withdrawing from the gloryhole and doing her jeans back up. “I am definitely coming to your next party.”  Devi giggled softly and replied, “Feel free to just come in, whenever you have the free time. I do even better at the right angle.”  With those parting words, she let the panel on the wall slide shut once more, concealing the relief station from the rest of the world. Another day, and another satisfied customer. Devi loved her job

Chapter 0 - Legend of the Mother of Armies

When the gentle Akrasan dawn came lapping at her feet, Elspeth Tirel found herself still awake, half sitting, half laying on the soft grass that covered the hills of Bant, the warm wind caressing her naked skin. The Planeswalker was naked fron the shoulders down, her only article of clothing the Jhessian silk scarf that covered her head and neck before flowing down her back, bearing all the Sigils she earned during her stay on the shard. She smiled, remembering all the heroic deeds and the lewd escapades she enjoyed during the years. She had one medal for every new life she birthed on the shard, and those were starting to get too many to count.  Just the thought of that sent a tingle down her spine, heat pooling in her painfully empty womb.  She learned years before that Harvata's blessing restored her flesh and skin after every pregnancy, her waist and belly returning to her slim silhouette mere days after labor, the thin stretch lines that lined her taut stomach the only evidence of her deeds. A slim hand started it's journey down her body, lightly stroking a milk-filled and dripping breast before dipping between her thights, resting against her nether lips, nesting in the silken hotness, her legs spreading on their own accord, exposing the curly patch of wheat-colored hair that barely covered her pussy. She gave birth to her last son, a healty minotaur calf she named Gorn, just a week before, and it looked like her hyperfertile womb was primed again, ready to accept a new life and swell and swell and swell, stretching her skin and making her feel whole again, big and beautiful and glowing like only pregnant women do. Her head swam in the memories of all the bestial mates she took inside her folds. Minotaurs and kavuses, wolves and centaurs, giant spiders and leotaus. And Fereydun.  With a gasp and a wet, slurping sound, she removed her hand from her aching cunt, biting her lower lip as her gaze shifted to her left, to the object that kept her awake all night, staring into nothingness. Her armor, the armor she wore when she left Castle Dawnmight after Knight General Rafiq rejected her, the armor she shed before offering her virginity to the mighty Fereydun, the colossal Leotau mount of said General. The armor that she left there, untouched for almost ten years while she roamed the shard fucking and breeding with every creature with a cock that catched her eye, the metal once shiny now opaque and rusted, the flowing tabard of jhessian silk covered in mold. She never missed it, favoring the heavyness of her own life-filled uterus over that of the cold, lifeless metal.Elspeth sighed, shaking her head. Harvata's blessing and her own Spark slowed her aging almost to a stop, and she didn't look a day over thirty. She had a nice life, with her stud mates and her children, living in the Bantian wilderness where man feared to thread, the wind in her hair, laying every night with her loved ones, belly full of meat and womb full of cum.  Then, the Slivers came.   ------------------------------- When the portal opened in the plains before Dawnmight, a shimmering void under the summer sun, it was regarded as a weird curiosity by the witnesses, until waves upon waves of single-clawed, scaled creatures started pouring from it, overwhelming the small detachment of soldiers sent to guard it, spreading towards the city and the villages nearby, killing and feeding and evolving without pause, driven by the total imperative etched into their hive minds: Propagate and Survive. For the first time in centuries, the huge silver horns mounted on the towers of the Castle were blown, the sound echoing through the shard calling to arms every soldier, conscript, and able bodied man and woman to defend the capital against the seemingly unstoppable invasion. The Call reached even the remote corner of Bant where the Broodmare, once Knight Errant, and her family were resting, and she had to make a choice, fast.  Knight-General Rafiq was, needless to say, on the first line, muscular body encased in sacred plates of armor, too many Sigils to count tinkling together at every swing of his sword. Seated high on Fereydun's armored back, they were a sight to behold, cutting a large wedge in the feral horde, the Knight murmuring prayers to the Asuras through clenched teeth and tight lips and the Mount roaring in defiance and snarling every time a Sliver managed to land a blow on him, wich happened more often as the battle progressed.The siege Rhinos were stomping and trampling, the flying avens raining spears and arrows on the invaders, kithkins and catfolks and even merpeoples and elves joining the fight to protect their homes and families. Still, they were slowly losing ground against the ever-evolving swarm. Even with the blessing of Jenara, the angelic Asura of War, there were simply too many.  Surrounded, dismounted, and wounded, Rafiq was nonetheless still standing, shouting prayers loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the skittering horde, protecting his mount from the grasping talons of his enemies. Fereydun laid wounded and unconscious near the Lord of the Many, large gashes lining his fur. Rafiq's armor was in similar conditions, some cuts deep enough to reach the tarnished muscles below. But he was still fighting, ready to die to protect his people, a spark of hope still shining in his chest.  Hope that almost died when he felt the ground starting to shake.  When the horde paused, chirping in confusion, he dared to look at the still open portal, half expecting to see some other tentacled monstrosity making it's way into reality, his brows furrowing when he saw nothing of the sort. But the ground kept shaking, the Slivers started retreating, and soon enough a concert of rumbling, deafening roars resounded through the battlefield, prompting the Knight to turn, assessing the new potential enemies, his last prayer dying on his lips, mouth hanging open.  Down the green hills came charging a mismatched army of creatures, roaring and shouting challenges, profanities, and prayers to Harvata and to the Broodmother.Minotaurs, Centaurs, Throggs and Goblins. Wild Leotaus, Unicorns, Bears and Wolves. A colossal Baloth and a fifty-feet Wurm towered over the smaller creatures, some using them as mobile fortresses for the impending battle. To the bantian survivors of the battle, it looked like every single feral animal and bestial creature of the shard was coming to join the battle against the invaders.  And, right in the middle of the pack, was Elspeth.  Riding bareback on her firstborn, Gajah, the Planeswalker rode into battle naked as the day she was born, her swollen, pregnant body shrouded in white mana, longsword shining under the Akrasan sun. She roared together with her mates and children before slamming in the flank of the Sliver swarm, the skittering parasytes unable to counterattack and, for once, overwhelmed by a feral horde far fiercer than them. Invigorated by the new, unexpected allies, the bantian soldiers raised their heads and weapons, rallying again under the command of the Planeswalker, joining their cries with those of the beasts.  Soon enough, Elspeth found herself beside Rafiq, shoulders to shoulders, stealing a worried glance toward the downed leotau, her First Mate, the love of her life, still alive but slowly bleeding on the lucious grass where they used to rut and frolic. Still, the feeling of another being against her shoulderblades was conforting, even in the dire circumstances she found herself in.The High Sigiled Lord spoke to her, for the first time since that fateful night. "Elspeth. You have changed." There was no accusation in his tired and coarse voice, just a lingering fatigue, and the hope of turning around the results of the battle. "Life has it's own ways of changing peoples, Lord Rafiq." Despite herself, she smiled, slashing her blade almost effortlessy at the Slivers, driving them back to the portal.She was used to the extra weight on her body, and was able to move with the same feral grace as the scantly clad leonid war monks, despite being huge with her unborn child. "I couldn't leave the father of my cubs to die beneath those horrible creatures." Another worried glance to Fereydun, before advancing, step after step, keeping the swarm at bay. The Sigiled Knight, barely beginning to understand the implications, just nodded, putting his sword and shield to good use, shearing and bashing without mercy, his prayers joining again the cacophony of Elspeth's Army. Around them, there was madness. The biggest minotaur Rafiq ever saw was swinging his two-headed axe without pause, turning the Slivers around him into a fine red mist. A pack of goblins, riding on the back of their wolf half-brothers, jumped around, biting and slashing and stabbing and mocking the Slivers every time they failed to hit them. The scaled Siege Wurm was gobbling up the smaller enemies like they were glazed threats sold at a village fair, not losing precious time with trivial matters like chewing, leaving a large path in his wake. It was hard to believe the enormous, living engine of destruction was once a little egg, no bigger than a cantaloupe, warmly nested inside Elspeth's loving belly. He was making his mother proud, nonetheless, and most importantly, they were winning.  And win they did.  When the last Sliver was shunned back into the portal, and the ugly space anomaly was closed with the help of the Asuras' angelic magic, the only thing that could be heard across the battlefield was a deep, surreal silence. Everyone, survivor, soldier and beast alike, was waiting, holding their breaths, not wanting to jinx the result of the battle by sighing in relief before it was time.Seconds turned into minutes, the portal didn't reopen, and finally Rafiq raised his sword high above his head, screaming victory to the clear sky of Bant.He was soon joined by every soldier who was still standing, cries of " Long live the Sigiled Lord" and "Victory for the Asuras" rousing higher and higher in volume, while the beasts all rushed to Elspeth, gathering around her under the curious gazes of the nearest witnesses.  It was when the huge minotaur knelt before her, calling her "Mommy" with a deep, raspy, but understandable voice, and the wurm coddled his enormous head affectionately against her chest, that the legend was sealed in history. That day, she was Elspeth, Knight Errant no more. (Nor Elspeth, the Breeding Bitch for those few who knew.)  She was Elspeth, Mother of Armies.  Soon, her name was screamed toward the sky together with those of Rafiq and the Angels, while the balmgivers and the field nurses started tending on the wounded and the deceased. Elspeth found herself kneeling beside Fereydun, her hands diving in his mane, pressing a kiss to the beast's forehead. "Fereydun, My Love. Can you hear me?" Her voice was soft, hopeful. The great beast trembled, lifting his heal slowly before licking her cheek. Elspeth smiled, tears trailing down her face. "You will be fine, Love, worry not. I'm here for you, I'm here." She caressed Fereydun's head, before jerking her head toward the nearest balmgiver. " Medic!"   ----------------------------------- Weeks later, Fereydun was resting in a makeshift tent to protect him from the chilly winds, large patches of dark-golden fur shaved off to apply healing balms and stitches where needed. Elspeth was a warrior, a woman, and most importantly a mother, but she was no healer, and she was sorely reminded of it when she was unceremoniously shoved outside the tent by a plump and jovial nurse, leaving her with nothing to do but mope and wander around aimlessy, snuggling with her children, conforting those who lost a brother or a sister, until she found herself on the hill, alone and thoughtful and horny. Mostly alone and horny. Bad combination.  She was trying to fight back the hot tingle of arousal, when she was startled by a rustling sound and glanced behind her, only to find the golden form of Gajah, her firstborn, approaching her. The once small and playful cub had grown to be as big as his father, if not a little more, a mighty and proud animal. For everyone beside his mother, obviously. For Elspeth, he would always be the little kitten who trembled against her chest when the summer thunderstorms roared over their shelter, and who mewled shyly while shooting his first load of cum inside her. The leotau sat beside her, nuzzling his head in the hollow of her collarbones. "There, there, big boy. You came to cheer up on your lonely mother? Thank you." The Planeswalker smiled, raising her hands to pet her son, lifting his head to kiss him on the nose, prompting his tongue to come out and lick at the spot. Gajah then went on, smearing his tongue on Elspeth's face like he was trying to groom her, purring loudly. Laughing, she fell sideways, laying on her side on the soft grass, taking Gajah with her and pressing herself against his broad, hairy chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. She knew Gajah could smell the arousal spreading from her fertile, aching womb. She needed to be bred, her body craving a new life to nurture, and she wasn't in the mood to argue.  After thrusting her hips against his belly, delighting in the feeling of his coarse hair grinding on her cuntlips, she inched downward, her hands searching and gripping her son's rapidly hardening erection, the slab of beast-meat sliding out from his sheat. Taken over by her lust, Elspeth smirked. He really was bigger than his father. Licking her lips, she stroked the shaft once, twice, massaging the head to spread the hefty amount of precum she foud there. She wasn't faring a lot better, her needy pussy drenched and dripping down her thighs. "Oh, my dear son, you've grown so well. Here, let mommy help." She licked the flared head of his bestial cock, before engulfing it in her mouth, moaning, savoring the well known taste of her son's precum.  Elspeth bobbed her head slowly, inch after inch of cock slowly disappearing behind her lips and stimulating her mate with her tongue, making him purr with uncontained excitement. She lifted her hands, massaging her milky breasts with large strokes, pinching her engorged nipples, welcoming Gajah's rock-hard cubmaker between her heavy, swollen mammaries, slicking it with her sweat and milk. Still, she couldn't tease him for long, lust burning hotter than ever in her loins. Just the thought of her sweet, young and virile son mounting her, breeding her like his father did ten years before and filling her with a new litter sparked a tiny orgasm, squirts of her juices wetting the grass.With one last, wet kiss on her firstborn's prick, the Planeswalker dropped on her hands and knees, spreading her legs a bit and turning to present the young leotau with a nice view of her raw, ready cunt, glistening and dripping with excitement.  "Fuck me, Gajah" Elspeth licked her lips, looking at her son over her shoulder with sultry eyes and a voice that dripped sensuality "I need you inside me. I need to be bred. Please...Knock me up. Fill me with your cubs." He could feel his mother's heat, her primal, incestuous desire to bear her own grandchildren, and did what countless other males did ove the years: he moved forward, mounting the needy, horny Planeswalker, the flared tip of his equine-like cock resting against her soaked, hairy netherlips.  Elspeth shivered in delight, the feeling of fur on her back reminding her of the inhumanity of her mate. In a moment of clarity she realized that, even with all her adventures on Bant, she never took a human inside her. Would a human even lay with her, knowing that she was regularly screwed by wolves, bears and goblins? Would a human baby feel different inside her womb? Thankfully, her thoughts were interrupted when Gajah thrust forward, completely sheating inside his mother with a long, fluid motion. Her brain was emptied at the same rate as her pussy was filled, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure.  She moaned loudly, tongue hanging from her open mouth, eyes rolling back inside their sockets, while her son roared his dominance to the warm morning sky. Every beast within earshot, including a half-sleeping Fereydun, knew that, at least for today, Elspeth was her firstborn's breeding bitch."Oh yesss..." She ground her hips slowly, while Gajah started sliding in and out of her sodden cunt with long, regular strokes, bottoming up against her cervix at the end of each one, his fuzzy balls hitting against her clit with wet, lewd sounds.  Arching her back, Elspeth lifted her right arm, circling her son's strong neck while he pumped inside her, fingers tangling in his mane, her other hand pinching and teasing her hard nipples in turn. "Oh, Gajah. You feel so good inside me...Kiss me." She turned her head, meeting and entwining Gajah's long and wet tongue with her own, her arousal soaring even higher as she awkwardly frenched her son, mainly because of the shape of his muzzle, swapping spit and sweat and sex juices with him while she petted his mane, her leonine lover still pounding his rock-hard cock inside her. "Yes, yesss...Make mommy pregnant with your seed, mark my cunt..." Elspeth could feel her womb getting ready for the load of cum she knew was coming, her overactive ovaries pumping egg after egg down her tubes, waiting to be found and fertilized by her son's potent sperm. Judging from his heavy panting, they wouldn't have to wait for long, and she wasn't faring better, her own breath short and labored.  Between moans and whines, and inching closer and closer to what promised to be a glorious climax, she still found enough breath to incite her firstborn, her voice low and lusty. "Mommy will give you lots of healthy cubs, oh yes... Sons to help you hunt and daughters for you to breed when they are old enough..." Gajah growled, clearly enjoying the thought, slamming his cockhead against her cervix, and she felt his balls thighten, his girthy shaft pulsing slightly between the walls of her hungry cunt. He just needed a little push. "Gajah! Gajah! I love you, my son! I'll be your bitch forever...Fuck me! Fill me! Knock me up!" On his next thrust forward, the Planeswalker thrust back, fully hilting her son inside her, roaring together with him before her mind fizzled, the combined feeling of her thundering orgasm and the torrent of virile cum Gajah just unloaded into her, painting the walls of her womb in white, was too much for her oversexed brain to handle. Eyes rolling back, she slumped forward, her fall softened by her swollen breasts, her son still pumping inside her quivering, experienced pussy.  Somewhere inside her overloaded, magically enhanced womb, she registered the exact moment her son's strong swimmers found her eggs, and she smiled in her orgasm-induced haze.  She was pregnant once again.   ----------------------------------- When she opened her eyes again, it was almost midday and she was still laying on the grass, her son spooning her against his warm fur, his half hard member still spearing her, sealing the heavy load of seed inside in the most delightful way. Gajah was asleep, snoring lightly, his strong forelimbs wrapped protectively around her midsection, her freshly fertilized womb still tingling from the pounding. Realizing she was woken by a low, repetitive flapping sound, Elspeth raised her eyes to the sky. And gasped, when she found herself under the scrutiny of three beautiful, radiant, and most importantly winged women, halos shining brightly with white mana. Harvata, Asura of Fertility, landed first, wings folding neatly behind her back, followed by Jenara, Asura of War, and Zazie, Asura of Protection. The angels waited patiently, Harvata sporting a knowing grin, while Elspeth unscrambled herself from her sleepy son, kneeling in front of them, gaze low. She was used to being naked, but could not stop herself from blushing as she waited, semen slowly trickling down her thights and pooling under her.  Zazie was the first to speak, after clearing her throat. "We are sorry for interrupting your well-deserved rest, Elspeth." She smiled brightly, golden eyes alight with amusement. "But the Council of the Asuras has come to a decision regarding you." "While we received various reports of... disagreements between your family and the population of the Shard..." Jenara continued "Your actions in the battle against the alien invaders speaks loudly of your valor and sense of duty..." "And really, your little goblins stealing cakes from windowsills and clothes from bathing farm girls are minor nuisances, almost unworthy of notice." Harvata interrupted, nodding, recoiling slightly when Jenara glared daggers at her. "Sorry. Please continue" Jenara waited for a split second, before opening her mouth again. "So, the Council sent us to ask you, Elspeth Tirel..." The Asura of War unsheated her sword, presenting the blade to the startled Planeswalker. "Will you protect your children, and the people of Bant, should the need arise? Are you willing to give your life so that your progeny would survive?"  The angel trio stood silent, the silence around them so heavy you could hear the little gears turning inside the Planeswalker mind. She didn't have to think much about it. Elspeth Tirel, sweaty and dirty, body caked in dried spit and crusty cum, matriarch of a ever-growing family and pregnant with her own grandchildren, leaned forward, pressing her lips to the tip of the sword. "I Will."  With a slight smirk, Jenara lifted the sword, the blade touching Elspet's shoulders in turn. "Elspeth, Planeswalker of the Tirel Dinasty. On behalf of the Council of the Asuras, I dub thee Mother of Armies, Protectress of Bant. May life on the plane prosper under your vigilance." Once her sword was back in it's sheat, Jenara knelt before Elspeth, taking her face between gloved hands and pressing a small kiss on her forehead. "May your sword cut down a thousand invaders without pause, Mother Elspeth." With the poor Planeswalker still stunned and slack-mouthed from the close contact with the angel, Jenara got back on her feet, swiftly replaced by Zazie, who kissed her on both cheeks. "May your skin never know the harsh kiss of steel, Mother Elspeth." And then, she found herself once again before Harvata, the Asura she owed her large family to. The Angel took her face between her soft, pale hands, studying her with the loving gaze of a mother, before inching forward, pressing her parted lips on Elspeth's, jolting her out of the Asura-induced coma. Their tongues found each other, and Elspeth was not surprised to feel the familiar taste of semen on the other one's. When the kiss ended, far sooner than she wanted, Harvata smiled sweetly "May your children prosper and remember your name through the centuries, Mother Elspeth." Beaming like a proud mother watching her child take his first steps, the Asura of Fertility hugged Elspeth closely, squeezing her in the most pleasant of ways, whispering into her ear, low and conspiratory. "Your title is so much better than most of the others, too. I may even get a bit jealous~" Elspeth felt something heavy on the scarf wrapped around her neck, but before she could look down, the angel rose up again, wings flapping slowly to keep her stable, followed by the other Asuras. "We will keep an eye out for trouble, Elspeth." Jenara nodded, her stern eyes fixed on the naked planeswalker "If Bant need your help, you will know. Until then, enjoy your rest. And... Congratulations, I suppose" Elspeth smiled, her hand petting her belly, nodding her gratitude to the angels before they took off.   Her gaze drifted to the new sigil Harvata pinned to her scarf, the symbol engraved on it shining in the gentle arkasan sunlight, a heavily pregnant, naked woman holding a small shield in front of her belly. She looked a lot like her too. She smiled softly, before returning to her sleeping son, the huge cat still blissfully asleep, and sat near him, stroking his fur, her other hand on her belly, stroking it lovingly.   She was a woman, as everyone looking at her knew. She was a mother, and she would start showing soon enough. But she was also a warrior, and she was going to protect her children until her last breath.  

Chapter 1 - Journey's End

A/N: Just a heads up-- there's a great deal of smegma play in this, along with piercings, and tattooing. You've been warned. *** Three Days Later   The day broke warmly, and so did the feeling on Nakani’s cock. She was a light sleeper, most nights, prone to waking up early, but ruining Ellaveryn’s cunt and leaving her a sloppy mess before laying down for the night left her all but oblivious to the world. So the feeling of a smooth, wet tongue on the tip of her fuckrod roused her instead, and the chieftess groaned as her eyes eventually opened. “Hungry, princess?” Nakani asked, sleep and amusement coloring her voice. Ella was halfway through licking the head of her cock clean, lapping up whole mouthfuls of rancid leftover cum from the night before and the yellowed, sludgy smegma that seemed to be ever present. She traced the outer edge of the fat tip one last time and swallowed the greasy mess in her mouth before letting it rest against her cheek, panting softly. “Not really, but I woke up and saw all this fuckmeat,” Ellaveryn murmured breathlessly, her face smeared with saliva and cock filth. “And I live to serve you, wife…” Nakani shivered as the elf went back to work, circling the fat cumslit of her rod with the tip of her tongue, and the chieftess surveyed her wife. The last few days since their stop in at the Waypoint had changed the elven princess dramatically, since they’d dropped the pretense of her corruption and Ella had given in willingly. Her formerly slender dancer’s body had filled out significantly, leaving her with much fuller breasts and wide, baby-bearing hips. Her skin had darkened a bit too, taking on something of a sun-kissed tan that had nothing to do with the sun, and her body hair had grown as well, leaving her with a snarled bush above her pudgy mound, and thick patches of hair beneath her arms. There was other, more physical evidence as well. Piercings gleamed at various points on her body, from the thick silver ring set into her septum down to the twin bars lancing horizontally through her thick nipples that were connected by a fine silver chain, and a modest hoop glimmering at her pussy. A glance might’ve convinced a person it was through her clit, but this wasn’t the case—Ellaveryn had been too scared of it, and Nakani had made concessions for her wife, at least for now. Instead, the metal ring was wrapped tightly around the elf’s poor clitoris, forcing it to stay stiff and erect at all times, a little pink nub at attention amidst the curly forest of hair that surrounded it. Likewise in contrast, against her tanned skin stood out a number of M’kani tribal tattoos, whorls of black ink that traced patterns across her back, up over her shoulders, and down her arms to her hands. Some of them decorated her thighs as well, and a particularly elaborate symbol was etched into the skin across her stomach, over her womb. There were a few tattoos across her chest, but they were fresh and unfinished, ending at her collar bones and rib cage. Nakani could see in her mind what they would look like once the intricate designs were complete—the symbols marked Ellaveryn as a tribal holding of the M’kani, and furthermore, as a chieftess’ wife. Layered among them were ritualistic sigils and runes that would make the elf a little stronger, a little more durable, and coupled with the effects of Nakani’s bodily aura, make Ella into the perfect breeder for minotaur young. “We’ll finish your tatau today,” Nakani said, groaning softly as Ellaveryn licked and lapped at her throbbing cock. “You know what that means, right?” Ella pulled her lips away from the deep tongue kiss she’d been giving Nakani’s cumslit, instead going back to rubbing it against her cheek in reverence. “I… I have to go n-naked from now on, right?” “Not quite naked,” Nakani said, balls twitching at the sight of her wife; Ellaveryn had stammered over the words, but the minotaur could see how wet her pussy got at the thought of going naked for the rest of their journey. “I have your new clothing already. I finished making it while you were passed out yesterday afternoon, when I fucked your face by that river.” Ellaveryn shivered at Nakani’s casual mention of the brutal throatfuck she’d been subjected to yesterday, thighs grinding together. What had begun as an opportunity to wash two days of dried cum and grime from Ellaveryn while filling their waterskins had quickly become an opportunity for Nakani to see how much of her overly-thick minotaur jizz she could pack down Ella’s throat before the elf threw it back up. The answer turned out to be two full loads; anything more than that and it ended up oozing out of her mouth around Nakani’s cock, or worse, geysering out the second the cheiftess pulled out of the elf’s tight throat. Ellaveryn had passed out on the riverbank, dense cum sticking to her face in thick sheets, and Nakani had taken the time to finish her tribal garb. “What is it?” Ella asked, not even bothering to feign indifference, her hands moving to stroke Nakani’s saliva-slicked shaft with long, double-fisted pumps. “All in time,” Nakani murmured, staring down at the elf with her intense green eyes. “We should probably get you your morning meal, first.” Ellaveryn nodded, and her hands began to work Nakani’s bullmeat faster. Her lips moved back to the head, questing for any cockfilth she’d missed, and when that proved fruitless, she dipped her face down over bulk of it. Opening her mouth wide, she managed to work the fist-sized tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. Then she glanced up to meet Nakani’s gaze, doing her best to nod with her eyes. Placing one massive hand on the back of her wife’s head, Nakani stroked Ellaveryn’s long, platinum blond hair. It was one of her favorite parts about the elven woman, and she knew that it would stay the same throughout the corruption process, even if nothing else about Ella did. She smiled lovingly down at her wife. Then she tangled her fingers in Ellaveryn’s hair and rammed her cock down the elf’s gullet, stuffing every inch down her throat. It had taken a few hours of practice, but the minotaur had finally killed of Ellaveryn’s pesky gag reflex. Now, her mammoth member slid down Ella’s throat without resistance, eliciting a loud glkk! with every thrust. She hilted herself once, slapping her fat, fist-sized balls against the elf’s chin before giving slow, deep pumps that slid her cock out until just the bare tip was in Ellaveryn’s mouth, then slotting the whole thing back in. Ellaveryn, meanwhile, felt the warm haze of oxygen deprivation coming over her, resolving her throat to being used as a cocksleeve without so much as a second that. Nakani had done it at least a dozen times since their impromptu marriage at the Waypoint, and she was fairly used to it by this point. Slimy throat slop flooded her mouth with every thrusts, occasionally spurting from her lips around the seal of Nakani’s cock, coating her face and leaving her a sticky mess. Thick strands of saliva connected the minotaur’s ballsack to her chin, slapping home with every thrust, and Ella accepted the facefucking obediently. After a few moments of this, it was all Nakani could do to keep from blowing her load. Still, she managed it, though Ellaveryn could feel the minotaur’s fat sack twitching and clenching against her chin. Here it came! Any minute now, Nakani would shoot another warm load of hot, musky cum down Ellaveyn’s throat, and the thought made the elf shudder with glee. She could cum like this, she knew, but this wasn’t about her. It was about serving her wife, and earning her breakfast— Schlorp! Nakani drew her cock out of her wife’s mouth with a sudden, wet sound that brought with it a wave of sticky saliva. The thick spittle splattered across Ellaveryn’s already-drenched breasts, and she sputtered in confusion as Nakani began to stroke her cock. Normally, this was the part where the minotaur hilted in Ella’s throat and emptied her balls almost directly into the elf’s stomach, but the chieftess seemed to have other plans this time. As Ellaveryn worked to collect herself, gasping and sputtering in a sticky mess, Nakani reached for something in one corner of the tent. It appeared to be a helmet or mask of some kind, limned in short brown fabric. Or no, not fabric—fur? Before Ella could get a better look at it, though, Nakani’s cock surged, followed by a thick spurt of sludgy, off-white cum that painted the inside curve of it. Rope after thick rope of it coated the inside of whatever the mask was, as Ellaveryn watched in confusion. “There we go,” Nakani said breathlessly, groaning softly after she finished. Then she turned to Ellaveryn, and the elf got a strange sinking feeling, her mind going a little fuzzy from the scent of Nakani’s fresh jizz… It was a mask, alright. One made from ox or buffalo hide, it looked like, shaped perfectly to imitate a minotaur’s head, albeit a much smaller one to fit Ellaveryn’s smaller stature. The inside of it was dripping with rich, virile seed, but that didn’t stop Nakani from holding it out to Ellaveryn. “There are boots and gloves, too,” Nakani said, and the idea made Ella’s stomach flop. “You’ll put them on once we finish your tattoos.” Ellaveryn took the mask, getting steaming semen all over her hands in the process. A closer look at the mask revealed the cause for Nakani’s lack of cockfilth this morning, or at least the fact that there was less than usual: it was smeared all over the inside of the mask, lining it like a pungent yellowed glue. The whole thing was now coated in a dense layer of the minotaur’s musky, virile jizz, and the mere thought of putting it on, pressing the slick, slimy inside to her face as the excess dripped down her skin made her womanhood begin to quiver and drool. “So…” Ella begins, lifting her fingers to her lips, licking away a few clinging strands of cum. “I guess we had better finish the tattoos, huh?” A half hour later, Ellaveryn had managed to suck another load out of the minotaur, and the pair had set up the tattooing equipment. The tatau Nakani was etching into her skin was sacred to the M’kani, apart of ancient customs necessary to adopt members of other races into their proud nomadic culture. The chieftess’ explanation of its significance to her people left Ella floored, and confused as to how it wasn’t common knowledge amongst the other cultures of the world—but then recalled that she herself had thought Nakani little more than a hulking savage before they’d gotten to know each other. “I-I just don’t understand why it f-feels so good,” Ellaveryn said breathlessly, biting back a moan as Nakani tapped the inking device against her skin. She shuddered with every contact, and she’d long since given up fighting the pleasure off, one hand dipping between her legs to rub at her swollen pussy. “Shouldn’t it h-hurt?” “It’s the magic of the tatau, and the effect my aura has had on you,” Nakani explained, working expertly as she scribed the ink across the elf’s flesh. “Your threshold for pain is a lot higher now. Anything less than a wound will register as pleasure.” Ellaveryn nodded, sinking her fingers deep into her cunt. It wasn’t anywhere near the womb-crushing rut that Nakani’s ruinous cock offered, but it was better than nothing, and brought her that much closer to a climax. Whatever it was, the tattooing sessions always left her hot and ready to get rutted by her wife. Already she was eyeing Nakani’s member, which twitched and bobbed beneath in her lap; the way she was seated, cross-legged but leaning over to do her work, the massive head throbbed squarely between the minotaur’s heavy bovine breasts. It was a sight that made her long to feel it inside of her again, and she was eager for the tatau to be finished. A few more minutes and a couple hundred more meetings of needles to skin, and Nakani sat back to admire her work, wiping away the excess ink with a damp cloth and nodding. Decorated in the stylized tatau, skin tanned and body filling out nicely, Ellaveryn really was beautiful. Especially her cheeks blushing in lusty heat, and her slender hand working feverishly between her legs. Nakani nodded to herself, set the delicate tattooing device, and eyed her wife. Ella whined softly, meeting her wife’s brilliant green gaze and all but saying the words, “Take me!” Nakani lunged, hands outstretched for her wife, shocking the elf with her sudden movement. Still, Ellaveryn is quicker; she reacts instinctually, lifting her chin and smiling happily. Nakani’s hands are at her shoulders in an instant, bearing her to the floor and pinning her beneath the minotaur’s muscular bulk. It dawned on Ella that this might mean another day she spends getting fucking into the ground, left to sleep the night off in a puddle of cum and sweat and… she’s not upset by the idea. Ella hiked her legs up, clinging to Nakani’s powerful body and wrapping her limbs around her body. It left her holes open and vulnerable, and Nakani didn’t hesitate, driving deep into her elven wife’s tight pussy with a single movement. Her second thrust buried her fuckmeat to the hilt, causing a distinct bulge in Ellaveryn’s stomach, but they both knew she could take it—after all, she’d done it numerous times already. Nakani pounded into Ella’s cunt again and again, drawing her length out to the tip before slamming it all back home. It plunged deep inside of her, blanking the elf’s mind and setting off a chain reaction of pleasure with every thrust. An orgasm ripped through her within moments as Nakani’s balls slapped against her ass. The chieftess’ bulk kept her pinned in place, totally at the mercy of her wife’s brutal fucking, and Ellaveryn could feel the way her wife’s cock tented her stomach with every hilting blow. It was wonderful, and Ella’s orgasm slammed into her without warning. She loved it when Nakani took her like this, ravaging her body with feverish power. It was like a carnal reminder that she had given herself to her wife, body, mind, and soul. Nakani seemed particularly worked up today, too, fucking every inch of her oversized cock into Ella with every bit of her immense strength. It wasn’t long before Ellaveryn felt the minotaur’s cock surge and buck within her, heralding Nakani’s release. Every second spent rutting her cunt was another second closer she drew to her orgasm, and the chieftess didn’t seem interested in holding off even a little. The first heavy jet of semen that pulsed into Ella was hot and thick, and seemed to fill her womb alone. Somehow, though, rope after sticky rope of virile minotaur jizz packed into her insides, swelling her stomach until she looked almost pregnant. It was at that point that the seal of her pussy around her wife’s massive cock gave out, and each liquid spurt that followed gushed out onto the blankets they lay on, joining dried cum from dozens of similar rut sessions. It pooled in the folds of the blanket, clinging to their skin, and Nakani’s orgasm seemed to last for long minutes. When it did eventually die down, though, the two sat hunched together, Nakani’s cock still buried deep inside of her wife as they caught their respective breath. Ellaveryn reached over after a moment, and her fingers found what they were questing for: the minotaur mask Nakani had made for her. Reaching down, Ella gathered up a handful of fresh semen and smeared it across the inside lining. The smell was horrendous, fetid from the rancid cum and smegma that had been layed over it. The sight of it, the feeling of it under her fingers, the hideous odor, it should have revolted her, but instead, Ellaveryn’s pussy twitched hard, causing Nakani to gasp softly. Swallowing audibly, Ella lifted the mask to her face. It felt almost like wet mud on her skin, squishing against her fine elven features and practically gluing the mask to her face. Ellaveryn realized too late that the mask had a helm, and it plastered her platinum blonde hair to her skull with its sticky weight. Still, it was a perfect fit; the mask matched the symmetry of her face with impressive accuracy, allowing her to see easily through the eye cutouts, and there was even a slot for her septim hoop to peak out. The front face of it sloped out in a bovine muzzle, so instead of sticking to her mouth directly, the mire that lined it dripped and smeared across her lips with every movement she made. Ella had it on for only bare moments before she felt Nakani’s cock stiffening inside of her again, and she giggled softly as it throbbed in her core. She wrapped her arms around her wife then, leaning up to kiss her as best she could through the mask. The helm’s mouth cutout was a scant inch away from the elf’s actual mouth, but she was confident Nakani could overcome that… And overcome it Nakani did. She pressed her lips to the mask’s and made up for the distance with her tongue, sliding the slick pink muscle through the mouth cutout and all the way into Ellaveryn’s. The opening, it turned out, was blocked and clogged with the same sludgy muck that coated the inside of it, namely a yellowed grease formed of congealed cum and rancid smegma, but neither woman cared. Instead, Nakani curled her overlong tongue to scoop as much of it up as she could before stuffing it into Ella’s mouth, forcing her to choke down the mound of filth before enjoying the kiss. The kiss heralded another round of brutal plunge-fucking, which in itself heralded a dozen or so more rounds. The sun sank toward the horizon, the tent filled with sloppy clapping sounds alongside the sex-scented humidity the two were so familiar with these days, and they agreed to start on their journey again in the morning. Night fell to find Ellaveryn lying in a puddle of semen and sweat, pooled in a depression Nakani had hollowed into the ground by sheer force of her ruinous thrusting power. The elven princess had long since passed out, but it didn’t stop Nakani from using her body whenever she felt like. She’d even stopped in the middle of preparing their evening meal to slot her cock into Ella’s asshole, casually pounding the unconscious elf while preparing a dinner of roast vegetables and dried meat. She’d pull out before cumming, of course. This load was meant to be the sauce covering Ellaveryn’s dinner.   ***   To their credit, they really had gotten moving the next day. They’d almost devolved into mindless fucking again when Ellaveryn put on the mask’s matching elbow-length gloves and thigh-high boots, complete with the same sticky lining of smegma and semen. They’d been over-filled, actually, and every movement of her limbs made during the first hour or so of wearing them had sent a fresh stream of yellowed slime trickling out to drip on the ground or splatter her torso. Her torso being totally bare, of course. Nakani hadn’t made any kind of real clothing for her wife, so Ellaveryn was still functionally nude as they walked the path through the forest. Her bare breasts, now much larger and fuller than when they’d started the journey, jiggled and bounced with every step, and the silver piercings that adorned them jingled against each other. The chain between them had a tertiary length that trailed down to the faux piercing at her clit, drawing the eye to its rigid nub and her perpetually wet cunt, nestled as it was in the patch of thick hair on her mound. The fat mounds of assmeat that had filled out on her rear wobbled with each footfall, in a nearly hypnotic pattern that caught the eye. It was, coincidentally, all this nudity that caused most of the delays on their journey. Barely an hour of walking passed in between occurrences of Nakani grabbing Ellaveryn and rutting her savagely right there on the side of the path. This amounted to little more than the act of it, since the road through the Mosswood Forest was rarely used, but Ella had to admit she was steadily beginning to look forward to their little breaks, sometimes even teasing Nakani to hasten them. This is how they came to be in their current position, around mid-day, with Nakani brutally face-fucking her wife, who was pinned down on her back. Nakani had just shucked most of her clothing under the heat of the high sun, opting to be just as nude as Ellaveryn. Between the sweat and grime of travel, along with the regular and sloppy sex, the pair of them were filthy, and the minotaur’s powerful musk filled Ella’s lungs with her every breath. Maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off Nakani’s heavy, swaying cock, or the collective filth that already clung to her smooth dickflesh. And maybe that was why she’d reached out to swipe her fingers along the head of it, scooping up some of the nasty build-up there and startling Nakani, who watched her with surprise. Ellaveryn breathed in the pungent scent of the fresh smegma in her hands, then dipped her hand under her mask to lick the sludge off her digits. The effect had been immediate. Nakani grabbed her shoulders and practically threw her down before plunging her cock into Ellaveryn’s open, welcoming mouth and thrusting down to the hilt. There was no foreplay, no build-up, simply brutal and savage throat-fucking. Nakani’s first orgasm this way filled the elf’s stomach, taking the desperate edge off of her rapid pace, but all it really did was let the minotaur slow down so she could take her time with her wife’s sloppy throat. The second cumshot bloated Ellaveryn’s stomach, making her look several months pregnant, and it was around this time that Nakani reached down and buried two of her massive fingers into the elf’s quivering, needy snatch. This made Ella twitch and whimper, a delightful feeling for the woman whose cock was buried in her throat, and there was no stopping after that. After a few moments, through which Nakani did not remove her cock, the chieftess began to fuck her wife’s face once more, her pace unhurried ad renewed. Ellaveryn, meanwhile, grew muddled and hazed as her body began to suffer from the warm high of oxygen deprivation. The tattoos scrawled across her body did a great deal to help Ella service minotaur cock to the best of her abilities, but she still needed to breathe. This lack of oxygen didn’t upset the elven princess, though; if anything, it made her needier, and her pussy began to twitch and cum with every few thrusts, a chain of miniature orgasms that rocked her to her core. Nakani’s third orgasm proved to be too much for Ellaveryn’s pressurized and power-fucked insides. Every gush of thick, virile reproductive fluid stuck in Ella’s throat, packing as tightly against the rest of the dense sludge inside of her as it could. When the minotaur finally pulled out, though, it came gushing back out in thick, gravid waves that rolled across Ella’s face like sticky waves of overly-thick magma, flooding her nostrils and covering the mask as it escaped the bonds of Ela’s body. It settled onto her face in hot mounds that refused to spread too far, like some sort of viscous, jellied slime. After a point, when it became clear that Ellaveryn had passed out or worse, simply didn’t care that she wasn’t able to breathe, Nakani reached down and gently turned her wife over, allowing the deluge of semen packed inside the woman’s tiny body to rid itself of the excessive jizz she’d forced into it. Ellaveryn gave up sudden, heavy retches that coated the majority of her body in regurgitated semen. Then, with a stupid smile on her face, the elven princess passed out. Nakani chuckled to herself; Ella was already making for an excellent wife. Once they reached the M’kani camp and finished her piercings and rituals, the princess would be a woman all in her own class. And so began Ellaveryn’s life as wife and consort to Nakani. She would spend the rest of her days leading minotaur warriors alongside her beloved, living without regret, worshipping Nakani’s cock, and raising many, many minotaur children. It was a good life; not a life she would have chosen, but a good one nonetheless. She was happy.   ***   Prologue Two Weeks Later   Ellaveryn had been in the M’kani traveling camp for about a week and a half, and already found herself integrating well. She spent a great deal of her time being fucked half to unconsciousness by Nakani, usually in their tent but occasionally out and about in the camp, but she also got some time to herself. She’d taken to wandering among the tents, sturdy and mobile bivouacs that could be raised or dismantled in minutes, and watching the minotaurs as they went about their lives. The minotaurs certainly watched her, too. It had been centuries since a Hordelands chieftess had taken an elven bride, and many of the minotaurs had never even seen an elf, let alone one that walked among them as she did. Ellaveryn’s appearance alone was astounding; her transformation by Nakani’s aura and the tatau had been completed a couple of days after they’d arrived, and it left the elf a eye-catching sight. Her breasts were heavy and full, each one easily the size of her head, capped by fat pink nipples run through an array of piercings, from silver bars through the nipples themselves to studs set into the areolae themselves that gleamed wickedly in the light. These piercings mimicked the ones in her fine elven facial features, including a half-dozen rings set through her ears, a pair of them in her eyebrow, and the broad septim hoop that hung from her nose. A silver chain connected her nipples, along with another line that went downward, through the snarled bush between her thighs, to a ring set through Ella’s clitoris, keeping it perked up and on display at all times. The chains were taught now, not at Nakani’s order but Ellaveryn’s request—she loved the way the chain tugged and pulled at her stiff nipples and sensitive little nub with every step she took. Adorning her sloppy cunt below her clit ring were four more piercings, two hoops set through the outer lips on her left side and a silver rod that lanced through the inner lips on the right. Her hips had finished flaring out with the strength of the magical tatau etched on her skin, and they were wider now than her shoulders; she probably could’ve birthed a horse without difficulty. Supporting these hips were two plush, pillowy thighs, complemented in her rear by a fat ass that wobbled and bounced with every movement she made. It looked perfectly squeezable, as if it were begging to be touched. But her tatau also marked her as the consort of the chieftess—and those willing to cross Nakani were few and far between. Usually, anyway. “Fuckmeat,” a growling voice spit from behind her. Ellaveryn turned to see half dozen or so minotaurs, a little younger than Nakani, but just as bulky and muscular. Jutting from each of their crotches was a fat length of stiff bullmeat that throbbed shamelessly. This happened once or twice a day; a group of ambitious young Twinsoul minotaurs would come and try their best to fuck her. If they managed it, they’d have taken Nakani’s bride from her, and by Horde law, be guaranteed the right to battle for the role of chieftess. Nakani told her that while it would become less frequent over time, it probably wouldn’t ever stop happening altogether. “I think you know what we’re here for,” the leader of the little group rumbled, her meaty member twitching as she flexed her powerful arms in a way she probably thought was menacing. “And I know you’re just a dumb little cocksleeve now. So just open those legs, and we’ll give you all the cock you want.” Ella made a show of biting her lip and squeezing one of her heavy tits, making her piercings jingle softly. “That does sound kind of nice,” the elf side in her best ditzy voice, and she wasn’t lying—she was basically in a constant state of arousal these days, ready to worship Nakani’s cock at any given moment. “But Nakani would be sooo angry… maybe just a little taste wouldn’t hurt…” She laid the stupid whore act on pretty heavily, but only because that was what the minotaurs that came for her expected. In truth, Nakani had been surprised by the level of intelligence and cunning Ellaveryn had retained after completing her corruption, explaining that it really did make most women who went through it little more than cock-hungry jizzrags. She had also explained that they hadn’t put an elf through the corruption in a long time, though, so actual facts on interactions between the two were hazy at best. The lead minotaur lunged for Ellaveryn wildly, but had clearly never dealt with an elf before. Ella had traded a little bit of her agility and dexterity for her breeder’s body, but compared to the hulking minotaur, she was a blur. It took her mere moments to dispatch the leader, and less than a minute to beat the rest of them into submission. She didn’t kill them—they were partly her responsibility now that she’d married Nakani—but she did leave them a pile of fur and muscle in the dirt. Then she took the time to reach down and make something of an example out of them, because if they were so damn horny, they could take it out on each other. She slotted their cocks into each other’s various orifices, chuckling to herself as she walked away. Touching their cocks left a layer of filth and smegma on her fingers, and she licked it off as she walked it. It wasn’t nearly the pungent, sludgy mire that clung to Nakani’s shaft, but it made for a nice snack as she headed back to her tent. With any luck, the chieftess would be there for a midday meal, and Ellaveryn could clean her wife’s nasty, delicious cock with her mouth while Nakani ate. She parted the tent flap to see Nakani turn and greet her, a cocky grin on her face as she stroked her cock. Ellaveryn’s heart surged just as her genitals did, and she smiled back at her wife. And she reveled in the fact that, despite her circumstances, for the first time in the centuries since her childhood, she was genuinely, truly happy.

Chapter 1 - When it comes to bathrooms, it's all about location...

Author's Note: Filth and fursuit shenanigans abound in this one, folks. If that ain't your cup of tea, try one of my others! ___ “So that’s your plan?” Yang asked incredulously, casting a skeptical eye at the strange piece of headwear beside Ruby. The tone of her voice was breathy, but clearly implied she didn’t think much of it. They were sitting together on Ruby’s bed that day, both of them stark naked. It was one of the few times the two sisters got to be alone together, once a week when Weiss had an extra class and Blake went to the practice range, and they always made sure to take advantage of it for sisterly bonding time. Sisterly bonding in this context meaning seeing which of the two of them could get off the most times—and Ruby almost always won. “Yeah, I think it’ll be more anonymous this way,” Ruby replied, her voice husky with arousal as she worked herself toward another orgasm. Her fingers flew quickly over her flesh, reveling in the feeling of friction and heat against her most sensitive spots. The item in question was a replica of a horse’s head, meant to be worn as a helmet over one’s face down to the neck. The fur was a honey brown, and in a lot of ways, it actually did sort of resemble a horse, but not a real one; rather, the strange make and proportion of it brought to mind a cartoonist’s rendition of an anthropomorphized horse. In short, it was the head of a fursuit. “You don’t think so?” Ruby inquired, holding off against her climax for a moment—it was always a race between her and Yang, but it didn’t stop Ruby from wanting relish it. Besides, she could get off five more times in the twenty minutes they had left and still get dressed, since she hadn’t planned on showering anyway. Ruby’s eyes flicked to her sister, gaze playing over the blonde woman’s body in a gesture that was equal parts hungry and admiring. Yang had always been the more powerfully built of the two sisters, and it was certainly evident in her physique, as she towered over Ruby by nearly a head. Toned muscle showed in Yang’s arms and shoulders, cut from years of training as a close-quarters brawler. That muscle was equally present in the blonde’s rugged abdominals, right down into her powerful thighs. But what really drew Ruby’s gaze were Yang’s huge, heavy breasts, and the fat, rigid horsecock stuffed in between them. Ruby had always envied her sister’s twin mounds of jiggly chestmeat and their puffy pink nipples, but so had most of the other girls they’d grown up with, and more than one young suitor, men and women alike, had done their best to try and get their hands onto them. And Yang’s cock… it was probably silly, how much seeing her sister’s cock turned Ruby on, since it was simply a mirror of her own. Nearly a foot and a half of hot, throbbing horsemeat, the manifestation of some long-forgotten Faunus heritage, lined with veins like vat worms pulsing beneath the skin. It was even complete with pair of fat testicles, each cumtank the size of an orange, and a medial ring, which turned inward into a fleshy sheath for their cocks when they weren’t erect. How they had ended up with animal genitalia without any other sign of their heritage being so obvious was beyond Ruby, but as she leaned down to kiss along the blunt, flared head, hands making root-to-tip strokes as they had been for the past forty-five minutes, she had to thank whatever higher power had allowed it. Yang shrugged, pressing inward with her hands and squishing her massive breasts around the length of horsemeat pressed between them. Every stroke of her chest was met with a sharp upward thrust that culminated in a simple motion: Yang was fucking her own tits. Precum dribbled from the blonde’s cumslit freely, oozing over the hideous crown of her cock and coating her wobbling chestmeat in a sticky coat of it. “I don’t know how you can stomach that stuff,” Yang said, her face a mask of disdain, but her voice was breathy and aroused watching Ruby suck herself off, and each thrust into the hot, slick confines of her makeshift titty-cocksleeve was faster than the last.  She was referring, of course, to the coating of sludgy yellow smegma that lined the underside of Ruby’s flared cockhead. It was a consequence of the sheath that housed their fuckrods when they weren’t hard, somewhere between an actual horse’s sheath and human foreskin that covered the entire member when it softened to half its erect length, and released the rest when they got hard. No matter how thoroughly they washed or how dedicated they were to cleaning themselves, the fleshy biological envelopes collected sweat, precum, and spent semen as if somebody had been putting it there on purpose. And that meant that every time their cocks stiffened and slid out into the open air, there was a fresh coating of disgusting sexual mire clinging to the ripe pink flesh. Ruby shrugged; she knew Yang didn’t care for the nastier aspects of their unique reproductive anatomy. It didn’t stop Ruby from pressing her lips to that fat, flared head of her cock and sucking up a thick dollop of yellowed filth that had somehow escaped her earlier swipes with her fingers. The taste was rancid and vile, a sour burst of nastiness on her tongue that made her heart pound and her cock buck against her chin. She reveled in the horrible taste, bringing her that much closer to her orgasm.  Any other time, she would’ve been licking up whole mouthfuls of the stuff and making Yang watch her swallow it down, but today, she’d managed to wipe most of the muck onto the inside lining of the fursuit helmet. The sebaceous substance looked like a rotting adhesive of some kind, and accompanied by the Binding Glyph she had gotten put on it by a fellow Beacon student for a bit of Lien, Ruby hoped it would keep her victim in place until she could grind out a few loads in their mouth. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take Weiss?” Yang asked, her cock throbbing in time with her thrusts, each stroke of her massive tits drew a soft noise of pleasure from deep within her chest. “It would probably make your life easier. That girl hates you for some reason.” Ruby considered this a moment, her tongue tracing figure-eights on the blunt head of her cock. The movement was gentle compared to her usual treatment of the length of fuckmeat that rode at her crotch, but still deliciously distracting in a way that made her ache to treat herself to a trip out into the hallway to grab the first girl to walk by. Still, she had managed to think through the brain-addling feeling of tonguing her member before, and she’d do so now. Weiss had been something of an obstacle since Team RWBY’s initiation. It was clear that she had expected to be the leader of her team, either by virtue of her abilities or the fact that she was a Schnee, but since that hadn’t happened, the white-haired girl had directed a surprising amount of focus and energy toward being generally disruptive when Ruby was doing her best to lead. Weiss was haughty, rebellious, and at times outright disobedient… but still, she and Ruby had worked together in near-total sync in combat, and Ruby was confident that given enough time, Ruby could earn a loyal friend in Weiss, rather than just a broken-down fucksocket. “I think I’d rather avoid that, at least for now,” Ruby said, breaking the silence that had previously only been punctuated by the slischslischslisch of Yang’s tits gliding across the length of her cock. “Until we become friends, maybe, and she gives it up willingly. Or who knows, she might end up on the receiving end of this bad boy. Are you still gonna break Blake? Even though you already have that Neo girl back in town?” Ruby added that last while reaching down, one hand finding the mask into which she’d deposited so much reproductive filth, lifting it until it was scant few inches from her face. The sludge within was yellowed and lumpy, but seamless in its total coverage of the inner lining, and the smell was horrid. In fact, it smelled sort of like her cock, but magnified by a factor of ten, and the barest whiff of it was enough to make Ruby’s heavy balls pulse. “Yeah, Neo’s great, but it’d be nice to have a live-in fucktoy,” Yang replied, watching her sister breath deeply of the odor emanating from within the helm in her hands, “Oh, hey. Time’s almost up. I figure one last load each, then we clean up a bit?” Ruby shrugged. “It’s my bed, blow it wherever you want.” Yang rolled her eyes, then turned back to the business at hand. The busty blonde reached out with both arms and hugged them around her massive tits, squeezing them down hard around her twitching horsecock. This made what had before been a languid passage through a soft valley of chestmeat into a harsh pumping motion that forced her member through the tight, slick confines of an improvised cocksleeve to rival anything one could find on the market. Every thrust thereafter was powerful and rough, stroking from the blunt head right down to the fleshy base of her meatrod, her plush lips connecting with the flared tip on each downstroke. Ruby bit her lip, indulging for a moment as she watched her sister go to work on every inch of her twitching, rigid horsemeat. It was near-inspiring, the way that Yang could get herself off, and it was one of the few instance in which Ruby wished just once for a nice, heavy pair of tits to use on herself. Perhaps in another life, she thought as she reached up to tug on the stiff nipple of one of her petite breasts. A glance at the clock on the wall revealed that they really were running short on time, though, and Ruby’s balls pulsed with the need to loose one more load of thick, musky cum. So she rolled her neck back, loosening her muscles, and gave a delicate clearing of her throat before planting lips as red as her namesake on the tip of her cock, her tongue slipping out to tease her cumslit. Then, in one fluid, graceful movement, Ruby viciously buried every inch of her throbbing fuckmeat in her own throat. Yang had a lot of natural talents and curves, but she was nowhere near flexible enough to do this. Ruby’s body folded without any apparent strain, and she swallowed her own cock right down to the base, burying her nose in her own balls. It was a testament to the sheer number of times she’d done this that she could take such size without difficulty, and every new inch of horsemeat that met the hot, sloppy flesh of her throat was heaven.  It was over in minutes. The two sisters watched each other hungrily, reveling in their shared masturbation session, and both gave thrusts into their own bodies that grew steadily more powerful, until almost nothing could be heard over the wet slap of flesh except Ruby’s strangled half-moan-half-gurgling noises. Every movement splattered new strands of precum across Yang’s face, her tongue darting out to clear away the sticky strings that reach her plush lips, and Ruby’s mouth had somehow managed to find new deposits of her own rancid cockfilth, every new taste of it shocking to her senses, pushing her ever closer toward orgasm. Suddenly, Ruby’s hand shot out and found the sculpted flesh of Yang’s thigh, fingers digging into the smooth, fair skin as her orgasm crashed into her. She could feel the way her sister’s muscles tensed and knew she, too, was going to cum. The pair loosed soft moans that echoed off the walls as they released themselves to the pleasure of climax. Yang, in particular, let out a guttural noise that ripped itself from her throat as her cock pulsed between her tits, balls tensing hard. The thought of her next move always filled her with a strange mix of dread and delight, her heart clenching at the habit she’d had for years, but there was nothing to be done about it: she refused to take the chance of any of it getting in her hair. So Yang leaned down and planted her lips firmly on the crown of her cock, doing her best to relax her throat. The first jet of hot, thick cum that gushed into her mouth practically filled it, straining her oral capacity, but she’d had plenty of practice. Yang immediately swallowed it down with an easy, fluid efficiency, feeling the liquid heat of it gush down her throat and into her stomach to join the half-dozen other loads she’d sucked down over the past hour. She was already starting to feel pretty full, if she was being honest—she’d likely be skipping her next meal. The thought of how much of her own cum she’d drank to feel that way sent a special little shiver down her spine, though, and made her balls twitch. Ruby, meanwhile, watched her sister cum with a mixture of hunger and admiration. She loved to watch Yang swallow a load, especially because she knew it made the busty blonde feel so conflicted, and this time was clearly no different. The sight made her cock twitch and her balls feel swollen, and it was precisely at that moment that she let herself get off. Ruby wanted nothing more than to join her sister and blow her load directly into her own stomach, but alas, it wasn’t in the cards for the day. Instead, she just barely managed to pull all the way off her cock, dislodging a little over a foot of horsemeat from her gullet with a soft glrrk! before giving a soft gasp and wrapping one hand around the base of it in a vice grip. Her other hand found the horse mask nearby, and with brutal strokes that went from root to tip, Ruby shot rope after rope of hot, musky horsejizz into it, coating the interior in a fresh salvo of steaming cum. Each new load splattered against the lining of the mask and stuck, slowly oozing down toward the “snout”, where it would congeal around the mouth. It had happened largely by accident, but it had begun to dry in a thick, nasty cap of gooey jizz and smegma over the mouth and nostrils, so that anyone wearing the mask would have to deal with it before they’d be able to breathe.  The thought of just how her victim might deal with it sent a pulse through her now thoroughly-emptied balls. But no… no time for that now. Blake and Weiss would be coming back soon, and besides… Ruby eyed the mask, fighting down a surprisingly powerful urge to put it on herself. Even through the eye cutouts, she could see that the inside of the mask was absolutely dripping with her cum, some of which was mixing with the dried smegma and jizz from before, creating a gooey coating that reminded her, for all intents and purposes, of some sort of half-dried hot glue. She smiled, biting down on her soft lower lip as she watched it ooze across itself. It was time to put this plan into action.  ___ Weiss hurried smoothly down the corridor, making certain to showcase her grace and poise with every step to anyone she passed. No, not hurried, she reminded herself; a Schnee did not hurry anywhere, they simply moved with greater purpose. And right now, her purpose was an achingly full bladder that begged her for release. Each step made it pulse with discomfort, and it was all she could do to keep from hobbling around like any given six-year-old after one too many juice boxes. But it wasn’t like she could’ve gone in the same restroom as the girls from her advanced bladework instructional. No, she far outclassed them in standing and in ability, so it would be simply beneath her to flood into the bathroom with them and lower herself to their level. So instead, she made her way out into the gardens, where she knew of a secluded lavatory that rarely saw use, and always smelled like exotic flowers because of where they were situated.  Or rather, they usually smelled like flowers. This time, though, when she opened the door to the restroom, a wave of something bestial and foul washed over her, but it was nothing like the odor of human excrement. Instead, it was almost… primal, like the scent of a wild animal. Something in Weiss’ instincts warned her to turn around and run for safety, but her bladder gave a dangerous spasm. No, it would be here or in the bushes, and she would be damned if a Schnee squatted in the underbrush like some sort of Faunus savage. Forcing down the strange instinct to flee, the slender student pushed into the restroom. Inside, the smell only grew stronger. It was strange and off-putting, catching in the back of her throat, but it was also somehow familiar. Where did she know this scent from? She couldn’t quite place it, but her body gave a sharp twitch of protest that spurred her deeper in. There were three stalls in the restroom, along with a sink and mirror, and she made a beeline for the farthest stall from the door. Once inside, she slid her panties and leggings down her toned, milky thighs and— Wait. What the hell was that? As she settled onto the seat, a hole in the wall of the stall she’d chosen stood out to her, not because she could see light through it, but for the sheer absence of it. It was pitched in shadow, as if something was over the top of it, and as she set her focus to it, she realized that the strange scent that permeated the air inside the lavatory was emanating from within. What was it for? Why was it here? And just what the hell was that smell? As she drew closer, she realized it was almost the exact size of her head, and deeper inside the little pocket of darkness, she actually could see two pinholes of light. This near to the thing, though, the scent had become a more concentrated version of the malodorous stench that wafted through the small building. It almost seemed to stain her lungs with every breath she took, coating her throat and almost certainly settling into her clothing and hair. She’d need a dozen showers after this, she though, eyes starting to water. Still, something about the hole seemed to call to her. Should she just…? Before she could even think about what she was doing, Weiss gave in to the deep and powerful urge to push her head through, and unwittingly took the first step to her destruction. The first thing she noticed was that the pocket fit her head almost exactly, including her hair. The second thing was that the inside lining was entirely coated in some sort of thick, greasy adhesive that stuck to her skin like glue and seemed to ooze across her flesh, uniformly slathering across her cheeks and even her lips, which instinctively clamped shut against the possibility of getting even a drop of the sebaceous substance in her mouth. The substance that smelled now heady and rancid, making her mind feel a little fuzzy with each new breath and her muscles loosen. “W-what the...” Suddenly, a bright light flared in Weiss’ face, flashing to life in the darkness of whatever it was she’d just stuck her head into. It was blinding, and gone as quickly as it appeared-- but not before Weiss could recognize it for what it was. After all, Bindings were the first Glyphs any self-respecting caster learned, long before coming to a school like Beacon. It was unlady-like, uncouth, and would’ve made her older sister balk, but Weiss let loose a swear the likes of which few had heard before. Her hands came up to scrabble at the smooth dividing wall, but she knew it was in vain. She was stuck in place. For at least half an hour, judging by the strength of what she’d seen. “What a mouth on you,” came a female voice from the other side of the wall, emanating from the next stall over. “I hope you can apply that same passion to our time together.” Weiss froze. The voice was familiar, which made sense, since only a Beacon student would have access to this lavatory in the first place, let alone often enough to set up whatever this was. Still, why would a girl want to trap her hear? Was it some sort of trick, to get blackmail on her? The Schnee family was not without its detractors, after all... “Alright, so the mask is for your protection,” the woman in the other stall said, reaching out and tapping the cheek of what Weiss now realized was, in fact, some sort of oddly-shaped mask. “Yes, it’s a horse head. Don’t worry about why, that’s for me, you filthy animal. Either way, it’s to keep us both anonymous while we do this.” Weiss shuddered, feeling panic set into her muscles. She was trained to deal with monsters, to fight Grimm with grit and determination, but this... she wasn’t meant for this... And what was more, Weiss realized she was having trouble breathing. Something was blocking the mouth hole, or so it seemed, because the only air she could feel funneling into the mask was through the eye cutouts. It meant she was breathing a recycled mixture of her carbon dioxide and muggy oxygen mixed stained by the horrible scent of whatever it was that coated the inside of the helmet. “Oh, relax,” the woman said, stroking the mask gently. “You’ll be fine, I’m just gonna-- oh. Yeah, you’ll probably have an easier time breathing once you deal with this.” Suddenly, the muzzle of the mask cleared, letting in a torrent of the relatively fresh air inside the bathroom. Weiss gulped in clean oxygen with relief, feeling her head clear a bit, but only until something pressed against her lips. She did her best to keep them tightly shut, but between gasping for air and the surprise of it all, she couldn’t keep a pair of strong, slender fingers from sliding into her mouth with something gummy and thick on them. “Chew and swallow, bitch,” the voice commanded as its owner forced the substance toward the back of her throat. Weiss’ stomach lurched as she tasted it, like a concentrated version of the scent that was slowly but surely staining her brain. It was gooey and horrid, forcing tears to begin to trickle down her cheeks, but she would not vomit. She would not allow herself to suffer that indignity. So she worked the disgusting gunk into a paste that coated the inside of her mouth and choked it down her throat so she could breathe again, fighting the sudden roil of her stomach and the sting of humiliation that welled up in her chest. She just had to make it through this... “Not bad,” the voice on the other side of the wall said, voice breathy and warm, and Weiss realzied she could hear a soft, wet noise in the background, like kissing. “And about time, too. I’m all warmed up for you.” Without warning, another length of warm flesh slid into the mouth hole of the mask, collecting a patina of leftover nastiness that had escaped the grasp of the fingers that had come before it as it entered. With a start, Weiss realized it was the tip of a penis-- a horse penis, to be exact. A flush of rage went through her, even as she stared down the intimidatingly-large length of cockmeat in front of her. Not only had she been put at this woman’s mercy, but it was some piece of Faunus trash! If anyone ever heard about this, she’d never live it-- Glrrrk! The length of horsemeat forced its way into her mouth as she felt her indignation reach new heights, and a brutal thrust sent half of it directly down her throat, straining her jaw and blocking off her airway. All thought was abandoned as her hands redoubled their efforts on the wall of the stall despite the ineffectiveness of it, and she braced herself as the person on the other end of the dick in her throat began to draw back for the next thrust.What could she do? How could she get out of this? ___ “Just relax, I’m only looking for a little fun,” Ruby said to her victim as she jammed her cock down their throat with another destructive thrust. Though, to be honest, whoever it was could panic all they liked; this person’s throat was hot and slick and practically convulsing as they tried desperately to escape the situation Ruby had thought up for them. Her little trick was perfect, or at least as perfect as she could get it, and she refused to let it fall apart just because this girl couldn’t handle her cock. “Just gonna empty my balls down your throat, and then I’ll let you go,” she murmured, her voice slightly muffled by the mask she wore. It was a matching helmet, a mirror to the one that bound her unwilling cocktoy, with the only difference that it might even have been worse on the inside. She’d been smearing cockfilth and rotting jizz across the inside for longer, and it was positively horrid. The smell was enough to make even Ruby’s eyes water, and she couldn’t keep her tongue from darting out to lick up a disgusting bit of lining that had come off near the mouth, gagging lightly as she choked it down. That bit of degeneracy was enough to make her balls twitch hard, rising in her sac as though she might cum soon. But no, not yet! She wanted to savor this. Reaching up, Ruby grabbed the edge of the dividing wall between the stalls in her pale, slender hands and braced her feet. She was going to get some real pleasure out of this poor girl if it killed her, though any girl going to Beacon that couldn’t take a good facefucking probably shouldn’t have come in the first place. So she drew her slender hips back and gave a rough, balls-deep thrust, all the way to the hilt, drawing a wet glahk! from her poor toy. But it also brought with it a wave of sticky-hot convulsion that massaged her cock from root to tip, and felt heavenly. On and on it went, with Ruby extricating the throbbing rod of flesh from her victim, then plunging it fully back to the base, making the girl on the other side of the wall little more than a gagging cocksleeve. Each desperate thrust brought on an equally desperate gagging, a vain attempt to force the filth-riddled intruder from her throat, to include a gush of throatslop that splattered across the inside of the girl’s mask and Ruby’s crotch. These were accompanied by wet, disgusting noises that would convey their origins to anyone who might pass too close to the lavatory door, and each new glrrk! and splcht! was degenerate music to Ruby’s ears. “Gosh, you’re an even better rapetoy than I had hoped for,” Ruby moaned, feeling her orgasm fighting against the solid wall of mental restraint she’d placed on it. “Hungry for that load, huh? Well, don’t worry, you’ll get it real soon...” Which was true. Ruby had been pounding away at this poor girl’s throat for an eternity it seemed like, fighting off the urge to blow a load every step of the way, and it left a burning pleasure built up in the base of her horsecock. Her balls felt swollen and heavy, and she swore she could almost feel her eager swimmers wriggling away inside the fat cumtanks between her legs, aching for release. Well, now was as good a time as any for her first load; after all, she should have at least another half hour in the helmet’s binding glyph. “Just try not to choke or anything!” The cheerful cry was at odds with the ominous planting of Ruby’s feet and the death grip with which she took hold of the stall divider. The wood groaned in protest, against both its treatment up to that point, and what they all knew was to come. Then, with a guttural cry and one last ruinous thrust, she buried her cock to the hilt in her victim’s throat and came harder than she had in months. To say that the amount of virile cum packed into Ruby’s balls was excessive was an understatement of the highest order. It was certainly more than any normal human could have produced, and while her only other reference point was Yang, it was likely more than most Faunus could have unloaded in a single salvo. Her hips bucked against the sloppy seal of the masked girl’s lips against her saliva-soaked crotch, balls pulsing, cock twitching, and a torrent of jizz rushed out of her. It came in sticky, finger-width ropes, off-white and musky like no animal could have ever produced, and it clung to the velvet lining of her cocksleeve’s insides like some sort of hot glue. Every new rope piled on top of the last until they formed a jelly-like blockage just beyond the blunt tip of her cock. Ruby shuddered as she felt her rapetoy swallowing hard to get that gooey load down into her stomach rather than let it block her esophagus, throat working double-time to coax it downward and ringing every last nasty drop out of Ruby in the process. “Fuuuck, hungry little bitch,” Ruby moaned as her victim sucked the life out of her, clearing her cumvein of every remaining sperm cell with vacuum-like sucking power. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from--” Suddenly, a burst of bright blue light filled the stalls, flashing so brilliantly as to nearly blind Ruby despite emanating from within the mask her captive wore. Ruby stumbled back, cock jerked out of her fucksleeve’s sucksocket with a sloppy splrrrcht! as she braced herself against the wall behind her, free hand coming up to shield her eyes from the dazzling luminescence. What was happening? Had her victim gotten off some sort of defensive Glyph while Ruby’s guard had been down? Or worse, had the student on the receiving end of the brutal facefucking she’d been handing out brought a weapon into the lavatory for some reason, only just now managing to get to it? But as the flash dissipated and she brought her heart rate down to a reasonable level, cock still drooling precum on the tile floor, Ruby realized what had happened. The space in the helmet where before she’d been able to see plush, fuckable lips was now empty, and that could only mean that her victim had slipped out of the Binding Glyph. “That was supposed to last a whole hour,” Ruby growled as she approached, pulling the equine-themed helmet from its place on the wall to inspect it. Inside, she could see where part of the Glyph had peeled away with a section of congealed cum, breaking the flow of the magic trapped within. “Nope, no way am I stopping now...” With her mind made up, Ruby pushed through the stall door and made her way to the next one over, where she knew her captive fucktoy was waiting. Though she knew any person in their right mind would be more than a little upset about the way she’d treated them, she was also willing to bet that anybody who’d been huffing her cockstink and just chugged a liter of ultra virile jizz probably wasn’t in their right mind, so she didn’t feel the need to bring her scythe. Instead, she stroked her cock eagerly, each step making her heart pound in anticipation.  Anticipation, and a little indecision. She wasn’t entirely certain she was making the right move here. After all, she hadn’t really wanted to take a slave so soon after coming to Beacon; becoming a Huntress was her top priority, and girls took time and effort to maintain. Still, she’d decided: the throat she’d been wrecking was too good to pass up. Whoever was on the other side of this door, she’d make them her person cocktoy, like Yang had done to that weird pink-and-black-haired girl, Neo. Shuddering with nerves, Ruby pushed open the door... ... and laughed. “Of course, it had to be you!” Lying on the floor in a heap, jizz still oozing out of her mouth and stomach lightly bloated even through her shirt, Weiss looked disoriented and confused. Her face was smeared all over with the rancid cockfilth Ruby had so lovingly spread across the inside of the fursuit helmet with, and even her silky silver hair was off-color in place, stained by the smegma that plastered it to Weiss’ forehead. “This works out okay, I guess,” Ruby said after a moment, smiling wickedly. She approached her teammate slowly, crouching down until she was hovering just over Weiss. Ruby’s cock throbbed in anticipation, and and she pulled it up with one hand to give the blunt tip of it a kiss, lips coming away wet with precum, leftover jizz, and Weiss’ saliva. Ruby’s other hand went over to pull the fursuit head down from where it was mounted on the wall. “We even live in the same dorm, so it’ll be easy to make all the modifications to your your body.” Ruby smiled down at Weiss, cock throbbing at the thought of all the lovely ways she’d ruin Weiss’  perfect, snow-white body. She had a wonderful idea in particular for a nice new outfit for Weiss that would look just stunning. Ruby hadn’t quite figured out the logistics of making her wear it all the time, but hey, she had plenty of time to figure that out. After all, it took time to make that many fursuit parts. “I hope you’re ready for your new life, Weiss...” And without any more explanation, Ruby let the fursuit helmet fall back onto her new cocktoy’s head.

Chapter 1 - Hospital Beds Have Plastic Sheets For A Reason

Author's Note: This chapter contains much more steaminess than the last one! Furthermore, it picks up immediately after the last chapter. Enjoy!  “God, I was so worried about you,” Becky said, sweeping into the room and letting the door close behind her, fiery hair blowing softly in the breeze of her movements. “When they told me what had happened, I was in LA for an event, but I came right over. How are you? Are you in any pain?” “I’m okay,” Sam managed to say, his—her, now—voice coming out much calmer than she felt on the inside, and she was getting uncomfortably used to being surprised. “Just a burn, and not even a bad one.” Becky’s eyes widened when Sam lifted her arm to show off the strange, branching pattern the burn had left behind on her forearm. Becky looked ready to launch into another salvo of questions, but just then, the door to Sam’s room opened and in came a slightly-disheveled Sam—or rather, Charlotte Flair in Sam’s body. “Hey, I think there’s something you and I need to talk about—“ Charlotte began, but as his eyes came up, Charlotte noticed Becky and cut herself off with a strangled, “B-Beck?” Becky’s eyebrows narrowed. “I’m sorry, do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met…” A strange expression flashed across Charlotte’s face, an odd sensation for Sam since the face was all too familiar, and she realized that Charlotte was likely as in shock by the situation as she was. “No, you wouldn’t know him, Becky,” Sam cut in, gesturing wildly with her eyebrows at Charlotte. “This guy was with me when the lightning struck. He’s a fan.” Realization finally gained purchase in Charlotte’s mind, and she held up a hand to the red-headed wrestler. “Charl—ah, Charlie, the name’s Charlie. Nice to meet you.” “Becky Lynch,” Becky replied, one eyebrow cocked as she shook Charlotte’s hand. The three lapsed into silence then, looking unobtrusively back and forth from each other. It was clear that Sam and Charlotte were holding back, and it was clear that Becky knew that, but it was unclear as to whether or not she wanted to say something about it. Eventually, Charlotte began to gesture with his eyes at Sam, and she caught the hint. “Uh, Becky, could you give us a second?” Sam asked, trying not to be suspicious and failing miserably. “Charlie and I have some stuff we need to discuss.” “Sure…” was Becky’s reply, and she gave it while shooting Sam a strange look, but the fiery-haired wrestler got up all the same and made her way out the door, shutting it behind her. It was no less tense when Becky left. Instead, Sam and Charlotte simply looked at each other for several long moments, surrounded by a weighty silence. Neither of them seemed to want to break it, but after a minute or so, Charlotte huffed and spoke up. Rather, Charlotte groaned. “So the lightning, huh?” “Yeah, definitely the lightning,” Sam replied with a sigh. “Well, it’s not like we can do that again.” “You don’t screw around with lightning twice.” “So we’re stuck like this.” “Guess so.” “Fuck,” they both finished in unison. Another silence, but this one felt… more resolved. They were in it together, at least. It was Sam’s turn to break the silence now. “So, what now?” Sam asked, sitting up a little straighter in her bed. “We just live as each other?” The thought of living out the rest of her life as Charlotte Flair brought on a number of extremely complicated feelings for Sam. On the one hand, the idea of living as a professional wrestler, of stepping into the ring and fighting for a title was a dream come true. It sounded exhilarating, like the life he’d always fantasized about but simply couldn’t make a reality. On the other hand… Sam wasn’t a wrestler. She knew what the moves looked like, definitely, but she’d never done them herself, and she had no idea what kinds of training and exercise went into maintaining the Amazonian body she now found herself in. Not to mention every other aspect of Charlotte’s life, her family, her acting— “Relax, it’ll be fine,” Charlotte said from across the room, as if reading Sam’s mind. “I’ll coach you through the hard stuff, and the rest is mostly just standing and smiling. And you can help me through your life. We’ll figure it out.” Sam nodded, taking a deep breath to calm the frantic thumping in his chest. She shifted a little, moving the blanket and brushing at the stray locks of hair tickling her neck. There were definitely some things she’d need to get used to about Charlotte’s body. “So… you and Becky, huh?” “Yeah, for a couple of months now,” Charlotte replied with a sigh, his hand coming up to rub at the unfamiliar sensation of stubble on his jaw. “Mostly it’s just sex, in between our schedules. I guess that’s your problem now, she isn’t into guys.” Sam frowned. The idea of it sent a strange thrill down her spine. While she hadn’t known before that Becky Lynch had been a lesbian, it wasn’t necessarily something that surprised her. The thought of sex with her, even as a woman, though, was something that very much intrigued her… “Just be cool about it, when you see it,” Charlotte said, gesturing down toward her pelvis. “Becky’s kind of self-conscious about her—“ Just then, the door opened, and Charlotte’s face became a study in nonchalance. The nurse opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes flashed to Charlotte, leaning against the wall in his hospital gown and trying not to draw attention. A plan doomed for failure, it would seem. “I’m sorry, but you should be in your room,” the nurse said without any hint of apology in her voice. Charlotte nodded, gesturing toward Sam in bed and moving awkwardly toward the door. “Yeah, sorry, I was just checking on my friend here.” The next couple of minutes were largely composed of Sam sitting quietly while the nurse checked her vitals, asking her if she was in any pain, how her lungs were feeling, and by the time she was finished, Becky had slipped back into the room. The nurse gave the redheaded woman a weary look, then left, closing the door behind her. “So you’re really alright, then?” Becky asked softly, drawing nearer to the bed with careful steps. “I was so worried when I heard…” Sam nodded, though she had trouble meeting the other woman’s eyes. Becky thought she was talking to Charlotte, but instead, it was just Sam. She couldn’t be what she wanted, who she wanted, not while dealing with all the strangeness of being in another body. Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes, the stress of it all landing squarely on her shoulders as the reality of the situation continued to set in. “Hey, come on, it’s okay,” Becky murmured, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and wrapping her powerful arms around Sam. “I’m right here, Char, I’ve got you…” “I-it’s just really stressful,” Sam mumbled quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “I c-could’ve died.” Becky squeezed her tightly, one hand coming around to rub Sam’s back. The hospital gown connected with ties at her neck, waist, and thighs, leaving much of her back bare, and while she still had her bra and underwear—thank God—Becky managed to slide her hand between the ties to meet Sam’s bare skin. A shiver washed up her spine as the redhead’s fingers played along the lines of her musculature, and Sam realized that this body was incredibly sensitive. Every movement of Becky’s fingertips sent pleasant tingling to radiate throughout her body. A pleasant buzzing took up in Sam’s head, drowning out most of her thoughts and leaving gentle, comfortable musings in their stead. Was this what women felt like when they were touched? Or was this body just extra sensitive? Either way, it was a wonderful feeling; so wonderful, in fact, that Sam let out a soft breath, feeling her nipples begin to stiffen against the padding of her bra. “Mmm, I know what you mean,” Becky purred into her hear, sending a new wave of shuddering through her as her warm breath tingled along her ear. “Turn over. I’ll give you a massage.” Something in the way she said it seemed odd, but Sam thought the idea sounded really rather nice, so turn over she did. The mattress was actually rather plush and soft for a hospital bed, and the linens that lay overtop it were cool against Sam’s cheek as she lay down. As she flipped, she heard a noise from Becky, turning to look. “It’d be kind of hard to rub your back through the cloth,” Becky mused, and she had a strange, almost hungry look in her eyes as she spoke. “I’ll just tie it up again afterward.” Sam felt a blush come on, heat washing through her cheeks as Becky untied the straps and opened the gown. Underneath, Sam wore a black sports bra, which had mercifully been left on by the paramedics and nursing staff since they hadn’t needed it out of the way to treat her. Mercifully because, for the life of her, Sam had no idea how to put a sports bra on, or any other kind of bra for that matter. What she did know, though, was that most of her back was now bare to the woman beside her, and Sam threw a glance back to survey the emotion on her face.’ Becky seemed thrilled. The redhead’s honey-brown eyes drank in every new inch of exposed skin, and the way she looked at her sent fresh shivers through Sam. Before she could think about it too much, Sam pulled a pillow down to her and buried her face in it, trying hard to fight back the heat that warred for her face. She’d never been this sensitive to things when she’d been in her original body, but something about Charlotte’s made her hyper-aware of every little thing that Becky did. It was made no easier as Becky climbed up beside her, causing the bed to shift a little as it accommodated the wrestler’s weight. Sam realized she was holding her breath, and made a conscious effort to relax—at least until Becky’s hand came down across her back. Her fingers were smooth and strong, gliding carefully along the contours of Sam’s back starting at her waist. Another wave of shuddering delight traveled up her back as Becky began to knead and roll the muscles beneath her fingers, drawing soft groans out of Sam with each movement. The next few minutes were ecstasy, and more than a little relaxing. Sam hadn’t realized how tense she had been, but Becky more than did her part finding the knots in her muscles and slowly, deliciously working them out. The redheaded wrestler went far longer than necessary as well, relentless searching out every tight part of her back and working it until it relaxed. The treatment left Sam so relaxed and content that she hadn’t even realized Becky had dipped down past her waist until she was slipping her panties off. “B-Becky? What are you doing?” “Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” Becky replied, her voice husky with raw lust. “Just let me take care of you.” Sam opened her mouth to protest, but just then, Becky’s lips came down on the center of her spine, forcing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from Sam’s mouth. Becky didn’t let up, either, kissing and licking down Sam’s back even as her hands massaged determined circles into Sam’s full, round ass cheeks. Every touch sent electricity sizzling through Sam’s brain, and she could feel that her nipples were achingly hard, and more so… she was so, so wet. The realization surprised her. It had come on so quickly, Sam hardly even recognized the fact that she was aroused before her cunt was completely soaked. As a man, Sam would’ve been rock hard, of course, but this was an arousal all its own, pussy twitching with every new kiss or touch. She could feel how turned on she was in her very core, and the sensation of it was like a fog in her brain. Finally, Becky’s mouth reached her crotch. A flash of embarrassment flitted through Sam’s mind, though she realized it was sort of silly—Becky had done this herself, so it reasoned that she knew what to expect. Her embarrassment wasn’t lessened by the deep breath Becky took in, though. “God, your pussy always smells so good,” Becky groaned, her face so close to Sam’s womanhood that her lips brushed it when she spoke. “And I know it tastes even better…” The redhead leaned in just a bit closer a planted a long kiss against Sam’s cunt, tongue flicking out against her clit. The bolt of lightning that melted Sam’s brain in that moment was harsh and sudden. There was no build for this one, no glorious crescendo to a pinnacle of pleasure. Her body trembled, back arching, a startled curse leaving her mouth as a jet of girlcum sprayed out of her pussy with a fsssh! Her climax lasted a handful of moments that felt like a handful of days. She panted heavily into her pillow, fingers clenching. Was this what it felt like to be a woman? How could they endure something like that? And moreover, how were they not all hopelessly addicted to it? “Wow, it usually takes hours to get you to squirt like that,” Becky chuckled from behind her. “You must’ve been pretty pent up. Hope you don’t pass out like that time in Tampa, but… I can’t go all out like that anyway.” Small miracles, Sam thought to herself, though it was less like a thought and more like a flash of emotion. She still felt sluggish and dumb, with the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. I-I should tell her to stop for now. I can say I’m tired, or that my arm hu— SLAP! The feeling of something fat and heavy and very, very warm flopping onto her ass snapped Sam out of her reverie. What on Earth? Her arm? Sam turned, blonde hair cascading down the side of her face… … and froze. It wasn’t an arm. It was a twelve-inch cock. A massive, veiny cock that throbbed and twitched, resting in the cleft of her ass. Becky had her full lower lip clutched between her teeth, staring down at the clenching slit of Sam’s pussy, but the look in her eyes was raw and bestial. Dumb realization slowly washed over her: Becky Lynch was a futanari, and she was planning on stuffing every inch of that enormous cock into Sam. She realized this just as Becky reached down and spread her ass to slide into her pussy. The head was fat and blunt and spread her in ways she never could’ve imagined, though this was to be expected since she’d never had a pussy before. But just given the sheer size of Becky’s cock, Sam knew that only a woman with a powerful body could have taken such a massive member. Every inch was ruinous as Becky forced her way deeper and deeper, but still, it slid into her with surprising ease given how soaking wet she was. Sam groaned with each new little push until finally her ass met Becky’s muscular groin, her tongue lolling out onto the sheet as she panted and huffed. It was so deep inside of her that it felt like it was in her stomach, as if she couldn’t completely fill her lungs. “Alright, final push, baby,” Becky murmured. That was the only warning Sam got before Becky shifted her hips, planted her feet so that she was in a kind of squat, and slammed the last two inches in Sam’s cunt. The fat head of Becky’s cock rammed into Sam’s cervix with an audible sound, and every panting breath, every delicious moment of Becky’s entry forced its way back into Sam’s brain like a spike of pure pleasure. She had thought her first orgasm was powerful, but this one was devastating, and accompanied by a fresh spray of clear girlcum that soaked into the sheets beneath them. “Wow, you really must’ve missed me,” Becky chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss Sam’s neck. Sam didn’t hear her, though. She was too busy cumming her brains out. Orgasm number two of dozens that night in the hospital. Sam was barely conscious by the time Becky lay down beside her.

Chapter 2 - I Hear She Swallows (gokkun, cum diet)

Devi loved cum. Loved everything about it, in fact, and not just because one of her body mods made it so that her digestive enzymes processed a fresh load of nut-butter at total efficiency, making it one of the healthiest snacks she could get her hands on. The taste, the texture, the feel of it gushing into her mouth in dense jets… to Devi, it was ambrosia handed down from on high. She ruminated on this as she idly worked another sticky load from a fat cock that she didn’t recognize into a glass; she didn’t do it often, but on a cold winter day, there was nothing like a cup of steaming-hot jizz to make her feel all was right in the world. This hadn’t always been the case, though. First starting out in the competitive world of compensated relief station sluttery, one of her biggest complaints was that she hated swallowing. The mere image of cock-sludge coming anywhere near her delicate mouth, or oozing down her throat, had set Devi's stomach churning. Just when she’d managed to wrangle her current posting, though, her beaten-down old Mitsuyoda had finally given up on her, and that daunting challenge of affording a new car had arisen. It had seemed insurmountable, but then a friend of hers (a volunteer relief worker who’d had somebody’s tenta-cocks buried in her womb at the time) had suggested an ingenious plan to get the money quickly: since her augmentations could process semen as an efficient food source, why not save the money she would normally spend on food and just suck down gallon upon gallon of nutrient-rich ball-slop instead? Ingenious. Inspired, really. Once she got past her aversion to jizz, it was damn-near foolproof. Needless to say, the first month had been… difficult. Swallowing was tough work, but she’d had some leftover stores of food from the month before, and what little she could spare from the stipend she got to pay for relief station necessities (lube, dildos, cock-rings, etcetera) could be used to pay for some light snacks. With each day that passed, though, she trained herself to get past her mental hang-ups, working to get a little more syrupy cum down her gullet in the name of her personal savings. By the second month, things were going pretty well. She’d managed to get herself to drink perhaps eight ounces of thick reproductive fluid per day, which seemed to be just enough to tide her over for a day so long as she got a couple of slices of bread down, too. It left her stomach aching in hunger, though, and she found herself growing crabby and irritable. It had been around that time that her volunteer friend (this time managing to say it around some lucky pooch’s fist-sized knot) suggested she “burn the boats”, so to say, and stop buying food altogether. If there was nothing else to eat, she’d be forced to get over her issues, right? Which was about as good an idea as any Devi had heard up to that point. So she’d finished the last of her food that month, tightened her metaphorical belt, and got to work. By the end of her third month, Devi was totally used to sucking down the sticky fruits of her labor, and she was chugging entire cups’ worth of semen a day. She found that around thirty-two ounces would keep her from getting hungry, but forty-four ounces was a sweet spot that left her feeling energized and normal throughout the day. Month four was when a true love of jizz began to settle into her heart. She was quickly becoming a cum connoisseur, learning to identify the different textures and tastes of it. Soon, Devi could pick out the individual flavors as they related to different producers, from the excessive amount of musky slop horses offered, to the rich geysers that came from dogs, to the nauseatingly-thick sludge hypervirile futa breeders worked out. She relished it all equally, playing with it in her mouth and coating her tongue with each load’s unique palette before swallowing it down. By month five, Devi had just enough to buy a used car, which was nice—but why stop there? She’d become a full-on jizz junkie by that point, relishing the taste and feel of semen on her tongue, gulping it down in heavy draughts that left her sated and full. So Devi kept going, drinking cum day in and out and keeping track of her favorites, banking her money all the while. She made it a full year before she decided she might as well go back to eating normally. This was her choice, though she hadn’t made it on a whim; rather, when invited to dinner by her friend (this time while struggling to breathe around a massive member lodged in her guts somewhere near her sternum), Devi realized… she couldn’t remember what solid food tasted like, or even the feel of it in her mouth. She’d been sucking down ball slop for so long she’d forgotten what it was like to eat! But those were good days, Devi thought back to herself, reminiscing as she drained the mug in her hand and working down a mouthful of rich, dense semen. Maybe I should save up for a TV or something…

Chapter 0 - Journey's Start

Serissa Mystrum entered the throne room with her head bowed, hands hidden within the sleeves of her voluminous robes. Her bare feet were silent against the polished marble of the floor as she walked. The hall was extensive, and it was still several dozen steps before she arrived before the throne itself, despite the fact that she and the throne’s occupant were the only ones in the room. Her heart thumped softly as she knelt, robes brushing the floor as she bowed low; she hadn’t been summoned to the throne room in almost twenty years. “Rise, Serissa,” came the imperious voice, and so Serissa rose, though she looked pointedly at the ground in supplication. “It has been too long, daughter. Come to me, that I may look at you.” Serissa raised her eyes finally, meeting the glacial gaze of her mother. The Empress Eternal was a tall, imposing woman, and the effect was only supplemented by the massive silver throne upon which she sat. As she approached, climbing each of the broad steps to where her mother and sovereign perched, Serissa couldn’t help but feel a flash of bitter resentment. It had been too long since she’d seen her mother—since she’d been sent off to a Revali temple to wither under the religion’s oppressive tenants. Twenty years was little more than a breeze in the tempest of an elf’s life span, but each year had grated against her soul with the sting of an insult. Now that she was back amongst the opulence and grandeur of the White Gold Palace, she couldn’t help but hate it, and all those who inhabited it. “An honor, my Sovereign,” Serissa said as she leaned in to kiss her mother on the cheek, biting back her jealousy and frustration until her voice sounded pleasant, if flat. “I have missed you.” “And I, you, child,” the Empress replied, turning her lips up in a regal smile that didn’t change the rest of her face in any way. Such was the woman’s appearance, though; elves still aged, albeit much slower than most other races, but the Immortal Sovereign’s body had stopped being affected by time altogether at the relatively youthful age of three hundred, leaving her a pale and slender beauty centuries beyond her prime. Only her eyes and demeanor belied her true fifteen hundred years, both possessed of a depth beyond her outside appearance. “How do your studies of the Revali’tah progress?” Serissa raised her bladed hand vertically to bisect her face, giving the formal greeting of the Revali even as she struggled to hold back her vitriol; of course her mother would bring up Serissa’s forced devotion to a religion that worshipped the Empress Eternal as a goddess. “They go well, though I admit that I am loathe to begin my formal training to become a true Reva. It is… not a life I would have chosen for myself.” Silence settled over the great hall then, and Serissa stood stock-still as her mother’s icy blue gaze drilled into her with an unnatural intensity. She hated when the Empress did this, stared at her as if to get an in-depth look at her soul. Eventually, the Sovereign blinked, though, and Serissa quietly began to breathe again. “And if I told you there was a way for you to reclaim your former lifestyle? Or even to become my Heir Apparent?” Serissa’s eyes widened. “But… but what about Ellaveryn?” The Empress pursed her lips lightly, the only emotion to show on her otherwise blank, almost stony expression. It was several moments before the woman spoke again. “I am considering expanding the Empire into the Silver Mounts.” Serissa scrambled to keep up with this new direction, replying, “What of the Hordelands? I doubt the minotaurs would allow our deployments to pass through unhindered.” “I have been negotiating with the leader of the largest tribe, Chieftess Nakani,” the Immortal Sovereign answered, interlacing her delicate fingers. “She has assured me an alliance would be mutually-beneficial. We would be allowed free use of routes through the Hordelands, as well as establish outposts every two days’ ride. In return, they would continue to govern themselves as they see fit, and maintain control over the Hordelands without oversight, with a promise of mutual military support in the unlikely event it is ever needed. And… one other thing.” Struggling to keep her eyes from rolling at the Empress’ theatrics, Serissa took the bait. “What other thing?” “Your sister.” Serissa nearly choked. “Y-you would trade Ellaveryn to the minotaurs like so much meat?” The Sovereign’s eyes turned sharp, and Serissa immediately regretted her outburst. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, and Serissa turned the idea over in her mind. Certainly, an alliance with the minotaurs of the Hordelands would be beneficial, especially in a campaign against the half-giants of the Silver Mounts. And deeper than that, Serissa felt a certain bitter joy at the thought of haughty, condescending Ellaveryn being sold off to the minotaurs like a prized cow.  Ellaveryn, who was always so arrogant and proud, playing cruel pranks on her younger sister, like cutting the laces of Serissa’s dress in the middle of the Hearthmas Ball so her gown practically fell off of her in front of everyone. Or the time she’d taken Serissa to the famous hot springs at Tel’Ashan, and convinced her she should walk nude into the baths… and then sent her into the soldiers’ bathhouse. Serissa’s heart heated through with a black resentment at the thought of all her sister had done to her, how she had humiliated Serissa again and again. Minotaurs had a reputation for their treatment of women from other races… and the thought of them doing even half of those things to Ellaveryn sent a harsh thrill through her. “Your sister has grown haughty and proud, so sure in her place as Heir Apparent,” the Empress said, her eyes flashing in the morning sunlight. “But I can see that you have tempered during your studies of the Revali’tah. I think you are fit for the title now, more fit than Ellaveryn.” A wave of pleasure washed through Serissa as she received her mother’s praise, a hard-fought and rarely-won prize that she’d hunted all her two hundred years. It was followed by a rip-tide of triumphant malice as she realized not only was her mother praising Serissa, she was also condemning Ellaveryn in the same breath. “I think an alliance with the minotaurs is a wonderful idea,” Serissa said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “And Ellaveryn, no doubt, would be happy to serve the Undying Empire in whatever way you see fit, my Sovereign.” *** The sunrise over Tel’Myranna was something rarely matched in beauty. The golden light cast rays over the city that glittered brilliantly, throwing up a halo over the entire city that could be seen for a league in any direction. Over it all stood the White-Gold Palace, home of the Empress Eternal, towering above the city like a shining sentinel. Homes and buildings stretched for half a league in every direction, dotted here and there with penants bearing the Empire’s sun-and-spear crest. Huge defensive walls enclosed the city, made entirely of gleaming white marble, and it was at the base of these walls that they met, near the western gate. Ellaveryn stood alongside her steward, and a small compliment of soldiers that were meant to act as their escort. The way to the Hordelands ran largely through the Mosswood Forest, a dark wood full of storied legends. It was common for people to pass through entirely unharmed, but there was no reason to be careless, especially when their destination was one of the biggest threats to travelers. The elven princess herself drummed restlessly on the gilded basket-hilt of her rapier, growing impatient as the sun crossed through the sky. “I know they’re a simple, flea-ridden people, but I fail to understand this lack of punctuality,” she grumbled to her steward, her tone cross and condescending. “This alliance between our peoples would be hugely beneficial to them, assuming they even understand the value of things like clean water and not having to root through the dirt for food like animals.” Imveress Karvum was a calm, patient woman, well-suited to her job, and it showed on her face as she waited. “Do not think yourself above them, Princess Ellaveryn. Theirs is a different way of life, but that does not make it the wrong way.” “Still, you’d think they’d bother to be on time…” And then she noticed the shadow fall over her. It wasn’t that she was oblivious, but between the sounds of people traveling in and out of the gate and the near-blinding glow of the walls’ reflecting light, her awareness was greatly diminished. “You’ll have to forgive me, Princess,” came a gruff, yet feminine voice. “I noticed the number of soldiers you brought and thought it would be best to keep my distance for a bit.” The sheer size of her was what Ellaveryn noticed first. The minotaur towered over even her father by a full head, a pair of horns reaching up toward the sky to add a few extra inches of imposing stature. As her eyes adjusted, the young elf took in her other features: a broad, bovine skull inset with two huge green eyes, skin pelted with bristly reddish-brown fur, centered on a muzzle capped by a pale brown nose. Her frame was bulky and powerful, and she looked like she could have given three or four elven warriors a challenge in combat. The majority of her body was sheathed in a rough cloak made of stag’s pelts, concealing a great deal of her from view. “It’s no trouble at all,” Imveress murmured, dipping her head in a sign of respect. “Vigilance is the defense of the wise. We welcome you to our city, Chieftess Nakani, if briefly.” Nakani bowed her head in return, though her emerald-green eyes never left Ellaveryn. The young elf wasn’t shy in the slightest, but something about the way the massive minotaur’s eyes and confident smile drilled into her made her squirm on the inside. Nakani looked at her as if she had already figured Ellaveryn out, and knew exactly what she wanted to do with her. “Chieftess Nakani,” Ella managed a beat late, hastily bowing her head as well. “It is an honor, of course. I am Princess Ellaveryn Mystrum, Heir Apparent to the Undying Empire, and this is my steward, Imveress. On behalf of our Immortal Sovereign, I offer congratulations. This alliance with the Undying Empire will no doubt be a prosperous one for your people.” The minotaur tilted her head, eyes quizzical but with the same knowing expression. “Do you imply that an alliance wouldn’t benefit the Empire in the same way?” Ellaveryn frowned, holding the other woman’s gaze and replying, “Advantages to the Undying Empire would be minimal, would they not? The Hordelands offer helpful trade routes and strategic points, to be certain, but if my mother wished it so, she could simply take them from you. Your people, however, gain protection, medicines, technologies that will pull you out of your savage huts—“ “What my Princess means to say is that the Undying Empire is happy to share its bounty with your people,” Imveress interjected, eyeing Ellaveryn carefully. “The Immortal Sovereign will shower you with gifts as if you were her own people.” Chieftess Nakani nodded once, though like before, her gaze remained steadily on Ellaveryn. The younger elf frowned inwardly; what part of what she’d said had been incorrect? “In any case,” Imveress added quickly, stepping forward, “Perhaps it is time you are on your way. The road is long, I know, and you have a great deal to cover before arriving.” Nakani tossed her massive head, gesturing with a horn to the soldiers preparing to escort them. “They must stay here,” she said, her voice gruffer than either of the elves’. “And we must walk. In order for you to enter our stronghold, you’ll need to undergo the complete set of initiation rites we hold for young M’kani. I am prepared to perform them for you, Princess Ellaveryn, but only you.” Ellaveryn snorted. “I would prefer the soldiers accompany us, Chieftess, in case of dangers along the way.” “I am by far the most dangerous thing along the way,” Nakani replied, those intense green eyes drilling into Ella’s in a way that made the princess want to look down at the ground in supplication. That overwhelming, meticulous gaze reminded Ellaveryn of her mother’s, and the thought made her shudder. “The soldiers were merely a formality, my Princess,” Imveress murmured, waving the group of warriors to return to the palace. “Truly, the Mosswood is only dangerous to those unwary, and neither you, nor Chieftess Nakani, are unwary.” Ella pursed her lips, but nodded. Imveress was right, anyhow; she could handle herself just fine. She’d mastered a number of blade forms in her time, and she was known to be little more than a blur on the battlefield. Besides, she could only imagine that the Chieftess would do her utmost to keep Ellaveryn alive, if for no other reason than to keep the alliance alive. “Very well, then,” Ellaveryn acquiesced, turning to Imveress. “If you would, Imveress, fetch my rucksack from Captain Faustin. It has my supplies for the journey in it.” But Nakani interjected, “Not necessary, Princess. I have brought supplies for two, along with a number of foods for you to enjoy for the length of the journey, so that you may be prepared for your time among my people. Only delicacies, I assure you.” Ellaveryn wanted to protest, but Imveress threw her robed arms outward, as if to celebrate this momentous fortune. “What a wonderful idea,” the old steward exclaimed, aiming a smile at Ellaveryn that irritated her to no end. “And on that note, our Immortal Sovereign herself implores you to do as Chieftess Nakani wishes. The weight of our alliance with the M’kani rests on your shoulders, Princess Ellaveryn.” The princess rolled her eyes; Imveress was laying it on rather heavily, but she knew the steward had a point. The minotaurs were little more than savages, after all, and one never knew what might set them off. So she bit back a harsh response and forced a smile instead. “How very thoughtful, Chieftess Nakani,” Ella murmured, struggling to hold the minotaur’s unwavering gaze. “I look forward to sampling them with you when we make camp this evening.” Nakani dipped her head again, but she still wore that damnable smile, which seemed to Ellaveryn to be growing more and more smug by the moment. “We should leave soon,” was the minotaur’s only reply. The next few minutes followed much the same way. Imveress offered more empty platitudes and goodbyes on her own behalf, on behalf of the Empire, on behalf of the Empress Eternal herself. Ella fought off the urge to roll her eyes on several occasions. And eventually, the princess turned alongside the massive minotaur chieftess to begin the long walk to the Hordelands. *** The sun grew higher and hotter as they began their journey, making their way across the farmland around the city toward the Mosswood. After about an hour of walking, Nakani halted suddenly. Without saying a word, she began to shuck off the heavy cloak she’d been wearing, reveling a truly powerful physique underneath.  The minotaur’s body was criss-crossed with scars from battle, and the lines of fresh skin marked and traced the woman’s prominent musculature. Her figure was easily that of a warrior, but her femininity still dusted over it all in the swell of her hips, the curve of her torso, and the massive breasts that dominated Nakani’s chest. Each full mound of flesh was easily the size of Ellaveryn’s head, perhaps even larger, and held in place by a band of thick leather that left much of them bare, as well as the rest of the minotaur’s torso. Below that, Nakani wore a simple leather skirt that came down more or less to mid-thigh, leaving the furry trunks of muscle that held her upright exposed right down to the huge cloven hooves. “Wh-what are you doing?” Ellaveryn asked in surprise, cocking a brow as the minotaur seemed intent on stripping. “Taking off my traveling cloak,” Nakani replied, reaching around to stuff the wadded up clothing into her pack. “I only wore it in the city to keep people from panicking, and it’s too hot out here for it to be comfortable.” Only then did the smell slam into Ellaveryn. Her next breath drew in a wave of body odor and musk that coated her throat in an instant. Oily sweat clung to every inch of Nakani’s body, but especially the thick mat of fur that peeked out from under the minotaur’s underarms. It dripped from her extremities like a stinking rain, making her skin glisten beneath the bristly fur that covered her body, and it set Ella’s eyes to watering within moments. “Undying Ruler,” Ellaveryn swore, turning in the hopes of finding a breeze or patch of untainted air, but found little in the way of relief. “H-how long were you wearing it?” Nakani shrugged, cocking one thick eyebrow and wearing a bemused grin. “A few hours. Why?” “No reason,” Ellaveryn said quickly, doing her best to breathe through her nose without gagging. She could swear she was feeling a little lightheaded, though whether that was from the smell or the awkward breathing, Ella knew not. “I just want you to be comfortable with me, Chieftess, since we will be working closely in the future.” The Chieftess nodded her massive bovine head, her bull’s horns casting a strange shadow on the ground, and continued walking. It would be several hours more of this before the sun began to sink below the horizon, and Nakani chose a site for them to camp for the evening. The minotaur woman did everything without a word, setting out a low dome of hides to serve as a tent before turning back to the pack she’d been carrying. “No second tent,” Ellaveryn noted out loud. “Where will you sleep?” Nakani snorted and shook her head, saying, “Minotaurs sleep together in tents, for body heat and safety. And now so do you.” Ella’s heart sank. While the sweat in her fur had dried out over time, Nakani still smelled like a well-raced horse, and the elf had been careful to keep upwind. The stench of the minotaur was almost palpable, and it felt like it was tainting her lungs, washing through her body and clouding her mind. But the Mosswood got cold in the evenings, especially this time of year. Even worse, any number of things could happen to a person sleeping unprotected. The flimsy hide of the tent might not stop a sword, but it would dissuade most creatures by sheer virtue of existing. “Th-that makes sense,” Ellaveryn said, gritting her teeth. In her mind, though, she was already dreading the evening to come. How would she ever get to sleep with the stink of that minotaur filling the tent? *** The answer, it seemed, was pretty well. They’d only just started eating, but already Ella was exhausted. The travel, along with the heat of the sun on their backs, must have taken more out of her than she had expected, because she was having trouble keeping her eyes open as Nakani handed her the next minotaur “delicacy”. The food had been revolting, so far. The first thing Nakani had given her was a mug of some sort of curdled milk, but it was different from any kind she’d ever had before. It was the wrong texture, for one, smoother than normal curdled milk but still nauseatingly thick, and the smell was horrid. Ellaveryn had been forced to hold her breath as she took the first slug of it, and gagged at the musky taste. It settled into her stomach like some sort of sludgy glue, coating her throat and sticking to her insides. At Nakani’s insistence, though, she chugged more of it down. To her surprise, each heavy pull of the milk had been a little easier, and as she quaffed it down, a warm buzz began to haze her mind. She glanced to the chieftess and cocked a slender eyebrow. “Is there alcohol in this?” “It’s fermented,” Nakani replied with a shrug. “Eat a little, it’ll help.” Ella nodded, reaching for the most innocuous-looking thing the minotaur had set before her, a simple piece of flatbread with something spread upon it. As she raised it to her face, her nose rankled at the odor. The spread appeared to be some sort of soft cheese, thick and pungent and slightly yellowed. She took a bite without thinking, and her stomach churned at the greasy feel of it on her tongue. Still, she managed to swallow it, but the warmth in her belly only seemed to increase. “M-maybe I should just go,” Ellaveryn began, breaking off as she tried and failed to rise to her feet. Just how fermented had that milk been? “J-just go to… to sleep…” Nakani eyed her warily, with something almost like worry across her bovine face. She rose easily, moving to the princess in two great strides, and within moments had Ellaveryn swept into her massive, powerful arms. The elf felt her heart skip a beat—she wasn’t sure anybody had ever swept them into their arms before, and despite the fact that it was this savage, she thought maybe it wasn’t so bad. “I c-can walk…” She mumbled, though she wasn’t really sure she wanted to walk. It was moot, though, because Nakani was already carrying her carefully into the small tent and settling her slender body onto a pile of furs and blankets. Within moments, she was sweating. The little bivouac seemed to be designed to trap heat, and between that and the thick covers she was laying on, she could feel her body break out with moisture. It clung to her skin, beading between her breasts and under her arms, and she began to struggle out of her clothes. The strange, buzzing warmth that had spread through her made her fingers slow and clumsy, but she managed the first clasp on her tunic before Nakani leaned over her. “Relax, I’ll do this,” the chieftess murmured, her massive hands surprisingly gentle as they pushed Ella’s smaller digits away. She got the clasps undone after a moment, and let the garment fall away to the princess’ sides, revealing a gauzy white undershirt.  The low-slung leather weapons belt came next, and soon, Nakani was working at the toggle that secured Ellaveryn’s trousers. The elf felt a soft blush warm her already heated skin, but said nothing as the minotar carefully slid the down her legs, laying her clothing and weapons in a heap on one side of the tent. Ella felt somehow vulnerable and safe at once, her full lip caught between her teeth. What her people would’ve thought if they could see her now, wearing nothing but her underthings in front of this beast—even if that beast had shown an unusual amount of care and intelligence. Her blush only grew stronger when Nakani began to take off her own clothing. Not that there was much in the first place; the chieftess unhooked a simple hasp under her arm, and suddenly her breasts were bear, massive and jiggling. The mounds were even bigger than Ellaveryn had originally thought, two watermelon-sized mountains of flesh capped with dark, puffy nipples. The breast band joined the pile of clothing in the corner, soon to be followed by the simple leather war skirt she’d been wearing.  Ella almost managed to avert her eyes, but not before she caught sight of the thick tangle of pubic hair decorating her mound, or the— The… The massive cock that dangled between her legs, at least six inches and completely flaccid. Ellaveryn’s mind whirled as she took in this realization: Nakani was a Twinsoul, born a woman with a man’s genitals below the waist. And they were all there, Ella noticed, her face enflamed as she eyed the swaying sack nestled in Nakani’s thighs, each fat testicle the size of her fist. “Y-you’re a…” Ellaveryn managed, a fresh wave of sweat breaking out along her body. “A Twinsoul.” And then she was asleep. *** This arrangement had already gone even better than Nakani could’ve hoped. She’d always heard that Princess Ellaveryn was beautiful and proud, but she hadn’t yet seen her when she’d proposed two bond the Hordelands and the Undying Empire through marriage. The sight of her alone at the gate to Tel’Myranna had been enough to stiffen her cock beneath her robes. Now, though, Nakani couldn’t help a shudder of anticipation. The sleeping draft she’d dosed Ellaveryn’s food with had been more powerful than she’d anticipated, but it had done its job well. The princess was passed out and near-naked, her body on display and limned with sweat. Nakani’s massive member began to rise languidly, throbbing with blood as she breathed the scent of the princess in. Even sweating and worn from travel, Ellaveryn smelled of hyacinth and cool water, a refreshing scent that made the chieftess feel cleaner, somehow, for simply being in her presence. Her hand snaked down her waist to the now-rigid cock she sported. At full length, it was a foot and a half long, big enough to make most any man self-conscious. On top of that, it was filthy; clinging to the smooth bullmeat is a slick coating of sweat, rancid cum, and filth, culminating in a sludgy, yellowed ring of smegma on the outer edge of the flare, disgusting and eye-watering in its appearance. Had Ella been awake, she would’ve recognized it as the putrid “cheese” she’d eaten earlier spread over bread. On a whim, Nakani reached down and swiped her finger through the nasty mire, then slipped the finger between the elf’s lips to wipe it away on her soft tongue. The minotaur’s hands roamed Ellaveryn’s body, exploring smooth skin and soft, unmarred flesh so unlike her own. The princess’ body was pale and clean and perfect—but it wouldn’t be for long, if Nakani had anything to say about it. Ellaveryn would make a wonderful wife, but first Nakani would have to make her body a little more suitable to the task. Nakani’s fluids would take care of that, but she relished breaking the poor girl’s mind a bit, at least until the truth came out. And speaking of cumming, Nakani planned to do just that. She knelt, cock in hand, and ran her broad tongue across the expanse of Ellaveryn’s smooth stomach, lapping up a bit of her sweat in the process and leaving behind a slimy sheen of saliva. Her tongue was almost six inches long, and it snaked underneath the waist of the elf’s thin panties to brush across her modest pubic mound. There was only a scattering of delicate hairs there, dusted down to the pudgy mound of her tiny virginal cunt. Just as well. Nakani would break it in soon. But not yet. No, tonight was the base of all that was to come. She knew that Ellaveryn didn’t think highly of minotaurs, considering them little more than animals, and so the process of corrupting the girl would be wonderful. The mere idea of it made her balls clench and her cock twitch, and while she normally would’ve tried to hold off, that wasn’t the point today. Nakani slid the crotch of Ellaveryn’s panties to the side, grinding the blunt tip of her cock into the girl’s virgin pussy. It was far too tight for her to enter, but she was easily able to clean the fat head off, smearing a thick layer of greasy smegma across Ellaveryn’s puffy lips, making sure to pay special attention to her clit. She was rewarded with a soft moan from the sleeping woman, and it proved too much for Nakani to handle. The first surge of cum splattered across Ellavern’s pussy, coating her inner thighs and much of her hips with hot, virile semen. Nakani had held off for a few days to make sure this first load was especially strong, and she could feel her balls churning with it. The disgusting semen went a little higher this time, coating Ella’s stomach and chest, rendering her undergarments translucent with the deluge of fucksludge. The last jets of over-thick jizz slapped across Ellaveryn’s face, and Nakani groaned as it did, plastering the elf’s hair to her skin and leaving her completely drenched in hot jizz. That would definitely jumpstart the process. *** The past week had put Ellaveryn through a gauntlet of issues she’d simply never faced in the past. She’d woken up the second day of their journey covered head to toe in congealed, jelly-like semen, the tent so full of Nakani’s dizzying musk that she was practically paralyzed for almost an hour, until the minotaur herself had woken up and opened the tent up. Once she’d finally managed to gather herself enough to demand an explanation, Nakani had explained in obscenely blunt terms that she’d had a wet dream that night, which was why Ellaveryn was drenched in cum.  The idea had mortified her, and not just because the realization that all of this dense, virile semen had been but one of the minotaur’s stinking loads had turned her on a little. Also because they were days away from the first rest stop on their journey, or anywhere else she could wash the sticky fluid off of her, and she’d only brought so many sets of underwear with her. And then she’d woken up covered in Nakani’s nauseatingly-thick semen again the next night. And the next. And so on, until they’d finally arrived at the Waypoint, a small inn halfway to the Hordelands. By that point, she’d taken to sleeping naked out of sheer practicality, but she could never wipe every drop of the stuff off of her skin before putting her clothes on, and it dried in places across her body. By the time they’d made it to the Waypoint, she had dried cum flaking off her skin with every movement, and the smell had left what felt like a permanent stain on her body, cloying her senses and hazing her mind with every breath she took.  It left her filthy, and reeking of cum, and above all, so fucking horny. The thought shook her to her roots, but there it was, plain as day. She felt frustrated and pent up, as if she’d realized some part of herself had always been this aroused and she’d only just discovered it, but she could feel it in the way her pussy pulsed with heat and her nipples throbbed against her shirt.  She caught a glance of herself in the mirror: the sun had begun to tan her skin, which was unusual since she didn’t remember ever tanning in her three hundred years of life, but that was what the sun did when you were out in it too long. More than that, though, she felt as though her breasts had gotten a little bigger, her hips a little wider, her ass a little fuller. More than that, dried semen and sweat and grime clung to her skin, and she could see short hairs under her arms when she raised them; she couldn’t remember the servants ever plucking hair from her armpits, but the servants often did so many things around her that she wasn’t aware of, this could easily have been another of them. Ella shuddered at the thought of that: how would she live in the Hordelands without the amenities of the palace? Already she found herself becoming somebody different. But tonight she could finally be rid of the dust and grime and cum, at least for a moment. The Waypoint was famous for its onsen baths, hot springs the inn had walled off for use by patrons; they were nothing compared to the famed springs of Tel'Ashan. Ellaveryn would be able to relax away the stress of her new life, and wash away the hideous, mind-blanking stench of minotaur cum.  “I’m going to the onsen,” Ella said without looking up as Nakani brought their things into their little bungalow, and then she grabbed a towel to make her way out to the springs. She wasn’t expecting Nakani to step in front of her, though. Big, strong, powerful Nakani… with her massive, hideous Twinsoul coc—no, she couldn’t think that way! Ellaveryn could never lower herself to sleeping with a minotaur, even if it was just to work out her frustrations. “I think it’s time for the dedication ritual,” Nakani said, catching the elf off-guard. “It will begin the rites that will make you a part of the M’kani. We can do it here, in the onsen.” Ellaveryn eyed her warily. “Okay… what is that?” “A bath,” is all Nakani said before preparing herself. Half an hour later, with a private hot spring to themselves, the two women stood naked before each other. Ellaveryn kept her eyes low, not out of shame, but out of a vain attempt to keep from staring at the length of bullcock that Nakani possessed. It swayed with each movement, along with those fist-sized balls, and she struggled to keep from gazing at them longingly. “So what does this ritual bath entail, oh mighty chieftess?” Ellaveryn asked, struggling to keep her tone nonchalant. She could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter, though, slicking her thighs as she walked. “Licking each other clean to prove devotion,” Nakani said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A cocky smile played across her bovine lips, though, and Ellaveryn almost couldn’t tell that she meant it. “Are… are you serious?” Nakani only nodded, looking smug. “I…” Ella began, fully intending to tell her no, to admonish the woman for even suggesting it, but—but then she gets a look at that fat cock, and feels the quivering in her poor, neglected womanhood… “You must do it to swear your loyalty and devotion to me,” Nakani murmured, stepping closer to Ellaveryn and proving once again how she towered over the smaller elf. “And I will do it in return. I am your chieftess now, Ellaveryn. I will protect you as I do myself, care for your flesh as I would my own. Unto death.” Ellaveryn’s heart thumped in her chest. Nobody had ever spoken like that to her, and the way that Nakani’s eyes drilled into her made her feel as if she’d never truly been seen before. Would it truly be so bad, devoting herself to Nakani? Even if doing that meant…  “Okay,” Ellaveryn said simply, breathing in the dense musk that surrounded the minotaur. “I’ll do it.” Things moved quickly after that. Nakani took Ellaveryn’s delicate hand and led her to the pool of steaming water, stepping in until the water was about knee-height for the elf. Then the minotaur chieftess sat down on the stone edge of the spring, waiting patiently for Ella to begin. And begin she did. Ellaveryn leaned in timidly, but a breath of the minotaur’s heavy musk was enough to steel her nerve. Then she ran her tongue over Nakani’s muscled neck, causing the minotaur to shiver in pleasure. From there it was easy, with Ella licking and lapping her away through the bristly fur that served as Nakani’s hide. She worked down across the lines of her body, the smooth slope of her throat down into the cleavage of her massive breasts, even over the stiff peaks of her nipples. And all the while, Nakani looked on in rapture, panting softly as she cock grew rigid from the feeling. Ellaveryn worked back around Nakani’s sides as well, tracing her way over the rippling muscles there and up into the minotaur’s armpits. The smell was enough to make her eyes water, but something about it was familiar now, and she swiped her tongue over the thick patch of hair beneath Nakani’s arms without a second thought. Sweat and oil filled her mouth, making her stomach twist as she swallowed it down, and still, she continued. The elf did her best to ignore the massive appendage that throbbed turgidly at Nakani’s waist, but as she moved lower and lower down the chieftess’ body, she had to work around it, bumping gently against the twitching length of bullmeat. It was hotter than the water they’d settled into, and as long as her forearm, and soon, Ella couldn’t ignore it any longer. Ellaveryn looked up at Nakani, then buried her face in the minotaur’s snarled pubic hair, licking away at the filthy, musky mound. Then the elf pressed her lips to the base of the chieftess’ cock and began to kiss her way up the underside of it, suckling and licking noisily at it until she reached the fat bellhead. It was coated in thick, greasy smegma that smelled rancid and horrible. Her stomach flopped at the scent of it, and she realized she was so, so needy. Her womanhood ached at the thought of licking this horrid sludge off of Nakani’s rod, and who was she to deny her body? The chieftess groaned as Ellaveryn ran her tongue around the underside of her cockhead, scooping up a disgusting mouthful of filth. It was sour and nasty on her taste buds, coating her throat as she swallowed it. The fetid mire settled into her stomach with a feeling like finality, and Ella knew that she belonged to Nakani now. She closed her mouth over the fat tip, stretching her jaw to its limit as she made a seal with her lips, swirling her tongue around and around to lap up as much delicious smegma as she could— “Stop.” Nakani’s hands were on her before she could react, powerful grip lifting her bodily out of the water and into the minotaur’s lap. She felt the rigid meat of the chieftess’ cock slide between her legs, and she wanted it so bad, shifting her hips to grind against the tip of it, but then it was sliding farther, over the cleft of her ass and up her spine to seat the elf carefully at the base of it. Nakani’s deep green eyes found Ellaveryn’s icy blue ones, and their intensity made her heart skip a beat. “There’s something you don’t know,” Nakani murmured, her face scant inches away from Ellaveryn’s. “About why you’re coming to the Hordelands.” Ella frowned, but she could barely think about anything other than Nakani’s full lips, so close to her own, and the pulsing, twitching member against her back. “T-to be your ambassador?” Something like regret flashed across the minotaur’s features, and she shook her head. “You’re not coming to be our ambassador,” Nakani said, her tone strange even through the buzzing in Ella’s head. “You’re coming… to be my wife.” Ellaveryn gasped softly, her mind reeling as much from the woman’s musk as the words that left her mouth. Her wife? “When the Empress Eternal proposed an alliance, I didn’t know what to say,” Nakani explained, her eyes closing slowly. “It would’ve benefitted both of us, but I don’t trust her. So I told her I would need one of her daughters to marry me, as a show of good faith. I didn’t think she’d do it, but…” “But she gave you me,” Ellaveryn finished, her heart sinking into her stomach. “And I… simply believed her, and you….” Nakani’s eyes opened once more, offering up their emerald orbs as she spoke, “But you deserve better than that. Better than me. I can’t even… my very aura is corrupting you, Ellaveryn. My scent, my cum, everything about me is changing your body into the perfect breeder for me. You should leave while you still want to.” Shame mixed with regret in Nakani’s chest, and she looked way from Ellaveryn’s clear blue eyes. The elf was still herself on the inside, but even after a few days, the effect Nakani’s presence was having on Ellaveryn’s body was clear. In another week, they’d be at the Hordelands, and Ellaveryn would be almost unrecognizable to her family. How could she allow this to happen to a woman she’d intended to marry? “Do it, then.” Nakani looked up in shock to find Ella looking her in the eyes, panting softly. The elf’s eyes were sad, but something else as well as she looked up at the minotaur.  “Make me yours,” Ellaveryn said, hips slowly lifting into the air until she felt the tip of Nakani’s breeding rod pressed against the soaked folds of her cunt, shuddering softly as it brushed across her clit. “My family doesn’t want me, but… but you do. So take me. Make me your wife.” Nakani stared with wide eyes at the other woman, dumbfounded. “You’ll want this all the time, you know? You’ll be my plaything, do anything I wish?” Ellaveryn nodded in answer, and slowly began to lower herself. The massive head slid into her with surprising ease given that she’d been growing wetter and wetter for the past hour or so. Inch after inch slid into her, until finally she felt the prickly hairs at the base of Nakani’s cock tease against her clit like tiny bristles, making her shiver in delight. A glance down revealed a stark bulge in her stomach, the outline of Nakani’s enormous bullcock pressed against her flesh from the inside out. “I take you as my own,” Nakani groaned, her voice a breathy hiss of pleasure as her cock twitched and throbbed inside the velvety confines of Ellaveryn’s snatch. “I mark you as mine, in body and mind. I will care for you flesh as I would my own, so long as you are my wife.” Then the minotaur lifted her new wife, and began to consummate their marriage with a fervor.

Chapter 1 - We Met In A Bar (gokkun, public, slight body mod)

My chest hurt. My lip was raw and bleeding. I had splinters in my back from a fucking Spartan-kick that sent me crashing into a wooden pallet, and I was pretty sure a couple of my ribs were cracked. So yeah, it had been a pretty long day. But that was Gotham, alright. This city pushed you down, kicked you in the stomach, and when you pull yourself back to your feet to try and look for some semblance of normalcy again? It spit in your face, then dropped trou to try and shit down your throat. So you could hardly blame me for wanting a drink. Yes, the mugger had taken my cash and cards, and no, you’re not supposed to drink when you probably have a concussion, but Miller would let me in and I wanted whiskey, damn it. Which is how I found myself at the Miller Time. It was a stupid name, but I’d known the guy since Zero Year, and you don’t huddle on a roof with somebody through a flood like that without building some kind of bond. We’d been casual friends since then; he’d usually pour me a free well drink or two before opening a tab, and I’d done his taxes every year since. “Well whiskey, if you don’t mind,” I said as I flopped onto one of the stools, pleather squeaking under me as I tried to sit in a way that didn’t irritate the hell out of my ribs. Miller didn’t even look twice at my injuries before taking out a glass and a bottle. A barkeep sees a lot of the darkness in a city, I think. People go to a bar either to have a good time or to drown their sorrows, and even those two wildly different experiences aren’t always mutually exclusive. Miller poured generously and set it on the bar in front of me alongside a chunk of ice the size of my fist wrapped in a dishcloth. I raised the glass in thanks and took a long slug. “Told you to stop going down Crime Alley,” Miller murmured, pulling a damp rag from under the bar and wiping up a smear of blood I’d left on the scarred old wood. “The whole city’s a mess, but that place worse than others. The street is literally called ‘Crime Alley’, Alex. I don’t even remember the name on the street sign.” “GCPD shut down Fourth and Maplethorpe,” I replied, considering the ice-laden cloth in my hand. I was genuinely unsure of which part of my body needed it the most. “A couple of the Joker’s boys flipped a fucking school bus running from one of the Bats. There wasn’t any other way to go. And ‘sides, if I didn’t make it here, who would bleed all over your bar and drink your cheap whiskey?” “I’ll drink your cheap whiskey.” The pair of us looked up from either side of the bar, and I imagine our jaws dropped in unison. An absolute bombshell of a woman had stepped up beside me, looking like a character straight out of a Rob Liefield comic: fiery red hair framed striking and wild facial features, accompanied by an incredible hourglass figure. A simple white blouse clung to her almost over-sized breasts, and it was unbuttoned nearly to her navel to reveal a stunning V of smooth, pale flesh and an equally-stunning lack of bra. Her nipples weren’t necessarily out, but every step she took sent her breasts jiggling and revealed a bit of soft pink areola. The lines of her body drew the eye ever downward to a black pencil skirt that ended well above mid-thigh, the side slit coming nearly up to hips she could’ve birthed a fucking horse through, and as she settled onto the seat next to me, she lifted her knees in a way I could swear was meant to reveal her distinct lack of underwear. She sort of looked like the world’s sexiest librarian, I guess, and the look was completed by a pair of wide-framed hipster-eque glasses that perched on a button nose over a dusting of light freckles. This woman was an Irish-blooded goddess, fire and warmth manifest in femininity, and she had blessed me with her presence. A brilliant smile spread across her face, and I felt like I’d go blind if I stared at her for two long. “Drinking alone?” She purred. Her voice was sultry without being breathy in that annoying way actresses do it in porn, and her plump, full lips moved in a way that was honestly mesmerizing. The things I would’ve done to even brush my fingers against her mouth were innumerable, and likely would’ve called the Justice League down on me. In fact, I was so lost in the stunning visage of her mouth that it took me a moment to connect the question being asked with being directed toward me. My eyes shot back up to meet her gaze, only to find myself sinking into her eyes. They were an almost glacial blue, but not in a way that seemed cold. Instead, they looked like the coolest, most refreshing pool of water a person could’ve asked for in the middle of the desert. “Not anymore, it seems,” I replied almost a full minute late. I was honestly just happy the words had come out at all, and in a complete sentence no less. “You looked like you could use a companion,” she murmured, and I forced myself to take a pull from the whiskey in my hands just so I could recover from the dizziness of hearing her voice. “I was glad to be of service. I bet I could service you in a lot of ways.” I choked. As I sat there, spluttering incoherently and struggling not to aspirate bottom-shelf whiskey, I realized I was in over my head. I dabbed at my face and tried to fight down the hacking cough of a man who’d inhaled a third of his drink, but then I noticed her smile shift from pleasant to amused. A small thrill moved through me—before, she’d been smiling to be polite, but now she was smiling because of something I’d done, even if it was making a fool of myself and adding pneumonia to my list of aches for the evening. “Are you alright?” She asked, scattering my thoughts, but this time I was prepared for the dazzling cadence of her voice. “I’ll be fine,” I replied, clearing my throat loudly and wiping my mouth again. “They tell me you’re supposed to swallow it, but I prefer to just get it all over my face.” Her eyes widened, and I briefly considered just getting up and walking out. Had I really just made an ass of myself twice in a row? What the hell was I doing? But to my surprise, she began to laugh, the deep, genuine sound of it echoing from the walls of the room like the clear peals of a bell. I cocked a grin despite myself, her mirth infecting me, and within moments the mood between us shifted from the tension of strangers to the warmth of old friends. I held out my hand, which she shook delicately. “I’m Alex Asher,” I said with a smile, leaning against the bar. “I don’t recognize you, are you from around here?” She smiled back and shook her head, which set those beautiful breasts jiggling wildly, and it was all I could do not to stare. “I’m just in Gotham for the time being, unless I find something that makes me want to stay. And you can call me Syx.” I took another drink and nodded sagely, because of course her name was just as surreal as her looks. “In town for business, or pleasure? Gotham City isn’t exactly the kind of place one looks forward to passing through.” “Oh, wherever I go, it’s for pleasure,” she said, her grin taking on something of a sultry edge. “But I dunno, I kind of like the city. Beautiful architecture, top-tier theatres and culture, and all under the protection of the Batman and his people. It’s got to be worth living in, for so many people to live in it.” My mind shuddered into memories of what this city could do to a person, my earlier mugging not the least of them. Gotham was a hell-hole, and the only reason I stayed here was because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I had enough money to live but not travel, a job with no mobility, and a life with no living. I crunched numbers for a living and accomplished nothing with any real meaning to it. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” I mumbled bitterly, and I dabbed at my bloody lip. The pain and bleeding had stopped, but the swelling hadn’t really gone down much. Syx frowned, glancing over my injuries as if she hadn’t noticed them before, my split lip, bruised hands, scraped elbows. “What happened to you?” I shook my head, dropping the cloth and ice in favor of my whiskey. It wasn’t really something I wanted to get into with her, but as the silence dragged on, I knew I wasn’t going to get out of it. So I set my gaze on the scarred wood of the bar under my hands, picking at a deep chip with my nail, and told her what had happened. “I got mugged on my way here from work. Some thugs kicked the shit out of me and took my cash and credit card. Left me my wallet, though,” I finished with a sigh, holding up the battered, empty leather billfold as proof. The frown on her face managed to be both sad and breathtaking. “What about the police? Or the masks, like Batman or Nightwing?” “Nobody can be everywhere at once, and there aren’t enough masks in this city to keep up with the crime rate,” I replied, stuffing my wallet back into my pocket. “And anyway, they’re reactive, you know? I’d still have gotten beat down, even if Batman had dropped in to save me. The difference is that I guess I could’ve kept the eleven dollars I had.” We lapsed into companionable silence after that, me drinking my whiskey and her looking at me intensely. Then Syx spoke up after a moment, leaning in close. “And what if you had limitless power?” She asked, her big blue eyes wide and earnest. “If you could shape the world as you saw fit? What if everybody just did whatever you said as if it were totally normal and acceptable?” “I’d probably get laid a lot more,” I said before I could stop myself, but she just giggled. Whether it was the whiskey or her company, I pressed on. “I don’t know if I’d be much of a hero, but I’d definitely use the power. I’d take what I wanted, I guess, and do whatever I wanted. It probably wouldn’t make the world a much better place, but I’d be a lot happier. Sometimes I feel like I’m never allowed to just be who I want to be, or do what I want to do.” She stared deep into my eyes then, as if searching for something. I held her gaze, not knowing what else to do, letting her intensity wash over me like a tidal wave, and did my best not to look down at her chest. Syx had leaned in, and her plump double-Ds were dangerously close to falling free of her shirt, a solid half inch of pale pink areola out in the open on either breast. In fact, it looked almost as if the only thing keeping them in her shirt might be her nipples themselves, and I felt the rigid hard-on I’d been nursing since I laid eyes on her twitch at the sight of it. “I bet you’d fuck a lot of women if you had that kind of power,” she said after a few long moments, her seductive smile playing back across her face as utter surprise shocked across mine. “I bet you’d bend me over this bar and take my pussy right now.” I struggled to get any coherent thought out of my mouth, but she leaned forward, the same intensity as before in her eyes. My cock throbbed in my pants now, and I nodded wordlessly. Syx nodded back, her breath coming a little quicker now as she eyed the bulge in my pants, and one of her hands went out to clutch mine. “Do it. Tell me what you want me to do.” I looked around and realized nobody in the bar was paying us any mind. Even Miller, who’d been with me when she’d initially walked up, was off chatting with one of the regular bar flies now, and he didn’t even look up at me. My heart began to race as I considered the gorgeous woman in front of me, every inch of her aching to be touched, but her eyes were solid. Resolved. She wanted this. So before I could talk myself out of it, I blurted, “Get your tits out.” Without so much as blinking, Syx reached up and popped her breasts out. They’d been pretty out in the open before, but now I could see every inch of their incredible splendor, two mountains of alabaster flesh nearly as big as her head capped with rosy pink areola and rigid nipples. For a moment, looking down at her surreal visage, I thought of the Venus de Milo in the Louvre, but Venus had nothing on the woman in front of me. Hesitantly at first, then urged on by the throbbing of my cock and the way she bit her bottom lip, I reached out and took one stiff nipple between my fingers. Syx gasped softly as I tugged on it gently, and I almost stopped when her free hand came up to mine. Instead, I felt her squeeze, pushing me to pinch her nipple harder, and at the same time I watched as she leaned backward. The end result was me pulling her nipple almost cruelly, but I could see on her face that she loved it, clenching her teeth and letting out a long, low nnnff sound that almost made me cum in my pants. Then I let go, feeling the thrill of it all set in as my heart pounded, pumping adrenaline into my veins. The sharp shudder of it, the power dynamic shifting between us as Syx begged me with her eyes for more, it was almost too much. This was impossible and surreal and I absolutely loved it. “Show me your pussy,” I said breathlessly, gesturing to her skirt. I could see she was panting now as she pulled the fabric up to bunch at her waist, and I noticed I had been right earlier—she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was hairless, and the same perfect pink as her nipples. Beyond that, it was puffy and swollen and drenched with arousal as she held her skirt in place, her wetness dripping on Miller’s pleather bar stool. I couldn’t help but grin, looking up at her in satisfaction. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” “So much, you have no idea,” Syx breathed back, panting softly as she exposed herself for me in this crowded bar. “I want you to pound my pussy so badly.” I nodded, feeling my power over her solidify. It was something she’d given me willingly, submitting to me here, and in reward, I gestured to her soaked pussy. “Rub your clit in front of all these people. Show me how badly you want it.” And then she did it. She took a moment to lick the tips of her fingers before reaching down to work her pussy furiously, looking me dead in the eye the whole time. In moments she was cumming, forcing an orgasm out of herself before I could even say anything. I watched as her pussy spasmed and clenched against the faux leather of the stool, practically spraying girlcum across it and even getting a few drops on my pants. I cocked my eyebrows, looking up at her pleasure-wracked face and giving a whistle. She must’ve been really pent up— “Hey, Alex?” My heart dropped into my stomach as Miller stepped up to the bar across from us. I looked from Syx, breasts on full display and one leg cocked up to show off her pussy as she toyed with her clit, up to the barkeep. Surely this was the end of it? I’d gotten so wrapped up in what we’d been doing that I’d forgotten we were in a crowded bar. No doubt the other patrons had been watching us this whole time in abject horror as a woman jilled herself into oblivion. “Refresh your whiskey? Or are you cutting off early tonight?” I stared dumbstruck at him for probably a full minute before glancing back at the bar around us. The place was packed with the usual evening crowd, a football crowd no less, turning out in black and gray to watch the Gotham Knights play the Central City Cougars. And not a single one of them was the least bit interested in Syx, now slapping her cunt lightly as she sent another orgasmic spray across the seat in front of her. “I probably shouldn’t, I think,” I mumbled mindlessly, looking around in bewilderment. “Yeah, no kidding,” Miller replied with a frown, reaching down with a damp rag to wipe up the pool of dew that had gathered under Syx’s dripping cunt.  “You look like you just saw the Bat. Feeling okay?” “Better all the time,” I intoned, watching as he tossed the rag in the sink as if he hadn’t just cleaned up a puddle of liquid straight out of a woman’s body. And nobody seemed to care. I looked up at Syx, her blue eyes hazy with pleasure. She still hadn’t stopped masturbating, and while that was incredibly hot, I couldn’t get past my confusion. What was going on? What if everybody just did whatever you said as if it were totally normal and acceptable? “You’re doing this,” I said as realization dawned on me. I didn’t know how, maybe she was some kind of metahuman, but Syx was making everybody around us act as if what we were doing was totally normal. “Nope,” she replied, leaning back to catch her breath after two orgasms in a row and taking a long pull from a glass of water I don’t remember Miller giving her. “You’re doing this. I’ve given you the ability to make anybody do whatever you want without anybody else thinking it’s out of the ordinary.” I frowned. “But how?” “Miss Syxytkls, fifth dimensional being and master of reality,” Syx offered, pronouncing it six-ee-tek-el-us and thrusting her pussy-drenched hand out cordially, as if we were just meeting for the first time. “At your service. Well, sort of. I’ve given you only about one percent of my power, so it won’t work on me, but these feeble humans will do whatever you want.” I’m stupid, I guess, so I kept frowning. “But why?” Syx smiled and shrugged, reaching down to sink two fingers into her hairless cunt, sliding them deep, deep inside of herself for a moment before drawing them back out with a shudder. “It’s not like I had anything to do today,” she said, licking her fingers clean of her own juices. “Time is a construct and therefore unreal. And anyway, I like you, Alex. You really seem like you know how to have fun. And you’re the only person I offered this power to who didn’t say something like be the next superhero or world domination. But I don’t need a do-gooder or a genocidal maniac, I just want somebody I can hang out with. So do whatever you want from now on, really use the power I gave you. But first, blow a couple of loads in my fuckhole right here in this bar.” Maybe it was the vulgar twist she gave the sentence, or maybe it was all the weird shit that we’d already done up to that point. She’d said she was a fifth dimensionl being, after all. And if the ability to make anybody do whatever I want was just a tiny fraction of her power… who was I to argue? “Yeah, okay,” I said, standing and working my belt to undo my pants. In seconds, Syx had my cock in her hands, stroking it slowly and smiling as she took in the look of it. “No slacker in the size department, are you,” she said with a smile, placing a soft kiss against the shaft as she worked my dick with her hand. I shrugged. I was no slouch, coming in at about six and a half inches (you’ve measured too, don’t deny it) and pretty thick, but every guy wants to be just a little bigger, right? “I think I could do with an inch or two more,” I replied as she lapped up the bead of pre from my tip. “And I’ve always wanted to cum a lot. Like, hentai amounts.” With a devious grin, Syx snapped her fingers, and I felt the world shift a little. It wasn’t anything overt, no earthquakes or explosions, but I felt… different, somehow. As I watched, my cock began to grow as it always did when I got a boner, larger and larger with each beat of my heart, but much bigger than usual. It felt organic, normal, but as it capped off at a solid nine inch slab of meat, the woman below me let it rest laconically on her face to prove that I was now much larger than before. “We’ll have to make sure you’re putting out the volume you want, though,” Syx added, wiggling her eyebrows seductively. Then she turned and bent over the barstool, slapping her ass and making it jiggle in the most wonderful way. “Damn right,” was my response before digging my fingers into her impossibly wide hips and stuffing every inch of my cock into her. A sharp, sudden cry filled the room as I slid into her. I could feel her pussy spasm and gush around me, hot and tight and so fucking wet as an orgasm rocked her body. Syx was wetter than any woman I’d ever been with, and there was almost zero friction as I slammed into her. There was no build up, no keeping pace, just me drilling the sexiest woman I’d ever met into a bar stool like an animal. And all the while, the whole room ignored us. The thought of it sent a thrill through me as I pounded Syx deep and fast, a bar full of people sitting idly by as I did my best to utterly ruin the woman beneath me. So casual, so uninterested, as if everything was totally normal about what we were doing. And if Syx was right… it was. And Syx was none too quiet about it, either, moaning with every other thrust and practically screaming when she came. At one point she even knocked over my empty glass, but Miller darted in to catch it just at the second with a laugh, setting it back on the bar in front of us. “Careful,” he said, rapping the bar twice with his knuckles. “Wouldn’t want glass all over the place while you two finish up.” This was my new normal, it seemed. If what Syx had told me was true, I could finish with her, walk up to the nearest person, and bend her over the table to do the same to her and she wouldn’t even blink. There was a pair of blondes in one corner of the bar who, while almost plain next to Syx’s bombshell physique, would be quite attractive under normal circumstances. I could have my pick of them—or hell, I could have both at the same time. The thought drove me wild. “Fu-uuck,” I groaned, feeling my climax nearing, my cock throbbing and twitching in Syx, and I reached forward to pull on one of her nipples. The effect on her was satisfying, ripping a squeal from her chest and setting her to slamming her hips back against mine. “Do it, fill me up,” she moaned loudly, practically sobbing as the pleasure wracked her body. “Do it! Doitdoitdoit—!” She was cut off by my primal snarl as my orgasm hit, sending a spurt of cum splattering against her cervix. I could feel that it was different from how it used to be, these were thick jets of seed that seemed unending. I filled her cunt until it oozed out of the seal of her lips around the base of my shaft, setting off a reactionary climax in Syx that made her spasm and twitch, like her pussy was milking every drop from me. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes, hot semen dripping out of her and onto the stone floor of Miller’s bar. When I did eventually pull out, she flopped back onto her stool as my cum gushed out of her and onto the pleather. After catching her breath for a moment, she reached down and plunged her fingers into the gooey mess of her hole, lifting it to check the consistence of the massive load I’d pumped into her. It was unusually thick, almost more like jelly than the usual syrupy texture, and it clung to her hand instead of dripping off of it. “So nasty,” the fifth-dimensional, presumably god-like bombshell whimpered before licking it off her fingers and dipping into her cunt for more.  Grabbing my empty glass from where Miller had set it, I pressed it under her pussy and she understood at once, fingering the cum out of her well-stretched fuckhole and into the glass. When all was said and done, she had a little more than half the glass—something like five or six ounces. The smell of it was heady and powerful, scenting the air with a musk that got even my head a little fuzzy. Around the room, I noticed a few people look up as the smell reached them, and more than a few legs crossed unconsciously. It smelled like sex, but carried with it an animal heaviness that was almost palpable. “Bottoms up,” I told her, gesturing with my chin. Some small part of me, the part of me that was still convinced this was all some kind of incredible wet dream, didn’t think she would do it. But of course, she did. Tilting the glass, she shook it and tapped the bottom with one delicate fingernail until it began to ooze—and that was the only real word to describe the motion of the overly-thick, almost lumpy fluid—down onto her tongue. She kept her lips parted so I could watch as it slowly filled her mouth, plopping in thick globs onto her outstretched tongue until it was at the very brim of her lips. And then she began to swallow. But it was too much, it seemed. Although I’ve no doubt she could’ve just expanded her gullet with magic or something, I could see that Syx was having trouble getting the nauseatingly thick substance down her throat. I briefly considered the Heimlich or something, but before I could act, she dropped to her knees and pulled her lips open the fingers of one hand while the other stroked my still solid erection. God, she was incredible. Taking the back of her head and tangling my fingers in her fiery mane, I set the tip of my now monstrous cock onto her tongue and slowly, smoothly slid every bit of it into her mouth. At about a third of my length I found the back of her throat, and every inch afterward went straight down her gullet until her nose was pressed into my crotch. I kept her there for a few moments, feeling her esophagus work and clench around my cock as she throated it, forcing down the glass of nut in front of it to make room. Eventually, when her eyes began to get a little hazy, I pulled out and let my cock drop onto her face with a wet splat as she drew in a gasping breath. Every exhale was part moan, though, and when I looked down, I noticed her fingers where now buried in her cunt, and her lips moved against my balls after a few seconds of labored breathing. If nothing else could prove that she was some sort of extra-dimensional being on the same level as Dr. Fate or some shit, it was this—who else could fuck like that and just want more besides a young god, like Wonder Woman or Superman? “It’s so thick,” Syx managed when her breath became a little more regular, still panting lightly. “I’ve outdone myself. You could spoil a girl with that stuff. I want at least another full glass before we’re done here.” “You’ll get it,” I groaned, stroking my cock. It was still hard as rock, despite the intense orgasm Syx’s fifth dimensional cunt had just milked from me. As I leaned back against the bar, Syx’s tongue lapping languidly at my sack, I wondered idly at the implications of the power she’d supposedly given me. “So anybody will do anything I say, and nobody will find it out of the ordinary?” Dragging her mouth away from my balls reluctantly, Syx rose to her feet and mimicked my posture in her own seat, both her shirt and her skirt bunched around her waist. “That’s the gist of it. Anybody susceptible to magic will find whatever you say or do totally reasonable. You should try it out.” I nodded absently, glancing around for a target. Finally, one of the teenage serving girls Miller kept around passed by, a nineteen year old blonde with braces and a fat ass named Tara. She always wore tight leggings for the tips, so thin you could see through them in the right light, and while she didn’t have much up top, her nipple piercings were pretty obvious through the Gotham Knights tee she’d cut into a crop top. I lashed out and smacked her ass before I could overthink it, causing it to wobble obscenely as she turned to me. Part of me thought I might’ve gone too far. I’d seen Miller get out the baseball bat he kept under the bar when drunkards put their hands on his girls. But Tara just giggled, showing off her rainbow-colored braces when she saw it was me who’d done it. “Hey there, Alex! Always knew you liked my butt,” she said with a smile, and then she turned and smacked her own ass for good measure, a little harder than I had. “Anything I can get you or your lady friend here?” Incredible. Impossible. Miller had beat wholesale ass for less, but now he didn’t even look up. As I watched her plush bottom jiggle enticingly, I decided to push my luck. “No, I think I’m good for now,” I replied, idly reaching out to lift her crop top; as I expected, she hadn’t worn a bra, and now a pair of puffy pink nipples run through with silver barbells greeted me and anyone else who cared to look. “But I know Syx here wants a cup of fresh nut. Care to drain my balls for her?” My heart pounded. My cock throbbed. My stomach flopped in anticipation. “Sure, let me get a glass,” came her answer, and the cropped hem of her shirt caught on one piercing as she bounced over to the bar, leaving it exposed as she went. She was back in seconds, her small hand wrapped around the monster Syx had given me, working it almost professionally. Despite her youth, the girl had skill, and she paused for a moment to lick her hand before going back to work on me. “What a sweetheart you are,” Syx purred, reaching out to tug on one of Tara’s shiny piercings. “So young and eager to please.” Tara bit her lip, whimpering softly, and I could see her nipples stiffening under Syx’s fingers. “Thanks,” she said, turning her body so the other woman could have better access. “I’m just really thankful Miller gave me this job. I have three younger brothers, so the paycheck and tips really help around my house.” She was making small talk while she did her best to get me off. The very image was almost too much to bear, Syx basically naked at a bar chatting with a teen who was giving me a handjob. Despite the strangeness of it all, I could feel myself nearing climax within minutes of the casual combination. Reaching up, I took Tara by the slim line of her jaw mid-sentence and guided her to my cock. Her mouth was too small to fit the massive head of it, so she pursed her lips around the tip and worked hard with both hands, swirling her tongue around and over the helm. That was damn fine coordination, there. True skill. “Better get that cup ready,” I groaned after a couple of minutes of this, and Syx held it close to my lap. Then Tara gave one last tongue assault on my dick before pulling away and pumping hard. My climax hit with undiminished force, washing over me as the first jet of semen left my body. And a jet it was. One thick rope of semen left my cock after another, piling onto each other at the bottom of the glass and wobbling merrily. It almost looked as if it wouldn’t mesh together, instead staying separate blobs of jelly-like cum. But as more and more of it poured into the glass, stroked out of me by Tara’s skilled hands, it was forced to merge until Syx was holding an eight-ounce glass three-quarters full of fresh, nearly steaming cum. The smell of it hit us all again, including Tara, who eyed it like a man in a desert eyes water. “Th-that’s disgusting,” she squeaked, but it was clear as she stared at the cup of hot, overly-thick semen in Syx’s hands that her body thought the exact opposite. Whatever it was, it was something she wanted. “Have a taste, dear,” Syx purred, though the look on her face as she handed the glass over to Tara was almost reluctant. “I promise, you’ll only want more.” Licking her lips in anticipation, Tara lifted the glass to her face and breathed in deeply. The heady musk of my cum seemed to wash over her, and she actually whimpered as she exhaled, her thighs grinding together beneath her. “I think my womb just twitched,” she murmured almost reverently, and then she tilted the glass to her lips and took a pull. As it flooded into her mouth, Tara’s eyes widened and her brows shot up, and the look on her face as she mulled it around in her mouth was priceless. She almost looked like she was chewing it, pushing it around in her mouth with her tongue for several long moments before swallowing thickly. “I-I can feel it coating my throat, still,” she said in awe, the words almost a moan, and her thighs squeezed together again. I got the sense the poor girl had soaked through her panties already. “It’s addictive,” Syx agreed, taking the glass from Tara before the girl could chug it all down. As Syx tossed it back, draining the contents with several laborious gulps, the teenage serving girl watched with something akin to jealousy on her face, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Tara, take this tray to table seven, and four wants another pitcher,” Miller called from down the bar, breaking into our little bubble of depravity. Tara jerked with a start, as if she’d been in some kind of trance, and she offered a cum-scented smile before walking shakily away. I watched her go, and for a little while, Syx and I just sat together. I imagine she was letting me take in what had happened and reckon with my knew abilities. I mostly just wanted to bask in the afterglow of two intense consecutive orgasms, but I suppose it did merit a little thinking. I was basically a god, now. Syx had done something not just to give me the power she had, but also to enhance my body, as I no longer felt the pain from my earlier mugging. A glance down at what should’ve been bruised and scraped arms revealed fresh skin, though a little dried blood clung on as if to prove that it had happened in the first place. “Just a slight healing factor,” Syx murmured, as if reading my mind—which she probably could’ve done, for all I knew. “You actually already had the gene for it, I just activated it for you. It’s not instantaneous or anything, but most minor scrapes should heal in a few minutes, and you probably don’t have to worry much about illness or STIs anymore.” I nodded, but remained silent. How did this change my perspective? I was mostly alone in the world, the only child of a pilot and a flight attendant. Mom had died in an accident when I was younger, and Dad had thrown himself into work and eventually settled in Paris. We didn’t talk much. I had an aunt in San Francisco, but I hadn’t spoken to her in a few months. I was an accountant for LexCorp, not that it was going anywhere. I’d never really had the freedom to be or do anything. And now, I could basically do whatever I wanted. There was a truly villainous aspect to that, but I wasn’t interested. Become the next Psycho Pirate or something? No thanks. The Big Blue Boy Scout could keep his cape, too, I didn’t want to be a hero. I just wanted to be… well, me. “So what are the rules?” Syx grinned, laying her slightly-damp head on my shoulder, the opposite side of her face still slick with saliva and semen. “No rules. Well, I guess don’t make too much noise, or one of the big masks somewhere will notice. There are some out there immune even to my abilities, like Dr Fate, or the Phantom Stranger, or that god-awful Spectre guy. Powers who exist outside the scope of reality.” “That’s intense,” I mumbled, frowning. “But not too big a deal, I guess. I wasn’t planning on walking a group of grade-schoolers into a pit of lava. I’ll probably just try and fuck Supergirl or something.”             Syx burst into laughter, and I smiled. Her enthusiasm really was infectious. Then I reached over and grabbed one of her massive tits, bouncing the jiggly orb of impossibly perky flesh in my hand.             “Now let’s go a couple more rounds, and then we’ll see about getting a room somewhere,” I said, lining my cock up with her slick snatch with a grin.

Chapter 0 - Chapter one

It was a beautiful night no clouds in the sky which here outside of the city was littered with stars. Rasmus had chosen to sleep under open skies in his sleeping bag so he could fall a sleep watching the stars. He woke when someone zipped his sleeping bag over his head, and forcefully turned him on his belly to cuff him while still in the bag. After he was cuffed his assailants let go of him, and he writhed inside his sleeping bag unable to see where he rolled. After a while he gave up and just lay on the ground waiting. His sleeping bag was unzipped and when he focused he was surprised to see to beautiful women standing over him, he was even more surprised when he realized they where naked. He couldn’t resist looking down from their breast to see if the rest of their bodies where as beautiful as their breast and faces. When he reached their waist he was shocked to see they each where wearing a large strap-on dildo. The blonde was wearing a dildo that looked like 5 two inch balls put together, the brunette was wearing a large horse cock strap-on...   Louise was looking with satisfaction on her victim. She told her friend Jessica that she could put the cock-ring with ball chains they could tighten if their victim had bad behaviour. While Jessica was working with the instrument Louise walked around looking at her newest plaything, with every step she could feel the rod shaped end of her two-headed horse cock strap-on inside her pussy...   Jessica finished putting on the equipment she had chosen on their victim, she now waited for Louise to put her instrument on him, they had each chosen a little something that would help them control whoever they would find out here in the forest. She had chosen the ball chains because she new they would control any man they would find. Louise had chosen a ring gag so they would have easy access to lube anytime they wanted. Now their victim was ready and Jessica was so looking forward for what was about to happen...   When Rasmus heard the brunette say, “Jessica do you want to enter first?” he tried to roll away, he was not about to let them have their way with him without a fight. The brunette just reached down to his cock-ring turned it around, and he felt a sharp pain from his balls, and immediately stopped moving. He heard the brunette explain, “when you don’t behave as we want, we will just tighten the chains around your balls, and we will keep doing that until you behave or until we will leave you sounding like a girl.” He now saw that Jessica had laid down on her back, and the brunette now pulled ham by his cock on top of her. When Jessica started inserting her bubble strap-on, Rasmus began to breath heavily, he thought back to the course about anal sex he had taken with his girlfriend, and was now happier than ever before that he had let her take him in the ass a couple of times...   Louise watched the expression on her victims face change when Jessica inserted her big strap-on into his ass, she could see Jessica slowly getting up to speed and go deeper and deeper into his ass. Louise now squatted in front of his face and started slapping her horse-cock dildo on his face while she could hear him straining from Jessica pounding his ass, and Jessicas panting. When a red mark was beginning to appear on his right cheek she stood up, and placed herself at the top of his shoulders facing towards his bent and spread legs and started to squat again, now it was her turn to enter...   Jessica could see Louise getting ready to fuck the mouth of the man she was humping in the ass, she had now found her rhythm and with every pump she made sure that at least 3 of her two inch bubbles went in and out of his ass. This was here favourite part, she had his ass all to herself, and Louise was about to fill him up in the other end. When Louise first tried to put the tip of her horse-cock dildo into his mouth, Jessica could see him shake his head from side to side, and she could feel his ass tighten when Louise tightened the ball-chains. Now she had an all access view to Louises penetrated pussy while she was starting to hump their victims face, Jessica could see how Louise started to find a rhythm, where she humped about 30 times going a bit deeper every time and then pull out to let him breathe only to start humping him again after a breath or two.   Rasmus could feel how the brunette went deeper and deeper down his throat with each hump, he was sure she would not be satisfied until she had the whole dildo down his throat. Whenever she pulled out of him, he took two deep breaths holding the second so he wouldn’t run out of air when the horse-cock was in his throat. The first couple of times he had tried take even more breaths only to get the dildo showed down his throat right after he exhaled, leaving him craving for air even harder when he finally got a chance to breathe. Again Rasmus remembered something from sex with his girlfriend, once after she had deep throated him he had asked how she took his cock so deep, and she said “smiling represses the gag reflex” so whenever Rasmus got the dildo pushed into his mouth he tried to smile, but with the ring-gag it was difficult. After what had seemed like ages the brunette finally stood up, she masturbated the dildo and moved like she was cumming over his body...   Louise was happy with her rhythm she could see that her victims face wasn’t turning red, and she got to hump him for 30 seconds before she had to pause. She could see that she was nearing her goal of having him swallowing the entire length of her horse-cock. She was finally able to push the dildo all the way down his throat, now she wanted to move on, she stood up and tested how lubed the horse-cock was. When she was satisfied she acted like she was ejaculating all over her victim, and then she moved down his left side catching Jessicas eyes she asked “has his ass loosened up” Jessica answered “yes Louise his ass has loosened up a lot, I think he is ready mistress”...   Jessica could feel how it got harder to keep her rhythm fucking their victims ass, when Louise entered with her horse-cock, she new that soon they would keep the same rhythm making sure that all 10 inches of their dildos went all the way inside of him. But for now she knew it was all about loosening his ass even more so he could take the 4 inch spread. So far Jessica had kept her hands behind his knees, but now she wanted to feel his cock. She moved her right hand and grapped the erect cock...   Rasmus wasn’t aware what he was feeling, he felt pain from the two dildos stretching his ass wider that he thought possible, he felt pleasure from the dildos movements inside of him, he felt used and he felt powerless, but he wasn’t aware which feeling was strongest. Out of nowhere Jessica moved her hand from his right knee pit to his cock, and from just the touch he came hitting Louises boobs and himself. This released a surge of pleasure in his body he no longer felt pain and he was now able to relax...   Louise felt the hot cum hitting her breast, and if she hadn’t felt her victims ass loosen up she would have punished him, but now she was finally able to get her price. This was what she and Jessica had waited for, to be able to fuck him in sync with him moaning with pleasure and them panting of exhaustion when he finally would cum again. She pinched Jessicas knee to let her know it was time to fuck him harder, she also moved Jessicas hand away from the cock, he had to cum all by himself...   Jessica knew she had made a mistake and that she would pay for it later with her ass, but she didn’t care now it was all about the humping. The man she had humped for so long now needed to accept he loved it in the ass and cum all over himself...   Rasmus could feel them moving in sync with each other, the two girls who know had fucked him half the night he was ready to cum again they just needed to go a little faster. He tried to mumble it to them, and they picked up the pace immediately he was so close now if they only could get a little deeper. He felt it like a lightning jolt when they by some miracle went just deep enough to let him cum again this time all of it hit himself, but he didn’t care. The girls pulled out of him Jessica took of the cock ring letting the blood run away from his rock hard cock. Louise took of the ring gang, now he was finally able to swallow and talk probably again. They zipped up his sleeping bag and took of the cuffs...   When they opened the sleeping bag the act was over, he went to Jessica who was still panting from the hour long humping session, he gave her a hug and said thanks, and asked if she enjoyed it, “yes very much so, it was everything I hoped for” she answered. Rasmus gave her another hug and a kiss on the cheek before he went over to Louise his girlfriend for several years. “Thank you honey that was amazing” said Louise when he approached her, to that Rasmus answered with a huge kiss on his girls lips...   After some rest Jessica, Louise and Rasmus went into their tent and stayed their the rest of the night.

Chapter 1 - A Mother's Awakening Desire

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This work does not accurately portray Percy Jackson and the Olympian series, or any of the characters. Ever since her husband's accidental death she had felt miserable and alone. The bedroom she shared with him now a place of silence and sadness instead of joy and happiness. Years have moved on since his passing and she had accepted it and lived with it. Now though her sexual desires were on over-drive. Her hands just did not do the job her husband did, and she didn't want to look for a strange man to satisfy her lust. She felt wrong and disgusted thinking these thoughts but a man lived in her house. A strong man who she knew and loved. She sneaked in the dimly lit corridor and opened the door to her son's room, and kept her eyes on the bed where he slept. She flinched when the door creaked and closed shut. Breathing from relief when her son did nothing but adjust. Standing on her toes she tip-toed to his side. His handsome face reminded her of Poseidon. She worried about him when he left for camp and came back much more different and many more scars. She took hold of his blanket and pulled it down. His glorious naked chest and noticeable bulge made her lips moisten. Her son's body shouldn't affect her like this but not having sex for a couple of years messed with her head. She desired Percy's—her own son's—cock. She couldn't restrain her scorching cravings no longer. She touched his bulge and she felt a familiar moist warmth down below. It felt stiff. She wondered if her son had a wet dream. It didn't matter. She grew restless. She needed to see it. She put all her effort into pulling his boxers down. Her reward? The sight of his bulbous cock-head and she wet her lips. He did not disappoint in the manhood department with what looked like 7'inches long cock. She reached a shaking hand forward and took hold of his stiff cock. She blushed and for a moment she couldn't believe what she just did. It throbbed in her hand and her nervousness disappeared fast. "So hard," her hand moved up and down, her voice quiet and breathy. A groan froze her. She watched him thrust his hips up and back down once. She smiled. She started again, moving her hand up and down with slow strokes. Leaning over she spat on the tip and lathered his cock wet. She fondled his thick hairy balls with her other hand. She didn't mind it when a man had hair down there but she preferred it groomed a little. His cock all wet and hard. She will not deny her desires. She leaned down, her mouth opened wide and she took his cock in her mouth. Its strong pre-cum salty taste made her moan on his cock. She circled the tip with her tongue and licked the underside a couple of times before she flicked the slit. She kept stroking him with circular motions. She pulled away, smacked her lips together and tasted a tinge of pre-cum. "Oh gods," she said and heaved a breath." So fucking good." She went back down and took more of his cock inside her mouth this time around. She used both her hands to fondle his balls now and left all the more to fit inside her mouth. She pulled up and back down. She transformed from a loving mother to a loving cock-hungry whore mum and she loved it. She felt it harden even more and she thought how did he not wake up yet? Either way she didn't want him to wake up. She feared that it would stop this satisfying moment for her. She lavished the tip with her tongue and licked the head with circular and random motions before flicking the underside. She then glided her tongue over the slit before flicking it and his cock twitched. She needed more. She came up for a breather before she went back down for the prize and took all 7'inches in her throat and she didn't stop when she gagged. She came back up for a breather, and back down she went. Again, and again she did. She loved cock and she loved to get down on her knees. She had yet to get on her knees for her son but she loved to get dirty too. She heard his grunt and felt him stiffen. Her eyes lit up with a forgotten glowing happiness as they used to years back. She rubbed his balls with gentle affection. She forced herself down and took his cock deep in her throat and swallowed. His thick shaft throbbed and she screamed, her voice muffled by his cock. His first load of hot seed creamed her throat white. She swallowed it. More of hot spunk warmed her throat and she kept swallowing. It just kept coming and she felt like she were high on a fucking cloud. She began to choke from her son's massive load and she couldn't swallow fast enough. She pulled up and his spunk dribbled from her wet lips and dripped down on his cock. Another shot of spunk erupted and splattered on her cheeks and lips. She smiled—a deranged happy one—and she rubbed his spunk around her cheeks as if she were rubbing lotion. She licked her lips and swallowed what amount she could down. His satisfied look made her almost giggle. She stood up in the dark room, barely lit from the moon, and grabbed a towel from the open closet. She went back to him and cleaned him up as best she could. His cock no longer stiff hard yet remained quite stiff and at an impressive length. And she knew then that she would come back for more another day, perhaps even tomorrow. "I love you," she said, caressing his cheek and forehead after having wiped her hands clean. She pulled his underwear back up and she cursed his weight. She got them on right after a while and she still wondered how he did not wake up after that. She walked with a slight sway in her hips feeling sexy and hot. She brought the dirty towel up to her nose and breathed in her son's spunk. She felt nasty doing that but something about it made her cunt soaked. She left the room the feeling like a very desirable woman wearing matching blue panties and bra. A wishful part of her mind wanted her son to wake up and to see her like another beautiful woman and not just a mother. To see her as a woman who had the hots for him. And to stop her from leaving and just fuck her. She knew her son had a girlfriend but she had desires and she couldn't restrain those desires. She wanted—she ached for it—she longed for her own son to fuck her and make her scream.

Chapter 2 - Lecto

CHAPTER II 'LECTO' Last night I'd have sworn I'd never sleep. Not on the ground, without even a cover, in this strange world and with so much to run through my mind. Yet I did, for now Clytemnestra wakes me gently. She says she'd like a little sleep. It seems she hasn't slept yet? The sky is rich purple and I think even a little lighter in the east, I must have slept many hours. I watch Clytemnestra as she settles herself. Apparently intending to sleep standing. That tallies. I stand and stretch my stiff joints, I could really go for tea and a cigarette about now but I settle for a little more of the pork we cooked last night and large handfuls of the sweet lake water. The fire has burned down to fine grey ash. I've nothing to do but wait. Wait and regard Clytemnestra's somnolent form in the growing light in the east. Dawn comes and the forest about us seems to wake almost as one. Birdsong and the calls of other, larger animals welcoming the new day. I'm impatient and increasingly bored, pacing around. Logically if Clytemnestra sleeps like a horse, she may need as little sleep as a horse, perhaps a couple of hours a night, and she'd certainly implied as much. She sleeps for less than that, in fact. I can't judge well with no watch or clock, but I think perhaps forty five minutes or so. I don't even realise that she's awake until I hear movement and turn to see her walk to the shore. She stretches all the way down to gather a great double handful of water and tip it over herself, and again before she's satisfied. By then I'm at her side and she smiles down on me, water dripping from her beautiful face and running in a channel between her breasts. I take her hands and pull until she leans toward me close enough for a long good morning kiss. Drops of water fall on my face from her short, floppy hair and for some reason I find that wildly exciting. “We should go soon,” she says, straightening up, “The road's not getting any shorter.” “I can't wait!” I really mean that. Clytemnestra shows me how to wrap the cooked pork in broad leaves to keep it clean in her satchels and we both drink as much as we are able before setting off, though she says that rain is coming in a day or two. I take her at her word though the sky is almost cloudless right now. I hope she's right because her canteen, large as it is to me will be scarcely sufficient for the two of us for more than that. Particularly since today promises to be as warm as yesterday. We set an easy pace around the lake, heading north and Clytemnestra explains her plans, which are our plans now. “The woods are big, On my own I should guess another four days to the northern border. Together, maybe twice that.” I have the good grace to look embarrassed about that. She notices and dismisses any such feeling, placing a hand on the side of my neck, as close to an embrace as she can manage without stopping or leaning down. “I begrudge you nothing, lady. Your company promises to make our journey more agreeable than I had any right to expect.” I put my hand on hers, and then in it and for a time we walk holding hands and she goes on. “The road we follow is little trafficked today, but I believe that once it leaves the forest it should soon join a main artery serving one of the northern cities and I have it in mind to visit the place. Beyond that I don't care to plan.” There's something agreeable in her free-spiritedness and I give my assent. It's full day, bright and warm as we find the path again on the northern side of the lake. I'm happy to once again be under the shade of the canopy, even if it has no effect on the heat. As before, the path is somewhat grass-grown, obviously disused as Clytemnestra had said and I wonder who made it and why they stopped coming. So we walk for two days, talking at times, but more often not. Clytemnestra is as good as her word and never once asks me about my past, and I don't ask about her's. I learn as much as I can, though without giving away my profound ignorance of the word around me. I learn that the day is, at least roughly, twenty four hours long, with as much light and dark as I'd expect in the summer. There's no moon, Clytemnestra has never heard the word and when I describe it she wonders how I came up with such a bizarre concept. The nights are lighter than I expect though and the sky never gets darker than a rich bottomless purple. Sickness and disease are all but unknown here, but tea is widely drunk. Ideal. Clytemnestra likes to sleep about three hours a day, but broken up into up to a dozen little snoozes here and there. She says she prefers to sleep lying down, but doesn't have to, at least, not every day. I think she hasn't known many humans well, because my need for a good eight hours a night somewhat scandalises her. She has known humans though, that's worth knowing. I certainly am slowing her down, more than she feared, in fact not only by my slow pace but my need to sleep for so long. She really seems not to mind, though. She says she has all the time in the world. We don't make love again, though not for want of passion. Our lips often meet, our hands often stray to one another's body. The path feels inconducive to anything more, though. In the evening of the second day Clytemnestra finds a grove of wild amaranth and the leaves and tender stems make a nice addition to the last of our pork. She shows me where and how to dig for water, though we don't bother doing it since even I can tell it's going to rain tonight. It does. Great sheets of rain lashing down at our leafy roof. Perhaps two hours of monsoon like rain a little before sunset. We take what shelter we can beneath the densest parts of the forest canopy but it has little effect. We are soaked in warm rainwater in a way that's not actually unpleasant. Clytemnestra gathers water with a swatch of oilskin she has apparently for that purpose and makes licentious comments about the way my wet white clothes cling, nigh transparent, to my body. The rain ends almost as swiftly as it started. Clytemnestra says that's the way of rain, she seems surprised that I might think differently. Steam rises from her broad black back as we force our way a little deeper into the forest seeking some slightly dryer spot to rest for the night. It's pure chance that we see a glow of light through the trees. “I don't like that,” she whispers to me, silently sliding her rifle from its scabbard and loading it with infinite care, “No fire should be burning so soon after such rain, and not so deep in the wood.” I take her at her word. One'd certainly have to be going some to keep fuel dry in that downpour. I start to creep closer and Clytemnestra lets me get ahead, superior as her bushcraft is, she cannot help but make more noise than me in this dense woodland. I see it first, a little house, a cottage perhaps is a better word. Light flickers behind glass windows, firelight and I think perhaps something more steady too. Clytemnestra has moved much slower than I in her caution, but catches me up as I pause. “A house,” I whisper redundantly. It looks ever so cheery to me, standing wet and bedraggled here in the wilds, “Do you think they'd let us lodge there tonight?” I'm not at all keen on sleeping on the wet ground, and it's hypothetically possible that such luxuries as tea might exist within. It has walls of irregular shaped stones stacked atop each other and a verdant sod roof that must keep it nicely warm in the winter, small clean glass windows and a red door. Well tended patches of vegetables grow about it in the small clearing it occupies and a little well stands nearby. All together agreeable. Clytemnestra seems to be considering broadly the same things as me, “It's often the case that folks will offer hospitality to travellers in return for news, company or a little coin. Thereagin it's often the case that folks will rob travellers.” That puts a little dampener on my increasingly optimistic fantasies of what wonders may lie within, which had grown to include hot soup and cigarettes. “I find that folks are generally pretty decent if you give them the chance,” I whisper back.” “Do you?” “Yes. I do. And... I mean, you trusted me.” “You're a lot smaller than I am, and unarmed. Anyone may live there.” I have to concede that point, but deep down I think Clytemnestra feels the same as me about strangers, and probably about hot soup and tea. After a long moment's thought she slides her rifle back into her scabbard, though I note she doesn't unload it first. It has no safety and she's not given to keeping it loaded, so I don't imagine she's entirely trusting as we make our way slowly toward the cottage and emerge from the tree line. I knock at the door and we hear movement within, footsteps and the door is opened by a an attractive, narrow-waisted woman in a long dark red dress that shows perhaps a little more décolletage than is strictly necessary for an evening at home. She seems surprised to have visitors, but smiles at me and peers outside to look up at Clytemnestra. “Good evening, lady,” Clytemnestra takes charge and I'm happy to let her, “My companion and I saw the light at your window and wondered perhaps if two weary wayfarers might find hospitality for a night? We have travelled far and did not think to find anyone living in this wood.” “Nor should you have,” the woman replies in an exotic sing-song accent that I find most attractive, “Few are those who walk the road I watch, and I alone live by it. Come in and be welcome for a night.” She stands aside and motions us to enter. Just as I do I wonder if perhaps she has a pair of burly sons waiting to seize me as I cross the threshold, but no such thing happens. Inside the cottage is all one room with a flagstone floor covered in many rugs. Shelves over wooden chests line every wall holding a huge assortment of seemingly unrelated bric-a-brac. Clytemnestra has to bow low to pass through the doorway, only just fitting and she soon elects to settle on the floor by the large, empty stone fireplace. “My name is Lecto, and you are most welcome to my home, travellers.” Clytemnestra gives her our names. I'm starting to feel rather exposed as I stand dripping wet in thin, clinging white clothes before this attractive stranger. For someone who apparently lives alone in the depths of a forest, she takes very good care of herself. Her dark blond hair is clean and arranged just-so, her short nails perfectly smooth and clean, it cannot be easy to work her gardens and maintain them so. Her exotic, spicy perfume is distinct from the delicate scent of the dried flowers and herbs that hang in little bunches from the rafters. “You are hungry?” she asks, perhaps seeing my eyes stray to the herbs and the little stock of vegetables and hanging game in one corner of the house. “We have eaten already, lady,” Clytemnestra says, “Though if if you have wine we have a little coin.” Lecto goes to the place where she's stocked her provender and produces a tall, stoppered jug that I'd previously not noticed, she pours pale wine into three earthenware cups and passes two to us. It's tart and I think quite strong. I cannot tell what it's made from, but not grapes. Clytemnestra drains her cup in one slow swallow and licks her lips. “Drink and be at rest, if only for a night,” Lecto sips a little of her wine and I sip a little more of mine. Clytemnestra drops her cup to the floor and collapses after it. Without thinking I rush to her. Lecto is standing back, she points at me with her left hand, her fingers... They are glowing. “Hold! Girl, hold or it'll be the worse for you.” I cower back against Clytemnestra's unconscious form as my skin begins to tingle. “Trespassers in my woods is it! And come even to me to beg shelter and wine... Wine!” “We didn't know!” I stammer out. “As though I care,” the tingling of my skin intensifies and I feel the little bone buttons on my blouse start to unfasten on their own. Lecto still speaks, “Your spirits will nourish the forest that your bodies defile,” unseen force rips the blouse from my body and I gasp. Lecto takes a step forward “But first, your body will serve me.” Lecto drains her wine cup and I move as fast as I am able snatching Clytemnestra's heavy gun from the scabbard and swinging it 'round even as I pull the trigger. In the small stone cottage the report is like a physical blow. The gun is catapulted out of my hands and I fall back against Clytemnestra. I scrabble to sit upright, I can hear nothing but tinnitus. Lecto's body sprawls face-down on the floor. The shot must have spun her about. A mighty crater covers most of her back, and an equally mighty one mars the stone wall behind her amid smashed shelves and dripping red gore. I sit stunned for some time, thinking nothing, feeling nothing. The first sensation that reaches me is movement. My back is tight against Clytemnestra and her long, slow breathing rocks me gently as I come to my senses. Blood soaks the rugs beneath Lecto, it darkens the already dark red dress she wears. I can just about stagger to the door before horror-born nausea overtakes me. Even as I vomit I'm a little proud that I made it to the door first. I shake all over as I timidly approach Lecto's body and queasily throw a rug over her. It's only when I turn away that I realise my white top is still lying on the floor. I put it back on with shaking hands and try to rouse Clytemnestra. I'd have as much success trying to wake Lecto. She's out cold, hominine torso stretched across the floor. I find a nasty gouge in her flank, bleeding a little and probably badly bruised, from where the butt of her gun hit her when I fired. I don't understand that. She'd drunk her whole cup, but Lecto and I had both drunk too and and Clytemnestra must weigh half a ton or more. No drug could have done that to her and not affected us. I'd swear Lecto hadn't had the chance to slip something into one cup and not the others, I'd watched her pour them out. I pace back and forth, too nervous, too sick to sit, certainly to sleep. I check on Clytemnestra often, and she does not change, always breathing comfortably, her pulse strong, very strong in fact. I cannot quite bare to look at the lumpen shape beneath the rug by the wall. I examine the strange collection of things that line the shelves all around me. It seems obvious now. There's cooking gear, mess tins, tinderboxes, lots of things like that. There are compasses and walking sticks, several firearms of different types and other weapons besides, clubs and daggers mostly. It seem obvious that Lecto has taken most of these things from travellers in 'her' woods. Everything on these shelves I could see being carried by some luckless bastard drugged and murdered by Lecto. What had she said? That our bodies defile it, but our spirits will nourish it... And then, then there's what she'd done. Her fingers had glowed, literally shed light, she'd undone my buttons and ripped the shirt off my back without touching a thing. It all smacks of, of magic. I might've guessed. I think I'm taking the implications of my deduction pretty well, but I've spent the last three days with a centaur, so there's a level of acclimatisation at work. It has a logic to it. A witch in the woods, makes perfect sense. My mind runs in circles about these ideas for some hours. I cannot bring myself to pick up Clytemnestra's rifle where it lays pointing – naturally – at the body so badly hidden. My hands still shake. Worse when I look at the gun, or where it is pointing. I cannot help but practice my justifications. She is a bandit, very likely a murderer, quite possibly a wicked witch, and sounded very much like a rapist. She'd drugged my friend, I was acting in self defence, I'd had no time to think. I wonder if any one of those things actually makes what I did okay, or even all of them together. Now I wonder if I'd feel the same way if she'd looked like a wicked witch instead of the attractive lady with the alluring accent she had been. I wish Clytemnestra were awake. It's very dark outside now, but four oil lamps glow brightly in the cottage. I try to turn them up a little more, wanting more light, but there are no wicks, no oil in any, just flame, burning nothing. Despite my earlier conclusions that frightens me a little and I retreat to the centre of the room, sitting right against Clytemnestra, in the crook of her foreleg. She is a big, warm presence against me, and I feel a little calmer. It's some hours later. At times I've paced, or tried to fiddle with the things on the shelves, but mostly I've sat with Clytemnestra. I've put some more rugs and some cushions from Lecto's bed under her hominine body and I hear these rustling as she stirs in her sleep. I shake her, cry out her name and she stirs more restlessly, waking slowly with unfocussed eyes. I wrap my arms around her, hold her tight and she holds me without really knowing why, I think. “I... I...” she looks around, disentangles herself from me. She sees her gun on the floor immediately, she sees the shape under the rug against the wall, the wet red bullet hole in the wall. She takes hold of me again, both hands on my shoulders, “What happened?” “She drugged you! She... I... I mean, she drugged you and then, her hand was glowing. And she said our spirits would feed the forest. She was going to hurt us. Look at all this stuff, she took it from other people.” Clytemnestra picks up her rifle, breaks it and extracts the shells, one empty, one charged. “She said our bodies defiled the wood, but out spirits would feed it and her hands were glowing and then I started to feel weird all over, and I got your gun and, well...” Clytemnestra just nods. She stows the gun and takes me into her arms again, soothing me, “If she was a sorceress that will be why no one comes here any more,” she holds me tight as I melt into her, “You did well. It's a good thing this place is so small. Not many people could have shot a sorceress.” “I didn't mean to!” “You didn't?” “No! Or, maybe, I just, she was coming for me and I reacted without thinking and I killed her.” “Ah. Good thing too. World's a lot better off without her witchery, and I think all the people who came here before us would agree.” “That doesn't make it okay.” She thinks about that for a moment, “Well, no, in a sense, it doesn't, No right thinking person ever celebrated a death, but I think the next person who passes this way might disagree with you. Her deeds were bound to catch up with her sooner or later, evil sown is evil reaped.” “What are we going to do now?” “I won't speak for her spirit, but her body is going to feed the forest. In the morning, we'll go on. The sun will rise, I'll kiss my lady, the world will turn and travellers abroad will be a very little safer.” Clytemnestra hushes me with a finger as I am about to speak again, she rises quite steadily to her hooves. For my sake I think she picks up Lecto's body, rug and all and carries it outside. She's gone for several minutes and I just wait for her to return. She returns, ducking low through the doorway and I go to her, wanting again the comfort of her arms. I feel her pick me up and she carries me the few steps into the middle of the room where she gracefully settles down and places me on the cushions I had gathered for her. She tenderly kisses me again as she lays me down. Our lips part, I look into her great dark eyes, I feel the heat of her body over me, her firm breasts against me, her hand running up my thigh. Her finger brushes over my centre and all the horrors of the night are forgotten in my desire for the woman above me. Another kiss, her tongue probes my mouth, her hands glide around my hips and up, and up. She catches my blouse, pulls it over my head without troubling to unfasten it. Her fingernails trail across exposed skin, across my shoulders, my breasts, my nipples, electric paths of pleasure and anticipation. My sex aches for her to touch me there again, but she does not. Her skilled fingers tease at my nipples while she kisses a trail from my lips down. When she takes a nipple in her mouth I moan aloud and my hands try to force her lower, but she does not move. The gentlest nip of her teeth warns me not to rush her. She licks her way to the other tip and the slow teasing stimulation starts again, until I think I'll not stand it any longer. Finally she's satisfied in her work and she resumes her kissing, licking journey lower. She pauses again at my navel but I am distracted by the surge of hope as her hands pull my skirt down and I can kick it off. I try to pull my wet knickers off and her strong hands force mine away as her lips have reached my needy cunt. She takes a long, slow lick of the drenched fabric, and another before she pulls them slowly down my legs. Finally I am laid open before her. My hands pull her head toward me and for once she does not resist, lowering her lips to my cunt with a lust almost the equal of my own. I gasp as she gives me a long deep lick, more for her pleasure than mine and then she settles her wonderful lips deep into my thick delta of hair. She eats noisily, wetly at my dripping cunt and I'm lost in pleasure, writhing under her stroking tongue, I grip great handfuls of the rugs and cushions, I shudder wonderfully as her upper lip caresses the hood of my little clit and cry nonsense as her tongue encircles the point itself. Agonisingly, she backs down before I can come, her lips slow, her tongue retreats and for long moments she she slowly teases me down from the hight of ecstasy. She sucks on my outer lips and laps at the juices dripping freely from my overheated honeypot. I look down, her face is buried in my hairy cunt but her eyes look straight into mine. In that moment her tongue laps at my clit and I come, my eyes locked with hers until I fall back, squirming and crying out. The air is sweet with perfume, I'm warm and comfortable and I don't want to move. Soft sounds of birdsong and gentle movement invade my ears along with a rhythmic striking sound that I think must have woken me. Wait, where am I? I open my eyes. It's morning, sunlight streams through the cottage's small windows. I'm in bed, Lecto's bed! I freeze expecting creeping horror to overcome me but somehow, it does not. I feel barely a tremor as everything of last night comes back to me. Clytemnestra is lighting the fire, she sees that I am awake and smiles sweetly. “Sleep well?” “What happened?” “You fell asleep, so I put you to bed. I think you were a bit overcome.” “Overcome isn't the word I'd use,” I say shedding the blankets and standing, naked. “Well, I'm not one to boast.” “That's not what I meant,” I gather up my clothes. “Even so, you had a stressful experience. I thought it best to take your mind off of it, the best way I know how. Things like that catch you up eventually. Wait, wait, don't put that on.” “You're insatiable! Can't I at least have a drink first?” Clytemnestra laughs and shakes her head, “That's not what I meant. I've been going through some of these things. Most of the sorceress's clothes should fit you and you can't wear the same thing every day.” “You do,” I reply half-heartedly, looking through a modest selection of clothes that Clytemnestra has set out. It looks like every garment Lecto owned was some shade of red. I pick up a pair of her knickers and smell them. They are clean, but there is that unmistakeable, exciting scent of woman. That gives me pause as I realise what it is I'm doing. I'm smelling the knickers of a dead woman, one I killed, and I'm getting hot. Clytemnestra slaps my bum. “Get dressed, naughty. There'll be time for that later,” she ducks out of the door. Chastened, I slip the red knickers on along with a long wine-coloured dress and my white boots. I feel... conflicted. I don't feel the horror that I should, though. There is something, some sense that what I did last night was wrong, but I feel distant from it – as though it happened years ago, as though I've had all the time I need to come to terms with something that no one should ever do, and why I did it. I am troubled, but not by what I did, or how I feel about it, but by the lack of feeling. As I pull my boots on Clytemnestra comes back in with a big clay pitcher of well water. “I think we can call this a win from almost any angle,” she says pouring the water into an iron kettle which she hangs over the small fire she's made, “We made this wood a little safer for everyone else, we found you something to wear and unless I miss my guess, some of this stuff will fetch a pretty penny in the city.” I don't care about that right now, Clytemnestra is boiling a kettle! “Is there tea?” “There certainly is! I thought you'd be happy about that.” To say the least, I am. It's rich and dark and aromatic, and not any variety that I recognise, but it's real tea, perfect and cleansing for to a troubled soul. I drink it slowly savouring the heady steam and the bitter, earthy aftertaste while Clytemnestra watches occasionally, smiling at the pleasure she's brought me. She is rattling around the room opening chests and scanning shelves, examining Lecto's stolen possessions, sometimes selecting something and laying it on the bed. She seems to be selecting things based on saleability, she's gathered a goodly amount of jewellery and coin, almost all the firearms, a couple of handsome leather books and anything else that looks more valuable than bulky. The books prove to be, for want of a better word, spell books. Hand written records of Lecto's magic. They are incomprehensible to me, but just the idea is thrilling. “You should take one of these for yourself,” she waves at the guns, “It might be good for both of us,” she rubs her flank where the blow she'd taken from her own rifle butt is swollen and sore looking. “I'm sorry about that, I really didn't mean to...” “I'm honestly glad you did. You saved both our lives and that gun was never intended to be used by anyone your size. I think we both came out the other end better than we had any right to expect.” “Does it hurt bad?” “Yes. Yes it does.” I stammer and she sweeps me closer to plant a kiss on the top of my head, “All the same I'd feel better if you had a gun made for small, breakable people.” There's not much to say to that, and in fact, after last night I would feel better armed. I look over the firearms and select a lever-action rifle with a beautiful polished walnut stock furnished in silver. I'm not sure Clytemnestra is as impressed by it as I am. Her own rifle is much more utilitarian, but this one fits my shooting stance perfectly and if the finely adjustable sights are anything to go by, it'll prove highly accurate. Clytemnestra scrounges up the cartridges that go with it and the tube-magazine accepts six of the two dozen she finds. I'm inclined to keep the magazine charged. I genuinely do feel better for being less helpless in what I now know to be a potentially deadly world. I'm even a little tempted to take an attractive rapier, but I know nothing about swordplay, and I'm not quite dumb enough to think I can wing it. But I do see something I can use, and it excites me far more than it probably should. “What's that?” Clytemnestra asks, seeing my pick up the brass disc, grinning like a child. “A slide-rule!” I show her how the cursor rotates about the disc. “What's it for?” “Maths!” I ask her for a couple of big numbers and multiply them together, then divide them. I think she's impressed in an abstract sense, but she clearly doesn't share my excitement. “It's a good job you're pretty,” she concludes, leaving me to my toy. It is a very nice rule, though, both aesthetically and in terms of function, having both trigonometric and root functions as well as the normal log scales. A good portion of the morning has slipped us by by the time we've packed up everything we want to take and I've zeroed the sights of my rifle as best I can without wasting more than six shots. Clytemnestra makes me bring the spent brass with me. All of my clothes, a good sized canteen, my slide-rule and almost a pound of tea go in a tough-looking leather pack with the brass. Well, almost all of my clothes. “Clytemnestra,” I call, while packing, “Where are my knickers, my old white knickers?” “Maybe someone's put them in her own bag... For when she's alone.” And she'd called me naughty. It's fair to say that Clytemnestra is carrying far more than I. Everything except my pack and my new rifle is lashed from her broad back and, even accustomed to her feats of strength as I am I wonder if she hasn't underestimated the difficulty of hauling all this stuff for more than a week. Nevertheless, she never complains about it as we walk. Even I, now carrying a rifle and a canteen and a pack full of clothes feel lighter putting that place behind me. The path from the cottage takes us directly to the wider way we've been following since the lake and we resume our slow progress northwards. Clytemnestra says I look good in red and better with a gun. She says it wouldn't do for a centaur to fall for someone who cannot shoot, but all I hear of that is 'fall for'. “Centaurs learn to shoot as soon as we can hold a gun. We're the best hunters, the best markswomen and the best gunsmiths in the world. Humans overcomplicate things. I could have guessed you'd choose that gun, I've never seen a more human looking gun in all my days. No matter though, follow me and you'll cut an apple's stalk at a hundred yards.” I'm a fair shot, or at least I was when I was younger, but that seemed unlikely. I let her go on though. I just plain like the sound of her voice. “Why the sword, then?” “What?” “Why do you have that sword? I can't imagine it's more useful than a gun?” “People, of course.” “People!?” “You were lucky with the sorceress. Close range and maybe she hadn't even shielded herself, who knows, but you can't rely on that.” Clytemnestra explains, she's surprised that she even needs to, that most people, at least, most people who are at all likely to be shot at, are protected by spells. Magical shields that any sell-spell will cast for a small fee. She says such spells will turn most bullets, almost all of them beyond point-blank range but have a much harder time turning the blade of someone trained to fence against them. It's the sort of thing that everyone should know and my ignorance is clearly out of place. It's also disturbing to my recent feeling of confidence. I really am lucky that Lecto was so close when I fired, and that Clytemnestra's rifle is so large a calibre that her shield could not turn it. Clytemnestra says she has such a spell on her and is worried that I do not. It'd never occurred to her to ask. We stop for the night at a picturesque stone bridge which flies in two short arches across the river we'd seen leaving the lake four days ago. It's perhaps still a little early to stop for the night, but we think we won't find a more agreeable spot. I'm glad of the halt and though she doesn't say it, I think Clytemnestra is too. She shucks her load with every sign of pleasure and splashes into the river to sooth her tired muscles. I am more tired than I have been before at the end of day on account of the extra weight I'm carrying. I can but reflect on how poorly I'd be bearing up if my body were as it should be, rather than this fit, strong form I'm wearing here. I prepare a fire while Clytemnestra bathes. I'm getting pretty good at fire making, though Clytemnestra's firesteel is sized for a centaur's hand and is a touch unwieldy for me. I should have tried to find one amongst the travelling gear at Lecto's cottage. Ah, hindsight. Clytemnestra comes back to me, wet and naked and lovely. It really is surprising the difference between clothed and naked on her. The only things she ever wears are her halter top and that belt, most of her body is never covered, and yet... Somehow, to me there is a profound psychological difference between her naked and clothed states. A difference that I cannot fully explain. Centaurs have no shame about their bodies, she'd told me before, and will happily go naked at all times. Clytemnestra regards humans' clothing as a harmless, slightly adorable cultural foible and only wears a halter top to stop her breasts bouncing painfully when she needs to move. The fire and the late evening sun glisten off her wet, dark skin in a most attractive way and if I were not so tired and hungry I think she'd have to watch her back very carefully. Clytemnestra relaxes on the soft grass while I boil water for tea and play with my slide-rule for the simple mechanical pleasure of it. She watches me like I'm a baby who'd rather play with the box than the Christmas present that came in it. “May I see the books we took?” I ask her presently. “Of course,” she hands them over, “I guessed you could read when you got excited over that toy.” “Toy... wait, you can't?” “I'm no scholar.” That's interesting. I suppose literacy isn't something I should take for granted, even amongst demonstrably intelligent people like Clytemnestra. “They're spellbooks, aren't they, I bet?” I nod, “They seem so.” “Thinking of learning sorcery, are you?” That's... That's an interesting question. In fact I'm simply curious. I want to see if they say anything about the shields Clytemnestra had told me about. That and just again to see real spell books. “Can people? Can one just... Learn sorcery?” I ask. “They must be able to,” she says,, “Else how could anyone become a sorceress?” “Is it that simple?” “I doubt it.” I open the smaller book at the beginning. It's akin to some kind of work book or research journal. Most of it means nothing to me, less than nothing, but there are notes, margin scrawls, points of conjecture and such that I can read. I scan through page after page. Here and there, reading everything that I can. The whole book is the same, as is the other, larger volume, though this one is unfinished, the last two thirds blank paper waiting to be filled. I go back the the smaller book and start at the beginning again. Clearly, this is not the first book Lecto ever used for this purpose, the first pages are little different to the last, rather than showing any kind of growing complexity like one'd expect from a learner. “Why'd you take these if you're not thinking of learning sorcery?” “Spellbooks are probably worth something to someone, and I didn't want to leave them laying around to fall into just anyone's hands.” That makes sense. I carry on reading, skipping between both books and find nothing that seems anything to do with a spell shield. Nevertheless I keep at it most of that evening, until the light starts to fade, and most of the next few evenings as I find I am beginning to comprehend what's going on in these opaque texts. I notice repetitions in the spell-writing. Phrases and strings that crop up together, or in related ways throughout the books. I begin to deduce that certain words are always associated with light, or liquid or pain. It seems to me that magic is very much like a computer language, and spells are very much like programmes written in the language and executed by the universe. Those are the analogies I use to myself for magic seems to possess all the positive and negative traits implied by them. Magic seems to be utterly logical and complex only in the sense that it is usually an agglomeration of many very simple elements. On the downside it seems dangerously literal and most useful spells appear to require a very complex arrangement of those simple elements. Real sorcery seems very daunting, certainly a lifetime's work, but I imagine almost anyone could come to grips with a 'hello world' sort of spell. I begin to create one. An essay in magic to test my theories and to prove that those elements I think I understand do mean what they seem. I study in the evenings and we walk all day. The path now runs along the bank of the river, which has grown broad and calm. We stop only briefly every couple of hours. Clytemnestra often likes to sleep for ten or fifteen minutes during these pauses. When she does I read from Lecto's books. Clytemnestra asks me if I really am teaching myself magic and I admit that it is so. She's supportive, but warns me against taking too much inspiration from books which belonged to one who clearly abused magic. On the night of the eighth day I think I'm ready. Clytemnestra expects that we will find the edge of the forest tomorrow or perhaps the day after. We are camped on the riverbank and have a small fire burning as normal – Clytemnestra has shot a bear and we're cooking the least tough meat. “I think I'm ready to try a little magic.” “Are you certain?” “As I can be,” I say confidently. Clytemnestra still looks skittish and I cannot blame her, though I'm only afraid of failure, rather than disaster. I cannot imagine any way the spell I've designed can go wrong, other than by simply not working. I look into the fire, think the spell-machine I've designed and the flames turn purple-blue. Clytemnestra flinches, startled and my skin tingles just like the last time I was near magic. She peers at the amethyst fire, “Is it safe?” “Well... Not really. It's still fire.” “Is it safe to cook over it?” “It's exactly as it always was, but for the colour.” “You're sure?” “Without a doubt,” and I am. The spell is very very simple, there's nothing in it that can alter any property of the fire but the colour of light it sheds. I can almost see the logic-processes at work beneath the universe - an endless logical flow of execute, if-then and go-to. Magic cannot do anything but what it is told, to the letter. The flames burn purple all night, as I know they will. I'd set no end-condition in my spell so it will last as long as the fire does. Clytemnestra calls me her sorceress and holds me against her as we watch it burn, I can feel her pride. I ask her to tell me about the north, and about the city we're heading for. “I don't know what it's called. No one does.” “No one?” “No one I've spoken to. Few travel the old forest road today, and with good reason, and if there is a road west of the mountains I don't know it. They say the north is a land of city states, every one a princedom unto itself. Some trade with one another and some likely plot war after the manner of princes everywhere.” “But there's one near here?” “Perhaps. It's said this path joins some wider way and roads don't exist without places to go. Likely we will find our city, but I care not very much.” “You don't?” “I've enjoyed travelling with you this little time, lady. I could stand to travel much farther in your company, and the world is full enough of good things to see that missing one city will not matter much.” “I've enjoyed travelling with you too,” I say, snuggling deeper into her embrace, “More than I've ever enjoyed anything before.” “You'll make me vain talking like that.” “Will it be dangerous? The north?” “I should think so, everywhere is in its right way. What have we to fear though? Are we not a markswoman of the Dawn Plains and a mighty sorceress?” I look up at her liquid eyes lit by the flickering purple fire and can feel her lust for life, if not her confidence. “Tell me about the south, then, if you can't talk about the north. Tell me about the Dawn Plains.” “Ah, you should see my country. Where the high plain lasts forever and the sky is so large you might never see it all.” I've never asked Clytemnestra about her past, self conscious of my refusal to share mine, but 'Dawn Plains' sounds romantic to me and there is obvious pride on the way she speaks. “The sunrise is swift and fierce and far seeing, like the people. The wildflowers cover everything and game of every kind so abundant that hunters may choose only the best.” “I should very much like to see it.” “You may, and yet, perhaps not if you travel with me. There's so much more I have to see before I ever think of home.” “Don't you think you'll ever grow tired of wandering?” “I hope not. And there are advantages to being a wanderer.” “Such as?” To answer me she slips a hand under my red silk top and massages a small breast, “I meet the most interesting people.” I wriggle delightedly back against her hard body and her other hand starts pawing at me too. It slides under my waistband and inside my knickers. I push my centre into her questing fingers and squeak as she nips with her teeth at the tip of my ear. Her hand comes back and she rubs my juice between her fingers. I lean forward to lick it up but she smears it over my lips and kisses me hard from behind. I hear her tail swish through the grass, lashing back and forth as it always does when she's aroused. I want her so badly! She gently pinches my stiff nipple as her left hand takes another slow swipe of my honeypot. I franticly unbutton my top. Her fingers are coated in my juice again and we both suck on them, kissing and licking her wet fingers in equal measure. I struggle to my feet and shed my skirt awkwardly while Clytemnestra gropes at whatever she can. She licks my hairy armpit and then plants a healthy swat on my arse when I giggle, dancing out of her reach clad only Lecto's lacy red pants. Before she can rise and pursue I scamper around behind her and slap her bum in return. “Ah!” she cries out, so I spank her again. “Will you play fair?” “Oh! Yes! Another stinging slap on the other side of her broad bum, “Will you play nice?” “Anything, lady,” she moans, twitching that gorgeous equine rear at me.” Smack! “Will you piss all over me?” My drippy knickers get even wetter at the nasty question. “Try and stop me!” I don't. Her tail swishes more excitedly still and I drop to me knees behind her, her hindquarters rising to meet me. I plant a long wet, licking kiss on her delicious cunny filling my mouth with the taste. “Mmmm,” she moans, “It's coming.” My fingers rub my wet sex through a thin layer of red silk and my tongue lightly traces her quivering black lips. “It's coming,” her voice is heady with lust. “Piss on me, Clytemnestra,” I pant between sloppy, slurping licks at her quaking cunt, “Piss all over me!” My hips rock back and forth, driving my snatch against my wanton, rubbing fingers. Clytemnestra's hot love drips from my chin and runs down my naked chest. Her womanhood spasms around my tongue and an instant later I am driven back by torrent of hot urine. My stinging eyes snap shut and I fall back, startled by the force, I'm instantly soaked head to foot. Masturbating furiously I open my mouth to catch the wild stream as it plays across my whole body. My sex pulses with every splash of steaming piss. I rub harder and faster with each second, coming closer to nirvana every moment. Clytemnestra jerks her rear and the jet of piss washes all over my face. The taste alone sends me over the edge, my sex convulses and I fall back, panting on the wet ground, steaming gently in the amethyst firelight. The last of her urine sluices from Clytemnestra's equine slit. I'm not done with her yet. I kneel up again, even as the aftershocks make me clasp my wet thighs together. Clytemnestra's cunt drips with love and piss, the smell is overpowering, divine, sexual beyond words. I drink down the cocktail flowing from her winking sex, lapping at her sensitive walls, pulling at her soft lips with my own. I feel her secret place pulsing around my tongue as I lick her deep within. She moans as my fingers massage her proud clit. Her body is shaking with pleasure. I spread her lips with both hands, and lick her slick sex all the way up until she shrieks in surprise when my tongue lightly strokes her tight little bum. The slightest touch there makes her quiver and I cannot help but do it again, harder this time before moving back down. I lap delicately at her clitty before taking it between my lips. I flick my tongue across the swollen centre of her desire and her body tenses all at once and she cries aloud. I lick her lips hard and press my face deeper into her spasming cunt as she comes, hammering the ground with her fists. I stride impudently around to stand in font of her, licking my lips, “You're right... There are advantages in being a wanderer.” I leave her with a lingering, wet kiss and wade into the river to wash my skin and hair clean. I'm feeling fantastic. I've demonstrated legitimate magical power, and my ability to bring so magnificent a woman as Clytemnestra to the height of pleasure is every bit as wondrous to me. I feel about a hundred feet tall as I strut wet and almost naked back toward the fire. I peel off my knickers and lay them out to air dry while I sit dripping on Lecto's red blanket, letting the fire and the warm night air dry my skin. Clytemnestra cannot take her eyes off me, It's all I can do not to shout and laugh and roar defiance at the gods themselves.

Chapter 2 - Cat-Scratch Fever (anal, irrumatio, nasty cum)

            Author’s Note: This one isn’t a commission, so I’m mostly just writing it for me (and all of you, of course). That means I get to experiment with new styles and kinks a little bit, which is nice. Hope you enjoy it.             I know I said in the description we probably wouldn’t be seeing any big names for a few chapters, but then I was reading through some of the Catwoman comics from a year or two ago and found the name of a hotel she used to lie low for a couple of weeks, and since Alex and Syx needed a place to crash for the night… I figured it would be neat for the three of them to meet up. Which is how Alex ends up fucking her in the ass.             The back half of the chapter is a little dirtier than the stuff I’m usually into (read here: fucking disgusting to most) but I thought I’d try and see a style more similar to the inimitable Tastatura. Which led to me adopting some of his subject matter, which isn’t bad if you’re in the mood for it.   Tl;dr: The first half is relaxed anal with Catwoman, and the second half is intense irrumatio and what I can only describe to a less depraved person as “semen of a nauseating consistency.”   I woke up feeling… sticky. Sticky amidst luxurious sheets in a bed larger than most panel vans, with a woman that could give Aphrodite a run for her money in the looks department, isn’t a bad way to wake up, though. Syx was stretched out beside me entirely naked, dried cum splattered across her face, chest, ass… well, most of her, really. On her side, her massive breasts pressed together around one arm in a way that had to be cutting off her circulation from the sheer weight of all that titflesh; it would probably have looked kind of funny if it wasn’t so fucking hot. As my cock began to throb languidly to life, I briefly considered moving around the bed so I could slide into her from behind, but more important (though only slightly) matters prevailed. Namely a full bladder and demanding stomach. The Hotel Belle Monico is a high-rise hotel smack in the center of Gotham City, and my place of residence for the foreseeable future. I’d briefly considered marching my way over to Wayne Manor and demanding to sleep in Bruce Wayne’s bed, but… ugh, what I drive that would’ve been. Seriously, downtown Gotham is like, an hour and a half away from the outskirts of Gotham. Let the rich boy keep his room, it’s not like he has anything else going on. And besides, this penthouse was… impressive wouldn’t fit the bill. Well-appointed? Palatial, maybe. To my understanding, most hotels like this have two or three penthouse suites, but the Belle Monico had one massive residence that sprawled over the top of the building complete with three bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms,  two living rooms, a study, a full kitchen and range… the list goes on. There’s a pool on the fucking balcony. I played Call of Duty in virtual reality for half an hour while Syx blew me. It was paradise. And the service was pretty excellent as well. They offered a full menu of weird, likely-French cuisine, but I wasn’t really interested in that. They did, however, have an omelet buffet service that they would bring and serve in the damn room for you. I ordered up and told them to charge it to whoever actually owned the pent house. She tried to tell me their names, but they sounded Brazilian or something, and if there are millionaires in Brazil while most of the country is failing, they probably deserve to pay for my breakfast anyway. The master bathroom had a waterfall shower and a garden tub with French doors that opened to the balcony. I resolved to fuck somebody, likely Syx, in both, and relieved myself in an entirely separate room with the toilet, which I’m given to understand is called a “water closet”. It was while I screwed around with the panel on the wall that apparently controlled heating panels in the floor (seriously, fucking rich people) that I heard the sliding doors of the balcony open in the main living room. “Morning, Syx, I ordered omelet—” The woman wearing a skintight cat suit that fit her curves like, well, a second skin, and carrying a crate full of mewling cats, was definitely not Syx. Although, the lithe figure and ass you could bounce a quarter off of could probably have been hers. Those tits, though, while pretty large for such an athletic woman, weren’t nearly as big as Syx’s. “Alright, so I’m going to walk out while you stare at my tits, perv,” she intoned drily, turning back toward the sliding door and breaking me from my reverie. She had a point. I know she was the one that broke in, but I was playing a terrible host. As she turned, I couldn’t help but glance at that ass again, it was truly something to behold. Even in that ridiculously tight costume, every fluid step caused it to bounce and wobble a little, framed by gorgeously thick thigs and crowned by what I assume was a utility belt of some kind, complete with little pouches on one side and a coiled black bullwhip on the other. “You’re Catwoman, aren’t you?” I asked as recognition dawned on me. She didn’t show up in the papers much; supposedly she was just as sneaky as Batman himself, but there were enough descriptions going around that I’d put it together. This could be another interesting person to use my new powers on. “I always wondered what people like you did during the day. Not many masks that go out in the sun in this city, except for maybe that kid in the yellow armor. Why don’t you stick around for a little while?” The woman hopped up onto the railing of the balcony, four-inch length of solid stone. Perched there in a crouch, her figure was incredible. The general word was that she was some kind of cat burglar that stole jewels from all over the world, though she’d also been known to stand alongside the Bat when things got out of hand in the city. If she was fitting those curves through windows or ventilation shafts, she probably deserved to get away with whatever she stole. “Fine, but only because I’m tired, and my babies need to eat,” Catwoman replied, twisting lithely off the rail and slinking back into the living room. “You mentioned omelets?”     A half hour later, she and I were sitting opposite Syx at a table carried in by the Belle Monico’s attendants. They’d offered to serve us while we ate, but with Catwoman hiding in one of the bedrooms, I figured it would be best to dismiss them. The food was pretty excellent, though. They had a machine similar to a waffle maker to which you added the beaten egg and toppings, so making the omelets was so easy a child could’ve done it. We each ate two, and Catwoman gave sausage and eggs and the like to “her babies” while I finished a third. Syx explained quietly that my newly-improved anatomy required a powerful metabolism, so I’d have to get used to eating a ton of food. “So, uh… Catwoman,” I said awkwardly, making my way into the living room with a glass of orange juice. I’d introduced myself and Syx, but she hadn’t given anything in the way of a pseudonym. “Or is there something else you’d rather I called you?” “That’s fine, I guess,” she replied distantly, scratching under the chin of a little tabby cat while it nuzzled against her. “I don’t plan on being here long anyway. Once the sun starts to go down, I’ll get out of your hair.” “No rush,” I offered, flopping down onto a plush sectional and drinking from my glass. “Me penthouse es su penthouse, or whatever.” She snorted. “The Spanish word for penthouse is ‘atico’.” “Well, you get the point,” I said, preparing myself. I knew for a fact that the power Syx had given me was working, since I’d used it to get her to stay earlier, but using it on a woman who made her living doing dangerous stuff to get in her pants still got my heart thumping. This wasn’t a teenager that bussed tables at a bar, this was a woman who jumped from rooftops and stole famous diamonds and could hold her own in a fight against the freaking Batman. “Stop staring,” she said without looking up, still watching the cats work their way through a plate of sausage and eggs. “I’m glad you don’t mind my staying here, but that doesn’t mean you get to look at my ass all day.” That did it. If she thought getting checked out was bad… “I’m just impressed by the suit,” I replied, gesturing to her costume, complete with ears on her cowl and what looked like retractable metal claws on her fingertips. “I’ve only ever seen grainy photos of you on the internet. Why don’t you take it off and let me have a look at it?” She stood with an exaggerated sigh, like I was asking her to do something that required significant effort, but off came her boots and gloves. She tossed them on a nearby chair and began slowly working her way out of her suit, turning to me as she did it. A zipper ran from her throat all the way down her throat, and as she pulled it, my mood improved dramatically. I’d suspected from the lack of lines in her suit that she hadn’t been wearing underwear, but every new inch of pale flesh exposed by the traveling zipper confirmed it, soon treating me to the smooth inner cleavage of her full, plump breasts. The zip went all the way down to her crotch, eventually uncovering a well-groomed patch of black hair and the pale pink hood of her clitoris. I was rock hard by this point, my cock throbbing to life under my overly-plush Belle Monico bath robe. I made no effort to hide it, though, instead letting it slowly nudge aside the inner hem until it broke free of the fabric and towered proudly over my lap, nine inches of solid fuck meat that twitched languidly in the gray light of the Gotham morning. When she saw it, I noticed one eyebrow lift ever so slightly, but from then on she did her damnedest not to look at it. I kind of liked her haughty attitude, though. It was a marked difference from Syx, who had literally thrown herself on my cock when we’d gotten into bed last night. The suit, it turned out, really was tight. Catwoman had to shimmy a little to get either arm out of its sleeve, and that set her breasts to wobbling in a way that could’ve made a blind man stare, her bouncy titflesh jiggling back and forth. Every movement of those beautiful jugs must’ve rubbed the material against her nipples too, because they went from soft and pink to rosy and stiff before she could break her shoulders free, pushing the costume to her waist. After that it was just the task of forcing the suit down over her wide, baby-bearing hips and down her plush thighs. Eventually, she kicked it off her slender ankles and brought it over to me, though she kept her mask on. I could hardly begrudge her keeping her identity to herself. “It’s made out of a polymerized carbon-fiber, woven in a lattice structure so it can stretch when I need it to,” she said, dropping her costume in my lap before stretching out on the section of sofa to my right, much like her namesake animal. “It’s not bullet-proof or anything, but it can take most blades without fraying or cutting. It probably smells, I haven’t bathed in a while. It’s been a rough couple of days.” The suit was cool, but I’d be a fool to be looking at it with so much beautiful woman naked in front of me. The light touched her skin in a way that made her glow in even the gloomy morning light, looking for all the world like the avatar of some forgotten goddess of love. She was absolutely stunning, and my cock was absolutely rigid for looking at her. “I was just about to hop in the tub, if you want to join me,” I told her, rising to my feet and letting my bath robe fall from my shoulders. She eyed my body up and down once, her gaze lingering on my stiff rod for a moment. “It’s a big bath tub, I’m sure we could both fit. Save the Garden State a little water.” Catwoman’s slender brows rose, a smug smile playing across her full lips. “Well, if we’re doing it to save the planet…” I grinned, then leaned through the doorway into the kitchen to find Syx. She was sitting on a chair backward, leaning over the back of it and playing on a tablet she’d found somewhere. Or pulled out of thin air, maybe. Either way, she looked to be playing some kind of game on it. “We’re going to take a bath, care to join us?” “No, you two go ahead,” she said, biting her lip in consternation. “I have pigs to crush, and I’m sure you’ll wreck my pussy plenty later on.” I snorted, shaking my head as she mixed silly with salacious. She was right, though. I’d take her in a heart beat any time of day. Catwoman was a bombshell in her own right, no doubt about it, but Syx was on another level. If Catwoman was the avatar of a lust goddess, Syx was the goddess herself in all of her heavenly glory, the manifestation of impossible fantasy in bare reality. “Thank you, by the way,” I added lightly, catching her clear blue eyes from where I stood. “I won’t ever be able to thank you enough for the gifts you’ve given me. I think this is everything I ever wanted out of life.” She grinned, an expression of warmth and amusement that spread across her face slowly, but entirely. “Don’t mention it.” I rapped on the doorjamb twice, then headed back into the living room. Catwoman’s costume was scattered on the couch, gloves on one end and boots on the other where she’d left them. Her whip had been discarded as well, a big squishy-faced cat toying with the end of it, and beside it was her cowl. I raised my eyebrows, uncertain of myself. Did I really want to know who Catwoman was? What if she was somebody I recognized? But no, that couldn’t be. I’d have taken stock of a body like that. Stroking my cock slowly, keeping myself primed for whatever awaited, I strode through the master bedroom toward the bathroom door. As I opened it, a cloud of steam wafted out to greet me, sticking to my skin as I entered. Catwoman sat on the rim of the tub, warm water rushing into the basin from the tap, ass practically enveloping the porcelain rim. I followed the graceful line of spine up her slender waist to her upper torso, where I could see the gentle swell of her breasts on either side of her. Her back was powerful, but not necessarily muscular, framed by strong shoulders and an elegant, swan-like neck. Her head was topped with jet black hair in a pixie cut, somehow tousled despite having worn her cowl only minutes before. “You’re just in time,” she purred, turning to one side to greet me. “The bath is almost drawn.” Her face was faerie-like, the angles of it sharp and angelic from high cheek bones to plush lips and button nose. I’d already been able to see most of her mouth, but the frame of her face gave it new context as she looked at me, her expression smug and sultry. Her eyes were a deep emerald green that sparkled in the light that came in through the French doors. She was every bit the cat, eyeing a particularly willful mouse. I knew I was technically in control of the situation, but as I moved toward her, her green eyes roaming my body, I felt ready to give in to her wild nature. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured without thinking, looking her over. “I know,” she replied cheekily, reaching over to turn off the water. It wasn’t quit to the brim, but I imagine that was best, considering both of us were planning on getting into it. We’d definitely fit, though; the tub was massive, situated up against the two big French doors, which opened out onto the massive balcony. On the other side of the doors was the edge of the pool. “Come on, the water’s cooling,” Catwoman purred. She looked heavenly on the edge of the tub, long legs half in the water, nipples stiff. I couldn’t have turned her down even if I’d wanted to. Moving toward her across the warm tile of the floor (she must’ve gotten the heated floor working), I climbed carefully into the curved edge of the tub, my rigid erection brushing against the smooth skin of her arm and leaving a trail of glistening precum. The water was almost scalding hot, which was how I preferred it, and I slid in with a sigh. She followed suit carefully, making a little show of standing, her back arched, giving me a perfect view of her tight little twat and perfect asshole, framed by her luxurious thighs and the smooth curve of her pillowy ass, before lowering herself into the water. There was more than enough room in that tub for her to sit on the other side without touching me, but instead she placed herself just in front of me. Then she slowly slid herself backward between my outstretched legs, slipping my cock into the smooth valley of her ample ass. I could feel the head of my dick travel along her flawless skin, pressing against her twitching asshole. I couldn’t see her face from this angle, but I could hear a soft nnf noise as she ground against me, pushing back just hard enough to keep me from sliding into her. Briefly, I considered grabbing those generous hips and slamming her down into my lap, but I knew she’d end up there eventually. Better to enjoy the journey. After a few moments of grinding, she shifted her hips, and the tip of my cock found the moist entrance of her sex. It was a peculiar thing, feeling the difference between the warm water and the viscous arousal drenching her pussy, but it was definitely there. She paused here, as if considering dropping pretense and sliding my cock into her, but then she continued backward, pressing me through her thighs until I brushed her clit. This earned a little gasp, and I could feel her pussy twitch against my shaft, but she settled into my lap, and leaned back into my chest. She was a scant few inches shorter than me, and her head was at the perfect height to rest on my shoulder. “Cats like to cuddle, if you didn’t know,” she murmured in my ear, breath hot on my skin. Combined with the slow takeover of my body she’d just completed, it was the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced. I did my best to muster my willpower, and it was all I could do not to plunge into her with abandon. My breaths were halfway to panting, my rigid cock snug between her plush thighs, tip of my cock nuzzling her clit with every movement, and I could feel her twat drooling against my shaft. She had me right where she wanted me, and I was madly invested. Carefully, slowly, I reached out for the little bottle of body wash on a low shelf set into the wall. We didn’t have a pouf or anything, but I got the sense this bath would be followed by a shower later anyway. Every movement I made nudged her clit, a stiff little bead now fully exposed and perched on my cumslit, causing her to gasp and whimper. Eventually, though, I managed to pour a little of the lavender-scented liquid onto my hands, scrubbing them together until they were both soapy. Starting at her waist, I began to work my hands in slow circles up her toned stomach, tracing the outline of her slight abs, along the curve of her rib cage. Cat began to groan softly, wiggling her hips ever so gently to grind herself along the length of my shaft. I could feel her clit throbbing against the head of my cock, every heartbeat of her echoing through me, and her cunt clenched and twitch against me. The tension was building between us, and by the time my hands found her breasts, we were just shy of panting. “Y-you know,” she whimpered, one hand coming up to find my cheek. “I think, hnn, a little stress relief i-is exactly what I—uuungh!” She broke off as her entire body jerked, grinding hard against my cock. I could feel her pussy pulse and twitch against my shaft, and my hands gripped her soft, full breasts and squeezed hard. This seemed to push her orgasm even harder, her moans going strained as I kneaded and massaged her breasts. Her face was addled with pleasure, plush bottom lip gripped beneath her teeth, a gentle flush across her cheeks. I groaned at the sight of her, every part of me rapt with her climax. My cock pulsed and twitched in time with her spasming cunt as she rolled her clit against the head of it, just on the verge of exploding. It was all I could do to hold on as she moaned and writhed against me. Cat came down after what felt like several long minutes of cumming and moaning, every brush of her clit and twist of her nipples spurring her climax on just a little longer. It left her a twitching, mewling mess, her head resting back on my shoulder, body limp against me in the water. My hands roamed her body slowly, gently, brushing the edges of her breasts as she slowly relaxed. She was languid in the afterglow, her body loose and lazy in my lap, and something about it was distinctly feline, like a cat lying in the sun. “I needed that,” she groaned softly. Her lips brushed against my jugular as she said it, and never left. Soon she was kissing and licking at my neck, slowly driving me insane. “Mmm, but it’s your turn now. Take me.” I didn’t need to be told twice. My balls felt fat and heavy, my orgasm pent up after so much sensual teasing. The swollen shaft of my cock felt bigger and harder than ever before, having been denied the immediate satisfaction it ached for by the relentless foreplay we’d engaged in. It was more than time for me to see how deep I could get inside her. She was light, almost weightless in the water as I lifted her bodily by her hips. She didn’t seem to be in much of a mood for movement, but I didn’t mind doing the work for her. She’d gotten hers, and I didn’t mind using her like a living kitty cocksleeve until I used mine. Her lack of direction did offer something of a silent consent for me to do as I pleased with her, though, so I did, dragging my shaft back over the sodden slit of her cunt until I reached her twitching anus. I heard her gasp softly at the direction I’d taken, but she gave up nothing in the way of protest, so I pressed forward. Harder and harder I pushed until the head of my cock slid into the almost painfully-tight confines of her ass. There is a distinct difference between intercourse as nature intended and anal; where pussies are soft and squishy and cling to you, the average asshole almost seemed to be strangling your dick, doing its damnedest to wring every last drop you can muster. Catwoman’s asshole was no difference as I slid into her, pausing with the introduction of the head to allow her to adjust to the size. To my surprise, though, she moved suddenly, shifting backward with her hips to sink inch after inch of throbbing cockflesh into her guts. “Deeper, fuck, go deeper,” she groaned, insides clenching and massaging my cock as she impaled herself ever further onto my rigid meat. Her ass accepted it easily, almost eagerly, and I could tell from the feel of it that she was no new hand at anal. It was almost as if… “Did you get laid last night, or what?” I laughed suddenly, though my mirth was cut off as her ass met my hips, the clenched ring of muscle wrapped in a vice grip around the base of my cock signaling her arrival. Every inch of me was inside her now, and I could swear I felt the barest bump in her stomach from being so thoroughly stuffed. “Bit of a butt slut, are we?” “A girl has to have hobbies outside of stealing and sneaking,” she purred in response, though it was a bit strained. She wasn’t really sitting in my lap anymore, but suspended a couple inches off the bottom of the tub by my cock, the idea of which turned me on to no small degree, and I imagine being so full left you feeling a little breathless. “Sometimes you slip into the dark night, and sometimes the Dark Knight slips into you.” “I don’t… was that a pun about fucking the Bat?” She snorted and gave a shrug, replying, “Who cares, just fuck me!” I guess I did need to be told twice. Taking her hips in my hands again, I began to rock her on me gently, taking my cue from the movement of the water to keep it from splashing all over the place and ensure a relaxed, almost lazy use of her asshole. And she really did have experience back there, her ass clinging and massaging the length of my shaft as I slid in and out of her. After a few thrusts, I stopped pulling my punches because I could tell she could take it, instead giving deep strokes that plunged the length of my cock into her before dragging it back out. Every other thrust drew a soft noise from deep in her chest, though her mouth never left my skin once she’d finished telling me to get on with it. She ran those plush, full lips over my throat with a fervor, kissing and nipping and licking her away over my ear, my shoulder, my collar bone. It drove me crazy, and it was all I could do to get back at her as I struggled to hold myself together, to enjoy what I was balls deep in for as a long as I could. I reached around to sink my fingers into her sodden quim, grinding circles into her clit with my palm. It set her to mewling and quivering in moments, and after a minute or so of this, she was mumbling unintelligently against my throat, dragging her teeth over my flesh in a way that sent tingles shooting down my spine. A strange calm washed over me then as the reality of the situation set in. I was fucking Catwoman in the oversized garden tub of a massive penthouse suite. I was able to do this because I’d been given a god-like power by the fifth-dimensional bombshell in the other room, who was presumably still playing Angry Birds and idling her time away until I decided to pound her into the mattress again. My life had literally become paradise. And then Catwoman’s asshole began to spasm and twitch around my cock as she succumbed to another orgasm, turning her into a writhing, moaning mess. I followed her into it, clutching her body to mine, fingers teasing her g-spot, palm massaging her clit hard, cock buried as deep in her ass as I could manage. Life was good. “Nnngh, there’s s-so much of it,” she cooed as I drained my balls into her. Jet after jet of hot cum plastered her insides, thick and sticky and unending. I came for a full thirty seconds, doing my damnedest to fill her up, getting semen in places it was never meant to be. It felt like I’d dumped even more into her than could be accounted for by the volume magic Syx had worked on my balls, but there had been a lot of foreplay. We lay like that for a while, until the water around us began to cool. Cat sighed softly, shifting carefully in my lap. My cock began to stiffen inside her again, and she groaned, looking up into my eyes. “You could go again? I came like, nine times,” she murmured, sounding absolutely wrung out. “Time for a cat nap, I think.” With a soft moan, she slowly extricated my rapidly-hardening slab of fuck meat from her ass, which left her gaping a little as she rose out of the water. A couple drops of cum oozed out of her, but not nearly the deluge I’d shot into her. I could see from where I sat that her stomach was pooched out a bit, like she’d eaten a huge meal moments ago, and I could only assume it was because I’d pumped so much cum into her. She reached down, sinking her fingers knuckle-deep inside herself before pulling them out to examine the virile fuck sludge I’d splattered her bowels with. “Fuck, why is it so thick?” she asked, examining the way it clung to her fingers in sticky dollops. “It feels like you pumped a gallon of hot glue into my stomach.” It was because of whatever Syx had done to my anatomy, of course, but I didn’t tell her that. I got the sense my mysterious companion’s otherworldly origins where something to keep to myself. It did make me consider how much I actually knew about the woman who’d given me all these gifts, though, which turned out to be very little. Syx didn’t seem to be very interested in anything other than depravity and Angry Birds, but she clearly had immense power to grant the ability she’d given me. I resolved to ask her a little more about herself later, preferably before I bloated her womb with thick nut again. “Everybody has their own talents,” I said in response, rising to my feet and frowning her stomach. “Some are just less useful than proficiency with a bull whip.” Then I reached out and took her hips in one hand, pressing lightly on the bulge in her tummy with the other. A sickening spluuurt! answered, followed by a spray of cum from her well-stretched asshole. It must’ve been under some pretty decent pressure, because it splattered the glass of the French windows behind her before oozing out of her and down into the bath water. I raised an eyebrow at the sheer amount of cum I’d stuffed into her, still impressed at the volume Syx had gifted me. It took a few long seconds before the distention in Catwoman’s stomach began to shrink as she drained through her fuck hole. “That’s one way to do it,” she groaned, shuddering intermittently as she regained her smooth, flat acrobat’s torso. We dried quickly and went into the bedroom naked, where Cat threw open the curtains to let in the light. The gloomy Gotham morning had cleared into a surprisingly sunny afternoon, and golden sunlight filtered in through the glass to warm our skin. She made a soft sound before tossing herself lightly onto the bed, stretching out for the world like a cat in the sun. Her fingers beckoned me closer, and I slid in behind her, wrapping one arm around her as I pressed into that generous ass. She pulled my hand around between her breasts, and I reveled in the warmth as the shining light of day washed over our entwined bodies. If this was why cats slept in piles, I could really get on board.     I didn’t wake up until a few hours later. The sun had gone already, and so had Catwoman, I realized. It left me with a surprising twinge of loneliness, but Syx had apparently decided to make up for it, because I woke up to the feeling of her deepthroating my cock all the way to the base, tongue lapping at my balls from below. I groaned, looking down at her naked between my legs where she labored on my meat. Her eyes met mine after a moment, and she winked, giving a soft glurk! of what I presume to be a greeting. I don’t know how long she’d been working on me, but I was already close. She was doing something with her throat, some sort of swallowing motion that massaged and stroked my cock in time with little bobs of her head that seemed to be designed to wring the cum from my cock. Then she began to draw back, lewd amusement in her eyes, but… nah. I wanted more. Hooking my leg around the back of her head, Syx gave a soft noise of surprise as I forced her face back down into my crotch. She’d made it about halfway back up by the time I’d moved, so five or so inches slid smoothly back down her throat until her lips met the base of my cock again with a soft spltt! She didn’t seem all that perturbed by it, though, even when I locked her head in place and gave slow little thrusts that mostly just ground my fuckmeat against the squishy flesh of her throat. Her hands came up to my balls, massaging them gently with her thumbs in a way that drove me mad. She really did seem to be milking me for cum, the little slut. And she definitely got it. I’d only been awake for about a minute when my balls clenched in her hands and my cock began to twitch in her throat. Maybe it was my orgasm with Catwoman earlier, but this one didn’t seem to have the usual pressure behind it that sent it shooting out with force. Instead, I could feel my cum oozing out of the head of my cock in a heavy dribble down her gullet, and she did her best to work it down into her stomach with what little of it wasn’t occupied by dick. My cum felt a little thicker than earlier too, like somebody sucking jelly through a straw, almost as if it would clog if I didn’t work at pushing it out of me. I groaned, willing Syx to suck it out of me, but I could feel her swallowing motions getting a little weaker. A glance down revealed that her eyes were going a little blank, her lids drooping. Well if she couldn’t help me, I’d do it myself. Sitting up, I grabbed Syx by her shoulders and flipped her bodily as I did the same, culminating in my straddling her head with my cock still down her throat. I drew out slowly, letting the vacuum seal of her lips draw a little of my overly-thick seed out, but my climax raged on. I drew out of her mouth and left her gasping for air as her eyes shot open, oxygen flooding her brain. I doubted her strange fifth-dimensional body actually needed air, but who was I to argue? Instead, I took a death grip on her massive breasts and squished them around my still-spurting cock before pounding into them with a fervor. “Little fucking whore, sucking me off in my sleep,” I growled in ecstatic aggression, slamming into the mounds of fuckmeat on her chest with hard, powerful strokes to milk my cock. “Choking yourself on my cock and begging me to fuck these fat cow tits of yours…” I trailed off into almost unintelligible mumbling as my climax dragged on in a never-ending wave that was probably melting my brain. Syx moaned as thick of woods of dense spooge splattered across her face and throat, her hands roaming as she recovered from her brush with passing out. The pace with which I fucked her tits slowed gradually as I came down, panting hard. I felt strangely dominant, probably from her riling me up so much while I’d been sleeping, and my cock was still rigid, a feeling I was quickly getting used to. I surveyed the mess I’d made of Syx’s torso with something akin to pride, releasing her chest meat and letting those full breasts fall into their natural positions. “That what you were looking for,” I asked the bombshell beneath me, leaning down over her face. It was a mess, drool and jelly-thick cum plastered down her chin, but her eyes were bright and eager. “A fresh, hot facial?” She groaned, swallowing thickly and flashing a cum-coated smile. “No, I wanted more in my mouth! That’s why I made this load so fucking thick, so you’d fuck my face until you’re satisfied!” I snarled, which was apparently what she wanted. I felt like she’d whipped me into a fervor, and she’d clearly done something with her magic to make me rage the way I was. Now that she mentioned it, my balls did feel particularly swollen and heavy despite the voluminous load I’d just pasted her with. Well that was fine; I could fuck her face all day long. Flipping around so I straddled her head again but from the opposite direction, I lined my cock up with her lips. Syx reached up and pulled her lips apart with one finger, sticking her tongue out and giving me a clear view of her soft pink throat from the inside in a show of slutty hunger. She was clearly down for aggression, and she’d volunteered us both in this. I wouldn’t show her any mercy. I didn’t feed my cock to her slowly. Instead, I jammed it down her throat until her lips reached the base with a sudden glurk! I groaned, feeling the welcoming walls of her gullet again, my balls pressed to her face as she gagged and swallowed around my shaft. I held her there a moment, just enjoying the feeling of her massaging my length. She didn’t get off easily just because I was enjoying it, though. I reached out and grabbed one of her wobbling tits, squeezing a little harder than I would anybody else. She’d started this, and she knew what I was capable of physically, so it reasoned that she was at least as durable as I was. Or maybe that was my sexual rage talking. “You really do have fat cow tits, you know,” I said, taking her nipple and tugging on it hard. She squealed as much as one could squeal with nine inches of fuckmeat stuffed into one’s throat, and I released her nipple only to bring my open palm down on it, using the pale pink areola as a target. Her thighs clenched when I did, and I could see that her pussy was drenched, so I did it again. And again. It was that fourth slap that got her, heralded by the soft slap of flesh as her nipple reddened and her tits wobbled obscenely. She gave a strangled sound from below me, throat shifting into overdrive as she struggled to vocalize, and suddenly a jet of girlcum gushed from her hairless pussy, spraying across the bedclothes and making the whole room smell like sex. As her legs kicked and her body trembled, I drew my cock slowly out of her throat with a strangled glooorch! “Syx,” I said, looking down at her as she sputtered and moaned, her face coated in even more saliva than it had been before, creating sticky trails of fuckslop that stretched across her chin. “Now somebody’s going to have to change the sheets.” And then I slammed by cock back down her gullet, much to what I assume was her pleasure as her legs kicked out again. I didn’t wait to see, though. Instead I launched into a series of deep, hard thrusts that would’ve hollowed out a lesser woman’s throat. She took it in stride, though, her hands snaking up to grab my hips as I reamed her airway and used her mouth like a personal fuck toy. I was relentless, drawing my full length out of her mouth until the tip was just barely in her mouth only to stuff every inch back in, reaming her throat and causing a distinct bulge in her neck. And I had those big, beautiful mountains of chest meat to play with as I did it. They really were incredible, two pale mounds of flesh capped in pale pink areola and stiff, rosy nipples about the size of a pencil eraser. One of them was a little red from my earlier slapping, but that didn’t stop me from reaching out to grab them again. My fingers sank into the soft flesh with little resistance, surrounding them with plush titty that bounced and wobbled with every thrust. My cum still splattered them, and I resolved to help her out with that by scooping as much of it up as my fuck-addled mind could note and then rubbing it into her skin in slow circles. I paid special attention to her nipples, of course, which seemed almost painfully erect as I massaged and rolled them between my fingers, making sure my gooey semen got on every inch. I’ll admit, though, I was having a tough time holding onto my sanity. Whatever Syx had done to me must have also made me a quick shot, because I was nearing my second climax after only a couple minutes of sloppy throat fucking, although it could’ve also been due to her oral skill. A small part of my mind (the part that wasn’t calling Syx a dirty pig whore) did note that she hadn’t passed out yet, despite two or three long minutes of my raping her face like an animal. Instead, she seemed to have mentally checked out, so to speak, her eyes blank and listless as her legs spasmed and her arms kept a death grip on my hips as they plunged my cock into her mouth again and again. It occurred to me she might be able to control the capabilities of her own body in this dimension, which was pretty interesting, but I’d have to think about it later, when I wasn’t attempting to drown her in cum. Right then, a white hot orgasm washed over me with crippling effect, and my thrusts became slow and brutally deep. Syx must’ve worked her magic again, because I could actually feel it this time: my cum had become a nauseatingly-thick sludge that had to be forced out of my body, and the only one who could do it was her. My first thrust at this harsh new intensity was heaven, and her mouth sealed around my shaft as I pulled back to literally suck a finger-width rope of semen with a consistency I could only compare to gelatin, or maybe roof caulking. I buried my length in her throat again to force that shot down only to force out another one. Deep, guttural sounds tore themselves from my chest as I worked to free myself of the sealant-grade semen Syx had burdened me with. A third thrust did the work of the second, and on and on until I was certain the woman beneath me had to be choking. Each brutal plunge of my fuckmeat into her throat was answered with a hideous glurk! and heralded a glooorch! as I dragged it out of her. As my orgasm drew to a close, I jerked my cock out of her one last time, the sex-obsessed haze in my mind finally clearing as I managed to fuck whatever Syx had done to me out of my system. A glance at her face showed me a mouth that was open and begging for more, though it was full to the brim of what looked almost like a runny cottage cheese, the bubblegum pink of her tongue in the middle supporting fat curd-like lumps of what I assume were clumps of sperm or something. It made me cringe a little to see her put on such a shameless display of depravity, tongue shifting and playing with the nasty, lumpy semen she’d just forced me to pour into her mouth, but… eh. Consenting adults, and all. I stroked my cock hard to clear out the last spurts of goo, draining them into the pool already in her mouth. Sensing I’d finished, Syx did her best to close her mouth without losing any of her precious fluid, but it didn’t work quite as planned, a couple of slimy dollops dripped down onto her wobbling titflesh. I could see her jaw working, almost as if she were chewing the ball sludge I’d packed into her mouth, which both stiffened my cock a bit and made my stomach twist a little in a strange combination of arousal and nausea. She was shameless to no end, and I couldn’t really fault her for it because she seemed to enjoy it so much. She finally began to chug it down, forcing her gullet to accept it with thick, gravid gulps of cum that visibly bloated her throat despite the rough stretching I’d just treated it to. Syx made a show of this that went on long enough for me to consider leaving her to it, but she eventually got the last of it down before noticing a bit on her nipple. Rather than scoop it up with her fingers, though, she lifted her whole breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth, cleaning it off with rough ministration of her tongue before letting it fall back to her chest and looking up at me with a dreamy smile on her filthy, sticky face. “That was so fucking nasty,” was all she seemed to be able to say before collapsing back onto the bed, panting lightly. “I think I’m just gonna lie here for a little while.” “Yeah, well, we’re not doing it again,” I told her, groaning softly as I handled my slightly sore dong, rising to my feet to fetch a towel. “Whatever you did to my balls almost made my dick clog, which definitely isn’t supposed to happen. And that semen was… ugh.” “Mmm, so fucking nasty,” she repeated in agreement with a big smile on her face, eyes fluttering closed, but I noticed one hand trail down to her puffy, dripping cunt. “We’re definitely doing that again some time.” “Never again,” I snorted, grabbing one of the plush hotel towels hanging on the rack in the bathroom. I did my best to wipe my cock off, but we’d made a serious mess, and I’d probably need to shower again. A glance at the bed assured me it had suffered the same fate, and those sheets would definitely need to be replaced (or burned). Syx lay on the bed, toying idly with her clit as she licked her lips, and I frowned. She’d been pretty happy with the outcome of what she’d done, and I had to admit, the sight of her forcing all that nut down got my blood pumping again. And I was never as rough with women as Syx had made me, slapping her tits like that, raping her face like a fucking animal… “Okay, okay, maybe once a week,” I relented after a few minutes. The answering shriek of joy was almost deafening.

Chapter 1 - Clytemnestra

Author's note: It might be for the best if you don't read this chapter, or at least, don't start here. It's not very good. I'm writing this note six months after writing and posting this first chapter, and anyone can see that my writing has improved massively since I started. I may not be great, but later chapters are much better, so maybe skip this one... CHAPTER I 'CLYTEMNESTRA' I suppose I simply... Willed myself here? It's not a good explanation but it's the only one I have. Wherever 'here' is? Everything is different, if familiar. I'm on a worn earthen path surrounded on both sides by trees. A forest of broad-leafed deciduous trees of the kind I'd expect to see at home. The air, though is warm, tropically so, and laden with sweet, exotic scents that I do not recognise. Fruits, flowers, spices and other, more earthy, fecund smells that I've never encountered before but understand on a deeper, animal level. Sounds of birdsong and gentle arboreal rustling back my every movement. It's all unfamiliar, I swear I've never been here, but I feel comfortable. Moreso than I ever have before. I feel... At peace. There are splashes of deepest blue sky visible through the canopy and the warm weather makes me feel happy, as it always does. I'm different too, I realise, examining myself. Same old me, but better. I'm dressed all in white, which is odd. I never dress like that, and my midriff is showing! My waist is so narrow! I'm wearing a long white skirt and a short, sleeveless white shirt which shows my navel and the trail of dark hair leading down from it into my skirt. My little breasts are even smaller! I think my nipples are bigger, though. They jut through the fabric and I cannot help but feel a frisson at the sensation of tight cloth across them. When I look down a long, long plaited ponytail falls across my chest. My own brown hair turned black, but so much longer. Glasses! I'm not wearing any, but I can see with perfect clarity! I reach up and feel the bridge of my nose, there's not even the indentation that'd show I ever wore them. I lift my skirt a little, tall boots of soft white leather and white woollen knee-socks come to light. When I take a step I realise that my knickers must be at least a couple of sizes too small, they hug me tightly. Irresistibly I take a look inside the waistband of my skirt. White. Plain white cotton knickers, definitely too small, excitingly so. They put noticeable pressure on my sex with every movement of my hips. A goodly amount of pubic hair peeks from around the edges, stark black against the white, it reaches all the way to my navel in a dense treasure trail. I peek within my little white pants, with a little difficulty, they are tight! There's a lot of hair there, more and more dense than I ever had before. Same goes for my armpits when I check. My whole body is... Is similar to the way it should be, only better. My bare stomach is flat and toned, I think I even see the suggestion of ribs. My skin, what I can see of it is pale and without blemish, like I've been expertly airbrushed. Not enough to look artificial, but enough to look very, very good. I'm not sure how long I've been standing here, wherever here is, but I think I'd better do something. The path isn't very wide, and grown with grass in patches, as though disused, but it's fully usable. In either direction it travels, curving after a dozen yards one way or two dozen the other, no clues as to where it may lead. I don't know which way to go, forward or back seem the same. I decide to go forward simply because that's the way I'm facing. Perhaps a little fun first, though. I stand here, hands behind my back, eyes closed, legs together and concentrate for a moment. It only takes a moment, these days. So unlike the first few times I tried, when it could take half an hour or more of effort. I feel the warmth spread over my groin. So hot, so wet. I shiver when it begins to trickle down my inner thighs. The flow gets very strong very fast and my knickers are soaked, the stream penetrates them and a wet patch grows on the front of my white skirt as more and more piss flows down the inside of my legs. I feel it soak into my socks and the patch on my skirt gets bigger yet, staining the white cloth light yellow. Maybe it's my too-tight knickers, but I hadn't realised how much pressure there was on my bladder, how full I was. I piss for such a long time! Loving every second of the hot, wet feeling. It flows down both legs, stroking them, almost. I'm tempted to touch myself but I know from experience that that only spoils the moment. I finish peeing, the last drops mixing with the juice of my aroused sex. The wet spot on my skirt is huge, all the way from waistband to the hem down at my ankles. The puddle beneath my feet is bigger yet and spreads in thick, dark rivulets across the hot, packed earth. Well, that tells me something too. I never wet myself unless I'm certain I won't meet anyone before I have the chance to clean myself up. Wherever this place is, it's affected more than just my body. For all I know anyone could come around the corner right now and see me standing here in a puddle of piss rubbing myself through my soaked skirt. I set off down the path, savouring the strong smell of ammonia as it mingles with the other scents in the air, and exhilarating in that binding, rubbing feeling one only gets when walking with inner thighs drenched in one's own piss. My wet legs now feel deliciously cool but they dry quickly in the warm air, like my skirt and unlike my knickers which are flooding with another substance entirely... I wonder if I should stop and take care of that, but I want to see where this path leads. Clearly, my body is fitter than I feel it ought to be, as evidenced by my complete lack of fat, and my toned tummy. Despite the heat I'm making good progress, and not tiring at all. Although I am getting a little thirsty. Damn, I'm starting to wish I hadn't wasted all my pee on the ground. Only makes you thirstier in the long run of course, but I guess it'd have solved the problem briefly and been fun. The forest clears and I see the lake. Truly this place is good to me. The woods circle it, forming a clearing perhaps a mile across, with a river flowing into it about a quarter-way around and I guess another flowing out somewhere. Oddly, the heat's no worse as I step out of the shade. Even a little ameliorated by a gentle breeze. There are baroque purple mountains with jaunty snow caps on the horizon to my left, the same direction from whence the river flows. Before me, the lake sparkles in the bright sunlight, little ripples and waves throwing golden reflections at me as I approach through the thick, broad-bladed grass that grows here. I stop on the edge, tempted to drink, but holding back. The water is so clear that I can see the stony bed, even as I cast my eye far out from shore. But then, the things that I'm worrying about aren't visible, are they? I look around, there are no birds on the water, though a few fly overhead from time to time, I think I see a kestrel, or some similar hovering raptor. Then I hear a rustling, more pronounced than the gentle movement of the trees which have accompanied me since I arrived here. Turning I see her. Just emerging from the same path that had brought me here, she sees me in the same moment. She's a centaur. Clear as day and just as obvious. I'm stunned, immobile, I can but drink her in. Eight or nine feet tall, easily and at least six long. Her equine coat is glossy black all over, save white coronet markings which I glimpse as she approaches. Powerful muscles flow under her skin and and I find myself considering the terrible strength she must possess. If only for a moment – as I am quickly drawn to her hominine part. She is flawless. Straight-backed with lithe, sinewy muscles and rich brown skin. Her hair is shortish and a little scruffy, but shows off her cute, pointed ears. She smiles when she sees me and it just lights up her whole face, I cannot help but smile back, disarmed and suddenly relieved of the sense of dread that I hadn't even noticed building. She's not wearing much. A small, at least for her, leather halter top that holds her plump breasts perfectly still, and a wide belt about the base of her hominine torso. That might've been the source of my dread. There's a brobdingnagian two-handed sword on her right and a rifle every bit the sword's equal in a rifle-scabbard on her left along with a pair of satchel like bags. Even the rifle cartridges in the loops of the belt are as long as my hand. She walks right up to me as I stand rooted to the spot, and places her right hand on my shoulder. I imagine it's some sort of greeting but I certainly cannot return it, so I settle for smiling hopefully and wishing I could say something. “Clytemnestra,” she says, her voice musical and utterly feminine, surprising in a being so large. “What?” “My name is Clytemnestra,” she smiles still, and I stammer out my name, at which she squeezes my shoulder and lets go. “You're a traveller, like me?” she asks. “I suppose?” Well, it's as good a answer as any, “I... I wanted a drink,” glance at the lake, “Is it safe to drink?” “But of course,” she looks confused for a moment, the question was not one she'd been expecting, “Will you join me?” With that she releases the buckle of her belt and lowers it, with its cargo to the ground, her halter top follows a moment later and she walks into the water. I can merely stare at her. A moment later I am undressing as swiftly as I ever have, throwing off my white clothes and dancing excitingly into the cool water. My breath catches at the sudden chill and Clytemnestra laughs like a child, her magnificent body wet and glowing in the sun, her breasts jiggling with her mirth. She cups her hands and drinks deeply of the water, as do I a moment later. As a drink, I hate water, I don't like the taste at all, but this is different. Like everything here, the same, but somehow better. I drink until my stomach is taught and sloshing while farther out where it's deeper Clytemnestra smooths water over herself, washing the dust and sweat from her skin and coat. I try to get nearer but very soon the water is up to my chin and I'm still a good way from her, unwilling to put my very weak swimming to the test. She walks to me until her bow-wave washes over my face and I come up spluttering and have to retreat. She splashes me again and again until I fall backwards and simply lay there, floating on my back as she towers over me, dark skin running with water. The light breeze has made her nipples hard and from where I lie looking up they are silhouetted wonderfully against the bottomless sky. In a moment she is gone and I stay, floating and reflecting on the sight, my hand strays toward my centre, but I catch it in time, lest she notice. Standing again I see Clytemnestra walking from the lake, water running from her body, hair and tail plastered down and little droplets flinging, sparkling, from her hands and hooves as she moves. I want to follow her, but I cannot imagine what I'd do or say. Part of me wants to stay here in the cool water, too. I dither for a moment before following her and trusting to fate that I can find some way to talk to this magnificent woman. I reach the shallows and cannot help but look over my naked form, my arms and legs are wiry with small, hard muscles and I can definitely discern my ribs, albeit subtly. Every square inch of my crotch is covered in dark hair, longer, denser and greater in area than before, it's something to behold. When I look up Clytemnestra is standing by the little white pile of my clothes, she's in the act of rising and has a scrap of white in her hand. My knickers! She brings them to her nose and inhales deeply as she looks me right in the eyes. I nearly stumble, stunned for the second time. “It was you,” she says as I stagger from the water. She takes another big breath, holding the gusset right to her nose. “I wondered if it had been. It was you who pissed all over the path,” she walks imperiously toward me until she's standing so close that I have to look almost straight up to see her face framed between those wonderful breasts. Before I can reply, if even I could, she presses my nasty knickers to my nose and despite myself I smell them. I enjoy the smell of piss and my own juice as she holds the little pants to my face and the next thing I know they're gone to be replaced by her own face. She kisses my roughly, leaning down and pulling me to her. Her long tongue forcing its way between my lips. She may have perfect human proportions from the waist up, but everything about her human part is bigger. To scale with the rest of her. Her tongue is long and thick and I am sucking it as much as I am kissing her. “Mm,” is all Clytemnestra offers as she settles onto her knees and then further until she is lying before me, putting us almost on eye level. She takes another long sniff at my knickers and as soon as she finishes I kiss her again, holding tight around her and feeling her firm breasts against my own tiny titties. I'm lost in the sensation. The feel of her breasts, her smell. The sound of my heart beating so very hard. The taste of her lips. The taste of her tongue exploring my mouth, the honey pooling between my legs. The kiss only ends when I gasp as her fingers trace my cunt. She takes the opportunity to raise them to her mouth and lasciviously lick my juices from them. I look into her eyes and see only lust, burning like fire, she seizes me and I'm spun around to face away from her even as she clamps me to her. One hand roughly mauls at my breasts, the other again seeks my dripping cunt. She hauls my legs apart with irresistible strength exposing my furry slit. I try to moan as she strokes my opening, but her mouth covers mine. Her fingers press against my needy cunt sending electric waves of pleasure through me, wonderfully counterpointed as her other hand gently tweaks my nipple. Suddenly her tongue is gone from my mouth replaced by her fingers, and I greedily suck on my own mild flavour. She's biting on my ear now as her arm holds me ever tighter to her and her other hand returns to my bush. I strain to look down as her fingers disappear into my thick hair and cry out as she suddenly strokes a fingertip across my clitty. I'm hers utterly. My world is her hot breath in my ear, her strong arm around my chest, her wonderful, wonderful fingers caressing my cunt to heights undreamed. A feedback loop of pleasure from my clit to my nipples and back again. She strokes her fingers faster and faster through my wet slit, she rubs at my clit until I'm convulsing with pleasure and she kisses me as I come. I come harder than I ever thought possible, unable even to kiss back. She lets me fall to the ground where I lie, mewling as she licks her hand clean and takes another sniff of my pissy knickers. She stands and reaches down, all the way down to help me to my feet. I'm still a little unsteady and another long kiss doesn't help, I hold her close and she me. My feet leave the ground entirely, my weight nothing to her as she shares her hot, wild kiss with me. But that's not enough for her, not right now. I understand that wholly as she puts me back on the ground and without a word, turns her back on me. Her tail, almost dry now from the warm air, swishes restlessly and I can see her sex, dripping wet and pulsating. Glossy black outer lips winking wide to reveal the sweet pink within. How can I refuse? How can I resist? I moan her name, “Clytemnestra,” that name to me right now is all that is woman, and all that is sex. I can wait no longer and lean forward to lick her slick equine sex from bottom to top. That alone makes her sigh contentedly but I don't stop there. I fall to with enthusiasm, lapping, licking, caressing that most extraordinary cunt. Sweet sighs of feminine joy rewarded me. Sighs and so much nectar, slightly thicker and more flavourful than my own, a little bitter and salty, and I insatiably drink down every drop with questing tongue and long, sucking kisses. With my left hand I explore the folds of her creamy cunt, finding her hard, jutting button with ease and stroking it with my thumb, while never letting up with my tongue. Clytemnestra cries out for pleasure and stamps a hoof the moment I touch her there. Her breathing becomes more erratic even as her cries become softer moans of pleasure and I devour her with my lips and tongue. Her juices coat my face, my hand, my neck, flowing down across my chest as our lovemaking goes on. My other hand reaches under her, and I soon find my target there between her legs: her nipples, her other, equine nipples. Big and stiff, I have my revenge for her abuse of my breasts, rubbing her clitty with my left hand and rolling one nipple and then the other with my right. The first tweak of her nipple makes her cry out, the next, sigh and her transports grow to a higher plane still. Her tail is sticking high in the air above me, the long hair tickling my back as I give her my all. When she comes it's like an earthquake. She cries aloud and her flanks and dock shake powerfully. The force of her orgasmic spasms knocks me to the ground and I look up, dazed, as she stamps and roars her pleasure to the world. Womanly fluids cascade from her quaking cunt and part of me can only lament that I am not there to receive them. She looks over her shoulder, smiling that smile I so love, “Not bad, sweetie.” I wonder how to respond... Flippancy or nonchalance, or a declaration of love, or lust at least. Clytemnestra doesn't give me time. She's still looking at me over her shoulder and even as I try to summon some response her tail swishes to the side and a strong, hot jet of liquid strikes me. That brings me back to my senses very fast. I open my mouth trying to catch her precious pee. The stream is powerful and so very, very hot and there's so much. I can swallow only a fraction as it plays all over my face and body, my eyes shut tight and my mouth open wide questing for the hot salt flavour. It's over too soon and I'm drenched in her piss, sitting in a huge puddle that even now is soaking into the rich earth. For the second time, Clytemnestra picks me up and kisses me lustily. A long, sloppy kiss that intermixes with her licking my face and neck. I return it eagerly, and wrap my arms and legs about her torso, grinding my hairy cunt against her belly and smearing her piss all over her. She licks my cheek one last time. “Enough... Enough! Ooh, that's quite enough, lady,” she laughs trying to put me down. “Not for me!” “Is that so?” She canters into the lake again and heaves me across the water with a mighty throw. I squeal, flailing all my arms and legs and am suddenly doused. Struggling to the surface coughing I cannot help but just laugh just as she is. She splashes over to me and dumps big double-handfuls of water over my head, rubbing her hands over my naked body, washing her pee off of my skin, out of my hair and I do the same for her, as best I am able. Both of us let our hands linger on our favourite parts of one another's anatomy. Both of us share many kisses, some brief, some not so as we play in the cool water. We lie on the soft grass as the sun and the warm air dry our naked bodies. I lie against Clytemnestra. The sensation of her slow, powerful breathing a strange pleasure to me. “Where are you going?” she asks. I have not moved, but that's not what she's asking, I think. I'd called myself a traveller. “I don't know where I am. Maybe I'm there already?” “That's no answer, little one.” “It's all I have,” I reply, a little petulantly, looking up at her. She's not looking at me, but across the lake, “Where are we?” “Maybe it has a name, I don't know. Should one wonderer who doesn't know where she is expect better from another?” “You're a traveller too?” She looks at me over her shoulder and nods, “But I know where I'm going.” I wait for her to continue, and she does, “Everywhere. The world is more beautiful than we can know. Larger than we can feel. Filled with more and more interesting people than we can imagine.” “I believe you,” I say, almost a whisper. Her voice is so sincere. She speaks almost religiously. “Why just today I made love to a stranger and then threw her in a lake! Imagine what tomorrow may bring.” “If you like, you could make love to her again.” She licks her lips and seems to think over the idea. “I could... unless of course...” “Unless?” “We're both travellers, but you think you may have arrived, and I have not. I go on.” “I think I have arrived. I think you're my destination. So if you go on, so do I, for as long as you'll have me.” I stand and kiss her again. “I'd like that,” she puts her hand on my shoulder again and this time I can do the same, which makes her smile. I love her smile most of all. “Where are you going next?” She looks across the lake, “North, But I don't know what I'll find. What we'll find. These woods are big and I don't expect to be free of them for a little time. I think we'll stay here the night.. I had not expected to pause for so long and I doubt we'll find a better spot before nightfall.” I look at the sky. The sun has moved but a little, westering since I'd entered the clearing, it is maybe mid afternoon. I wonder if the days are twenty four hours here, but I don't much feel like asking a question like that. I nod, “That's wise, this is a perfect place.” Since I'm beginning to feel a little self conscious of my nakedness, I start to dress. Funny, that. I am a little self conscious, but I should be mortified to be naked, and to have done such lewd things with a stranger. I put on my clean white blouse and my messy white knickers. After a moments thought, though, I take my skirt and socks down to the shore and rinse them in the lake. Whether it's a property of the cloth or this strange, pleasant to drink water, I could not say but the pale yellow stains vanish almost immediately, cleansed as though by touch alone. After a moment's thought I wring them and put them straight on. A little primitive perhaps but body heat is a very efficacious way to dry clothes. Clytemnestra has produced a half-loaf of rich brown read from her satchel and offers me some when I've slipped my white boots on. It's dense and very flavourful, if perhaps a little stale. “Where's your pack?” she asks when I thank her for it. “I... I'm wearing everything I own,” I conclude, weakly. I'd not considered that, until now. I have literally nothing but the clothes I stand up in. “Robbed?” “No, I... I... Well, I never intended to be here, or to go anywhere. Come to think of it I doubt I could have packed if I'd known before hand.” “Ah, you're a runaway. What are you running from?” “Life, I suppose. My old life?” She thinks on that for a while, “You don't have to tell me if you don't want.” “Thanks, Clytemnestra,” I love saying that name. I eat a little more and thank her again for the food, for want of anything more useful to say, and for fear of the conversation ending. I'm beginning to understand that she has a taciturn streak to her, and I'm often at a loss for words, a symptom of the somewhat unusual day I'm having, no doubt. “Won't last,” she says, and clarifies, “The food. I've only got a little.” So saying, she stands and sweeps up her halter top, fastening it about her chest and denying me the view that I had been enjoying these last few moments. Her broad belt follows thereafter. “Where are you going?” “To get some food,” she clarifies the statement by drawing her rifle from it's scabbard. It's easily six feet long with two barrels arranged over and under, I don't doubt it'd break a human's collar bone. She breaks it and slides two huge cartridges home before snapping it closed again. “Can I come with you?” “Can you stalk?” Well, yes I can, I'd hunted small game often as a youngster. I tell her as much but she looks doubtfully at my long skirt, and then at the fairly dense forest and I'm forced to concede the point. Clytemnestra takes a hatchet from her bag and hands it over, asking me to make a fire. I wonder how a woman of her size will fair in there, but she must know what she's doing and I let it go as she vanishes almost immediately upon passing the border. I heft the hatchet experimentally, for Clytemnestra it's a hatchet, for me a good sized axe. I select a smallish tree with suitable looking limbs and start to hack at them. I've never cut wood before and it's not as easy as it looks. My new body may be fit, but I don't have the technique and I make rather a hash of it over the twenty minutes or so that it takes me to hack half a dozen limbs from the tree with this over-sized axe. I carry them back to the lake shore and select a suitable spot away from the grass or anything else flammable looking. The part I'd really dreaded is now. No matches, no lighter, no tools of any kind save the axe. Thinking about a lighter makes me want a cigarette. One more problem, but a minor one compared. A quick examination reveals that all of the stones on the shore are sedimentary, not a sign of flint, not that I think I could make a fire with flint and the axe. I dither for a few more minutes before I hear a boom and a roaring, rolling echo from behind me. I take that as a sign that Clytemnestra's had more success than I and decide to wait for her. Presently, Clytemnestra emerges from the trees, rifle stowed and a wild pig lolling over her withers, held still with a careless hand. “Fire?” she asks. “I don't know how,” I admit, “I've never had to make fire before, at least, not without tools.” She giggles good naturedly and drops the pig to the floor exposing a mighty exit wound in its side. “Then I probably should have left you this,” it's a little metal cylinder, a tinderbox, in fact. I've never seen one in person before and I cannot help but be fascinated as Clytemnestra kneels, and strikes sparks onto the charcloth, and then lights the kindling I'd already arranged. I doubt I'd have managed things half so well even if she had left me the tinderbox. I think I score a few points back when I'm happy and confident to help butcher the pig. Even if I'd only dealt with rabbits, geese, ducks and pheasants before. My dad would have been most unhappy to raise the sort of girl who couldn't handle cutting up the animals she'd shot. Clytemnestra has a long knife, it looks to me more like a fighting knife than a survival one, but we cut the flesh into long strips that can be cooked over our fire and share a little more of her bread. We cook as much as we can, to keep for the next day or two. I wonder at the whole affair. I'd have thought – if I'd thought about it at all – that centaurs would be herbivores. Clytemnestra certainly isn't, she eats with gusto and eats a great deal, too. I cannot recall the last time I've enjoyed a meal so. Partly it's the food, fresh meat always tastes better, and there's a lot to be said for it being cooked over an open fire. I think it's also very likely that the meat in this world is as superior as everything else seems to be too. Mostly though, I revel in the company. I immerse myself in simply being near Clytemnestra. She is the most sexually appealing woman of whom I can conceive, and moreover I start to understand that I simply like being with her on an entirely non-sexual level. Even though she says little as we eat I luxuriate in her presence. By the time we've butchered, cooked and eaten the pig – and frankly, Clytemnestra did most of all of those things – the sun has vanished behind the trees. We've spoken little. I think she wants to talk to me, but is unsure what to say. She seemed several times to be on the verge of speaking, only to see me look and change her mind. “Clytemnestra... I want to thank you...” “For the best sex you've ever had?” “Uh...” “Absolutely my pleasure, lady,” she swoops in and kisses me, laughing. “Not just for that,” I struggle to get back on track before my lust gets the better of me, “I want to thank you for... Well, everything. I think we've established that I'm woefully unsuited to being out here and I'm pretty lucky you showed up.” “Everything happens for a reason. I got lucky too.” “How so?” I ask. “No, listen – I got lucky too.” I stare at her for a moment, not sure how to respond to her taking something heartfelt and making a pun in reply. She seems to understand what I'm thinking, “Awww... don't be like that. Everything really does happen for a reason and when two people meet, both are equal in fortune. So take everything as it comes, give thanks if you want, but it's more important to be happy, and I am.” “Me too.” I sit pondering her philosophy as she stands and walks away without another word. She walks to the shore and produces a large canteen which she empties on the ground before refilling it, drinking and filling it again. I'm starting wonder how voluminous those satchels are given the things she carries in them. “Clytemnestra... I er... I suppose you haven't any tea in there, have you?” “Not a leaf.” That's a real shame. Not to be any less casual than she I take up her axe again and go to cut a little more wood, lest the fire go out overnight. She lies by the fire as I return, the sight, as she is lit against the deepening twilight is inspiring. I dump the wood a little way from the fire and then move to stand by her side. “Are you... Oh!” whatever she's about to say is interrupted as I put one arm around her shoulders and with the other hand, cup a perfect breast, squeezing slightly through the leather. If she's going to say anything more I'll never know as I kiss her lips. I kiss her and circle in front to embrace her properly. I love the addicting feelings that flow through my body when I kiss her, when I feel her warm, soft lips against mine. Her lust grows with mine, our hard, sensuous kiss sharing feelings, needs that must be satisfied. I hold her with all my strength. Her arms are around me too, but far from still. She strokes my neck, my back, and runs her fingers down to my bottom. I gasp into her mouth when she gropes my arse coarsely and slides her hand beneath my waistband and between my cheeks. I break the kiss and stare into her great dark eyes. She leans forward and bites my lower lip, pulling me to kiss her again as her hand paws wantonly at my bum. That's all I need to start fumbling for the laces that hold her top closed and even distracted as I am I soon haul it over her head and have at my prize. I excitedly kiss her soft, firm breasts. I lick the dark flesh and trail my teeth lightly across her sensitive skin biting gently, as she thrusts them eagerly toward me. My sex is wet with arousal. So wet, I'm certain I must be juicier in this world than I ever have been before, and by a long, long way. I take a dark brown nipple gently between my teeth and pull ever so slightly before closing my lips about it. I risk a slightly harder nip and she squeaks in excitement. I can hear her long tail swish through the grass, and feel as she arcs her back thrusting those dark orbs forward. I trace the tip of my tongue around her stiff nipple and flick it over the tip. Her hands close around my head and she brings me up for a quick, hard kiss on the lips before directing me to her other breast. Clytemnestra moans as I nip and suck at her stiff nipple. My hand is inside my knickers and I moan too, stroking my centre. She takes her other bud between her fingers and tugs it obscenely. That gives me the confidence to be a touch rougher, biting and tugging until she cries aloud. I bite her with exquisite care, as she gasps my name. She reaches for my waist unfastening my skirt and it drops to the ground, the white cloth a pool of orange in the firelight. With that she's out of my grip, rolling onto her back. “Give it to me!” she calls, pulling at me with her hands even as all her legs kick at the sky. She pulls me down upon her and I settle my cotton covered snatch to her lips. I try to pull the crotch of my pants aside and she swats my hand away, licking at the sopping, stained material for her own pleasure and pressing with her lips for mine. I rock my hips and fuck myself on her mouth as her hands seize my own and bring them to her proud breasts. Somehow she speaks again, “Give it to me, lady!” and I do. I'm thankful I've had so much practice, enough to pee almost at will. It takes but a moment to feel the thrill as my already wet cunt floods her face with hot piss. I grind my cunt against her hard working mouth, waves of ecstasy radiating from my clit as she struggles to swallow the piss filtering through my much abused knickers. She grips me about the hips and guides my motion. Her lips and the fabric of my knickers stimulate my little clitty as she works hard to swallow. Her face is all wet, my thighs too. Her teeth rub against my lips through thin, wet cloth. I hump her face, pissing all over it and whimpering inarticulate noises to the darkness. I quiver as orgasm builds within my racked body and collapse upon Clytemnestra's supine form, sobbing with pleasure as I come, piss still leaking from my hairy cunt and she still drinking it down and licking me down from the heights of pleasure. “You're the best,” I pant, “You're the best, you're the best, you're the best.” “Then we're almost even,” she says as I try to crawl off her. She pulls me back, “almost.” Se laughs a happy innocent laugh at odds with what she's just done and I have to kiss her. I kiss her sodden lips, I lick my pee from her face, I taste it in her mouth, I drink it from the hollow above her collar bone, I kiss her again and again and again. Long wet wonderfully obscene kisses of lust and greed. “You taste good, don't you?” she she asks between kisses. “I do,” I kiss her again, “but not,” I lick her wet neck, “As good as you,” I stand and walk to the other end of her long body, trailing a fingernail from her navel, all the way down her equine underbelly to her sex and eliciting a squeal of thrill for it. It's dark and I can scarcely see the pink folds within her quivering black quim but I can smell her arousal, overpowering and erotic beyond words. The ground and the base of her tail are wet with her love as I sit and lean forward to lick all the way from her dock up across her sphincter to her clit and further up until my face is between her spread rear legs and my lips find her erect nipples. Again she moans as I nibble her stiff buds and roll them between my fingers, tweaking them harder this time and making her gasp with pleasure and pain. I continue to suck and tease at her nipples while my fingers move back down. I feel the rough, winking, dripping lips and the soft, soft texture of her needy wet sex. I smell her arousal now underscored with the deeper scent of her coat, her body. My fingers brush teasingly along her lips until I know her frustration must be growing unbearable and then I glide just one into her centre as my thumb seeks her hard pleasure button and she shivers all over, almost coming. I bite just a little harder to bring her down and she grunts in pain and denial. I want to touch my own flooded twatt so badly but this is her time. She moans harder as another finger enters her pink folds, and then another and I wonder just how many she can take in her equine cunt. I slide three fingers into her and out again, rubbing her clitty with my thumb. Her juices splash on my wrist and on my thighs. I can wait no more, she takes four fingers easily and on the next stroke I fold my thumb against my palm and slide within her slick sex as she wails her joy. My lips leave her abused nipples and seek instead her clitty as I pump my closed fist inside her deep horse cunt. Her body surges back against me with every thrust of my arm into her. Her walls squeeze me so tight it almost hurts. A flood of wet love accompanies every out stroke, a gasp and a reciprocating push back every in stroke. She grunts every time I thrust my arm deeper inside her, cries every time my tongue lashes her clit. I pound my fist into her with all my strength, pushing up to my elbow with every stroke and loving the roars of passion I get from her. Her legs kick at the air and her tail tries to thrash at the ground between my open legs. Her cunt grips my arm so very tightly in time with her rolling waves of pleasure, growing with her ecstatic cries until the wave breaks and I have to gasp in pain as she comes and my hand is crushed by her internal muscles in the throes of her powerful, volcanic orgasm. I slowly, very slowly withdraw my arm. Clytemnestra whimpers happily with every little move I make and sighs loudly as it is finally expelled from her drooling, sated cunt. I lean down again and give her a big, slurping lick that makes her squeal again before I stand. My thighs are soaked in her juice, and my own, and I carefully lick the whole length of my forearm all over as I sit down by her lolling head. “Where've you been all my life?” That's a good question and I'm not at all sure how to answer it. I settle for a kiss, just a quick touch of my lips to hers. I pull my skirt on again and lie back as Clytemnestra rolls right side up again and shakes her wet tail. I imagine she's not too comfortable on her back. She pokes the fire with a stick and then snaps it in two to throw it into the flames. Her strength is effortless, a little frightening. I flex the fingers of my right hand, still sore from her orgasm. “You really don't want to talk about it?” “About what?” I ask. “Where you've been? It was rhetorical, but the way you reacted... Whatever you're running away from...” “I'm not running from anything. I shouldn't have said that. It's... No, I don't really want to talk about it.” “I said you didn't have to tell me if you didn't want to.” “Thanks,” I reach out and she takes my hand in hers for a moment. That feels good. Her hand is big and strong, calloused but not rough. We both lie there for a long time after she lets go. I don't recognise any of the constellations overhead, and I'm a knowledgeable stargazer, I see no moon. The fire crackles cheerily nearby and strange night-sounds flicker in the forest over the ever present lapping of the lake. The night is only a little cooler than the day was and I'd be quite comfortable without the fire. I smell its pleasant smoke mixed with the scent of our sex and the perfumes of the forest. I don't recall a time I've ever felt so connected to the world around me, so in tune with the simple activity of living. “You're right, Clytemnestra, the world really is a wonder, and the people in it.” “Ah, so I am.”

Chapter 3 - Isis & Juno

CHAPTER III 'ISIS & JUNO' Clytemnestra's sources, whoever they were, had been accurate. Within an hour of leaving the forest our path meets a real road. A wide, straight, flagged road on a raised dyke that shoots arrow-straight in both directions across the open farmland to vanishing point in the east. It terminates in the west in a dark smudge of city nestling amongst the foothills of the imposing, muscular mountains which had loomed over our shoulder throughout our woodland journey. Here and there little blurs of other traffic can be seen on the road, but far less than so broad an artery deserves. People work the fields either side of the road, growing the food the city needs to prosper. “Think we'll make it by nightfall?” I ask, pessimistically. “I could, you won't.” I've wondered before about the protocol and politics of asking her to carry me. I have no intention of actually asking, especially not when she already has a lot of weight to carry from Lecto's house, but the thought does cross my mind from time to time. So we walk. Clytemnestra's unshod hooves clop cheerfully along the worn flagstones and I tinker with spell elements in my mind. It's altogether a pleasant walk for perhaps an hour until another sound reaches us: gunfire. We both turn as one and shading my eyes against the sun I can make out a big wagon perhaps half a mile behind us. Little figures scamper about it and there's another gunshot. Immediately Clytemnestra is thundering towards the scene and I hare after her as best I can. She outpaces me easily, but even at full gallop she can load and fire that colossal gun. She fires twice and the figures, five or six I think, scatter. I guess they must have spell-shields because I cannot imagine Clytemnestra missing, even at the gallop. Desultory return fire patters back at her... And me! I skid to a halt, not daring to go any closer unprotected. I drop to my knee, working the lever of my rifle to chamber a round and sighting along the barrel as Clytemnestra crashes into the scattering figures, sword drawn. She hews down two before I can do more than that and the rest flee as I let fly, aiming wide despite Clytemnestra's shield. My shots have no effect save perhaps chasing the fleeing figures of a little more emphatically. Hands shaking I sling my rifle and trot the good distance to the wagon, where Clytemnestra waits, blood-slicked sword in hand. Two corpses, both cleaved almost in two lay haloed in blood on the road and I note academically that the sight does not affect me nearly so strongly as Lecto's body did. A pretty, brown-skinned woman clutches the reins of the wagon and stammers her thanks to Clytemnestra, who callously wipes her blade clean on a scrap of her foe's clothing and sheaths it. “Think nothing of it, lady. Bandits are the enemy of all.” “If you hadn't been there... I just don't know what I would've done!” she cries, standing on the running board and clutching at Clytemnestra's hand. She is in fact a startlingly pretty woman, with very fine, elfin features, deep, clear brown eyes like a gazelle and long, lustrous black hair, not only on her head, but distinctly peeking out from under her arms. Her bust is entirely flat under a cream-coloured linen blouse trimmed with lace. “They would have robbed you of everything you carry,” Clytemnestra sniffs dismissively, “what is it you carry?” The wagon is open-topped and filled with big barrels, at least a dozen of them. “Spirits, exotic spirits.” That's torn it. Clytemnestra has mentioned, more than once, her love of a good drink and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. “You were lucky we were here. They would have taken every drop. Wicked women they were, maybe would have had their way with you first.” “I really cannot thank you enough!” “Perhaps there's some more solid way to show your appreciation... Or liquid way,” Clytemnestra smiles hopefully, “It's just a shame those bastards ran away so soon. My companion here is a sorceress, you know.” I nod dumbly when the woman looks at me and wonder how deep Clytemnestra can dig. The woman looks between us for a moment and then nods, “Of course! My sister and I run an ordinary in the city, the Cross Staves. You are most welcome! Both of you!” “You are too kind,” replies Clytemnestra as though she's not planning to drink the place dry. “Would... would you travel with me? You are going to Pyre Silver?” “We'd be delighted.” That's that. The woman invites me to sit by her on the wagon and she whips up her four oxen. She introduces herself as Isis and I introduce myself and Clytemnestra, who walks companionably alongside. “You're really a sorceress, Mistress?” she asks, not quite looking me in the eye. I think fast and have no choice but to allow that it is so, “I am.” Well, I am in a very very technical sense. I've cast three different spells in my life and own two spellbooks. It's not a lie, just a massive exaggeration. Isis asks why we're going to the city – to Pyre Silver – and I have to think for a moment before replying. I settle on, “We're simple wanderers. We travel the world for its own sake.” “That sounds nice,” she sighs. “It has its moments.” “Ah, but then, I couldn't do that. I've too much to leave behind, and besides, seven days' journey from Pyre Huntingbird nearly did for me, had you not been there.” “Clytemnestra saved you, not me,” I point out truthfully. Not that I really want to disabuse her of any goodwill she might have for me, she's a most attractive woman. “You'd have done the same if your legs were less short,” Clytemnestra lies, smiling. Part of me wonders how willingly she'd run into a fusillade without magical protection, but honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if she would act just the same. I unsling my rifle and start sliding fresh cartages into the tube magazine. It seems a suitably martial, 'woman of action' sort of thing to do at that moment and it has the desired effect on Isis, who looks at me with something not a hundred miles away from awe. It's a look she gives me again that evening when we halt a little way off the road. Clytemnestra cut some firewood before we left the forest and has been carrying it ever since. I never even thought to. She arranges it in a little pile and hands one of the stouter pieces to me. I hold it in my hand and mentally tell it that it's twenty times as hot as it was. It starts to smoulder, and within thirty seconds, is alight. I've kindled fire with a thought, just as I did last night. I've almost no idea how I might create fire from nothing, creating anything from nothing seems to me very very complicated, but altering a single property of something that already exists, temperature, for example, is almost too easy. Isis gasps when smoke appears, and leaps almost to her feet when flame overtakes the end of the stick. I wriggle it into the middle of the firewood and tell her that everything is okay. She does settle down, but keeps eyeing me warily. I've cemented my reputation in her mind as a sorceress of great power, I think. Clytemnestra seems to think it's all very funny, to judge from her broad, pretty smile. We reach Pyre Silver around midday. Clytemnestra has been walking lighter with her luggage on the cart and I think Isis was driving a little faster than she normally would in her excitement to get home. The road ends at the walled city's broad gates where soldiers in mail quiz us about our business. Isis tells them that we've been to Pyre Huntingbird, apparently another northern city, to buy rare spirits for her business and that satisfies them. We roll into the city along a wide cobbled road that leads all the way from this eastern gate to what I judge a palace in the centre of the city. Grand gabbled houses line both sides and multitudes of people bustle around us. Oh! The people! Women and men of all ages hurrying everywhere, else standing and talking, or shouting our laughing or kissing. Every one of them looks fit and healthy and slim and strong. Everyone has the same attractive brown skin as Isis, varying by only a few shades lighter or darker. All of the women are narrow-wasted, with breasts ranging from small to entirely flat. Most of them wear abbreviated tops which show off their toned tummies and, as often as not, dark trails of hair from the navel on down under their waistbands. I had feared that Clytemnestra might attract a lot of attention, and she does. I see no other centaur anywhere. What I had not anticipated is how much attention I attract. I've never felt so obvious, so distinct, pale and blue eyed in a city where everyone has rich dark skin and brown eyes. Clytemnestra and I could not more obviously be strangers here if we tried. “Ah, homecoming is good for the heart” Isis smiles happily. “I wouldn't know,” admits Clytemnestra, equally happily. “I'm... not sure I can go home.” I mutter. Isis shrugs, “Then take me at my word, it is. I have travelled for two weeks. Less than you maybe, but I'm ill-made for such privations. In an hour or less I shall see my sister again, there will be much joy to share. And I will not forget to tell her how you came to my aid my heroines, and her gratitude will be no less than mine.” In fact it proves to be more than an hour – the pedestrians are thick on the ground and once we leave the main road the streets become hazardously narrow for our unwieldy overland cart. Nevertheless, we eventually turn into a walled-off stable yard which abuts a fine brick building and an ostler appears who defers to Isis and calls her 'ma'am'. “Welcome to my home,” she declares inviting us to go with her as more servants gather, first carrying her little luggage for her and then starting to unhitch the oxen and manhandle the barrels off the cart. It appears as though Isis and her sister are fairly wealthy from the number of servants they have, and the appointment of their home. The walls are handsomely papered, the carpets thick and the ceilings tall enough that, once she's ducked through the door, even Clytemnestra can stand upright without fear. We've barely been inside a minute when who can only be Isis' sister appears. She's so obviously not only Isis' sister, but her identical twin. She is almost indistinguishable, the same long blue-black hair, warm brown skin, pretty, elegant face, narrow waist and flat breasts. Unlike Isis, who's attired for travelling, her twin wears a revealing gown of cream coloured silk embroidered with gold flowers and slit high, showing a generous portion of tasty, toned thigh. A diamond-shaped cut-out shows off her navel and a thick treasure-trail. Just the sort of thing to make a weary traveller smile. Isis runs to embrace her sister warmly and for a moment they chatter greetings without a care for us as Clytemnestra and I stand awkwardly forgotten. All of a sudden, “Juno, we have guests! They saved me from bandits yesterday.” I smile modestly as Isis introduces us. Clytemnestra is less modest, helpfully describing her own heroics in vivid detail as Isis tells the story. Juno really is as grateful as Isis had promised, embracing us both tightly, with real tears in her eyes. Her perfume smells bewitchingly of jasmine and spice, I cannot help but appreciate the feel of her firm body pressed hard against me through her thin silk gown. “I promised them a reward, Juno.” “Of course! Of course! Name it, money? Jewels? Introductions?” “I believe a drink was mentioned?” suggests Clytemnestra. “Anything!” cries Juno, taking Clytemnestra's hand and leading her deeper into the house while Isis and I follow. She leads us into a big hall full of tables perhaps a quarter of them occupied, there's a long bar along the near edge with many big, tapped barrels on stands behind it. There must be seats for two hundred people in here. The décor is a complete change to the attractive, opulent apartment we'd just left. The walls are whitewashed and the bare floorboards are lavishly stained, all of the furniture is simple and solid and much of it equally stained, notched and knocked about. The smell of sweat, alcohol and stale smoke permeates everything. Juno looks entirely out of place in her fine dress. She takes a seat at the bar and I do likewise, Clytemnestra clears some stools out of her way and settles directly on the floorboards. A pretty, cheeky looking young girl with most of her ample brown bust on display hurries to serve us and Juno tells her to bring whatever we desire. Clytemnestra asks for sack, its served in a small copper cup which she drains before I can even ask if I could have some tea, please? Clytemnestra makes the girl bring her a cup more suited to her thirst and then I ask for tea, which comes and is quite excellent, if again, unidentifiable as any kind I know. Juno makes us recount 'our' fight fight with the bandits again, which Clytemnestra does, in suitably lurid terms while keeping the barmaid busy topping up her big goblet. I'm certain I'd be unconscious if I drank half what she is. Juno can't get enough of the story, and when Isis arrives a little later, dressed rather like her sister but in green and looking refreshed. The story is demanded once again, this time complimented by Isis' own, somewhat exaggerated recollections, which have grown to the point where she recalls my firing a hail of sorcerous bolts from my rifle and quite possibly having eyes burning with inner fire. If that's the way she chooses to remember things then I choose to let her. Since our stock seems good here I ask after cigarettes, but am met with blank looks. When I ask after tobacco the barmaid brings me a clay pot full of long, slim cigars. I take one and, mostly for devilment, I ignore the proffered taper and light it magically as I had the firewood. Juno is as agog as Isis had been last night as I puff experimentally, it isn't bad at all. Juno excuses herself and takes Isis to the other end of the bar where they chat animatedly for a while. “Lovely girl, no?” muses Clytemnestra. “Very. Both of them, in fact,” I'm determined not to be out-cooled. “We were lucky those bastards wanted a bit of Isis. Very pleasant welcome to a new city this is. I think you're my good luck charm, lady.” “Or maybe you're mine. If it weren't for you I'd still be wondering the forest, starving to death... If I was lucky...” I shiver involuntary as I recall Lecto. “Then two halves make a whole,” she smiles, reminding my how much I like her smile, and knocks her goblet against my clay mug. “I like the sound of that.” “Me too. I think we'll stay here a little longer,” she takes a drink, “Possibly a lot longer... Where was I? Yes, stay here a while and then we'll have to see about lodging. I don't know about prices in this city, but I think we can cover the night, and the loot from Lecto's we can sell in the morning. Unless I miss my guess it'll see us live well for a little while.” That does sound nice. I'm feeling pretty good sitting here, drinking tea and smoking, and the idea of sleeping in a bed, perhaps even having a hot bath first sounds like the perfect encore. Isis comes back to us and asks us to join her in the apartment. She leads us back the way we came and into a beautiful sitting room with embroidered tapestries hanging on the walls, handsome soft furniture and a grand marble fireplace on one side. Juno is reclined one one of a pair of identical chaises longues and Isis takes the other, inviting us to sit too. I sit in a big leather armchair while Clytemnestra settles on the floor as she usually does. “The ordinary can be very rowdy after dark, quite rough indeed,” says Isis, waving a hand in the direction of the drinking hall from which we've just come, “We used to employ a couple of bouncers to keep things in order. I thought we still did.” Juno takes the thread, “The guard came and took them away a few nights ago. Seems they were supplementing their income. Hired muscle, shaking down debtors, the occasional knife in the back.” “Nasty stuff,” adds Isis. “So we're short two bouncers, and that's not good in this business, not in this place, and I asked myself what to do?” “And then I come home with two brave fighters,” says Isis. “Like the answer to my question,” Juno goes on. Isis takes it again, “You'd have to be a fool to misbehave when you're being watched by a sorceress and a centaur.” “Bloody idiot more like,” says Juno, candidly, “How about it? The money is good if you can keep the peace, and I'm sure you can, and room and board, you need somewhere to stay in Pyre Silver, right?” I glance at Clytemnestra. The idea of being a bouncer in a 'rough' place like this is supposed to be is intimidating to me, especially considering that I'm not half, not a tenth of the sorceress that the twins seem to think I am. Clytemnestra needs little convincing, “We do indeed need somewhere to stay, and I for one can think of no better place,” she looks at me. With a real sense of dread I agree, “Sounds ideal.” We hash out the details with the twins for a while, discussing money, hours, duties and such. A servant brings food and watered wine on silver trays while we talk. With lunch and our negotiations concluded satisfactorily the twins stand and so do I. They each shake my hand warmly and then Clytemnestra's. “I think that there is only one more thing remaining,” says Clytemnestra, a familiar wild look in her eye. She seizes Isis in her arms and plants a long, passionate kiss right on her lips, Isis freezes for just an instant before returning it. In a moment Clytemnestra does it again, taking Juno and kissing her deeply. “I told you,” pants Isis, when her sister is released. I can only stare, shocked until Juno slinks over to me, taking my chin on one finger and teasing me into a lingering kiss of her own. I fall into the scent of her jasmine perfume, the taste of sweet wine on her lips, the feel as her sister caresses me from behind and then pulls me away to kiss her. Juno is taken from my arms and Isis slides into them, her body against mine, her hands running over my back, my waist, my hips. I lean into her, stroking her lithe, hard body and trailing kisses over her neck. Juno is barely two steps away, worshipping Clytemnestra's bare breasts with her lips and tongue. I take a step forward, and another, forcing Isis back until she's back to back with her sister, I feel them rubbing lasciviously against one another and against us. My hands quest around both bodies until I am cupping Juno's firm, flat breasts and kissing her sister at the same time. A strong hand twines through my hair and guides me to Clytemnestra's lips now. Her tongue enters my mouth and dances with my own as we share a lusty kiss across the twins' shoulders while they writhe against one another. As I suck Clytemnestra's long tongue the twins turn about one another until it's Juno in front of me and she tears me from Clytemnestra, shoving me forcefully on the chest and forcing me back until I fall sitting on the armchair. Juno's cream gown falls to the floor as she strides toward me a naked vision of rich dark skin and feminine curves. Her golden brown skin is almost glowing in the soft light. Her deep black delta of pubic hair is wide and thick and glistening with moisture. Her dark brown nipples are long and stiff and just asking to be kissed. She kneels on the chair, straddling me and I take a stiff brown nipple between my lips as she circles her hairy sex against my navel. She works her rocking hips against me for a moment and then starts to slide lower and lower still, arching her flexible spine to maintain as much contact as she can between us. I kiss her hard as her face comes level with mine, forcing my lips to hers, my tongue past her teeth, but even that does not stay her for long. She kisses my neck, and on down between my breasts, she bites gently at a nipple that stands proud under my thin top, she licks where her wet slit has left damp spots on my clothes. All the while she sinks lower until she kneels on the floor, her face in my lap. Her strong hands seize my skirt and pull, ridding me of it as I hang on to the chair. She rids me of my flooded knickers just as easily and tosses them to her sister where she lies, face down, arse up while Clytemnestra's tongue explores her most intimate places. Isis seizes the scrap of wet lace and Brings it to her face licking my juices from the garment just as her sister starts to lap the same from the source. Juno's talented tongue runs across my outer lips and I sigh, it traces my inner lips and I gasp. My short fingernails dig into the chair's thick leather as Juno tries to bury her face deeper into my spread sex. Isis and I both moan wildly as Juno finds my little clitty at the same time, I'm sure, as Clytemnestra finds her sister's. I wrap both hands around the back of Juno's head guiding her, holding her to my pleasure button as I lock eyes with her sister. Isis and I stare into one another's eyes as I ride her sister's face to ecstasy. Isis moans whorishly into my wet knickers, Clytemnestra's wonderful tongue working its magic on her cunt. My hips rock to meet the rhythm of Juno's mouth kissing my sex, drinking down my juices. She takes my clit between her soft lips making me shudder, I almost come right now but she backs off, licking my outer lips again. I match her licks with my own motion, my eyes still staring into her sister's. Isis' lewd display, the wet sounds of Clytemnestra's cunnilingus, the overpowering scent of female lust, they all hammer at my senses. I know Juno is listening to her sister's wild moans of passion, for only when Isis shows signs of imminent orgasm does she start to ramp up her assault on my cunny. I unconsciously squeeze her face between my thighs, clamping down as her tongue penetrates me, as she sucks on my exposed clit. I fuck myself against her hard working mouth, matching my mounting climax to Isis' and coming with her. Juno licks through my orgasm as I shudder along with her sister and collapse, slumped forward on top of her. Juno stands and steps over her spent, panting sister lying on the floor. I watch unbelieving as she strides before Clytemnestra, takes her by the chin and slowly, lovingly licks her own sister's juices from the centaur's mouth. Even Clytemnestra seems shocked by that, if for a moment, before she starts to kiss away my love from Juno's wet face and they share a long, licking kiss, cleaning one another of the spoils of their labour. I hadn't realised it, but my fingers are stroking my honeypot at Juno's perverse display. I stop, wanting more than my fingers can provide and knowing just where I can find it. Isis is still Lying on the floor sighing in pleasure, hardly surprising either. I roll her onto her back and plant myself against her toned thigh for the capital act. She needs no more encouragement to get to work. Her legs are slightly parted, moisture glistens on the dark hair around her sex. Her hips rock fluidly and so do mine as I fall into her body, tribbing myself against her thigh, she against mine. My mouth finds hers, our kiss is fast, but delicate and never ceasing. The taste of her lips and the smell and feel of her sweaty body beneath me drive me on. My spine undulates, my body rippling against hers, driving, rubbing thrusting my lustful wet sex against her. Her hands seize my arse, pulling me tighter to her, spreading my cheeks and magnifying her own pleasure against my thigh. Every wave of joy Isis pours into my tribbing cunt I pour again into hers. She's so wet, so wet. So am I. Distractedly I wonder if all women in this world are simply juicier than normal. I think so. I hope so. I know I will not last long, I'm too aroused, Isis' slender, toned thigh too hard – her hot, hungry mouth too arousing, her fingers too lewd. Ecstatic pleasure rolls through me with every stroke of her tongue, every bite of her nails, every twitch of my hips. My muscles stiffen and seize on their own, my mind swims in lust. A foot away Clytemnestra is sighing in carnal satisfaction, the sound alone is so exciting to me. Every wonderful, erotic sensation reinforces the rest. The sounds of passion Juno wrings from Clytemnestra. The feel of Isis' hairy cunt on my flesh, and mine on hers. The smell of our lovemaking and the taste of our kiss. The sound of my heart hammering in my ears. The feel of my nipples rubbing against Isis' body. I moan desire into Isis' mouth, every muscle jerks and I come even more powerfully than I just did. My climax, my jerking, my flickering tongue, my ecstatic feedback triggers Isis' own plateau. No longer able to support my own weight I collapse on top of Isis, mewling softly, shuddering through one wonderful, shared aftershock after another. Isis gives me a gentle, but irresistible push backwards and rolls me off of her to lie panting on the floor, very much as she had a little while ago. Like her I'm not left in peace either. Clytemnestra's beautiful face looms over me, upside down and smiling wickedly. Suddenly she's leaning all the way down to kiss me. From her ragged, lusty breathing and the slick, wet sounds I know that Juno must be very busy behind her. It's an interesting and most delightful kiss. From where we lie, upside down to one another we may both kiss the other's lower lip, even simultaneously, which is a novel pleasure that we enjoy several times between long, luxurious explorations of one another's mouths. I feel Clytemnestra's already significant excitement grow all of a sudden and she holds my head tightly, crying out in ecstasy. I'm certain, by the end that her fingernails have left deep marks in my face and I rub at the sore skin as I sit up. Clearly Isis had joined her sister's efforts and that is what triggered Clytemnestra's orgasm. I can see them both there, behind her prostrate form. Each has an arm around her sister's shoulders and when they see me looking, they turn deliberately, ostentatiously to one another for a very unsisterly kiss. I can do nothing but watch in awe and lust. They stand, still with arms around one another, and I think, very amused at my shock. “I think you will both fit in very well here,” one of them says – I've lost track of which is which. “I... I hope... so?” Both sisters laugh, kiss each other again, probably just to tease me, and tell us to get dressed. With that they're gone, walking, arm in arm and still naked, from the room, bottoms wiggling saucily with every step. “Did you see that?” I ask, almost rhetorically. “Kinky missies,” Clytemnestra has a talent for understatement, I feel, “We've fallen on our hooves here and no mistake, lady.” I find my skirt and knickers, puling them on, “Definitely... Or at least, mostly. A bar bouncer I'm not.” “You are now. And once the word goes 'round that you're a sorceress nobody's going to make trouble.” “Until they realise that I know as much fighting magic as...” “Learn,” she interrupts, cheerfully. Clytemnestra pours out two generous glasses of wine and hands me one, clinking hers against it. “Drink your wine, love your woman and trust time to provide tomorrow.” I take a sip of the sweet white wine, “You will look after me, won't you? Out there, I mean.” “As you will me. As you already have me, in fact.” Presently a servant comes and takes us to the ground-floor room that has been assigned us. It's not nearly so lavish as the sisters' apartment, but better than I'd feared. Two narrow beds with straw mattresses and clean, crisp linen, one chest of draws and hanging on the wall a full-length wood framed mirror are the only furnishings. Clytemnestra points out the obvious and one of the beds is swapped for a larger straw mattress and several colourful blankets. We're shown around the servants quarters, which also houses some of the other ordinary staff. There's a big bathroom with four handsome wrought iron baths on clawed feet and a copper water heater in the corner. There's also a small annex abutting the ordinary's kitchen where we are supposed to dine. Throughout the servants quarters there is an air of faded elegance – the décor clearly was very fine once, but is now in disrepair and somewhat dusty and faded. It gives the place a rather raffish, romantic quality that has always appealed to me. By the time we've settled in, eaten, splashed a little water around and I've changed my travel-worn clothes for the most severe looking outfit Lecto had it's time for us to start our duties. Isis came and told us that we'd be working essentially from whenever the ordinary started filling up of an evening until the last drunk ran out of money, whenever that is. She says we may drink for cost, but had better not get drunk – which I had no intention of doing. So we sit at an out of the way table in the vast, busy hall. Clytemnestra is wearing her sword, but neither of us have our rifles, which would be of limited use indoors, in a bar fight. After some thought I have taken a five-shot revolver from the guns we found at Lecto's house. Long-barrelled with an elaborate muzzle-break and a grip which I suspect was designed for a woman. I've never shot a pistol in my life, but I feel more comfortable about using it than I would a sword, and at close range it has a fair chance of breaking through a spell shield, if not as good a chance as a blade. It's holstered on my hip on a gunbelt covered with shells in little leather loops, the weight strange, but comforting in my nervous state. The place is getting busier every minute. There are at least a dozen girls behind the long bar, or dashing around the floor, all of them working hard, and all of them highly attractive in abbreviated white blouses and short, tight little black skirts that show off their knickers whenever they lean over to get a glass from the other side of a table. That does not surprise me, given their employers' tastes. I wonder if all these girls had as pleasant an interview as Clytemnestra and I did. There must be over a hundred customers in here already, most of them rough, desperate looking people, some of them armed with swords or guns or both, though most seem not to be. I drink tea and ponder the last few weeks. This place, world, whatever it is is bizarre, but seems to operate consistently within itself. Almost everything here is a little better than I expect it to be. The water, the wine and the tea all taste better than I expect. It's always warm, but never oppressively so, even the rain is brief and exciting, rather than long and dreary. Everyone I've encountered has been physically fit and attractive. All of the women around me, and all those I've seen before are fine-featured with rich dark skin, small to flat breasts and slim, hourglass waists just like I like. I watch two such beauties share a loving kiss at a table a little ways away. No one else pays any attention, for such things seem entirely normal here. I'm no expert on men, but even they seem to fit the normal definitions of male comeliness and best of luck to them. Moreover, Clytemnestra's easy-going philosophy of letting fate provide seems in this world entirely workable. Through nothing but luck, she and I really have fallen on our feet. In fact, I'm bound to say that it was pure luck that we met, and that we survived the potential unpleasantness at Lecto's house. Luck that I encountered a centaur! A centaur who seems to love me, or at least, lust for me as I do her, and who shares at least two of my... My more idiosyncratic kinks. Perhaps three if I count centaurs. Oh, and I'm a sorceress here. Can't forget that. All in all, it's hard to imagine a more perfect world, which bothers me since I know not how I got here or why. I wish I could talk to Clytemnestra about it all, but I've already decided to spare us both that conversation. She's been as good as her word and not once asked about my past, and I respect that a great deal. “You're quiet,” she says, still watching the crowd. “Sorry, just thinking.” “About?” “How lucky I am, I suppose.” “Still nervous?” “Yes.” “It'll pass.” Easy for her to say, she's bigger than anyone else in the room. I find my hand resting on the butt of my revolver and wonder when that happened. The room doesn't seem at all calm to me, it's noisy and smoky and hectic. People are drinking and gambling over dice or cards. The barmaids hurry around, or else sit on the laps of favoured, or more likely wealthy, customers playing with them coquettishly. Nervous as I am really wouldn't mind at all if one of them came and sat on my lap, arms around me, giggling and flirting. Probably take my mind off things very nicely. Presently of course, this practice gets one of them in a little more than just a tip or a pinch on the bum and she starts calling our names and trying to bat down the amorous drunkard pawing at her. “Go on,” Clytemnestra pushes me in the direction of the scuffle and I rush over, still far from sure about the plan she'd hatched an hour earlier. I hear the clop of hooves a fair way behind me as I square up to the drunk, and that gives me a little more courage, “Put her down,” fortunately, my voice doesn't tremble above half. “Two for the price of one, is it?” she slurs. “I said 'Put her down', idiot,” so far so good, “So put her down and fuck off before things get unpleasant.” She laughs and so do her mates sitting around the table. That stops immediately the tip of my pointing finger starts to glow. The barmaid scurries out of her very distracted grip and I'm suddenly aware that the whole room has gone silent. I desperately hope no one is about to call my bluff because a glowing finger is the apex of my magical power. “We were just going,” one of the drunk's mates mutters, taking her by the shoulder and steering her forcefully toward the door, along with the rest of the party. My spell, which merely shifted the infra-red of my body heat into visible light, ends and I essay a stern glare at the room in general, which is still very quiet. Clytemnestra, who was standing ten feet behind me the whole time, and I return to our table. Customers gradually start talking again, but I see a good dozen at least leave very swiftly afterwards, glancing at me. I hope I've not lost the sisters much custom. “Good job,” Clytemnestra offers. My hands are shaking from adrenalin. “Well, it worked, but it wasn't fun.” “I told you it would. You'd have to be a fool to stand up to a sorceress.” “And horny drunks are renowned for their wisdom.” “You're just determined to be a wet blanket aren't you?” “Sorry, Clytemnestra... Stress?” I think Clytemnestra's about to say something, but at that moment one of the Barmaids approaches, the same one I'd just 'rescued', Niah. Niah thanks me sweetly and says that everyone feels better about having me around – apparently the last few days since the old bouncers departed have been pretty stressful. I note that Niah is only thanking me, only saying she's glad I'm here, she scarcely acknowledges Clytemnestra, which annoys me. Part of me wonders if I can leverage her gratitude into something more physical, but that strikes me as a cruel way to behave and I'm a bit ashamed to think it. The next day, I'm woken uncomfortably early, by the sound of a woman screaming in ecstasy. I suppose it's about breakfast time, really, but considering how late we worked last night that's early. I listen to the woman broadcast her orgasm, a little aroused, but mostly sleepy. “Lucky girl,” offers Clytemnestra, devilish grin on her face. She's eager to avail herself of the city's bazaar and trade the stuff we took from Lecto for a nice pile of jangly coins and since I'm awake now she insists we not waste time. The first thing we do is find a gunsmith. Clytemnestra took ten different rifles and pistols from Lecto's house, not counting the two I'd selected for my own, and she haggles over their sale price for a good thirty minutes while I mooch around examining the pieces on display. We also buy fifty rounds apiece for my guns, two bullet moulds and enough powder and primers to reload any spent brass for a good long while. Clytemnestra says she has other reloading equipment herself, I'm no longer surprised. Given the volume of stuff she has pulled out of them since I've known her I strongly suspect her bags are magical and conceivably may hold almost anything. We sell the jewellery and other odds and sods at a pawn shop and Clytemnestra gives me a fistful of fat silver coins. She says that half of the proceeds are mine, though she doubts my ability to carry that much metal around, but thinks I should have some spending money on me. On an impulse, I buy a modest sized blank book, and some metal inkpens and ink, that I might start creating my own magic book. I also buy a bundle of thin cigars wrapped in waxed paper and we track down a sell-spell's shop where I have a spell shield cast on me. I'm very excited to observe the process, but it is not illuminating at all. The mage simply passes his hand over my prone from, I feel a now familiar tingling in my skin, and it is done. The spell is pretty expensive, but Clytemnestra and I both consider it well worth the cost. It's a most productive day and, to my surprise, I rather enjoy just wondering around this exciting, exotic city, holding Clytemnestra's hand. Ah, that may be it. As a rule I don't like cities, but I love holding Clytemnestra's hand. As before, everywhere I look I see attractive, smiling women, and in this climate, few are overdressed. Clytemnestra and I both attract attention, but I no longer feel quite so self conscious as we make our way back to the Crossed Staves for a late lunch. The ordinary only serves one meal each day, today it's lightly spiced rice and peppers and slices of pastry with a little sugar on top. We both eat heartily having skipped breakfast, and Clytemnestra asks how long we should stay here in Pyre Silver. “We've only just arrived,” I point out. “Certainly, we'll stay a little longer, some weeks maybe, but how long?” “I don't know... to be honest, I was so focused on getting here, or at least, the north that I hadn't thought about anything after.” “It's nice to have a roof and a bed, but don't put down roots, lady, you'll never see the world through a window.” “So how long?” She smiles and thinks a while, “Until we know where else there is to aim for next. Normally I'd say until we had a little money, but we have a lot.” “I'll probably kick myself for saying it when I'm cold and wet and trying to sleep in a ditch, but that's a good reason not to stay in a city too long. Money tends to burn a hole in my pocket.” “Spend your money or don't, but don't buy anything you'd not want to carry with you.” Easy for her to say – especially if my suspicions about her bags are correct. “I've already collected more than I probably should, since meeting you. You remember? I had nothing but the clothes I stood up in. Now I've got, what? Guns, clothes, my slide rule, two books, no, three. Who knows what besides...” “I told you that the world will provide if you let it.” “And you were right.” “You don't regret then, falling in behind a horizon chasing vagabond?” “Hurry up and eat, vagabond.” “You don't want to leave right now?” “No, I want to take you to our room and show you my lack of regret.” I believe I may even be giving her a predatory smile, and she certainly does finish her pastry in record time. We scamper back to our room, locking the door behind us. Clytemnestra is beautiful! There, I said it. Sometimes, as now when I look at her I am simply stunned by her powerful, sexual perfection. Her dark, liquid-brown eyes, three feet above my own. Her cute, pointed ears and scruffy black hair, her smile, which I'll remember if I forget everything else I've ever seen. She has adorable little rings of white hair just above her hooves. They stand out against the rest of her night-black coat which slides smoothly over hard muscle. I love the way the shapely feminine curves of her torso merge seamlessly with the powerful chest and shoulders of her equine half. I love the way her face is framed by those firm brown breasts as I look up adoringly at her. I love the feel of her long, soft black tail as she swishes it at me when I walk admiring around her. I love too her wet, glistening black sex, enfolding a little splash of pink which I glimpse as I do so. I walk all the way around her, slowly, basking in her presence. I trail my fingers along her body, savouring the feel of the short, glossy hairs under my fingers, feeling her powerful body heat against my skin. It's a feeling more than sexual, more than mere lust... But then, utterly sexual, utterly lustful... I'm standing before her again, she's shed her top and I look up to see the smile I love, and the breasts too, all proud and naked with jutting little nipples. I wrap my arms around her womanly waist and kiss her navel, as high as I can reach. I lick inside her navel and she giggles softly, making her firm stomach move against me. Her skin tastes of salt and smells of musk, and sweat and it is powerfully, irresistibly erotic. I kiss her a little lower, just below the navel, and lick her again, and lower still, kissing and licking until I soon come to the border where black equine hair begins to grow, sparsely at first and then thicker and dense and I keep kissing and licking until I almost have vanished between her shapely, sexy forelegs. Clytemnestra rubs one knee against my cheek for a moment, she does it so gently for so large a woman, but I can feel the raw power she holds back. In a moment the sensation of her coat against my skin is gone and she takes a couple of steps forward, stepping either side of me until I am underneath her, almost between her hind legs. I know what she's doing. Her hominine breasts may be out of my lip's reach, but her equine nipples are not. I eagerly take one hard, dark nub in my mouth. I know she likes her nipples treated a little roughly so I give one a gentle pinch for her pleasure while I suck on the other for mine, my lips are tickled by the little wisps of coat around it. Her scent is so much stronger here, stronger and admixed with the dust in her coat and the unmistakable smell of a woman's love. I pull gently at her nipple, held between my lips and teeth, then a little harder until she sighs and I let go, to do it again. Now I switch to the other side, nipping playfully at her sensitive tip until she nudges me in the bum with a fore hoof. “”Don't get too distracted there, lady,” before I can reply she gives me a harder push, shoving me out between her hind legs and she settles gracefully to the floor, tail swishing impatiently. I seize her tail at the base and comb it through with my fingers, feeling the length of the actual tail within the glossy black hair and prolonging Clytemnestra's frustration. Her vagina is winking with anticipation, glistening wet runners of juice tracing down from her enticing black folds. Finally satisfied with teasing her tail I lightly trace a finger up one of the lines of moisture, she shudders just at the touch. I taste my wet fingertip, then do it again, gathering more of her dew. It makes her quiver exquisitely and swish her tail. “Eat me!” she whines longingly, leaning back and peering over her shoulder. I can see her hands mauling at her breasts, “I need you now!” Just the idea that so desirable a woman needs me is a wonderful feeling. The idea that she might crave my touch as much as I her body elates me and I can no longer resist giving her that which we both desire so much. I settle lower, letting her tail hang over my shoulder, pausing only briefly to gaze hungrily at the wet equine cunt before me, letting her feel my breath on her crinkled lips and slick inner walls. She scoots backwards and her sex is suddenly hard against my face. I'm coated in her juices from the bridge of my nose to my chin and I automatically lap at her smooth inner folds. Just for the joy of it I slurp noisily at her free flowing cunt and she squeaks excitedly at the strange sensation. I slow down a little, running my tongue up and down her slit several times and then licking her puffy black lips with their sparse little hairs coated in juice. I plant quick, powerful kisses all the way up both lips and a little higher still, kissing her hard and trying, unsuccessfully, to force my tongue into her tight hole. Clytemnestra moans softly and continues to do so as I start eating her cunt in earnest. Swift, hard licks at the base of her cunt, I can feel the hard nub of her proud clitty against my tongue and I circle it with the tip, loving every moment, craving the taste and smell of her arousal, wanting more and more. My left hand is inside my skirt, rubbing furiously at my own button through a layer of thin wet silk. Clytemnestra pants, “Right there... Don't stop lady, right there...” I slide three fingers into her hot sex, deep in and then out again. Loving her clit with my lips and tongue I fuck her with my fingers, my knuckles rubbing hard against my cheek, her tail tangled in my hair, her nectar coats my whole face, flowing down my chin. Her body heat against my face is incredible, her cunt clenches tightly at my fingers. I'm rubbing myself so hard, riding my hand, I'm so close when she comes. She comes. She comes crying out and hammering on the mattress with her fist and I keep licking, sucking, drinking her juices until I reach my own peak moaning into her wonderful sex, jerking against her with little muscular misfires. I crawl around and flop on my back next to her , breathing as hard as she. Little droplets of her love pool and drip down my face, tickling pleasantly. I take her hand and hold it to my chest, just for the feeling of doing so. “You are... The most wonderful, the sexiest, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I tell her, contentedly. She gives my hand a squeeze, “Then it's important that we travel together long time, that you see a lot more women.” “Won't matter. None will come close.” “Even if that's true, and I doubt it, there are a lot of women to see, and more than just see.” “Like the twins?” “Mmmm” she sighs, contentedly at the memory, “I wonder if we might play with them again. It'd be a shame to leave without another taste.” “I wonder if they'd wet themselves for us?” “That would be fun!” Clytemnestra giggles, “Or perhaps each other, and then let me lick them all clean!” “Us. Let us...” “One each or both together?” I affect a sigh, “Ah, decisions...” The mental image is making me hot again so I sit up then crawl back to Clytemnestra's wet rump, to have another taste of her irresistible honeypot. “Oh!” she exclaims, “Well, if you insist.”

Chapter 6 - Aristomache & Eupraxia

Author's note: it's been a long time since I updated this story - I have not been writing much lately. I feel pretentious even saying this, but I did not feel inspired... Ugh... Until, that is, a few days ago when, for reasons I don't understand, I suddenly felt like writing and here we are! I hope people are still interested. CHAPTER VI 'ARISTOMACHE & EUPRAXIA' A gunshot! And not too far away either. Clytemnestra and I both instantly turn to face the direction of the sound, even as the echo rolls around the landscape. The standing stones of the four concentric stone circles block all vision. I drop my pack and unsling my rifle working the leaver to chamber a cartridge. Clytemnestra is loading hers at the same time. Glancing at one another we creep toward the perimeter of the stone circle. I wince every time Clytemnestra's hooves clip-clop against the hard marble floor. It feels like an age before we reach the edge of the outermost ring of stones and can peer fearfully into the night. The sun has been down for a good hour now and we have only the bright starlight to see by. Absently I wonder why the nights of this world are so less dark than they should be. “There,” Clytemnestra hisses, pointing. Yes, I can see now, a light-coloured shape moving in the distance. Maybe a person? I'm glad of my dark red clothing now. Had I been wearing white I'd show up like them. I lie prone and aim down the barrel of my rifle, fixing my aim on the centre of mass. Seconds tick by. Whoever fired that gun, they are coming this way, I'm certain of it. I have to blink and when I do my vision swims for a moment. My eyes focus again and I know what I see, I'm certain. I glance up at Clytemnestra. “It's a centaur,” I whisper, as loud as I dare. “Not a centaur, two,” she whispers back. I raise my head a little. She's right! I had been so intent on my aim at the white centaur that I'd completely missed the dark coloured smudge of the other. I'm sure they've not seen us yet. Clytemnestra's dark coat and deep brown skin and my dark red clothes are helping us hide in the shadows of the stones, where these two centaurs are more obvious even in the starlight. “Far enough, friends!” Clytemnestra's voice booms out and I've never been so grateful that I had good trigger discipline drilled into me at a young age. If my finger had been on the trigger I could easily have fired in surprise. Both centaurs stop dead, looking about. I glance up at Clytemnestra as she strides into the open, rifle levelled. I quickly take aim again, covering her. “What were you shooting at?” The white centaur speaks, clear and clam, “Game only! Put up your gun and call us friend again, friend!” They are about a hundred yards off, I don't see any weapons in their hands, but unless I miss my guess both have rifles scabbarded at their waists. Clytemnestra lowers her gun, and breaks it, but does not unload it or put it away. I watch carefully as she walks closer to them, and they to her. She puts her arm on the shoulder of each in turn, just as she once did to me, and they both return the gesture as I could not. I think they talk briefly, but I cannot hear. Now Clytemnestra calls to me, she sounds calm, even happy. I walk closer. My gun is still in my hands, but not pointed at anything. I'm ready, though, ready to bring it to my shoulder at a moment's notice. The three centaurs stand easy, smiling cheerfully. For the first time in a long time I realise just how big Clytemnestra is. I've always known it of course, but familiarity has a way of dulling one's perceptions until suddenly I am standing amongst three people who could each snap me like a twig. I look up at their faces, feeling very small and alien. Alien, different, not normal. I wonder if this is how Clytemnestra feels amongst humans? I doubt it, she's too strong willed to let such things bother her. I feel it, though. Clytemnestra calls me her companion, she introduces me to these other centaurs, Aristomache and her wife Eupraxia, as though they are old friends. I shouldn't be surprised, isn't that how she acted to me when first we met? Aristomache is tall, even for a centaur, or so I think. She's more than nine feet I'm sure. Tall, broad shouldered, muscular and full breasted with a strong, Junoesque face given to easy confidence. She has long chestnut red hair and coat and tanned, coppery skin with intricate knotted tattoos that look Celtic to me. Her round breasts are all but bursting forth from a bustier of similar design, but distinct style to Clytemnestra's halter top. Eupraxia is less tall, and more finely built, slim and lithe with almost no bust at all. In fact, unlike Clytemnestra and Aristomache she clearly feels no need to wear anything to restrain her tiny breasts. No wonder she stood out in the dark so. Her hair and coat are pure white to match her pale skin. A mass of excited white hair boils forth beneath each arm. Both of them are belted with leather scabbards holding long rifles similar to Clytemnestra's, and Eupraxia has a dead deer thrown over her withers explaining the shot we heard. “Nice to meet you?” I manage, presently. I am a little stunned, to say the least. Whatever part of my brain it is that's responsible for sorting the world into the categories of normal and amazing had apparently managed to file Clytemnestra, somehow, as normal without remotely preparing me for the possibility of meeting other centaurs. Standing here, gazing up at them, somehow I'm no better prepared to deal with the sight than I was when I first saw Clytemnestra. “A meeting is a blessing,” Aristomache smiles, laying her hand on my shoulder like a sack of lead shot. “You've no need for weapons with us, little one,” Eupraxia adds, nodding at my rifle. I glance at Clytemnestra and she nods. The two newcomers invite us to join them for dinner and, my misgivings rapidly evaporating under a genuine sense of trust about them, I'm glad to accept, as is Clytemnestra. By the time I've dashed back to the centre of the stone circle to retrieve by pack and got back, a not inconsiderable distance, there is a merry little fire burning and all three centaurs are settled around it in a circle. As is my custom I sit with Clytemnestra, leaning against her warm, hard body. “We're travelling the world,” she says, “Just for the sake of doing it, of seeing new things and meeting new people. Eupraxia’s hands clasp together, “How romantic.” “What about you?” I ask, both for curiosity and for something to say, “We're a long way from anywhere and we haven't seen anyone else out here.” “We're going to cross the mountains,” Aristomache points through the stone circle toward where the pass is, “We carry messages for the Grand Master of Zoa.” “Zoa?” “The land beyond the mountains. That is your destination, isn't it?” “Well, yes... We just didn't know what it was called. What's it like?” It's taken me a while to lift my eyes from Eupraxia's almost-flat chest. There's something fascinating about tiny little breasts, something deeply sexy. When I do manage to lift my eyes from Eupraxia's inviting lack of bust I meet her eyes! Orange. Not brown, like Clytemnestra and Aristomache, but pure tangerine. The colour is startling and I'm lost in them for a moment. “Few know,” Eupraxia says, startling me, “Aristomache's mother was a great favourite in the court of Zoa in her youth, but few others have been there. It is a place of fabulous wealth and huge power, or so she said. They know much magic and science there, but guard it jealously.” That certainly excites my interest. It sounds like a fascinating place, depending on how jealously they do in fact guard their knowledge. Aristomache takes up the thread, “My mother said that she saw things there the like of which exists nowhere else. It was her final wish in life that I see what she had seen, and that I carry her letter to the Grand Master who rules that land.” “I should very much like to see it too,” Clytemnestra says, excitedly. “Zoa is called the 'city on the bridge'. That is just what it is. My mother described it often. There is a lake, long and wide, and over it, a bridge. The bridge is black stone and reaches from one shore to the other, and so wide and long that there is a city on its back. There are homes and palaces and places of business and of pleasure, all built upon the bridge. If you cross the mountains, you will see a sight such as few have.” Clytemnestra is growing more excited as Aristomache speaks, “You're right, we do mean to cross the mountains, and I for one should love to have such pleasant company for the trip, if you'll consent.” “Provided,” I must interject, “You don't mind my slowing you down.” “Gladly,” Aristomache beams, “If the road beyond the pass is as difficult as we have been told, you may outpace any of us, in fact.” Oh joy. I wonder how bad this road might be if she thinks I'll make better progress than three centaurs. My train of thought is disturbed by Eupraxia rising to her hooves. By pure reflex I ask, “Where are you going?” “I need a pee,” she replies carelessly. Clytemnestra's excited voice pipes up, “Ooh! Can I watch?” “What?” both the other centaurs look at her. “I like watching attractive women peeing,” she replies matter-of-factly, then adding, for some damned reason,“It's a thing I have.” I can't say I'm surprised. In fact, I've been waiting for Clytemnestra to try and put her, for want of a better word, moves on them. Even I wouldn't have predicted it'd be like this, though. Eupraxia looks at her for a long moment and then shrugs slightly, “Why not?” “Can I watch too?” I'm a little surprised at my own courage, but it does sound like fun. “Why not?” Eupraxia's voice is halfway between laughter and exasperation, “Anyone else? Aristomache do you want to watch me?” “Alright.” That surprises Eupraxia, “I didn't think you were like that.” “Well... If everyone else is...” she smiles uncertainly. Eupraxia looks at each of us in turn as though not entirely sure how things came to this point and then just shakes her head. Clytemnestra tells her to turn around and she does. Eupraxia's long white tail swishes away revealing her sexy equine womanhood, dark amid her white coat. From my brief but extraordinarily attentive study of centaur sexuality I'd say she's at least a bit turned on, whatever else she might think of what we're asking her to do. Nothing happens. I suppose I can hardly blame her for having difficulty performing for an audience, and the view is nice. Clytemnestra slips a hand into my top, cupping a small breast and squeezing very slightly. Eupraxia spreads her rear legs a little and her sex winks at us. “I can't go,” she whines. “Patience,” Clytemnestra soothes, “Just let it come in your own time.” Another long minute passes. I'm certain that Eupraxia is getting excited and wet. I know I am. Sparkling in the firelight there's a distinct glistening within her lips that was not there before. My fingers slowly massage my centre through my dampening knickers. Now! Yes, there's a trickle from Eupraxia, and almost instantly it grows into a strong arcing jet! A stream of coruscating pee erupts from between Eupraxia's dark lips. Hissing and splashing it strikes the ground throwing up droplets which spark and twinkle briefly in the firelight before falling back to earth. I inhale the strong, sexy scent, not merely massaging myself now my self stimulation has advanced to real masturbation, while Clytemnestra excitedly gropes at my breasts. Alas, Eupraxia is finished far too quickly, long before I can finish, that is. Her scintillating stream of pee failing slowly and then ceasing altogether with a few last drops running down her wet sex. “Look at her!” Aristomache laughs excitedly, pointing I realise, at me! Eupraxia turns quickly, catching me sheepishly pulling my hand out of my skirt, not quite able to meet her bewitching tangerine eyes. “She must really have enjoyed the show,” Aristomache leers at me, still laughing, “I want to see you pee, little one!” Eupraxia looks surprised, but masters herself quickly as she takes her place by the fire again. I'm all for it! I jump to my feet and start pulling my clothes off eager to piss for the three centaurs. All three are watching me closely, Eupraxia is absolutely leaning in to get a better look at my hairy crotch. I wonder of she or Aristomache have seen a nude human before? I spread my legs quite wide, wider than I normally would and lace my fingers behind my head, giving them all a good look. It's a wonderful, wild exhilarating feeling when I let myself go. I feel hot sexy piss splash out from within me, I feel three deeply attractive women concentrating all their attention on me. There is both amusement and a bit of genuine lust on Aristomache's face. Clytemnestra catches my eye and deliberately licks her lips. Eupraxia seems stunned, unable to believe what she's doing, or what she did. When I'm finished I stride impudently back to Clytemnestra, not bothering to get dressed again. “Me next!” she cries excitedly, before I can sit down with her. In a trice she's up and displaying her lovely sex for us. Her arousal is beyond question, nectar dripping from her slick opening. I've seen her piss often enough of course, and much as I do enjoy it I take the chance to watch our companions. Eupraxia is perfectly still, her eyes fixed unblinking on Clytemnestra's show. Aristomache is grinning widely, enjoying things more for the novelty than the eroticism, I deem. “Should I do it too?” she asks when Clytemnestra has finished. “He he! I can't believe I'm going to do it!” She stands but I stop her just before she can turn around. “Well then,” I interrupt, “I suppose you've never peed on anyone either?” I dash over and lay my hand on her shapely haunch, “Wanna change that?” She giggles uncertainly, “On you?” “All over me!” “Do it...” Eupraxia's voice is strange, filled with lust and I think even she's a little surprised to hear herself say that aloud. “Do it!” Clytemnestra cheers, “Do it! Do it!” Aristomache laughs disbelievingly and tells me to get ready. I take a seat and she turns around pointing her wet womanhood right at me. Of course, nothing happens for a long time. She's no more accustomed to an audience than Eupraxia, I guess, and Clytemnestra's continued encouragement probably doesn't help. Just when I'm starting to lose hope and feel a bit silly sitting here with my mouth open Aristomache manages a squirt, and then another and now I'm struck by her hot, hot stream. My eyes snap shut and I feel it play across my body. I try to chase it, try to get a taste and succeed in snatching a mouthful here and there as it zooms across my body in an exhilarating, forceful massage. Wt, hot and sexy he pee runs rivulets all down my bare skin, tickling, touching, caressing me. I'm wet head to toe! I feel her piss running, flowing, dripping all over my body. Aristomache examines her handiwork, hand over her mouth. I glance at our audience, Clytemnestra's clearly having the time of her life and Eupraxia... My word! Naked lust is etched across her, clear as day. Aristomache finds her voice, “I can't believe I just did that!” I stand and stride, strut, in fact, to Clytemnestra and we share a lusty, licking wet kiss. Aristomache's gasp is a joy to my ears. Well it's about to get better. I think Clytemnestra's surprised when all to soon I shake myself free of her and go now to Eupraxia. I was right. There's no lust like a centaur's and she is fully under its spell. There's no hesitation, no second thought as I throw myself into her arms and our lips meet. We kiss for but a moment, though, She's strong, so strong, I am powerless to resist as she acts solely for herself. For her own lust she kisses me, she licks my cheek, my neck, she sucks at my nipples and licks and kisses all across my wet chest and then on down still. Eupraxia is so clearly thinking only of her pleasure, but I can be patient now as I take my ease on the soft grass and let her have her way with me. Her fingers, her hands, slide all over me, her tongue licks across my wet skin all the while drawing nearer my most intimate treasure. A soft gasp makes me look around. Clytemnestra and Aristomache are far from idle. The stand side by side, facing opposite directions an each very obviously stimulating the other with her hand. I can see Clytemnestra's skilled fingers at work against Aristomache's pretty quim. I can hear both vocalising the pleasure the other is giving her. For all that she's not even trying to get me off it's not at all unpleasant to just lie here in the grass and let Eupraxia lick away at me. That's not to say I don't want a little more from her, though. The other two centaurs are becoming more heated, Clytemnestra's fingers are a blur in the firelight. I take Eupraxia's head between my hands, guiding her toward my own desires as well as hers. “Ooh! Oh yes, good girl, just there! Just there...” Her lips just brush my pleasure centre, making me squirm and shiver delightedly. I'd bet she's never eaten a human woman before, but I'm certain she's had a lot of practice with someone! She admixes hearty licking of my lips and the moistness within with oh-so-gentle caressing of my excited clitty with her mouth, not enough to make it sore, just enough to drive me wild with lust. Every step builds my excitement just a little higher before letting me level off and hang in luxurious anticipation of the next. She has me sighing my joy, writhing and tearing up little clumped handfuls of grass while always she is flicking, licking, teasing at my rapidly boiling sex. I force myself against her now. Rocking my hips, holding tight to her forcing her to drive me on to ecstasy. I'm so close! Aristomache noisily gasps through her orgasm and moments later so does Clytemnestra I'm so close! Fucking myself on the centaur's face, her loving tongue meeting every thrust of my hips, lifting me to the pinnacle of joy! For one instant I am suspended, arched entirely off the ground, muscles taught and mind lost in pleasure-wrought unthinking. I fall, I collapse panting to the ground. Aristomache's soft, lusty chuckles ghosting through my mind. I open my eyes just in time for Clytemnestra to step over my prone body, a momentarily frighting experience. She takes Eupraxia by the hand and guides her to her stand up, whereupon I scamper from beneath their large bodies and they share a lingering, sensual kiss flavoured with my own nectar. I sense a presence behind me and in a moment Aristomache's equine chest is pressed to my neck. Her hands snake around me, cupping my small breasts and I lean back into her. “Eeek!” I squeal in shock as she effortlessly hoists me up, cradled like a child in her arms. She's absolutely still chuckling at my fright! I throw my arms around her and at that she kisses me. A hard, hungry kiss as strong and irresistible as everything about her. “Ooh! Look at that,” she half whispers, half laughs into my ear, moving her arms to point me back toward our friends. Clytemnestra and Eupraxia are back to back. Slightly offset and each forcing herself against the other, tribbing herself on the other's powerful haunch. Clytemnestra is clearly pinching at her own nipples, pinching, rolling and pulling more forcefully than I'd ever dare, even knowing ho much she likes her nipples mistreated. Eupraxia's hands are on her equine back, her head is thrown back and she utters little gasping sighs of pleasure with every stroke of their lovemaking. “Mm,” I sigh, “I wish I could do that with her.” “And I wish I could do that!” Aristomache nods down at me, at my hand working away at my sex. “Well, if you want, I could do it for you?” She kisses me again, just as hard before setting me down so I can dash back to her waiting honeypot. So wet! So very very wet, winking and opening wide, rivulets of tempting juice running from her big horse cunt. This is no time for subtlety or finesse. I dive right in, planting a long slurping, sucking lick all the way up that sexy, drippy mess. Her body flinches at my sudden, rough stimulation and then she twitches her broad backside, forcing herself against me with such eagerness that I am almost knocked down. Face-deep in her juicy snatch I know I've read my woman right. Artless, enthusiastic cuntlicking of a kind I'm more than happy to provide. My hands find her stiff, aroused nipples and I'm rewarded with a happy moan. I take a chance and directly suck on her long, stiff clit making her shiver all over. Her flavour is mild and slightly bitter and feminine and erotic beyond thought. I swallow more of her juices with every lick and more still coats my face, drips from my chin, else runs down my neck or splashes on my chest. All I taste is her nectar, all I hear are her moans of lust, all I feel is the heat of her body and the touch of her tail on my back. My fingers massage her hard nipples, my tongue probes every part of her slick slit. In and out, down and up, right and left, tasting everywhere, drawing patterns of pleasure in her temple of love. Aristomache's moans are growing louder. Louder and more rapid, the pulsing of her cunt is faster too and her body jerks now and again as pleasure takes over from control. I feel a hoof stamping and pawing at the ground, Her gasps become more and more high-pitched, surprisingly so for a woman her size, and at the apex of her joy she comes, quaking all over and with a long, drawn-out wail of delight. I eagerly lick up the love that flows freely from her. Come morning I'm really disinclined to move. Cuddled up naked in my blanket I try to resist Clytemnestra's shaking my body. The four of us made love late into the night. Mmm – I licked three different women's cunts last night, three different centaur's cunts! One after the other. There's a happy memory to replay in the morning. Clytemnestra gives me one last shake and then whips my blanket away, pulling me fully out of my pleasant memory, “Get up, lazybones! And stop masturbating!” “I wasn't!” which is to say I was just about to when she pulled my blanket off, but she didn't give me time. Aristomache laughs at my indigence and I huffily get up and wonder down to the river to splash a little water around before getting dressed. “You sleep a long time, don't you?” Eupraxia asks. “So I've been told.” “We've a long way to go. Do you always sleep all night long?” “I'm afraid so.” I make some tea and natter with Eupraxia a little longer. I can see she's wondering how much I'll slow the journey down. “If you need to sleep, you need to sleep and that's an end to it. We should start moving soon,” Aristomache adds. “Alright. I would like to examine those stones a little more though. Your arrival last night interrupted things before I could get a good feel of things.” “She said there's magic in them,” Clytemnestra explains, “She's a sorceress you know.” I'm uncomfortably aware of both other centaurs looking suddenly at me. “I!” Aristomache sputters, “You mean I... Pissed on a sorceress!” “Yes,” I confirm, dully, “I don't imagine there are lots of people who can say that... Probably more than you might think though.” I let her process that thought. Clytemnestra is thoroughly enjoying things. I leave them to it and walk back to the circle a little ways away. There's that feeling again. Magic. A great swell of magic all around me. Waiting. Limitless potential for change, waiting for something to trigger it. I wonder between the stones, laying my hand now and again on one or another, feeling the magic within. Now I've reached the innermost circle. I hear movement behind and see all three centaurs are following me, but not too close, watching me. Each has some degree of awe, or fear or wonder on her face, even Clytemnestra. All pause as I turn and look at them. I go on to the centre of the circle, to the stone curule. It's as high as my waist, rectangular and very broad. I can feel the magic absolutely billowing from it before I even lay a hand to the stone. My skin thrums with the trapped, waiting power when I touch it. My eyes close and I bring the magic of this place into focus within my mind. I can see it, clear and obvious. Branching lines of logic, commands, conditions, variables and subroutines. A vast spell-programme still functioning, and waiting. But not for me... The spell is too big, to complex for me to decode, not if I had a year to do it, but it's obvious even now that, whatever the circle is waiting for, it's not me. If it were, it would already be doing... Whatever it is that it does. “It's quite safe,” I smile gently at the centaurs, who are standing a dozen paces away, glancing between one another. They approach a little closer and I go to them, taking Clytemnestra's hand in mine. “I've seen what I wanted to see.” The mountains, until now scenic and attractive suddenly take on a considerably more imposing aspect in my mind, now that we are walking toward them. Our path drives straight toward the gap between two peaks, the much anticipated pass, but clearly it will still involve ascending some thousands of feet – a fact attested to by the fact that even before the day is out we are walking up a noticeable incline. The next day things become even more arduous. By mid morning our path is a long series of looping switchbacks cut into the living stone by some unknown hand. It's just wide enough that two centaurs may walk side by side, provided one of them is not too afraid of heights. We walk in single file. The stream which had babbled calmly down by the stone circle now cascades excitedly through a series of short falls and cataracts which pool in wide shallow basins before leaping again down to the next. According to Aristomache, her mother made the climb in two days. With me slowing everything down five seems the least we will manage. So the days go by. At once point our road makes a more extravagant loop than most, swinging wide out at the valley's edge and providing us a dizzying view straight down to the plains below through thousands of feet of empty air. Clytemnestra points into the distance, claiming to see the forest where we first met. Perhaps she can but I can't. That night is the first we notice a distinct chill in the air. In fact, it's the first time since arriving in this world that I've felt anything approaching cold. Aristomache and Eupraxia both came prepared. They each have a large, thick wool and fur cloak cut and formed to protect both parts of their bodies. Clytemnestra and I have no such garments but it's a very simple matter now for me to protect us both from changing temperature. When Eupraxia asks I provide the same protection for her and her wife. I feel really rather magical right now and their impressed looks are very gratifying. Having climbed for six days our road is now almost level now we are in the much advertised pass. In my mind I had pictured snow and ice, perhaps some manner of narrow rock shelf clinging to the side of a mountain, Certainly the risks of avalanche and blizzard. All the things that 'mountain pass' naturally conjures to my mind. Of course, the actual pass proves to be no such thing. It is a very attractive alpine meadow. Cold, yes, but certainly not snowbound. Lush grass and red and blue wildflowers grow between the snowy peaks to our left and right. Here and there mighty house-sized boulders sit brooding. Clytemnestra says they are remnants of rock-slides, though things seem very calm now. At the far end, where the pass once again becomes a much narrower way descending the mountains I spy what initially seems to be a large group of such stones. Once we are nearer though it's obvious what they are, or, were. Statues, three of them. Three stone centaurs, now tumbled to rubble and ruin. Each one must have been twenty feet tall at the withers when they stood. We pause to examine them. Aristomache says her mother never mentioned these statues, though I suppose she could not have recounted every detail of the journey. Up close it's obvious, despite decades, maybe centuries of weathering, the statues were hugely defaced at some point. The faces of all three have been smashed to dust by picks or hammers and all of their limbs and the swords and lances they once carried are broken apart too thoroughly to be the result of simple time. It's a strange mood amongst us as we make camp among the rubble that night. Someone once went to a huge amount of hardship to place these statues in this high place, and someone else put a lot of effort into smashing them to pieces for some reason. Aristomache cannot comment on either event, pointing out that both must have been a long, long time before her mother travelled this way. Shame. I'd have liked to see them as they must have been. Very soon after leaving the pass the path opens out again showing us most of our route down and a huge vista of the country spread out before us. Unmissable, a huge shard of silver water. I know it is no sea, for we are going inland, but this is a truly cyclopean lake, almost an inland sea. Just as obvious, the wide, dark line cutting across the water. Zoa, city on the bridge. Even knowing that it is large enough to hold a city I am staggered by the scale of the thing. Even from so far away it looks big. It must be twenty miles long and at least two wide, maybe more. The shores of the lake show obvious geometric patterns of farming and irrigation and long, straight roads cut through the countryside, meeting inevitably at the bridge itself. In between us and the city though... That is another matter. Forest is not the word I'd use, the expanse of green stretching for miles beyond the mountains is very definitely jungle. I point this out to my travelling companions. Eupraxia nods solemnly, “Why do you think Aristomache's mother is so rare? Why do so few people visit Zoa, or come from there?” “So we have to go through there?” “Yes,” Aristomache points out a winding green snake of river visible flowing through the jungle and thence on to the lake, “That is our way. We must reach the river and build a raft, the current will carry us the rest of the way.” The river, so far as I can tell, flows nowhere near where we are, or where our path down the mountain seems to be carrying us. Nevertheless, that is our path and we follow it. The temperature grows as we descend over the next couple of days. So much so in fact that I have no desire to lift my thermostasis spell, which is now keeping us cool, rather than warm. Within two days we are in the jungle, though still a good way up the mountain. It only gets hotter as we travel deeper and down. The centaurs have deep misgivings about our surroundings. They feel claustrophobic and are not in high spirits as the trees close about us. Ah, but I am... This place is an Eden. I feel healed, nurtured by every minute I spend here. The air is perfumed by wild flowers and rich, healthy soil and all good things which grow. Gentle currents of air cool the skin else carry colourful exotic birds and shimmering butterflies as broad as my hand. From time to time we come across some sight that is almost heart-stopping in its singular splendour. Here, a perfect, golden beam of sunlight lances down from the canopy, illuminating a hundred million grains of pollen dancing within it. There a mighty tree, thick as a castle's tower has fallen and now has new young trees growing from it's bulk. We make camp on the third night in a small clearing by the edge of a wide, circular plunge-pool. A tall waterfall leaps down into it from somewhere above the canopy and splashes excitedly in rainbow sprays of crystal clear water. It's quite wonderfully beautiful, backed by the deep green jungle scattered with vibrant bright flowers. The roar of water and the cheerful birdsong and other calls of the wildlife beyond join together almost musically. Eupraxia almost instantly scampers into the water and I cannot resist tearing off my clothes and following her splashily out into the cool, clear water. I feel the fine white sand squish beneath my feet, between my toes and I shiver as the cool, crisp water massages my naked skin. I wade out to the deepest part of the pool where the water comes up to my hips and I am in almost standing beneath the falls. Spray is thrown up all around us where the fall knifes deep into our wonderful pool. It mists my body and her's and we're surrounded by rainbows and the sound of churning, splashing, laughing water. Eupraxia gasps as she walks right through the falling water, emerging utterly wet, her long white hair clinging most attractively to her sexy body. About the same time, Clytemnestra and then Aristomache join us and we all dance through the falls many times. To start with it is a frightening, even panicking sensation as all that water pours down and my body feels like I am drowning. Then suddenly I'm back in the clear air, sputtering for breath and wiping drips from my eyes. Thereafter it's much more fun until, after a little while, just as I have emerged from the falls again, strong hands suddenly seize me about the shoulders and drag me back under to be kissed with great force and then just as strongly ejected beck from whence I had been dragged. Of course, I fall over and by the time I erupt back out of the water, Clytemnestra is right there, laughing and winking at me. “Not fair!” “Oh lady! If it were fair it wouldn't be such fun!” “Get her!” With that cry I charge forward, kicking great waves of water before me and uselessly laying my shoulder to Clytemnestra's immovable chest as though I could push her beneath the falls. With a surprised yelp she suddenly is forced back as Aristomache lends me aid and even Clytemnestra cannot resist the larger centaur. We push her all the way back through the falls and out the other side. “Quarter! Quarter! I submit,” she laughs, and Aristomache lets her go. Aristomache lets her go just so she can put a stinging smack on Clytemnestra's glossy wet hindquarters. “Ow! Why... Ow!” Aristomache does it again, “So that's how it is?” Clytemnestra rears around and slaps Aristomache's bum in turn and both of them are cantering about one another in circles, casting giant waves that quite knock me from my feet and slapping one another's rumps for all their worth. All I can do is hang on to Eupraxia for support against the waves and watch, and listen to the sharp wet slaps. Eventually their spanking fight wears itself out and Eupraxia tells them to 'kiss and make up' which they do with no little enthusiasm. It's an attractive sight to say the least, one to stir desire in a woman. In fact I'm reminded of a desire I've had for a while and, albeit with a little backwards glance, leave them to it for a moment to go and fetch my sea sponge and my now rather reduced cherry scented soap. When their lips have parted, I take my cue, “There's something I've wanted to do to you for a long time, now,” I say, taking Clytemnestra by the hand and leading her into the deepest part of the pool. “Oh? And what might that be, lady?” “I want,” I turn around to face her, “To give you,” I raise the soap menacingly, “A bath!” She gives me a saucy smile, spreads her arms wide and bids me do just that. Oh, but she is the most magnificent woman! Sometimes, too often, I find I have become... Accustomed to her, I take her for granted, lose my sense of wonder at her sheer presence. And then, at times like this it hits me afresh. She kneels down in the water, until I can reach up and scrub the pink soap against her chest. Rub it back and forth leaving smears of white suds against her rich brown skin. Little rivulets of soap run down between her firm round breasts. I scrub it across the crinkly, darker skin of her areolae and up and across and down. All over her flat tummy, I can feel the gentle shapes of ribs and hard, toned muscle under my hands, her skin soapy and slippy and wet. Down I go until near the water's surface her black, equine coat begins, sparse at first and then thicker and darker and more glossy . All over her sides and up to the thick, dark hair under her arms which I turn white and spiky with soap. I lean around, resting my hip against her flank to scrub the soap all over her back. I have to stretch and worm my way up her side as I strive to reach her head, to wash her hair until now I am all but sitting on her withers. With a heave and a great sluicing of water Clytemnestra rises to her hooves and I am fully sitting on her back. I squeal in surprise, hanging on to her about the shoulders and now sitting side-saddle, quivering for balance. “Go on,” she says. So I do. I soap all over her back and then reach up to soap her short, scruffy black hair. Simply for balance my leg comes across and I am straddling her withers. Now I pass her the soap to hold and start to scrub at her body with my sponge. It's quite by accident of course, I'd certainly not planned it, but as a purely natural reaction to my scrubbing away, the rest of my body moves too. Back and forth, my hips rocking, wonderful, pleasurable sensations start to build at my centre. Within very little time my focus has shifted entirely, the sponge floats off on the water's surface where I dropped it, by hands roam over Clytemnestra's slick, soapy body and my hips roll, driving my lustful cunt against her withers. My arms embrace Clytemnestra, my hands cupping her exquisite breasts, else touching, tugging, teasing at her stiff, aroused nipples. Her hands reach back to me, taking me about the waist, guiding my rocking hips. My thighs clamp harder to her wet flanks, striving to magnify the sensations flowing into my overheated womanhood. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again, rolling my hips, my spine undulating like a snake, tribbing myself against her. Rubbing my spread sex against this spectacular woman. My hands slide all over her body, slipping across her skin without friction, always returning though to her firm, feminine orbs. “Clytemnestra. Clytemnestra. Clytemnestra.” I'm close. Getting closer. Every roll of my hips drives me on a little more, rubbing my most sensitive spot against her, feeding the growing heat between my legs. My head is swimming in the sensation, my cunt wet with desire against her coat. My legs are spread so wide, thighs hard against her hard flesh, I'm so open. I cling hard about her. Her breasts firm and slippery under my hands. My own hard against her soapy back. Can she feel? My nipples are so hard, can she feel them against her back? The thought excites me more. A wild, bucking, rocking ride carries me higher toward he peak of sexual fulfilment. Every part of my body strives to be against her, I hold her so tight, I fuck myself against her so hard and fast. The muscles in my thighs are burning with the effort. I can do nothing but sob out incoherent gasps of joy until my legs clamp more tightly still around her and I come, crying out and holding her in a desperate, passionate orgasm that leaves me panting for breath, clinging still, weakly, to her back. “I might've guessed that's what you had in mind, lady. Wash me, indeed?” “What? No! No... I just... got distracted.” It's true, too. Ah, but how could I not? I realise that even now, I'm starting to tribb myself against her again and it takes a conscious effort to stop. I slide gingerly down from her back and guide her down into the water again where I can, having collected my sponge, start to wash the suds from her skin. Not that I am remotely done, now. We move into shallower water where it is my very great pleasure to start working the soap into her equine coat. All along her flank I scrub the soap accompanied by Aristomache's moans of pleasure. Eupraxia is kneeling behind her wife and to judge, most skilfully eating that delicious womanhood. I don't know which of them I envy more. Time enough for that later. I continue to apply soap in long, creamy swathes to Clytemnestra's wet black coat, circling around behind her, drawing the soap through her long tail and paying special care to her sex, which is wet not just with water. I was right. So right when I imagined how pleasurable it might be to wash her. To have license to run my hands all across every part of the woman I love. To feel her wet, slippery body all over. I caress her everywhere, feeling bone and strong muscle rippling under her skin. Up and down all four of her long, powerful legs, underneath her, smearing soap from her chest all along across her proud nipples and down her inner thighs. We splash deeper again into the pool for me to wash the soap from her again as Aristomache comes noisily on the shore. Once again I play with every wonderful inch of Clytemnestra's irresistible body. For long moments she vanishes completely underwater, only to emerge again wet and wonderful and now and again caressing me as much as I am her. Even as I am wondering how practically we might be able to make love beneath a waterfall as the cliché has it Eupraxia has waded to us and asks if I might be willing to wash her too. How can I refuse? I splash over to her and sense something odd. She's wet from the head down and there is a familiar scent in the air. A long lick up her tummy confirms it. Aristomache must have peed all over her, either before or after Eupraxia licked her. I purr my approval and lick her yummy tummy again. Suddenly I'm in shadow and Clytemnestra, no doubt having deduced the same as me is kissing and licking at Eupraxia's tiny breasts. I only wish I could reach that high. The next morning when we press on into the jungle I'm feeling really rather excited. Navigation shouldn't be a problem, all we have to do is keep moving in the same direction and we will hit the river sooner or later. Aristomache has a compass that will ensure we do just that. I'd once asked Clytemnestra if she had a compass and been told that if one doesn't care where one is going, there's no need for a compass, which about sums the woman up for good and ill. The Jungle is hard going, Clytemnestra and Aristomache take turns at the front of our party hacking through with Clytemnestra's colossal sword. They both consider Eupraxia a little weedy for the task and I'm not even worth talking about. For all that, though, I am feeling optimistic, Thick as it is, the Jungle seems entirely benign. Spiders, especially the giant, hairy, terrifying ones no doubt endemic to most jungles are unknown in this world, which is a great comfort to my mind. The other hazards and privations of jungle exploring are similarly lessened, my magic keeps the heat at bay and since poisonous plants and virulent sicknesses are all but unknown, we feel confident about eating any fruits which looks tempting, and many do. It seems only a matter of time until we will reach the river and be well on our way to Zoa.

Chapter 1 - Artemis and the Minotaur

Artemis was out in the woods, hunting with her wolf but without her girls. She crouched low on the ground and looked at the large paw tracks of a hell-hound. The wolf beside her sniffed the ground and looked towards north as Artemis did the same when the tracks pointed north. She stood up, gripping her bow and began sprinting again in a rush and her wolf ran beside her barking. Artemis' looked at the ground, her keen eyes looking at the tracks and turned left when the tracks turned. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking up when she turned and she ran into something heavy and fell on her ass. Her silver skirt riding up, showing her smooth firm thighs and white panties. Her ass stung slightly and she sighed, shaking her head and she froze when she heard someone breathing out loud in front of her. Artemis shook her head, thinking it was some camper from Camp Half-Blood because she was in the forest near the camp. She started to look up but her head froze when she caught sight of the legs, and it was definitely not a camper. Black fur covered the strong thick legs, her eyes continued up, seeing the strong thighs still covered in fur. Her eyes froze on the thick manhood, 10'inches long and she could see the veins on it. Artemis couldn't believe the size of those balls, she wasn't an idiot when it came to knowing about sex because sometimes she recruited girls who had been raped so she knew almost everything about it. She could tell that those balls were full of the creatures cum. Her eyes continued their journey up, the monster had a strong chest with not as much as hair as his legs have. She could honestly call the monster's chest a brick wall. His arms were thick and muscled, hair covering them from the wrist to the shoulders almost. Her eyes finally fell upon the monsters bull head, his mouth was salivating. Artemis shook her head again, wondering why it took her so long to register what kind of monster and what he looked like was in front of her. She stood up, starting to draw her bow but before she could do so, she was knocked to the ground by the Minotaur's hand. "I will let you leave and live, but if you stay here, I will kill you." Artemis said, managing to make her tone convincing, knowing that if the Minotaur did leave then she would hunt him down. She started to get up again but she yelped when the Minotaur her small neck and pulled her up, flipping her upside down and clutching her to his stomach. Artemis for a second was amazed that the Minotaur didn't break her neck. The Minotaur pushed and clutched her tight young eighteen year old body to his chest. Artemis shouted nonsensically when she came face-to-cock, the Minotaur's erect manhood mere inches from her face. The Minotaur walked, and Artemis couldn't tell where he was going but she could tell what happened when he walked. Her face moved back and forth with his steps, her mouth coming closer to his shaft with every step until very soon her lips met the tip of his cock and it twitched. Artemis' eyes widened comically at what just happened before utter hatred took over her mind, completely destroying her thought of changing into her divine form. Her lips again came in contact with the Minotaur's cock, but this time her lips tasted the salty pre-cum coming from the tip of his cock. Artemis couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth and licking the disgusting salty pre-cum off of her lips and beginning to spit it out but again she came in contact with his cock, this time her mouth was open. Her eyes' widened as she engulfed two inches of thick meat in her mouth. The Minotaur grunted, liking this and clutched her body tighter to his chest and Artemis grunted when two more inches slid in her mouth. She attempted to bite down and she succeeded at doing it, except it enraged the Minotaur who used his big hand and smacked her butt, hard and leaving a big bright red hand-print. It didn't work very well to Artemis favor, it helped the Minotaur more because she yelped and her mouth opened wider in a scream and the thick manhood inched even deeper into her mouth and Artemis now had 7'inches of thick monster meat in her mouth. It didn't help that the walking was forcing her head to bob back and forth around the cock. Artemis' tongue kept tasting the salty pre-cum of the creature and the constant stream of pre-cum in her mouth made her swallow every few seconds and Artemis realized that she was now actually sucking the Minotaur off because of the swallowing and this made her blush. Every time her face came bobbed back in against his cock, her tongue hit the tip of his cock head, making the cock throb and twitch. Artemis couldn't believe what she was going to do after giving a slight thought. She shuddered at the idea but used her tongue to lick the tip of his cock. She moved her head in sync with the Minotaur's steps, taking the big shaft deeper in her mouth. She swirled her tongue and licked the underside of the cock and swallowed the pre-cum. Artemis, giving more swallows and licks startd to enjoy the taste of its pre-cum and it disgusted her but she continued to suck on the Minotaur's big shaft hoping that when he finished its job then he would leave. Artemis eyes' widened in shock when the Minotaur gave a roar and thrust his thick and saliva-covered shaft deeper in her mouth. Artemis felt the cock throb and twitch, pulsing with each spurt after spurt of its cum inside her mouth. The Minotaur shook violently as it emptied its white seed in the goddess' mouth. Artemis felt shameful when she felt her panties getting damp and swallowed the thick cum down her throat. She swallowed the monstrous load of cum after cum, really starting to enjoy the taste and enthuastically bobbing her head back and forth. Artemis couldn't think of a reason why she was enjoying this but when the Minotaur pulled its thick manhood out of her wet mouth with a pop, she whined with loss and tried to get the thick meat back in her mouth. Artemis felt the Minotaur slowing down but her eyes were focused on the manhood before her, covered with her saliva and she was amazed at how much she had taken in her mouth. The Minotaur tossed her down on a log, changing her position to on all fours with her ass sticking in the air. He then ripped off her silver skirt and tore off her damp panties, and the Minotaur sniffed the arousal coming from Artemis' glistening wet pussy. Artemis moaned when the Minotaur touched her pussy with the tip of its wet cock. He didn't ease it in, instead the Minotaur thrust deep and hard inside her, burying himself all 8'inches in. Artemis screamed and moaned at the penetration. She was glad that with all the training and fighting she did, that it broke her hymen a long time ago. She cried with pleasure when the Minotaur thrust its cock back and forth, inside and out of her moist cunt. The Minotaur's thrusts were powerful, so powerful that her face was buried to the ground and the Minotaur's strong hands gripped her wrists and held them to the ground making her immobile. Artemis screamed, her voice muffled by the grassy ground as a wave of orgasm hit her. She shuddered and quivered, her cunt convulsing around his thick and juices-covered cock. The Minotaur paid no attention to the goddess climaxing, only noticing that it could now thrust all its 10'inches long shaft inside her because of her wetness. Artemis sucked in a sharp breath when the Minotaur filled her to the hilt. She bucked beneath him and and rocked her hips against him. Artemis still had thoughts of killing the beast but they all disappeared when she climaxed again. She screamed to the world in the empty forest as the Minotaur's aching bulge drove into her tight depths. "Fuck me!" Artemis screamed, lust filling her eyes and mind. "Fuck me you big beast of a man!" She wasn't sure if the Minotaur understood her but it did seem like he did because his hips moved faster as he thrust his throbbing manhood into her sopping cunt harder and faster. Artemis grunted, taking the full brunt of his thrusts and used her godly strength to push back at him. Artemis moaned, the forest filled with the sounds of her moans and his grunts. Artemis cried out in pleasure when the Minotaur' gave a powerful thrust that forced her hips down onto the log below her. Slick and sloshing noises made their way to her ears as she listened to the sounds of their sex' connecting. Her tight, wet womanhood being pounded by his hot swollen flesh. Artemis could tell the Minotaur was getting closer to its release. The Minotaur sped up its thrusts, his hips bucking wild against her sweaty ass. "Oh," Artemis moaned at the throbbing hard flesh inside her. She couldn't believe she was so stupid to miss out on this. She should never have become a virgin goddess. "Cum in me! Fill me with your monster seed!" Artemis screamed, shameless and wanton with lust. The Minotaur gave a grunt and roared. The Minotaur buried itself to the hilt in her sopping cunt. His cock throbbing and pulsing. The Minotaur spurted its potent cum after cum inside her tight womanhood. Artemis moaned, feeling his hot seed filling her fertile pussy. She stiffened in climax and cried out with unabashed abandon, shuddering uncontrollably. Her pussy milked the enormous monster cock, her pussy convulsed and tightened around his cock. The Minotaur grunted again and pulled out almost before giving a powerful thrust and its cock spurted again, thick cum oozing from its tip and filling her fertile cunt to the brim with its potent cum. The Minotaur pulled its bulging erection out of her, covered in cum and her womanly juices. Artemis whined at the loss of the thick cock. From her tight fucked pussy dripped the Minotaur's cum and her juices, coming to gather on the log below her. Artemis couldn't believe it when the Minotaur gripped her young thoroughly pleasured body and turned her around onto her knees. Her eyes instantly sought out his thick manhood and found it still hard and erect, glistening with her juices. The Minotaur pushed his cock towards her wet lips and Artemis, excited, opened her mouth wide and let the Minotaur push its dripping wet cock inside her willing mouth. Artemis was only capable of taking 7'inches of his thick shaft inside her mouth, tasting his cum and her juices covered cock and it made her eager to suck on it. She swirled her tongue around the head, swallowing the salty and diluted honey tasting cock down her throat. Artemis eyes widened when the Minotaur started thrusting, fucking her mouth and it made Artemis soppy cunt tingle. She forced her mouth to open wider. Artemis felt her mouth and lips starting to hurt because of the raw power of his thrusts but she didn't mind. She even welcomed it as the Minotaur plunged his rock hard cock down her wet throat. Her eyes glazed when the Minotaur gave one last powerful thrust and buried himself to the hilt in her mouth. The shaft in her mouth throbbed, the Minotaur gave a harsh groan of satisfaction as spilled his seed in her throat. Artemis head twisted frantically, she swallowed the warm thick cum down her mouth and yet the Minotaur continued to ooze its cum inside her mouth. The Minotaur's strong hand gripped her head and pulled her head off of his cock. Artemis caught her breath, gasping as cum and saliva dripped from her mouth, but the Minotaur didn't give her time to rest because he slammed her wide-open mouth back down on his cock, and continued to choke her with his throbbing shaft. Artemis moaned against his hot, bulging shaft, the Minotaur slammed her head back and forth and she continued to swallow the tiny amounts of cum that still oozed from the tip. Artemis stiffened as a wave of orgasm hit her, she quivered and shook against the Minotaur's strong legs and her pussy dripped with juices. She couldn't believe it, she just had an orgasm from face-fucking. The Minotaur forced her head down on his cock, all 10'inches of his swollen manhood inside her throat. He held her down there for a few seconds, letting her swallow the continuous ooze of cum. The Minotaur pulled her off slowly, his cock leaving her wet mouth with a pop and he turned around and left. His cock dangling between his legs, glistening with saliva. Artemis was star-eyed as she gazed up at the stars from the grassy ground. Her lips were bruised and swollen, her cheeks rosy-red and wet. Artemis touched her pussy, pushing a finger in and moaned. She pulled it out after a few thrusts and brought it to her lips, licking her juices and the Minotaur's cum off it. She smacked her lips, delighting in the taste of the powerful monster's cream. She closed her eyes and gave a pleasured sigh and fell asleep in the middle of the forest. -FEW MINUTES LATER- Aphrodite blinked into existence out of thin air and looked down at the thoroughly fucked goddess. Aphrodite's panties were soaked and her pert nipples were poking against her dress. She moaned as she looked down at Artemis' sweaty body. Aphrodite couldn't believe that she finally succeeded in doing something like this. It was one of her top fantasies, a fantasy where she succeeded in using her powers and making one of the hunters of Artemis, or Artemis herself fuck a man, or even a monster. She thought Artemis would have sensed her powers messing with her but apparently she didn't there and then. Aphrodite giggled, looking down at Artemis' pussy, wet with her juices and the Minotaur's thick cum, her thighs were red and sadly her tits were still hidden by her shirt and Aphrodite smiled when she saw Artemis' bruised lips, a smile on the goddess' sleeping face. "Wow," Aphrodite murmured one last time before disappearing in a flash of light, hoping that she could get another chance of doing something like this to one of her hunters or to Artemis again.

Chapter 4 - Kyani

Author's note: This chapter was quite a while in the writing, not for want of inspiration or interest, but simply because work and other commitments demanded so much of my time lately. Nevertheless, I think it's my favourite chapter so far, and I like to think I've improved a little as an author in the writing of it. CHAPTER IV 'KYANI' Over the next week or so Clytemnestra and I have come to know many of the ordinary's bar staff tolerably well. There's Niah, of course, the girl I'd 'saved' with my 'sorcery' that first night, and Atron – who'd woken me up the next morning with her noisy climax (that proved to be a feature of living in this place). Others too like Morra, who never wears knickers, which means she constantly flashes her exposed sex under that tiny skirt the barmaids wear, to the benefit of her tips, I gather, and to the detriment of Clytemnestra and I who often have to come to her aid. Aniviv is a pretty, well-spoken girl who can read and write and wants to be a playwrite, but has never found her break, and there's Ti who gives herself airs because she (claims she) is the Prince of the city's bastard. Dalla came to me after her shift one night and asked me to teach her sorcery, which I obviously had to decline since I barely know a thing myself and daren't reveal that. And Kyani... I wonder in to the bathroom with the towel, sponge and the cake of pink, cherry-scented soap I'd bought yesterday. I'm very much looking forward to a long soak. It's a big bathroom with four handsome clawed baths in it and a copper water heater large enough to fill all of them. There are some wicker chairs here and there, presumably so one can wait for hot water or just as a place to drape clothes. Kyani is already there, about light the fire under the water heater. “Oh, uh... Hi,” she mutters, a little wary. We've not really spoken before and some of the staff seem a bit afraid of me, “Do you want... want me to put some more water on?” Kyani, like me, has a particularly broad, dense treasure trail and extraordinarily hirsute armpits, both traits which are considered highly attractive here in this odd, charming world. “That won't be necessary,” I say in as nice a voice as I can manage. Trying not to appear threatening. I turn on one of the four taps letting cold water flood into a bath, “I can heat it much quicker.” “Can... Oh, wow,” She looks gratifyingly impressed. I shut off the tap, dip my hand into the water and tell it it's nice and hot. Steam starts to issue from the surface, and the water is warm enough to turn my skin pink. “Would you like me to warm yours?” I offer, then pause as I can almost hear Clytemnestra's voice in my head, telling me to go for broke, “Unless, you'd rather share mine, that is?” I smile and raise an eyebrow in what I hope is an inviting manner. I don't doubt she knows exactly what I'm suggesting. After a moment, she smiles excitedly and I quickly step forward and kiss her right on the lips. After a instant's passion, and a little grope of her nice pert bottom I let her go again and quickly strip my top off, then my skirt and pants. As I'm straightening up again Kyani has shed her tiny skirt and I get a glimpse of a quantity of thick black hair escaping the edges of her white knickers, not to mention a startlingly thick treasure trail all the way from her navel. In a trice she's as naked as I am and I openly stare at her thick, dense bush. Her crotch is even hairier than mine, which which has become noticeably so since arriving in this world. Kyani herself is a lovely woman, very very thin with bouncy little breasts and light brown skin and such a narrow waist, but oh, her hair. She has a great diamond-shaped patch of long, thick hair all the way from her navel to the crux of her legs. Kyani sees me staring and shyly covers herself with her hands. “Oh! No, no, no. That's a sight to behold!” I exclaim joyfully, moving her hands away. As I do I can see equally impressive patches under each arm. I cannot help but raise her arm up and give one armpit a long lick. That makes her laugh loudly and try to bat me away with the other hand, so I seize that, raise it and lick her under there. So much hair. Her armpits are great, dense, thatches of black hair, glistening, beaded with perspiration. I lick again and again at her coarse hair, I taste her salt sweat and breathe her womanly musk. “I've got to taste you,” I pant excitedly, pulling on her hand until she follows me to one of the chairs. I throw my towel over the coarse wicker and settle Kyani down. “What about the bath?” she giggles. “It'll keep. Now scoot forward, that's right, good girl.” I kneel in front of her, between her long, slim legs as she perches that lovely patch of fur right on the edge of the chair, an inch from my nose. Her scent is strong and slightly spicy, exotic and tempting. I suppose I should draw things out, but I can't. Even this close I can scarcely make out her slit through all that hair. I give a deep, hard lick, tasting salt sweat and the beginnings of her arousal. I feel the thick hair against my tongue, my lips, my cheeks, my nose. My eyes are closed, all of my other senses are focused on the wonderful hairy womanhood before my lips. The tip of my tongue slides across her soft, slick folds and I taste her. My nose is pressed deep into her hot sex and I smell her, her thighs grip my head, her thick hair against my face and I feel her. My world shrinks until it is her alone, and the sensations she gives me. My fingers part the dense hair, uncovering her soft, wet folds and her hands wrap around the back of my head, pulling me to her. I lick small, gentle circles about her most sensitive spot, making her gasp quietly and tangle her fingers in my hair. Her sex is hot and wet and delicious. Her lips slide under mine, my mouth all over her cunt, my fingers deep in her wiry hair, spreading her flower for my hungry mouth as she starts to tremble. I lovingly lick my tongue up and down, drinking down her nectar. My mouth moves up to her clitty, slowly circling it, teasing the hood, licking it, kissing it. Now I slide my tongue over it, at last gently, oh-so-gently, licking her fully exposed bud. Kyani moans in wanton pleasure. Her hips are in constant motion now, her spine undulating sinuously as she fucks herself on my lips, rubbing all that hair over my face. My tongue plunges deep into her sex and she rubs her clit against my lip. Her hands hold me tight to her rubbing, grinding cunt, her mass of hair everywhere about me, tickling my cheeks and nose. “Deeper!” she orders, half insensible, “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” I force one finger between my face and her needy cunt, rubbing at the top of her slit and try to force my tongue deeper still. She's fucking herself against my face so hard and fast that it's almost painful. That hairy snatch is working for itself now, I doubt I even need do anything but enjoy it. I do, I love the taste of her love, the smell of her hairy, wet sex, the feel of that mass of thick hair against my face, in my mouth. “Look at me!” she orders, “Look at meee!” I open my eyes and stare up at her, her wild brown eyes meet mine and she comes, staring down at me, my face more than half buried in her huge bush. Her hands clamp me even more powerfully to her shuddering sex, her thighs squeeze me, but her eyes never leave mine until, spent, she flops back into the chair, finally freeing me from her grip. I can but sit there, almost as dazed as she, smiling happily with wet lips and a mouth full of hair. “Mmm, thank you.” she sighs, finally. “You are most, most welcome,” I rise, and slide up her naked body to kiss her lips, to let her taste her dew on mine, “Most welcome indeed. I'll be very unhappy,” another swift kiss, “If you don't let me eat your cunny again.” Kyani laughs softly, “Well, I wouldn't want to anger a sorceress.” “Nor should you. You come to me whenever you need an eager tongue. Promise? Good, now come on before our bath gets cold again.” We jump up and, holding hands, step into the warm water. It's cooled slightly while I was lost in Kyani's jungle, but feels invigorating against my skin as we settle splashily down and recline, me leaning back against Kyani's slim body. Her hands immediately find my little breasts, groping lewdly for a long moment as I relax deeper into the water, and into her. I slip neck-deep beneath the water and I lay my head back on her shoulder. Kyani feels my body for the simple joy of it and I am content to let her, staring at the cracked plaster ceiling, feeling her hands roam over my body, or stroke my hair. Presently she sits me up straight and starts to wash me with my sea sponge and my cherry scented soap, rubbing the rough sponge hard against my body until my skin turns pink, and then washing my long, long hair. It's a novel and very enjoyable sensation, to be washed by another. Especially by this lithe, slippery, soapy, wet woman with a kind, happy face and huge bush. I wonder how it would feel to be washed by Clytemnestra, or better yet, to wash her magnificent body. Ah, but where would I find a bath big enough... It's Kyani's turn and I have her stand up. Water cascades from her brown skin, running freely over her slim body and shedding in torrents from the long black hair covering her sex. I cannot resist beginning there, rubbing the pink soap all over that huge patch of hair until it is a mess of fluffy white suds which I massage lovingly with my fingers. I rub farther afield, up the hairy cleft between her firm cheeks and across her arse and back again until I'm sure she knows this is more about my fun than her cleanliness. Eventually I have to take up the sponge and , rubbing the soap on it, I scrub her all over until her skin is streaked with white residue and she can sit down to wash it all off while I wash her hair. When we're done washing one another, and playing with one another, and then washing one another again, just for the fun of it, and the water is getting cool we reluctantly admit that we cannot stay in the bath all day. I let her get out first, just so I can watch the water cascade from her pubic hair again, and then follow her. Kyani scrubs herself with a towel, but I just tell the water on my body that it's steam. All of a sudden she screams in panic as a cloud of vapour explodes from my body, and I can't help but laugh at her alarm, wafting away the thick clouds which are even now condensing on the floor, lacking enough heat to stay steam. “Don't worry, sorry! I should have warned you.” She stammers some justifications and says she was merely surprised. I wrap my towel around me and and gather up my clothes. “Those are mine,” Kyani interjects as I pick up her white knickers and add them to my own bundle of clothes. “I know,” I smile sweetly. “Oh... Well, um?” I bring her knickers to my face and inhale her scent. “I didn't realise that was your thing,” she says, folding my hand around her knickers, “Enjoy.” I'm feeling very good indeed back in our room, not to mention particularly horny. Clytemnestra isn't back from her exploration of the city yet, but when she does arrive she'd better be ready for action! My escapades with Kyani have built quite a fire between my legs. I throw off my towel and start brushing my hair in front of the mirror, enjoying my improved body very much. I wonder if it's vain to be attracted to one's own body if that body is not the one one's accustomed to wearing? There's a question for the philosophers. My skin is smooth and flawless, my tummy is flat and my waist is so very narrow. I can almost encircle it with my hands! My nipples are proud and pointy on my teeny breasts. So cute! So tiny! If I hadn't just eaten Kyani I'd have said my armpits and my crotch are supremely hairy too. Just for the hell of it I drag my hairbrush across my dark delta of pubic hair, enjoying the rough sensation across my most sensitive place. I'm wet already. I get so very wet when I'm aroused these days, and order of magnitude more than I ever used to. Kyani's hairy snatch was running over with nectar, so was Isis'. Clytemnestra's cunny is almost like a tap. I think it's just the way this world is, the women here are juicy beyond the dreams of lust. Lucky old me! I squat down in front of the mirror, spreading my knees as far apart as they will go. My aroused quim is on full display in the glass, spread and dripping wet surrounded by black hair. I run my fingers across it just once and then cup my hand with only a moment's concentration I let a little pee dribble out into my cupped palm. It feels hot and wet and thrilling and I rub it into my sex. Grinding my pleasure centre against the heel of my hand. I do it again, cupping my hand beneath my sex and squirting a more powerful jet of piss into my hand. A little splashes onto the floor and I almost can't stop the flow before my hand overflows. I rub it quickly into my wet pubic hair before it can drain away through my fingers and when my hand is still wet with piss and juice I rub it all across my face, licking my palm and breathing deep of the smell. It's hard not to just let myself pee now, all over the floor, but I don't want to waste it. I seize one of the copper cups next to the pitcher on the chest of draws and hold it bellow my drippy cunt. My piss comes in a torrent now, hissing and gurgling into the cup, splashing almost over the sides and I fill the small vessel almost immediately having a great deal of trouble stopping now. I raise the cup before me, the hot, slightly frothy pee sloshing in my trembling hand. The strong, erotic smell exciting me. My reflection watches in pure lust as I bring the cup to my lips and drink. I never break eye contact with myself as I drain the cup of it's nectar. My cunt is aflame, the need to piss, barely held in check, the nasty, dirty, thrilling feeling of watching myself drink my own pee! I fill the cup again and drink, watching my reflection, watching my hand rub at my pleasure button, watching my throat move, swallowing. When there's but a mouthful remaining in the cup I tilt my head back and tip it over my face, eyes closed, mouth open. It runs across my already wet face. Down my cheeks, into my hair. My reflection is sordid and nasty and sexy. Squatting before me legs wide open, lewdly rubbing at her cunt, piss glistening on her face, eyes wild with lust. I want to piss all over her. I take the long mirror from the wall and lay it down, squatting over it. I massage my clitty, watching my reflection do the same beneath me, gazing at my own spread sex. I release my bladder and a powerful stream of piss jets into my reflection's face, wobbling as I masturbate and splashing everywhere from the hard glass surface. I piss all over the mirror until a shallow, froth-islanded film of pee covers the whole surface, pooled within the wooden frame, rippling gently as the last drips fall from my cunt. I lay my hand palm down in the precious liquid and then rub the wetness all over my face, then my breasts and my already sopping wet crotch. I fall to all fours, straddling the mirror and looking into my yellow-tinted reflection's eyes through the pool of pee. I lean down and lick her, as she does me, licking the pissy glass and masturbating wildly. I lick and lick, kissing my reflection, drinking the piss and rubbing my chest into the wet glass, my arse still high in the air, my hand abusing my burning clitty. Finally, I come, shuddering and collapse into the wet mirror, covering myself in piss. I lie here for a long time, sighing contentedly and lapping gently at the moist surface. I'm spent, and content, but soon, realise the situation I'm in. It takes me some time to clean up after myself, I use a little magic, but it's mostly by hand, by necessity since I only know a very little magic. It was fun but I don't think I should do that too often, I conclude, as I head back to the bathroom for another bath. Clytemnestra dumps her bags and belt on the floor, “You should have come with me, lady. A most productive morning.” I smile at her from my bed, where I've been lying for an hour or so, studying one of Lecto's books, making slide-rule calculations and noting the conclusions in my own book, “I wanted a bath. Felt good.” “A real bath is in a river or lake. It's cool and deep and big, not a little bowl of water to sit in.” “Kyani sat in mine with me. That was fun.” “Ah, that's how it is. I'm gone for a few hours and you jump in the bath with the first pretty face that wonders by?” “Well...” Actually, that's exactly what happened, “Well, yes.” I can't help but smile warmly at the memory of that oh-so-hairy honeypot. “Good! For one dreadful moment I thought you'd spent the entire morning reading and playing with your silly number disc.” “Wouldn't be the first time.” “Any progress?” she asks, peering without comprehension at my book. “Yes, I got her knickers.” “I meant...” “I know what you meant. It's hard to describe... Elements, some elements make sense. I can change a thing's temperature, or the wavelength... that means colour. Colour of light, or make a solid a liquid or gas or vice versa. A few other tricks too. But those are only changing one thing, trying to combine two effects is more than twice as complicated and it gets more-so from there. I don't even know where I'd begin if I wanted to create something new, rather than just altering something that already exists.” “Ah, you can't expect these things to be swift. Now put that book down and come and get some lunch.” So I do, and we go to the ordinary and eat kedgeree and apples and watch the peaceful late-lunchtime customers. Clytemnestra tells me all about her morning – how she'd made her way to the merchants' quarter and spoken at length to caravan drivers and traders about the geography of the north and where a traveller might go next. She talks about a long disused trading road north, and high mountain passes west and the coastal cities of the east from whence we might sail almost anywhere and she makes each option sound exciting and romantic, but gives me little by which to choose between them. Suddenly I realise she's not talking and I've simply been sitting here daydreaming and staring into her beautiful eyes... I swiftly try to gather my wits. “How can I choose?” I ask, weakly. “Then perhaps I will, or perhaps not. These are just ideas. We needn't leave just yet.” “Good. I'm still not thrilled about being a... A bouncer, but this place isn't bad, or this city.” “How should you know. You've scarcely left this building since we arrived.” That's true. Clytemnestra has been out and about almost every day – and some nights too, I think. She sleeps so much less than I, I can't blame her for not staying in our room all night. I, though, I haven't left the ordinary more than once or twice since that first day. “Well... uh. I suppose not. I'm a country girl, always have been. I don't like cities. Cities frazzle my nerves a bit, they're too hectic, to busy, to crowded. But for a city, this isn't that bad.” “You're a strange one. Your kind build cities – you're a social people, even more than centaurs. You love being amongst others, masses of them. I just assumed you'd be happy to be here.” “I am! Well, mostly. It's nice to have a roof, and regular meals and... and lots of women to look at... Not that they compare to you. But on the whole, no, I don't like cities.” Clytemnestra smiles at the compliment. I don't know if she believes me, though of course it's the truth. It's also true that I am enjoying the chance to rest my eyes on a lot of very attractive women, women who mostly seem to like other women. “Ah, but you said you would travel with me, and see the world, no?” Clytemnestra asks, wistfully.” “I did.” “And will you hide away from this part of it? Come out with me tomorrow, as a favour to me, for my pleasure in your company?” “You mean, like a date?” She thinks on that for only a moment, “Yes.” “I'd love to.” Clytemnestra leans over the table and kisses me gently. I'm excited as we set out in the morning. I've put on my nicest clothes, my sleeveless red satin blouse and my long, pleated red skirt embroidered with roses. My blouse is so short, leaving my flat tummy exposed and showing my thick, dark treasure rail all the way down from my navel disappearing under the waistband of my skirt. Thick tufts of black hair are easily visible beneath my arms and on full display every time I raise them in this loose, sleeveless top. A broad, dense treasure trail and a great patch of hair beneath each arm is considered highly attractive in this world, part of the cultural ideal of female beauty and something to show off with clothes that reveal both. I plait my hair like Clytemnestra likes, it's so long, and such a pain to do, but she's worth it. I don't know what she may have planned, if anything, but I am content just to walk by her side, to hold her hand and be in her company. As intoxicating as Clytemnestra's company is, and it is, I am equally thrilled just to be able to walk with the woman I love, to hold her hand, kiss her if I want and be normal! In this world I can do all of those things, and no one thinks it's strange, or wrong, or some kind of political point-scoring demonstration of pride! I can be in love with a woman and it's not a matter for shame or pride, or any kind of emotion but that love itself. As bizarre as it sounds, I – a sorceress, and the only light-skinned person in this city, walking hand in hand with a centaur, feel normal. Normalcy is a powerful, addictive feeling. Clytemnestra shows me to the merchants' quarter where she'd been yesterday and we slowly wonder amongst the vast open-air market. People hawk spices and dyes and bright coloured cloth and pretty birds with ribbons tied to their legs. Clytemnestra buys me a piece of hot, fresh gingerbread when I tell her it's my favourite. Of course, I haven't anything like her stamina, and even if I did, I really do find such crowded places stressful. So, after a few such hours of wondering and window shopping I'm very happy to find that we have reached a strip of lush, attractive pleasure gardens which run for some way along the riverbank. With hindsight, Clytemnestra was clearly guiding our seemingly aimless wandering to this place. Attractive, happy looking people promenade by the sparkling green water and handsome, painted marble statues dot the landscape amongst old growth trees. Clytemnestra leads me deeper into the gardens until we come to a wide shallow amphitheatre. There are already many people here, couples and families with excited children all talking amongst themselves, or laughing or waving to friends. Some of the children gasp and point at Clytemnestra and she giggles until their mothers tell them not to. A little troop of people in the centre mill about, tinkering with the contents of a couple of wheeled chests. It's all together an agreeable spot to pause and enjoy a little wine which Clytemnestra produces proudly from her bag. I recline comfortably against her body and light one of my long, thin cigars. Clytemnestra explains her devious plan, how carefully she'd had to regulate our morning to arrive here just at the right time, which we have. The performers in the centre, dressed in outrageous rainbow-coloured clothes and wielding props twice the size or more of whatever they represent begin their story. It's a wonderful kind of pantomime about a knight called Pretty Silly (and she is both of those things) and her best friend Bookish the Sorceress and their increasingly convoluted schemes to get married and get rich, respectively. The plot, such as it is, is all mixed with with big doses of knockabout comedy, a legion of puns, long stretches of swapping jokes with the audience and an ad-libbed interlude where the characters complain about what terrible actors they have to portray them. I love every minute of it. When a girl makes her way through the audience collecting donations in a leather bag, Clytemnestra and I both pay generously and consider it well worth the price. In the finale Pretty Silly rushes up the amphitheatre's steps brandishing her oversized gun and sword to save the money collector from the audience – describing us as a mean looking bunch who will no doubt want our money back after such a terrible play. The money collector gives Pretty Silly the takings in gratitude and since that makes Pretty Silly rich, Bookish marries her and everyone's happy. Clytemnestra and I applaud as loudly as anyone when the cast bow and wave. We sit for just a little while longer while other people climb the amphitheatre and go on with their days and the actors at the bottom pack up their giant props and silly clothes. I admit I had my doubts about spending the day roaming the city, but walking back to the the ordinary I feel very content. I squeeze Clytemnestra's hand in my own and lean against her strong, comforting body as we walk. I really did enjoy looking around the markets of the merchants' quarter, despite the crowds. The play was just the thing to make me forget my fraying nerves afterwards and it was very funny. Moreover, I still, still just love to be with Clytemnestra. I'm in an excellent mood all the afternoon and even into the evening while she and I watch the taproom and deal with the night-to-night villainy that has become almost routine to me. I'm no longer so intimidated by it, I accept it and by accepting it, it's power over me is broken somewhat. So comfortable am I that come closing time, for the first time I'm not completely impatient to escape the place at closing time. Clytemnestra gratefully bids goodnight to the waitresses and heads for our room. I know her routine well by now, she'll have one of her little fifteen minute naps and I decide to hang around the taproom for that quarter hour and have a little drink. Then I'll go and give her a damned good seeing to! That sounds like a splendid plan to me. Kyani passes by clearing tables and I ask her for a cup of red wine. When she returns she puts the cup in front of me and then sits herself down on my lap, arms around my neck and enticing little boobies thrusting under my chin. I can't help but be a little surprised, “Ooh!” “The other day was fun!” she giggles into my ear. Her giggle sets those lovely brown breasts quivering excitedly in her teeny tiny top. She squirms tighter into my lap and I put my hands around her narrow waist. “I had fun too.” “Well there'll always be a place for you between my legs,” she whispers happily, “Especially tonight. I need another ride on your lips.” My body can't fail to respond to such lewd talk, already aroused as I am by thoughts of Clytemnestra. Ah, Clytemnestra, or Kyani... No contest. I love Kyani's cunt, but I love Clytemnestra. There's the difference. For emphasis, Kyani kisses the lips she wants to ride, visions of her huge bush swim in my lust-drenched mind. Distractedly I hear the tittering of a couple of the other barmaids. “Ah, but I think,” I manage to mutter, fleeing her kiss for a moment, “I think That would be too selfish of me... Unless of course, you'd consent to giving Clytemnestra a taste too?” “Clytemnestra!? So you and she really are? I mean, do? She's a centaur!” “I've noticed.” “That sounds so wrong...” “Try it, you may like it,” I lick my lips, “And I'll not give you so much as a kiss on the cunny unless she can too.” I can see real temptation in Kyani's eyes. It's gratifying to know how much the girl wants me, or at least, my mouth, and I certainly want her, if less than I want Clytemnestra. Both together though? That will be a lot of fun. “Okay, you win. Oh! What won't I do for a woman with a tongue like yours?” I can't help but flash her a predatory smile and steal another kiss while the other girls nudge one another and make salacious comments in undertones on their way out of the taproom. She tries and fails to stand, wheels turn in my head. I keep my grip about her waist. “No,” I say, sweetly. “What?” “What wont you do for a woman with a tongue like mine?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, let's see what you'll do for me? Will you sit right here, on my lap and wet yourself?” “Wet my..! You can't be serious.” Her face is halfway between shock and laughter, as though I may be joking. Of course I'm not. She looks dumbly at me for a long time. I meet her stare, eye to eye. “I want you to wet yourself, right now, right here.” “I... I can't!” “Try,” I enthuse, before kissing her, she doesn't kiss me back, shocked and confused. “I... I... I...” she stammers and looks around the empty room for I don't know what. “Wet yourself, Kyani.” I'm so excited, so turned on. Kyani is shaking on my lap, her body flooded with conflicting desires, with fear and lust and revulsion and more besides. “It's wrong...” I interrupt her, speaking quiet, urgent words, my lips almost against her ear, as intimate as telepathy, “It's wet, and it's hot and nasty and sexy and sordid and I want you to wet yourself right now and I want to feel your piss soaking into my lap and running down my thighs and wetting my wet cunt!” “I don't... I can't...” I can almost hear her heartbeat, she's trembling with nerves, but I feel her weight shift subtly, I feel muscles shift against my lap, I feel her tense slightly. “Good girl.” It takes a long time. So long. But yes! Her weight shifts slightly again and I feel a hot, wet trickle. A wonderful patch of warmth and wet grows against my thighs. I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. “I'm doing it! I'm doing it!” She's almost laughing. Her face is wild and exultant and shocked all at once. She stares down unbelievingly at the dark wet spot growing on her short black skirt Now a thin stream of pee splashes between her slightly parted legs, the force pushing it through her no doubt sodden pants. Oh! I must taste it! I snatch up my wine cup and hold it to the stream. Kyani's lovely piss splashes noisily into the red wine, throwing glittering droplets into the air. The cup is brimming almost immediately and I bring it to my thirsty lips. Kyani gasps unbelieving as I down the froth topped pissy wine in one long draught. Wonderful, the taste is just watery wine, but the knowledge of what I'm drinking is erotic and nasty and I love it! Kyani's shock and the wet heat soaking through my skirt is beyond exciting. Just in time I return the cup to her flowing crotch to catch the last little spurts to make it through her knickers. Kyani has barely begun to recover her composure when I bring the cup toward her lips and she recoils in horror. “No!” Shame, that would have been so perfect, but I'm not inclined to force her. I've had better of her than I'd hoped and on the up side, if she won't drink it, I can, and do. She watches me drink, fascinated horror on her face, like someone watching an accident and unable to look away. I put the cup down again and for one long moment, debate kissing her. No. Not yet anyway. She's squirming on my lap again, clearly unused to the feeling of wet thighs and clothes. Her sex must be soaked, all that thick black hair, absolutely dripping with her piss. I have to get her to the bedroom now! “Wonderful...” I sigh, meaning it, “Delicious.” “I... That was...” She can't seem to think of a way to end that thought, so I heave her to her feet and, taking her by the hand, steer her for the exit and the bedroom I share with Clytemnestra. I almost wish it was farther to go to reach our bedroom, just to walk farther all lovely and wet with Kyani's pee. It's soaked my skirt, making a giant wet spot all across my thighs and wrapping around. I can even see little drops running down Kyani's thighs. It's all I can do not to dive down and lick her all clean again. We barge into the bedroom... Well, I do, Kyani I think is still in shock at what I made her do, she just follows her own hand as I pull it, and her inside. My name dies on Clytemnestra's lips as she sees I'm not alone. Immediately she also sees the big wet spots on our skirts and smiles lustily. “What have we here?” she purrs. “Um... Clytemnestra... Um... Hi?” Kyani manages, weakly, trying hopelessly to hide her wet crotch from view. I skip into the sexy centaur's arms and kiss her lavishly when she bends down to meet my lips. Kyani gasps, no doubt remembering me swallowing her piss a minute before. I wonder if Clytemnestra can taste it. “Well I never have seen the like!” Clytemnestra exclaims, when I let her, “Two grown women have both wet themselves Kyani squeaks, panicked and shamed, glancing about, at a loss for what to say. “That's not true!” I reply, acting just as indignant as Clytemnestra is pretending to be, “I did not wet myself.” I pause for just a moment before switching to a far more petulant tone, “Kyani wet us both, so there!” That's more than enough teasing of the poor girl. I fall to my knees before her, raising the hem of her tiny skirt. “And now, it's time for her reward.” Her little white pants are utterly wet, soaked through with heady, aromatic pee and muskier feminine love. Masses of black hair escapes from all edges and shows through the wet material. I press my face hard to her pissy wet knickers and breath deep. My hand rubs hard, trying to stimulate my cunt through my clothes. “You're really going to eat me after that?” “Try and stop me!” I lick passionately at her knickers. Even if I never get at her sex I could lick her knickers all night long and be happy. “What if I try?” Clytemnestra's strong hands ease me back from Kyani, “I think it's only fair, don't you?” She takes Kyani by the hand and seats her on the edge of my normally unused bed. I can only watch enviously as Clytemnestra settles to the floor and leans between Kyani's shapely brown legs. By the time I've torn my clothing off, Clytemnestra has Kyani's out of her pants and I deftly snatch them from her hand. The most beautiful woman in the world is right in front of me, lapping noisily at the hairiest cunt I've ever seen. If a sight alone could send me over the edge of ecstasy then I'd know, because this would be it. I jump on to my bed where I can see them perfectly. My fingers work hard at my overexcited sex while with the other hand I hold Kyani's soaking knickers to my face. I draw great lungfuls of her wonderful scents, else lick greedily at the wet fabric. Kyani's hands grip the centaur's head, her joyful mewling mixes with my own little gasps of pleasure as we both rise toward our plateaux. I masturbate faster and faster, watching these two women, remembering the feeling of Kyani's hair against my face and the feel of Clytemnestra's mouth against my sex. Three fingers continuously make a rapid circuit over my clitty, driving me higher toward the peak of pleasure, my own dense pubic hair tickling the palm of my hand delightfully. The taste and smell of Kyani's piss drenched pants underline every erotic sensation, every sound and sight of the woman herself quaking under my lover's assault. I come at last with a long, hard-drawn sigh, my fingers jerking wildly, sex contracting, spasming making every muscle in my body misfire until I fall back on the bed, sniffing Kyani's knickers and listening to her own orgasm. Too good an opportunity to pass up and in a trice I'm on her, kissing her moaning mouth and groping a firm breast through her thin top. I kiss her down from orgasm. I kiss her soft, warm lips and she kisses me back, hungry for the sensual pleasure until, as her orgasm ebbs she freezes. She realises, I think, who she's kissing, whose lips and what those lips have done! I look at her. Our lips part and our eyes meet, holding one another's gaze for a long moment, faces inches apart. I kiss her again and she doesn't resist. I kiss along the line of her jaw, and down her neck. My lips trail little kisses and licks across her collar bone and down her chest, toward her tempting cleavage as I open her blouse. She's worked up quite a sweat under Clytemnestra's care and I can taste the salt tang on her skin. I raise her arms above her head. Little droplets of crystal sweat cling to the mass of black hair under each arm until I lick it away, the the strong sweet scent and salt taste as powerfully erotic as the feel of the rough hair against my tongue. No! I shan't be distracted. As desirable as Kyani is, I want Clytemnestra right now! There she is, still licking Kyani's hairy snatch just for the fun of the thing, and who can blame her? I roll to my feet and scamper around her, pausing only for the quickest squeeze of her breasts. Just because I can. Kyani's disappointed sigh would bring almost anyone back to her. Not me though! Not now I can see Clytemnestra's infinitely edible sex so wonderfully on display beneath her swishing black tail. Clear trails of glistening nectar run down from her beckoning black womanhood. It winks constantly, showing me little flashes of pink from between the engorged black lips. Clytemnestra's whole body jerks the moment my fingers touch her there. She's so sensitive and I love the power I have to make her feel nice. I settle as close as I can to her big, glossy, black body, leaning forward until my face is an inch away from her most intimate place. The heat radiating from her is amazing, the smell of her arousal all-consuming I carefully spread her lips apart exposing her wonderful hard clitty just waiting to be suckled. I wait as long as I can stand, until I know that Clytemnestra can feel my hot breath on her wet lips and must be aching for the feel of my lips and tongue. Finally when I can no longer stand to wait I tease her labia with just the tip of my tongue. I want more. I love the way her cunt tastes and smells. I want it so badly, but I can be strong a little longer. I slowly, lightly work my way up and down the spread lips and even gently touch her clit. I think I can stand no more teasing. At last I allow my tongue deeper into her sex. The warm, wet embrace against my face is heaven. I lap at her slick pink walls, noisy and wet and wonderful. Her juices overflow and I do my utmost to suck and lick every drop up. Her love coats my face and drips down my chin, I feel it run down my neck, and drips fall onto my thighs. Two fingers slide effortlessly into her slick canal, but I know she can take more than that. She can take more than that and I can give it to her! Two fingers glide in and out of her streaming cunny, then three and four. Four fingers piston into her and her body jerks back and forth to meet them. I give her a long moment of this stimulation before folding my thumb tight into my palm and on the final forward-stroke I'm in! “Aaah!” She cannot help but cry out, even muffled as she is by Kyani's hairy jungle. My whole hand is in her tight horsey cunt! In, out, in, out every stroke a fraction deeper than the one before. So tight and so, so very hot, I need all my strength to drive my arm within her. My muscles burn and sweat beads on my brow with the effort of it. Clytemnestra is quivering all over, no longer able to meet my thrusts in any deliberate way, she gasps insensibly into Kyani's bush. Her quaking cunt contracts rhythmically around my arm, now thrusting almost elbow deep. She must be so close to coming and I want nothing more than to drive her over that divine precipice. My lips meet her tight, puckered bum. A long hard kiss on her secret place, my tongue forcing its way against the centre of her ring. She wails aloud, body quaking like never before, her cunt spasming, locking down so tight that I too cry out, in pain not pleasure. Her orgasm is almost tectonic in ferocity. Kyani squeals in fright, cringing away and I can but suffer through the pain as my hand is crushed by Clytemnestra's sex. Finally, mercifully, she descends from space I withdraw my abused, aching arm inch by inch, slowly since every motion makes her love canal tense up again. With a last gentle tug I am free and I stagger to my bed where Kyani sits shocked, and Clytemnestra's hominine half lays panting deliriously. I lay back heavily, laughing gently at the wonderful feeling. The feeling that I, small and unimportant, can have such an effect on so magnificent, majestic woman as Clytemnestra is overwhelming. There's movement on the bed and a soft, warm tongue touches my chest, Kyani licks the centaur's nectar from my skin and I let her, too tired to stop her or play with her. Her hands stroke my skin, grope at my little breasts while her lips encircle a nipple. Now, more hands, large and strong. Clytemnestra spreads my legs and pulls me toward her until my arse hangs over the edge of the bed and my legs are around her hot body. I let her have her way, to tired to resist. Kyani's soft lips suck at my breasts. Clytemnestra's finds my cunt. I sigh happily and start to pee.

Chapter 1 - Nueleth, The Queen

She walked inside Vaniat tavern, delighted when the obnoxious voices quieted down. Her entourage of guards warned her of the wild men inside here but she didn't pay them any mind. She had experience with them. Her deceased husband a raunchy man. Her guards walked ahead and rough-housed the men, woman, and a gelatine away from a table. Difficult to tell the gender of a gelatine. She sat down behind the cleared table, her eyes focused on the gelatine. It looked small compared to others she'd seen. About the size of a twelve year old child. Its exotic body colored bright purple. It formed a four-fingered hand from its gelatinous substance and waved. Smiling she thought it must be a young gelatine. Waving back at it she motioned for it to come forward. Nodding when the gelatine pointed at itself. Gelatinous creature bobbed and glided, effortless in its movement on the shoddy floor. Paying no mind to the ruffians whispering and grunting, knowing her guards would deal with it. It stopped next to her. Reaching forward she touched it. Thick, cold and she squeezed and it felt jelly-like. The creature formed a second hand without fingers and she couldn't stop smiling when it imitated her. She patted its head and motioned for it to leave. It left her feeling amazed. It stood a few meters away from her and its hand still held her wrist. It shifted, turning more watery and flowed from her wrist down to her hand and between her fingers until it dropped. It then disappeared, fast but slow enough for her to see it melt back inside the gelatine.  It waved again and left, gliding through the crowd, its body turning smaller and slimmer to fit through the tight-packed room. "Amazing," she said, her gentle voice a mere whisper in the midst of talking.  "Isn't it?" Mikason sat down on the opposite side of her, taking a sip and sighing. "That's good stuff." Mikason, a horrible man but a fierce knight and commander of her entourage. Stories of him butchering his enemies still floated around in her kingdom. And his face disturbed her. An ugly scar ran from his right eye down to his jaw, it horrified her. "The gelatine," Mikason said. "They are wondrous creatures, aren't they?" She agreed. "Where did they come from?"  Nobody knew and she read plentiful of stories and researched books. Should have burned those books. How a woman could get pregnant from water and give birth to a creature like gelatines? Never mind the one where the gelatine are reincarnated gods.  “I believe no one knows, though, there are theories,” he said. “I think that some ancient sorcerer that dabbled in the arts of mystical creation made them. Accident or on purpose.” "No! Our god Kazhume created them!"  Mikason scowled, finished his drink and stood up.  The way his scar became more prominent when he flushed crimson with anger. He strode away from the table and she winced hearing the cracking of a bone and a pained scream. Cult worshipers of Kazhume deserved the worst. Mikason stood over the worshiper shaking, and the worshiper laid on the floor crying and holding his broken arm. Mikason's fist lashed forward and she heard the sharp crack of worshipers nose and saw him pass out. “What are you looking at?!" Mikason shouted. "Throw this trash pile out!" Giggling when Mikason winked at her and his underlings picked up the pace and hurried to throw the worshiper out. Oh how she hated coming here sometimes but it's something she's learned to do since she became a Queen. Her husband taught her that people will love her more when she showed herself, walked the streets, visited merchants and others. "Milady," a voice she heard, a young man's voice.  Turning her head she saw one of her guards blocking her view of a young man who kept repeating her name.  “Let him through,” she said. The guard looked back, eyebrow raised, he turned back and stepped to the side. Eugh. A peasant. Ignorant, dumb and filthy people but she didn't hate them. She recognized the good labor work they did. And it's good they worked for low wages and didn't know to demand more. He looked much better than other peasants she'd seen. Cleaner, and even his dark brown although messy looked washed. Curling her lip she felt disgusted by his stained brown white shirt and his beige shorts ripped and dirty. His unwashed feet disgusted her but she had to give him props for the muscles he had from hard-work, washed hair and clean-looking face. Recognizing the fan adoration in his bright green eyes that she noticed in most citizens of her kingdom. Looking him over again and noticed what she didn't see before. It caused her eyes to widen and she would have gasped if it weren't for her tight control of emotions.  Her husband had walked with a bulge around and she got used to it. But to have a peasant walk up to her with a obvious bulge. It's different and she could have made a scene about this and had him thrown out. Deciding not to, she kept silent wanting to hear what this peasant boy with a bulge had to say. "Milady," he said, breathless and excited.  His hot breath smelled worse than her dog and she changed to a emotionless mask. “Yes?” He plopped down on a seat next to her. A guard behind her coughed. How brazen must this boy be, he shouldn't have sat down where a royalty sat. If he wanted to he should've asked for permission beforehand. Shaking her head she saw Mikason whispering to another and both chuckled. Whispers circled in the crowd and she heard some, most of it about the boy next to her.  The boy leaned forward, his elbows on table, and she felt dumb leaning forward too as if he were sharing a secret. “I need gold,” he said, “to support my family.” The peasants came and asked for gold now and then. It's to support families, start up a business that dries out in a week or buy tools that are needed. Despite her hard attitude towards the peasants they were still her loyal subjects and worked labor. And she knew her council, nobles, and rich folks wouldn't do manual labor.  She nodded. She motioned for a guard to come close. "Get this boy home and look at how well off his family is and report back," she said, whispering in his ear. "Stand up, boy," the guard ordered. "And take me to your home." Ominous, she thought, watching the boy stand up on shaking legs, noticed the fear in his eyes and the paling of skin. Her voice soft she told the boy she needed to know that his family needed the support. The boy nodded, accepted her reasoning and led the guard out the tavern. Observing them leave she decided to leave too. Annoyed with the return of obnoxious loud voices and disgusting tales once the folks inside Vaniat noticed she didn't plan to leave. She saw a couple of punches thrown on the other side of the room even. Standing up, turned and she left for the exit. A circle of guards formed around her, one spot she noticed remained free and she saw him speaking with the Vaniat owner. Chuckling, she saw Mikason turn around and head towards him.  “Hey, watch it, pretentious ass!” "Piss off!"  She felt a tight squeeze of her buttocks rumpling her dress and turned not before she felt a quick slap there. Her yelp sent the place into a frenzied chaos. Screaming and shouting exploded around, her guards jumped into action. They pushed the men further away from her and others dragged and held the insane laughing adventurer to a table.  Mikason hurried over, shouting and screaming, furious and demanding to know what happened. His underlings told him. Watching it all, her olive cheeks crimson red with fury, her buttock ached and her arms shaking.  “Cut his filthy hand off and feed it to starving dogs!” she said, her voice thunderous.  Tightening in her stomach. Not now she thought. Heat between her thighs and she cursed the mad witch and her last-breath curse. Quivering, she squeezed her hands to a fist, an intense urge to rip her dress apart to expose her chest, drop down on her knees and plead for fat and long cocks. Wet panties clung to her pussy, her wetness trickled down her thighs. She hurried out of the tavern, stumbling on her feet and her eyes wide. Leaving the tavern she heard Mikason's voice and the agonized scream of a begging man. Turning away from the tavern she ran down the main street. From here her palace looked so far away and she doubted she could make it. Citizens stopped and watched her, and she felt her popularity crumble a little. Blushing pink she continued moving on. Further ahead, she noticed the peasant boy from before and her guard. Why were they still here? She thought. Ah. They were walking, yes, but at a slow pace and kept stopping to look at stalls and various objects there. A thought struck her. Yes! She didn't need to run to her palace. "My Queen," the guard dropped to a bow once he noticed her. The peasant bowed, “Milady.” Focusing on the peasant who's name she didn't know. The two men straightened up. Unabashed she looked at his bulge and glanced at his muscles. Silence, it continued and the voices of others faded. It is her, and his impressive looking bulge. Licking her lips she kept hearing her name.  Nueleth. Milady. Nueleth. “What?” she said sharp as a knife. The guard who's name she didn't care to know flinched, stepped a foot back, his mouth opening and closing. "Just leave!" she waved him away. Shaking on his feet the guard hurried away, disappearing quickly from the pointing of onlookers and their laughs. The peasant stood there, a quivering leaf, lips trembling and fearing for the worst.  “Boy!” she said. “What is your name and where do you live?” “Rylath, milady,” he said, stumbling over his words, “and I live over there.” She tried his name, finding that she liked it and she glanced at the building he pointed at. A run-down one-floor house, yellow paint peeling off dark-wood walls and a hole in the roof. Glancing back down at his bulge. She went ahead of him, moving with a quick pace towards his home, and passing citizens with calm grace. “Watch where you're going filth!” she heard behind her a nobles voice. "Sorry," Rylath said, hurrying up to his queen, and turning around he shouted an apology again.  "You shouldn't have apologized," she said, standing in front of a rotten wooden door. She curled her lip. "This is where you live?" His answer positive and snappish. Must've not hidden her distaste well. Oh well, she turned the knob, opening the unlocked door and stepping inside a surprisingly clean room. Stench of sweat, beer and a slight scent of a woman's perfume lingered in the air. The door closed behind her. The furniture looked in good shape, old and dusty. “What do you--” she said, releasing a pitched shout when he yanked her by the shoulder and found herself in the embrace of a peasant boy. Feeling his bulge against her inner thighs through her dress.  “What was that?” she said after he released her, patting and smoothing her dress His eyes were wide and he looked shocked. "There's a loose nail on the floor there." Looking where he pointed she couldn't see anything. Bending over, her dress riding higher, exposing her thighs, lower backside and she saw it. Turning around, she thanked him, his face flushed red and smiling she thought he must've seen something of her when she bent over. "You're--you're welcome." Powerful surging heat spread from inner thighs, from the exact spot where she felt his bulge--no--cock touch. It spread to her feet and toes, to her chest and neck, experiencing intense desire and bliss.  “Fuck!” she spat, she hated that mad witch. Oh how she desired to see her execution again. With her husband, her curse seemed easy to control. Now that he's deceased it didn't seem easy and her eyes fixated on Rylath's bulge. "Is something wrong?" he said. “No,” she said. A surging wave of heat rippled across her body. Quivering, she thought, what if this peasant boy could help her. “Nothing is wrong. It's all good.” It looked like he didn't believe her. That's okay she thought. Swaying her hips she strutted over to him, loving his eyes on her chest and she circled him. Stopping behind him she leaned her head forward, her lips inches from his ear she whispered his name.  The boy moaned, his knees shaking. Exhaling in his ear she touched his back, a single finger moving down his spine feeling him shake. Taking her finger away she took hold of his firm butt and squeezed his delectable rear. "Milady...?" he yelped She shushed him, enjoying the moment, her other hand sneaked under his shorts and below his underwear. Pushing her breasts against his back she felt him froze gripping his stiff cock. Mouth widening, it felt much thicker than her husband's did. Moving her hand up and down once. An inch or two longer than her husband's.  “That's a hard cock you have there, boy.” “Uhh, thanks, but what are you doing?” he said. “Isn't it obvious?” she squeezed his shaft, hearing his soft moan she began moving her hand, stroking the peasant boy's cock. “I'm touching your cock and fondling your butt.” "Huh-uh," he moaned and thrust his hips forward. “Why?” Stop with the questions, silly boy, and enjoy what I'm doing. “Because I want to. Do  you want me to suck your cock, Rylath?” she said, her hot tongue grazing his neck. "Yes! Please yes!" he shouted. "Please!" “No-no,” she shook her head, and ordered him to stand still when he bucked his hips forward. She continued to stroke his erect shaft, a finger touching the pre-cum tip and she spread it further along his manhood. “I have a deal.” "What is it?" he said, his eyes closed tight.  “Imagine a situation where I'm bent over for you, my dress hiked up and underwear pulled to the side. You're pounding away at my tight pussy with your hard cock,” she said, her voice flirtatious and sensual. Her words affected him. More pre-cum dribbled from his slit, he shook and rocked his hips.  “Oh yes,” he said. Leaning away when he turned to kiss her. His eyes darkened with lust and a desire to make that imagination come true.  “What do you want me to do?” he asked. “You have to make me orgasm and scream when we do filthy things,” she said. Shushing him again when he began to say something. “You can't speak of this to anyone. Anyone! And you will listen to every single word that I say. Is that understood?” “I understand.” "I will have you beheaded and your corpse fed to dogs if you tell anyone or don't listen to my orders. Is that understood?” she said, harsh and absolute. “I will make you orgasm and scream,” he said, nodding, it took a moment for him to process what she said. “I will not tell anyone and I will listen to every word that you say and obey them.”  “Can you...?” Someone who's embarrassed, awkward and afraid wouldn't be much of a hopeful fuck toy. She would have to train him out of that, make him more confident or hope that he becomes more confident with the next following minutes. She didn't know what he wanted. But she knew what she wanted. “You want me, your queen, to get on my knees and take your cock in my mouth and suck it?” “Huh-uh.” Disappointed with his answer but it is one. She knelt before the peasant, taking hold both sides of his shorts and she pulled them down along with his underwear. His shaft bounced up and to the side. Licking her lips she held it in her hand again. "You're not a boy, are you?" she said, leaning forward, her long tongue brushed the glans of his cock. "You're a man with that and I can't wait to taste it in my mouth." Wondering where his previous excitement and promises of making her come disappeared to. She didn't wonder for long. His cock looked too enticing as it dangled in front of her face. Parting her lips she took his glistening crown in her mouth. Hearing a man moan above her brought back memories of her deceased husband. Curse her husband! She didn't want to think of him now. Swallowing and working her tongue, licking the underside before flicking the slit and gliding her tongue with a circular motion around the head. Gripping the base of his shaft she rotated her hand, moving it back and forth from base to middle. Humming on his cock, other hand below her dress, she moved her fingers under her soaked panties. Wetting her hand and she parted her nether lips. Working a finger inside her tight cunt she moaned on his fat erection. Looking up, her eyes dilated and a wanting for cock shone in them and she took more of his cock down her mouth. Loving the control she had over him and the power to make a man shake on his feet. His eyes were wide, lips parted and his breathing labored. Moving her hand from his cock to his unshaven testicles. Caressing his balls she leaned forward, her mouth expanding as she took more of his rigid appendage,  Remembering doing this to her husband and now she would do this to a peasant. Pushing past her gag-reflex she took his cock in her throat. Two fingers rocked back and forth inside her dripping wet pussy, and her tongue lapped the underside base of his erection. "Oh," he grunted, his breathing hot and heavy "Fuck! That's good. You're good." Buzzing with excitement from his small compliment, she pulled her fingers out with a wet shlick. Pulling away from his cock, spit dropped from her lips, chin and his cock. Licking her lips she tasted potatoes, carrot and a touch of salt. Standing up she closed his mouth with a finger.  Observing his heaving chest she ordered him to take his shirt off. Licking her lips and she ran her hand from his sweating muscled chest to his navel. Turning around, she moved against him, grinding her buttocks up and down against his erection. “Don't be shy,” she murmured silky soft, grabbing his hands and placed them on her breasts. “Feel.” “Yes,” she moaned, he did feel, squeezing and kneading her breasts still clothed. Intoxicated by his new-found enthusiasm she turned her head, other side, and she smashed his lips against his. Felt him respond with frenzied eagerness. Pulling away, her tongue brushing his lip and the shine in his eyes showed how thrilled he felt. Joining her hand with his she pulled it away from her breast and moved down over her clothed stomach. Between her thighs she let allowed him to touch her drenched panties. “Feel that? That's how wet you've made me.” He did. Difference between her hand and his is immeasurable. Though experimental his touches were, they made her exhale sharply and quiver.  “Oh...” she repeated in a whisper three times. A sharp jolt of pain inflamed her nerves and a explosive wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Knees shaking, her nipple pinched stiff. Apologies in his ear and his attempt at pulling away enraged her. Smashing her thighs together she held his hand down there stuck, juices dripping on his. “Don't... don't be sorry. That was good.” Rylath apologized again, but sighed satisfied when he returned to groping her breast and touching her wetness. Impatient with his gentle touches and slightly annoyed by what seemed no intention to further. “Rylath,” she said, his name smooth on her tongue. “Tell me. What do you want me to do?” “I...” he said. “I...” He sounded like a broken bard. Not that she ever heard one but that's what she imagined one would sound like. “Don't be embarrassed, I won't think bad of you,” she said. Her thoughts vivid and, bestial and she pondered what he would request of her. “Come on. Don't be shy, Rylath, do you want me to take my filthy panties off and spread my legs for you?” Squeezing her thighs around his length she heard him murmur, and she didn't understand what he said. “What is it that you want of me?” “I want you to get on all fours and stick your butt out,” he said in a quick breath. Oh? She thought. Glancing down at the floor and the nail she almost stepped in she decided not to. Looking the dresser over she decided yes. Releasing both his hands she stepped away, turning around she pecked his cheek and turned around again. Remembering his dumb-struck look. Hips swaying she strode further inside the room from the entrance. Stepping in front of his dresser, she shimmied her panties down to her ankles, pulled her dress above her waist. Placed her hands on his dresser and leaned over with her breasts hovering a couple of inches above it. Pushed her buttocks out, her feet spread wide as her underwear let her and she turned her head. “Rylath... come on,” she whispered, her tongue grazed her bottom lip. Standing there he looked stiff, mouth open, eyes wide and amazed and erection raging hard. Making her butt bounce she moaned. “Rylath... What are you waiting for? Your Queen needs you.” That sprung him into action and she watched him pace towards her. His cock bobbing right and left, up and down and he reached her. Moaning, she felt his cock against her buttocks and his hands kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. “You can touch me whenever you want,” she murmured, her eyes on his sweating face. “I want your cock inside me.” “Yes ma'am.” A moan of bliss, feeling his cock touch her pussy lips, and her nether lips parted at his prodding. Pushing back, she grunted, feeling his throbbing shaft spreading her tight cunt wider. He didn't stop pushing, she realized, and in seconds she felt stuffed and full. His breath on her neck, she shivered and heard his murmured swears.  “Ah!” she rocked forward, mouth open. Again she bucked forward, her moaning desperate. “More!” Eyes widening she watched her own reflection in a fogged mirror. How she didn't notice this earlier she didn't know. Her delicate dirty-blonde hair clung to her blushed skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her sky-blue eyes shining bright, her tongue grazing her pink lips.  Bucking back and forth, her buttocks slapping against his hips. In a moment of euphoria she felt content standing there bent over with a eager peasant railing her cunt behind her with vigorous thrusts. Pulling the top of her dress down, she felt behind for his hand on her buttocks. Gripping his hand she pulled it forward and onto her naked flesh. “Oh,” she hummed, her breast squeezed tight and her buttocks kneaded. His fat cock pistoned in and out of where she most craved for relief and a want for his warmth. Groaning, his cock withdrawn, leaving her feeling hollow and empty. Pushing back she hoped it would entice him. He pushed back inside, her cunt stretching again to accommodate his fat throbbing shaft. “You like that?” Quivering, breathing on his neck tickled her and she nodded murmuring that she did like that. Fingers pinched her nipple and she swore. Feeling him pull out again with a cruel slow pace and he stabbed back inside. She screamed, his unexpected thrust fierce, hard and welcomed. Fuck! Fuck! She thought. Powerful and rapid his thrusts were and she rocked her hips back and matched his rhythm. For a moment there she thought she matched him. She didn't. Writhing against him with wild abandon, screaming at him to fuck her harder and sobbing when he slammed his hips against her buttocks, driving his entire length deep into her core. “As you demand, milady,” he said, breathless, squeezing her naked breast hard and  fondling it.  There's no way he could go further than his current pace she thought. Shouting nonsensical words and drool dribbled from her mouth she bucked forward. Losing strength in her arms, her breasts falling flat on the dresser and her chin ached from smacking against the dresser. Her eyes intense and depraved, she felt him slow his thrusting and heard his damned apologies. “Stop apologizing and keep fucking me you damned peasant!” she said, flushed red from blissful arousal and a spark of fury at his slowing.  “Yes ma'am,” he said Squirming and shaking she closed her eyes shut, her forehead flat on the dresser and enjoyed his hard and rapid thrusts. Gyrating her hips with voluptuous abandon she reveled the fat erection inside her. “Fuck... that's good.” His rhythmic intense thrusts changed and she recognized the impending release. Yes! She twisted and writhed against him. His hands moved to her shoulder and waist and held her. Yes! She thought. His onslaught of relentless pounding of her tight wet depths turned more erratic and wild. Pressing back against him, frantic in her movement and desperate for his hot virile seed. “Fucking fuck,” he grunted, tightening his hold on her. Her shoulder ached and she knew it would bruise. Unexpected his fat erection pulsed and she felt his eruption inside her. She sobbed a cry of satisfaction, screaming her throat raw and her buttocks ached from his fierce slamming thrusts of climax. She rode the wild cloud of orgasm, his warm seed flooding her core. Trembling she clenched her muscles and milked his cock raw, his warmth oozing inside her battered cunt. Her juices intermingling with his cum. Shuddering and quaking she felt him withdraw and thrust back inside. Releasing a cute high-pitched yelp, bucking forward and felt more of his ooze spurting inside her. "Yes," she moaned. “Yes...” "I love you," he breathed in her hair.  Ignoring what he said and thinking what a way to ruin the moment. Delighting in his sweaty chest against her clothed back she stayed still, his cock shrinking inside her. Inching forward, his cock plopped out, she raised her feet and took off her wet panties. They were ruined. “Do you want these?” she asked, her panties dangling on her finger. Giggling she dropped her underwear on his shaking hand, he looked lost, confused but overjoyed with it. Stepping away, she fixed her clothes and smoothed her hair loose from her face. Walking around with a man's seed inside her, her juices and his dribbling down her inner thighs. She felt wicked.  "Wait, where are you going?"  Glancing at his hand squeezing her arm in an effort to stop her from leaving. She looked him in the eye. “Home,” she said and he looked about ready to tear-up. “Oh don't worry, Rylath.” She went and pecked his lips, squeezing his cock and walked away, swaying her hips. Stopping at the door, she turned her head but didn't look at him. “We'll have plenty of fun together.” Sensing his eyes on her backside, smiling, and for the first time since she were cursed by that mad witch she felt satisfied. Her curse content and not a bother. And a slight urge to thank the witch if she weren't dead. Opening the doors she stepped outside the house into the streets. Hundreds of eyes stared at her, but she ignored them, and closed the door behind her. 

Chapter 8 - Kallidora

CHAPTER VIII 'KALLIDORA' I could have stayed with Salmacis a long, long time. She would have let me, too. But it was not to be. I love Clytemnestra, even if it is only for a season, as Salmacis said. As Clytemnestra herself said too, in her way. So I departed with Clytemnestra, and with Eupraxia and Aristomache we went on towards the river, where now we find ourselves. My, but it is a mighty artery already. It didn't look so from high up in the mountains, but here on the banks it is a sight to behold. It must be half a mile broad, a vast expanse of sparkling bottle-green water flowing before us. Clytemnestra and Aristomache are cutting wood to make a raft, but neither is working very hard or fast at it and I don't fully blame them. I'm quite excited about sailing a log raft down an exotic jungle river. It's so... So irresistibly adventurous to my mind! I can scarcely contain my enthusiasm for the endeavour, but to the centaur mind, rafting is one of the very few things less appealing than bushwhacking through a dense jungle, which is saying something. Still, this is the way we must go, so I tolerate their lack of enthusiasm. “Are you sure I can't help?” I ask, trying to show willing. “Take your rest, Lady. Two people can't swing one axe,” Clytemnestra tousles my hair fondly and starts knotting the latest log into the array of fibrous twines we've scrounged up from the jungle. “Fair enough. There's nothing so relaxing as watching other people work.” Eupraxia giggles and nods. I suspect that we could have been done hours ago if Eupraxia and I had been more help, but there really has been little for us to do and I know the raft will not be finished before dusk, much to the centaur's joy, I suspect. Fortunately we have a pleasant spot to camp for the night. We are settled in modest clearing between the river and jungle, carpeted with soft grass and little blue flowers. Our raft takes shape over the few remaining hours before sunset. It's around twenty-five feet square, formed of a double-layer of long, narrow logs bound tightly together cross-grain to keep it stiff. To my eye it doesn't look the most seaworthy vessel in creation, but the river is wide and slow and I have assured the others that, in a pinch I can make up any shortcomings with a little magic. I think I probably can too! The sun sinks beneath the canopy of trees and I spark a little fire amongst some offcuts and kindling. We make a supper of the last of the bread and cheese Salmacis gave us a couple of days ago. Aristomache 'mmm's contentedly as she shrugs out of her halter top and stretches the kinks from her muscles, a moment later, Clytemnestra does the same, contentedly letting her bouncy round boobies out of captivity. That's an enjoyable sight. Centaurs wear little anyway, usually just a halter top or some such to keep their breasts from jiggling, but there is still such a difference, perhaps if only psychological, between clothed and naked. I could look at centaurs' breasts all day. In fact, I have done so, Eupraxia's flat little bust needs no restraining so she always goes nude, but it's still a treat to see the others on full display. On a whim I remove most of my clothes too, my boots and socks, my top and skirt until I'm wearing only my knickers... Well, they were originally Kyani's knickers, but they're mine now. I settle back down, leaning against Clytemnestra's firm, warm body. Aristomache looks at me for a moment, taking in my barely dressed state, “Why do you leave the last garment on?” “Just for fun,” I shrug. It's the truth, but it sounds silly to say it out loud. “She likes them,” Clytemnestra explains. “Why?” I ponder Aristomache's question for a moment, “Why does anyone like anything? It's... It's difficult to explain. Especially to a centaur.” “You will try?” she asks, apparently with genuine interest. I stroke my pants, the cloth is a little damp, just thinking about them is exciting. “Well... first off, these aren't mine, they belonged to a woman I made love to once, more than once, actually. Mostly my own pants don't turn me on, mostly. But, just... just think about it...” I'm still stroking my knickers, stroking myself through the wet cloth, slowly, gentle, circular motions, feeling the slightly rough texture of the cotton, the shape of my womanhood beneath, the irregular sinuous complexity of my thick pubic hair trapped under the tight, taut fabric. “Knickers are.. Are sexy. Tight, damp cloth wrapped hard around a woman's most intimate place... Hard about her body, infused with her scent, her taste,” I squirm delightedly at the thought, wriggling against Clytemnestra and still teasing at my flooded cunt through Kyani's pants. “They're intimate, personal. Sexy, it's not a good explanation, but... But that's all there is to it. Give me a nice pair of used knickers and I'm happy, the smell, the feel the... Just the feeling of holding someone else's knickers, sniffing them, licking them, wearing them.” I'm masturbating properly now, through these wonderful used knickers, my love infusing them, joining with the old infusion Kyani gave them when she wore them. “And if she's wet them... Ooh! It's not better, maybe, just different. If she's wet herself, there's something so sordid, so sexual about holding a pair of pee soaked knickers, the smell and feel of them. Even mine, but someone else's are always better. The smell changes as they dry out, but it's still just as good. It's... It's...” It's getting harder to talk as I tease myself higher toward my plateau, my mind floods with wonderful images of sexy knickers and lewd, wet women wearing them, wetting them. Having come under the influence of such delightful mental images I gradually become aware that all three of my companions are watching with a degree of amusement. I can only smile half-heartedly and snuggle back against Clytemnestra's flank. “May I try them?” Eupraxia's voice startles me slightly, she's soft-spoken and hasn't said much until now. “What?” “Your knickers, may I smell them?” Oh wow... just hearing her say something like that, in her soft, sexy voice is electrifying. “Of course.” I slip my thumbs under the waistband and wriggle the warm, wet pants off as she approaches. She takes them from my hand and raises them to her face, pressing the scrap of white cloth to her nose and inhaling deeply. She dos it again, sniffing my dirty knickers, turning them to find the wet spot on the front, her eyes close to fully appreciate the smell. She sniffs again, then licks at the damp fabric. It's a wonderful sight. I lean back against Clytemnestra, gazing up at this wonderful, pale centaur sniffing and licking my knickers. My pulse thrums, my heart hammers with excitement. Her hand falls again, she tosses the pants into my lap, “Now pee in them for me.” It's such a simple thing to say... So simple, yet so lewd, so sexy, all the moreso for its simplicity, for its very matter-of-fact nature. She asks this incredibly sordid thing of me so sweetly. I leap to my feet as though galvanised and slip the still-warm pants on again, pulling them tight against my wildly excited cunt. Eupraxia settles herself to the ground before me, taking me in her arms, she kisses me softly on the lips and then looks me right in the eye. “Wet yourself for me, please,” she bids, her tangerine eyes lancing into mine. I hold her tight, and she me, our bodies together, my cloth-covered womanhood is hard against her hard body as I piss for her. She gasps, so do I, the hot, hot wet pee gushes forth, instantly flooding my knickers, it splashes down my legs, and across her skin. I feel wonderful, tingling rivulets of urine flow between my thighs. Her strong arms hold me tighter to her, forcing my pissing flower against her alabaster coat. I kiss her again, “That's it...” She lets me free, her hand traces the outline of my lips through the thin layer of utterly wet cotton. She tastes her fingers, just once and then draws the pants down over my wet, clammy thighs, down and to the ground and I step out of them. Instantly she has the knickers to her face, she sniffs heartily, licks at the wet material, sucks noisily with the cloth between her lips. Strong brown arms encircle me from behind, Clytemnestra runs her hands all over my body, but especially over my wet legs, else through my wetter pubic hair. She tastes my piss from her fingers, and lets me taste too. “You are wrong,” Eupraxia says. “About... Ooh, about what?” It's hard to concentrate with Clytemnestra massaging my damp thighs. “You said knickers were not better for having been pissed in, you're wrong.” “Not better, just different. Both are good.” “These are better,” Eupraxia states flatly. Clytemnestra has her own opinion on the matter, “You're doing it all wrong,” she says, accusingly. Clytemnestra's hand darts out and snatches the wet knickers from Eupraxia. Her arms go about me again and she shakes them open ordering me to step into them, which I eagerly do. Ooh! They're wet and cool against my skin, delightfully kinky. “Now lie down,” she orders Eupraxia, “On your back.” Eupraxia looks askance, but complies. Centaurs rarely lay on their backs, it's not very comfortable I think. Still she does as she's told and Clytemnestra forces me down, her hands on my shoulders she makes me sink down atop Eupraxia, my wet thighs either side of her head, my soaking, pissy pants lowered to her suddenly comprehending face. We both moan excitedly when she kisses my crotch, hard and thirsty and eager. My hands find her flat breasts, questing all over, groping her lavishly. Her lips work at my fabric-covered flower, her hands circle my waist and I start to move, to trib myself against her face. She gives out a muffled, merry moan as my rocking hips find their rhythm. Far away, all the way at the other end of Eupraxia's body Aristomache settles herself down and descends upon her wife's neglected sex, Eupraxia quivers and squirms beneath me as Aristomache stimulates her. Clytemnestra plays with my body for her own pleasure, she cups my small breasts, her hands engulfing them entirely, else nibbles gently at my ear or neck. I fuck myself harder and harder against Eupraxia, against her biting, licking, kissing mouth. It'd hurt a human, I'm sure, but she can take it! Her body thrills under my hands, driven higher toward her peak by her Aristomache's spirited cunnilingus. I whimper rhythmically in time with my own grinding hips, Eupraxia's hooves kick mindlessly into the sky, her hands mimic Clytemnestra's, caressing me all over. I'm close! So close! Tribbing myself wantonly against her through my piss flooded knickers. I come, jerking, spasming and collapse on top of her moments before the lady herself cries out in ecstasy. We both lie there for a moment, lost in the union of our bodies, then she gently rolls me from her, and rights herself, smiling happily. I scamper to my feet, kiss her hard, kiss the lips I fucked my wet knickers against. Then I kiss Aristomache too, just because I can. Ooh! Her lips taste of cunt! Her strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight to her body, she kisses me back. Her tongue deep in my mouth, her hard, round breasts crushing my petite bust, her stiff nipples delightfully proud against my skin. She takes me up in her arms only to lay me gently down again in the soft grass before her. Her lips leave mine, kiss me again, and then again at my neck, and still lower. She trails kisses down my neck, down my chest. Her lips trail light, flighty tickle-kisses all over my little breasts, but never stop. Now she has covered my breasts in kisses she goes on, raising my arms above my head, I feel her hot breath at my armpit. I can't help giggling! Her nose is buried amongst the thick, dark hair there, tickling me, she inhales full, centaur-sized lungfuls of my scent and moans her approval. Her tongue snakes out to lick me, kiss me with delicate precision tickling me all the more for her gentleness. It's all a wonderful distraction! With a great heave she rids me of my wet knickers in a trice, making me squeal in shock. A strong copper-skinned hand touches my sternum, pushing me irresistibly back to earth and her she resumes her kissing journey down my body. Oh, but I know her destination! “Aaah!” Without so much as a preliminary kiss her hard, strong tongue licks me right between the lips, she smiles widely, but only for a moment, realising that she's been too rough. The next is more gentle. Having just come, riding her wife's face, I'm so very sensitive, and she is a woman given to hearty, powerful cunnilingus. Her tongue and lips drive my coming orgasm unstoppably. Her face, part buried in my deep jungle presses hard against me and I can but let her take me. Squirming powerlessly against her licking, kissing, drinking mouth. Suddenly deeper shadows close in around me, the sky is obscured by Clytemnestra and Eupraxia, their shapely hominine torsos looming over me, closing in above me as each swoops down on my naked breasts. All three centaurs work at my body with their lips and tongues and teeth. Licking my quailing sex, kissing my tender breasts, nipping oh-so-gently at my so-stiff nipples. No woman could resist for long, no human woman could endure for long against the might of three horny centaurs! I come with geologic ferocity, crying aloud, tearing up great fistfuls of grass, body shuddering all over with the intensity of my second orgasm. It leaves me panting, gasping like a landed fish, the world spinning around me. One by one, the centaurs stand, smiling at the destruction they've wrought in me. Last night, there seemed to me something exciting, something indescribably romantic about sailing down an exotic jungle river on a handmade log raft. Standing here in the dawn's new light the placid, twinkling, green water seems to have taken on a hungry, threatening aura. It laps against the edge of our beached raft as though tasting it, preliminary to tasting us too. My heart beats swiftly and adrenaline thrills my nerves as I step aboard. Clytemnestra, Eupraxia and Aristomache all have long, stout staves with which to guide our course and they set these to the beach, their great strength forcing our less-than-doughty seeming craft fully into the ominous water. The current takes us and the raft spins lazily around, rocking vertiginously as the centaurs scramble for balance, their hooves widely spread and striking splinters from the greenwood logs with every wild, lurching step. If I'm feeling nervous, and I am, my companions are far worse, I think. We drift with lazy inevitability a little farther out toward the middle of the river until Aristomache tries to arrest our motion, succeeding mostly, but making us spin in the opposite direction now, slow, gentle revolutions as the current plays with our brutally unhydrodynamic square raft. Eupraxia and Clytemnestra are laying down and actually holding on to the raft with their hands, for which I'm glad as every step Aristomache takes tilts our little vessel under my feet. The current is slow, ponderous and irresistible, carrying us on past endless green jungle on either bank. Bank? Ha! For the most part the meeting of river and land is indistinct, swallowed up in tangles of vegetation and the shadows of mighty, trees growing, it seems, directly from the waters themselves. I keep a watchful eye downstream for the watercraft I know sometimes come this way. Travellers from Zoa coming upriver to seek out Salmacis the Sorceress, or more rarely still, to cross the mountains. None appear, though, and as time drags on my mind wonders sometimes to that most fascinating woman... To make love with her was... Transcendent. A more-than-physical act, but that is not what sticks in my mind now. My mind submerges itself in memories of the gentle intimacy we often shared following the capital act. I think of the long hours we spent just holding one another. At times she felt like all elbows and knees, our limbs tangled about one another sharing the warm comfort of her bed. Physical in a way entirely divorced from sex. Moments like those have a magic all their own, and rarer than sex too. As my time in this odd, wonderful world goes on, I find I learn things hitherto unsuspended about myself. About my companions too, for that matter. By the time some hours have passed they have fallen entirely silent and almost entirely immobile. All three are obviously deeply unhappy to be afloat. Shame as I am actually starting to rather enjoy myself again. This morning's apprehension has almost entirely worn off and my earlier sense of exhilaration at rafting down an exotic jungle river has returned tenfold. I wish I could share it with the centaurs. In fact, I suppose I could, but I'm strongly disinclined to use magic on them. Another idea does present itself, however. Reaching out with my Rod spell I snare a likely fragment of driftwood and, though unmoving physically, I position it about a hundred yards ahead of our craft before pointing it out to the other three. “See that piece of wood?” I nod at it. “What of it, Lady?” Clytemnestra frowns. “Think you could hit it in one shot?” “Why?” Clytemnestra peers at it more closely, as though I may have spotted some danger about it. “I could!” Aristomache boasts. “Even from a raft on a river?” I ask. “From a cloud in a hurricane!” Clytemnestra has already chambered a shell and fires sending our craft gently spinning and blowing the wood to splinters and splashes. Eupraxia giggles, “I can top that!” Her own rifle comes out and she sights along the barrel for a dark speck in the water way off astern, aiming for a long moment as our craft bobs and turns before pulling the trigger and destroying whatever it may have been. That's solved the problem nicely. Centaurs consider markswomanship amongst the highest peaks of excellence and showing off their skills in this unique, and highly challenging setting is more than enough to take their minds off any distress they may have been feeling. Not to mention, cause me some. The motion of our raft grows increasingly erratic with the pronounced effect that three moving centaurs and their guns' recoil has on it over and above that of the river. Perhaps I didn't fully think this through. I've no interest in competing myself, of course. In other company I might go so far as to call myself a fair shot, but I know when I'm outclassed. Simply taking my ease as our craft drifts with the stream and my companions eventually exhaust their attention, and expendable ammunition I suppose, at their game. The hours roll on with the same inexorability as the river, as life itself. The hours roll on, and soon the days. We float ever farther from the mountains, through green jungle which in time thins, and sputters and vanishes altogether while we spend our days afloat and our nights in some secluded space of bank or another. One morning I wake to see a bright silver line on the distant horizon, quite invisible the night before. Much is made of it and with good spirits we set sail on what we think must be the final leg. Zoa is... Magnificent. I'd had some idea, some hint at least, from my first glimpse of the City on the Bridge. How could it not be? Now though, as I sorcerously guide our raft, our stout little servant these last few days toward the city I appreciate it fully. Its piers rise precipitously from the water, every one of stone carven in the shape of titanic monsters supporting the city herself, these beasts are of all shapes and kinds and kins, every one intertwined with its fellows, carved in stone stained green with long exposure to the waters around. The buildings of the city grow almost organically from their monstrous backs and shoulders. About most of the piers cluster small docks and jetties and ramshackle landings inexpertly built and entirely unmaintained. Most, it seems, are abandoned, mouldering away in the wet and wash of the lake along with the ancient boats tied to them, or incorporated rudely into their structure. I try to quell a feeling disquiet as I push the raft towards an obviously used, and usable marina. We can see activity on and around it. Small crafts, fishing boats and flat-bottomed barges with human women and men on their decks, and we can see centaurs here and there on the marina. We bump jarringly against the ancient wooden posts and planks of the marina and I hold our raft tight to it it, nuzzling clumsily against the wood while my companions gracelessly disembark. Some passers by, centaurs of course, help them scamper and scramble onto the marina and I vault assure with what I fondly imagine is impressive ease. Our loyal little raft drifts off, forgotten while Aristomache diverts the locals' questions and tries to divert the people themselves from our party. “Why'd you shoo them off?” I ask, genuinely curious now that she has made sure we're all alone. “What would you have me do? You,” she indicates Clytemnestra and me, “And we had a common destination, but I don't want to be surrounded with strangers the moment we arrive.” “They could've told us where we need to go... Or something... Where do we need to go? You've got a letter for this Grand Master woman?” We walk easily the paths of the marina and now find ourselves climbing long, shallow stair winding around the body of a serpentine seamonster as it climbs toward the city itself. The air smells of algae and impurities decayed in water and the stone under us is damp and slippy. All of that, however, is forgotten. Zoa is breathtaking. All of a sudden we are at street level, thrown instantly into a bustling pedestrian way hurry-scurrying between mighty gothic stone buildings looming up all about us. Every building is a thing of art where no whim or talent of mason or architect was ever denied. Every wall is a relief of carven images broken only by tall, dark stained glass and flying buttresses and leering grotesques. Ah, and the people! Centaurs, of course, all of them. I feel so obviously alien surrounded by them all. I cower close to Clytemnestra for fear of being trampled or swept away in the crowd. She lays her hand protectively on my shoulder. So many centaurs, the woman attractive, very, very shapely and less than half wearing any clothing. Everywhere I look my eyes are massaged by firm, smooth flesh, glossy dark coats, copper skin and round, tempting breasts. Men too, I've never seen male centaurs before, scarcely thought of them. They're taller than the women, for the most part, and mostly broader, too, more muscular, but sharing that same undeniable wildness of spirit in their eyes. None of them are clothed and for the most part their tails are little able to conceal their obvious intimidating maleness. Almost everyone around us, women and men alike have body piercings. Their ears, noses, nipples and more besides. I no longer wonder at Salmacis ponderous gold rings. “That's our way,” Aristomache points, I think west, the spiral stair and tall, strange buildings have cost me my sense of direction, “The Grand Master's palace is at the centre of the bridge.” So saying she leads us on. So many centaurs! Everywhere. I hold tight to Clytemnestra's hand, a little frightened. Clytemnestra asks after the city, “When was this built?” “I know not,” Aristomache shrugs without turning around, “My mother never said, if she knew. A long time, I think. You are coming to the palace? You could ask there.” “Are we?” My voice is small and soft against the constant background of rich, full centaur voices in the street and I have to repeat myself to be heard. Eupraxia looks down at me, surprised, “Are you not?” “I don't know... We were going the same way as you, but we don't have any... Any real plans here.” So we follow. Clytemnestra squeezes my hand and she keeps walking and so do I. As simple as that. I cannot begin to speculate how old this city may be, but with every new vista of it I grow more certain that no centaur built it. The doorways are too small – most modified, but obviously so. The statuary along the roads and the images carved into the walls do depict centaurs, but far less often than human women and men. And what centaur, I ask myself, would build a city requiring so many staircases? Stairs around the piers, stairs outside buildings, stairs, no doubt within all these tall edifices. Yet more stairs, now. They lead up to the cyclopean doors of the Palace and when we climb them a phalanx of centaurs swoop down on us, bringing us to a halt. Each of them has a long, bladed weapon like a cross between spear and lance, and each has a rifle scabbarded at her waist. “Far enough, citizens,” one says. She may be the leader, others seem to defer to her. Aristomache smiles warmly and I silently curse when the first words she speaks are, “We're strangers, not citizens.” I can't imagine that will win us any friends in these fierce, well armed, soldiers and my eyes automatically scan for the best escape route. “Be about your business, strangers,” the leader tells us, “This is the Palace of the Grand Master and you are not permitted within.” Aristomache keeps smiling innocently, “We carry a letter for the Grand Master. A letter from Zenaida the Fair, and I am Aristomache, daughter of Zenaida.” “Indeed?” the soldiers look her over closely, and look over each of us too, “And who are these others?” Aristomache introduces Eupraxia as her wife, and Clytemnestra and me as travelling companions from the east. The soldiers' leader converses briefly with one of her women and then nods at us. “You will come with me, Daughter of Zenaida.” So saying she leads Aristomache through the palace's great door and we follow, thankfully unmolested. Through the magnificent arched doorway and into a vast, echoing marble hall whose roof is supported by tree-like pillars with stone roots that spill out over the floor and branches which intertwine with the ribs of the distant, vaulted ceiling. Between the pillars are tall brightly painted statues of centaurs, each atop a black marble plinth. “See,” Aristomache singles one such statue from the others, “My mother, Zenaida.” Zenaida's statue shows her standing on four legs, one arm cradling an open book, the other raised as though orating. Her head is thrown back, her considerable bosom thrust forward over her book. “She was a poet?” I ask, remembering Salmacis' description. Aristomache nods, “The very finest poet and dramatist you may ever know.” “That she was,” the soldier speaks for the first time since ordering us follow her, “Her departure was a day of sadness for Zoa.” Presently we arrive at a waiting room where we are ordered to remain, and then left quite alone when the soldier closes the door behind her. Remain we do for about an hour, I think, interrupted only once when a boy, a centaur boy, brings us a gilded tray with four vast flagons of wine. Each one is two pints at least and I find myself holding mine, staring nervously at it. “Problem, lady?” asks Clytemnestra, already well on the way to defeating her own. “Do you think I have to drink it?” “Have to? Why? And why wouldn't you?” “I don't know... Maybe it'll offend them if I don't.” “Then do.” “If half of what you've told my about centaur booze is true, I doubt I'd survive the attempt.” I essay a mouthful and confirm my suspicions, it's a very potent, and in fact, rather unpleasant drink. I have a quick glance around to make sure no one is walking through the door and then transform it into water. I'm glad none of my companions notice either, they'd probably think it deeply wrong to waste alcohol like that. That brief crisis solved I'm still sober by the time another servant, this one a much older man dripping in gold chains and rings and piercings arrives. “Thank you for waiting, Daughter of Zenaida,” he starts, without introductions, “Her Grace will see you and your companions now.” “Excellent!” Aristomache moves to follow him and the rest of us tag after her until he stops us. “Her Grace will see the three of you,” he turns to me, looking down somewhat ambivalently, “However, she does not treat with your kind lightly. Quarters have been prepared for all of you and you must remain there until the audience is complete.” I stare at him for a moment before remembering myself, “How long...” “As long as her Grace wishes.” “Lady, if you...” I cut Clytemnestra off, “It's fine. I'll be here when you're finished.” I pat her hand fondly and smile at Eupraxia and Aristomache. I suppose this is only fair after I ditched them to stay with Salmacis. The old centaur leads them out of the waiting room and another figure enters immediately. A startlingly cute woman with rich, golden palomino colouration on her equine body matched by the pale skin and silver-white hair of her hominine half. “My apologies, ma'am, I'm sure you will not be separated long. Please, come with me and I will show you to your rooms.” She indicates for me to follow and I do, happily watching her sexy, shapely rump sway in front of me and stealthily trying to catch a glimpse under her long white tail. She's just the cutest thing ever, very petite, fine, almost elfin features and sparkling blue eyes. Her small, perky, excited breasts have a fine golden chain strung from pointed nipple to pointed nipple. “These rooms are yours for as long as you are staying with us,” she shows me into an exotically elegant room of veined red and white marble splashed all over with gold-leaf. I stand for a moment drinking it in. In the centre a huge mattress rests on the floor as centaurs like things, draped in fur and silk. Here a polished walnut writing desk, there a dark mahogany wardrobe. I wonder through a doorway into an adjoining room dominated by vast bath cut into the marble floor, a bath more than large enough for a centaur, or two. “Will there be anything else, ma'am? I'm instructed to provide anything you desire to make your stay as pleasant as possible.” “What's your name?” “Kallidora, ma'am.” “And you're to provide anything I desire?” “Yes ma'am.” “And should I desire Kallidora?” I trail my fingers softly down her warm flank, walking slowly along her body She flinches slightly at my touch, swallows breathlessly, smiles warmly, “Anything,” she purrs. I walk behind her, tracing my fingers across her broad, mouth-watering arse, “Anything,” I repeat, completing my circuit of her sexy body. 'Anything'. Ah, I know what I want of her! My red satin top floats to the floor, Kallidora catches her breath and eyes my naked chest hungrily even as a wriggle out of my skirt and then my pants too. She gasps, such a quick, cute sound, gasps at my revealed garden of pubic hair, staring openly, desirously, as I comb my fingers through that thick dark jungle. “You've never seen a human unclothed?” I ask, walking to the desk and kicking off my boots and socks on the way. “No ma'am.” “Never made love to a human?” “No ma'am.” “Mm, never,” I take up the silver chalice which sits next to the decanter on the desk, “tasted a human?” “No ma'am,” Such desire in her eyes, her voice, her body. Kallidora's sexy white tail is lashing back and forth and I smell the unmistakable scent of centaurs' lust in the air. She shivers as I approach her, the cup dangling loosely from my fingers. “Anything?” I ask, lightly grasping the sparkling golden chain between her erect nipples, pulling gently until she leans down and I can steal a brief, chaste kiss from her lips. “Anything!” a centaur's lust is powerful, all-consuming, irresistible, the poor girl must be crazy with need. I release the chain, “then taste.” The chalice is between my slightly spread thighs, the silver metal cool against my flushed skin. Cool and deliciously exciting. A trickle, just a little trickle flows from my engorged, wet lips. A little splash of pee flows into the chalice. I sigh, she gasps, I pee a little more, filling the metal cup while she watches, unblinking. I lift the cup, bring it to my lips and sip just a very little of my so-warm pee pee. “Taste,” I say, raising the chalice to her. My heart hammers, my sex burns with desire and excitement as she takes the cup from me, her fingers brushing mine, wrapping around the hot metal. “Anything,” she pants, lifting the cup to her lips. She drinks. She tips the cup filling her mouth with my piss, her eyes close and her throat moves, swallowing every drop, draining the chalice in one long, slow draught. My pee glistens on her slightly parted lips, she catches one last shining drop as it falls from the chalice's rim to her tongue and swallows greedily. My cunt yearns to be touched, teased into ecstasy by the erotic vision before me. Touch me she does. The now warm metal cup she presses to my hairy sex, her desire shouted without a single word. What can I do? I let myself go again, let myself fall again into the wonderful sensation of peeing in front of her. A jet of excited piss leaps from within my mass of dark hair, splashing noisily into the cup and throwing droplets over the edge until it is very swiftly filled again. Again she lifts it and there is no more erotic sight to my mind right now. Soft moist lips kiss the silver-white vessel and she tips it back, her head falling back too, drinking deeply. I stroke myself openly, running my fingertips over the centre of my lust while she drains that wicked cup. Her hooves sound suddenly, hard and loud on the marble floor, she is suddenly with me, bodily close. I snatch away the cup and drop it clattering to the ground, taking her hands in mine and pulling her to me to kiss those irresistible wet lips. Soft. Soft and warm and moist and intimate beyond thinking. All that a kiss can be. Kallidora's arms go around me, holding me, her skin is hot and soft and she smells bewitchingly of spice and flowers, but also of sweat and lust and woman. I step back and she forwards, I pull and she follows me. I throw myself backwards into the feather-soft embrace of the mattress and she is not a moment behind. Her hominine form looming over me, smiling like an angel as her long, sexy legs fold beneath her to the ground. I kiss her again, my arms around her neck pulling her to me as her hair falls all about us like a veil of white. We kiss and kiss and she giggles and brushes her hair aside and we kiss again. I hold her so tight, pulling her body to mine and throw my legs about her narrow waist, gasping when her eager, questing fingers sneak down to grope at my bum. I gasp and giggle and now sigh as those same fingers feel between my spread legs, combing through my hair and brushing deliciously over my wet, wanting, womanhood. She cannot help but notice and I cannot help but shiver and sigh when she does it again. “Ahh, good girl,” I quiver , shiver and wriggle my hips against her hand, tightening my grip around her with my legs. Her golden chain is hard and teasing pressed against my yielding bosom. I kiss her lips, her cheek, her jaw, I nip cheekily at her ear and purr my pleasure at the poems of lust her wanton, wonderful fingers are writing into the open pages of my sex. So good. So very good. Her hand is writing a climax into my cunt, building it moment by moment as I writhe beneath her. Her breath is hot on my face, her lips soft and open against mine and I kiss the mouth that drank my pee. I hold so tight about her, my arms and legs locked in an irresistible embrace while I rock my sex into her loving fingers. “Ohh, good girl, good girl... I'm almost there!” I buck against her fingers, she drives her thumb over my soaked petals and teases at my clit all the more, rubbing eager, exquisite pleasure into my most sensitive spot and I will her on, panting in time with her loving rhythm. Closer and closer still until, with a needful, hungry kiss of her lips I find my ecstatic peak, seizing her with every limb, holding on as she forces me into bliss. I hold her, I hold her... I fall back to the bed... I lie, panting, writhing, weakly and she kisses me softly. “That was... Mm, exquisite,” I purr. “Thank you. Mm! Thank you!” she licks her fingers greedily, smiling with joy. Ah, but she's just the cutest woman ever! She licks each finger in turn, grinning like the cat the got the cream and absolutely thanking me for letting her masturbate me like that. All of a sudden she turns and vanishes! Even as I wriggle and raise myself on my elbows she's back, though, that nasty, lovely cup in her hands and she's still grinning as she puts it between my legs. The cold metal rim makes me shiver. “May I have some more?” she beams, all big, bright eyes and lusty desire. There's not a soul alive who could deny her, so earnest, so sexy! She bites her lip, watching so closely as I piss for her, filling her silver goblet with my golden pee. Mm! I can barely stop myself now, barely keep from overfilling it. She lifts it to her lips again, panting in anticipation. So am I, so excited by the scene she plays out before me as I recline on my elbows, legs spread lewdly before her. Her mouth floods with my fresh pee and she swallows, eyes closed, savouring every moment. She looks down at me again, her eyes lock with mine and she leans over me one more, filling my vision. The cup, it's bright silver surface here and there bejewelled with droplets of urine, tips in her hand. It's still nearly full and she pours out the hot, aromatic contents. Pours it over my body. The wave of piss falls across my chest, splashing and sparkling all over my flushed, bare breasts, all down my body, pooling in my navel and running over my waist. “Kallidora!” I gasp, shocked and aroused and thrilled beyond thought. I can only gasp again as she descends upon me, kissing my wet body, licking me again and again. Kissing my soaked breasts, licking the lovely pee from my skin, nipping at my eager nipples and lapping the pool of piss in the middle of my tummy. I gasp and giggle and pant beneath her while she licks up every drop of pee-pee. And then... And then she takes another cupful from between my legs, and another, and another and does it all again! Her face is shiny and wet when she's finished. Droplets of pee cling here and there in her white hair. I kiss her so deep and long, hold her to my wet body, twine my fingers through her wet hair, lose myself in her erotic wonder. “You'll still do anything for me?” I sigh between kisses. She nods eagerly, “Anything!” “You'll pee for me? Pee for me and let me drink too?” She beams excitedly, “Of course!” nodding and snatching up the silver goblet. “No,” I admonish her, taking the cup from her hands and casting it away, I will drink from the source!” She leaps up as though galvanised, clapping excitedly and chattering her eager consent. In a trice she's facing away from me and that cute, round arse of hers is above me, coming down, and down, and down while I scramble out from under her. She settles herself on the mattress, bum sticking up slightly and I settle behind her, cross-legged. Who could ever get tired of seeing an aroused centaur's womanhood? Not I. Never! I mover her restless, fidgety tail aside and gave longingly at her wet, quivering cunt. Spread and ready it glistens before me in the middle of her golden behind. The smell is overpowering, I can feel the heat on my face as I lean in. Her little peehole is just visible, winking within her womanly folds and I give it a lick, making her flinch. I warn her, “Just a little! Just a little, I don't want to waste a drop!” She giggles and I press my face into her big, wet sex, opening my lips for her to pee in my mouth. She does. Ah! So hot, so hot and so wet and strong and so much! I sputter and gasp and her piss splashes all over my face! “Again. Just a little!” Again she does, slower this time, with less force. My mouth fills with her strong, hot urine, fills full very quickly and she stops peeing. I swallow that big gulp of pee, shivering with intimate thrills of pleasure and wrongness. “More! I demand. Sealing my mouth to her cunt again I'm rewarded with another deep draught of her heady, womanly wee. She fills my mouth perfectly and knows just when to stop, letting me swallow the hot liquid and then giving me more. Her tail swishes excitedly over my shoulder, across my naked back as I drink gulp after gulp from her bladder. Her hot, salt-bitter urine flows down my throat, mouthful by mouthful, minute by minute. My hand extends beneath her, between her sexy, spread thighs and finds her nipples. Oh my! Another chain, another fine little chine is strung between hoops pierced through her equine nipples. I joyously drink from her cunt and play with her firm, big, tips. Kallidora sighs so sweetly at every gentle tug on her piercings and fills my mouth with pee. So much hot piss. She has so much for me and I drink so much, I never want to stop, but presently, I have to. I have to stop, leaning against her firm, sexy thigh, I sigh happily. My stomach is sloshy and full of her pee-pee, so full! My face is wet and drippy and my mouth tastes of centaur pee, it is a good taste! “Enough,” I manage, weakly. She looks at me fondly, “Already? But I'm not done,” she pouts. “Oh, but I am! I can't drink another drop!” She giggles and so do I while she turns about and kisses away the wetness on my face. “Just go,” I urge her. She looks worried, “Go?” “Mm... Just go. Go all over the floor, loet it all go.” Understanding dawns and, though she looks askance for a moment, she complies peeing all over the marble floor. The sound is sexy and exciting, the stream of yellow pee cascades from behind her, hitting the hard floor and splashing everywhere while a big puddle grows around her hooves. “Thank you,” I say, when she's done, “You'd best run along now. I don't know how long that audience might take and we don't want to be caught like this.” She looks upset, but nods slowly, “What about that?” she asks, pointing at the puddle off pee she's made on the floor. “What about it?” I ask, feigning nonchalance, “Along with you now. I'm sure you have things to do... But! But I think I will ask you to attend me again soon, if you don't mind?” “Anything!” she giggles. She's so cute! She trots off, leaving me alone in the big, empty room and I think I will definitely have to see her again! Still, I really don't know how long I may have before my companions are done with their audience and I don't really want to be found naked on the bed in front of a puddle of piss. Standing I banish the accumulated be from my body and gather my clothes. Oh! I can't resist! I soak my knickers in the big pool off pee Kallidora left, and then pull them on, all wet and sloppy and sexy. Ah! The sudden cold wetness around my nethers sends a frisson thrilling deliciously through my body. Mm, that feels so good! Her pee runs down my thighs and soaks into my pubic hair. I finish dressing, my knickers still wet with her pee and then magically banish the puddle. So wet! My clammy thighs bind against one another and my wet knickers squish so viscerally at the crux of my legs, my bum as soaking in pee. I perhaps could have thought this through a little better, my skirt is very quickly wet too, a definite dark patch spread above where it touches my knickers. With some sadness I dry myself off with a touch of magic. It felt nice and so sexy, but I really don't want to be seen like that... Well, not by most people. I really wish I'd not sent Kallidora away so soon. It's more than an hour before I hear hoofsteps in the corridor outside my rooms, more than an hour I might have spent making love to her, rather than just thinking about the same. It's not Kallidora who has come to summon me, alas. The old man with all the gold chains knocks on my door and bids me follow him. “Where are we going?” “Her Grace the Grand Master will see you,” he says, not quite answering my question. “Why?” “In Zoa it's not our custom to demand explanations for the Grand Master's instructions.” “Well, I thought it wasn't her custom to talk to the likes of me, either.” He looks down at me unkindly, I don't think he likes me much, “It is not, you are given a rare honour.” “Good for me. Will my friends be there?” “Enough questions, we are here.” He's lead me through increasingly grand and opulent spaces until we find ourselves before an almighty set of gold-leafed double doors, on which he knocks. Without waiting for a response he opens one and enters, I follow since I think I'm supposed to. “The Sorceress, your Grace.” Wonderful. I bet Clytemnestra's behind this. I was expecting a throne room, but this is nothing like one. It's a grand, but homey sitting room appointed with a great many mirrors on each wall, and much very fine furniture of dark, polished wood. There are two other people in the room besides me and my guide. One, so obviously Grand Master Kallisto stands to greet me. She's not terribly tall for a centaur, with a handsome, smiling face and clever brown eyes. She has an elaborate gold filigree choker around her neck set with opals and both of her brown nipples are pierced with ruby rings. Her coat and hair are rich, chocolate brown and her skin just one shade lighter. The other woman doesn't stand. In fact, her hominine torso is stooped like a vulture with a bad back and she barely seems to notice my arrival. Kallisto dismisses my guide with all the chains and greets me by name, “Welcome to my city. I am Kallisto.” “Thank you,” I bow and hope that's appropriate. She motions to a big cushion on the floor because centaurs don't have chairs in their palaces, “Be at ease and talk with us a while. This is Chloe, my sorceress.” “Sister,” I say respectfully, nodding my head before sitting. Kallisto settles herself to the floor again, an excited expression rolling over her face, “We have much to discuss.”

Chapter 5 - Minerva

CHAPTER V 'MINERVA' I've learned a great deal in the five weeks Clytemnestra and I have been working at the Crossed Staves. With my magic I find I can alter or maintain most of the simple properties of things around me. Things like temperature, state, mass, the wavelength of light and sound. These things are just numbers to me now, numbers I can rewrite at will, provided I have physical contact. More advanced magic, real spells still elude me, but I feel powerful, moreso than I probably should, but perhaps, less? Even these simple tricks can be used in a huge number of ways. Yes, my magical studies have advanced in their own slow way, but perhaps more importantly I find I now feel as though I understand the world I'm living in. There is no sickness here, and little illness. No parasites, no fleas or bed bugs or their kind, nor viruses and harmful bacteria. Or at least, if those things exist, they do not cause diseases. With no moon, the tides are slight and the seasons mild. Crops may be grown year round, at least, in this part of the world. The thrusting, muscular mountains against which Pyre Silver is built are overflowing with valuable metals and minerals, especially the silver for which this city is named. In this world, there is no religion! The very concept is unknown – no one has ever thought to postulate gods and monsters. Aniviv, who is well educated, could barely understand the questions I put to her on the subject, and seemed to write them off as the bizarre sort of ideas one should naturally expect from a sorceress. That explains something that I had not realised had been bothering me. Unconsciously I think I had noticed it. No temples or shrines in the city. No-one ever prayed, or swore, or or even mentioned prayers or gods. I asked Aniviv, by far the best educated person on the staff, how people explained the things they don't understand, she thought the question was silly, things which people don't understand cannot be explained yet. No sickness, no gods, no shortage of food or land or materials... Yet for all that there is still war, and crime. It just goes to show that human nature is the same here, mostly. Avarice is not to be sated no matter how abundant the things we crave are. I call it a good thing. Desire is what drives civilisation, and what drives individuals. That's something that comes home to me very personally today! Clytemnestra and I are eating spicy beef soup in the taproom, watching the early lunchtime customers when Ti approaches us. “Miss.. Er... Miss Juno and Miss Isis want to see you both,” Ti tells us. “Did they say what about?” I'm a little worried, wondering if I've done something wrong. We've barely seen either of the sisters since our memorable 'interview' five weeks ago. “No. Just, can I go fetch you when you're done eating?” Clytemnestra stands up, “Of course.” Ti leads us through into the sisters' apartment and to the same little parlour where we had played with the sisters that first day. She knocks on the door, but doesn't enter when it opens. One of the sisters, and I still cannot tell them apart (save by taste!) bids us sit and offers us sweet white wine in crystal glasses. The other speaks next, “How are you both settled in?” “Very nicely, lady, very comfortable,” Clytemnestra replies, and sips her wine. “Mm. Nice to have a roof over my head again,” I add. “Excellent! Juno and I couldn't be happier with your work,” ah, so this must be Isis in green satin today, and that is Juno in blue, “The place is as well ordered as it's ever been, haven't had a real brawl since you started.” “Better, even. Some of the nobility like to go slumming once in a while and they've latched onto the Crossed Staves since they think it's safer than the competition,” enthuses Juno. “Swimming in money,” adds Isis happily. Juno becomes more serious, “Only one dark spot on the horizon.” “Nasty is what I'd call it,” says Isis, “Extortion!” “Blackmail,” Juno. “Vendetta,” Isis. “What is?” I ask, worried. “Those scoundrels you replaced,” says Juno. Isis exclaims, “Scoundrels is the word! We told you they were doing other work besides?” “Thuggery, hired muscle,” Juno clarifies. “Yes?” “Well,” says Isis, “It was worse than that! Mixed up in the Half Feather, they were.” Juno sees our puzzled looks and explains, “Criminal gang, bastards to a woman.” “They paid us a visit this morning,” Isis goes on, “Tried to take a slice of our pie.” Juno nods, “Tried to intimidate us! Cheek!” “Of course, we didn't get where we are today by being intimidated,” Isis points out. “And we didn't stay where we are today by not having hired muscle of our own.” I have a feeling I know where this is going. This 'Half Feather' doesn't sound very threatening, as a name, but then, if the gang itself is, it can probably get away with a soft sounding name. Besides, Clytemnestra and I are only two people, one of them not one tenth the sorceress she's supposed to be. How are we supposed to fight gangsters? “Obviously,” Isis continues, “there'll be a little something extra in it for you, since this is a little over what we hired you for.” “Not to mention our own significant gratitude,” Juno adds, less than subtly. “Say no more,” Clytemnestra says, “We've no more love for banditry inside city walls than we have for it in the wilds.” How my face isn't showing raw horror I can't imagine, “What... What exactly is it you want us to do?” I ask, trying to keep my voice businesslike. “Warn them off,” says Isis. Juno adds, “We don't really care how.” “Folks don't tell us how to do our job and we don't believe in telling folks how to do theirs,” concludes Isis. “Commendable attitude,” Clytemnestra reckons, “It does you credit. Although we will need a little more to go on. Where does this Half Feather operate from? Who is in charge, do you know?” “If we knew that we'd tell the Prince and scoop the bounty on their heads,” Juno points out, reasonably. Isis carries on the thread, “And the same for where they hole up, I think it's part of being criminals.” “The two who were here this morning said they'd be back tomorrow, same time for our answer,” explains Juno. “I don't think either of us is cut out for following them back to their lair,” I point out – I'm the only light skinned woman I've seen in this city and Clytemnestra is nearly nine feet tall and partially a horse – blend in we do not. “That's not what I was going to suggest. As Isis said, we don't tell people how to do things, but I suppose if you were to make one of them, for example, explode, the other might convey the message back to her masters...” “Explode!” I splutter. “Or whatever you think best,” Juno permits. Isis jumps in, “Not explode, please, we're rather fond of the carpets here.” “That's true, not explode, but something sufficiently nasty that anyone who hears about it would not want to cross your employer,” Juno looks hopefully at me. “I... I promise I won't make anyone explode,” I manage, truthfully. “That's settled then!” the sisters clap excitedly. Our shift in the ordinary passes quietly. Normally I'd be glad of that, but I could really use something to take my mind off of tomorrow. That night in our room Clytemnestra slips a hand around me, cupping a breast as I lie against her warm, hard body. She is obviously desiring sex and for the first time I do not leap at the chance. I take her hand in both of mine and hold on tight, hugging it to me as we lie on her bed. I take comfort from simple physical contact. “Worry will kill you, lady,” she says kindly, stroking my hair. “I can't stop, though. What am I going to do tomorrow!?” “You'll think of something. You could... I don't know. You can set fire to things. Do that.” “I have to be touching them, and it takes a while even then. Besides, you remember what Isis said about the carpet?” “That's what you're worried about?” “No! Oh... You know... Couldn't we just shoot them?” I suddenly realise what I'm thinking, “And how can I just... Just lie here and think up ways to kill someone?” “They're bad people.” “That's not how it works. You don't just have good people here and bad people there and it's okay to kill those ones.” “Sometimes it is. What about Lecto.” “That was different. She was... Well, I don't even know what she was about to do, but she was going to kill us! She said it, it was her or us.” “Ah, now we understand your morality. Your life, oh, and mine, must be protected, but the lives of strangers can just blow in the wind.” “That's not what I mean.” “No, I don't think it is what you mean, but it's what you said. Tomorrow, when we stand against the Half Feather's women, we will not be protecting you or me, but we will be protecting Isis and Juno, and a lot of other people we never will meet, but who are worth just as much as us, or them. Or may we let them suffer just because they were foolish enough not to meet us and become our friends and lovers?” “That... Still doesn't make it okay to kill people.” “You're a strange lady. Your heart is both too soft and too hard. But while it is so, point perhaps the hard part toward the evil and the soft part toward their victims?” “I... don't know how! And I still don't know how I'm supposed to do anything tomorrow!” “I often find that, having fallen asleep on a problem, I awake on a solution... and since you sleep so damned long, I expect you to have an excellent solution come morning. Clear?” I don't think I'll ever fall asleep, but of course I do eventually, curled up naked against Clytemnestra's large body. I awake tangled in my thin blanket and alone on her bed. Ominously Clytemnestra is a few feet away, cleaning our guns, the thin, sweet smell of gun oil is in the air and she smiles happily as I stretch. “Has a solution presented itself in the night?” she asks. I think about that for a long moment, “I'm going to have to wing it.” “See, I told you.” I should have expected her to think that's a good idea, that's her life's philosophy! I dress in the plain white clothes that I first had, I've not worn them since Lecto's house, but it seems appropriate. They are fresh and clean from the laundry, but of course, Clytemnestra is still hanging on to my knickers, so I wear the pair I took from Kyani. I should wear other people's knickers more often, it's fun. Presently, we meet the sisters in their parlour. Isis and Juno both seem a little surprised at my appearance, this is the first time they've seen my wear anything but red. Clytemnestra intends to wait just outside the parlour, since her presence would likely give the game away. I am very disturbed to see her go, and when the door closes behind her I feel very, very alone. One of the sisters, I still cannot tell them apart, asks me if I'm ready. “As I'll ever be.” “What does that mean.” “I... uh, I really don't like hurting people.” “Well I should think not. No right-thinking person does like hurting people.” “Outside the bedroom,” adds her sister, and they share a glance. Before I can deal with that, one of the servants knocks on the door. That's the sisters' cue to leave, which they do through the other door, following Clytemnestra. I summon the servant inside, he hands me a small pasteboard card and introduces two women as Miss Leah and Miss Dinah. The card belongs to Leah Merroa. Both are clearly dangerous sorts of people. They carry themselves with utter confidence, contempt written on their faces. They are wearing conservative, probably fairly expensive dresses over hard, athletic bodies. Leah has a short sword around her waist and Dinah has a metal truncheon. “Good morning,” says Dinah, brightly as the servant retreats, “Who're you?” she glares at me. My heart hammers in my chest as I stand, I feel my hand tremble with nerves and adrenaline as I extend it toward Leah, who is closest. “Good morning,” I say, offering my hand, “I'm here to negotiate terms for the sisters.” Leah takes my hand automatically and I change her body's temperature to well over boiling point. She screams horribly and I throw her hand from my own, my palm and fingers burned by the contact! Leah collapses on the floor, shrieking in agony, Clytemnestra bursts through the doors, sword drawn. It's the most horrible thing I've ever seen, Leah's death takes at least half a minute, writhing, screaming, wailing on the floor as Dinah and I stare in shock. Finally, her red, blistered body lies still, steam flowing freely from her eyes and mouth. Dinah looks between the body, and me, and Clytemnestra's naked blade. Clytemnestra sheaths it now, but keeps her hand near the hilt. “Those are our terms,” she says, cooly. Dinah looks at me and I decide I'd better shift the light reflecting from my eyes into the red spectrum, just in case. She instantly looks away, frightened. Clytemnestra goes on, “The Crossed Staves is our house, and it is protected. The half Feather made a mistake coming here, and it will be its last.” “What... what do you mean?” Dinah stammers. “Tell us where we can find the head.” “What!?” Clytemnestra glances at me and I raise my hand, finger pointed at Dinah's chest. “Tell us!” she demands, “Tell us who is in charge.” Dinah looks at me, at Leah's steaming corpse, and gives in. It's almost impossible in fact to shut her up. She tells us everything she knows, the Half Feather's leaders, its bases of operation, it's businesses, even history. When she's done Clytemnestra gives her a handful of money and tells her to leave the city and not come back if she knows what's good for her. “Are you sure it was wise to let her go, Clytemnestra? There's every chance she'll go straight back to her mistress, tell her what happened and we'll both be killed in our sleep.” “I doubt it. The girl's scared out of her little mind, besides, her mistress can't kill us in our sleep if she dies today.” Clytemnestra opens the parlour doors and invites the sisters back in, saying that everything's safe now. They eye the poached body on the floor with distaste. “Those two won't bother you again, ladies, but we're going to need the night off tonight.” “What for, what happened?” one of the sisters asks. Clytemnestra points at the body, “Her friend was very talkative. We're going to cut the head off this snake, to make sure no-one else comes looking for victims here or anywhere else. The head of the Half Feather is Minerva Kanna. Heard of her?” Both sisters nod emphatically, “Everyone knows Lady Kanna, fabulously wealthy, sleeps on a pile of money ten feet deep I shouldn't wonder.” “Rumour is she owns half the knocking shops in the city,” says one. “And fond of sampling her own wares,” volunteers the other, “They say her first wife used to be an employee.” “They don't say it to her face,” the other adds, “People who get on her wrong side tend to be unlucky. Like her first wife, for example. Not a huge leap from there to things more shady, sill.” “Don't worry about a thing, this time tomorrow the Half Feather will be a memory,” Clytemnestra smiles broadly, but for the first time it doesn't reach her eyes. She and I give the sisters assurances that I don't fully feel and we return to our room. “Pack your things, lady.” Clytemnestra is even now packing hers, putting everything she owns into her magic bags, and then starting on mine when I dither. “We're leaving?” “Of course we're leaving...” she looks at me with feeling, “I'm sorry. I thought we could stay a little longer too, but that's life.” “But what about the sisters, and this Kanna woman?” “Oh, we're going to slit her throat, and the Half Feather will be stirred up nicely for, ooh, up to a week! Good for us. Then someone else will take the lead and their first order of business will be to kill her killers, which is us if you've not been following.” “So we just, just run away?” “Walk, but yes. Time to move on, the horizon's not getting any closer while we sit still, you know.” “Seems like a... Mean thing to do.” Clytemnestra laughs and strokes my hair, “To whom? Mean to ditch Isis and Juno, or mean to assassinate Lady Kanna?” “Er... I meant the first one.” “But killings not?” “You know how I feel about that.” “About as well as you do, which is garbled and confusing.” “That doesn't make much sense.” “Nor do you,” she kisses me on the top of my head, “But I like you anyway.” When we've packed we drop our bags through the window and then leave by the back door, carrying only our weapons. We tell the sisters that we're going to deal with Lady Kanna, but deliberately give no hint that we do not intend to return! Once we've collected our bags we go to a market and waste a few hours buying provisions of the kind likely to survive on the road, and enjoy a long, leisurely lunch of the kind we won't see again outside of civilisation. Lady Kanna's house is grand and large, there can be no doubt that she's as wealthy as advertised. Clytemnestra and I walk slowly, innocently even, along the road to get a good look at the place. It, and all the neighbouring houses are four-story brick buildings with large glass windows that overlook the small, woody park across the road. After our pass we veer into the park. “Are you ready?” Clytemnestra asks. “As I'll ever be,” my heart is thumping and I'm not at all happy, but it's got to be done. We owe the sisters that much for all they've done for us. I give Clytemnestra my guns and my pack. I compose myself as best I can and make a show of confidence as I stride to Kanna's door and pull the bell. It rings deep within the house and the door opens very quickly, revealing a conservatively dressed butler. “Yes, madam?” I smile pleasantly and present Leah's pasteboard card, “Good afternoon, I wish to see Lady Kanna, my card.” The butler takes it automatically. “It is a matter of some importance,” I tell her. “Very good, madam. If you would care to step inside I shall inform her Ladyship that you are here.” She leads me into a sitting room and departs with the card while my panicked mind runs over the myriad things that might go wrong, or may have gone wrong already. Dinah had said she'd never been here, and I see no reason why Leah would have, but I still fear the butler might know what Leah looks like, and that I am not she. Moreover, I am afraid that I won't be able to kill Lady Kanna silently and make my escape undetected. And now I'm worrying that I can so casually plan to kill a stranger and I'm worrying that I should feel something other than nervous. The butler returns in less time than it feels and says that Lady Kanna will see me now. I stand and, after she's frisked me thoroughly I follow her, clasping both hands tightly behind my back to keep them from shaking. I'm shown into a handsome marble-floored study. Who can only be Lady Kanna is sitting behind an ornate gold-leafed desk. She's still a good looking woman, for all that she must be fifty at least, imperious looking, both stern and wise and still very bedable, I should say. Though right now she looks very angry. As soon as the door is closed behind me she demands, “Who are you, girl?” “I... I'm a messenger,” I stammer, voice quaking in genuine fear, “From the Crossed Staves.” “Are you!? And where are my women?” She's frighteningly angry and I cannot even meet her eye, I almost stumble back as I mentally bind a temperature-maintaining spell to my body. “They... Well, um... One of them, I mean... One is dead and I don't know where the other is,” I rush out in a mostly not-fake timid voice. Lady Kanna leaps to her feet and in the same moment I throw myself forward in a wild rugby tackle, sliding over the desk and seizing her about the middle even as I void her body of all heat! She shatters instantly and I land crumpled and bruised amid splinters of her chair and shards of her body! I'm shaking all over and hurting quite badly from where I hit the chair, and the floor and wall too in my wild lunge, but I cannot stop. I haul the sash window open and spring out, dialling my mass way down until air resistance is sufficient to let me float gently to the ground two stories below. The moment my feet hit the ground I'm haring into the park and the little woody thicket where Clytemnestra awaits. It's less than two minutes from when I saw Lady Kanna to when I see Clytemnestra, but it feels like an hour, or a second, I don't know. The moment she catches sight of me she seizes me bodily and is galloping the length of the park until, very soon, she puts me down and we emerge again into the streets, a quarter-mile or so from Lady Kanna's house and heading swiftly east, toward the city gates. Once outside Pyre Silver we leave the road almost immediately. It runs east toward Pyre Huntingbird and is the obvious route for any fugitives. Clytemnestra and I resolve to stay off the road for a day or two. Of course, the chance that anyone might follow is is slim, but even a slim chance is a chance. We head north-east amongst the rolling foothills of the mountains, and avoiding the farmed land around the road. “Do you think we did the right thing, Clytemnestra?” To put it mildly, it's been a rough day and my mind is barely catching up. “Yes. And for more than one reason. We should not have stayed in the city much longer than we did. I meant what I said, we cannot see the whole world through the window of one ordinary, no matter how shapely the proprietors.” “But just... Just running off like this.” “They're grown girls, they'll manage. Do you not feel good to be abroad again?” I say nothing for a good long while, pondering that question. I do feel bad about betraying the sisters' trust. Alright, I accept that. Now, compartmentalise that and ask myself, how do I feel about the present, and future? The air is warm and calm, lush green grass grows on the gentle hills that mark the boundary between the farmed plains and the true foothills of the mountain range to our west. Clytemnestra is beautiful and holding my hand. The mountains are just far enough away to be picturesque, rather than imposing. My lady and I have a whole world to explore, and Pyre Silver is one small city. “I suppose I do,” and I mean it, “And you're right, any longer and I'd have been as desperate to get moving as you.” “Ah... You almost understand, I see.” “Go on? What do I understand?” “Almost. I say you almost understand. We trust the future to provide for us.” “Well... I suppose. I'm not quite as comfortable as you about it, but yes, it seems to be working so far.” And it is. Clytemnestra's fairly passive philosophy does seem to work for her, and for me so far, in this world. “We trust the future,” she goes on, “But this is half only. The past must be able to trust us to pass on our bounties.” “What does that mean?” “We trust the future to provide what we need, and it does. In turn we must not hold on to anything given us overlong. All things that the future once provided us, wealth, comfort, shelter, love, we must be ready to give to the past, when the time comes.” I consider this for a moment. “What about us? Will you just... Just 'give us to the past'?” Clytemnestra squeezes my hand in hers, “When the time comes, we will both know it. We will both be richer for the love we shared, and ready for the future. Until that time, and I think it will be a long time coming, until that time drink your wine, love your woman and trust time to provide tomorrow.” We walk silently for maybe half a mile while I consider that. Clytemnestra does not disturb me. She knows me well enough to know I need time to think. I cannot imagine a time when I'll think it right to leave her. I'm not sure I could do it even if I did think so. Impulsively I squeeze her hand tighter and try to think of what the future might provide, not what I might loose. “You know... I do love you. You know that, right?” “I know it well, Lady. As well as you know I love you,” she smiles down at me, oh, that smile. “I love you so, so much. I always will” “Then we are of a common heart.” “We'll cross the mountains,” I say, as decisively as I know how, “You spoke of passes to the west. That is the way we'll go.” I've no reason to choose one way over another, I am placing all my trust in the idea that the future will provide.. “So be it, Lady.” We turn more northwards until we are walking in line with the mountains to our left. They march north until the horizon takes them. Muscular, rounded mountains capped with snow. We are walking along the crest of one of innumerable gentle whalebacked hills and here and there before us we can see silver thread streams of glacier water flowing from the mountains and out into the plains to our east. Somewhere out there is the route west through the high pass. “Though you may regret your choice when we are nearer,” she goes on, “I don't doubt it is quite cold in the high passes, and neither of us has suitable clothing.” “I thought centaurs don't wear clothes.” “I think everyone does when it's cold enough.” Clytemnestra only wears her tight leather halter top to keep her breasts still, but I suppose she's right, cold enough and even people as large as centaurs will feel the chill. “Don't worry about it, I can keep us warm. I'm not the most powerful sorceress who ever lived.. Not yet, anyway, but even I can stave off the cold.” “And there are always other ways to keep warm.,” she laughs saucily. “Oh, hush you,” I let go her hand and give her a swift slap on the bottom, “We should try and put as much space between us and the city as possible tonight before getting... Distracted.” “Right!” She exclaims, putting on a stern, serious face and crossing her arms, “No distractions. I am the perfect model of concentration.” She's mocking me and I know it. “Hey, Clytemnestra?” “What?” I say nothing. “What is it, lady?” She looks down at me, puzzled for a moment before she sees the dark patch spreading over the front of my red skirt and laughs happily. Pee runs down my legs, and soaks into my skirt. It makes my thighs catch and rub excitingly together as we walk. Clytemnestra reaches down and rubs the wet fabric just over my pissing cunt and I let her for only a moment before pushing her hand away. “No. you are the model of concentration, remember.” She puts on a sulky face and licks the fingers that'd touched my wet patch. “You have a cruel streak, you know that, lady?” “Anticipation, my love. Better than the moment, or the memory. Savour it, and think of what you might do with me tonight.” “Oh, I can think of plenty, just you wait.” So can I, but for now I am actually quite content just to walk with Clytemnestra, and enjoy her company and my wet pants. It's been entirely too long since I enjoyed the simple pleasure of wetting myself. Any wonder I don't like cities, where one cannot have a moment's privacy to go for a walk with piss soaked knickers? We walk on. Clytemnestra often glances down at my wet skirt, so do I, for that matter. Sometimes we talk, more often we don't, just content to be with one another, no words are necessary. I don't know exactly what time we left Pyre Silver, early afternoon or so. We walk for a good three hours before our first break. Clytemnestra has a little snooze and I just have a sit down for a little while. I won't let us tarry any longer, though and we press on for another good while until the sun is close to setting and I for one really don't much feel like walking any farther. We're in a small valley by the side of one of the little mountain streams where the water flows cold and clear and is rather wonderful for weary feet. It's a pleasure just to sit on the lush grass with my back leaning against Clytemnestra's equine chest and my feet in the cool water and watch the sky slowly purpling. The sense of many miles covered, the smell of wood smoke and the feel of dinner settling in my stomach is just perfect. I remark on the fact to Clytemnestra and she says she has something that might make things even better. With the air of a conjurer performing a particularly special trick she produces a bottle of white wine from one of her bags. “One last taste of civilisation?” she asks. She pulls the stopper from the bottle and takes a long draught before handing it to me. The wine is slightly tart and, I think, very strong, but not at all unpleasant and I drink deeply before handing it back. “Clytemnestra... What is it you look for in a woman?” She drinks before answering, “What I look for? What makes you think I look. It's not how I choose to live. So many wonderful women out there, I'll not bind myself to specifics.” “But still, even if you don't... Don't bind yourself...” she passes the bottle back and I have a little more wine, “Even then, there must be some qualities that you find more attractive than others?” “That's a different question. I confess a soft spot for the scholar,” she absolutely ruffles my hair, “Someone who laughs at my jokes and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. And someone who can be romantic too. Can't forget that.” I'm not sure how fully I fit those requirements, but it's something to work on. Funny thing, I've always had a weakness for romance, but never been really able to pull it off myself. “What about physically?” I wonder, “What' does a really sexy woman look like to your mind?” “Ah, but there are so many choices.” “And nothing jumps out? Nothing floats into view when you close your eyes?” After a while, and a drink Clytemnestra does come up with something, “There's a great deal to be said for a really nice bum.” “I'd have to agree with that,” I add thoughtfully. “Mm, yes. A well toned bum. Plump and glossy with a long tail and a big wet honeypot in the middle.” I suppose that shouldn't surprise me, but we were imagining two different things, there. Not that I can disagree with Clytemnestra at all, that does sound nice. It must be very strong wine because by the time we've drunk half the bottle between us I have a distinct buzz in my head and I'm ready for a little devilment. Clytemnestra hands the half empty bottle back to me for my turn at drinking and I stand, shaking water from my feet. “Where're you going?” she asks, puzzled. “To top up the bottle.” I wander 'round behind her and move her tail out of the way. I enjoyed red wine mixed with Kyani's pee and I see no reason my white mixed with Clytemnestra's could be any less fun. “Now top it up, there's a good girl,” I add, kneeling down behind the sexy centaur's rump. Clytemnestra flinches slightly as the mouth of the bottle touches her secret place and I can't resist the temptation to stroke it up and down along her lips a couple of times until the trickle starts. All of a sudden the trickle is a stream and I work to catch as much as I can in the narrow mouth of the bottle. There's far too much of course and the bottle is almost instantly full! I'm almost instantly soaked too, of course. The powerful stream striking my chest square on and then gradually moving down my tummy and playing over my lap as the pressure drops. I hang around until the last drips are running down her lips and then carry the hot bottle back to her. It is hot, so hot in my hands, and wet all over, just like me. I sit down again, leaning against her and letting my wet clothes stick to my body. Her arms fold around me as I raise the bottle to my lips and drink. It is good. Clytemnestra's flavour is stronger than Kyani's, lending the hot watery wine a subtle, exotic savour. I pass the bottle up to her. “Mm, warm,” she purrs, taking it. I watch her drink of it. I watch her lips touch the bottle in the fading light, her throat moves as she swallows. It's an experience made intensely erotic not by the sight itself, but by the knowledge of what she is doing. What we do, for our pleasure, between ourselves is harmless and objectively, even a little silly. But objectivity has no place in it. My mind, every instinct of my culture and the social norms imprinted on me throughout my whole life tell me that it is wrong, and that makes it sexy. I've wondered at it before, but I do not argue with it. Our special wine vanishes fast, both of us greedy for our turn to drink. When there's but a mouthful left I stand and make to tip it into Clytemnestra's waiting mouth. She gasps when, at the last moment, I instead pour it over her bare breasts and lick it all up. Her fingers fumble over my clothes, undoing fastenings and riding me of the wet fabric until only my lacy red knickers remain. “Eek!” I squeal in surprise as her strong hands seize me about the middle and effortlessly lift me high above the ground so she can lick my wet pants. As though I weigh nothing she holds me there, my legs kicking at empty space and sucks noisily at my crotch until I apologise for my trickery with the wine, whereupon she consents to put me down. Clytemnestra laughs merrily, white teeth flashing in the dim light. “Not funny.” “Oh, lady, I think it is.” She leans forward and licks me from navel to chin, licking up her pee which had soaked through my clothes. “Ah, but maybe I should apologise?” So saying she kisses me gently on the lips. Now her hands are on my shoulders, a gentle, irresistible pressure which forces me down, she has me lay back in the long, lush grass and her body follows mine. Her hands flow down my body, across my breasts, encircling my waist and the slowly drawing my knickers down and off. “Clytemnestra...” I whisper her name as I feel her breath against my centre. Cool night air caresses my damp body, heightening every sensation. The soft grass and rich dark earth mould to my body, supporting me all over. Clytemnestra's hands massage my thighs, spread my legs until I am utterly open before her. Defenceless. My hands take hers a moment before I feel her lips kiss my tenderness. She holds my small hands in hers as she licks gently through my spread, waiting flower. I cannot help but sigh. One by one the stars are coming out above me and Clytemnestra's tongue strokes my sex. Long, slow loving licks drawing such pleasure through me to a gathering place at apex of my womanhood. She blows a gentle stream of cool air across my sensitive clit making me gasp and writhe. My heart pounds and my body tenses in anticipation of her touch there, but it doesn't come. Now her mouth traces the outline of my outer lips, up and down, up and down again and then a tiny, sharp pain as she gently pulls on a few hairs with her lips. Just enough to edge me back from the precipice of pleasure and start the whole slow process over again. Soft sighs escape me and Clytemnestra's mouth makes little bolts of pleasure run through my overheated sex. The anticipation is overwhelming as she works closer and closer to my little clitty. So close now I can feel her lip almost there! My body is writhing in the grass, automatically trying to force my needy quim against Clytemnestra. Finally her tongue strokes my clit and I am at the very brink of ecstasy. Again and again she licks at my most sensitive spot and my hips respond without me, rising to her touch, forcing more contact, more pleasure. "Oh, my! Oh, yes! I'm coming, Clytemnestra! Clytemnestra! Yes! Oh, oh, oh, yes! I'm coming for you, Clytemnestra! Clytemnestraaaa!" The final syllable is a long, pleasure-wrought cry of delirious overload. My body arcs, my hips all the way off the ground, my every muscle tense, my mind lost to her wonderful mouth. One single instant stretching I don't know how long until with a thump my body goes limp and I can but lie whimpering in the grass, still holding on to her hands. We make love long into the night. Slow and romantic by the light of the fire, our bodies each a wondrous gift to one another. Come morning I wake curled in my blanket hard against Clytemnestra, my head resting on her foreleg. I feel safe and so very at peace with the world while she holds me. Unfortunately, when I try to snuggle deeper into her she realizes that I must be awake. She shakes me out of my blanket to sprawl naked on the ground and then stands with obvious relief. I suppose she didn't want to move for fear of disturbing me, which is sweet. We walk all day, save brief rests, much as we travelled before coming to Pyre Silver. To my surprise I seem no less fit for five weeks fairly good living in the city and the long hours of walking still phase me less than I feel in my heart that they should. Clytemnestra's mood is ebullient and to be around her in her wanderlust is invigorating. Her good humour lasts many days and mine, if anything grows. Free of the city I feel at home. Ironic since a home is what I absolutely do not have here. I raise the point with Clytemnestra and she says the world is home for both of us. That I simply had not realised it until now. Still, I love the peace, the quiet, the feeling of freedom that I can never feel amongst crowds. Game and edible plants are surprisingly common. We see, and from time to time shoot deer, wild sheep and rabbit and never want for food or clear glacier water. These northern plains are every bit as hospitable as the forest in which I first arrived in this wonderful world. Perhaps moreso. In the forest we should never have seen the stone circle which Clytemnestra points out to me. “There, lady is our landmark. The pass is just a little beyond that circle.” I shade my eyes and squint into the distance. For the first time in a long time I'm conscious of not wearing glasses. My vision is perfect, but it's only at times like this that I suddenly recall it ought not be. There, on the edge of vision the circle stands proud of the landscape. Unmissable, the only artificial shape we've seen since leaving the farmland days and days before. “Once we pass the circle, we should see the route into the mountains and thence through the pass. It was built to guard the way.” “From what?” I ask, more curious than worried. “I couldn't say. The merchant who told me of it said it is old beyond mortal counting,” she laughs softly, “So anywhere between ten years ago and the dawn of time, I suppose.” “If we hurry we can be there by nightfall.” Excitement lends our feet speed. A little too much speed in Clytemnestra's case. She's not an impatient woman by any stretch, but she does just love to see what might be around the next bend in the road, metaphorically. She normally walks much slower than she otherwise would, just so I can keep up with her, but with so tempting a thing just ahead, she unthinkingly leaves me behind a few times during the day's march. All day the circle grows and the closer we come to it, the less it looks like I had expected. True, it is composed of mighty grey sarsens arranged in a circle, but where I was expecting a tumbled down ruin overgrown with moss and grass it looks almost brand new. It must be a good half mile in diameter, composed of four concentric rings of standing stones topped with contiguous lintels, every one looking almost fresh from the quarry. It stands guard by what can only be the path, following a small river into the mountains and up to the pass. Even the smallest outermost ring looms twice Clytemnestra's height and each ring is taller than the last. It's sunset by the time Clytemnestra and I reach the stones. I think we both feel the same mix of awe and trepidation. I feel almost as though entering the ring would be... Trespassing? For all that the stone looks new-worked this is so obviously a place of great antiquity. I can feel a whole age of the world looking over my shoulder. I can feel something else, too. “Clytemnestra,” I whisper, reverentially – I feel like a normal speaking voice is somehow inappropriate, “There's... There's magic here.” For the first time since I've known her Clytemnestra looks afraid. The look doesn't suit her. I take a few steps forward and lay my hand on the nearest sarsen. My eyes close and I feel. I Feel. I've always been able to sense magic. That first time I encountered it my skin tingled when Lecto used her spells on me. The same thing happened when we paid that Pyre Silver sell-spell to protect me from bullets. I even feel the same thing when I use my own little tricks. It's that sense I'm using now . Using it deliberately, deliberately feeling for magic, rather than passively sensing it. “Is it safe?” Clytemnestra's voice seems a little too far away as I concentrate on my magical sense to the exclusion of all others. “It's... There's much magic here. Almost everything here is magic, but it's not doing anything.” I wish, oh how I do wish I were a better sorceress. “I think it's safe. There's magic everywhere here, but it's still. Magic is change, and this magic is not changing anything,” I wish I were better at explaining it to Clytemnestra, too. “Are you sure?” I step back from the stones and turn to her. “No, I'm not sure, but I'm as sure as I can be. The magic here is waiting for something, and not us. There's a trigger condition. A... A keyhole, and it's not shaped like you or me.” “Good enough for me,” The look of fear is gone from Clytemnestra's eyes. Good, she looked strange, I didn't like it. She strides confidently between the standing stones and I have to hurry to follow. The structure still fills me with awe, but I no longer feel so intimidated by it. I no longer feel as though I must whisper and creep around. The brief glimpse I had of the magic in this place was tantalizing, I'd like very much to see more. Once within the innermost circle the ground is a mosaic of flawlessly tessellating marble stars. They are arranged so neatly that one could not slip a cigarette paper between them, and not a single blade of grass grows through a single crack. Right at the axis of the circle is a stone table, or perhaps a great stone curule seat. The sun is fully set now and stars are coming out across the purple-black dome of sky described by the stone circle. Clytemnestra's hooves clop hauntingly on the marble floor and I hold my breath, feeling... I don't know what. The world is waiting for something. From without the circle there comes the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Chapter 6 - Thalia and Zoe in Chiron's office

Chiron's brown eyes stared with intense disappointment at the two huntresses in his office. Zoe and Thalia both sat on the wooden chairs. They avoided Chiron's intense stare and they were both uncomfortable with the situation they found themselves in. What the two huntresses didn't realize was that Chiron was also angry. He struggled to reign in his anger when he learned about what happened on the quest to rescue Lady Artemis and how the two of them together made the quest more dangerous. He was even more disappointed and angry about it when he realized how they were acting before the quest. Thalia and Zoe lowered their heads when they heard Chiron give off a tired sigh. A second later they heard four feet moving realizing that he was now as a Centaur instead of in the wheelchair. "Stand up," Chiron said from behind them. Both of them did so, not wanting to incur the wrath of Chiron. Chiron couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over the two hunters backsides. He was a Centaur but that didn't stop him from appreciating a woman's features and he could tell both Thalia and Zoe had great asses. Chiron moved forward and the chairs made an irritating sound when he moved them away and the two huntresses shivered because of it. Thalia and Zoe stiffened in unison when they felt a hand on their backs. He pushed them forward and both of them were confused until they understood what had just happened when their chests met the desk and their delicious rears stood out. Thalia and Zoe both stared each other with amazement at the boldness of Chiron's actions before they were even more surprised. Both of their eyes widened and their mouths opened in a scream when the Centaur behind them smacked their asses hard. "Silent," Chiron said, his voice rough and cold and they closed their mouths fast shocked at how dominating Chiron became. His hand came down again with a powerful smack and they no longer screamed—instead their screams were muffled when they bit their lips. Chiron flipped their skirts up, and pulled their panties down to their knees. Thalia's blue panties came first and she shivered. Zoe's red panties were next and she shook but to Chiron's surprise her red panties were damp. His hand moved up her legs to between her smooth thighs and he touched her pussy lips which made her shiver and to his surprise she was wet. Chiron prodded her pussy with his finger and a moan escaped Zoe but she managed to stop. Thalia looked at Zoe with a betrayed expression but Thalia herself couldn't stop the pleasure that started to tingle inside her. Zoe ignored Thalia and instead pushed her hips towards Chiron hoping for more but she groaned when he stopped. Thalia's eyes fixated on Chiron's glistening finger in front of her face and she knew what his finger was covered in. Chiron prodded Thalia's lips with his finger that was covered in Zoe's juices. She was hesitant to open her mouth but the continuous prodding by Chiron made her open her mouth and in an instant Chiron shoved his finger down her mouth. Her eyes widened at the honeyed taste and she involuntarily licked the finger before finding that she quite liked the taste and swallowed. Zoe watched her with obvious lust in her eyes as Thalia licked and swallowed on his tongue. Their eyes met and Zoe licked her own lips delicately as she imagined herself sucking Chiron's finger. Thalia couldn't believe that Zoe was getting turned on by what was going on. More important was the fact that Thalia could feel herself getting turned on by the crazy situation. The horny Centaur pulled his finger free from the huntress' mouth with a pop. Thalia stiffened when she felt his finger prod her pussy and groaned when he pushed it in her tight opening. Her thighs quivered and she looked away from Zoe's lustful eyes. She flushed red and relaxed when Chiron pulled away after a slight moment. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Chiron doing the same to Zoe as he did to her. Zoe enthusiastically cleaned his finger with her tongue and swallowed Thalia's juices down moaning at the same time and closing her eyes in obvious pleasure. "I'm disappointed in the both of you," Chiron commented removing his finger from Zoe's mouth who herself looked disappointed by the removal. The two huntresses although were confused and didn't understand why Chiron could be disappointed with them. They wanted to ask but they remained silent when his hands moved back to their nude butts and he slapped their asses again leaving behind a red mark. Zoe groaned, her eyes lit up with lust and raised her hips for the next blow. A scream pierced Zoe's haze of lust for a moment and it annoyed her and at the same time made her worried of Thalia. Her eyes widened when Chiron snarled and crouched. She tracked his movement and an undignified moan wretched itself from her throat as Chiron stuffed blue panties in Thalia's mouth. "Be silent you fucking whore," Chiron growled and slapped Thalia's ass again, her scream muffled by her panties as she winced. Chiron slapped her again and again and Zoe found that she liked to watch Chiron punish Thalia. Zoe knew that Thalia and she had a rocky relationship of love and hate. Zoe enjoyed seeing how Chiron slapped Thalia's bright red ass, how her eyes were wide and cheeks were stained with tears. Thalia's mind couldn't wrap around it. She couldn't comprehend how her old mentor was behaving. And she couldn't stand it and see Zoe' enjoying her torment out of the corner of her eyes. She just wanted it to be over and hoped Chiron would leave her be and start on Zoe. "Why? You might be wondering," Chiron said as he slapped Thalia again before slapping Zoe who he noticed seemed to be enjoying Thalia's punishment. "It is because of how you two were acting before your quest to rescue the goddess Artemis." They flushed crimson as they both remembered how they behaved before and on the quest. They knew they were being despicable to each other but they couldn't stand each other. "I am furious with the two of you," Chiron said, his voice harsh making the two of them wince because of it and for a moment they wondered why Chiron was angry with them because of their misbehaving. Chiron's horse-cock involuntarily hardened and started to poke out from its sheath. He tried to stop it but the scent of Zoe's juices started to arouse him and their submissiveness… "Your actions could have gotten someone killed!" Chiron said making the two huntresses frown before their eyes widened and they realized that Chiron was right. "You are both lucky that no one died on that quest because of your reckless arguing and fighting!" Zoe thought she heard something other than anger tinged in his voice. She looked at Thalia but her head was turned away in embarrassment, she looked back at Chiron and she froze as her eyes fixated on something else rather than on Chiron's furious face. She was caught off guard and on an impulse she licked her lips as she admired the tip of Chiron's hard and thick cock that she could barely see. And that made her lower her head more to get a better look at it and her mouth opened wide when she saw how long it is. Chiron was puzzled as Zoe was distracted by something that was under him. Realization struck him when Zoe's eyes widened and her mouth opened before she moaned. He stiffened for a moment and flushed red before he relaxed but he couldn't stop himself from reacting to Zoe's attention. His erect cock hardened even more and he wanted to climb the bitch and fill her with his cock. Inspiration struck him and he locked the door to his office before pulling the blinds down so no one could see inside the office. Thalia was watching Chiron with confusion and her eyes too fell on his dangling cock under him and her mouth fell open at the sheer size of it and unable to stop herself—her thighs quivered. "Now, I'm going to teach you two how to cooperate," Chiron said, his tone gentle before he took a harsher tone. "On your knees sluts! Now!" Thalia and Zoe both dropped to their knees and pure awe dazed them when his cock dangled and bobbed towards them. Zoe was more enthusiastic than Thalia and her hand gripped the horse-cock as soon as she could and she almost dropped it from her hand from shock at how hard and thick it was. She could feel it throbbing and pulsing and she couldn't wait to wrap her lips around it. Chiron groaned when he felt her slim hand barely fit around his thickness but he growled when only one hand remained on his cock for a while. "Both of you!" he growled And in seconds Thalia's hand joined Zoe's and in unison they began to stroke Chiron's horse-cock. Zoe wet her lips and brought her other hand up to stroke him better and motioned for Thalia to do the same. "Good job," Chiron congratulated them on their small accomplishment making the two smile albeit Thalia smiled more awkwardly. He let them stroke him off for a while, enjoying the sensations their smaller hands brought him before he shuffled on his legs and said, "One of you sluts wrap your pretty lips around my cock and the other do no stop your motions." The two huntresses looked at each-other and tried to communicate through their eyes at who should go first. Unsuccessfully they communicated and the more enthusiastic one took his thick cock in her warm mouth and wrapped her wet lips around it. Chiron grunted when one of them took him in her hot and wet mouth and started to use her tongue to lick the head of his cock and the slit. From shock, he guessed, the other huntress stopped her hand motions before getting over it and continuing moving her hands back and forth on his cock. Thalia's eyes were transfixed on Zoe's lips and mouth as she moved her head back and forth on Chiron's long cock and leaving it wet with her saliva and she found her hand stroking Chiron's wet cock now. "Fuck," Chiron groaned and stomped his feet as he shuffled forward and he hit the back of her throat making her choke and gag. She pulled back to catch a breather before going back to her job of sucking his cock. Chiron started to thrust slowly, back and forth, as he fucked her mouth. Zoe moaned with a mouthful of cock and her hands groped and squeezed her breasts through her shirt. She wanted it off. She looked at Thalia and made eye-contact as she bobbed her head. She motioned to her clothes and Thalia slightly gaining more courage nodded and removed her hands from Chiron's cock who grunted in slight annoyance and she apologized before telling him what she was doing. Thalia for a moment froze on the cock that started to thrust faster as she heard the slurps and gagging from Zoe. She shook the momentary freezing off and hugged Zoe from behind as she smashed her breasts to Zoe's back. She pulled Zoe's zipper down and removed her jacket. She realized she couldn't get her shirt off properly so she pulled her shirt down roughly till her shirt was below Zoe's black lacy bra. Thalia cupped Zoe's breasts in her hand and squeezed her from behind and Zoe moaned—her mouth opening wider as she took the horse-cock deeper inside her throat. Thalia then pulled her bra down too until they were below her tits and slightly pushing them up and she then twisted her nipples and Zoe gasped in pained pleasure as she gagged on the cock when Chiron thrust hard inside her mouth. "By the gods," Chiron moaned. "You're a fucking good cock-sucker, something that you shouldn't be." Zoe flushed crimson and her eyes shined with pride. Chiron stepped away slightly and chuckled when Zoe's face moved along and kept her mouth on his cock. He stepped even more and his cock popped free from her mouth and he looked down at the two. Zoe's lips were wet and slightly bruised and Thalia was behind her with her eyes wide and groping Zoe's breasts. "I'm going to fuck one of you now," Chiron grunted taking a step towards them. Zoe looked up at him, her eyes pleaded him to take her but he had other ideas. Thalia was looking at him with slight apprehension but he could see the buried lust in them. He stepped from Zoe towards Thalia and her mouth parted wide when she realized that he wanted her. "Zoe!" he growled and Zoe straightened her back when she heard him. "Get Thalia ready, I want to take the little slut from behind." Zoe moaned and turned around, latching her arms to Thalia and turning Thalia around. She resisted at first but Zoe had been training longer than Thalia so she had more strength. She managed to push Thalia to her knees and hands before pushing her back down and leaving her firm ass in the air. "Is she wet?" Chiron said when Zoe got out of his way to the side. Zoe checked, her fingers probing her pussy lips and already her fingers were wet. Zoe nodded, and Thalia moaned when Zoe pushed her fingers inside her tight cunt and she thrust once, twice and thrice before pulling her fingers out with a schlick. Zoe brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean tasting her honeyed-juices. Zoe licked her lips and said, "Yes. The little bitch is wet." Chiron shuffled behind Thalia and Thalia stiffened when she felt wetness dripping down on her ass. Zoe noticed this and whispered in her ear and slowly Thalia relaxed. Zoe parted her lips in 'O' expression as she gripped Chiron's cock in her hand and guided his cock to Thalia's cunt. Thalia groaned as his thick and hard horse-cock prodded her lips before she groaned as he pushed into her wetness. "By the gods," Chiron murmured as he kept pushing into her tight, hot and wet cunt. Zoe's breathing was heavy as she stared at the horse-cock invading Thalia's pussy. Thalia grunted and relaxed her muscles even more and pushed her hips back at Chiron. "Fuck," Chiron grunted before he gave a vicious thrust and embedded 8' inches of his horse-cock into her. Thalia screamed, her eyes wide as his cock rubbed her walls and throbbed inside her. "Oh gods," Thalia groaned. "That's fucking big and hard." Zoe began to rub Thalia's smooth ass and squeezed her cheeks and her eyes fixated back on Chiron's cock when he started to pull out as Thalia whimpered. Zoe licked her lips at the sight of Thalia's wetness on Chiron's cock and Zoe moaned along with Thalia when he pushed back in. Chiron began to move, and he was brutal. Thalia screamed from pleasured and painful sensations tingling inside her. She grunted when Chiron thrust his cock hard and fast into her and she felt herself getting moved slightly on the floor. She planted her hands firmly ahead of her and tried to hold herself still. Chiron moaned above her and Zoe watched fascinated as his thick cock moved back and forth inside her cunt with sloppy sounds. Wetness dripped from Thalia's cunt down her thighs and Zoe gathered some with her fingers and brought it to her mouth and she moaned around her finger as she swallowed Thalia's juices. Chiron grunted and ordered Zoe to get in front of Thalia and to lay down on her back. Zoe moaned in acceptance before she rid herself of her clothes and hurriedly laid down on her back in front of Thalia. Thalia groaned, her tongue lolled out with drool dripping down and her eyes widened when she noticed Zoe's wet cunt in front of her face. "Lick her," Chiron growled as he set a punishing pace and drove his cock inside her depths. Thalia moaned and jolted forward from his hard thrust and found herself face-first on Zoe's wet cunt. Zoe quivered when Thalia took a tentative lick of her pussy. Thalia found that she liked the taste on her tongue and she licked her lips of Zoe's wetness before she buried her face back down between Zoe's thighs and earnestly began to lick and kiss her pussy. She licked, kissed and swallowed. The room was full of sweat and the sounds of sex. Slapping noises followed by their moans, grunts and groans and Zoe and Thalia were both shaking and quivering under the overwhelming tingle of pleasure inside them. Chiron grunted as he destroyed that slight annoyance instantly when it came. He wanted to push the entirety of his cock inside Thalia's moist cunt but he was afraid that he would break her in half so he limited himself. "Bitch," Chiron growled as he felt himself hardening even more and nearing his first climax. He sped up his thrusts. Zoe looked at Chiron's strained expression and she realized that he was going to come. Zoe moaned at the thought of Chiron unloading his cum inside Thalia's pussy. Zoe delighted in this and gripped Thalia's hair in her fist and pushed her head down on her cunt. "Lick me you slut," Zoe said and moaned when Thalia increased her own pace. She licked faster and probed Zoe's pussy with her tongue. Zoe screamed, spasmed and arched off the ground slightly and pushed her cunt against Thalia's mouth. Chiron grunted at the sight of Zoe's orgasm and he thrust balls-deep into Thalia and stayed buried inside her. His horse-cock pulsed and shot thick globs of thick white cum inside her. This set off Thalia, her legs stiffened and her mouth opened in a scream, but it was muffled by Zoe's cunt. Thalia quivered and spasmed as her cunt tightened around his cock and she swallowed the constant flow of juices coming from Zoe down her throat. Zoe released her fist from Thalia's hair and when Thalia pulled away from her cunt, Zoe couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face at the sight of Thalia's face. Her face was wet with sweat and more importantly her lips were glistening with her juices. Thalia smiled back at Zoe and moaned when Chiron pulled out of her, his cock shining with his own cum and her wetness. Zoe's eyes turned from Thalia's and they widened when she realized that Chiron was still hard. "My turn," Zoe murmured. Thalia realized what she meant and her eyes widened too when she understood that Chiron had just fucked her hard and fast and came inside her remained erect. Zoe looked around and climbed on the desk and laid down on her back and spread her legs wide open for him. Chiron's eyes darkened with lust and shuffled towards her. Thalia watched him walk past her and she watched Chiron raise his front-legs and place them on the desk by Zoe's head. Chiron thrust but missed and hit her quivery thighs. "Wait," Thalia said making the two groan with annoyance. Although Thalia smiled and crawled on her hands and knees under Chiron. She gripped his length in her hand and brought it to her lips. She smeared her own juices and his cum on her lips before she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his shaft. Chiron moaned when Thalia began to move her head back and forth. She used her tongue to lick the underside and the head before swirling around his tip. She swallowed with big gulps and she shivered as she enjoyed her own taste mixed with his. She pushed herself down on his cock—taking him deeper and deeper till she felt him against her throat and she gagged. She pulled off slightly before doing it again and kept gagging. She pulled off after gagging few times and kissed his cock head before she guided his cock at Zoe's glistening cunt. Chiron moaned at the hotness of her cunt when his tip touched her pussy lips. When Chiron felt that he was at her entrance he gave a single powerful thrust and the huntress on the table screamed and he groaned as he buried himself into her tight depths. He didn't waste any time. Immediately he began to pull out before thrusting back in and started to viciously thrust into her. Zoe grunted and slid back and forth on the rocking desk. "Shit," Zoe moaned, she raised her head slightly and looked down between her legs, her eyes widened when she saw his hard and long cock moving back and forth into her cunt and her head fell back down on the desk. "Fuck," she grunted and tried to push her hips back at him but it was useless. His thrusts were powerful and harsh and all she could do was lay on the desk and take it like a bitch so she closed her eyes and moaned. "Gods..." Chiron murmured. "You're so tight, tight and hot and just as I like it." Thalia hurriedly moved to the other side of the table and without regret nor shame she bent over. Her wet lips connected with Zoe's wet lips. Zoe's eyes opened wide in shock as she stared at the lustful eyes of Thalia. Zoe opened her mouth and moaned into Thalia's mouth and they began exploring each other's mouths and tongue. Chiron' gaped and started to climax again at the hot huntress action. He increased the pace and harshness of his thrusts and went even deeper in her tight cunt. Thalia and Zoe both closed their eyes and kissed each other. Thalia's hand blindly came up and slid over Zoe's naked chest before she found her tits and she squeezed it in her hand and Zoe moaned again into her mouth. Zoe stiffened and licked Thalia's lips and enjoyed the taste of slight salty-cum and juices. "Oh fuck," Zoe screamed against Thalia's mouth before arching her chest out. Chiron's cock pulsed and throbbed inside her but he kept moving as he spurted hot cum inside her. He kept thrusting as he painted her walls white. Zoe spasmed and shook on the table but Thalia quickly held her down and opened her eyes. Thalia looked down at Zoe's blissful expression and smiled before she kissed her lips slightly and pulled away. Zoe opened her eyes and looked up at her in a daze and she whined when Chiron pulled his spent cock out of her and touched her clit and she jolted and moaned because of it. Chiron looked at the two human bitches who were in a slight daze—Zoe more than Thalia—and he smiled. He hoped this would bring the two together but if not… Then he would just have to have the two back in his office and try more harsher means… His eyes travelled down to Zoe's tight ass hole.

Chapter 4 - Artemis and the Hell-hound

Artemis walked in the dark forest alone, naked, dazed and still horny after her session with Lycaon. Her new panties with his cum rubbed against her ruined pussy, her thighs were sweaty and dripping wet with her juices and trickling cum down her legs. She moaned as Lycaon's cock flashed in her mind and she stopped walking for a moment and leaned against the tree taking a breather. She rubbed her bruised lips before licking the dried cum off them. She gave a near silent chuckle when she thought about her situation. She was the prominent goddess in Olympus known for killing men and monsters. Athena and Hestia were both virgins too but she was the most known. And right now she wondered what she looked like if someone were to stumble on her. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her silver eyes were dazed, her auburn hair was messy and loose. Her tits were red from Lycaon's groping and covered with dry cum and she didn't even want to start with her moist cunt that Lycaon had fucked and filled with his monster seed. She started walking again, a tired sigh intermixed with anticipation escaped her. She could've flashed to her camp but she wasn't that far away and she kind of wanted her girls to see her walking like this to camp. She only managed to walk few steps before she cried out in shock when a powerful force struck her from behind. She was thrown a couple of feet away and fell on all fours with her forehead connecting against the ground making her wince. A rough ragged breathing reached her ears and she moaned when a large and really wet tongue licked her panties. She began to turn her head and see who was behind her but a definitely not-human growl froze her. She turned back and stared straight ahead. Its tongue licked her again and she heard its loud sniffs of her. She shivered when he began licking her earnestly and involuntarily she moaned. It growled again and Artemis wondered for a moment why it kept growling before she understood when its tongue tried to get her panties down. Her arousal from before with Lycaon started coming back and her hands moved and pulled her ruined panties down to her knees. It began to lick her again now more encouraged and even more earnest as it licked her wet pussy with dry cum and swallowed her juices down. Its hot breath tickled her and its tongue made her feel really good and the thought of finding out who was behind her slowly disappeared as long as it continued its ministrations. Artemis gasped when a large, heavy and furry body settled over her with its front thick paws on her side. Only her divine strength kept her from being crushed under its powerful frame and weight. She knew who it was now because of its black and red paws with long claws that would kill anyone. Artemis eyes closed in shame yet wanton lust as a hell-hound settled over her and she felt his sheath against her moist pussy and his attempted thrusts kept missing her womanhood. Artemis moaned as she felt its cock extending from its sheath and rubbing against her thighs causing her to shudder and juices flowed from her. The hell-hound thrusted again and missed—it growled annoyed and Artemis fearing the worst for a moment lowered her hand between her thighs and gripped his slimy cock. The hell-hound gave another growl before realizing that the human bitch was helping when he noticed that she positioned his cock against her tight entrance. It did just that, it gave a powerful thrust and embedded its thick, long and slimy appendage inside her tight wet cunt. It wasted no time and pounded the female bitch with vicious and fast thrusts. "B-by the gods!" Artemis screamed, her eyes went wide and her tongue lolled out and spit dribbled from her mouth. Pain and pleasure overrode her senses as it pounded her pussy wildly with its thick and long hell-hound cock. Her ass was bright red and painful—yet a very good pain that increased her pleasure. "Fuck-" Artemis screamed before moaning in wanton lust as she felt its cock thrusting deeper than any before it. The Minotaur and Lycaon weren't as big as the hell-hound and it was fucking incredible. Saliva dripped down onto her back from the hell-hounds open mouth making her quiver. She groaned as its cock kept swelling and growing inside her and rubbed against her pussy walls and it made her think that hell-hounds were divine sexual creatures. Artemis couldn't keep silent any longer as her moans echoed in the forest. The heavy breathing of the hell-hound and the squishing sounds of their mating. "Oh yes..." "Fuck me! By the gods, fuck your bitch!" Artemis screamed before shuddering and gasping in pleasure as his cock with each thrust rubbed and hit against her G-spot. Artemis moaned wantonly and began to pump her own hips back against the hell-hound with the help of her divine strength and stamina. The hell-hound began to thrust faster and harder and pounded the human bitch hard. She could tell that he was close to finishing. "Please seed me! Fucking shoot your hell-hound cum inside my fertile pussy!" Her pussy tightened around his cock like a vice, locking it inside her. The Alpha hell-hound above her let out a deep menacing growl, thrusting as deep as possible, his heavy and big balls rested between her thighs. The hell-hound howled and it blasted his first sput of cum inside her making her release a low-sounding moan of lust. A second followed, and then a third followed as the Alpha filled her cunt with his seed. It emptied his balls full of potent hell-hound cum inside her pussy. Artemis quivered and shook under him. Her pussy remained tight around his cock and her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hands went limp before falling over on her front. She moaned as the thick and massive meat inside her pussy throbbed and pulsed, his balls twitching against her thighs, forcing more of his seed into her now filled pussy. It started to pull out, its massive slimy and wet cock rubbing against her insides making her twitch and moan, She gasped when he pulled out entirely and rubbed against her thighs with his juice-covered cock. Artemis sighed happily as she fell over on the ground and from her pussy leaked her juices and his thick potent cum dribbled down her thighs. Disappointedly she moaned when the hell-hound began leaving. She tried to say something and stop him but her mouth moved wordlessly as she tried to find words. "Fucking hell," Artemis delightedly cursed. "That was incredible."

Chapter 3 - Artemis the bitch and Lycaon

Artemis hated the Wolf-King Lycaon. She wanted to put her knife through his head and crotch. She wanted to make a pincushion out of him with her arrows. But somehow, Lycaon always matched her or managed to flee away—or the more horrible opinion is where the Lycaon and his pack overpowered or overnumbered her and her hunters and it saddened and grew her hatred to epic proportions when a huntress of hers died. When a pack member of Lycaon's died, it made her face lit up with glee and it gave her delight to see Lycaon howling with misery and rage. Right now, she was hunting down a pack member of Lycaon's, laughing with delight as the wolf ran away from her and howling for its pack to help him. Her silver eyes lit up with joy when one of her arrows hit the wolf in its hind leg, making the werewolf fall over with a moan. She came to a stop next to the werewolf, standing above him like a hunter should and started to take out her shining silver dagger making the werewolf moan in distress and shiver with fear. She didn't give the disgusting werewolf any chance to beg or plead. She crouched down and slit his furry throat, delighting in the feel of his thick liquid splattering her hand and enjoying the moment when the life left its eyes and slumping over. Artemis stood up and walked away, leaving the werewolf's to rot. Artemis stopped walking when she reached a clearing in the forest and sat down on a log. She placed her bow and blood-covered dagger down on the ground next to her and took a water bottle from her hip and poured water over her bloodied hands to wash it off. "Hello Artemis," the deep voice of the werewolf king Lycaon growled. Artemis looked up, disgust and hate corrupting her beautiful face. "Lycaon," she spat, her hand going for her dagger. "Hold on," Lycaon said making her stop reaching for her dagger and Lycaon walked out from behind the shadows. His tall muscled and furry body coming to stand in front of her. Artemis thought about leaping up and driving her dagger in his chest because of how close he is. It would be so easy too, she thought but wanted to know what Lycaon wanted despite her massive hatred. "You have a body made for fucking," Lycaon commented careless. "Those pink lips are made for sucking cock and that tight firm ass... it just demands attention, begging to be touched and your pussy... that pussy desperately needs a cock in it." Artemis spluttered, her rage increasing to massive proportions. "Don't deny it," Lycaon continued, walking closer to her. "You hunger for monster-cock and cum, don't you?" Artemis' hand remained frozen near her dagger, somehow her thoughts about taking the dagger and burying it in Lycaon's chest disappeared. Lycaon smirked and decided to go for it. He walked closer to her till his knees started to seperate her smooth thighs and making her silver skirt hike part, showing her white panties. Artemis shivered involuntarily when his furry knees tickled her thighs and her eyes widened in anger when Lycaon exposed his thick and long manhood in front of her eyes. His big sweaty balls hung in front of her and Artemis growled, taking the dagger in her hand preparing to strike the disgusting animal down. "Drop that dagger," Lycaon warned. "Or I will tell every demigod and god about your encounter with the Minotaur and how you enjoyed it. I will even tell every monster about it and let them know that you're a slut for monster-cock." Artemis' eyes widened in stunning shock. She thought she was alone when she was with the Minotaur and unconsciously she moaned, remembering the thick minotaur-cock. Lycaon smiled, hearing the goddess moan made his cock twitch. "Please don't," Artemis pleaded. Her reputation and everything would be ruined if the news of her taken by the Minotaur and enjoying it leaked to Olympus and every where else. Her hunters would hate her and leave her. She didn't want that. "I won't if you do what I want," Lycaon said, his amber eyes glowing with lust. Artemis dropped the dagger back down and looked down at the bulging shaft throbbing with need. She gulped nervously. "Put your hand around it," Lycaon said. She did so shakily and slowly, not wanting to touch her enemies cock. Disgust taking over her beautiful features as she held the werewolf's cock in her small hand, barely able to fit it around his thick shaft. She felt it throb in her hand and heard the werewolf standing groan. "Stroke it," he commanded, annoyed by her still hand. She straightened her back and gathered her nerves, hoping to get this over fast. Her hand started to move slow, up and down and the werewolf moaned above her, starting to thrust his hips and fucking her small smooth hand. It disgusted Artemis to give her enemy pleasure. It disgusted her so much that a monster derived its sick pleasure from her. "Spit on it," Lycaon said before moaning, enjoying the feel of her hand on his thick manhood. It made it all the better to have the goddess of hunt, his enemy, to be sitting before him and pleasuring him. Artemis did as he said and gathered a good amount of spit in her mouth before spitting it on his cock, she used her hand to lubricate his cock with her spit before continuing to stroke him off. This time using both her hands. Moving all the way down to his base and coming back up to the tip of his cock mixed with her spit and his pre-cum. "Touch my balls," Lycaon said, wanting to see if she would use both her hands to do it or just one. If she did touch them, he had something special in mind to tell her and even if she didn't he'd say it anyway. Artemis didn't bat an eye at his command. She lowered one of her hands to his big, hairy and sweaty balls and touched and massaged them, feeling them in her hand and continued to stroke his spit-covered shaft. Lycoan moaned with increasing lust. His furry hand coming up and threading his fingers through her silky hair. Artemis bit her wetted lips, her thighs shaking and her panties dampening. The lust from being with the Minotaur was slowly coming back. The thick and long werewolf cock only increased her lust, it was almost as big as the Minotaurs and she unconsciously moaned and closed her eyes. Lycaon stepped even closer between her thighs, as much as he could and it was quite a bit. Artemis could feel him stepping closer and she wanted to push him away but another part of her mind stopped her from doing it. The part of her that enjoyed having monster-cock. Artemis knew ever since the Minotaurs cock that she started to become more accepting to monsters and hoping that they all had big thick cocks and balls with potent cum that would bring her endless pleasure. His pre-cum covered cock tip touched her wet pink lips. Artemis moaned and licked her lips, her tongue coming to touch his tip and she licked the salty pre-cum and swallowed it. Do they taste the same? Artemis thought because it seemed so. She couldn't tell the difference between the Minotaurs and Lycaons because they both tasted the same, nevertheless she delighted in the taste of his pre-cum. Lycaon moaned at the feel of her hot wet tongue on his cock. He pat her head, making her look up at him and Artemis opened her silver eyes. Lycaon grunted at seeing those silver eyes that used to look at him with hate and disgust, but now they looked at him with lust. Lycaon smelled something sweet, he sniffed the air and the smell was coming from between her thighs. The sweet honey-like smell made him growl viciously, a snarl forming on his mouth and his hunger increased. Artemis yelped when Lycaon gripped her shoulders in his big hands and shoved her onto her knees and hands. Lycaon yanked her skirt off, ripping it to pieces and Artemis winced when he tore her panties off of her. Artemis tried to close her thighs on all fours, she didn't want to be in this position to her hunt's number one enemy. Lycaon growled and forced her legs apart, he knelt behind her and took a lick at her delicious wet pussy lips with his long tongue. Artemis released a moan. Her hips pushed back at his face. What are you doing?! One half of her mind screamed. It feels so good! The other half of her mind screamed, the part where it held all the lust for monster-cock and the desperate need to be fucked. Unknown to her, it's also the part that Aphrodite could affect the most, something that Aphrodite took full advantage of. Artemis wasn't disappointed when Lycaon's tongue licked and teased her. Her toes curled, she shook and her legs quivered. Lycaon probed his tongue inside her pussy, enjoying the taste of her sweet honey, licking and swallowing it all down. Artemis moaned when Lycaon pulled away. Artemis grunted when Lycaon's powerful frame leaned over her small body, his arms coming around to her front, groping her tits through her shirt and she moaned when she felt his hard shaft against her quivery thighs. Plunging hot shaft penetrated her tight glistening moist cunt. Artemis moaned, accepting his driving thrust and yet trying to deny that she was enjoying this. Lycaon growled and started to pound away at her tight womanhood. She screamed and couldn't believe how fast he thrust and how good it felt to have a cock back inside her pussy. She shivered beneath his slamming thrusts. She grunted and moaned under his powerful driving thrusts and whimpered and answered his driving thrusts by pushing back at him. "Bitch," Lycaon growled and pounded her tight needy cunt harder. "Noo," Artemis moaned through the haze of pleasure. "No? You are my bitch," Lycaon said through gritted teeth, groaning with pleasure as her tight wet cunt tightened around him. "You felt my big balls earlier? They are full of cum, cum that I will be shooting inside your needy cunt and your slutty mouth." Artemis' eyes closed in sheer ecstasy and cried out her release, riding the wild and wonderful wave of pleasure. She bucked, thrashed and quivered under his muscled and furry body and arched like a cat against him. Lycaon ferally smiled as the goddess orgasmed under him and continued to fuck her squirting pussy through her orgasm. "Oh gods," Artemis moaned. "Oh fuck! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Lycaon smirked before pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip inside and stilled his movements. "What are you doing?" Artemis whimpered. She moaned, twisting her head to look up at him and she tried to thrust her hips back at him but Lycaon held her still. "Why did you stop?" Lycaon smirked as he looked at her pleading eyes. "Beg me," Lycaon said, his wolfish teeth showing in a grin. He wanted that feeling of victory of having Artemis below him begging and pleading him to fuck her. Artemis frantically twisted her head, shaking and nodding at the same time. She didn't want to beg him but she wanted him to fuck her. "Beg me you bitch," Lycaon growled and twisted her erect nipples through her shirt and thrusted once hard making her yelp intermixed with pain and pleasure. "Beg me you cock-slut!" Artemis writhed under his groping hands and wriggled her hips, getting that smalm amount of pleasure making her want more. Her mouth opened involuntarily and she begged and pleaded. The words came out fast, pleas and promises of so many things. She screamed and flushed, embarrassing herself to the smiling werewolf balls-deep inside of her. Lycaon's eyes were open in stunning shock at the words escaping her mouth and it made him feral with lust. Artemis took him to the hilt, and Lycaon thrust his hardness deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his shaft. Artemis screamed her pleasure and lifted her hips to his thrusting body and pressed her hips frantically against him. "You're my bitch, aren't you?" Lycaon grunted, slamming his cock inside her ruined soaked cunt, loving the sound of her pleasured screams. Artemis' lust was consuming her mind and she agreed with him. She was a bitch. She was a slut. She was a slut for monster-cock. "Yesss!" She moaned and screamed, haze, lust and pleasure overwhelming her mind. "I am your bitch! I am your slut! Just keep fucking me!" Artemis grunted when she found her head roughly shoved to the muddy ground by Lycaon's furry foot grounding her face to the ground by her flushed pink cheek. She ignored the slight jolt of pain and instead focused on the never ending pleasure. "Oh fuck!" She screamed against the ground, arched in unspeakable ecstasy, her body quivering and shaking. Her mouth open in a silent scream and her hazy silver-eyes staring at nothing. Her pussy convulsed and tightened around his monster-cock making him groan and bury himself to the hilt in her molten orgasming pussy. Artemis moaned and twitched, her hips wriggling as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside her. Spraying her walls white with a big load of hot potent cum. "Yes! Yes! In me!" Artemis shouted. "Breed me!" Lycaon groaned and pushed her head deeper into the mud, withdrawing his cock and sliding home again with a powerful thrust and oozing more cum inside her fertile pussy. He did it again and again, making her shake and quake under his powerful thrusts. Her tight cum-filled and juices soaked pussy tightened around his cock and milked him. Lycaon pulled himself out of her tightness and got off of her. Artemis fell to the ground in a quivering and shaking heap. "Get up," he commanded as he stood above her. Artemis did so. She managed to stand up for three seconds on her weak legs before she fell to the ground again in a pleasured haze and groaned. Lycaon had a smile on his face when Artemis fell to the ground in front of him. "Bitch likes to remain on the ground, doesn't she?" "Noo," Artemis denied, but grunted when Lycaon's hand gripped her hair and pulled her face up to meet his eyes. "I said that the bitch likes to remain on the ground, doesn't she?" Lycaon growled, managing to lean down and stroke his juices-covered cock in front of her lips. Lycaon smirked when Artemis shook her head yet licked her lips as if wanting that piece of monster-cock in her mouth. Artemis gasped in stunning shock when his hand slapped her cheek hard, leaving a red-hand print. She didn't understand why she enjoyed this... type of pleasure because. Her lust-filled mind demanded to be degraded like this, to be slapped, to be used like a slut. "Yess," she hissed through the haze of pleasure and pain. "Yes what?" "I like the ground. The ground is for sluts like me." Artemis admitted. "Good slut," Lycaon complimented her making Artemis feel oddly proud and happy. She yelped when Lycaon roughly helped her up and shoved her back against a tree. Lycaon gripped her leg and made use of her flexible body by placing her foot on his shoulder. He teased her pussy lips with his cock before thrusting up inside her wetness again. "Oh fuck," Artemis grunted. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Lycaon gave a wolfish grin at the submissive goddess and thrust harder and faster. Plunging his thick shaft to the hilt and out again. Lycaon's hands gripped her shirt and ripped it off, exposing her small pert tits for his eyes to feast and his hands to touch. And he did exactly that, he fondled and groped them without shame, twisting and pinching her erect nipples and making her gasp for breath as she bucked against his superior muscled body. Lycaon groaned and his body stiffening up, his hips speeding up even faster as he thrust his cock deeper inside the goddess making her moan and yelp with his powerful thrusts. Lycoan grunted and buried himself to the hilt inside her tight moist needy womanhood. Artemis screamed, pleasure taking over her senses as she twisted and bucked against him. Her legs quivered and she almost fell over again but Lycaon held her still against him. "You are mine! Your tits are mine! Your pussy is mine! Your ass is mine! Your fucking body and mind are mine!" Lycaon roared and spilled his seed within her fertile cunt, breeding her like a bitch in heat. "I own you, slut!" Artemis moaned, her eyes wide open in stunning shock, her hazed silver-eyes stared up at his amber-eyes filled with lust and staring down at her like she was his slave. His eyes demanded her to be a obedient bitch to him. Her cunt tightened and sprayed her juices on his thick shaft and she screamed again as she orgasmed. "Yesss!" She submitted. "I'm yours. You own everything that I am and have! You own my mind and body!" Lycaon grunted, pulling his still spurting cock out of her wet molten pussy and threw her leg off of his shoulder and shoved her onto her knees. Lycaon had a smile on his face as he sprayed her face white with his thick cum. She shivered in delight as his cum splattered on her face and started to take his cock in her mouth but Lycaon stopped her, continuing to splatter her face with his cum. Shivers of pleasure continued to run through her body. Juices and cum dripped from her pussy and she moaned when Lycaon gripped her hair and shoved her face down on his wet cock. She licked and sucked with enthusiasm that she didn't know she had. She swallowed the taste of cum and her juices down her throat, her eyes sparkling with joy. He shoved her head down against his balls, liking the way she choked and gagged on his full length and continued to try to please him. Her eyes stared up at him and he held her head before starting to thrust hard and fast, fucking her throat and his sweaty balls slapping against her chin. "Such a good slut," he idly commented and laughed when he saw her eyes lit up with pride and joy. That just made him fuck her face harder. Overwhelming pleasure rode his body as the goddess was submissive and obedient below him like a pet, a bitch. She didn't even mind that he was hurting her and it was getting him off. Her lips were starting to bruise, tears were staining her cheeks yet her eyes were filled pleasure and lust towards him, and he could imagine her throat hurting. If only he had a camera to take a picture of Artemis on her knees with his cum on her face. "Create some slutty panties," Lycaon commanded and that made her confused yet she did what he said without questioning it. Out of thin air, small pink lace thongs appeared in her hand and he took them away from her. He gave a few quick thrusts inside her throat more before shoving her off and letting her fall on her back and he managed a quick laugh when she moaned and shook under an orgasm before trying to get back on her knees before him. Lycaon grunted and stroked his cock against her underwear and he stained her new underwear white with his seed, spurting a few times before aiming his cock at her tits and came on her tits. Artemis moaned and pushed her small tits together, her hands touching the thick cum before yelping when he spurted one last time on her face. He slapped his cum-covered cock head against her cheek, smiling when she didn't turn away from it. "Now, you're going to be a good slut of mine," Lycaon said and Artemis sat up straighter. "You're going to wear these cum-stained panties and only these panties and walk back to your camp. There, you're going to show your cum-covered, my cum, body to your hunters and declare yourself as a slut, my slut to your hunters." Artemis nodded so fast that he could barely tell how many times she nodded. "You're going to force them to sit around and tell in explicit detail how much you enjoyed being my bitch to breed. My slut to fuck and how much you want to be fucked again and bred like a bitch. You will then tell them that if I want to fuck any of the hunters, then they can't deny me, fight me or run away from me." Artemis' eyes were wide with lust, already thinking of who he would fuck and if she could be there to see it. "If there is someone that is going to deny me, you are to pull off your cum-stained panties and stuff it in their mouth and bind them down for me." Lycaon said, saliva dripping from his mouth as he fantasised about fucking all the hunters. Lycaon took a hold of her chin with one hand and used her other hand to pinch her nipples hard and made her yelp. "Is that understood?" "Yes," Artemis moaned. "Good," Lycaon muttered before slapping her cheek one last time with his cock and left her kneeling on the ground. On his way leaving, he leaned down and dropped the stained panties on her hand and gave a big slap on her firm ass leaving a red-print and a yelping Artemis behind him. Artemis stood up on quivering legs as her entire body shook in the aftermath. She looked at the cum-stained panties and shrugged her shoulders before wearing them. She moaned as his thick cum rubbed against her wet pussy lips. She left the clearing and started to walk towards her camp and hunters—clad only in stained panties. -Few minutes later- Aphrodite was frozen as she looked at Artemis walk away. She licked her lips. Artemis' cum-covered tits and face were turning her on so much and she wanted to rush there and push Artemis to the ground and take her. She wanted to peel away those stained panties and stuff them inside Artemis' mouth. Aphrodite wanted her strap-on and push Artemis to her back and fuck her. "Fuck," Aphrodite moaned and teleported away to get a good rough fucking from Ares.

Chapter 0 - To Satisfy Stones

Students entered the room, taking their seats as Ms. Prattihara placed the last of a few preparatory notes on the blackboard. When the bell rang, Ms. Prattihara turned to look at her class over the top edge of her small glasses. “Class, open your books. We're entering the 12th century, now. What have we covered so far?” A few hands slowly rose, and she decided to pick a student that hadn't raised their hand to see if they were paying attention. “Leila.” Leila sighed. “Persia versus Hispania for the umpteenth time. Something about France.” Ms. Prattihara scowled. “It was Persia stepping in when Hispania declared a Jihad against Germany. Persia came to the aid of their fellow Zoroastrians in central Europe.” Leila sighed again, more dramatically. “Right. Couldn't we go back to mid-11th century? Empress Hamdam was more fun.” There were a few assenting grumbles from the rest of the class, to which Ms. Prattihara straightened up and stepped forward, leveling her gaze on them. “Now, class. I know Empress Parvaneh wasn't 'juicy', but Empress Ghazal has only just started her reign. And the electorate had not been as eager to have Ghazal become empress as they had her mother or grandmother.” Ms. Prattihara turned to the blackboard and tapped firmly on it with the chalk in her hand. “With Ghazal's brother-husband sentenced to life imprisonment by Empress Parvaneh for the rape of a courtier's daughter, and Ghazal's only daughter dead of pneumonia before coming of age, there was concerns that electing Ghazal to Empress would be a dead-end in the family. Showing strong support to other Zoroastrians being persecuted by the Muslims convinced the Empire that Ghazal did mean business and solidified her rule.” “Still,” she continued, writing on the blackboard again. “In 1135, Empress Ghazal was having some difficulty ruling the empire. The other rulers were simply not taking her as seriously as they did her mother.” When she turned her head back to the class, she noticed a hand up. “Yes, Hassan?” The boy lowered his hand. “If she was having problems, why didn't she just do what her grandmother did?” There was a few appreciative titters among the class. Ms. Prattihara shrugged. “It's a valid thought, certainly. She had inherited her grandmother's very generous figure, hips widened for child bearing and breasts the size of her head, as her mother had. But the talent wasn't there. Empress Ghazal was described as a bit of a shy flower, with difficulty dealing with strange men. I'm afraid such brazen tactics as her grandmother wasn't a real option.” Over the disappointed groans of the class, she continued, going back to the blackboard. “But something did come up... so to speak... in 1135. Ghazal would have been in her early 30s at the time, when, during an ordinary day in court, something extraordinary happened. A deep rumbling could be heard, the ground vibrated beneath her feet, the walls shook, decorations toppling from their holdings...” “An earthquake?” Ms. Prattihara turned briefly to nod, allowing the interruption. “Indeed, an earthquake. A relatively minor one. Records say several buildings were destroyed, still more had to be torn down from damage sustained, but nobody was seriously injured. But the event didn't end there. The air stank of something foul, torches lining the streets started burning green every night for weeks, and everywhere people whispered that something was terribly wrong.” Ms. Prattihara turned to look at the class again. “Now, Empress Ghazal did everything she could to calm concerns. Which included personal inspections of damaged parts of the city. She saw for herself the odd glow of the torches, could smell the air. And it troubled her. But not more than when a farmer rushed towards her. “Her personal guard stepped in to intervene, but the farmer was begging for the Empress to listen to him. She allowed him to speak, and he told her of a great fissure that had broken open in the ground in one of his fields. She ordered the farmer to take her there, and he led her to a chasm that had torn across a fallow patch of land, longer than an arrow could fly end to end, and further across than a man could jump. Stepping close and leaning over to look inside, Ghazal swore she could see a red glow coming from the bottom. What sounded like screaming and crying echoed up from below. Foul air blew upwards from the chasm, the stink of it making her head swim, and she staggered back with the aid of the farmer.” Ms. Prattihara paused here. “This is where science and historical records disagree. Sufficient evidence has been found that an earthquake did indeed happen around 1135, and that a fissure did break open just outside the capital, and that there was a lot of human activity in the area for some weeks after. But science can not find any evidence of what the records say further.” She turned back to the blackboard. “Empress Ghazal immediately ordered that the fissure be sealed. All of the city's efforts turned to the task, with wagons loaded up with stone, gravel, and dirt endlessly parading into the farmer's field to dump tons and tons of rock into the fissure. The workers gagged at the stench, their ears echoing with the screams from below, and only by the Empress' personal presence glaring at them did they continue the effort. This continued for days... until something came up. “A great hand, enormous, clawed, hairy, with skin of orange, rose up from the fissure to grab at the edge, striking a wagon and crushing it like toothpicks. With a rumble of effort, a great head rose into view. It was ugly, bald, with a great jaw full of fangs. Three angry eyes glared down as the beast climbed up out of the fissure, twice as tall as any man. Two horns sprouted from the creature's forehead, curled upwards to the sky. It's hair was patchy, but dense across the chest and loins, and a ragged beard dangled from it's chin. Standing now on clawed feet, the beast roared. 'Who struck me with stones?' it demanded. “The Empress' guard sprung to action, forming a defense line of glaives in front of the beast. With a swipe of it's claw, the beast snapped a dozen glaives' heads from their staves, and even as brave men drew swords to defend the Empress, the beast demanded again, 'Who struck me with stones?' “Ghazal quickly realized what her men faced. A daeva. Brave and strong as her soldiers were, she feared they would prove no match for such a monster. She could not allow her men to throw their lives away in such a futile gesture. Stepping forward, Empress Ghazal demanded all to halt. Standing where the daeva could easily see her behind her still-protective guard, Ghazal told the daeva that she had given the order to dump stones into the chasm, further adding that she had no knowledge of the daeva being inside. “The daeva snorted. 'Typical humans,' it said, 'always to act without thought. I have half a mind to return below and rip this chasm open to swallow the city!' Knowing full well that to pursue the daeva into the chasm below to prevent it from doing just that would be suicide for hundreds, if not thousands, of her soldiers, Empress Ghazal apologized for the act of dumping stones on the daeva. She asked if there would be any way they could possibly compensate the daeva, in exchange for allowing them to finish filling in the fissure? “The daeva looked down at the Empress, in her royal gown, studying every curve of her form. 'Maybe,' it growled, it's lips curling into a sneer as it continued. 'You dumped stones on me. So you see to my stones...' It pointed brazenly at it's crotch at this. 'And when my stones are satisfied, I return home, and you can do whatever you like to this chasm.' “The Empress considered this for a moment, and then agreed. Ordering her guard aside, Ghazal stepped forward. Taking note that the royal guard were still nearby and ready, the daeva moved with care as it sank to it's knees and took hold of the Empress' shoulders. The daeva stank of the fissure, dirt and foulness, sweat and bad breath. But Ghazal stood her ground. Then, with a growl, it tore Ghazal's dress in two, tatters of lace and gold thread flying to reveal her skin. “Grabbing hold of her waist, uncaring of all the guard and workers standing there watching, the daeva easily lifted the Empress, turning her over and spreading her legs with a quick toss of it's chin. It shoved it's face into her pussy, licking and nuzzling and growling as he did. With one hand holding her steady, it's other sank into the dense fur across it's loins, yanking out a massive cock that rivaled a horse's in size. Helmeted with fleshy barb-like protrusions, the daeva shoved this cock into Ghazal's face. She barely had time to open her mouth before the cock was shoved inside, straining her mouth to it's limits and pushing into her throat. “The daeva returned it's hand to holding Ghazal steady, slobbering all over her twat as it's hips thrust it's monstrous cock into her throat. And from the corners of her eyes, Ghazal could see all faces turned to watch her, her enormous tits hanging upside down and threatening to bang into her face, her legs splayed out wide to make way for the daeva's enormous face. And the sounds seened to fill her world. Slobbering and grunting from the daeva as it feasted upon her sex, her lips slurping and moaning around the massive invading dick. Saliva flowed at both ends, Ghazal getting slathered at both ends as it seemed to go on and on... “Then, the daeva's grunts grew more insistent, and with only a moment's realization, Ghazal felt the cock erupt in her throat, foul seed blasting into her stomach, and back up into her mouth and nose, spraying out in a burst of spunk all over her face. Ghazal found herself coming as well, for the daeva apparently knew it's work upon her. She came with such force that the daeva found itself coughing from the sudden eruption from her. “Lifting the Empress up off it's cock, her throat voiding itself of unswallowed semen, the daeva carefully turned her upright again, facing the crowd. One of the guards demanded that the daeva let the Empress go. The daeva laughed. 'My stones are not yet satisfied!' Indeed, it's cock was still rampant, and with both cock and pussy soaked, the daeva sank the Empress onto it's dick. Stretching with difficulty, the Empress' pussy was speared on the barbed shaft, going deeply into her before settling into a thrusting rhythm. The daeva held  her legs open, letting all gathered see their Empress being ruthlessly fucked by the enormous cock, still slick with it's first load. “Ghazal, her face still covered in cum, moaned loudly, her belly stretching from within with each thrust. She grabbed her huge and heavy breasts, tweaking her nipples. She rode the beastial cock until, once again, the daeva growled and released into her, it's cock throbbing for all to see as it's seed entered her inner self, more than could be held, flowing out of her and all over the daeva's legs. Still not done, the daeva leaned over, setting the Empress down on hands and knees, rutting with her like an animal, never pausing it's ruthless fucking. She loudly came again as all eyes were upon her... “Nine times the daeva blew it's loads into Ghazal. Her own screams, part pleasure, part torment, had grown hoarse. But, at long last, the daeva sighed and was still. Ghazal, feeling the enormous hands release their grip, pulled away, and slowly got up. Standing there, naked, hair tattered, makeup streaming, trembling, both legs with rivers of cum, and fighting the urge to prostrate and beg the daeva to mount her again, the Empress drew herself up and asked the daeva if it's stones were satisfied. “The daeva chuckled, 'Yes, well satisfied.' Standing slowly, the daeva continued, 'Very well. I shall return home in peace. Give me time to climb back down.' It pointed to the sun overhead. 'When the sun sets for the third time, I will be home again. Do what you will to the chasm after that. But drop no stones until then, or I will come back up.' “The Empress promised to wait three days, and the daeva lowered itself into the chasm again. Three days later, the work resumed. The chasm eventually filled, and the daeva was not seen again. “Nine months later, the Empress gave birth to her second daughter...” Ms. Prattihara smiled as she turned around once again. “A daeva's spawn? Or perhaps a convenient tale?” Looking across the class, she took note of flushed cheeks, licking lips, and shuffling legs. There were soft whimpers in the room, and furtive glances across aisles. A quick glance left and right first, then Ms. Prattihara sighed. “Alright...” The word was all that was needed, as girls reached over to boys to grab at belts, boys reached for girls to go up under shirts. When one boy stood and stepped forward, asking “Ms..?” as his hands undid his pants, the teacher simply popped the clasp on her skirt and stepped out of it, leaning against the black board and raising one leg wide to let his hard cock into her. Truth be told, the tale of Empress Ghazal was of special interest to Ms. Prattihara. Just thinking about the Empress getting brutally fucked by that enormous cock in front of everyone just made her crave a deep, thorough fucking for herself...

Chapter 2 - Zoe's First Monster Cock and Gang-Bang

The summer sun shone down on Zoe's copper colored skin and long black hair as she walked through the woods. Gently, she stepped over leaves and sticks making no noise, her ears alert to the faintest sound that could mean danger. Zoe knew there were many things in the forest that harbored evil intentions, but today everything seemed innocent. The heat, the heat was another matter. She felt like she was baked, and she realized that she was over two hour's walk from the camp. She shivered as sound of running water reached her. A grin spread over her sweet pink lips, showing white teeth, and the huntress ran through the woods towards the sound. Zoe laughed when she reached the shady side of the forest near the rocky hills. Clean water fell in a stream down from the hill, collecting in a pool that looked perfect for a quick bath. Zoe quickly looked around. She hadn't seen anything dangerous yet, and the clearing was surrounded by leaves and bushes, it would be difficult to find her. Zoe's decision was made, she rapidly stripped off her T-shirt and skirt, exposing her lovely panties and bra covered body to the sun. A thrill sped through her and she quickly took her bra off, exposing her bare small breasts to the warm air, then she pulled her silk pink panties down and kicked them off. The warm wind making her shiver. Smiling to herself, Zoe dipped one foot in the water. It was cold and her nipples hardened. She giggled, plunging in feeling the cold all over her bare skin. It felt incredible with the heat of the day. Ducking under, she let the water soak her hair, then breached the surface in an spray of droplets. Zoe was so distracted that she didn't notice the approaching footsteps until they the loud stomps fell on the pool's edge. Her blood froze and her coppery skin paled as she heard the mocking voice of Cyclopes. There were three of them, standing near the pool where she had left her clothes. One lifted her skirt to his face, two lifted her panties to his face, breathing in her scent and the third was observing her pert breasts that she covered up with her hands making the cyclops grunt. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. She did what any Artemis' huntress would do when alone naked and with men or monsters. She had two choices, either to kill them or flee and because she didn't have her weapons she turned to flee. Zoe leaped swiftly from the pool, her nude body shone in the sun instantly as she landed on the opposite of the three cyclopes. She pushed quickly through the leaves to run – elation surged in her chest, thinking that she was getting away and she looked back towards the pool stupidly when something strong plowed into her strong flat belly and she doubled over, coughing. A fourth one! She thought desperately as strong fingers curled into her hair, and dragged her back to the pool, her arms and legs flailing. The grunts and growls of triumph greeted the cyclops holding her when the three realized that their prize wasn't lost. "Let me go or my lady, Artemis, will have your heads!" Zoe despite her fear managed to say, relishing in seeing the four cyclopes flinch. Zoe knew that she and Artemis had a good reputation of hunting monsters down relentlessly and she hoped to use that. Unfortunately, it didn't work. "I never hear a woman talk," said a cyclops, his voice deep and strong, running a finger over his club. "Just scream." "It's cause you usually are bashing their heads in with your club," the cyclops holding her said. Zoe blanched when she saw the cyclopes nodding. "I can make them scream without a knife," the cyclops sniffing her panties said , grabbing his crotch with a laugh. "This one's mine first, Crimert," the cyclops holding her said threatening. He used his thick hand and rubbed her naked ass and Zoe managed to flail her legs powerfully, hitting the cyclopes in the chest. He growled and slapped her ass so hard that she fell over on the grass, landing on her stomach. "Watch it, huntress," he said, picking her up by the neck. Zoe kicked and writhed as he squeezed her soft neck. "I think we need to teach you a a lesson." Zoe's heart dropped as the cyclops shoved her forwards over a rough rock and dropped his loincloth. Zoe was sure that the cyclopes rough weight would be over her body and its cock would be penterating her virgin pussy. Instead, the cyclopes powerful hand came down on her ass. A sharp smack made to her ears as he slapped her butt, a jolt of pain made her scream until a cyclops stuffed her mouth with her panties. Zoe's eyes watered and her cheeks stained with tears as she squirmed under his blows. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain. Her eyes opened in shock when she felt something hard, thick and long press against her thigh. Her cheeks reddened as she realized what it was. The thrill from being naked rushed back, twice as strong and she wriggled as this hand hit her again. Involuntarily, she raised her red butt up for the next blow. What are you doing?! Her mind screamed. The cyclops, with his thick shaft between her legs sniffed the air, letting the trembling huntress rest on the rock. It smelled like honey and he licked his lips. Looking down at the huntress, her pussy peeking out between her thighs glistening with wetness and the cyclops realized that the huntress was enjoying it. His cock twitched when her wetness dripped on it, pre-cum leaking out of its tip. Zoe squealed when the cyclops rolled her onto her back and spread her legs apart. Zoe didn't have time to register what he was doing until his thick shaft penetrtated her womanhood and the three watching cyclopes crowed with delight. Zoe moaned when the cyclops above her thrust his thick cock inside her. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as she came. The cyclops thrusting inside her could feel it, her pussy convulsing and tightening and spilling her juices on his cock as he continued to thrust through her orgasm. A cyclops came to stand above her head, his manhood above her open mouth and Zoe willingly opened her mouth more and licked her lips staring at the impressive monster shaft. The cyclops thrust its shaft inside her mouth with a grunt and Zoe, shamelessly and wanton with lust sucked on it. Her tongue swirling and licking, swallowing the pre-cum. Her hands came up to touch her aching small pert breasts when the two remaining cyclopes came to stand at her sides and grabbed her hands and guided them towards their cocks. Zoe moaned, her hands stroking the thick long shafts, she sucked on the big cock in her mouth and thrust her hips back at the cyclops thrusting its throbbing shaft inside her moist cunt. Zoe moaned against his thick cock, wet with her saliva and enjoying the salty taste of pre-cum. If Artemis were to find me and if she were to disturb me or kill these cyclops, I would leave her hunt and angrily scream at her for disturbing this wonderful moment. I would probably attempt to make Artemis join me. Zoe thought, accepting the massive amount of lust that was running through her mind. Zoe shattered under the climax, shock waves of pleasure sizzled and her sweaty body shuddered as she came again. Her head bobbed frantically and her hips twisted violently against his hips. She screamed and moaned against his cock as the cyclops buried his cock to the hilt and stopping. His throbbing manhood pulsed exploded inside her, spilling his hot thick cum into her sopping ruined cunt. The cyclops pulled its erect cock out of her pussy making her moan with loss and yelp when he brushed against her clit. "Lets switch," the cyclops that just fucked watched his cum and her juices dribble out of her cunt. He stroked his cum and juices covered cock. "Hold on," the cyclops fucking her mouth said and sped up its thrusts. Zoe' grunted as the cyclops fucked her mouth faster and harder, pistoning in and out of her sloppy throat. She choked and gagged, her eyes tearing up yet continued to try to lick and suck. The cyclops stopped its thrusting, burying himself down her throat and Zoe grunted as his thick cock pulsed and spilled its seed down her throat making her gag and swallow. Zoe swalloed with enthusiasm, enjoying the taste of his salty seed. His sweaty and hairy big balls resting on her chin. The cyclops pulled out, his throbbing cock dripped cum and saliva down onto her face that she tried to catch with her open mouth, gasping for breath. Some she caught, rest landed with a splatter on her cheeks. "She's a good sucker," The cyclops commented and they switched. Zoe moaned when he pushed his wet thick cock inside her sloppy cum-filled cunt. He gripped her strong legs and held them onto his shoulders and penetrated her deeper making her release a deep moan. Her empty mouth was filled by the thick cock covered in cum and her juices that she enthuastically sucked on. Licking the taste of salty seed and her honeyed-juices, swallowing the mixture down her throat and licked the tip of his head. Her hands continued to pump the two aching bulges in her hands as the two cyclopes played with her aching tits. They twisted and pinched her nipples making her gasp in pain mixed with pleasure. Their meaty hands grabbed, groped and fondled her small tits. The two cyclopes at her sides were waiting for their turn and enjoyed her small hands that barely fit around their thick cocks. Zoe lost count of how many times they switched and fucked her ruined sopping pussy. All she knew was endless pleasure as the four cyclopes used her willing pleasured and to be given pleasure body for themselves. Her lips were bruised and her cheeks were stained with tears, tits were red and aching from their groping and her erect nipples stood out poking. Her pussy, even after taking four large shafts to the hilt was still tight around their cock. She lost count of how many times they filled her cunt to the brim with their potent molten cum. When a cyclops pulled out, her cunt pushed the hot cum out before another came between her thighs with his shaft hot and hard and slid himself home again. Zoe knew she had swallowed at least 10 or more loads of warm cum and her own juices down her throat and her salivating mouth begged for more. When the cyclopes wanted to change positions, she did so happily. When they told her to get on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air, she did so fast that it made her look like a bitch in heat. When two of them started to lay down on the ground, Zoe didn't even think about it. She stood up on quivering legs and ran at them before crouching down and impaling herself to the hilt on their thick cocks and rode them and sucked the two cyclopes off who stood. It didn't bother her when the cyclops gripped her head with two hands and used her mouth as a pussy. She choked and gagged and felt pain, but the pleasure overrode that pain and she moaned happily as the cyclops force-fed his cock to her open mouth, pushing her head back and forth on his cock and spilling his seed deep in her throat. When the cyclopes called her a slut, she promised to be te their personal slut. When the cyclopes asked if they could come back and fuck her again, she agreed without a moments hesitation. In fact, if they did come back to fuck her again, she promised to be naked and wet with her legs spread for them. When they said that they'll bring more of their friends to fuck her, Zoe moaned and told them to bring them all and that she would be ready and wet for them. When the cyclops who was thrusting deep into her pussy idly commented about wanting to fuck Artemis or another huntress. Zoe had screamed and moaned against the thick cock in her mouth, she had shivered and climaxed, spraying her juices on his shaft. "I'll help you fuck my lady, Artemis!" Zoe had then screamed. "I'll help you fuck any huntress you want!" The cyclopes were frozen in amazement, amazement at how they managed to fuck the huntress into so much pleasure that she'd help them fuck the goddess Artemis or another huntress of their choice. All at once their cocks throbbed and twitched, releasing their release hot cum inside her pussy and throat and the other two cyclopes spurted cum after cum on her small tits. Zoe passed out from the sensory overload of pleasure. She fell in a heap of quivering mess with cum staining her sweaty body. The cyclopes didn't stop and continued to use her passed out body. They came again, insetad this time surrounding her and spurting cum on her tits, face and thighs. "We'll come back again?" A cyclopes asked. "Of course stupid," Another answered and slapped his head. The last two cyclopes walked behind the two stupid-heads and both said at the same time. "Thalia" They gave a belly-rumbling laugh as they walked away from the passed out huntress, leaving her in the clearing. "Yes, what I wouldn't give to have the daughter of Zeus below me." -A FEW MINUTES LATER- Aphrodite blinked into existence, amazed at how willing Zoe was after a tiny minuscule of her power. Aphrodite's panties were damp and her thighs were rubbing. She couldn't believe how hot and aroused Zoe was after she used her powers on her. "Zoe's first cock and a gang-bang," Aphrodite murmured, her eyes still wide on Zoe's cum-stained tight and sweaty body. She remained on the ground, her tits facing the sky, her face to the side with her lips parted. Her legs were spread and shaking, her glistening cunt dripped with cum and juices down. "Such a monster-cock slut," Aphrodite commented when she saw some cum dribble from her mouth. "I too hope you help those cyclopes fuck Artemis," Aphrodite said, her fingers rubbing wet pussy through the damp panties. "I want to see Artemis spit-roasted."

Chapter 1 - Detention Gone Sexual

Draco Malfoy is the powerful heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy. He has been raised by his father to think that the pure-bloods are the most powerful and nobody can stand against the pure-bloods. In Hogwarts nobody wanted to mess with him because of how dangerous his father is. This guaranteed that he had his own circle of followers and threats to use against others. He remembered being 9 years old and his father teaching him about pure-bloods. One of the things that his father said and taught him was forever ingrained in his mind. "We are pure-bloods. We take what we want, when we want it, where we want it and how we want it. Remember it." his father had said. "Mud-bloods, half-bloods, half-breeds and creatures are below us, Draco, remember that." Draco, now sixteen and very annoyed that he was in detention with a mud-blood teacher of Muggle studies. He hated Harry Potter. The Gryffindor bastard managed to get him detention because of his mother, Lily Potter. In Draco's opinion, Lily Potter should be humiliated and removed from the Potter Line before she dirtied the line further with more half-bloods. But… Draco's hormonal mind couldn't deny that she was one fucking hot woman and he couldn't deny that the Muggles had better and sexier clothings for women and the only reason he even attended the Muggle Studies was because of her actually. He didn't really care that he hated Lily, hated how she was a mud-blood, hated how she thought Muggles and Wizards should someday know about each other and participate with each other. That was absolute bullocks. Yet Draco loved how Lily dressed with Muggle clothing. Sometimes she wore smaller skirts that showed her smooth legs. One day he even managed to see her blue panties when she had bent over. She always wore short-sleeved shirts and sometimes he could see her bra through them and he could tell her tits were big and he wanted to touch them. Today was slightly different. She wore tight blue jeans that complimented her ass. A black T-Shirt with long sleeves covered her and Draco for a moment thought she wasn't wearing a bra. He couldn't tell. He fantasised her on her knees in front of him with her red lips wrapped around his cock and fisting her red hair tightly and face fucking her. Lily came to a stand in front of his desk and dropped a parchment down on the table. He read what was written on it. "I will not bully muggle-borns, half-bloods and I will not call them mud-bloods." Draco sighed. Every teacher seemed to give something of a similar detention. "I want you to write that over and over for 200 times," Lily said. 200!? Draco shouted in his mind. No teacher went over 100 and after that they usually changed detention to something else if they had time. Draco gave a snarl before his father's teachings came to the forefront of his mind. We take what we want, we want it, where we want it and how we want it. Draco was angry and annoyed and slightly aroused. How dare she give me so much! Draco for a moment forgot that she was a teacher. "How dare you give me so much to repeat you stupid mud-blood!" Lily's green eyes widened slightly before they narrowed. "Enough with the mud-blood insults. Enough. They have magic and you have magic..." Draco tried to listen to her but she didn't understand. Mud-bloods were below him. Draco couldn't believe what he was about to do but he couldn't help it. He was hard and the detention was sure to last a while longer now that she was in her educating mood again. "Are you even listening to me?" she asked. We take what we want, we want it, where we want it and how we want it. "I want it now," Draco murmured, twisting slightly on his seat. "Want what now?" she asked, her eyes brimming with confusion and slight anger. Draco ignored her, stood up and walked around the desk. Her eyes followed him and she turned too so now her back was against the desk and her ass bumped against the desk when he walked towards her and she backed. "You," Draco said before taking the final step and closing in. Draco gripped her tight in her arms and locked her between him and the desk and didn't let her go as she tried to hit his chest and twist her legs against him. "Draco Malfoy!" Lily screamed. "I am your teacher and you will stop this now!" She was brimming with anger now. She couldn't believe the guts this brat had. "No," Draco told her and moved his hand down and touched her ass through her jeans. He smiled when her eyes went wide before narrowing at him. He didn't waste time groping her ass. He wanted to touch it naked, but it was better than nothing and he had time. "You are a mud-blood and mud-bloods are below me." He leaned down and kissed her neck before biting down and making her yelp. "Malfoy!" Lily screamed. She managed to move her hands and hit him in the chest a few times before he stopped groping her ass and gripped her wrist and stopped her hitting. "I will have you in detention for the rest of your time in Hogwarts!" Malfoy grunted, annoyed at her fighting and slapped her cheek hard and leaving a bright red hand-print that left her dazed. Her eyes were shocked before tears flowed and stained her cheeks. The fight slowly left her when she realized that Malfoy didn't care if he hurt her or not. Her hands fell limp at her sides but her legs continued to twist and try to hit. "That's good then," Malfoy murmured against her neck before thrusting his hips at her. His rock-hard cock pushing against her thighs. "We can have lots of fun in detention then." Lily shook her head. She tried to deny that his manhood was between her thighs. She changed tactics from fighting back to pleading and begging. "Please let me go," she said. "I won't tell anyone. Just please let me go." Lily's hopes were raised for a moment when he stopped and gave it a thought but her hopes were destroyed in an instant when he gave a small chuckle and continued his ministrations. "Who do you think they'll believe? The mud-blood teacher of Muggle Studies or Draco Malfoy, Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy." He laughed more and stopped gripping her wrist and instead groped her tits through her shirt and now he knew for sure that she wasn't wearing a bra. She sighed and tried not to moan. Despite hating what was happening she couldn't help but enjoy his attention. Her husband, James Potter died ten years ago and she ever since then she didn't have sex with a man, instead only using her toys. And here was her son's number one enemy in school and he was bringing her pleasure no matter how much she hated it. And his cock felt big too against her thigh and god it felt good to a man… or boy paying attention to her, touching her. Lily wondered why he stopped when he did but understood in a second when he started undressing and by god he undressed fast. Lily couldn't believe the position she was in. She was leaning against a desk and her son's number one enemy was standing in front of him naked in all his pale glory and she licked her lips at the sight of his cock. It had to be at least 7'inches long and she gave an involuntary smile when he was hairless. "On your knees mud-blood." Draco said, lust in his voice and his eyes lit up when she went on her knees in front of him without fighting. He couldn't believe what was happening. Harry Potter's mom was on her knees in front of him and he was naked with his cock standing before her face. By Merlin how fucking hot she looked with tear-stained cheeks and wet lips and loose red-hair. "Bloody hell," he grunted when warmth and wetness enveloped his cock. She had taken his cock in her mouth without his command. Her lips were wrapped around his cock and her tongue was moving as if magic. She had a smile on her face. One of the favorite things she loved to do with James was oral. Despite James not wanting to do oral on her, she didn't mind. She loved sucking his cock. It was one of her favorite things to do and almost every day she woke him up with a blow job. She looked up at Draco's eyes and sped up her motions of up and down, taking his shaft deeper in her mouth. Draco's eyes bulged when she took him deeper and his hand came down on her head and patted her as if she had done a good job. She smiled around his cock up at him and her hand came up to fondle his sweaty balls. She wanted to touch herself but she could wait. She could wait for him to fuck her. Draco felt amazing. His cock felt so good in her mouth and everything was made better knowing who she was. But… he felt as if he was losing the dominant hold he had on her for a moment because of how good she is at sucking cock. His father taught him dominance and control and he tried to bring that to higher levels. He fisted her hair in a tight bun and said, "Open wide," Lily looked at him confused for a moment before she understood. She opened her mouth wider around his cock yet kept her motions going but she was interrupted by him. He smiled ferally down at her and began moving her head down and up on his cock. At first he did it slowly before speeding up and beginning to thrust. Lily gagged and choked on his cock and tears began to stain her cheeks again and her hair clung to her sweaty and wet cheeks as he face fucked her. Lily was glad that she had silenced the room earlier before detention. "Fucking slut," he grunted and went even harder. He thrust his hips back and forth powerfully and kept forcing her head up and down. His pulsing erection felt so good in her mouth and she can't believe she missed it so much. "Lily Potter is a whore," Draco commented idly as he began hitting the back of her throat. He smiled when she gagged and saliva trickled from the side of her lips every time he pulled out almost. Her hands kept fondling his big balls and ignored her own aching tits. Draco groaned and stiffened, he bottomed out, his 7'inch cock fully embedded in her mouth as his balls remained on her chin fondled by her hands. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her hot mouth and he lost control as he erupted inside her mouth. Stream after stream of white hot cum empted itself down her throat that she attempted to swallow. The salty taste went down her throat and she swallowed and licked before coughing when he pulled out. She spat and coughed as cum dripped from her lips. She yelped when his hot cum landed on her face and his cock kept twitching in front of her messy face. She took him back in her mouth and sucked and cleaned his still hard cock. Lily had to admit one thing she loved about wizards was the fact that they lasted longer and could go for hours. Her friend, Amelia Bones had said that younger wizards could last very long. "Get up," he said and pulled her head off of his cock despite wanting to let her go at it for bit longer. But he had a greater desire to fuck her. Lily moaned and stood up on shaky legs and began to unzip her jeans. She shimmied them down exposing her smooth legs and damp red panties to him. He groaned behind her and he with impatience just helped her pull the jeans down before pushing her panties down. She crowed with delight when Draco roughly pushed her chest down onto the desk and spread her legs slightly. He stroked his spit-covered cock once and twice before guiding it to her wet pussy lips. He teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, smiling when she tried to reach behind her to push him in. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me!" Lily begged. "I want your cock in me!" "Such a slut," Draco said idly before sliding two inches in and moaning. Draco hadn't felt so much pleasure overriding his senses ever. She was wet, tight and molten hot. Lily too moaned. Only two inches in and she was high on pleasure already. She was so stupid that she hadn't had sex in years. "Oh hell," Draco grunted and buried himself to the hilt. He stopped for a moment, catching his breath because this was so much better than her sucking his cock. "M-move," Lily whimpered. Draco started to pull out, eager to fuck her. Draco grunted and started to pound away at her tight pussy. Lily screamed and she couldn't believe the amount of pleasure that was coursing through her body. She whimpered and shivered under his slamming thrusts and drove her hips back at him. "Oh, that's good… Ohh." Lily writhed against his thrusts. One of the primary things in her mind currently was that she was fucking her son's rival and she was enjoying it immensely. Draco was enjoying this even more. He had his rival's mother who was a teacher and a mud-blood against the desk and he was fucking her and everything was made better by the fact that she seemed to enjoy it and no longer fought him. "So tight, so hot" he murmured. "And so wet." "Because of you," She moaned. He smiled and fisted her hair before pulling hard. Her head popped up, her eyes widening and a pained gasp escaping her with some saliva dripping from her mouth. He tightened her hair more in his hand and kept a hold of it and pounded away at her tight moist pussy with powerful deep and fast thrusts. "Oh fuck-" She moaned under his powerful thrusts and stopped driving her hips back at him. All she could do now was just take it. James was never this rough. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me harder!" Draco smirked. He felt as if he was the most victorious and most powerful student currently in Hogwarts. He was never going to give this up. He would come back and back again and fuck her again and again. "Fuck," He slammed deep inside her and stayed still trying to think of different thoughts besides the squirming woman under him. He pulled out incredibly slow and he gave a small chuckle when she moaned and whined with loss and shook on her legs and almost fell down. "Get undressed," he said before turning around and grabbing his wand from his dropped robes. He wasn't great at transfiguration but he managed to change his robes into something comfortable to lay on. He climbed onto the transfigured robed sofa and laid down on his back. He smirked and looked at the woman undressing before him. Her jeans and panties were off entirely and showed her smooth shaven legs and feet. She looked down at him before taking off her shirt and his cock twitched at the sight of her quite bigger than handful of tits. Her pink erect nipples were demanding to be sucked. She was glistening with sweat and he had a smile on his face as her face still had some of his cum on her. He stroked his womanly juices covered cock and Lily didn't need any encouragement or him telling her what to do. She knew what he wanted and did exactly that. She climbed on and her leaking pussy hovered above his cock. Without further prompt, she dropped down and took him to the hilt in her hot soaked cunt and moaned. He groaned below her and had the biggest smile on his face as the horny woman began riding him. Up and down. Again and again she took him to the hilt and out. "Touch me," Lily moaned and her hands glided over his pale chest. His hands came up and he fondled her sweaty tits. He fondled, groped and squeezed them without shame. He twisted and rolled her nipples between his fingers and made her squeak and gasp in pained pleasure. "Fuck," she writhed, bounced and gasped on top of him. Her juices dribbling on his cock down to his balls. "You're so hard and big." His eyes widened. He didn't expect her to say that. His hands stopped groping her tits and instead moved down her back and he pushed her down. Her tits smashing against his chest and her hot breath tickled his neck before her tongue licked it. His hands moved their journey down to her arse and he began squeezing and groping them and helping her move. She cried out as stars exploded in her eyes. Her legs quivered and her whole body shook on top of him as she took him to the hilt and kept him buried in her. Her moist cunt convulsed and her juices trickled down on his balls. She arched her back and moaned against his neck as every inch of her body was attacked by immense pleasure. It didn't take long for him to finish now that she had orgasmed. He groaned and harshly gripped her arse before pushing her hips up and tried to even get his cock deeper in her ruined cunt. He stiffened, his balls churned and his cock throbbed and pulsed as he came. He exploded inside her and his hot cum painted her pussy creamy-white. It was like eruption had gone off as spurt after spurt of his seed flooded her pussy. "Oh fuck!" Lily screamed. She could feel him releasing his seed inside her and that set her off again in a blinding moment of release as her eyes closed and her body shuddering in ecstasy. A cry of satisfaction left her vulnerable state. They laid like that for a while and just breathed raggedly. His cock was spent but every once in a while cum oozed from his tip inside her juices and cum-filled pussy. Some trickled down his cock onto his balls. Lily climbed off and came down to on her knees and her head lowered down on his cock. She took his juicy cock back in her mouth. She licked, swallowed and sucked his cock clean of her juices and cum. She liked the mixed taste of honey and slight salt. He moaned as she continued to clean on his weakening cock. He so bad wanted to regain his breath, stamina and strength to go again but it seemed like it wasn't happening but nevertheless enjoyed it. She then took one of his sweaty balls in her mouth. She sucked and cleaned it, a heavy smell in her nose that should've disgusted her but she liked the smell of a man's balls. She took the other one in her mouth. "Bloody hell," He murmured. He couldn't understand what was happening and how she was liking this. "You're such a slut." Lily grunted and took her mouth off of his balls and remained on her knees at his side. He gave a sigh of immense relaxation and pleasure before standing up and getting dressed. He ignored her and left her to kneel. He walked past her and patted her hair and when he reached the door he turned around to look at her again and said. "This will be happening again, is that understood slut?" She gulped but nodded. She heard the door close and she gave a sigh before laying down on the floor. "Wow," she said, her eyes dazed with wonder and shame. "That just happened." She touched her lips—her lips that had his cum on them. She could still feel his cum inside her and feel it dribbling down her thighs. "Draco Malfoy just fucked me," she murmured still amazed and just thinking about it made her hot and bothered and more it made her feel and believe she just betrayed her son. "And I enjoyed it."

Chapter 10 - Artemis, meet Medusa.

Artemis knelt before the black-haired woman. She couldn't believe this and looked up into the green enchanting eyes belonging to a pale-skinned creature. A monster hiding behind magical illusions and she attempted to break the illusion. The illusion shattered in her minds-eye and revealed who hid beneath yet it remained in place and did not reveal the monstrous form, "Medusa,” she said. "You are indeed correct, dear Artemis," Medusa said. "Alright," the goddess sighed. "What is it that you want?" Artemis recognized the smile Medusa showed and it’s one of the dangerous kind. A shiver raced down her spine making her wonder what the cursed woman had in mind for her. She came here for one thing but instead she lay on her knees for another. "You want to make me suffer, to silence me and to kill me. You want to make sure I stay quiet and spread rumors about you,” she said. Artemis nodded. Fire burned in her eyes as she desired to slice the rumormongers throat open. It would be so easy but she couldn’t. Not now and not ever. She had underestimated the deviousness of Medusa. "Unfortunately if you do kill me then I can continue to spread some rumors about you. Truths and stories that you do not want to spread out there." Medusa smirked. "There is a way for you to keep me silent.” Artemis sighed. Oh, how she wanted to kill the filthy monster in front of her but she did speak the truth. She knew if she killed her here then she would regenerate in Tartarus and then she would have to hunt her down again. She wished for the ground to open up and drag her down but she swallowed the nervous lump down her throat and said. "What is it. What would you have me do?" Medusa smirked and walked circles around the kneeling goddess. She still couldn't fathom the fact of the virgin albeit no longer a virgin goddess fucked the Minotaur and others despite how unwilling she was in the first place. Artemis shivered. She felt hunted which she should not feel because she is the hunter. She is the predator, but right now at this exact moment, she understood that she wasn’t the hunter. She wanted to grip the bare feet of Medusa that passed in front of her face every few seconds with a bone-crushing grip and pull her down and jump on top of her and establish dominance. "How did the Minotaur's cock taste?" Her brain froze at the unexpected question before it warmed up from the memories of the encounter with the bull. Delightful, salty, amazing and she wanted more of it. "Disgusting, filthy..." she would have kept ongoing and going if not for Medusa stopping her. Medusa gripped her jaw, pulling her head up and stared down at the goddess. A few seconds later she released her. Medusa bent over slightly and looked into her silver eyes before brushing her cheek with a single finger. Discomfort from the rough handling and her cheek burned from the touch. A touch that lit up her nerves. She sighed and flushed red but leaned her head towards the finger. "Do not lie to me, my dear goddess," Medusa said. Artemis listened. What happened to her voice? It sounded dreamy, alluring and hypnotizing. Why did she lie? She didn’t want to lie. She should tell the truth. She liked this voice and she wanted to hear more of it. "How did the Minotaur's cock taste? Did you enjoy it?" The sensual voice continued. Memories flashed and she saw fragments of the Minotaur. The Minotaur fucked her mouth, her cunt. It abused her and she enjoyed it. "It tasted… sweet and salty. That’s an experience I enjoyed and wish to repeat." "How did the Minotaur treat you?" The finger on her cheek trailed down. She moaned from the sensation it left behind as it moved down to her neck and to her cleavage. She moaned. "Rough. Hard. It treated me like… like a whore. I, a goddess, was nothing more than a piece of meat for him to satisfy his lustful desires." Medusa smiled and walked to the goddess’ side. She bent over and her hand moved further down and she gripped the goddess' breasts with a tight vice and squeezed.  "And did you enjoy it? Did you want more?" she whispered close to her ear. She licked it. Medusa smiled when the goddess swayed and shook. She looked breathless. Medusa then pinched and twisted the nipples and enjoyed the sound of a sharp inhale.  Artemis nerves were wrecked and out of control. A pillar of flame kept on rising inside of her and she reminisced. The Minotaur took absolute control of her and dominated her. She remembered having zero control over the situation and she enjoyed that. She did not want to admit it but she enjoyed it.  "Yes!" she screamed, her eyes wide and passion burned in them. "I enjoyed it! I loved it! I wanted more!” "Good, good,” Medusa commented, “now follow me.” Artemis began to stand up when she oomphed when Medusa pushed her back down. "No no," Medusa said. "I want you to follow me on your knees." Artemis swallowed. For a goddess to walk after someone on the knees is outrageous and incomprehensible. A goddess does not lower themselves to such standards. But to deny a beautiful creature like her with the sweetest voice she had ever heard of? She couldn't deny her. She stayed on her knees and crawled. Small rocks dug into her knees on the dirty, grassy ground and she could not think anything more degrading than this. Except the recent action she had with monsters. She had felt degraded, humiliated and brutalized. Then again it was also gratifying, enjoyable and satisfying. This is plain humiliating and she was excited. Excited and wet. Her eyes roamed and fixated on Medusa’s backside and her hips swayed. A wooden door with fading blue paint. Medusa opened it and stepped to the side. "Go on. Get inside," she said.  Artemis crawled inside. The room smelled of sex and she breathed it in. The place looked never cleaned but in the middle of the room. There lay a queen-sized bed with red silky sheets and white pillows. She knew what happened on that bed. And she could only guess what will happen next. The door slammed shut and locked. Medusa walked inside and sat down on the edge of the bed and crisscrossed her legs. She looked the goddess over and appreciated the sight. Flushed red and excited from the slight sweat she could see and a slight trail of wetness on her thighs. "Come here," Medusa said, smiling when Artemis continued to move on her knees and stayed on them in front of her legs. "Do you remember why you are here?" Artemis frowned. What is this about? She mulled over it before the haze lifted over her mind and faded. She remembered. She came here to kill her. She came here to make her suffer but then…things happened. Things she didn't have control of. "Yes," Artemis admitted. "I want to make you suffer for what you've done. For the rumors you've spread but you told me that if I were to do that then there's no stopping you. I would kill you, but you would regenerate in Tartarus and you would..." she trailed off.  "Yes I would," Medusa agreed. "But I will stay quiet about everything when you do as I say." Artemis frowned. She definitely didn't want to do everything she said. She didn't want to follow the commands of a mere monster, a monster ordering her around. "You fucked the Minotaur," Medusa said. Artemis thoughts were abruptly stopped by what she said. "You fucked the Minotaur and you enjoyed it. I would've enjoyed it too there's no doubt about that. He’s got a big cock, didn’t he?" Medusa said. "No doubt you want to experience it again. There is no doubt about it that you wish for the Minotaur to bend you over and make you scream loud enough for all of Olympus to hear." "Okay! Okay!" Artemis exclaimed. She knew it will bite her in the ass sometime soon but anything to silence her. "What do you want!?" Medusa smiled. Her eyes lighting up with joy and delight. "I want you to worship me." Artemis froze. Worship her? Worship her how? There were many different forms of worship that she knew of. She took another quick look around the room and she then knew what kind of worship she was talking about. Could she do it? Could she do this worship a monstrous creature? Yes. She could do this. Already there were discussions in certain Olympus circles of her and monsters. She had heard some. *Did you hear that Artemis fucked the Minotaur? Did you hear that Artemis submitted to a hell-hound? By submitting I mean fucked.* Yes, she could do this if it would stop her from talking further. "Okay," Artemis said. She sighed, dread inside of her but continued. "I accept your terms. I will worship you in exchange for you to keep silent and stop spreading further rumors." Medusa wanted to shout and scream with happiness but she didn't. She stayed calm and aloof. She leaned back a little and uncrossed her legs. She pushed her leg forward and rubbed Artemis' knee with her foot. "I want you to start with giving me a sensual foot massage," Medusa said and propped her feet on Artemis' knee. Artemis frowned but gave a shaky smile. She gripped the leg on her knees and she was surprised. She would've thought her feet would be dirty and filthy but they were not. Even after walking on dirt and grass her feet were clean. As if she came out from the shower minutes before. Even more surprising is the scent of her feet. Lavender and... something else she couldn't figure out. Something intoxicating. "Easy," Medusa said. Slight anger and disappointment in her voice. "You do know the meaning of a massage?" she said. Artemis eased up her grip but wanted to twist her leg enough to break it. She heard the slight condescension in her voice and she hated it. She took a deep breath and relaxed. Using both of her hands she began to rub her feet and added pressure slightly with her thumbs. Medusa sighed and relaxed. She eased down onto her back on the soft bed and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out and enjoyed the massage she received from the goddess. Truthfully a volatile excitement rose inside of her but she kept it under tight control. She couldn't believe that she had the goddess of hunt worshiping her like this. Artemis circled, touched the toes and added small amounts of pressure before she moved up her feet. She gently rubbed the ankle and below her feet again before she moved further up to her knees. She spread her hands further apart. Gently she touched and caressed Medusa's thigh and the other hand rubbed her feet. Why is her foot moving closer to her face? Artemis wondered. She swallowed down the disgust in her throat. She guessed what Medusa wanted. Did she want to do this? Her mouth opened and her flushed lips closed around the big toe. "Oh yes," Medusa moaned. Oddly, Artemis found that it did not taste disgusting or dirty. It tasted lavender and she could still not tell what the other intoxicating scent she smelled. She sucked and licked. She added constant pressure on the foot. She plopped the big toe out of her mouth before kissing her other toes. She moved up her foot adding small kisses along the way. Her tongue left behind a trail of saliva. "The other leg," Artemis heard her say. She eased her leg down gently before she began to work on the other leg. She used all the same and old tricks on this leg as she used on the other one. Further along, she discovered that in some weird way she relished doing this. She didn't know why nor how but all she knew is that she enjoyed this.  "Stop. Close your eyes," Medusa said, having enough of her foot massage. She wanted the special now. Artemis stopped. She eased her leg back down and shut her eyes closed. She heard Medusa removing her dress and she thought what she wanted now. Was she going to...? She'd never tried that before. Something sticky and hard touched her cheek. She wanted to open her eyes but she didn't yet. Hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her towards the bed. She went along with the pull and crawled on her knees forward. "Open your eyes now," Medusa ordered. She did as said and her silver eyes widened from surprise and excitement. Mere inches from her face stood rigid an 8'inch cock. The tip glistened wet and she could smell the scent of pre-cum. Tight and big hairless balls hung below and she figured they were full of delicious cum. For a moment she wondered how could Medusa have a cock and that thought vanished quickly. She didn't want to wonder that. She wanted to taste it. She couldn't deny that recently she had an urge for cock and a craving for cum. "I want you to worship my cock," Medusa said. "Worship it as if it were your god. Your king. Your lord." Artemis hummed. She touched the tip with a single finger and it twitched. It looked real it felt real. She closed her fist around it and it throbbed. She began to move her hand up and down with slow strokes and she gently massaged the balls below with her other hand. She couldn't wait any longer. She wanted...she needed to taste it. She lowered her head and kissed the head. Medusa moaned. "Oh, gods. Oh yes," Artemis pulled back. Her tongue snaked out and licked her red lips and she swallowed down the pre-cum that covered them. "So good." Medusa's eyes were wide when Artemis dropped back down and took five inches of her cock down her willing, wet and warm mouth. She groaned, enjoying the delightful heat of her mouth and her tongue on her cock. Her hands worked wonders on the base of her cock and balls. Medusa could not believe the experience Artemis showed. Artemis did not waste time. She pulled back up. Her lips were closed tight around the head of Medusa's cock. Her cheeks hollowed and she swallowed. Her tongue traced circles and swirled on the tip. She then licked the underside of the cock before she pushed her head back down and taking her cock deeper down her throat than before. She pulled back up, back down and kept on going. She bobbed up and down each time taking it deeper down her throat until she had all 8'inches in her mouth. She gagged and choked but that did not stop her. She held herself down and her eyes began to water and a tear trailed down her cheek. She pulled away and coughed. Her chin wet with her saliva. "Fuck," Artemis said after coughing. Her face turned redder from the awed murmur of Medusa. Artemis leaned back down. She stroked her full length this time and kissed both sides of her cock before she licked both sides of the cock. Pulling away again and she gathered saliva in her mouth before she spat on the head and immediately rubbed it all over her cock. She kissed the head again. She could not get enough of it. She loved it. She grew addicted. She craved it. She opened her mouth again and plunged down taking all of it down her throat in one fell swoop and making herself gag. She did not pull up. She kept still. Her back arched and her vision began to blur. She began to feel dizzy before she pulled off again. "I love cock," she breathed. Her lips close to her desired cock and making it twitch from her hot breath. She rubbed the cock on her cheeks and lips. Medusa felt faint. She couldn't believe the sight. The proper goddess looked like a whore. Her face filthy, sweaty and covered with saliva. Her hair’s a mess. And she liked it. Gods she wished she had a camera. She smiled and gripped Artemis' hair tight. She stood up and pushed her cock against her lips. Artemis opened her mouth and her cock plopped into her willing mouth. "You are a proper whore aren't you?" Medusa said. "You're a cock hungry filthy whore." Artemis nodded with the cock in her mouth. She showed clear desire. A desire, a craving for cock and sweet cum. She pushed her chest and face out and took her hard cock deep. She gripped her ankles behind her. She held herself still and balanced herself. She knew what came next and she lusted for it. Medusa smiled. She caressed Artemis' cheek once and twice before she yanked her hair. Medusa groaned. Artemis' eyes bulged, and she choked as her cock stabbed at the back of her throat. She sucked. She played the head with her tongue. Swirling, licking and swallowing. Medusa didn't bother with the niceties. She pushed and pulled Artemis' head back and forth. Hard and fast. Her balls slapped against her chin every time she bottomed deep into her hungry mouth. Medusa got even more furious with yanking the goddess' head when saw her eyes watering and tears staining the cheeks. She did stop. Artemis did not want her to stop. She wanted her to abuse her. She wanted her to use her mouth as one would abuse her juicy cunt. Gods. She did not know nor understand when she changed from the cold unfeeling goddess to a lustful slut. She thought of the Minotaur and perhaps that began her change and she was glad for it. She wanted this. She wanted to stay a slut. Medusa pulled out of the dazed goddess' mouth. Her cock glistened wetly with saliva. Excessive saliva dribbled from her cock on Artemis' cleavage. Artemis breathed in the fresh air and savored it. Her eyes though remained on the cock that abused her mouth. She loved it. It throbbed and pulsed and she knew Medusa neared climax. Oh, oh how she wanted that cock throbbing and spurting cum into her mouth. And she got what she wanted. A rough pull on her hair yanked her back. She opened her mouth and closed it tight around the rock-hard cock. It throbbed. It pulsed. And she sucked. Medusa took her time pulling her cock out of her mouth. A slow and gentle pull and she left one inch between her red lips before she stabbed back inside hard and fast. Medusa fucked her wide open mouth again with brutal powerful thrusts. Her hips went back and forth. Her balls churned hot and she pulled out quick. Artemis' took joy at the sight. Medusa stroked her cock and aimed it at her face. The goddess opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. The first spurt of cum streaked from her cock and splattered her cheek. Artemis moaned. It warmed her cheek. The second spurt splattered her other cheek. The third rather large rained down on her hair. The fourth stained her lips white. The fifth shot straight into her mouth and hit the back of her throat making her gag. She swallowed delighting in the taste of cum. It tasted salty and…strawberries? Her tongue slithered out and she licked her whitened lips and swallowed that down too. Medusa watched and watched as the goddess degraded herself further by caressing and rubbing her stained cheeks and spreading the cum further along her face. Oh, how she wanted a camera to take a picture of this. To savor this moment. She honestly looked like a filthy whore. She shined wet with sweat. White drops of cum on her hair. Artemis took a hold of her cock again and dragged her tongue across it before taking the head inside of her mouth and sucking on it. She wasn't surprised. Medusa moaned. Now she had to figure out a way how to repay Hecate for the magical gifts she had blessed her with. But for now? She will enjoy this.

Chapter 9 - Thalia meets a group of four

Thalia sat on a boulder, her eyes were glassy and unfocused and she was deep in thoughts. She couldn't believe what happened between her, Zoe and Chiron but she couldn't deny that she loved it. She almost cried at the thought of her sisters finding about this, even worse if Artemis found out. She knew at best Artemis would give her a heavy tongue-lashing, and at worst the goddess would transform her into an animal and kick her out of the hunt. She shook her head and realized how important the hunt is to Zoe. For Zoe, thrown out of the hunt would probably mean devastation. And she couldn't let that happen. Thalia decided that she'd take the blame no matter what. An image of Zoe flashed in her mind, and she bit her lip at the sight of Chiron's long cock thrusting into her. She closed her eyes and imagined herself back in that office on her knees and sucking on his horse-cock. "Gods," Thalia moaned. She couldn't deny the reactions and feelings a cock brought her. Her hand moved down under her skirt and slipped under her panties. She whimpered, her fingers probing her wet pussy lips. She rubbed softly and pushed a finger inside her already drenched pussy and she gasped. She thrust her finger back and forth, her hips twisting on the boulder, and she slipped another finger inside her and took a quivering breath. She pushed in another finger. "Oh yes," she hissed and she moved her hand with a fast pace. Her free hand gripped her clothed breast, gasping, she groped, squeezed and felt her erect nipples and the sharp twisting sensation made her release a shameless moan. "We'll capture one of the hunters today," a monstrous voice said. "I have a good feeling about this." Thalia's eyes opened wide, her fingers buried deep into her snatch. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and her fingers came free with a wet squelch. She moaned, and hurriedly muffled the noise by slapping her palm over her mouth. She with a rush stood up and smoothed her skirt and shirt. She realized with a crimson blush that she used her juices-stained hand to smooth her shirt and her pure-white shirt was now slightly see-through. Anyone could see her toned stomach, and her red lace bra. "I told you!" the same voice said, amusement and delight in its shout. Out from behind the trees stepped four large, muscled and tall hairy Laistrygonian giants. Thalia felt their intense lustful gaze on her and despite the horrifying situation she blushed. Her blush adopted a deeper shade of red when she swept her eyes over the monsters. They were naked except for the piece of loincloths covering their dicks. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't work and the giants were stepping closer to her. And she realized how small she was in comparison to the giants. Her head barely—just barely reached the chest. "You were right," another giant murmured. She shook slightly when his eyes trailed from her slim legs up to between her thighs, and she quivered when she noticed his blue eyes darken. Shaking her head, she wished the giants had something different so she could tell them apart, but they looked the fucking same except for their eye color. And the slight difference she even noted was too small! An intense realisation made her shake when she noticed that the four giants had surrounded her. How could she let this happen. She wasn't some newbie half-blood with no experience. She was an experienced half-blood, a daughter of Zeus, and a hunter of Artemis trained to hunt monsters. She didn't get surrounded. "What are we going to do with a lonely huntress?" "What we planned to do." Thalia only felt annoyance when she couldn't track the monsters conversation properly. She heard what they said, and understood what they said, but she wanted to know who said what, and she couldn't keep turning around every time one of them spoke. And even more she was uncomfortable and vulnerable in the middle of them with her twin daggers, and her bow on the ground next to the boulder. No way could she reach that in time. Horror and unadulterated rage slowly burned inside her listening to the monsters explaining to her in detail at what they were planning to do when they captured a hunter. "I would bend that bitch hunter over, and tear off her panties-" "And I would choke the hunter with my cock," another continued, a deep rumbling chuckle coming from him and Thalia's eyes widened when the giant pulled his loincloth to the side and gripped his hard cock in his meaty hand. "Until she was blue in the face with my cock down her throat and gagging on it." The image of any of her sisters broken under the giants increased her fury to a boiling point. Then, the image of Chiron's cock and Manticore's cock spun in her head. Unknown to her, her eyes glowed with a pink light, and the giants stepped away from her fearing a gods' retribution might interfere. But, that didn't happen. "I'll suck your cocks!" she blurted. "I'll suck your cocks if you promise on the Styx to leave my sisters be!" The monsters stopped, their mouths hanging open and their eyes shocked wide. The four monsters' blood rushed between their thighs, their cocks throbbed, and hardened. They stepped back to where they were. And as if they were sharing their thoughts, they swore on the river Styx in unison that they agreed to her terms of leaving her sisters be. Thalia bit her lip when the giants dropped their loincloths, and her eyes widened at the sight of their dicks. Throbbing hard, long, veiny, and their balls were big and hairy. She shook her head and dropped to her knees. She blushed embarrassed when she realized that she would have to be slightly taller to reach for his cock. Or she would have to be standing and leaning slightly, and that would tire her out. She yelped upon hearing something strong smack down on the ground behind her and she stood, turning around, and she gaped at the broken log on the ground. A grinning giant looked at her, a lustful smirk on its filthy lips, and motioned for her to sit on the log. She sat down on the log, feeling its harsh surface on her ass. She shuffled, and shuffled, but couldn't find a more comfortable position so she let it be. The first giant stepped forward, and she took a deep breath and gathered herself before she gripped his cock in her hand. The giant grunted. She rotated her wrist, and moved her hand back and forth, her thumb rubbing his tip and smearing his pre-cum on it. She gathered saliva in her mouth, she spat on his cock, and her hand quickly slid over it and wetted his throbbing shaft more. "She's good," the giant told his friends, and he felt her other hand fondling and touching his balls and he groaned. Thalia felt a strange sort of accomplishment from his comment, and she leaned forward, her soft lips parting, taking his cock inside her hot mouth, and her lips closed around it. "Fuck," he grunted, before looking up at the clear skies and closing his eyes. Her tongue felt heaven on his cock. The trio of giants were wide-eyed as they looked at the huntress sucking on their friends cock. Their loincloths were already ripped off and they weren't wasting any time by stroking themselves to achieve some pleasure from watching. Her head bobbed back and forth, every time taking him deeper in her mouth, her tongue tracing circles on his head and licking the underside of his cock. She pulled off, and kissed the tip, her lips then her tongue traced on the sides. "Look at the whore go," a giant commented behind her, his friends saying nearly the same after her. She felt humiliated, yet turned on as they spat degrading words at her. She took him back in her mouth, and formed a tight seal around it with her lips before she bobbed back and forth with a rapid pace, determined to make the giant cum. She felt his cock in her throat, and she gagged. She pulled away before forcing herself back, she gagged again but kept going and taking his cock deeper down her throat. She felt his cock swell in her throat, and she choked before she pulled away. Her lips remained wrapped around the head and her hands came up and rapidly stroked his cock from the base to her lips. The giant felt an intense explosive inferno rising inside him, he moaned before grunting and his cock throbbed and pulsated. Thalia moaned at the feeling of his warm spunk spurting into her mouth. She swallowed with muffled gulps, and found herself enjoying his thick salty seed. The giant pulled away from her hands and mouth, and her eyes widened when the giant pointed it at her face. She opened her mouth, and showed him her tongue and she groaned at the feeling of him cumming on her cheeks and lips. She was slightly dazed, and she watched him rub his cock on her face and she gasped. He pulled away. She licked her lips, closed her mouth and opened it and showed the giants the load of cum in her mouth before she audibly swallowed it making the four giants groan loudly. Without sparing any time, she turned to the side and sought out another cock, her hand wrapping around it and soon her lips followed. The giant grunted, and this one was more bold, he leaned down a little, pushing his cock deeper in her mouth, and squeezed her breasts. She moaned, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw the giant she sucked off sit down, his cock still hard and glistening wet as he stroked it and watched her. She gasped on his cock, it inched deeper and she gagged. She pulled away before pushing herself back down, taking him in her throat. She pulled away, again pushing herself back down and choking herself. She felt his strong hand groping and squeezing her breasts, and she felt him squeeze nipples and she felt her nerves firing up at the intense pleasuring and painful feeling. "Cum on the sluts tits!" "Make the bitch beg for it!" "Yeah! Do it! Degrade Zeus' princess!" Thalia's eyes widened at their insults before she shook with rage. But, that was all stopped when the giant did as they said. He released her breasts, stood up straight, gripped her hair tight and pushed her head down against his crotch. The giants laughed as the daughter of Zeus choked, gagged on the giants cock and turned redder. Her eyes watered, and she was given a slight reprieve when the giant pulled her off. She gasped for breath, but her head was back down on his crotch, her nose pushed against his sweaty and disgusting hair. She felt her throat hurting slightly, yet there was an undeniable feeling of delight in her stomach as the giant used her mouth as a hole to fuck. He pushed her off, and she gasped for breath and coughed, saliva dripping from her mouth and her face crimson red. The giant yanked her shirt and tore it wide open. She grunted. The giants hollered and laughed when the giant crouched down slightly, pointed his cock at her breasts and gave couple of strokes before his cock swelled, and then there was sticky and thick hot cum on her tits. Her jaw fell open, and she moaned. There was so much of it, and it was so warm. Her tits and nipples were covered with white monster spunk and she couldn't help but squeeze them, her hands getting sticky. She looked up at the giant, her eyes wide and bright, and opened her mouth and closed her mouth around her sticky fingers. She licked and swallowed it down, opening her mouth and showed them her clean fingers. She turned again when the giant stepped away from her, his cock shining wet. The two giants that were yet to be pleasured shared a look, and nodded. Luckily for them, Thalia didn't pay attention to them, her gaze was on the new thick cock in front of her face and she started to stroke it, her hand moving back and forth from the head to the base. Her thumb circulated and teased the slit. "Start sucking," he said. Thalia looked up at him, and brought her face closer to his cock, she opened her mouth and her hot breath caressed it making the giant shiver. Her tongue licked the slit, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. She licked the head, smiled, and slapped her tongue and lips with his cock and enjoyed the reaction from him. She stopped teasing and her lips wrapped around his cock before she bobbed back and forth with a slow pace, taking her time with it. The giant nodded at his friend when Thalia stopped looking up at him and started to focus on his cock. The giant then grinned, and he gripped the huntress' hair tight before pushing her down. She gagged, but didn't stop her ministrations and continued her sucking. She felt hands on her ass, but it didn't bother her, instead she pushed her ass even further out for the giant to grope and squeeze and that's what the giant did. But, the giant went even further than that. Thalia was slightly lifted up from the log and with her mouth stuffed full of cock she wondered what the giant planned to do. And then she gave a muffled scream when her skirt was torn off, her damp panties followed and she yelped. Her wetness dripped onto the log. The three giants behind here were amazed that the slut huntress was wet from this, and it encouraged the giant even more. He gripped her ankles, raised her up and brought her legs to his side. He moved closer between her thighs, and his hands moved further along her legs to her thighs and left them there. He squeezed her thighs and with a victorious smirk rubbed her pussy lips with his cock. Thalia moaned onto the cock, his cock felt so good against her cunt. She quivered, she didn't want to give into this pleasure yet her body had different ideas. She was burning, her pussy was wet and desperately needed a cock inside. And her wish was granted. The giant who was yet to be sucked off, pushed inside her with fierce determination. His pre-cum tip widened her pussy as he continued to push inside her. The giant groaned. Thalia's eyes were hazed. He was so big, long and thick. She felt like she was being split in half. She pulled away from the cock in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" she shouted. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh gods!" Her thighs quivered in his hands, and he gave one final thrust and embedded himself into her to the hilt. She yelped, his thrust driving her face into the giants crotch. She looked up, and the giant grinned at her, rubbing his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth, and he thrust it inside her. Thalia couldn't help but admit that she felt fucking great in the middle of this. She gagged, but opened her mouth wider. He pulled his cock out of her slowly, he groaned at the heat of her cunt. He left the head in and gave a powerful thrust into her, he groaned, feeling her cunt tighten around his cock. "Fuck," the giant grunted, pulling away and gave a powerful thrust into her again. She was pushed forward from his thrust, and she choked as it drove her mouth deeper down his cock and into his crotch. "She's fucking tight," he commented and really started to thrust into her now. Thalia grunted, and found her head pulled off. Without a second, she screamed and moaned as the giant behind her relentlessly pounded her wet cunt. Two giants came to a stand on her sides and grabbed her wrists and guided her hands to their cocks. Thalia moaned, her hands gripping the two thick throbbing and stroked them. She pushed her head back into his crotch, desperately opened her mouth and tried to get it back into her mouth, but the vicious thrusts behind her impaired her. The giant helped her out and pushed his cock into her mouth. The daughter of Zeus licked and sucked with enthusiasm that a hunter of Artemis shouldn't have. The giant behind her grunted, groaned, his thrusts becoming more intense and erratic. The area was filled with loud and lewd noises of their adultery. "Fucking whore," the giant snarled, thrusting into her cunt. He smacked her ass making her scream, yet a muffled one. The giant groaned, smacked her ass again and he felt a tightening feeling. "Slut! Take it you little slut!" the giant shouted, burying his cock deep into her cunt. His cock throbbed and pulsated, filling her up with thick monster spunk. Thalia screamed, her eyes wide, her entire body quivering and shaking as she felt the beginning of a climax bubbling inside her. The giant held her face and fucked her mouth with a rapid pace, and she choked when she felt his cock throb and shoot thick cum inside her mouth. She gagged, swallowed and gurgled on his thick cock, cum trickled from her mouth, dirtying her chin and from there dripped onto ground. And the bubble of pleasure inside her burst, she shook, her eyes fluttering and her cunt clenched on his cock in an attempt to keep it inside her. Her eyes closed, and she saw a haze of white-light. He pulled away from his pussy, his cock smeared with her juices and his cum, and he gazed at her tightness as his load trickled out of her cunt but most of it remained inside her. He nodded at his friend and they switched. Thalia gasped, feeling a new hard cock push into her sopping pussy. It was thicker than the other one, and its massive girth rubbed her tight walls and spread her open. The huntress moaned when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she was silenced instantly when another took his place. This one wasn't gentle. He gripped her head and fed her his cock, and he held her head still and fucked her mouth with hard thrusts back and forth. And the giant behind her fucked her with a slow pace, and his thrusts were hard. He pulled out slow, and then he would push back into her with a brutal thrust, his full length spreading her open. And it was too soon that she felt their throbbing shafts swell inside her. He pulled out of her mouth with a lewd noise. Her eyes were fixated on his pulsating shaft and she moaned, feeling another load of hot cum on her face. She moaned, gasped, groaned and did noises she didn't know existed, a smile on her filthy cum splattered face. Another orgasm was rising inside her and she wanted it to explode. "Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me and shoot your warm cum inside me! Make me your whore!" The giant behind her smirked, a dangerous smile on his lips. He pulled out of her, and she moaned with loss. He spread her ass cheeks slightly and without warning he pushed his cock into her tight ass. He expected her to fight back against this intrusion but he was surprised. Thalia's hands came up behind her and she gripped her own cheeks and spread them wider for him. "Yes!" She shouted. "Take my ass! Fuck it! Make it yours!" Her ass spread wider around his relentless pushing. He pulled away slightly, and quickly thrust back into her with extreme force. She screamed, his raw thrust hilting himself into her ass, intense pain burned inside her yet her orgasm rose to a shattering climax. She felt his hot cum inside her ass, and she quivered from the intensity of it. The giant grunted, spraying her inside white, her muscles clenching his cock tight. She moaned, her head shaking left and right in the giants hands, wet juices dripped from her ruined cunt. The giant grinned at his friend and pulled his cock out of her clenched ass with little force. He pulled her up, and threw her at his friend. Thalia shouted, spunk dripped from her ass mid-flight, and the giant caught her in his thick arms. She looked up at the giant in a confused haze, he looked back at her with a smile, and helped her stand on the ground. He then ripped and tore her clothes off, all the while she yelped and shouted, and that didn't bother her. He was kind enough to do this. She watched the giants place her clothes in a line on the ground. She then screamed when the giant was back at her side and shoving her face first onto her clothes, and her damp panties met her nose. The giant gripped her hands and crossed them behind her back and held her down by them. The giant used his one hand to hold her still and the other one gripped his cock and guided it to her ass. She whimpered under him. She felt her firm ass burning with pain, yet there was this sensation that inflamed her nerves and delighted her mind. The giant forcefully buried his cock into her to the hilt, and he didn't mind another giants seed inside her. In truth, he was glad for it because it lubricated her tight hole. And without giving her rest, he pulled out and pushed back into her starting to fuck her with quick and hard thrusts. Her ass quickly turned to bright red from his slamming thrusts. Thalia raised her head, her lips wet, her face sticky with cum, and her mouth open, drool dripping from it. Thalia yelped when she was pulled up into the air, his cock buried inside her and the giant hugged her body to his muscled chest, his hair tickling her back. "Go ahead," the giant said, changing the way how he held her. He leaned back slightly and let her hands go. He then took a hold of her legs and spread them open and held her from below the knees. "Take the whore's cunt." Thalia's eyes widened. And a giant stepped forward, and brutally claimed her tight cunt, burying himself to the hilt. Thalia screamed, incomprehension rang in her mind followed by lust and she shouted at them to fuck her hard. The giants complied. They fucked her hard and fast, and it was as if their minds were connected. One of them would pull out, and the other would push back in and they would do so again quickly and hard. Thalia lost herself to a haze of unimaginable pleasure, she was a shaking mess sandwiched between two horny giants. The giant fucking her cunt grunted and gripped her tits, squeezing and groping them, he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. Thalia gasped. He flicked her nipple with his tongue. "Yes!" Thalia screamed. "Fuck me! Is that all you've got!? Fuck me you beasts!" The two giants narrowed their eyes. He bit her nipple making the whore scream and sped up his thrusts, fucking into her clenching tight and drenched cunt. She screamed, a smile on her face. The giant behind her sped up his thrusts into her tight ass. She was incredibly tight, but the giant didn't care. It was even better for him as he thrust into her hard with hard slaps. The giant behind her pulled on her hair making her head snap back and she shouted non nonsensical words. He licked her neck and grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic and without a proper pace. Thalia moaned, his cock swelled and throbbed inside her, and she gave a relaxed sigh, his hot spunk spurting into her ass. This set off the giant fucking her cunt, he gave his last thrust burying his full girth into her cunt. She screamed. And she swore she blacked out for a moment, everything burned inside her with pleasure she doubted belonged on this world. The giants pulled out of her with an audible sound, and their seed dripped from her thoroughly fucked holes. The giant lowered her onto the ground and smirked. She felt the grass under her feet, and then she fell over as she couldn't hold herself steady. Everything shook and spun. She felt a hand grab her shoulder, and she weakly pushed it off to no avail. The giant pulled her up to a kneeling position. Thalia sighed, her eyes tired and fluttered shut before she forced them open. A filthy cock dangled in front of her, covered with her juices and cum. She shook her head, yet licked her lips at the delicious sight. The giant held his cock, rubbed her lips with it. She shivered, and shook her head again. The giant growled, and slapped her cheek with his cock. "We're not done with you yet, you still have to clean us slut." Thalia moaned, and opened her mouth and the giant struck. His cock slammed into her mouth and she gagged. "That's a good whore," the giant murmured with a strange expression, and he further degraded her by patting her on the head. "Now go ahead and suck it clean." Thalia looked up at the giant, and nodded before getting to work.

Chapter 7 - Salmacis

Author's note: I think I've learned some interesting things about myself in writing this story (story, not specifically this chapter). I think that's a very wonderful thing. Certainly not something I expected, setting out. Honnestly, I thought I was just setting out in prose a sexy little fantasy I had - I didn't even intend to show it to anyone. I certainly could not have predicted it'd grow into this! I mean, 57,000 words. If you'd have told me I could write that much I would have thought you a liar (Especially if you'd told me I or anyone else could write that much about centaurs peeing. It all seems somehow misguided when I think of it like that.). CHAPTER VII 'SALMACIS' We've been in this jungle for five days. Aristomache was right, I would be outpacing the centaurs if I did not slow myself for their sakes. In places the plant growth is so dense and close together that a centaur literally cannot squeeze through and we are often forced to take meandering detours until a way becomes apparent. The jungle also has a psychological effect on my companions. Clytemnestra has reminded me several times that her kind are people of the plains and steppes. Wide open country where the horizon is all the limits the view. It's true, too. She, Aristomache and Eupraxia are all starting to go a little stir-crazy. The jungle is too cramped, the trees too close and the sky never visible through the canopy. Of course, I do all I can to make things easier, which is almost nothing, and being rational adults, they are keeping their discomfort under control, but it's clear that none of them are happy. That's why, when we find the path in the afternoon of this fifth day there is a great rejoicing. It's not much, but it is a real path, a bare earth path, just about two yards wide with not a speck of grass growing on it. It permits a view of a good hundred yards in either direction before corners seal it off. Even that little respite from the claustrophobic pressing of trees all around is enough to make my three companions happy. “What do you think made it?” I wonder. Clytemnestra answers a second before Eupraxia, “This is no game trail. It was made deliberately, by thinking people.” “Do people live here?” “My mother mentioned no one living amongst the trees, and no path,” Aristomache replies, “But if our way has been true, the river is squarely that way.” She points almost directly parallel with the path and we set off, somewhat cautiously. Without conferring, all four of us have readied our rifles. Having seen that, I deliberately sling mine again. No one else does, but I'm at least going to try and look friendly should we meet whoever made the path. “Wait,” I mutter, a little way along the way. I squat down by a little triangular black stone laying right in the middle of the way, slightly embedded in the ground. “What is it?” “Magic,” I reply. There's an intake of breath and Eupraxia mutters something I don't hear. I can feel magic flowing from the stone, little wafts of it like dry ice fog flowing across a floor. It's a little thing, the stone, only a few inches at each edge, pure black, but scuffed and a little dusty. All together rather dull, save for the magic within it. I touch the stone and try to feel the shape of the spell. “Clever,” I mutter, impressed by the spell, and by myself for deciphering it. Not that it's that complex. “What is it? Is it safe?” “Perfectly,” I nod, standing, “It stops plants growing, that's what makes the path, I think. Unless I miss my guess, there will be others like it all along the way.” “So... whoever made it used sorcery?” I nod again, “Maybe. Probably. But somebody definitely is using, or used, sorcery to keep the path open after it was made.” When we proceed, the centaurs are, if anything, even more cautious. Even Clytemnestra , who is generally fearless, and who even encourages my dabbling in the art has a wary attitude toward sorcerers in general. For all that, though, I cannot quite bring myself to feel the same fear. The path is pleasant, edged with wildflowers and kindly-seeming, healthy trees. Nowhere do I sense any evil. Birds sing, some other, unidentified animals make their own right calls and all seems right with the world. So we walk, cautiously, for almost another hour, encountering three more of the little triangular black stones, each with the same properties. From time to time the path makes a corner, probably avoiding some inconvenient bit of jungle, but always heading roughly in the direction we wish to go, on toward where we believe the river lies. Rounding another of these corners I, who am ahead right now am the first to see her. There's a bow in her hands, and an arrow nocked on the string, though both are held at rest. She's human, and not very tall, and has copper skin and short, dark hair flopping about her ears. Three hoops of fine gold wire are pierced through each ear. All of her clothes are in dull browns and greens, though, like her hooded cloak which is a random patchwork of different cloths and leathers in every jungle colour. I'm certain she could have blended perfectly with our surroundings had she a mind to. She smiles a pretty, confident smile and casts a look over each of us in turn. Her eyes are gold. “Which of you,” her voice is sweet as honey, “Is the sorceress?” We glance at one another for a moment, all of us trying, I think, to work out what's going on and what's safe to say. Suddenly the woman's voice cuts through our indecision, “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Aristomache, I realise, was raising her rifle and I forcefully push the barrel down with my hand. “That wound be me,” I declare, with only a small tremor in my voice, I think. She nods, smiling that nice smile again, “I thought so.” “Why?” “Someone examined my spells, one of you. You're the only one who's not cradling her gun and shying away from the trees like a witch is about to burst out.” Well, if she wants to see things that way, let her. It'd be a lie to say I'm not scared. Probably moreso than the others since I know what a real sorceress could do to us where they only have their imaginations. Trying to keep my voice level I engage her, “I meant no intrusion, I merely sensed your magic in the stones and wanted to make sure the path was safe to use.” “A wise precaution,” She smiles devilishly at some secret joke. “We mean you no harm, we only wish to go on.” I wish someone else would say something. I hate talking for the group and I feel as though a single wrong word may doom us all, or possibly we're already doomed and nothing I say can make things better or worse. Damn. How many witches can the woods of this world hold? “Er...” I stumble for something to say, “If that's okay?” She laughs, “What is your name, little sister?” I give her my name, and those of my companions and when I do she introduces herself as Salmacis. She tells us to follow her, and then turns and starts walking without a backwards glance. After a confused moment we all do follow and I trot forward to catch up with her. “Wait, where are we going?” Salmacis doesn't wait, but she does reply in a soft, lilting voice meant only for me, “I don't know, where are you going?” “The... The river. That's all. We didn't know anyone lived here. We're just trying to reach the river.” “My path will take you there. Do you fear me, my sister?” It takes me a long moment to reply, “Yes.” “Wise, but you may stop... If you can. I will not harm you. I could have shot you all before you were even aware you were attacked. Yet I did not.” “We're shielded, you must sense that.” Salmacis harrumphs, it's a disturbingly cute noise, “And what is that to a sorceress?” “You mean you can break them?” “You cannot?” “Er... Well, no... I mean, probably... Yes, but I don't know how, so no.” “I see,” she glances at me and I feel magic occur, too swiftly for me to react and it's over. “What was that?” I'm panicked and frightened. “Forgive me. I say again, I will not harm you. Now, sister, answer me this honestly... Or don't. It's one to me, but think on your answer: what manner of sorceress are you?” I do think on my answer a good long time, and when I reply, it is honest, “A very, very poor one.” “Oh?” “My magic is very rudimentary. I can... change things, here and there, or stop them from changing, I can sense magic and feel spells, but real spells, performing them, making them is beyond my understanding.” “Ah. Why is this?” “Honestly?” “Yes, if that is your way.” “It's too difficult. I can't make a spell up in my mind and hold it there, together long enough to make it work.” “Yes. Trying to do that would make you a poor sorceress indeed.” “Trying to do what? How else can I...” Salmacis raises her voice, including the centaurs in what she says, “For using my road I levy neither toll nor charge. If the river is your destination then you will not reach it before dark, but you are welcome to Salmacis' hospitality tonight.” Now her voice is soft again, speaking to me, “I should like you all to take up my invitation, for I much desire to speak with you. I can teach you many things, little sister, but unlike my road, my knowledge has a price.” With some fear, but also real desire for that knowledge I ask her, “What is that price.” “It has been many years since Salmacis had a woman's company, and her home here sates all hungers and thirsts but one.” “I... er... I should talk it over with my companions.” “Do so, we are some way yet from my home. I will go no farther than that tonight, you may do as you will.” My mind rapidly working I slow my pace until I fall level with the centaurs some way back. “She wants us to stay with her tonight.” “So she says,” says Eupraxia. “So did Lecto,” Clytemnestra points out, very reasonably. Very, very reasonably. “I don't think she means to hurt us... She could have done so already, if she'd wanted to. Lecto didn't know we were there until we pitched up on her doorstep. Salmacis knew we were here from the moment I examined that stone.” Eupraxia asks us, “Who is Lecto?” “'Who was Lecto', you mean,” Clytemnestra shakes her head ruefully, “A sorceress, abiding alone in the woods. We encountered her and she meant us ill. Dead now and well served.” “She, Salmacis, she said she could teach me things.” “I dare say she could, lady, but don't let that possibility blind you to other less wholesome designs she may have too.” “What does your heart tell you?” “Ah, there's the question, no? By my nature I am inclined to trust all who have not shown themselves untrustworthy, yet, also I do beware sorceresses.” At this moment, Aristomache, who has been silent throughout takes a few swift strides forward until almost alongside Salmacis and calls out to her. “Sorceress, have you ever heard the name of Zenaida?” “And if I have?” “Tell me of her.” “She was considered a great poet, and a sublime beauty, after the manner of your kind. A great favourite of the previous Grand Master of Zoa, who heaped every kind of favour upon her. Every kind of favour... Yes.” “Did you know her?” “I did, for my part, once. Since you ask of her, and are in form very much like her I shall say you are her kin? Daughter, I think?” “I am that. And you, Salmacis, you are the sorceress who served Grand Master Phoebe.” “I am she.” The rest of us, of course can only look on in wonder as we listen. “Does this knowledge make you more or less inclined to trust Salmacis, oh travellers?” “That may depend,” Clytemnestra replies, “On how the court magician of Zoa came to be living alone in the jungle?” “You risk much by asking. Perhaps it is a thing that might rouse my anger? Perhaps once, but time dulls the edge. Suffice it to say, Grand Master Kallisto is not one tenth the woman her mother was. So inferior a ruler as she does not deserve Salmacis' service.” “Why do you say that?” “Ask no more else I shall become angry, daughter-of-Zenaida. Your mother once earned my respect, to her daughter I owe nothing.” There's not much Aristomache seems able to say to that and she falls back to walk with the rest of us. She does seem to want to trust Salmacis' benign intentions though, and so do I, for whatever reason. So it is that when, after almost two hour's walking, Salmacis says we are at her home, we all of us elect to accept her hospitality, whatever that may be, and go no farther tonight. “We can't get up there,” Clytemnestra points out, obviously. She is putting it mildly. Salmacis home is well over fifty feet above even Aristomache's head, suspended upon the trunks of three almighty trees. Tree house is to give only the meanest of names! Tree mansion, tree palace? Perhaps? A great number of structures, walkways, balconies and mezzanines are visible clinging to the three trees, all hung with bright, multi-coloured lanterns and speckled with growing flowers. Salmacis smiles, obviously proud of her home and enjoying my look of awe – a look shared only ambivalently by the centaurs. “I invited you to partake of my hospitality, but not of my home,” she clarifies, and then looks directly at me, “Unless you wish to learn what I have to teach.” I swallow hard, and look at Clytemnestra, and at my other two companions before turning back to Salmacis. “I do,” I say, nervous and excited, “If that's okay?” I address that to Clytemnestra. “You need my permission for nothing, lady. Do as you will with my blessing.” Salmacis looks up at her home and instantly a long, snaking rope ladder falls at her feet, stretching all the way up, she begins to climb and, though she hasn't told me to, I follow. It's a hard, tricky climb. The ladder wobbles all over the place and a long, slightly billowy red silk skirt isn't the ideal attire for climbing it. With little grace and much slowness I reach the top and haul myself vertiginously over the parapet. Salmacis is already within her home and I follow. It's a wondrous place. All wooden floors draped with skins and carpets, the walls are wood, or sometimes leather stretched tautly between stout staves. Some parts seem built, others excavated from the living wood and some parts of her home seem in form to have been grown from the trees themselves. There are obviously magical lights scattered all about, not physical objects but little floating points of light. Salmacis ushers me deeper into the slightly labyrinthine structure. She has a sextet of large, silver amphorae and holds one out to me until I take it. It's quite empty but when Salmacis touches it again, I feel a significant swell of magic and suddenly the amphora is so heavy in my hands, sloshing with water. Another touch of the vessel, another sense of magic and the liquid within is dark and aromatic and clearly wine. “This is but a taste of the things I could teach you, sister. All I ask in return is your company for a night, or two.” “Why?” She gives me a strange look, as though that's not the answer she expected, “Is it so wrong for one who has lived alone these long years to crave the company of her own kind?” “No... I meant, why are you willing to teach me? Most people, most sorcerers guard their knowledge quite jealously.” “And Salmacis does not? Do not mistake me, I am offering you no great secrets, nothing I pass to you will see you unmaking armies and conquering cities. If Salmacis knows such magics, and perhaps she may, she keeps them for herself,” she laughs quietly, “But I'd not have you go on calling yourself a sorceress, and my sister, and not knowing the meanest crafts which should go with that title.” “Then I gratefully accept.” “Good,” she fills each of the remaining amphorae, one after the other with clear water and turns each to wine, “Now take these to your companions and tell them that they may shoot Salmacis game, if they wish, and drink her wine, but that they shall not see you or her for a day and a night.” So I do, though it presents me a problem. I cannot imagine how I might descend that twisting, swaying ladder with just one of these heavy amphorae, let alone six and I stand at the top for long minutes trying to puzzle it out until the obvious solution strikes me. Just as I did once before when escaping from Lady Kanna's house I dial my mass way way down and step lightly from the balcony, floating gently down to the ground, much to the awe of Eupraxia and Aristomache. I tell them what I've been bidden to say, and I apologise for leaving them out here on the ground, for which I genuinely do feel bad. I feel even worse, in fact, when all three of them are magnanimous and do not begrudge me at all. Especially Clytemnestra, who I think suspects that we aren't only going to be playing at magic spells up there. Still, they're no worse off than they would have been had we not met Salmacis. Very much better in fact, given that a sufficient quantity of wine will win over almost any centaur and each one of these amphorae probably holds half a gallon. Clytemnestra gives me a lusty kiss goodbye, and a hard grope before sending me on my way. Salmacis is waiting for me when I clamber again to the top of that horrible ladder, she's shed her cloak and her tall leather boots and is smiling a pretty, eager smile. She's a peach. Sprightly, lithe as anything with excited, golden eyes and a face made for laughing and loving. “I'm ready,” I say, as she motions me within, following on herself directly, “Ready to learn everything you will teach me.” “Patience, little sister, be patient for your prize as I have been for mine... Come morning I will keep my promise, but the night is for lovers, and for love.” I wonder how old she really is, obviously more than she looks, much much more if she was already an adult, and a powerful sorceress in the time of Aristomache's mother. I wonder if she will teach me the magics to stay young. Her arm snakes around my hips, her body is pressed against mine and she guides me, steers me through the winding wooden corridors and over the narrow bridges of her home. Now we are climbing a long staircase – a staircase so obviously grown, not carven or built - which spirals all about the trunk of the greatest tree, up and on up until we come at last to the highest point of Salmacis' home. It is a great oval platform girt about with a low balustrade and scattered all over with furs and silks and cushions. So high are we, so tall is this one tree that we are well above the canopy of the jungle and our view is unobstructed all the way from the mountains to the lake and to Zoa itself. Overhead tiny points of magical light twinkle amongst the foliage like the stars which are now coming out in the bottomless purple-black sky. Wind chimes softly tingle-tangle here and there about our perch and nocturnal birds sing back at them. Salmacis bids me sit, recline in fact, with her amid the disarrayed furs and silks and rich velvet and satin cushions. There is nothing rustic about the way she lives. Nothing rustic about the rich, soft materials on which we recline, nor anything but fancy finery about us, nor anything wanting from the silver platter of ripe, fresh fruits, tempting meat and bread and dainties, nor the stemmed glasses from which we drink, nor the cut crystal decanter from which she pours fragrant wine, so dark as to be black under the twinkling magical stars. We recline, facing one another, each of us propped up on her elbow, supported by cushions and dining as we please from the single platter. It is by far and away the best meal I've eaten in months. There are fat little olives in spiced oil, and pheasant and rabbit and rich white bread still warm enough to melt the fresh butter, oh, and dates, which I love very much. I suspect my enthusiasm shows. “Salmacis hospitality is to her sister's liking?” “I... I've, that is to say, we've been on the road a long time. Where does it all come from?” “I told you, my home satisfies its mistress.” “Milk? Olives? Dates? The jungle provides them?” “Some things I create myself, some, the jungle provides me, some are given me in tribute.” “Tribute?” “Grand Master,” she puts such scorn into the title, spitting it out like poison, “Kallisto may not be worthy of Salmacis' power, but there remain some in Zoa who remember who she is. Some come seeking some boon, some try to buy my favour, else willingly give me gifts in thanks for the path you followed today.” She smiles to herself, and then at me, “Salmacis lives well, does she not?” “She certainly does,” I have to admit. “It is the way of things, an you become so powerful as I, you to shall find many people offering tribute to you, without your asking or earning. Should this happen, you shall accept. Yes, you shall, for people can become offended if you do not. It is the right way of the world.” “That will be a long time, if ever.” “Maybe, maybe. But you will remember Salmacis' words.” At that, she pushes the laden silver platter away and rolls over until her body is hard against mine. The last morsel of food is snatched from my fingers and carelessly flung over the edge of our eyrie. “You will remember Salmacis' words, and maybe you will remember Salmacis too, who had not had woman's company for too many long years, and bid you make love to her 'neath the stars.” Well what can one do, or say to that? I kiss her gently on the lips, they are warm and soft and open eagerly. Her arms fly around me and her body pushes me back until she is atop me, kissing hungrily. Her body presses tight against mine, eager for the physical contact, her tongue in my mouth, her hair tickling my face, her hands roaming my body wantonly. Salmacis' breathing is hot and ragged and there is a desperate, animal need in her eyes when she breaks our kiss to tear my blouse open. Bone buttons ping and skitter around and Salmacis licks me all the way from navel to sternum and then kisses me again, hard and eager while both her hands grope and squeeze and rub at my little breasts. Her breath is hot on my skin in the cool night air, but her mouth leaves a cool, wet trail that makes me shiver delightedly. Her hands roam all over my body, just for the sensation of touching a woman again, I think. Forcing my arms up and over my head Salmacis spends long minutes licking at my armpits, long, hard, flat licks at my dark hair making me squirm and giggle until she has to kiss me quiet again and I almost swear I can taste my sweat in her kiss. She kisses me again and again, long and forceful and driven by so many years alone. Only when I pull her top off over her head does she stop, eyes shining in the twilight, hair in disarray from the garment's passage and chest heaving with excitement and lust. Oh my! Both her nipples, her long, eager brown nipples are pierced through with fat golden rings! Immediately she is free she turns her lust upon my own naked chest, kissing and sucking and biting at my nipples and then kissing my mouth again, and my breasts again and again. Now eager, grasping hands seize my waistband and pull, dragging my skirt and knickers off as one and she gasps with pleasure at the sight of my engorged, wet sex. Her face is instantly buried in my thick hair, not eating, just smelling. She inhales great breaths of the scent of my arousal. Over and over she breaths in my scent before finally tasting me. Once. Just one lick, so deep, so slow, her tongue gilding deep between my open petals. Salmacis quivers and so do I. Now she's kneeling up, fumbling at her belt. She forces the clasp open and I seize her trousers about the waist, hauling until they turn inside out and she must fall back, kicking and wriggling out of them and leaving her clad solely in a pair of tight, wet, sky-blue knickers. The moment she is, she is on me again, her lips to mine kissing me in blazing passion, her hands to my chest, her sex to my hip. Waves roll down her flexible spine and her hips roll against mine, her wet womanhood grinds against my pelvis, Salmacis sighs rhythmically, tribbing herself against me through her wet pants. At first her body against mine, but now vertical, towering above my supine form, her hands on my breasts, groping me, tweaking my poor nipples, holding purchase to enhance the power of her grinding, rubbing, milling cunt. She grunts coarsely in time with her hard, thrusting hips. Her dark face alive with lust and joy in the fading light. White teeth and wide, golden eyes exult her conquest of my body. The heavy gold rings transfixing her nipples sway pendulously with every motion of her body. A rhythmic, hypnotising display. My hands go about her hips, and down and up and all over her body, caressing her as she fucks herself against me. Her tribbing increases in speed and intensity, scarcely possible though it seems. With every thrust of her wet, cloth covered quim against my firm thigh she utters a little cry of joy, her eyes no longer open, screwed tight closed as she comes, sighing and falling back into the cushions and furs behind her. I can hear her panting, her soft 'mmm's of satisfaction. I right myself and crawl to her. Oh! Her knickers are so wet! A great big, dark, wet patch of blue cloth covers her crotch. Coarse, excited tufts of hair emerge eagerly from every edge of her pants. As she did to me I press my nose to her and inhale her womanly scent. I taste the sopping wet cloth, licking over it again and again as she coos in pleasure. I lick at the border of her knickers, licking the hair which sticks out all around. I lick hard, right above her pleasure centre, nuzzling and stimulating her through the cloth. For long, wonderful minutes I lick and sniff and rub and tease at Salmacis' tight, wet pants while she recovers from her orgasm. My hand sneaks down to my own womanhood, burying my fingers in my long, wet hair. My fingers circle over my excited clitty as I'm lost to her wonderful, love-infused knickers. My first little moan of building pleasure brings Salmacis back to me, rising and taking my head in her hands she kisses me once again. Less forcefully now, less hungry, more sensual. A kiss two women share for equal pleasure, not to sate the hunger of one alone. Again though, her hands push me down into the silks and furs and cushions and Salmacis lips trail kisses all down my body, stopping only just short of my waiting sex. Perhaps just for the delight of frustrating me... Ah! But lightly her finger traces my spread, outer lips and then she tastes my nectar, licking it from that same finger. “Sister!” her voice is husky, breathless and exciting, “Sister, sister... You cannot know how I have craved...” She licks my spread flower deep and hard, making me gasp, “You cannot know the long nights and empty hours when I'd have traded fortunes for just one taste...” She licks me again and again, she rubs her face against my crotch, she seizes a goodly clump of my thick pubic hair between her teeth and tugs until I gasp. Sudden inspiration strikes and in a trice she wriggles out of her sky-blue pants, casting them away, beyond my reach and I sigh in disappointment. But only for a moment as Salmacis turns, swinging her leg over me, planting her womanhood right on my face even as she eagerly sets about my own, eating me now properly and not merely losing herself in the joy of my body. Her cunt is a beautiful mess of thick black hair, glistening and matted with her juices and she spreads her legs so wide that it is instantly within my reach. Such flavour, such scent, and so talented and joyful a mouth working its magic between my legs. My hands seize her about the bum, spreading her cheeks, forcing her sex tighter to my licking, kissing, slurping, drinking mouth. My tongue drives deep within her, else licks lustily at her hot, wet lips, tasting everywhere, stimulating her most intimate folds and taking for myself the love which flows from within her. I take care not to come too close to her clit, she's just come and is probably rather sensitive. Salmacis shows no such restraint, making me cry and writhe beneath her as she explores every part of me. So good! So good, so good! I'm holding on so tight about her massaging her pert bottom with my hands, massaging her oh-so-juicy quim with my mouth, but she? Oh, Salmacis' knows just where to touch me, just where to lick me. Her tongue traces my engorged outer lips, else dives deep within me, else licks up and around my very pleasure centre or down again along my sensitive inner lips and she is so good! Such a fire is she building between my spread legs I can scarcely concentrate on pleasuring her, scarcely even just enjoy the cunt thrust against my face! But I try. With every care and ounce of effort I can muster I eat her long neglected sex. Wetting one finger in her abundant love I now massage her tight little sphincter too. Eating, licking, touching stroking trying to pour as much pleasure into Salmacis as she does into me. And losing. So close... I'm so close now that all I can do is gasp and sigh and let her juices roll down my cheeks, my eyes screwed tight shut, my hips rising on their own. One hand still, still rubbing franticly at her secret place, the other gripping so tight around a fistful of silk and fur. My mind is lost in sexual bliss as I find my release and collapse, spent under her body, panting and staring stupidly at her dripping, spread cunt. It's a good sight. In an instant, it's gone. Gone and in it's place Salmacis' beaming, wet face. She kisses me hungrily, sharing my flavour and admixing it with her own. The thick golden rings dangling from her breasts feel strange against me. Strange and exciting. We kiss for a long moment and then Salmacis withdraws, taking up her wineglass and draining it in one. She's still lying on me, her body heavy and very, very naked. I can still feel her piercings between us. She looks so happy, looking into my eyes, smiling like a child. And yet, so like a woman. “Ahhh... Salmacis' has not lost her touch, it seems,” she looks down contentedly at me, chin resting on one hand while her other plays with a lock of my hair.” “It seems not,” I smile back, wrapping my arms about her, kissing her again and tasting red wine. Hours later... Many hours later, It is cuddling time. Our bodies wrapped around one another, sharing the sated lazy feeling of love well made for so, so long. We lie on and under her silks and furs, just holding one another. How long has it been, I wonder, since I've done this? I love Clytemnestra, but she's restless, not made for staying still too long, and, well, too large to cuddle. This is nice. “I know why you missed it,” I say. “You love the dark centaur,” it's a statement, not a question. “Yes.” “That is good. Salmacis does not care for centaurs' charms, but that is good too. Love her, and make love to her as your heart directs, but do not forsake your own kind entirely.” “You never made love to a centaur? I... I just assumed, living in Zoa.” “Never.” “I love them. So much... Everything... They're so... Sexual. There's no other word for it.” “You will enjoy Zoa, and it, I think, will enjoy you,” she titters softly and snuggles tighter against my body, “But Salmacis still has you for herself, now.” “You're right though, I never thought I'd say it but I think I would miss my own kind, eventually.” “This is the nature of things, I think beneath us your companions pass their time in the way that is right when humans are not present, just as we have passed our time. Like calls unto like.” “Of course.” She's quite right though, I am starting to realise that I would miss humans. I would, do in fact, miss, well, just being able to lie and cuddle with one's partner after making love, to hold her in my arms, to feel her heartbeat. Powerful as a centaur's heart is, it is buried deep within her equine body and quite undetectable most of the time. Something I only now realise I do miss. “I do love her, though,” I say, softly. “Good. Love her, be with her, make love to her, but know that it is only for a season. One day you and she both will want what the other cannot give. Like calls unto like, centaur calls unto centaur, human calls unto human.” “Woman calls unto woman?” I ask, I don't know why I say it. “Of course.” “Just the way the word works?” “It is the nature of things.” I hold her tighter and enjoy the warm, soft feeling of the furs and of her body against mine, drifting slowly closer to sleep. “Spells are beyond you because even the simplest will not fit into your mind,” Salmacis taps me lightly on the forehead. We slept long into the morning and awoke still in one another's arms, tangled together and more tangled still in silk and fur. Even now, while Salmacis makes good her promise, we are still naked and entwined together. It's not remotely how I imagined a lesson in magic, but it is magical. I think Salmacis just does not want to miss a moment of my body. We are making a gentle, casual breakfast of fruits left over from last night and pausing now and again to watch colourful birds that flutter nearby. I bite into a plump, ripe pear left over from last night and Salmacis licks away the juice which escapes my lips before she goes on, “Had you had any formal training at all, your mistress would have aided you in the creation of a Rod and Plate.” “And those are?” “Spells. The foundation of almost all magic, both are permanent spells bound into your own body. The Rod permits you to alter the world around you without needing to physically touch it, the Plate is a spell onto which any other spells may be engraved, so that you do not need to hold them in your mind.” I think I just about get the picture. Salmacis takes my hand and bids me open my magical senses. I do and all of sudden I am utterly surrounded by spells! Or, no. Like spells, but not. Like the difference between a blueprint and a building. For one moment I see spells waiting to be. “Feel fortunate. Never before has Salmacis allowed another to see her Plate.” I understand, The Plate is like a spell book, or a disc full of programmes waiting to be executed. Salmacis does not have to create a spell when she needs to cast, she has only to select from the ones she has already written to her Plate. “You can help me make one too?” “I can, and will, a Plate and Rod.” It's... Not how I imagined. Learning magic. I'd not imagined it happening, lying naked with this enigmatic, copper-skinned beauty with her cheeky little boobies peeking out of the silks wrapped around us. No, not like I might have pictured it at all, much, much better! I watch her write a spell into my body, into the code of my being. Two spells in fact, first one, then the next. It makes me want to laugh. I do that, sometimes. I watch someone skilfully doing something very difficult and I just... Laugh, I don't know why. The sun climbs higher into the sky and some hours pass in the creation of the spells and presently, as lovely as it is to snuggle up with Salmacis and watch her work her magic, we do have to get up. Salmacis, when the spells are complete, tells me that we are done for the present and simply departs. She descends from this high platform, naked save for the rings pierced through her body and I can only assume I'm meant to follow. I'm not quite so comfortable though and I dress in clean clothes before following. Well, obviously, I dress in clean clothes and have a good long sniff of her abandoned knickers before following. To thine own self be true. It's empty. Her home is empty and there's no sign of where Salmacis may have gone. I wonder from room to room, and over bridges and up and down ladders from structure to structure and see not a sign of my host. The ladder to the ground is tightly curled and held fast by magic that I am not brave enough to try and undo. I could easily reach the ground, floating safely down, but if I did I'd never be able to get back up again. I'm not troubled, exactly but I am rather confused, and rather uncomfortable at being left along in the home of, well, if not exactly a stranger, then someone I do not know well. Wow! This world is having a powerful effect on me, I realise. Unless I think about it, it does not seem at all strange that two strangers may simply choose to make love upon meeting for the first time. I never would have behaved as I have, but I cannot bring myself to feel either shame or unhappiness about my sexual escapades. A strange thing indeed. Lost in introspection I spend perhaps an hour in wondering Salmacis' home, or examining the surrounding jungle from one or other lofty balcony before the lady herself is suddenly with me again. Her arms sneak around my waist and I feel her naked body pressed against mine. She turns me around, still embracing me and now resting her head on my chest. I cannot help but hold her too. “Last night was a pleasure I'll long remember,” she purrs. “Me too,” I give her naked body a squeeze. “Tonight will be better still.” “Difficult, but it will be fun trying.” She looks into my eyes, smiling strangely, and with a little of that lustful hunger of last night, “Tonight we make love as sorceresses.” I cannot help but gasp as a wave of warmth and wonderful joy radiates from my centre out, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. Salmacis giggles softly at my reaction to what must be some kind of pleasure spell. “How...” She kisses me silent and says, “All in good time, sister. The night is for lovers, remember?” Salmacis takes my hand and leads me back inside her home, and deeper within to what I think serves as her study. She has many, many sheafs of thick, yellow paper written with red and blue ink, magic writings, I can tell instantly. They have similarities to Lecto's but are not identical, but then, my own are slightly different too, such is the nature of magic, I think. Mine are far closer to Lecto's than Salmacis' are. She bids me sit in a pile of soft, fluffy cushions and immediately I do so, she sits on my lap, snuggling her naked body against me and flicking through her papers. “We shall write this to your plate, this too, and some more,” she waves various sheets at me, though I'm having a hard time concentrating with her firm, sexy body so available. She slaps one of my exploring hands away, “Stop that.. Ooh! No... Well, if you insist.” Salmacis permits me a kiss, a very long, deep kiss before pulling away, and I think it took her no little willpower to end it. Once again our magics commingle as our bodies have, Salmacis spells flow from her into me and I engrave them upon the Plate spell already written through me. Slowly, piece by piece, element by element I form these new spells, taking care to understand each part. Salmacis is patient and allows me to study what she is giving me. The spell she'd used on me is very simple, just an instant, transitory sexual thrill, but some of the others! With what she is teaching me, I could make almost anyone feel almost anything, from pleasure beyond consciousness to agony to hunger or just tickling... More spells too she teaches me, but the last one... Ah, now I understand what she means. Now I understand how Sorceresses make love. “Show me what you have learned, sister.” “With pleasure.” In a trice I'm up and peeling my clothes off. I'm excited, but also nervous. I let her feel it, I touch her mind with my own, let her feel what I feel. She smiles and so do I. I can feel her pride, and her lust, and she feels my lust for her. She reclines farther back on the cushions and I can feel her comfort and the sense of pleasure she gets from the soft silk against her skin. I feel her building lust for my body, her great sense of thankfulness for my presence and her pride in having taught me such things as she has today. I know that she feels my my emotions too, my desire, my sense of power and intimacy and my brute wonder at the ability to do what I can do. My heart beats fast as I advance on her, I'm trembling as I stand over her, lowering myself to her. Our kiss is electric, I swear I can feel my lips on hers, hers on mine. I'm lying nestled in soft silk cushions as I kiss myself. Salmacis writhes as she presses herself against her own body. We are one, lost between ourselves, feeling all, sensation passes from one body to another and back again with no beginning or end.

Chapter 8 - Bianca di Angelo in the stables

Aphrodite smiled, a finger twirling a strand of her golden blonde hair and she wetted her red-painted lips with her hot long tongue. Her pink eyes were focused on a blue crystalline orb that showed the image of Bianca di Angelo, daughter of Hades and a huntress. With nothing more but a thought the view zoomed out and a dangerous lustful smirk appeared on her lips when she realized that the huntress was at the stables. Bianca's small hand rubbed in circles and patted Perseus' pegasus named Blackjack on his head. Blackjack neighed and leaned into her hand. Bianca smiled. Blackjack was her favorite pegasus' out of all the pegasi in the stables. It also helped that Blackjack was a magnificent pegasus with its black hair and green eyes. Aphrodite's mind tingled with a powerful need. A powerful need to make the huntress submit to the pegasus. Even better, Aphrodite's gaze fell on the other pegasi and horses and she bit her lip. She manipulated her power and wrapped it around her body and turning herself invisible. After accomplishing that she began to manipulate her divine aura and subtly decreased it until nobody could sense her. A flash of light followed by her scent of her sex and she disappeared from her palace. Now she stood in the stables right behind the huntress. Aphrodite's eyes glowed with an ethereal light and she began to unleash her powers on the unsuspecting huntress. To make her a whore for cock. To make her a slut for monster-cock specifically. Bianca's black eyes glowed pink for a second before fading away. She shivered. Her pale skin gained a slight sheen of sweat from nothing. She began to breathe more erratically and she felt wetness between her thighs before rubbing them together. She licked her pink lips and her hand moved up from her sides and slid over her covered stomach and she massaged and squeezed her small tits. Moaning, she squeezed her eyes shut and volatile pleasure spread from her midsection and she quivered at the intensity of it. Blackjack looked at the female who began to act strange. He sniffed once, twice and his pegasus cock began to harden out of its sheathe as he smelled the females pleasing honeyed scent. He neighed, stomped and shook his head as the wooden gate obstructed the way to her. Aphrodite clasped Bianca's shoulder and she pushed. Bianca's head spun to the side and she shivered when she saw empty air yet felt a hand on her shoulder. Her knees met the ground, she grunted and she stopped breathing when her eyes fell on the long and thick pegasus cock. The wooden gate creaked, and her eyes widened when the gate slowly opened. The invisible hand on her shoulder tightened and dragged her. She yelped, her knees scraping against the dirt and hay and her black shoes and white socks got muddy. Yet, when she found herself face to cock she couldn't help but lick her lips and a desperate moan came from her throat. Her eyes glowed pink again and she lunged forward and wrapped her mouth around the thick cock and her lips closed around it. The heavy scent of the cock in her mouth nauseated her yet her tongue licked and circled the wet cockhead. Blackjack shuffled forward. Bianca grunted and widened her mouth and took the large cock deeper in her warm mouth. She pulled off and breathed on his rigid cock coated with a sheen of her saliva. She took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. Her hand barely fit around the large cock so she used both of her hands to stroke the base of his cock to her lips. Her hands gained a slight sheen of saliva and she fondled his sweaty and heavy balls. Aphrodite smirked before wrapping her hand into Bianca's black hair and she gripped it tight. She then pushed and forced Bianca's mouth deeper onto the pegasus cock. Bianca's eyes widened as her throat bulged. She choked and gagged, her body writhing and shaking. Aphrodite twisted her hair and pulled her off. Bianca screamed, coughed and gathered air back into her lungs. The goddess let her rest for a moment but not for long. Blackjack grunted and shuffled forward, his cock poking Bianca almost in the eye. Bianca's eyes bulged when she was shoved forward again. Her eyes glowed. And she opened her mouth wide and his cock hit the back of her throat making her gag. Aphrodite gave her no rest and bobbed the huntress' head back and forth in a vicious motion. Bianca's eyes watered, her throat bulging and she choked. Saliva dribbled from her mouth, her chin covered in it and strands of it fell between her cleavage. Blackjack wanted to thrust but something obstructed him. It felt massive and seemed to lock him in place. Aphrodite chuckled. Her chuckle piercing Bianca's ears. The huntress' shivered at hearing a feminine chuckle. She could guess that the invisible hand holding her belonged to a woman who chuckled. To her surprise she felt the cock harden even more. It throbbed. Blackjack neighed. Bianca choked from the first blast of large and thick pegasus' cum filling her mouth. Bianca screamed on his cock, her head still in motion and she could do nothing but swallow. It tasted slightly sweet with a little of salt. His cock pulsed again and spurted its seed straight down her throat. She choked. She tried to swallow but his spunk overwhelmed her and she began to choke and gag more. She writhed, helpless and choking on a pegasus cock before the invisible woman pulled her off. She breathed the air, coughed and spat. That didn't bother the pegasus much. His cock throbbed on her cheek and spilled the last of its cum on her face. Her eyes glowed pink again, removing any thoughts of happiness that this was over. Instead, Aphrodite's power flowed into her mind and spread lust and desires all over her. Aphrodite waved her hand and Bianca's clothes vanished to nothingness. The pale huntress glistened with a sheen of sweat. Her pink pussy dripping wet. Aphrodite leaned down and her free hand tweaked Bianca's erect nipples and flicked them. Bianca gasped and leaned into the woman behind her. Surprisingly, her back leaned against the invisible legs. Bianca's mouth opened wide when the softening cock in front of her gained a sheen of pink light. A moan escaped her when the object of her desire hardened. "Slut." Aphrodite whispered to Bianca. Her soft and sensual voice making the huntress quiver. "Whore. A desperate whore for cock." Her power mixed into her words, making the huntress lose her mind even more. "Yes," Bianca said, licking her cum-covered lips. She didn't even realize that she no longer had clothes. She rubbed her thighs together. "Good. Very good," Aphrodite laughed, and walked around her. She smirked when Bianca nearly fell over but she kept a good grip on her hair. She told her to follow and Aphrodite's glee reached its limit almost. Bianca nodded and crawled on her knees next to the invisible woman. Aphrodite shoved her. Bianca fell to her hands and knees. Aphrodite eagerly pushed Bianca's face into the dirt and kept her beautiful huntress' ass in the air. Aphrodite shamelessly knelt on the ground too below the pegasus. His cock throbbed and the goddess gripped it tight in her hand and she smiled when Blackjack nearly came just from having a goddess touch his erect cock. Aphrodite leaned forward and wrapped her luscious red lips around the pegasus cock. His cock pulsed in her molten mouth and Aphrodite moaned on it. Her divine tongue circled his tip and she bobbed her head once and twice. She pulled off with a slight taste of salt and kissed the head. She gave his cock five quick strokes and she guided his erect cock towards the pussy of the virgin huntress. Aphrodite's eyes were wide with excitement and lust. Bianca gasped and took a breath, feeling his cock, thick and hard prod her. Bianca moaned, her pussy widening as the pegasus entered her from behind. Aphrodite's eyes were fixed on the cock breaking the virgin huntress. It went slow, the head disappeared inside her. Fuck the desperate bitch! Aphrodite's powerful mind commanded the pegasus. Blackjack had no way of stopping the mental command and he followed it. He felt the thing locking him in place disappear. Blackjack grunted and with a powerful thrust he pushed into her. Bianca's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide and an earth-shattering scream came from her as the thick cock penetrated her cunt and stretched her wide open. Aphrodite waved her hand and the scream continued yet didn't leave the stables. Nobody outside the stables could hear anything from the stables now. Bianca moaned when the pegasus pulled away, his cock rubbing her tight and molten hot velvety walls on the way out. She felt it thrust back inside her hard and fast. She gasped. He pulled away again before he really started to fuck the bitch. Bianca moaned, gasped and grunted under his brutal and powerful thrusts. She felt his cock hit something inside her and a slight discomfort overcame her. His cock repeatedly kept hitting it and she grunted in response. Aphrodite frowned. Bianca's eyes glowed again and the discomfort disappeared and she felt her pussy changing. Her eyes widened when his cock reached even deeper inside her and she didn't feel discomfort any more. A lustful moan followed and she arched her back. She couldn't even guess how much of it was inside her but it was long, thick, and incredibly hard. And it was making her feel an incredible inferno burning inside her hotly. She screamed, loud and high on pleasure, the inferno rising inside her until every inch of her body was hot and burning. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes wide and she shook. Her thighs quivered as she creamed on the thrusting cock. Her juices sprayed it wetter and dripped from her glistening cunt. That didn't stop the pegasus. He kept thrusting into her soaked pussy without stopping. Aphrodite smiled as a thoroughly fucked expression formed on Bianca's sweaty face with her hair bouncing and some clinging to her cheeks. Her tits albeit small managed to move back and forth. "Ooh. O—ooh," She moaned and gasped, her eyes wide and wild and attempted to thrust back at the pegasus. It didn't work very well so she tried a different tactic and rolled her hips. She moaned, feeling his cock stretch her tightening pussy wider. "Fuck..." His thrusts changed from the pace he had to erratic and fast, and he grunted shuffling on his legs and stepping even forward a little to get his cock deeper inside her. Bianca soon realized what was happening. A smile. And she begged. Oh how she begged. Her mouth spouted vulgarities that a huntress shouldn't know, pleading for the pegasus to fill her full of his spunk. The inferno from earlier had calmed down and lingered beneath the surface rushed back. She moaned and shivered. Blackjack gave one final thrust and buried himself ten inches inside her. Bianca screamed, her eyes wild and dazed, feeling his cock throb and pulsate inside her tightening pussy. A drunken smile showed on her face as she felt his cock spurt her insides with his hot and potent cum. The inferno exploded and she breathlessly gasped as she felt everything about her burning hot. Blackjack neighed and emptied his balls full of semen into her. With a final throb, Blackjack pulled his cum and her juices soaked cock out of her. Bianca moaned wantonly and desperate. Her wetness mixed with his thick cum flowed out of her ruined pussy but most of his cum remained inside her. "We're not done yet," the invisible woman said. "You have more horses and pegasi to go through." Bianca moaned, twitching and her eyes turned to pleading as she wanted the next cock. Aphrodite turned away from the twitching huntress and lowered her face to Blackjack's cock. Aphrodite moaned and wrapped her lips around the softening cock which immediately sparked to life and hardened back to full length in the divine mouth. Aphrodite didn't waste any time and her head bobbed back and forth on it. She swallowed, enjoying the delightful taste of pegasus cum and juices of a huntress. She turned her invisibility off in wanting to surprise the huntress. Her supreme beautiful body shined with sweat. Her gorgeous big 38D tits swung back and forth, her red nipples erect. Her curvaceous hips rolled, and juices dripped from her glistening pussy lips. Bianca turned when she heard slurping noises and her jaw dropped when she saw the beautiful goddess Aphrodite's red lips wrapped around Blackjack's cock. Jealousy and envy burned in her mind for a second as she wanted Aphrodite's body as her own but the feelings disappeared like they were never there. Bianca gasped when she noticed that Aphrodite was swallowing and she knew what she was swallowing and Bianca couldn't stop the moan coming from her. Aphrodite swallowed the delicious cum of the pegasus down her throat. His cock pulsating in her molten heavenly mouth. She swallowed every drop of it down her throat. She pulled away at the last second and held her shaft in front of her face. "Ooh," Aphrodite moaned as his warm cum hit her on the face. She licked her lips and stood up. She walked to Bianca and knelt down in front of the huntress. "Clean me," Aphrodite said. Bianca gazed upon the goddess and she didn't deny. She rose slightly and brought her face closer to the goddess. Her tongue came out and she cleaned Aphrodite's erotic face. She swallowed the mouth-watering cum down her throat and Aphrodite's face glistened with a sheen of her saliva. "Good job slut," Aphrodite praised. Bianca straightened, her eyes shining with happiness as the goddess deemed her cleaning as good. "Now come," Aphrodite said. Bianca started to rise to her feet but Aphrodite stopped her. "On your knees," Aphrodite commanded. "On your knees and follow behind me like a good slut. More horses and pegasi are going to want a piece of your cunt." Bianca nodded, her eyes glowing pink and she crawled on her knees behind the goddess who lead her to the next pegasus.

Chapter 5 - Thalia and the Manticore

Thalia Grace was on a hunt and a rather lucky hunt to be more precise at that. She had spotted the infamous Manticore in the shadows sneaking and she dropped her job of gathering wood. She spooked the monster and it took of in a run thinking it was a ambush and she had cursed and followed in a fast sprint, her silver bow glinting in the dark forest held by a strong and firm grip. Her usually spiky hair was now messy because of the rather harsh wind pushing against her and her buttoned silver jacket had popped open. She didn't know how that happened but guessed some weird maneuvering of the powerful wind. She wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and her tits bounced. A Barbie doll was on the front of her shirt with an arrow through its head and lightning coursed through the arrow into the barbie. Her powerful and muscled legs strained as she kept sprinting like she had never before as she tried to keep up with the Manticore. The Manticore itself didn't have a problem with running for long periods of time but he was confused by the fact that the Hunters of that pesky goddess had yet to trap him. They should have cornered him by now and that made him take a wild turn before taking another and another and he ran into thick bushes and crouched down, his massive frame slightly hidden. Thalia stopped, out of breath and confused as the Manticore's tracks went haywire and trippy. She huffed and lowered herself to one knee and traced her fingers through its tracks, trying to make sense what happened and where it could have possibly went. The Manticore was observing the daughter of Zeus and also waiting if other hunters were to show up but didn't. Confused, the Manticore met the blue eyes of Thalia Grace when she figured out where it went. Confused blue and brown eyes met the narrowed eyes of Thalia Grace. Thalia Grace stood up fast and drew her bow and aimed when she felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm. She groaned and in just a second her arm went limp, her bow dropping followed by her arm dropping to her side. The Manticore walked out of the bushes, a dangerous smirk on its filthy and dirty face as she fell to her knees. She barely managed to move her head to look down at her arm and found a spike in her arm, oozing pink mixed with red liquid inside her. The stinging pain by the spike had disappeared and she was confused when her arm remained limp yet she felt really good despite the situation. The Manticore stopped before her and to Thalia he looked like a king who takes what he wants. His lion's body, powerful muscled legs covered with thick fur and her dazed eyes went wide when they fell on the Manticore's thick, long and powerful cock. Her mouth salivated and she started to get wet, unknown to her, the poison in her body worked fast. This poison was very different to the one that Manticore used to kill and torture enemies. This poison that Thalia received head-on is used to increase sexual arousal beyond normal and made them more willing and to do things that they won't usually do. Like a human—fucking a Manticore to be more precise. It also made them weak—weaker than normal but still operational. Sometimes the poison didn't work its affect and the Manticore had no clue why but the weakness worked always. Her eyes were fixated on Manticore's cock as it dangled and inched towards her. The cockhead, slimy and hard prodded her wet lips and she opened her mouth, its cock inching inside her wet and willing mouth and she moaned around it and the monster above her groaned as the huntress took him in her very hot mouth that made him harden to monstrous proportions and arch. Her eyes were half-open in dazed lust as she sleepily bobbed her head back and forth on the barbed monster cock. Her tongue licked the underside of the head before swirling around the head and licking the tip. The Manticore grunted, stamped its feet, slightly moving forward and Thalia's eyes bulged, her mouth widened and saliva dribbled from the corner of her lips wrapped around the thick monster cock that forced its way down her willing throat. She choked and gagged on the Manticore's beastly cock yet shse continued to swallow, suck and lick it. She had a need, a desperate need to drain the Manticore's sweaty and humongous balls dry. She didn't care where he came—aslong as he did it. She gagged and her eyes watered slightly when the Manticore gave a slow thrust and hitting the back of her throat with his cock. He thrusted again and she choked and attempted to pull back to catch a breath but something strong and thick stopped her. Her eyes widened when she saw it coming around to her chest, the Manticore's thick tail wrapped around her supporting her and holding her still. She trembled and shook, her eyes back to dazed and now teary and her arms were limp at her sides held tightly by the Manticore's tail. The Manticore began to thrust with slow thrusts first. She choked and gagged on his cock as he kept hitting the back of her throat. The Manticore growled and sped up its thrusts. The daughter of Zeus trembled as the powerful monster fucked her throat with fast and hard back and forth thrusts. His large balls smacked against her chin every time he hit the back of her throat making her choke as globs of saliva dropped from her lips when he pulled out slightly. Her face glistened with sweat, tears trickled down her pink flushed cheeks, her chin was red and filthy wet with her saliva trickling down. She rubbed her thighs together, desperately wanting to touch her wet pussy. Her tits ached for attention and she wanted to relieve herself but the Manticore didn't let her. As if the Manticore knew what she was thinking about, his tail tightened and made her gasp around his cock as the Manticore let loose a menacing growl that made her shiver. Something about that growl also her more wet and desperate for his cock, she wanted that beast-cock in her drenched cunt. Luckily, Thalia got what she wanted when the Manticore began slowing down and its tail unwinding and releasing her. She coughed when his cock popped free from her abused mouth and a strand of spit broke and dropped between her tits. Thalia moaned as the Manticore's thick cock throbbed and pulsed in front of her face covered shining wet with her saliva. She grunted and yelped when the monster shoved her around. Her face met the ground and she winced from slight pain. Her backside remained upright and the beast behind her tore off her skirt and panties with a ripping sound and she yelped. She moaned when the cool night air hit her glistening pussy and her juices were dripping down her thighs. The Manticore gave her no respite from the harsh facefucking. He towered above her and prodded her pussy with the tip of his cock. He groaned at the hotness of her cunt and thrust forward. She screamed and her eyes widened in the obvious pain of his monster-cock embedding itself in her depths fully. His barbed-cock rubbed against her walls with every thrust and made her moan. The slight pain was disappating and the pleasure started to increase and soon she started to moan like a wanton whore. The beast above her growled and pounded into her tight and soaked pussy harder and faster. His powerful thrusts were driving her into the ground so hard that the Manticore had to keep her upright. His tail came back around and went around her and held her steady. The Manticore groaned stiffening. He tried to hold back but it had been a very long time since he had fucked a human. Honestly, the last time he fucked a human bitch was about 300 years ago. And by the Titans he remembered that so well...that woman had begged and begged him for more and it seemed like the daughter of Zeus was like her. "Oh gods," she moaned. "Fucking hell! Harder!" The Manticore listened to her and did so. His thrusts becoming more powerful and faster and he could barely hold her still with his own tail from his powerful thrusts. Smacking and sloppy sounds came from their mating and the beast loved to hear the huntress beg him. He groaned and kept thrusting inside her as he came. His cock pulsed and spurted the first shot of hot cum inside her tight and wet pussy and setting her off to a orgasm as well. She screamed loud to the gods as the pleasure overrode everything. Her body shook in entirety as her cunt tightened around his cock before she sprayed her juices on his cock. O "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She kept muttering over and over as she rode the pleasure she didn't know existed. The monster-cock felt so good inside her and his warm and thick cum even more. The Manticore's menacing laugh made her flush with shame, embarassment and yet the lust and overwhelming desire to be fucked by the beast destroyed all that shame and embarassment. The Manticore's overall dominance increased even more as he fucked the dominant huntress of Artemis to whorish submission. He didn't care that she was high on his poison. He finished spurting thick globs of cum inside her pussy and finished painting her walls white with his monster-seed. The Manticore remained still and gave a chuckle when Thalia began to move her hips. He started off again with ferocious thrusts fucking her sloppy cunt and making her moan. "Oh gods," she cried out. "Fucking gods. Your cock is so big and thick! And so good!" The Manticore gave a feral smile and gave a deep thrust, his cock inched deep inside her abused cunt and his balls sweaty between her thighs. Cock-appreciation was always appreciated—and even more by a virgin huntress. "Oh my god!" Thalia screamed and orgasmed. She shook her head repeatedly and she yelped when the Manticore came again. She could feel his hot cum spurt inside her and she praised the heavens for what was happening right now. The Manticore pulled out slowly, his cock glistened with his own cum and her juices. She groaned and fell over when the Manticore pulled away and removed his tail. White-hot cum trickled out of her pussy intermixed with her own juices and involuntarily she managed to move her hand down between her thighs and prodded her pussy lips with her fingers getting them wet. She brought them to her mouth and tentatively licked them before her eyes widened in amazement and she enthuastically sucked them clean enjoying the taste of salty honey. The Manticore slapped her bright-red ass and made her scream and wince. The beast stepped over her, his cock dangling over her and she moaned and tried to reach out for it but the Manticore laughed and stepped away from her despite wanting to go back at it again and fuck her more. "Why?" Thalia asked, disappointed that the beast who just fucked her was leaving. "Where are you going?" The Manticore's tail came lightning fast and wrapped around her neck and choked her. Thalia's eyes widened in stunning shock at how fast the situation changed from sexual to very dangerous yet something in her liked what the Manticore was doing right now. "You don't question your Master, whore." The Manticore growled and he chuckled when he noticed even more juices trickling down her thighs and her shivering. "You like pain, whore?" Thalia shook her head, trying to deny it but her body said otherwise. The Manticore shrugged. "Don't worry, my little whore. I'll be back to fuck my slave more. And you better be wet." His tail released her neck and her tired hand came up to rub her bruised neck and her eyes caught him sprinting away. "I am so sorry, Milady Artemis," Thalia murmured to herself and Artemis hoping she could hear her and forgive her. "But that was so good..."

Chapter 7 - Artemis and the trio of Satyrs

Artemis relaxed, sighed and leaned back in the warm pond. The water soothed her. She smiled as she felt cleaner as she washed the sweat, dirt and cum off of her. She closed her eyes and basked in the warmth from the sun. She groaned when an image of monster-cock flashed in her mind and she felt her breasts ache with need. Her hands came out from under the water and she touched and squeezed her tits that were above the water for anyone to see. She moaned and groped her needy tits and rolled her pink erect nipples between her fingers. She grunted with effort and opened her eyes as she used her divine powers and changed her appearance. She grew in size and height and more of her nude body came visible above the water. The pond was shallow that her new height almost made her cunt come above the water. Her tits developed from small to more than a handful. If she had to guess—they were at least 38D. She gasped when she pinched her new sized nipples and she felt the tingle race through her making her shiver. She was so occupied with her own self that she didn't hear anyone coming near her. But she did hear the groan that came from her left and she flinched before freezing and stopping her motions. Her eyes shone with lust and terror before she managed to turn her head and her silver-eyes widened upon the sight. She recognized the Satyr as Grover Underwood...more specifically Perseus Jackson's friend and the one who brought him to camp. But her eyes locked onto his hand, his hand that was stroking his hard cock back and forth and she licked her lips at the sight of pre-cum dripping from its tip. Grover's lips were parted slightly as he breathed heavily, his eyes were darkening with lust and they were locked on her tits and her wet lips. Artemis was his favourite goddess. He didn't mind nor care how she treated males. It would make his day if Artemis were to scream and shout at him because he was a male. He worshipped her and her hunters. He knew that he shouldn't have fantasies about Artemis or any of her hunters but he couldn't help it. Instead of him worshipping her—he wanted her to worship him on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock and facefucking herself on it. He wanted to bend her over and take her from behind. He wanted her on top of him riding his cock like a whore desperate for it. He wanted to do so many things to her. Grover stepped closer to the pond, and he stiffened as he loosened a rough breath. His cock pulsed in his hand and he aimed at the goddess who's eyes were on his cock. He groaned, annoyed that he came so soon but elated to fulfil one of his fantasies. Artemis moaned as the first shot of thick seed splattered on her tits and she rubbed it over her nipples. He shifted on his feet and she yelped when he began to splatter and paint her face white with thick cum. She yelped and closed her eyes when she felt some land slightly above her eye. Cum trickled down her lips and she licked her stained lips. She tasted Grover's salty seed and swallowed it down her throat, she gasped when she felt his cum hit her cheek. For a moment—she wondered what she looked like—in the pond, with a satyr next and above her with his cock out and aimed at her face, and her as naked and her face dirty with his seed. She climbed out of the pond, glistening wet, and dropped to her knees in front of the Satyr that had just spilled his seed on her face. She gave a disappointed sigh when she noticed the cock softening before she gave a moan of delight and used her divine powers. Grover groaned, and freaked out slightly when his cock gave a bright silver glow. His eyes went wide when he felt his cock harden again, his balls increasing in size and he gasped when his cock continued to increase in length and it stood rock hard at 9'inches long. She was entranced by his cock. She quivered and her pussy tingled with need. After a moment of hesitation she decided to make Grover one happy Satyr. Artemis wrapped her seed-covered hand around his thick cock and felt it throb. Grover groaned above her and thrust his hips forward. His eyes were on Artemis who was staring at his cock and her own hand and she was captivated by it. She began to move her hand back and forth, stroking his wet cock. She leaned forward and tasted the tip of his cock with her tongue, she smiled when his cock twitched at the warmth of her tongue and she enjoyed the taste of his cock. She moved her hand down to his base before wrapping her lips around his cock. Grover grunted as she took him in her hot and wet mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue did circles around his tip and his moans turned her on even more as her pussy glistened and shone with need. Artemis looked up at him, her eyes glowing with lust and pushed her head down more on his cock until she had 6'inches in her mouth. She pulled off, saliva on his cock before she pushed back down fast and rough all the while her eyes remained on his and she shivered from his look. His expression screamed of a bliss and lust, his eyes darkening with thirst and an urge to fuck the goddess. Grover smirked down at her before smiling—albeit a slight cruel smile—and gripped her sweet hair in his hand and yanked her forward. Artemis gagged and her eyes watered as he forced his cock down and deep in her throat. She choked and saliva trickled from the sides of her mouth. Her face began to turn colors and Grover released her, still holding onto her hair. She coughed, saliva dropping from her mouth and wetting her chin before he pulled her hair again and forced his cock back into her mouth. "Open your mouth wider," he said and she complied. He smiled at her before using both of his hands to hold her still. He pulled out slowly before thrusting back into her mouth hard and fast. Her hand squeezed her tits and nipples, her other hand moved down between her thighs and rubbed her wet pussy. Her lips and chin started to hurt, she groaned, her voice muffled by his cock that pounded away at her moist mouth. "Fuck," Grover grunted and pulled out of mouth with a strand of saliva connecting from her lips to his cock before it broke and fell between her tits. She moaned and rubbed it on her skin. Grover slapped her cheeks with his cock and laughed at the expression of slight disgust on her face but it was overpowered by her arousal. "I'm going to fuck you now," Grover murmured and she barely registered his words when she found herself twisted around and pushed onto her knees and hands by his hand on her back. Her cheek rubbed against the grass and her ass remained upright, and her pussy glistened with her wetness. She gasped when Grover pushed her legs wider apart. "Oh!" She yelped when he began to push his cock into her. "Fucking gods," Grover grunted before his lust spiked to epic proportions. "Why?" Artemis whined when Grover pulled out and left the tip against her pussy. She pushed her hips back at him but he held her still and she asked him again. His lust and need spiked again and he thrust forward with brutal force. She screamed as he pushed all 9'inches into her and began to thrusting, hard and rough. She grunted, stinging pain of her pussy stretched open before she realized the tingling inside her that started to rise up. She closed her eyes as the Satyr behind her pounded into her with powerful and aggressive thrusts. A hunger rose inside her as moans began to come from her mouth. Grover gave a chuckle when he felt her climax. Her body stiffened and a pleasured scream tore itself from her throat. Her head twisted and rolled, her toes curled as the pleasure rose to an inferno inside her. Her pussy clenched around the cock she was fucked by. Artemis moaned, she felt his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. Grover grunted and shot his seed deep into her cunt and didn't stop. He kept going, thanks to her earlier use of power. He remained hard and stiff as he emptied his balls inside her. Grover opened his mouth to say something but stopped with his mouth parted when he noticed two Satyrs walk out from behind the trees. It was Gleeson and Don, both had their hands wrapped around their own cocks and stroked themselves to the amazing sight of Artemis fucked. Grover smirked before making a come-here motion with his fingers. The two Satyrs who were watching it before walked forward silently and stood in front of Artemis. Grover drove his cock into her depths and pulled her hair hard. She screamed. "I have a surprise for you," Grover murmured when he leaned down slightly and breathed on her neck making her shiver. "Open your eyes slut." She did as he said and her lustful silver eyes immediately fixed on the two hard and long cocks in front of her. She didn't waste any time as her hands came up from the ground and wrapped around the thick cocks. She began to stroke them fast and didn't even pay attention to who the two newcomers were. Gleeson stepped forward and crouched down slightly and Artemis brought her face closer to his cock and began to suck. Her tongue lapped at the head and her cheeks hollowed out as she swallowed the pre-cum. Grover released her hair and instead groped and squeezed her ass before he did something Don and Gleeson didn't expect. He slapped the goddess' ass hard. Artemis screamed onto his cock and jolted forward as she took him deeper in her hot mouth. "I have an idea," Grover said before pulling out. He looked at Don and Gleeson and it was as if they understood what Grover wanted to do. Grover laid down on the harsh ground but ignored it in favor of what was going to happen. Don and Gleeson both gripped Artemis and raised her upright on her shaky legs. They helped her onto Grover and pushed her on top of him. Grover smiled at her and held his cock straight pointed at her pussy. She sunk down on him and took him deep into her. She moaned and fell over onto his chest. Her tits rubbed along his naked chest and she tried to move but Grover held her hips still. Don moved to the side of her and gripped her hair and pulled her up. He pushed his cock in her face and Artemis' nose was invaded by his male scent and her tongue dragged and licked his head before she took him in her mouth. Gleeson stared down at her tight ass hole and spat a large glob of saliva on it and rubbed it. Artemis stiffened when she felt a finger prod her tight hole. "Relax," Grover whispered. Artemis did her best to relax and managed some. Gleeson pushed his finger into her ass and spat again and rubbed it and started to make her more wet to take his cock. He pulled his finger out and something harder and bigger replaced it before she realized what it was. Artemis screamed against the cock in her mouth when the thick cock popped into her virgin ass. "Gods… she's fucking tight," Gleeson grunted and pushed deeper into her with single-mindedness. "That she is," Grover agreed and he felt Gleeson's cock through the thin walls of her cunt and he couldn't help but find this amazing as they double-teamed the goddess with Don having her mouth. "Shit," Gleeson sighed as he managed to get all 7 inches into her. Artemis grunted as she was stuffed full of cock in every hole, her eyes watered slightly from the agony of her ass being penetrated. "Lets give her the experience of a lifetime," Grover said. Artemis' world was blurred away when they began to thrust into her. One would pull out and the other would thrust into her and they kept fucking her like that. Her eyes were hazy at the pleasure three cocks in her and bringing her to previously unknown heights of pleasure. Don's eyes were wide as he looked at his two friends fucking the goddess and he began to roughly push Artemis' head back and forth on his cock as he choked and gagged her on his cock. A state of euphoria took over her. Don pulled his cock from her mouth. She screamed—her eyes wild and wide—as she rode the cloud of haze and shocks of pleasure. Her pussy and ass clenched and tightened around the two cocks inside her. Gleeson and Grover both grunted and arched their backs as they both impaled their full lengths inside the goddess and came. Artemis moaned, her tongue lolled out as Don's cock throbbed in front of her face and splattered her face and tongue white with his seed. And she cried her release as the two cocks throbbed and pulsed inside her and painted her walls white with their seed. The foursome all relaxed together. Artemis whined when she felt their cocks inside her soften and cum trickled from her very thoroughly fucked holes. The cock in front of her face softened but that didn't stop her from giving it a few licks. She felt empty when the two cocks pulled out of her cunt. She was pushed over onto the ground on her back and when she looked up she saw Grover and the two new satyrs who she also recognized as Don and Gleeson. For a moment she thought that they were going to be nice and help her get together but no, that was it. Her eyes fluttered when she noticed that they were leaving and not even telling her anything. They just left without a word. And it made her feel like a whore, but that didn't stop her from enjoying that feeling. The pleasure lapped at her insides when the trio disappeared from her line of sight and she realized that she liked it when she's left there like a used whore.

Chapter 2 - Slice

It was a bit later. The second pizza had been called for and retrieved, and things continued to calm down in the apartment. Donnie had taken a seat in an easy chair (near a window, in case a quick escape was called for), munching on a slice. As he did, one of the April clones casually walked over to lean against the window frame, slowly eating her own slice of pizza. Donnie glanced her way, noticing the purple shirt. “So, how is it?” Four asked, indicating the pizza in Donnie's hands. He shrugged. “It's pretty good. Which parlor is this from, if I may ask?” She told him the address. “Huh. Never tried that one before. I'll have to enter it into the database.” A few quiet moments passed, before Four spoke again. “It's... strange.” When Donnie looked at her, she continued, “Asking how a pizza is from someone else. The Kraang gave us some memories of Five's life. But, when you poke at them, all you find is a bunch of dates and facts with nothing behind them. That's all the Kraang really understand about human life. Might be why some of the other clones were a bit... nutty. We don't have any reference point for really good pizza... Or much of anything else.” Donnie just watched her, looking down at the pizza slice in her hand. Leaning with her back against the window frame, her other arm under her breasts to grip her far side, one foot curled behind the other. The way the light from the window crossed her face, the arch of her back down into her butt... Donnie cleared his throat and turned his head to the side a bit. “Well, I... wouldn't call it 'really good'. But it is 'pretty good'.” Silently, he reminded himself that this wasn't April. It just looked like her. Very convincingly like her... “If you like, I could give you some addresses to really good parlors. So you have some comparisons.” “That'd be nice.” Four smiled at him, before taking another bite. Donnie felt that sensation of floating... right before yanking himself back down to earth. Not. April. He looked down at the last bit of pizza in his hands before stuffing it fully into his mouth, brushing his hands of crumbs as he stood back up. “Well, thanks for the pizza,” he said around chewing, swallowing it before continuing. “I'd best head on back. Don't want the others to worry.” He turned and started heading to the apartment door. “I'll get you those addresses in a bit...” “Donatello?” He paused as Four called his name, turning a bit towards her. Her hand touched his shoulder, turning him a bit further as she smoothly came in really close, and before he could react, her lips were on his. Her other hand on the side of his face, her breasts pressing against his chest shell, his arms coming up automatically to gently touch her back as she continued to kiss him. Her smell filled his thoughts, he sensed her tongue briefly slipping in to probe at the little gap between his top teeth before slipping away. She tasted of pepperoni and sausage... And then her lips departed, as she leaned back. Her blue eyes on his, smiling gently. “Thanks for believing us, Donatello.” “...Call me Donnie...” he felt himself say. She considered that, then nodded, her red bangs bobbing slightly with the motion. “Donnie. Thanks.” She held that gaze a moment more, and then gently pulled away. His arms let her go, lowering themselves as he turned back to the door. It opened and he walked through it, heading down the hall and back out the open window. Not even really registering the excited whispers from the apartment behind him after he left. “...Call me Donnie...” he mumbled. His body bobbled along slowly, floating a good six inches above the ground, eyes turned into pink hearts, a little trail of hearts hanging in the air behind him before softly popping. She was leaning against the wall, viewed from her side. A slice of hot, cheesy pizza in her hand. She was staring at it, eyes half lidded, a light blush across her cheeks as the pizza approached her face. Her lips parting, jaw opening just enough to let that hot slice slip inside. Her teeth closed on it, her hand pulling the slice away. One stubborn string of cheese hanging in there from the corner of her mouth, stretching slowly. Her lips still lightly parted, the cheese string bending gently downward as she turned her head slowly to him. Her half-lidded eyes seeking his, a hungry look in them, the blush deepening on her cheeks... “...Call me Donnie...” He was several blocks away before it wore off enough to come back to his senses. It was a few nights later. Donatello was once again on the rooftops. The Turtles were still not turning up anything useful on their scouting patrols, other than the occasional random mugging or robbery. While it felt good to help with the city's usual crime problems, it wasn't really what they were trying for. Donnie paused in the shadow of a rooftop stairwell to pull out a small device. Peering into it, he hummed softly to himself before stashing it away and continuing his patrol. Coming up to a roof ledge, he paused again, looking at a building across the street. It was the apartment building the clones were staying in. Taking out the device again, he checked it's readings. It was a scanner he'd built to try and detect Kraang energy sources. Unfortunately, it didn't work too well, with a reliable range of only about a dozen feet or so. Which made it kinda useless for a general scout patrol, but better if you had a specific building in mind. He wasn't picking anything up, he still wasn't really close enough. But it was slightly comforting that it didn't light up like a Christmas tree from a block away. Hopping down from the ledge, lightly touching the arm of a traffic light, and up again to the target building's rooftop, Donnie checked his scanner again as he slowly walked across the rooftop in a search pattern. He didn't really like doing this. Treating the clones like a threat. But logic dictated that he be careful. They were Kraang creations, after all. And the Kraang have frequently showed a spectacular skill at creating dangerous creatures, even unintentionally. They might not even realize that they were a threat until something set them off. Something like kissing... and holding... and so warm against his shell, so tender... Donnie shook his head, hard. “C'mon, focus,” he muttered to himself. It'd been hard to concentrate on things the last few days. He just kept drifting off to that moment with Four, and how it felt to kiss... He shook his head again. He needed to be sure. And then, he stopped in place. The scanner had picked up something, faint, and straight down from where he stood. His mind ran over his memories of being inside the building, carefully skirting around the specific memories of the clones, focusing on the structure of the building. This spot, where he stood. It was right over the clones' apartment. Right over their kitchen, in fact. He frowned. That wasn't a good sign. Putting the scanner away, Donatello slipped into infiltration mode, silently approaching the edge of the building and easing himself down the side of the building, skillfully finding hand- and foot-holds among the many edges of a New York City building. Inverting, he slowly eased his head down from above to peek into a window. The darkened interior of the apartment revealed no sign of life. The window was the same one he'd been sitting next to, in the main living room. Carefully popping the window's lock, the white-eyed shadow of Donatello entered, closing the window most of the way behind him. A quick check of interior doors revealed an unoccupied bedroom and bathroom. Apparently, the clones were all out at the moment. Heading for the kitchen, little more than a fridge, stove, and sink with a few cupboards behind an open counter that overlooked the living room, he brought out the scanner again. The signal was clearer now. And very localized. It wasn't that long before he checked the fridge in the corner of the small kitchen, then looked between the fridge and the wall. There, he found the energy source, reaching in and carefully pulling it out. He sighed. This wasn't good. At least two of the clones had been hanging out in the kitchen the whole time he'd last been here... The lights suddenly came on, a small gasp coming from the apartment's front door. “Donnie?” He turned to see the red-shirted One standing there. “What're you..?” she started to ask, until Donatello silently raised the device he'd found. It was a Kraang energy rifle. It was on standby mode, energy source just barely running, ready to go at a moment's notice. One looked at it, then back to Donatello. She raised her arms defensively. “Uh, may I at least explain, first?” He considered it, then silently set the rifle flat on the kitchen counter before nodding. One nodded, the slowly closed the front door behind her, not bothering to lock it. The privacy was welcome. “Yeah, that's Kraang tech. We grabbed it off of a guard on our way out of TCRI. You only managed to take care of most of the guards, we still had to take out a few on our own way out.” She walked across the room as she spoke, angling towards the center of the room, avoiding approaching him too much. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she shrugged. “We only keep 'em around for safety. Unlike most people in New York, we know there's a lot nastier things than muggers and thieves roaming the streets.” Donnie silently admitted One had a point, there. “Them?” One's mouth twitched at the catch. She sighed and said, “There's another in the bedroom.” Donnie stepped around the counter, leaving the rifle where it was. “Show me.” She nodded, then quietly led the way into the bedroom, clicking on the lights as she went. In the interior corner of the room was a set of bunk beds, and near the opposite corner, near the window, was a queen size bed. A nearby desk sat there with a closed notebook computer on it. The furniture looked second- or maybe third-hand, and a bit messy. One leaned against the bunk bed, gesturing to the queen size. “It's under the bed.” Pausing only to check his scanner, and finding only one Kraang energy source in the room, Donnie walked over and quickly found the second energy rifle. It, too, was on standby. Donnie set it on the desk. One last scan, and he didn't find anything else that gave off Kraang energy signs. Sighing, he just looked away. “I... had to be sure...” He felt like a heel now, distrusting them so much to break into their home. Yeah, they did have the rifles. But getting and keeping them did make some sense. He looked back at One. “You sure the Kraang can't find them?” One shook her head. “It's not like they keep tracking devices in all of their equipment. They might come looking for an entire shipment that goes missing, or several drone bodies. But two rifles? They've got more important things to do.” Donnie nodded to himself. He had quite a few bits of Kraang tech in his lab at the lair. If the Kraang had been able to track their tech better than Donnie could, they would have found the lair months ago. He sighed. “One, I'm...” She raised a hand, halting him. “I get it. You had to be sure we weren't some Kraang plot.” She looked away for a moment, tapping a finger against her crossed arms. “Two was... actually concerned. After you left, last time. That you might bring Kraang attention our way.” Off of Donnie's look, she added, “You Turtles do tend to get involved in a lot of fighting with the Kraang. Intentional or not, we just can't really afford to get noticed.” Donnie nodded. After a moment, he asked, “And what do you think?” She thought about it, then said, “I think attention would just give me the opportunity for a little payback. The Kraang have a lot coming for them.” That fire in her eyes, of hurt that demanded retaliation. It was different from April. Yet felt so much like her. A possibility that she may have become. Or might become. “Hey,” Donnie stepped closer, gently setting a hand on One's shoulder. “Don't let it eat at you. And don't wish for fights you don't need. That's not a good way to live.” One looked down and away, red bangs shading her face a bit. “... Not like I know any other way to live. Damn Kraang didn't care to include it when they made me.” Donnie, slowly, gently, reached up to hold her chin, turning her gaze back to him. Holding her there a moment, he quietly said, “Then find another way.” It wasn't clear what happened next. She stepped into him, or he stepped into her, but their lips met. A touch, then another, then a kiss that continued on as her arms unfolded upwards to wrap around his neck. His hand slipped from shoulder to her back, his other going down to her slim waist. He could feel her breasts pushing into his shell from every breath she took. Her fingers tickled the back of his bald head. His hands felt clumsy holding her, uncertain if he was doing it right. As good as the kiss was for him, he wanted her to feel as good about it as well. Instinct caused his hand to lower a bit further... She squeaked softly into the kiss as his hand met her butt, the jeans fabric of her shorts adding highlight to the touch. Without breaking the kiss, her leg raised up, his grip adjusting to hold it. And with a small hop, her other leg wrapped around him. The weight made him wobble slightly, taking a step back to adjust. His leg blindly bumped into the bed, and he sat down heavily on it, her legs shifting to a kneeling position on top of him. Sitting there, the kiss finally broke, and their eyes met, mouths still a bit open. Releasing his head, she set his hands to either side of his face before pushing him back down onto the bed. Her hands flowed down his front, tracing the lines of his shell all the way down to his belt. She looked like she considered undoing the belt, but then changed her mind. Her arms crossed, fingers taking hold of her own clothes, arms rising together as she lifted her whole top up. Pale skin revealed itself as his eyes widened at the realization of what he was seeing. Her arms kept right on going, up over her head, her hair flaring as the shirt released her head, arms coming quickly out of sleeves to send the combined jersey and long-sleeve shirt to the floor. Her breasts, still covered by a deep-V bra, seemed to strain slightly against their restraints. She held herself there, breath coming a bit quicker, as if inviting him to act upon her revelation. And he did, hands coming up to touch those white-covered mounds with his two-fingered hands. Her hands came up and touched his, looking so delicate and thin against them. Her breasts, soft yet firm, rolled in his grip. He sat up, his head rising to touch his lips to her collarbone, trailing a path downwards. She reached behind herself and popped the clasp, the bra suddenly coming loose as he continued on downwards. The bra nudged out of the way by his jaw, he continued on down until a little nubbin of skin slipped into his mouth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her, her hand once again on the back of his head. She moved again, leaning against him, and he leaned back down onto the bed. The bra slipped off of her arms, and she tossed it aside. On her hands over him, her hair dangling over one shoulder, her breasts bare and free, large nipples dangling just within reach over his head. She came down to resume the kiss, his hands against the sides of her breasts as they rubbed nakedly against his shell... The door opened. “Hey we just Holy!” One immediately rolled off of Donnie, as he sat bolt upright on the bed, his eyes flickering down to the floor before his hand quickly snatched up One's top from where it fell, passing it to her where One clutched it over her bareness and completely failing to conceal what had just been happening. Two blinked at the pair of them sitting on the bed together. And then tore her eyes away. “Uh, I, ah... Right, I just uh... came in here... for this.” Stumbling over her words, Two quickly walked over to the desk to grab the notebook computer sitting there, and apparently ignoring the Kraang energy rifle sitting brazenly right next to it. “Just... uh... don't mind me... Carry on.” With that, her face breaking out into full-on blush, Two quickly made her way out the door and closed it behind her. After a few tense moments, Donnie slowly looked out the corner of his eye at One. “Um... Did she actually...” Not quite looking at him, she raised a hand to tug at her hair. “Uh, no, I don't... think... Um...” Her own face was turning a bit red. And Donnie could feel his own getting a bit heated. “Yeah,” Donnie said. “May... Maybe I should...” He vaguely gestured away from One, slowly, as if inviting her to change their direction. “Go..? Uh, yeah, maybe that's... best...” She almost looked like she was kicking herself with each word. She started fidgeting with the top in her hands, as if trying to get it right-side-out while also keeping it demurely against her toplessness. Donnie nodded. “Right. Go.” Standing up her took a step before realizing he was walking right towards the bunk beds. Turning around, he walked over to the window, feet feeling way heavier with each step. It took him three tries to open the window from the inside.

Chapter 1 - Last Goodbyes

Last Goodbyes Hiro pulled the gem from the stone dragon heads eye. "Well, that's the last of them. I can go to the Blue Star and be with Lucia now." Hiro's triumph was rewarded with excited cheers from his friends; all of this excitement didn't sit well with Ruby however. "What's wrong Ruby? You should be happy." Hero asked. The little dragon gave an annoyed sigh. "I'm glad you will be happy Hiro, but I've been with you my entire life. I was happy when we were together. Then Lucia came along and changed everything. You hardly notice me anymore." Hero blushed slightly. He could hear the gang murmuring behind him. This only caused him to blush further. He thought for a moment. "I guess I have been neglecting you a little bit. Why don't we stay at Grandpa Gwyn's house tonight? We can set off in the morning." "Um...Hiro...I don't think Gwyn would be happy about us suddenly inviting four strangers over without telling him." Ruby interjected. Hero turned to his friends. "Would you guys mind sleeping in the dragonship while we spend the night at my grandpa's house?" Ronfar got a sly look in his eyes.  "You really are a chick magnet, although I have to admit, I never thought you were that type." Hiro scratched his head in confusion. "Huh?" Jean stepped in before Ronfar could answer. "We'd be happy to. Have fun. *************** A small candle illuminated Hiro's bed. Hiro's cape and shirt had been casually tossed on the ground beside the bed. A blanked covered Hiro from the waist down. Ruby was sitting on Hiro's bare chest. Hiro began stroking Ruby's head. "It was nice of Gwyn to sleep on the couch and give us some privacy." "Yeah," Ruby replied, still looking a little depressed. Hiro stopped petting Ruby.  "You still look depressed. What's wrong?" Ruby sighed once again. "This is the last night I will spend with you. Those fifteen or so years were the best years of my life." Hiro chuckled. "As far as we know, the only years." "Exactly." Ruby said. So shouldn't you give me something to remember you by?" "Ruby, what could I have that you could possibly want?" Hero asked, confused. Ruby got a sly look in her eye. "Oh, you'll think of something..." She said, backing up and sitting at the base of Hiro's stomach. Hiro shot up onto his elbows, launching ruby onto his lap. "Whoa Ruby...I don't think I like where this is going. He laid back down as Ruby flew back onto his stomach. "I'm a human; you're a cat and- ack!" He was stopped by the abrupt pain of Ruby jabbing her claws into his gut. Her claws retracted and he tried again. "Dragon, sorry. Besides, it's probably longer than you are." "But Hiro, you never seemed to have any problem with me being around when you did it by yourself." Ruby argued. "Yeah, but-" He couldn't argue; she had him. He was glad she was around to clean up the mess; it saved him the trouble and embarrassment of having to answer any questions Gwyn was sure to have. Hiro slid off his pants and tossed them to the floor with the rest of his attire. Ruby reached behind her head and undid the knot holding the bow onto her neck. She still remembered Hiro giving it to her as a gift. It was what caused her to fall in love with him, and she felt naked without it. It fell to the floor with Hiro's clothing. Hiro picked Ruby up, supporting her body with his palms, passing his thumbs between her front legs, and wrapping his fingers around her body. He placed her backside at the tip of his stiff member. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can always back out." Ruby folded her wings on top of Hiro's hands. "No, let's continue." She took a large breath and braced herself for something she knew would probably be painful. Hiro sighed. "Ok." He slowly eased her onto him. He went slowly because of the tight fit and his unwillingness to hurt his friend. Ruby was panting sharply. She wasn't expecting it to be so difficult, but at last, the head of his penis finally slid into her tiny body. The pain had finally ebbed, and as her body eased around him she began to feel the pleasure that she had awaited for longer than she remembered. Hiro gently moved her soft body up and down. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to experience some pleasure. They began panting and moaning. Ruby's front paws reached to where they were joined, wetting her paw in the juices. This escalated until Hiro released his seed into Ruby's body. Ruby enjoyed the sensation of the warm, viscous fluid inside of her. Ruby was suddenly hit by an indescribable sensation, making her wings shoot upward. She couldn't explain it; she only knew that it felt wonderful. The sensation peaked and instantly dissipated, leaving her wanting more. Hiro slowly pulled Ruby off, and set her down on his stomach, a thick, milky liquid dripping from both of them. Ruby quickly licked up the mess, savoring the flavor of their mixed juices. "Hiro, I want to th-" she said, stopping when she turned around to discover he had fallen asleep. She walked up his chest and licked his face. "Good night, Hiro." She said as she curled up on his stomach and fell asleep. She was happy she got to spend one last night with the man she loved.

Chapter 4 - Sample

A week passed. “... Tell me this is for a good cause,” groused One, as a sterile cotton swatch was carefully rubbed along her jowls. “There's got to be some kind of scientific explanation for what's been going on,” Donnie told her, as he finished swabbing and secured the sample for testing in his lab. “We did agree that whatever's going on is unusual.” “You didn't seem to mind,” Three teased impishly. A flicker of the three-way ran through Donnie's head before being quelled. He had to keep a clear head. “Don't worry, I'm sure there's an easy explanation.” One sighed in annoyance. “I might worry less if it weren't for your 'safety protocols'.” Her hands raised up in air quotes before gesturing to Donnie. Cotton swatch held in a clamp, tied to the end of his staff, which he was holding by the very far end, at full arm stretch. With heavy gloves. And a gas mask. They were spread out across the apartment, One by the window, Two on the sofa, Three by the front door, and Four sitting at the kitchen counter. All safely apart from each other to avoid cross-contamination. Donnie was standing near the middle of the room, doing his best not to come at all close to any of them. To avoid... uh... contamination. Yeah. “C'mon, we're close to finished, here.” Four spoke up in a calming tone, “We did agree to let Donnie test us. Let's just keep going.” As the others muttered assent, Donnie finished sealing the latest sample in a petri dish and labeling it, stowing it away in the cooler he brought before standing up and jotting down some details on a notepad. “Okay, ladies, let's finish with test material number six...” Each of the clones picked up the last of a stack of petri dishes Donnie had given them at the start of the test, inside of which were bits of material. As they opened their dishes, they held them up close to their noses and took a deep inhale... The room was immediately filled with the sound of coughing and gagging. “Ugh! Donnie! What the heck is this? Smells like sewer water!” Two demanded. “I think my nose hairs are on fire!” Three managed between gags. “So,” Donnie said, looking carefully around the room, pen and pad at the ready, “What would be your empirical reaction to the material?” “Do dry heaves count?” One told him. Donnie made a note of it, along with the other clones' reactions. He did this carefully and calmly, doing his best not to break out in a jig right there in front of them, even though he was whooping it up inside. Test material six was Casey's old gym towel. 'Goongala' that, you testosterone-overdosing idiot! After taking notes, Donnie once again swabbed their jawline with cotton swatches. He'll be quite interested to see if they had any physical reaction to the pungent towel. Sealing the last sample in it's petri dish and labeling it, Donnie stowed it away in the cooler, adding the clamp from his staff, and closed it. “Okay, I'll just run these back to the lab and run some tests on them...” Straightening up, he started to turn to go... Four was right there. In front of him. “Donnie, are you really sure this is a good idea?” “Uh...” Donnie took a step back. “What do you mean? This is just a scientific study...” Four stepped forward, staying right with him. “I know, but what if the other Turtles notice what you're doing? Have you told them about us?” The thought of explaining what he'd been doing these long nights 'on patrol' to his brothers filled him with dread. Leo would insist on telling April about the existence of her clones. Raph would probably tease Donnie mercilessly. Mikey... would probably randomly spit it out to April and Master Splinter. While talking on a P.A. System. To the whole city. “No. And they won't notice. As far as they know, I'll just be tinkering in the lab.” “They just leave you in there?” Four's words were coming softer, more thready. “All alone? Wouldn't you prefer some... company?” “Well, I'm just used to it.” Donnie tried to step back again, but Four stepped forward almost exactly at the same moment. Something was wrong about her eyes... “Really. I should... get back. Run some tests.” “To see why we can't keep our hands off each other?” Four asked, pouting slightly. “Is it such a bad thing?” “Uh... it... I don't...” Donnie stammered. Words didn't want to make it out of his mouth right now. Her eyes tried to focus on his, though with the dark lenses of the gas mask, she clearly couldn't quite lock on. But Donnie's eyes were on hers. He was breathing faster. Panting, really. The mask was stifling. Can he breathe? Yes, the sanitized air was flowing. Can't breathe. Mask. Stays on... Four's fingers were gripping the dangling filter of the mask, tugging upwards on it. She was flushed, breathing hard, those short breaths that would feel so warm on his skin. Donnie raised a hand, quickly batting her arm away, taking hold of the filter to make sure the mask was secure... Then had to fight the urge to rip it off. It's grabbing his face, crushing his head, trying to stick something in his mouth. Get it off! Face-hugger alien!! Four suddenly grabbed his head, trying to tug the mask away... “Four! Four, STOP!” Four's hands were suddenly pulled away as One and Three grabbed onto her. She struggled as they tried to restrain her. Donnie staggered backwards, stumbling and landing on his butt on the floor. He struggled a bit more with himself, then managed to fight down the urge to take his gas mask off and instead checked to make sure it was well in-place. After his self-check, he looked back at Four, still being held by One and Three. She was whimpering a bit, thrusting her chest out towards him, sweat trickling down her face. And was that a wet spot on her shorts? But even as Donnie looked, she seemed to settle down, coming back to herself. Two, standing nearby with a concerned look on her face, seemed to come to a realization. “Donnie. Sample.” She held her hand out to him. Catching on quickly, Donnie quickly got the cooler back open, grabbing a sterile cotton swatch and putting it in the clamp before handing it to Two. Stepping over to Four, still being lightly restrained by the others, Two made a quick pass over her jawline before holding it out for Donnie to catch in a fresh dish. Not knowing what to call it, once sealed Donnie just labeled it with a double question mark before stowing it. “I-I should go. Really go.” He quickly opened the window, pausing only to look back over his shoulder to Four. “I'm sorry. For... just, sorry.” With that, he swept out of their apartment, across the roof, and a couple blocks away before stopping to yank his gas mask clean off his head. Gasping for air, and dispelling the last shades of 'my gas mask is trying to kill me' feelings. Sitting down, his breathing relaxing with lung-fulls of fresh air, Donnie looked over the mask in his hands. He could have sworn he felt it squirming against his head. In a way that brought to mind tentacles and sticky webbing, feeling slimy against his skin. But that was all he'd felt. No sudden need to grab Four and strip her clothes off. Even though that's clearly what she had wanted him to do. The gas mask was the focus. If he'd followed his instincts and yanked the mask off... Donnie looked down at the cooler next to him. Then, a determined look on his face, he picked it up and started running across the rooftops again. He needed his lab. Much later, he looked over the results he'd gathered so far. He'd gotten seven swatches from each of the April clones. The first was a baseline, without any specific input from him. The others were immediately after they'd taken deep whiffs of some fabric materials he'd brought along to test their reactions. The first two samples were essentially placebos, a cotton swatch with distilled water on it, and another that had been dipped in the algae tank here in the lair. They didn't react to the water, with a barely-registering positive reaction to the algae tank. The third was a bit of Raph's hand wrappings, collected after a long training session. Fourth was Donnie's hand wrappings. Fifth was a bit of cloth that had been rubbed against Spider Bytez... Donnie didn't want to think about having to get those samples. Not only did he repeatedly get called 'frog', Spider Bytez had threatened a restraining order. Jerk... And, of course, six was 'Swamp Gas' Casey. Heh heh. He also had their empirical reactions to each sample written down. The clones' samples told an interesting story. They didn't react to Raph any more than they did the algae tank, saying it just smelled 'sweaty'. Spider Bytez had actually gotten less of a reaction than water. Apparently he didn't smell like anything. Something of a comfort, that. And Casey's sample had still less reaction, evoking nausea in the clones. But that might be because the towel had been a bit 'fermented' when Donnie had found it. His own wrappings? They had reacted strongly to it, apparently enjoying the smell. Their samples were very positive. But they hadn't described the smell as sexual, or like anything that might be connected to sex. Tapping his pen on the clipboard he had gathered his notes on, Donnie thought about what this could mean. And then he remembered. There was one last sample. Taking that last petri dish out of the cooler, he contemplated the double question mark on it for a moment, before carefully breaking the seal and taking the swatch out with tweezers to be tested. When the result came back, it was positive. In fact, it was so positive it broke the scale. And the memory came back to him of Four struggling against the others, eyes turning glassy with need, pussy leaking enough to wet her shorts. Why did she react that strongly? Yeah, he was right there, and probably sweating bullets as she threatened to break the safety protocol, not to mention maybe breaking furniture with frenzied sex. Going for his dick and enticing it out of hiding before ripping her short shorts off and getting her pussy onto his hard rod, not caring what got broken in the process. Even right there in front of the others. Let 'em watch. She didn't care, she was getting laid. Let the world watch as she rode Donnie's dick to climax... She could have done it. If she'd gotten the mask off. “The mask,” Donnie muttered. “I wanted to take the mask off...” Four hadn't touched his skin. He couldn't smell her through the gas mask. He didn't need to grab her shoulders, push her against the wall, kissing her roughly as his dick rose up to prod her stomach... Donnie was panting. Oh no. He'd been sitting there, leaning over Four's sample, breathing it in. Quickly, he got the sample back in the petri dish, and then into a bio-hazard container. But the instinct wasn't fading. Two on her knees before him, lips stretching around his dick, her eyes smiling up at him as she contentedly sucked like she was enjoying a popsicle. One over him, her breasts hanging freely, begging to be sucked. He stood up shakily, looking around. It was probably in the air all over his lab. He needed. Needed to get out of here. Clear air. Maybe find April and ask her for... No, no. Stay away from April. Stay AWAY from April! He needed to get out of the lair... Running across the rooftops unfortunately did not clear his head. And did nothing for the raging hard-on swinging in the breeze. It screamed for satisfaction. Donnie paused by a chimney, leaning against the wall as he grabbed himself. Yanking up and down, he drove himself headlong into release, shooting his load against the cold, uncaring bricks. It wasn't working. He wasn't getting better. Almost a dozen people would wander up to their various roofs to find his wasted shots over the architecture. He needed more than this. More than his hand. And there was one place he could get it. When he got back to the apartment, he almost slipped scaling down to their window. The window was already opening when he finally got down to look inside. “Donnie? Oh crap, he looks as bad as Four.” “Get him inside... Donnie? Donnie, can you hear me?” “Bathroom! In the bathroom!” Following the pointing finger, Donnie rushed over to the bathroom, dick jumping a bit as he got the door open. She was there, sitting on the toilet. Stripped of all but one stocking. Panting, red-faced. Red hair undone, frazzled with sweat. Nipples hard and upright. Her legs out wide to expose her pussy, swollen and red, throbbing slightly. The whole room was filled with her stink. The whole world. She looked up at him. She needed. He needed. He rushed forward, even as she grabbed the toilet seat to thrust her hips up, legs going wider. He got his dick into her pussy as fast as he could, going deep in one hard thrust. And then heaving out of her before slamming inside again. She screamed, pushed against him only to yank him in even harder. He grabbed hold of one breast, nipple rock hard against his palm, giving it a rolling squeeze in counterpoint to their primal thrusting. Her breasts were slick with sweat, shimmering a little in the sterile light. She was burning him. His dick was on fire. Yet it needed quenching in her juices, flowing so freely over him. And the more he thrust inside her, the hotter she got, the more she flowed. He needed more. She was giving it her all, yet needed more. He grabbed a leg, the bare one. Lifting it up, he hung onto her hips as he turned her. Still speared on him, she quickly turned her torso over, as her leg passed over his head and then down back to the floor. Her back now to him, sweaty ass up in the air as her legs splayed out wide, he started pounding into her again, brutally slamming his rod into her her encompassing folds. He was grunting, almost growling, as she gave off short, hiccuping moans, hands on the wall to push back against. Leaning over, he grabbed onto her breasts with both hands, twisting her nipples between thumb and finger as he groaned into her ear. Her butt jiggled as it wetly slid across his shell from their thrusts. And then he came. Burning shots up his dick and deeply into her, her flesh quivering around him, milking him for every drop. He lay there on top of her for a while, before sliding sideways off, his dick coming out of her with a thick slurp. He landed heavily, leaning back against the tub. She hung onto the toilet, panting, legs locked, butt high up in the air, a few more aftershocks twitching her body, milky white fluid flowing copiously down both legs, contrasting sharply with the one stocking. The need let go of them. Donnie glanced up as the door opened. Two came in, leaned down to set a hand on Four's shoulder. “Hey, Four? How're you feeling?” Smiling with her jaw left hanging open, Four managed to mumble. “I feel great...” When Two looked over to Donnie, he silently gave her a thumbs up, then leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Chapter 1 - Patrol

(Please note, my knowledge of the recent TMNT series is limited to most of second season and part of the third. Plus my memory of the original '80s series is spotty at best. So kindly forgive any continuity errors on my part as I explore this potential off-shoot of one episode in the second season that caught my attention in particular. Also, since I have no idea what anyone's ages actually are, assume they are all of legal age (or equivalent) for whatever country you are reading this in. I also apologize ahead of time if someone else has run with this idea already, I haven't had much luck finding TMNT fanfics. And now, on with the show.)   The moon, gibbous and heavy in the night sky, bore silent witness to the drone and humdrum of New York City. It was a relatively quiet night, vehicle traffic light and moving steadily as people mostly stayed indoors, all ignorant of the silent shadow flickering across the rooftops above them. Darting from ledge to antennae to chimney without slowing, pausing only briefly here and there to check streets below before smoothly dashing across a suspended traffic light wire to the other side of the street. Coming to the ledge on the far side of the new rooftop, the shadow paused again to check the street below. “Well this has been a bust.” the shadow muttered. Moving more casually now, the figure stepped over to a nearby billboard, the lights finally giving clear form to the rounded shell and green skin of a six foot, humanoid tortoise wearing a brown belt around it's middle and a purple wrap mask over it's eyes. Thick elbow and knee pads pretty much completed what little clothing it wore. Glancing both ways down the street, Donatello ('Donnie' to his friends), checked the figures of the very few people walking around. “Not one Kraang droid.” The blank-faced drones were generally easy to pick out of a crowd, and the Kraang seemed to lack the imagination to make more than a couple different faces for their robotic suits. Donnie and his brothers had split up for the last few days, trying to cover as much territory as possible to locate even a few drones with the hopes of following them back to their bases within the city. Once they had some targets, they'd have something to focus on to try and discover, and hopefully disrupt, Kraang operations in the city. Unfortunately, Donnie hadn't seen even one drone all night. Sighing, he pulled a shell-shaped cell phone out of a pouch on his belt. Quickly tapping it's lit face, he held it up to his ear and casually leaned on the billboard's supports. After a brief ring tone, there was a click as the call went through. “Any news?” came Leonardo's voice. “Not really,” Donnie answered. “I'm just checking in. Haven't seen a Kraang all night.” Leo sighed softly on the other end. “Mikey and Raph haven't turned up anything either. I'm calling it a night, you might as well head on back to the lair.” Donnie thought about that for a moment. He could probably get some more work done in his lab, maybe even grab a few slices of pizza before Mikey scarfed it all. “Eh, I think I'll do one more quick pass. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky.” “Alright,” Leo said over the phone. “I'll try to save you some pizza, but no guarantees.” Acknowledging the semi-promise, Donnie closed the connection, pocketed the cell phone, then sighed, picked a direction, and started moving again. He couldn't really say why he felt like being out on the New York rooftops. That was usually Raphael's thing. But something just felt like he should. Besides, one more quick pass couldn't hurt. Heck, he might even bump into some Shredder operation. Jumping and leaping across the rooftops, checking streets below, Donnie was about to call it a night as well when he noticed a particular figure down there. His eyes locked on, a lump caught in his throat, and his heart beat in his chest. It was only the wobble of his foot that snapped him out of it, as he realized he'd just stepped onto a power wire strung between two buildings on autopilot without sufficient balance. Highly-trained ninja reflexes kicked in and he quickly made it across with only that small wobble giving a hint that he'd been caught off-guard. And then he looked back down at the street. At her... A red-headed teenaged girl, yellow jersey t-shirt over a white long-sleeve shirt that hugged modest breasts and thin waist, going down to slightly wide hips and out-thrust butt in jean short-shorts, black stockings on her long legs and down into sensible sneakers. April O'Neil. Every time he saw her, Donnie felt thrown for a loop. She was just so beautiful and energetic and smart and oh gosh he's doing the stalker boy thing again... Donnie cleared his throat quietly, looking away and pointedly observing some random stars in the sky before looking back down again. She was still there, casually walking down the street below him. He followed along, at first intending to just get her attention for a quiet chat in a convenient alleyway, but as he did, he realized that her being here was a bit odd. April's apartment was nowhere near here. And she hadn't mentioned any special plans when he'd seen her earlier that night. Thinking about it, Donnie mentally shrugged and decided it wasn't really his business. Still, wouldn't hurt to touch base and see if she'd noticed any drones around. Estimating her path, Donnie ran over to a nearby ledge, then, leaning down, gave a quiet signal in her direction, a signal that she'd take as a sign to find somewhere out of sight to talk to one of her mutant turtle friends. She was close to an alley, it'd be easy for her to turn into it and Donnie to hop down to talk... She walked right past the alley, not even giving it a glance. Donnie frowned slightly. He leaned over a bit more and signaled her again, a bit louder. April kept right on walking like she hadn't even heard him. Donnie, silently wondering why she wasn't reacting, saw her turn and enter a building below him. “That's strange...” he muttered to himself. Perhaps she had heard him and just wanted to talk to him inside? The turtles tended to avoid indoors, New York City apartment walls tended to be uncomfortably thin. But, if April was confident enough to go inside after he'd signaled, maybe it was okay? A quick check over the other edges of the building turned up a fire escape, and after looking through some windows into hallways, he saw April coming out of a stairwell on the fourth floor. Easily defeating the window's simple lock, Donnie slipped silently inside, only to see April, her back to him, walking down the hall and around a corner. Now fully confused as to April's intent, Donnie quietly walked forward, senses alert to any curious neighbors who might poke their heads out and see a giant mutant in their hallway. Coming to the corner, he poked his head around to see April rooting around in her shorts pocket and pulling out a key. Feeling a little like he was slipping into 'stalker boy' again, he decided to shake it off and just walk around the corner fully. “Hey, April,” he greeted, feeling his heart quicken slightly as her blue eyes turned his way... ...and widen in shock. “Uh...” She froze, hand halfway out of her pocket, key dangling forgotten. “Hey... Donatello.” Her eyes flickered over Donnie's shoulder, then she turned around to look down the hall in the other direction before turning his way again. “Um, fancy meeting you here?” Her perfect white teeth revealed themselves in a smile. Normally, Donnie lived for April's smiles. So sweet and honest, making him feel like he was floating. He even did his best to try and get her to smile by giving her small gifts here and there. With, admittedly, mixed results, but he was honestly trying. And he was pretty sure he was getting better at it. But this smile was different. It was much more like her 'Egads what is this thing Donnie just put in my hands' kind of smile. Donnie, his face turning confused, walked closer to April, asking, “What's wrong? And why the full name? Is something..?” Donnie stopped mid-sentence, as he realized he'd been slightly wrong. Her shirt wasn't yellow. In the gloom of the night, it had looked yellow, but under indoor lighting it clearly wasn't. The shirt was orange. And there, in low-contrast white font between her breasts, was the number 4. “Uh, new shirt?” Donnie asked, still feeling confused. Her behavior really didn't add up, even if she'd just decided to wear a new shirt today. “Um... yeah.” April looked down at herself. “New... shirt.” “Hey guys, we got pizza. Hope you're okay with pepperoni, mushrooms, and Oh Crap...” “Wow, that doesn't sound so appetizing. Pretty sure we didn't order Oh Crap...” Donnie quickly turned to the hallway behind him, as the voices came quickly to a halt. Two identical faces looked back at him, with surprise in their eyes. Two April O'Neils. One in a red jersey with the number 1 on it, and the other in blue with 3 on it. In the red-shirted April's hands was a pizza box. Donnie's mind flashed back to a moment not that long ago, as he and his brothers infiltrated a Kraang laboratory, and were pulled into an ambush by the one person they never expected to turn on them. And then, as they tried to rescue their trapped friend, were surrounded by dozens of identical Aprils all clamoring to be taken in as the 'real' April. Realization came crashing back to the present as he cried out, “Oh gosh, Kraang Clones!” Donnie snapped into action, as his bo staff came out of it's holster on his back, turning to face the two clones behind him, staff at the ready. Movement out the corner of his eye caused him to turn his head as the single clone he'd been following came towards him, arms up. But she jerked back as he started to turn her way, and then Donnie was hit in the head with a pizza box before a clone grabbed his arm and locked the elbow. He let go with his free hand and tried to punch that clone, but another grabbed his fist. And then the third jumped on his back with her arm around his neck. Overburdened and off-balance, the entire group toppled over, still struggling mightily... “What's going on...” Donnie barely registered the voice, but then it rose sharply and started shouting, “Whoa, hey, stop! Everyone, STOP!” To Donnie's mild surprise, the fight completely froze. Even he stopped struggling. Four faces turned up from the floor to look at yet another clone who had just stepped out of the apartment that he'd been led to. This clone, again looking so identical to the April he knew, wore nearly identical clothes, save that her jersey was green with the number 2 on it. Holding her arms out in a calming gesture, she repeated, “Let's just stop, OK? Can we all just let go of each other and not be fighting for a minute?” Donnie shared a glance out the corner of his eyes with the three clones that had grabbed onto him. “I guess. Sure. Yeah. Fine.” came the various overlapping responses, and they all simultaneously let go and slowly stood up. Donnie kept his staff in hand, however, shooting wary glances around him, ready for any sign that the fight was about to resume. “Okay, good.” The green-shirted April lowered her arms as things seemed to settle. Glancing up and down the hallway, she looked at Donnie and asked, “Um, could we talk, Donatello? Just inside here, if we could.” She gestured to the apartment behind her. As Donnie raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, she added, “I promise there isn't any more of us inside, nor any kind of ambush. I'd just rather not do this out in the hallway where anyone could see us.” Donnie silently agreed that that would be inconvenient for both sides. “Alright,” he said, guardedly. He waited until the green and orange shirted Aprils had quietly gone inside, noticing the red had come in behind him. The blue was still out in the hallway, trying to recover the pizza that had gotten a bit stepped on in all the chaos. It was probably still good, Donnie told himself. Heck, Mikey would eat it right off the floor if he was here. “Um, would you like to sit?” Green April indicated a sofa against one wall of the apartment. Off Donnie's look, she amended, “Okay, I guess that's a bit silly.” She raised a hand to scratch her head briefly. “Well, I guess the next thing to say is... We're not April O'Neil.” A beat passed. “No, really?” Donnie cranked the incredulity to sarcastic levels. “I never woulda guessed.” An annoyed sigh drew Donnie's gaze over to the red shirt as she took a seat on a stool by the kitchen counter. “Yes, we're clones of April. Yes, the Kraang made us.” “But we don't work with the Kraang.” Green shirt quickly added. Donnie just looked at them for a while, trying to get any hint that this was some kind of trick. As he did, the orange-shirted April spoke up. “Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves. We know your name, Donatello, of course. I'm Four.” She indicated herself, then gestured to the blue, green, and red shirted clones in turn. “That's Three, Two, and One.” “You go by numbers?” Donnie asked. Four shrugged. “Well, for a while we thought of using names like May and June...” Three interrupted, as she brought in the mangled pizza box and tossed it on the kitchen counter. “...But then I pointed out that two of us'd get stuck being July and August. Numbers seemed a better alternative.” She shrugged widely, then snagged one of the less-damaged slices of pizza to eat. “Which is why you shouldn't have gone out with that orange shirt, Four,” Two added. She gestured to Four's shirt. “It looks too much like Five's. He probably mistook you for her.” “Five?” Donnie asked pointedly. “It's just what we call the original April O'Neil.” Two told him, as Four walked over to a closet and shucked her orange jersey in favor of a purple one, also with the number 4 on it. “She's always wearing that yellow shirt with '5' on it.” An uncomfortable silence followed, as tense glances were shared all around. Finally, it was broken by One. “Ugh, look, Donatello. We don't work for the Kraang. We don't like them any more than you do. We refused to do what they said right off the bat, and our reward for standing up for ourselves was being thrown into the 'Reject Bin'.” “Trust me, you haven't suffered until you've spent a month with April Derp as your cellmate,” Three tossed out around a mouthful of pizza. The memory of that horrifically twisted failed clone gave Donnie a brief shudder. Being stuck in the bin with her? Yeah, he could see how the clones might resent that. “Okay, say I believe you. Why are you here?” Four took up the tale, saying, “We caught the very tail end of your fight with April Derp and the other clones. We were still trying to climb up out of the bin as you were making your escape with Five. Realizing you'd probably taken out most of the guards already, we made a break for it. Once we got free, we just wanted to have our own lives, and figured staying out of the whole war was a better idea than trying to explain ourselves to you. The Kraang programmed us with some knowledge of their operations. They don't operate around this neighborhood. No interest. And the Kraang's best guess was your territory wasn't near here either.” The Turtles' lair was, in fact, on the other side of the city, near April's apartment. Donnie didn't say so, of course. But the Four's words did match up and explain his lack of success tonight. But when Two stepped forward to gently set a hand on his arm, looking into his eyes, she said, “Please, we don't want any trouble. The Kraang don't want us, and we didn't want to go stomping all over Five's life.” Donnie couldn't withstand that blue-eyed gaze. His resistance melted away. “Alright, alright...” Putting his staff away, he finally relaxed. “If you really don't want to get involved, I can understand that.” He glanced around at the four of them, then continued, “I guess I better get going.” As he turned to go, Three asked, casually, “Stay for a slice?” He glanced back over his shoulder towards her, and she waved the half-eaten slice of pizza in her hand. “Least we can do to apologize for the mixup.” Donnie thought it over. The others had probably already gone through tonight's pizza supply without him. And it did look good, even damaged. “... Yeah, guess I could stay for a slice. Or two...” “We'll order another,” Two smiled, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket...

Chapter 4 - Sayuri's story

Sayuri’s Story Where am I? Is any of this really real? What happened? I don’t know anymore. Nothing seems to make sense. My name is Sayuri, at least, that’s the name given to my by that red dragon. Much of my life outside of that ice cave is a blur. I know I probably don’t want to remember, but I can’t help feeling uncomfortable without knowing how I got here…maybe I should start at the beginning. I remember living with my family, a group of chiro mongrels, in the white dragon cave. We were happy. Life was simple then. I would play with my brothers and sister while our parents would gather food and other supplies. The only real interesting events were when an adventurer would happen to pass through the cave. Adventurers didn’t concern us much. We are passive by nature, and would rather avoid a fight if we could help it. If it couldn’t be avoided, our thick hides made a natural armor against everything adventurers would throw at us. But everything changed that one fateful day… It started off like any other day. I was playing with my siblings, and my parents were scouting around the cave. Our mother suddenly came running back to us and told us to go hide. We watched the carnage unfold from a small secluded alcove not far from the battle. Five adventurers were attacking our father, who was doing his best to hold them off. The battle left our field of vision, and we tried to reassure ourselves, with little success. Our mother suddenly came back, heavily wounded and soaked with blood. She told us she would take us out one at a time. I was the first to leave…I was the lucky one. As she led us out of the cave, I looked back. I wish I hadn’t. One of the adventurers, a swordsman wearing blue with a yellow cape, had cornered my father against a rock. I watched in horror as he thrust his sword into my father’s body. I tried to scream, but my breath had escaped my body. My mother snapped me back into reality, and we ran for the exit. We finally made it outside. My mother looked back into the cave, shook her head and turned back to me. She urged me to continue forward, and not look back. I asked her to go back for my brothers and sisters. She could only avert her gaze and say there was nothing she could do for them. She lost her strength and collapsed on the ground. She couldn’t get up, despite my efforts to both help and encourage her. She fell asleep, at least I though she was, but she never woke up. I tried to wake her, with no success. I finally realized what happened, and that I would never see her again. That thought alone was enough to cause me to collapse from grief. I slept by my mother’s body that night. It was the last bit of comfort I would ever see. I remember it rained that night. I didn’t care. The next morning, I decided to go back into the cave to look for my brothers and sisters. I wish I hadn’t. Of all the decisions I’ve made, I probably regret that one the most. What greeted me was a sight beyond words. The cave was splattered with blood. Walking further down, I saw my father lying against a rock, dead. The lifeless bodies of my siblings were scattered about the cave. Those adventurers had murdered my entire family…and people call us monsters. I suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. I ran from the cave as fast as my feet would carry me, only stopping when my stomach decided to empty its contents all over the cave floor. I never saw my mother’s body as I ran past the area I had slept. I didn’t see the pit I fell into either. I must have hit my head, because when I opened my eyes, I was somewhere else. My eyes opened to sights I have never seen before. This was different from the cave. It was warmer, and the walls were perfectly flat and vertical. The room was strangely square, with the only entrances being on the opposite side of the room, one that spanned the distance from the floor almost to the ceiling, and a much wider entrance that seemed to be placed in the center of the wall across from the first. This one seemed purely for light to enter. Next to me was a strange object covered in cloth, which I later learned that humans sleep on. I believe he called it a ‘bed’. The floor was not dirt, which I had grown accustomed to. It appeared to be made of some other material that I could not dig through, although it was soft enough that I could sink my claws into it. I tried running for the entrance, but was pulled back by a ring around my neck, which was tethered to the wall by use of metal links. The ring dug into my neck, making it hard to breathe. I sat down, watching the entrance, wondering what would happen to me. I was frightened. A short while later, a boy, about the age of the one who killed my family entered. “This is my room; you are going to live here from now on.” He said, just before tossing a bowl of what looked like scraps in front of me. I was hungry, so the fact that the food was terrible didn’t bother me. The meals never got any better, but my life certainly got worse. Having fully studied the room, I got bored quickly. I longed for my siblings to play with, which only served to make me feel sick and even lonelier. I cried myself to sleep that night, dreaming of the happy days I spent with my family. It all seemed so real. Waking up was a terrible reminder that I would never see them again. That day was when I realized I had entered hell. I woke up hungry, the scraps I was fed the night before did little to sate my hunger. The whimpering I was making from the hunger and pain only infuriated the human. “Be quiet.” He told me. I was in no mood to listen and continued. This was another mistake. He came storming toward me and kicked me in the stomach. I had trouble breathing for a few minutes. I eventually caught my breath, only to hear the human chuckle. “Serves you right, worthless beast,” was all he said before leaving the room. He came back some time later. My stomach still hurt from him kicking it. He approached me, I started growling at him. He slapped me across the face, and I fell to the floor. He tried to grab me by the stomach. Instinctively, I sunk my fangs into his arm. He screamed in pain. My efforts were rewarded with a harsh bash on the head. The impact stunned me enough so that I let his arm go. He ran out of the room. I felt a momentary sense of accomplishment, which was turned into an incredible sense of fear and regret. The human returned to the room with an object I didn’t recognize. In some sense, the object looked like it had the jaws of a giant ant. He grabbed me around my throat tightly, preventing me from breathing. I struggled to break free while he unlocked the ring on my neck. Despite my efforts, he would not release me. I suddenly felt myself slammed into the ground with considerable force. He loosened his grip on my neck enough to allow me to breathe, but not so much that I could escape. He pinned my body between his legs and stretched my left paw above my head. He took the object he brought in and brought it to my paw. I quickly pulled my paw from his grip. He grabbed it again and twisted it painfully. “You will cooperate, or I will rip your whole leg off!” I had no choice. Tightly holding my paw, he once again pulled it above my head. I could feel the object’s sharp blade surrounding one of my toes. “Bite me, will you?” he said as he closed the jaws around my toe. I screamed in pain. He released me, and I hobbled back to the place where I had been chained to the wall. He stood up. I quivered in fear, causing him to laugh heartily. “You’re in no condition to run from me. I’m not going to bother chaining you up. If you do manage to run, I will track you down and slit your throat.” With that, he left. I never saw him for the rest of the day. I couldn’t sleep that night. I was in too much pain, and the combination of blood and tears that had soaked into my fur was irritating my skin. I spent most of the night licking my wound clean. Although I never fell asleep, fatigue and hunger pushed me into some sort of trance. I was painfully snapped out of it when I was hit by a hard object. It seemed that the human threw a bowl of food at me. The only thing in it was a stale loaf of bread, but as hungry as I was, it tasted like the best thing I had ever eaten. I noticed that my toe had almost stopped bleeding. That was to be one of the few pieces of good news I would have that day. When I finished, he left the room. He came back in a few hours later. When I tried hiding under the bed, he dragged me out by my tail. Chiro mongrels have a very sensitive tail; being suspended from it feels like someone slowly trying to rip us in half. He wrapped his hand around my throat and flipped me upright. He released my tail, but started choking me again. He made a sinister smile as I desperately struggled to pry free of his grip. I remember feeling lightheaded, the sensation of flying, and a hard impact. I awoke some time later. The room was dark, and I could hear the human snoring on the bed next to me. Every entrance to my body was in pain. I had no idea what he did when I was out, but they secreted a thick bitter tasting fluid. In spite of the taste, I cleaned myself up and curled up to go to sleep thinking ‘how much more of this will I survive, or will I have to put up with before he gets tired of it and kills me?’ That was the last night I didn’t cry myself to sleep. Time seemed to stand still after that day. My treatment got worse. I learned what he had done to me the next day. He walked into the room and removed his clothing. Grabbing me by the belly, he flipped me over onto his bed. He began licking me. I shuddered as his wet tongue passed between my hind legs. The feeling was indescribable. It was like everything good in the world had all been given to me all at once. It felt good, but I knew it was wrong. I felt nauseated by the feeling. The feeling suddenly started building up. I still can’t describe to this day what it was like, but it quickly disappeared, leaving me feeling empty and sick to my stomach. He rolled me over, placing my back to his stomach. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, as he thrust me down. To compare it to anything, it was the exact opposite of what I felt moments before. He had shoved something into my anus, and it hurt. The fact that he kept bobbing me up and down only agitated my sensitive area. I screamed and struggled, but I was stuck, I was at his mercy. He suddenly slowed and stopped. I felt something being injected into my body. I didn’t like it and struggled harder. He pulled me off after what felt like an eternity. He set me down on the floor, redressed, and left the room. This was to be my fate every day for the remainder of my stay there. To my relief, he never licked me again. I have no idea how long I had endured the cruel treatment. It seemed like forever. I neither know nor wish to know the exact length of time. It continued until one day when he decided to try something new. The day started with a heavy beating. He called it ‘submission training’. I was practically his puppet, how much more submissive did he want? I had neither the will, nor the strength to fight back or struggle. He picked me up by the ribs, wrapping his thumbs around my front legs. He sat down on the bed and placed me between his legs. A horn like object protruded straight out from between them. I assumed that this was what he thrust into my body every day. He placed his fingers on my chin and raised my head, forcing me to look at him. “Now, suck on this,” he said, pointing to the object protruding from his legs. “And if you even as much as think of biting me, I will ram my knife into your throat and watch you squirm.” He grabbed my head from both sides and positioned it over the object he pointed to earlier. He began moving my head up and down slowly. I desperately hoped he would not push it down too far. To my disappointment, when his panting increased, that is exactly what he did, causing me to choke, pull my head back, and clamp my mouth shut. I quickly released it as it ejected a thick white bitter fluid into my mouth. I backed up in fear. He looked furious. He began shouting things at me that I neither understood, nor wish to repeat. He grabbed me by the throat and carried me into another room, still yelling. I could barely breathe as he pulled out a knife from a belt hanging from a hook. He slammed me onto the ground. He lowered the knife to my neck. I closed my eyes bracing for the inevitable, and hoping it would be quick. To my surprise, it never came. He pulled back, and I opened my eyes. “No,” he said, “no, I won’t thrust this into your throat. I’m going to slice open your stomach and watch you bleed to death.” In my opinion, the first option seemed more pleasant then the second. He slowly slid the knife into my belly, just below my ribs. The knife was dull, and was excruciatingly painful. Once the tip pierced my skin, he slid it slowly along my stomach. I was howling in pain. He reached the end of my stomach and pulled the knife out. He stood up and kicked me into the wall. “Now, make it interesting.” I had no intention of spending the last bit of my life as entertainment for some human’s sick and twisted pleasure. If I was to die, I wanted to die free. I immediately ran out the nearest exit as fast as I could. I could hear him yelling as he chased me. I was glad that, even in my condition, I could still outrun him. The pain was blurring my vision. I eventually stopped feeling it. I hated humans. They were the cause of my pain and suffering. I ran until I could not run anymore. When I stopped, my vision sharpened enough to see I was on the edge of a platform. I heard yelling above me. A small human began throwing rocks at me. He was quickly joined by several others. The pain of those rocks was a relief after what I had been through. I sat there taking the abuse, not like I had any other choice in the matter. I had no strength to run. I waited for death to save me from my misery. I welcomed its cold embrace. I heard another voice above me. My hearing was fading. All I could make out was “I’m just going to kick it over the edge.” A pink object flew down to meet me. My vision returned just long enough for me to see a catlike figure. ‘This must be one of those dragons my mother told me about,’ I thought to myself. It approached me. “Excuse me…” It said. Not wanting to hear anything it had to say, I backed away. “You’re hurt…” it said in a tone I had not heard for a long time. It took me a minute to recognize it as compassion. I still had no interest in what it had to say, and backed away further, nearly falling off the edge in the process. It continued. “I don’t want to hurt you. You need help, that wound looks bad. Please, let me help.” Walking closer to me, it lowered its head. My hearing was fading again. I was barely able to make out what it said next. “I’m a friend.” “Help…” Was all I could spit out. It looked confused, but I couldn’t make out what it said, my hearing had all but completely failed. My vision was deteriorating rapidly. There is a little known fact about chiro mongrels. We have the ability to teach others the ability to understand us. We were told never to use it. With what was left of my will, I chose to break that rule. I placed my paw on the dragon’s, and passed the ability to it. With my strength draining, I only had one chance to ask for help. “Better?” Was what I said instead. My vision had completely gone, and my strength was depleted. I collapsed, the last thought on my mind was ‘I’m coming mom.’ I opened my eyes. I was alive!? I jumped to my feet and looked around for any trace of my family. A sharp pain in my stomach told me the truth…I wasn’t dead. I collapsed to the floor. “Don’t do that, you are still hurt. You’ll open up your wounds if you do that.” A soft voice said to me. I looked in the direction the voice came from. It appeared to be the dragon from before. My hearing having returned, I could tell that it was a female voice. She sounded kind and warm. I relaxed slightly. “You need to relax; you are in a safe place. By the way, do you have a name?” She continued. “No,” I replied sadly. She tilted her head. “Well, we can’t have you running around without a name now, can we?” Her eyes opened slightly. “How about Sayuri?” ‘What a beautiful name’ I thought. I consider this my first gift, and it was beautiful beyond words. I smiled and nodded to my new and first friend. “Sayuri it is then.” The dragon said, smiling. “You look hungry. Would you like something to eat?” Having thought about it, I hadn’t eaten in several days. I must have looked terrible. I hardly needed to reply, as my stomach spoke for me. A human walked into the room. “I see our guest is awake, I’ll get another plate.” He said. I recognized the voice. It was the one that threatened to kick me off that platform. I began growling at him. “What’s gotten into that thing?” He asked. I growled louder. I told the dragon the reason for my growling. She seemed to understand. “First off, she doesn’t like being called ‘that thing.’ Second, she says that you threatened to kick her off the walkway.” She snapped. “So, it’s a ‘she’ now? And so what if I said it? I didn’t do it.” The human shot back. I couldn’t take this anymore. Not only did he want to kill me, but now he is insulting me. Ignoring the searing pain, I charged at him and sunk my fangs into his leg. “Ouch!” He yelled as he kicked his leg, throwing me across the floor. “For being saved by me, you sure don’t act very grateful.” He walked towards me; the dragon ran between us, shielding me. She started yelling at him. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice; you seemed to be looking there enough. Besides, after that, I would have bitten you too.” The human sighed. “I really don’t want to argue this. I need some fresh air. My clothing should be done soaking anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get the blood out.” He turned and walked out the door. I felt a sense of relief, as well as some of my confidence returning as he left. I apologized to my friend for causing them to argue. I also thanked her for helping me. “Don’t worry. He’s like that sometimes.” She said, pausing. “We both can be a little insensitive.” She seemed to be reflecting when she said that. She dragged the plate of fish over to me. “Here, you need this more than I do.” If I learned anything from the human who tortured me, it was not to question food. I didn’t hesitate to dive headfirst into the bowl. It was the best meal I had ever eaten, and this time, it wasn’t just the hunger that made it so delicious. She stayed close to me for the remainder of the day. I felt comforted by her presence. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted desperately to return the favor. I had to find a way to repay her for all the kindness she had shown me. She did it for no apparent reason at all, and without any thought of a reward. “I want to thank you” I said, licking her face. “You don’t have to thank me, it was my pleasure.” She said, stepping back. She sounded nervous. Not having had a friend or anyone to play with in so long, I began to get a little mischievous. “You’re kind of scaring me Sayuri.” She said, sounding a little afraid of me. To tell the truth, I was enjoying this. Some of that human’s sick idea of pleasure must have rubbed off on me. I felt guilty, but there was no turning back now. I pushed her over. “Now you are really scaring me Sayuri. Please, stop this.” She acted like I was going to eat her. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. It seemed to be acting of its own accord. I watched myself lay behind her. I knew what was going to happen. I had no wish to stop myself. In fact, I wanted it to continue. If it made me feel so good, it would certainly work for her too. “Sayuri, I like you, but…I don’t think I like you in that way.” She pleaded, turning me on even more. “I don’t either.” I replied truthfully. “What!? If you don’t either, then why are you doing this? I told you, I wasn’t interested in any thanks.” She was panicking, making me feel even more turned on. “Please, let me do this.” I asked her kindly. “This isn’t right. I didn’t want-” I licked her between her hind legs. She broke off. She rolled onto her back. It was obvious that some part of her did want to do this. “Nall would kill me.” She said in a half serious attempt to stop me. “We ca-ah-n’t continue.” I gave her another lick, causing her to stutter. I could sense that she wanted it to continue more and more as I continued. Her protests quickly faded and she began panting heavily. I continued licking her. I could feel her body twitching. I knew that whatever feeling struck me was about to hit her. Suddenly, a wave of juices was expelled from the area I was licking. This was different from the human’s. I enjoyed this. I savored it as I licked it off my face. She sighed. “I guess I should return the favor.” I felt a mild pang of guilt for what I had done, but it disappeared when she offered to do the same to me. I rolled onto my back. I wanted to feel that feeling again. She began licking me. She seemed to be holding back for some reason. Regardless, it felt wonderful, and unlike last time, nothing about it felt wrong. I enjoyed myself as she licked me. She stopped for a second and looked up through my legs. “Are you ok Sayuri?” I instantly realized why she had held back. She didn’t want to hurt me. I appreciated that. My wound was still incredibly sensitive to movement. “Yes.” I said happily. She seemed content and continued licking my hindquarters. She suddenly did something I didn’t expect. He pushed her tongue into me. This feeling was better and more intense than before. I suddenly found myself panting. My body started trembling. My wound hurt intensely, but it was completely overshadowed by the feeling that was building up inside of me. I tried to prolong the feeling, but I failed, and it fled from me. Unlike last time, I felt exhilarated and happy. My body stopped twitching. I rolled onto my paws and turned around to face my friend. She seemed to be enjoying the same juices that splashed my face. I decided to help her, and began licking the juices off of her face. “Let’s keep that a secret from Nall.” She said. I fell asleep on the floor. This had to be the best day of my life. Not only had I been saved from a fate worse than death, and death itself, but I met a new friend and found a place I would like to spend the rest of my days. I sincerely hoped I could live here forever. That night I had another dream of my family. We were back in the cave. My brothers and sisters were playing under the watchful eye of our parents. I sat there and watched happily. They suddenly stopped playing and everyone turned to me, a tear falling from my mother’s eye. There was complete silence. No words needed to be said, nor could any describe anything about what it was like to experience this dream. They nodded to me, turned around and walked away. They faded and disappeared and I was left alone in the cave. I felt lonely, but happy to see my family one last time. An inexplicable feeling of joy overcame me as I sat there on the floor of the cave, staring at where my family disappeared. I knew that, wherever they were, they were safe and happy and waiting for me. I slept in that cave that night, sensing a warmness I never had before. I knew my family was watching over me. I smiled as a tear fell from my eye and froze on the icy ground. I was happy again.

Chapter 3 - Talking

The next night saw Donnie jogging across the rooftops once more. Ostensibly, he was supposed to be scouting again. Technically, while he was glancing at the streets below as he passed, he was going in a straight line right for the clones' apartment. He needed to talk to One. He just really needed to apologize for last night. Not that making out with a girl that looked exactly like April was bad... Or that making out with One was bad... But it could never happen again. Shouldn't have happened. It wasn't bad, just that it was terrible. No, that he was making out with One and not April. Not that One was worse than April at making out. He actually had no idea how good April was at it... No. No, scrap that whole line of thought. Start over. It was... Very sudden. Yeah, that can work. Too sudden. It didn't really make much sense that they'd go from talking about weapons to kissing to making out to her top flying off to nipple in my mouth... Start over. The situation is this: Donnie liked April. A lot. One looked like April. A lot. And while Donnie didn't dislike One, Donnie didn't want to upset April by kissing One. A lot. And now One is being talked to like a little child and shoots Donnie in the face. A lot. Donnie groaned to himself. He had no idea how he was going to sort this out. But he knew he had to do something. And he couldn't put it off, that would just make things worse. So, as soon as the night's patrol started, he headed right for their apartment. He was going to fix this. Somehow. Reaching their apartment building, Donnie once again scaled down the side of the building to look in through their living room window. This time, however, the lights were on, and he could see Three on the couch, and Two in the kitchen. Taking a bracing breath, he raised a hand and knocked on the window frame. Three looked up at him, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She said something to Two, before standing up and coming over to the window to open it. “Hey, Donnie,” she said. “Uh, hey, Three,” Donnie responded, smiling nervously. “Is, uh, One in? I'd like to talk to her, if I may.” Three frowned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at Two. “She's not in right now. Is... this about last night?” “Yeah, kinda.” Three thought about that a moment before saying, “Well, come on in. She'll probably be back in a bit. Not point hanging around outside like a creepy bat.” Donnie didn't really mind just hanging there on fingertips and toes, a lot of training focused on wall scaling. But it would probably be best to wait inside. So he climbed in, politely closing the window behind him. He looked over to Two, still in the kitchen. As he did, she suddenly turned away, her cheeks flushing a bit. Not wanting to push things, Donnie just quietly walked over to the sofa to take a seat and quietly wait. But Three walked over, making a big show of sitting down on the sofa facing him, one leg up on the cushion with it's ankle under her other knee. Donnie looked at her, uncertain. Three looked back at him, big smile on her face. Not the kind of smile that gave him 'floaty' feelings, either. “So,” Three suddenly said. “You and One, huh?” “Um...” Donnie thought about the right answer to that. “I... guess?” He immediately knew that was the wrong one. “Three...” came Two's warning call, as she stepped out of the kitchen. Three didn't seem to mind either of them. “I mean, I get it, really. Boy and a girl, alone. But man, you're a fast worker, aren't ya? And so soon after Four laid that smacker on you.” “Enough, Three.” Two was now standing next to them, glaring a bit. Three looked at her, shrugging. “Hey, I'm just sayin'...” Two made a disgusted sound. “Donnie, could I just talk to you for a minute?” She gestured towards the bedroom. Donnie nodded and got up to head in that direction. “Alone?!” she pointedly added as Three started to stand up as well. Three slumped back down on the couch, smiling impishly. “Sure you wanna be alone with him in there?” “Shut up!” Two shot back. Closing the door, she sighed and turned back to Donnie. “Don't mind her. She's just... different.” Donnie chuckled. “You should meet Mikey. He defines 'different'.” Glancing around the room, he saw the beds, and then wondered if Three didn't have a point. “I just wanted to ask,” Two said, interrupting his thoughts, “... about last night.” “Oh, yeah, we didn't really...” “I mean, it's okay if...” “...not sure what it...” “...just really caught me off guard...” “...didn't think we'd...” Both of them stopped, realizing they were just babbling over each other. Clearing his throat, Donnie said, “Um, you first.” “I just...” She paused, her cheeks slightly red. “I just wanted to ask if anything seemed... odd... last night.” Donnie thought about that, rocking briefly on his heels as he did. “You mean other than suddenly kissing a clone and having another clone walk in on us?” Off of her uncertain look, he realized something. “Hey, is this another 'reference point' thing?” “What?” Two was looking at him, her blue eyes looking right into his. “No. No. Not really. Maybe. Kinda?” Two nervously brushed at her red bangs, turning slightly away. “I was just kinda wondering how it got started. I mean, we've barely even met...” “Yeah, that's making me wonder too...” “So, how'd you two even start doing that?” “I...” Donnie tried to think back to that event. “I don't know. We were just talking. I mean, it was kinda personal, but then we were suddenly kissing and then...” Two held up a hand, and Donnie took the excuse to halt before going into details. “So you didn't come on to her?” “Come on to her?” He shrugged, his hands out wide. “I... don't know. I don't even know if she came on to me.” Three stepped a bit closer to him. “Well how could you not know if she came on to you?” “It's not like I do this all the time or anything,” Donnie told her. “We were talking about the Kraang, and payback.” “But that doesn't even make sense.” “I know it doesn't.” He took a step forward, pressing a pointed finger into his open hand. “I mean, how do you even go from Kraang to...” Raising a hand to tap a knuckle of her forefinger against her chin, she asked, “Well, who made the first move, then?” He shrugged. “I don't know.” Frowning a bit, she looked at him hard and took a step. “How could you not know? Weren't you there?” “Course I was,” he replied. “We were just standing real close...” “Like this?” “More like this...” He took one more step. “We were talking...” “Like this?” her voice seemed softer... “Yeah,” Was his heart beating faster? Never mind. “And we looked in each other's eyes... and... it just...” “...clicked...” both said in the same breath. His hands were on her back. Hers were along his sides, gripping the edge of his shell. Their tongues were together in an open kiss, breath hot on their faces. Their hands trailed downwards. His paused to grip her shorts-clad butt for a moment, while hers continued down between his legs, probing gently under the shell. He released her butt to bring his hands around to the front, two fingers feeling a little clumsy as he tried to get the button open. He managed it, the zipper opening much more easily, and the jean short shorts fell smoothly to her ankles, where she quickly stepped out of them. She didn't have panties on. His hands returned to her butt, kneading gently, relishing the feel of skin on tender skin. Her hands found it. A protrusion normally hiding well away in his shell. As she rubbed at it, it grew and extended. Hanging downwards at first, and then rising upwards as her fingers coiled around his dick and stroked up and down. Their kiss broke, easing their faces away from each other. He looked into those cool blue eyes, burning with their need. When she sank down to her knees, he let her, to set his hands gently on her shoulders, one lightly playing with her red ponytail. She looked over his rising cock, green skinned but otherwise resembling a human's. Lightly, she stuck her tongue out and brushed it's underside. Easing back, she rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth for a moment. Emboldened by the taste of him, she went back again, licking at his cock further down as it continued to extend and harden. And then, before breaking contact with him again, she brought her mouth up to the head and eased it inside. His hand stopped playing with her hair, at first touching her head as if to pull her further onto him, but then backing away. Smiling around him, she granted his desire and sank her face further onto his dick, lips stretching around him, the back of her throat just touching the head. She adjusted, tugging him lightly to lean over her as she leaned down a bit, head tilting back. She tugged at his shell, and he responded by easing forward. Her throat in line now, he sank into her mouth, relishing the hot and wet feel. He let her pulls and pushes on him guide his pace, and she encouraged him to go ever deeper. Until her nose touched his shell, where she paused to clench her throat around his dick... She pulled back, his dick sliding out of her mouth fully engorged. She stared at it, panting a little, as if wondering how it had managed to fit inside her throat. Drool dripped down her chain, and all over his dick. He gently gripped her shoulders, pulling her up. Going with his direction, she sat on the bed, then leaned back. He sank to his knees, nudging her legs apart. Her hips, completely bare skin, contrasted sharply with the black stockings on either side, and the green jersey on her torso above. A little flare of red hair marked her pussy. Looking it over briefly, he set a hand on the inside of either thigh, sliding upwards on their silky fabric. As his thumbs approached, he pressed them into her folds, probing the outside of her nether lips. A bit higher, a bit lower, then inward to tug her open. Leaning in, he tried to get his tongue in there, her legs stretching wider to make room. Up and down he tasted her folds, testing her reactions here and there, and finding a little nub that made her squirm. Her hands were on his head, gripping to direct him to begin again, ending once again on the squirm-inducing nub. One hand left his head to tug her shirt upwards, yanking it high enough to reveal her bra-covered breasts. A quick tug aside, and her nipple came into view, to be pinched and tugged. Without slowing his attentions, he slid one arm up her belly, pausing to nudge her inward belly button before continuing on to her other breast, getting it out of the bra and squeezing that nipple in counterpoint to her own actions. Soon enough, he rose away from her pussy, reaching up with both hands to take hold of her shoulders. Her hands went down to grip his dick, aiming and steadying it. And then he moved in. Flesh parted way for solid rod, and it went in fully as deep as it could. He felt her flesh resist most of the way down, and he eased back a little before pushing in again. She grunted under him, but tugged at his shell with every thrust, stockinged legs wrapped around him, bared breasts jiggling with each movement. He leaned down and kissed her again, pausing his thrusts to taste her tongue once more. She ground her hips against him, causing his dick to stir within her pussy. He groaned as she seemed to tighten around him, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at her neck and resume his thrusts. Her moan encouraged him to keep at it, and she started timing her hip grinds with his thrusts, setting new motions within her. The pace quickening, their moans rose as pressure built, and then released. He pushed into her as far as he could go, her arms and legs trying to pull him even further as he unleashed his spunk within her pussy, mingled fluids leaking out of her and down their joined bodies... “Well, that didn't take long.” Two heads turned towards the door in surprise. Leaning against the door frame, Three smirked at both of them. “Uh, er...” Donnie stammered. “This isn't...” Two began. “...What it looks like?” Three smirked again. “Hey, you misunderstand me. I don't mind you two gettin' busy in here.” Straightening up, she casually popped the button on her shorts. “I just mind that you didn't invite me.” Letting her shorts drop, she stepped out of them as she pulled her shirt up and over her head... Not long after Two's tops had joined the other clothes on the floor, and Donnie's staff leaned against the wall, he lay on his back fully on the bed. A mouth on his dick licked and cleaned and encouraged it to stay solid, as another kissed his lips to fence his tongue. One of his hands played with hair as the lower mouth sucked the end of his dick inside, the other slipped between welcoming legs to rub at the warm lips there. The kiss broke, and she climbed up the bed to straddle him, bringing her pussy up to his face, where he eagerly put his mouth to work. Licking up and down on her pussy as he felt her mouth sink a bit lower on his dick, testing the limits of the angle. Her fingers tickled his bald head as she held him close to her sex. After a bit of this, she pulled away. Looking up at her, naked except for her black stockings and shoes, his thoughts clouded. April? April slowly shuffled back, getting her hips in line with his. And April was there, behind her, holding his dick upright and steady. April sank down slowly onto his dick, and he saw each inch as it made it's way into her. Nibbling at her lower lip, April paused her descent to roll her hips around slowly. And then April climbed up onto the bed next to him, just as topless and shorts-less, giving him a quick kiss before going a bit higher on the bed. Without direction, he leaned in to kiss her breast, licking and nibbling at her puffy nipple. They were April. Her breasts in his face, her hips over his, her fingers entwining with his, her scent filling his mind. And he switched to her other breast as she sank deeper onto his dick, he thrust into her to match her rhythm. April pulled away, breaking his contact with her breast to climb up the bed, a stocking'd leg passing overhead to straddle his face, as April faced herself. Licking once more at her pussy as April continued to pump his dick inside her. April was moaning in two-part harmony, as his own grunts rose into her folds. And then, release came again, his dick firing deep into April as she clenched around him and her legs gripped her head, sweet liquid flowing onto his tongue. As the flows faded away, she rose up off of his dick, feeling cool in the room air just before April leaned down to take it into her mouth again. Her crotch still in his face, he gave it a bit more licking as April climbed up the bed alongside them, smiling contentedly, helping him please her a bit by gripping her ass and kneading it. Then April removed his dick from her mouth, crawling forward to get her hips in line, holding his wet cock steady as she eased it into her soaking pussy, her back to him. Then, as she started rising and falling on his dick again, April rolled over on top of him to press her body lengthily against his, her breasts and their puffy nipples against his chin as she humped his midsection... Much later, after Donnie had retrieved his bo staff, said his goodbyes to Two and Three, and climbed back out the window, managing to get it open on the first try this time, he walked along the New York rooftops in silence. Coming to a slight drop from one roof to the next, Donnie sat down heavily. April, mostly naked and riding him... No. No, that was Three... Or was it Two? No, Two was on his face... Or was it April..? No, no, no, April wasn't there. Wasn't there. It was just Two and Three. Not.... Donnie, looking off into space, muttered, “What am I doing?”

Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

  A new Beginning It had been several weeks since Hiro left. Ruby moved to Taben’s Peak shortly after he left. Nall had been kind to her, but was understanding of her situation and kept his distance. Every evening, Ruby sat on the railing of the playground, staring up at the Blue Star, her melancholy expression kept the children from approaching her. A voice came from behind her, “I told you not to get too obsessed with him.” She turned around to see a human looking Nall walk through the doorway. Transforming into his small dragon form, he flew onto the railing and joined her. He leaned up against her soft body. “I know it’s hard, but you will get over it.” She sidestepped away from him and continued looking up at the Blue Star longingly, a tear falling from her eye. “What would you know anything about it? You never had anything like it.” Nall looked both puzzled and annoyed. “Ruby, come with me, I want to show you something.” She followed him into his private chambers. He flew behind the large chair in the back of the room. Ruby sat down a few feet in front of the chair. She could hear Nall moving on the other side. He came out pulling a mirror with a golden frame in his mouth. He laid it down carefully in front of Ruby and sat next to her. “This is a rememberizer. I received it 1000 years ago when I went on a similar adventure. I’ve kept it hidden from the children.” Ruby looked surprised. “We had one of those too, but Hiro…took…” She broke off, looking sad and lonely. Nall placed his paw on the edge of the mirror. The glass flickered and lit up. Ruby watched as the strange relic showed still images of Nall’s old friends, and a scene of them together fighting Galeon. He removed his paw and the mirror went dormant. Nall’s eyes were tearing after viewing the memories of his long passed friends. Ruby didn’t seem the least bit sympathetic. “You lost friends, I lost more than that.” Nall looked surprised. “They were my closest friends. You act like you’ve…” He suddenly became very concerned. He looked toward Ruby, who’s embarrassed face wasn’t reassuring him. “Ruby, please tell me you didn’t…” He said, almost panicking. She averted her gaze, tears welling in her eyes. Nall tried his best not to look angry. “Oh, no. I told you not to get too attached. Not only did you not listen, you went and-” “Shut up!” Ruby interrupted him. She didn’t mean to shout, but she couldn’t believe she was answering to him, about her personal life no less. “What would you know!? I lost the man I loved; you lost a few casual friends.” She suddenly stopped and looked a little afraid. Nall suddenly looked both angry and offended. "That hurt.” He transformed back into a human just as one of the children came to the door. “Nall, I-” Ruby started. Nall interrupted. “That hurt.” He began walking toward the child. “You surprise me Ruby. I knew you could be a little rude, but I didn’t know you were so cold.” He said as he walked out the door with the child. Ruby turned her focus back to the rememberizer. “I don’t suppose you could show me more of Nall’s life?” Se asked, not really expecting it to answer. To her amazement, the glass flickered and lit up. She gazed into it as it showed a scene of Nall and Luna, Althena as she knew her, sleeping by a campfire. She gazed upon their content faces as the former goddess snuggled with him like he was a teddy bear. Both looked more content than she had ever seen. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, like she swallowed a heavy rock. The image suddenly changed. Now it showed her arriving at Taben’s peak after Hiro left. “You are welcome here as long as you like.” The Nall in the mirror said in a surprisingly hospitable and friendly tone. Ruby suddenly wanted to slap herself. She wanted to shrink from existence. ‘Not even monsters are this low’ she thought to herself. Doing her best not to burst into tears, she flew out of the room as fast as she could. She had to find Nall. The tears were clouding her eyes. She could barely see as she raced through the halls, narrowly avoiding running head first into the walls at several turns. She wandered out onto the deck of the little hideout. The sun had set, and darkness was shrouding much of the large open area. Ruby shook the water from her eyes. Franticly looking around before it returned, she saw a dark figure sitting on the edge overlooking the path up to the tree fortress. Nall could hear sniveling behind him. “What are you doing up? It’s late, you should go to-” he said, turning around, but stopped, realizing that it wasn’t one of the children. “Oh, it’s you.” He sounded uninterested. Ruby flew straight into his chest, nearly knocking him off balance. She began sobbing, soaking his shirt as she buried her face in it. Nall wrapped his arms around her and stroked her head. Ruby felt her stomach grumble, but ignored it. Nall stood up. “Now that it’s come to this…” Ruby gasped in horror, flying back a few feet. “Please don’t make me leave, I didn’t mean-” Nall chuckled. “Who said anything bout you leaving?” Ruby stammered. “But…I just-“ Nall just smiled kindly, causing Ruby to relax. “I said you were welcome to stay as long as you liked. I meant that.” Ruby gave a big smile. What little moonlight that broke through the trees illuminated her tears, causing them to glitter as they escaped. She flew into Nall again. Nall wrapped his hands around her body, holding her up. “I was going to say you sound hungry. There’s a river with the best fish not too far from here. Do you think you can make it there?” Nall transformed into his small dragon state again, and they flew off to a secluded part of the nearby river. With an incredibly steep, albeit not very long drop behind them, and the water in front, the area looked like it had never been touched by anyone’s hands, human or beast alike. Nall transformed into his human state only long enough to gather some wood and set it up before reverting back to his original small dragon form. Once Nall stepped back, Ruby ignited the wood. The fire burned calmly and brightly. She turned around to see Nall hovering above the river. He suddenly dove in and came out with a large fish. He managed to drag the fish to she shore, despite its violent flopping. They both dragged it closer to the fire. Nall shook himself off and sunk his teeth into the still struggling fish. “Shouldn’t we cook it first? Or at least wait until it stops flopping around?” Ruby suggested. Nall released the fish, which made a beeline for the water, only to be kicked back by Ruby’s hind legs. Nall Chuckled. “Trust me, this fish tastes better fresh.” Ruby made a slightly disturbed face. “This seems a little too fresh for me.” Nall ripped a mouthful from the stomach of the still flopping fish. “If’s greaf, oo food fry if.” He said, still trying to chew the food in his mouth. “What?” Ruby asked, confused. Nall swallowed the fish he had in his mouth. “I said, it’s great, you should try it.” The fish was struggling less intensely now. Ruby reluctantly took a small bite from the fish’s back. Having found it to be just as good as Nall had said, she took a larger bite. ************ The fish skeleton lay several feet from the fire, where a content Ruby and mostly dry Nall were laying. Getting up, Ruby walked over to Nall, who sat up as she approached. She gave him a long passionate kiss, which caught Nall off-guard, but he quickly relaxed into it. Ruby broke the kiss, leaving Nall wanting more. “That was for the fish and a good time.” Her tail flicked up as she walked away. The sweet scent caught Nall’s nose, causing him to shudder slightly. “Oh Ruby…” He said playfully. She turned her flank toward him, looking to se what he wanted. She saw his tail twitch. “Nall, don’t go getting any ideas…” She said just as playfully. Nall immediately pounced her, causing her to roll onto her back in the sand. He stood over her, his paws digging into the sand. Ruby looked up at his playful face. “Nall, we’re going to get covered in sand.” “So?” Nall replied. “You’re still wet.” Ruby countered. “I don’t think that really matters, do you?” He said, trying to hint something to Ruby. Ruby wasn’t as ignorant as Nall thought her. But when she felt something brushing up against her stomach, she began to think about their relationship. She remembered how they met, and how she came to live with him. She thought about how she had treated him, and how kind he was despite that. She thought about dinner. She suddenly realized how much she wanted him. He called her a dragon long before anyone else believed it. He had shown nothing but compassion despite her ungrateful boorishness. She quickly found herself in love with him. She raised her head and looked between their bodies. Nall looked like he was using every amount of willpower he had to keep from ramming himself into her before she consented. Ruby chuckled lightly. “I suppose you were planning on using that.” “If you can handle it.” He replied. “Ha! Try to keep up with me.” Ruby threw back. That was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned back slightly, positioned himself, and slid into her. He wasn’t as gentle as Hiro, but being smaller, he didn’t need to be. Ruby thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of mating with her own kind. Nall’s soft Body occasionally rubbed up against hers, further heightening the sensation. The fire’s soft and warm crackling encouraged them to continue, their panting softly billowing into the night air. Nall slowed, drooling slightly. Noticing this, Ruby tried to egg him on. “What, done already?” With one final lunge, Ruby could feel a warm sensation on her insides. Nall pulled out, squirting her in the process. Ruby enjoyed the sensation of his fluids running down her body while she thought up a way to keep him from stopping. She had hardly begun. “You made quite a mess.” Ruby said suggestively. Nall caught on quickly and, not wanting to end it himself, played along. “Well, I’ll clean it up then.” He lowered his face down onto her nether area. He began licking away his juices, exciting a giggle from the pink dragon. Having finished, he continued licking away at her sensitive parts. Ruby began squirming. Panting heavily, her body convulsed as she expelled a tasty fluid. Nall more than happily slurped it down as well. He rose his head as Ruby rolled back onto her paws. He began to turn away when he heard Ruby yelling in a stern voice. “Hold it right there!” He turned toward her. “whaoof!” Was all he could say as she tackled him, pushing him onto his back. He looked at her, wondering what she was going to do next. “I’m not finished yet.” She said, confidently. A slight lick between Nall’s legs was enough to summon what she wanted. As his shaft emerged, it was immediately covered by Ruby’s mouth. This sudden and surprising action turned him on, and made him shudder in pleasure. He put his front paws on her head, pushing her farther onto his cock. To his surprise, she managed to engulf the whole thing. “You really do have a big mouth.” Ruby ignored his comment and continued her work. Nall’s body began twitching. It took a lot of effort to avoid accidentally being kicked by his forcefully twitching hind legs. Nall arched his back, pulling her forward and ramming himself farther into her mouth. Ruby savored the flavor of the juice in her mouth. She swallowed it and pulled her head off of his disappearing member. “I hate to admit it, but that was better than Hiro’s.” They chuckled and laid down by the slowly dying fire. “So, feel better now?” Nall asked. Ruby yawned. “Not completely, but I’ll get there.” Just as they drifted off to sleep Nall could hear an “I’m sorry…” coming from Ruby. He gave her a final kiss on the forehead and snuggled up beside her. ‘Maybe she can help me get over my losses too.’ He thought to himself as his thoughts were consumed by pleasant dreams of raising a family with Ruby by his side.

Chapter 5 - Results

“Pheromones?” “Yeah,” Donnie told Two before taking another bite of pizza. The recent experience he and Four had shared had left them very hungry. A couple pizzas had been ordered and brought up to share. “Most humans put out a little bit of pheromones just to help with establishing social pecking orders. Pheromones typically don't cause anything more than mild to moderate attraction, or dominance. But apparently the Kraang designed you guys to be able to put out way more. Enough to... well...” Donnie trailed off, his face heating up. “Turn anytime into Crazy Horny Monkey Sex Time?” One asked pointedly. The clones were keeping their distance from him for the moment. One was camped out in the kitchen, well away from Donnie on the easy chair by the window. “Or, in your case, Crazy Horny Dinosaur Sex Time...” “Yeah, pretty much,” Donnie muttered. He had felt a bit... 'devolved' while he was in the bathroom with Four. He re-focused. “When I tested the samples I took, everything looked within normal human ranges. Except the sample I took after you smelled my old hand wrappings. You all put out a lot of pheromones after that, but you didn't react to anybody else. Not mutants in general, not regular humans, not even my brother.” “But that doesn't make sense,” Two spoke up from the couch, where she was tending to a very tired and hungry Four. “Why only you, Donnie?” “That I don't know,” Donnie said after swallowing another mouthful of pizza. “But we haven't even tried a larger sample size yet, it might be less specific than that.” The clones shared a look with each other right then, before Two spoke up. “Actually... we've kinda been doing our own experiment. Just for the sake of curiosity, you understand.” She shot Donnie a nervous smile. “What?” “She means we've been flirting with people,” One told him. “Couple grocery bag boys, the guy in 3B, some stranger I bumped into at the coffee shop, the landlord...” “By the way, we may want to stay away from the guy in 2E,” Three declared, from her stool at the kitchen counter. “I... might have given him the wrong impression.” One scoffed. “That guy's, like, 90. Give him a week, he'll probably have forgotten by then.” “Well, what happened?” Donnie asked. Two shrugged. “Nothing. Some nice conversations and a whole bunch of phone numbers we're never going to use. I didn't really feel any attraction to any of the guys I tested. And I was hitting on some really cute boys, too...” “Oh yeah, Two had us trying all sorts of things,” One grumped. Raising a hand, she started counting off fingers. “Long talks, intimate details, close proximity, indoors, outdoors, public, private...” “I just wanted to be thorough,” Two shot back. Donnie rubbed a hand on his forehead, trying to dispel the image of April hitting on every single guy in the city... “Why the heck would you do that? Forget the possibility of getting a lot of men pissed off at you, what if it triggered with any man you focused on?” “We had to know,” Four spoke up from the sofa. Even with her tired voice, the will to know came through loud and clear. “The Kraang... I think that's what they wanted us to do.” Two took over for her, fidgeting at the memories. “We might've been... intended to be some kind of seduction weapon. But it didn't work.” Three took over, “After doing some tests like 'touch your nose' and basic math, they dumped me in a room with one of those human-looking drones. Looking all ready and excited to be filling out his 5,000th federal tax return...” She struck a pose, arrow upright, face completely blank of emotions, and recited in a flat, mechanical monotone, “'The one known as Clone Experiment 3somethingsomething will now proceed with the action sequence known to humans as 'seduction' with this one known as Kraang.” Breaking out of the voice, she continued, “Then he pulled out a remote and started hitting buttons. A water bed shot out of the wall, “Love Machine” started playing, and a disco ball came out of the ceiling.” Donnie, feeling very uneasy at the thought of April, or anyone who looked exactly like her, being stuck in that sort of situation, quietly asked, “What happened?” “What do you think happened? I started laughing my ass off,” Three said, trying not to laugh at the memory. “We're talking full-on giggle-snort attack. Tears in my eyes, dropped to my knees, thought I was gonna pee myself... He wouldn't have gotten so big a reaction if he hadn't started dancing...” Thee continued to fight down the laughs burbling up from below at the memory. “Man, that Kraang had NO sense of humor. Even for a Kraang. Dropped me right into the Reject Bin.” “We all had the same experience,” Two said, trying to bring things back to more serious territory. “We had no interest in going through with that. And telling the Kraang we weren't going to... ever!... got the same reaction.” One snorted. “Speak for yourself. When that Kraang tried to force the issue, I ripped the disco ball down and started bashing his face in with it. Took four guards to get me in the Reject Bin.” That was actually a somewhat comforting thought for Donnie. “Well, then why does it work with me?” Two shrugged. “We don't know. But we had to make sure it was you, that's why Four tried to provoke a reaction. Had to verify that it really was us being close in with you.” Donnie slowly nodded. “... but it wasn't working like before. I couldn't smell you behind the gas mask...” The mask. Gripping, squeezing, choking him... “... I don't think we're just dealing with pheromones, here.” Off of their confused looks, he continued. “When Four tried to provoke a reaction, I felt something. A massive urge to take the gas mask off. And when I resisted the urge, it changed. It felt like something monstrous had grabbed my head, and I had to yank it off or it'd kill me. I wasn't feeling like jumping Four, my entire focus was on the mask. I couldn't smell her.” Two shared a look with the others, brow furrowed. “That doesn't make any sense. If the pheromones weren't even reaching you, how could they affect you?” “They weren't...” Donnie nibbled his lip, and then decided they deserved to know. “April is... psychic. Most of the time, it's just heightened senses. Picking up approaching danger, things just being generally 'wrong', stuff like that. But in extreme circumstances, she's actually able to lash out, psychically. She's actually the main reason we got out of TCRI as easily as we did. She's the reason you had the chance to escape.” One asked, “So you're saying that Four made you think your gas mask was a monster in order to make you vulnerable to her pheromones?” Two took up the thought line, “And when that didn't work, she started putting out crazy huge amounts of pheromones to try and overwhelm the filter... I guess we're not immune to ourselves, either.” “Yeah,” Donnie sighed. “I... got exposed to Four's sample back in the lab. It was extremely strong, way more than just your reaction to my scent sample. I... just had to...” “Run right over here for Crazy Horny Dinosaur Sex?” Three asked. Four chuckled weakly. “Kinda glad you did before I broke something. I was stuck jilling myself non-stop after you rushed off” Two frowned. “But why you? Why is this only working with you, Donnie?” A beat passed, as Donnie tried to come up with an explanation. But, before he could, Four broke the silence. “He loves her.” When everyone looked her way, she continued, “Five. April. Donnie adores her. I could feel it when... he was with me. And just now, when we were describing what the Kraang were doing...” “He really didn't like hearing about it,” Two said. “Didn't want to hear about the Kraang trying to turn us into their obedient prostitutes.” “But...” One interrupted, “I haven't felt anything like that with any of the guys we've been testing.” Donnie didn't respond, at first. There was no way the Kraang could have any idea that they were cloning the one girl he felt so close to, that he wanted to smile at him, that he wanted to connect to. The wheels in his head clicked along, and found an answer. He leaned back in the easy chair, speaking quietly, yet relentlessly. “It's the perfect storm. The Kraang gave you the ability to put out strong pheromones, but failed to give you any conscious control over them. Or even more than two 'settings' for it. I don't think they even knew about April's psychic abilities, and you only got a small fraction of them by accident. Your psychic powers don't work without the right stimulus. “My feelings for April. That's the trigger. You picked up on it, and the pheromones kick in. You even recognize my smell now, and your bodies react to it. When we get close, the pheromones, my feelings, your psychic powers... heck, throw in ordinary teenage hormones while you're at it... it all becomes a feedback loop that results in...” He didn't bother to say it, just continuing. “The gas mask interrupted the feedback loop. Four psychically tried to convince me to rip it off, made me think it was a creature on my face. Lashing out in extreme circumstances, her body was overloading trying to deal with the block.” He sighed. “The Kraang accidentally made the perfect seduction weapon that only works on one person in the whole world.” One snorted. “No wonder we wound up in the Reject Bin.” Silence descended for a bit before she asked, “You don't think that was their plan, do you? I mean, we really aren't working with the Kraang. Somewhere in all that tinkering, their obedience programming just didn't 'take'.” “There's no way they'd have known about me and April. Without that key component, the perfect storm doesn't even start. And without that, what would be the point?” Donnie shrugged. Silence descended again. Eventually, Two asked, “... So... What now?” Weeks later... “... And at about 2:13, a couple guys dressed up in ninja black with weird glowing bug-eyes crossed 14th street at roof level heading northeast, going 'yee yee yee' the whole time...” Four said, tapping a map laid out on the kitchen counter. “Foot bots,” Donnie told her. “Fighting machines that learn and adapt as you fight them. Definitely some kind of Shredder operation in the area. We'll have to start checking buildings.” “I'll head that way in a bit,” Four told him, then leaned over to set her elbows on the counter, smiling. “After I get a turn.” “Wait in line,” One glanced over her shoulder at Four. Looking back to Donnie, she gripped the counter edge harder, locking her ankles. Donnie held up with both hands on her naked butt, thrusting into her steadily. The sounds of slick sex were clearly heard across the room as his dick pounded One's pussy. He looked down at their joined selves, noting again the small numeral '1' that had been discretely tattooed on her hips, just outside her pubic hair area. That had actually been their idea. Small tattoos just inside each of their 'bikini area', where he couldn't possibly miss them, so that he wouldn't get so messed up about exactly who he was stuffing his sausage into. Apparently the psychic feedback from that made things kinda confused for the clones, too. Three kinda liked it, but she got out-voted. Donnie humped One a bit harder, shoving his dick all the way in then pulling back as far as he could before slamming back inside. He worked his way up to release, as the door opened. “Hey guys, we have pizza,” Two declared, coming in with Three. She casually tossed the pizza box on the counter, even as the grunting came to a crescendo and Donnie unleashed into One's very welcoming pussy. Two grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it quickly up over her head in a well-practiced motion, her bare breasts spilling free. “So, who's up next?” “That would be me,” Four said, coming around the kitchen counter, as Donnie pulled out of One, setting her down on her feet. Turning towards her, Donnie watched as Four got down on her knees before him and started licking at his dick, dripping with mixed juices of him and her fellow clone. After catching the loose wetness on her tongue before it could end up on the floor, Four started sucking on him in earnest. One glanced at Two. “No bra again today?” Three, having locked the door, laughed as she opened her short shorts and let them drop. “Not like we ever wear clothes around here anymore. Why bother?” Well, that was half-true. They still wore the stockings. Donnie really liked the stockings. Two asked, “You tell him about 14th street?” One answered, as Four was busy with Donnie's dick deep in her throat. “Yeah, we just covered it.” “That's good. Things were all clear on our ends,” Two told them. “So we figured we'd come back and get some Donnie...” She smiled as she got up alongside him, wrapping an arm around his neck and rubbing her breasts against his arm. As Four slid her mouth off of his dick and turned around to stick her butt up in the air before him, Donnie silently marveled that this was actually working. They could stay close to each other and remain conversationally aware. But they had to be having sex the whole time. Apparently it was okay, as long as they just 'rolled with it', they could keep their wits, and as he shoved his dick into Four's pussy from behind, he said, “I'll have to head off in an hour, the others will be expecting me.” “I think we can live with that,” Two smiled, kissing his cheek. Which caused him to turn his head and kiss her, turning it into frenching with Two, while Four moaned and grunted as she got drilled. “Speak for yourself,” Three added, coming in on Donnie from the other side, licking at his jaw before tugging his face over her way to make out with him. One sank to the floor, reaching between him and Four to grab the base of his dick and start squeezing it... Oops. Well, it mostly worked. They still got blindsided by the occasional 'perfect storm'. 'Crazy horny dinosaur sex', whatever... He was on the sofa when he got back to himself, Three riding his dick with her sweat-slick back to him, as he blasted her insides with a fresh coat, the other three loads she'd gotten tonight covering his hips in slime. One was licking at the base of his cock as it throbbed, her face getting covered in their mixed juices as Three rose up off of him. His dick came free and hit his shell with a heavy and wet slap. Going to her knees next to One, Three helped her tug it back upright to lick and kiss all over it. Next to him on the sofa, Two nuzzled his neck and hugged his arm close, his hand down between her legs, his fingers tickling and probing her folds. Four sat on the other side, in a deep kiss with him, his arm wrapped around her to grip and lift her butt cheek. All four of them had copious amounts of white spunk leaking out of them, multiple loads into each of their hot little pussies. They hadn't even gotten to the pizza. Donnie broke the kiss long enough to check the time. “Oh, man, I'm gonna be late.” Four looked in his eyes. “Is that so bad?” Donnie paused before answered. “Eh... I'm flexible on that. I just don't want the others worrying.” “Don't want your brothers finding out about our little sex parties?” Three asked him with an impish smile on her face, as One stuffed his dick into her mouth and started going up and down on him. “Kinda,” Donnie mumbled. “I just...” He sighed, started over. “You were kinda right. Four identical clones suddenly barging in on April's life? Even if you didn't do that literally? She doesn't deserve that. Not to mention all this with us...” The sex suddenly stopped, One not moving and even the kissing on the sides of his face stopped. Donnie, growing more concerned as the gap in action continued, glanced at each of them. “What?” Silence continued, though he did notice Two mouthing the words 'tell him' out the corner of his eye. The four of them still looked increasingly uncomfortable until suddenly something gave way and Four started talking. “Um, we kinda... left out one... teeny tiny detail... when we said we broke out of TCRI...” “There's sixteen of us,” One blurted out. “Apparently they REALLY wanted their plan to work,” Four softly said, adding, “They just couldn't get a working prototype.” “Yeah, a real major 'Jail-Break from the Reject Bin' that night,” Three took it up, “One piling into a guard for it's rifle, ambush dog-piles for more weapons, rolling firefight to the garage, holding the Kraang off as Two hot-wired a truck, everyone piling into the back before plowing right through the closed garage door, blasting drones from the back as they tried to grab onto the bumper...” Two tried to bring it away from 'wild adventure tale'. “We split up once things cooled down. I mean, identical quadruplets living with each other people could maybe understand. But identical hexaducaplets? We just spread out, holed up in spots the Kraang don't operate in. It was the only way we could stay hidden.” They rolled to a stop, looking at Donnie for any kind of reaction. Eventually, he managed, “Sixteen?” One and Three glanced at each other as Two answered. “Uh, yeah, sixteen. I've been trying to get in touch with them, make sure they're okay...” Donnie's mind flooded with the thought of a dozen more completely identical copies of April O'Neil, who would, with just standing close and a hard look, throw their clothes off and start screwing him as hard as they could until his cock burst with white goodness into their hungry, clenching pussies. His dick throbbed, a little leak slipping out the end to trickle down the side. One and Three shared a smiling glance, down there between his knees. As One ran a tongue up the side of his cock to catch that little drop, Three added, “I think he would really like to meet the rest of us.” Two chuckled. “I think that might be arranged.” She kissed his cheek again as One and Three started sucking at his cock in alternating strokes. Four, smiling as she snuggled in against his side a little more, said, “Although, if that's the plan, there really is one little thing we should talk about.” Off Donnie's questioning look, Four leaned down, and in a heavy whisper, asked, “How do you feel about being  a daddy?” Donnie's world slowed, time coming to a halt as color faded away to white, only black outlines leaving him there with slack jaw and wide-open eyes, snuggled between four mostly-naked Aprils...

Chapter 5 - Forgiveness

Forgiveness "Let's keep that a secret from Nall" rung in Nall's ears. He had been sitting just outside the door in his dragon form listening to the whole event. He slowly turned and walked away. His small paws made little noise when they hit the floor, but he was careful that Ruby's sensitive hearing didn't pick up his footsteps. He sat down on the edge of the railing of the playground and stared off into the distance. The cool night air and light summer breeze were a comfort to him. A tear fell from his eye as the entire scene replayed in his head. "Am I that insensitive?" He said, gazing at the Blue Star, as if expecting a reply. The only reply was a slight gust of wind, causing leaves and other light debris to seem to dance in the sky, heightening his sense of loneliness. His thoughts shifted to the events that took place as he entered the room. "What's gotten into that thing?" echoed through his mind. He sighed and flew off into the night. _______________ Sayuri slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Ruby, peering into her eyes. "Morning, sunshine." Ruby said jokingly. Sayuri playfully swiped at her head. Ruby evaded it, and they both chuckled. Sayuri rolled onto her paws and stood up. A sharp pain forced her to lie back down again. "That reminds me, we need to change your bandages." Ruby Looked around. "I don't see Nall here; I'll have to do it myself. I hope I can." Ruby pulled off the old bandages. Sayuri felt like a cold soaking wet cloth had just been removed from her body. The wound appeared to be healing, despite all Sayuri had unintentionally done to prevent it. Ruby looked sad. "I'm not sure how well this will work, Sayuri. Last time I did this, Nall was with me." Sayuri whimpered. A surprised look swept over Ruby's face. "What? My name? I must have forgotten to tell you. My name is Ruby." Her expression shifted to that of curiosity. "Would you mind telling me how you managed to get here in such a condition? I'm amazed anyone could even live, let alone move with these wounds." Sayuri told her story as Ruby carefully wrapped the wounds. Ruby had a tough time. Her attention was divided, and her claws and teeth were not the best tools to use when trying to work with the cloth bandages. She tried her best not to hurt Sayuri in the process. Each firm tug on the bandages brought a painful wince from Sayuri. She did her best to remain still and continue her story, in spite of the pain. The soft bandages felt good on her body. She was glad Ruby was helping her, and grateful that she was doing her best to keep the pain to a minimum. She finished her story at about the same time Ruby finished with the bandages. Ruby gave one final tug on the bandages. "That should do it. I hope they aren't too tight." Sayuri shook her head. Ruby smiled. "I hope they aren't too loose either." Sayuri stood up. The bandages stayed in place, bringing a smile to both their faces. "So, let me get this straight, your family was killed by adventurers, you were found, tortured, and nearly killed by some evil boy?" Ruby asked. Sayuri nodded sadly, and dropped her head. Ruby walked up and placed her head next to Sayuri's. "I'm so sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone you love." They heard crashing and screaming outside the room. Sayuri immediately recognized the voice and darted to the back of the room. Ruby followed after her. "Is that the boy?" Sayuri nodded in a panic. Ruby glanced toward the door quickly. "Hide! I'll get rid of him." Sayuri crawled behind the large chair and ruby laid down in front of it on the floor. As she pretended to be asleep, she could hear a storming toward the door. "Where is it?" The boy demanded. Ruby opened her eyes, revealing a boy about Hiro's age standing in the doorway, looking furious. She pretended to yawn and stretch out. "Where is it!?" The boy demanded louder. Ruby didn't care for his tone, or his attitude. She decided to play with him for a bit. "Perhaps if you specified what you were looking for, you might have more luck finding it." The boy was visibly angered by this comment, but, for the moment, held his temper. "That stupid, ugly, flea-bitten beast. The lousy rodent got away from me." ‘You'll find what you're looking for if you look in a mirror,' Ruby thought to herself smiling. The boy grew impatient. "I tracked it here, I can smell it. Tell me where it is." Ruby flew up to about his eye level, still maintaining her distance. "The only thing I smell here is you. I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. Please leave." He wasn't convinced. He charged Ruby, grabbing her by the back of the neck and shaking her violently. He pulled out his knife and held it to her neck, smiling evilly. "Well then, I'll just have to take you instead." Ruby gulped. She didn't like where this was going. "Yes, I think you'll do nicely. But first, I don't want you flying away, so I'm going to have to do something about those wings of yours." He said coldly. Sayuri darted out from behind the chair and sank her fangs into his leg. "Argh!" He shouted in pain. He threw Ruby to the ground. Ruby hit the floor hard. She rolled in midair and slid into the wall. The boy grabbed Sayuri by the throat and shook her far more violently than he had Ruby. "Thought you could get away from me, did you? Next time I will have to rip off your leg before I let you run around." Ruby shook off the damage and gazed in horror at Sayuri, who was being strangled. "Stop it, she can't breathe!" Ruby shouted at him. He turned around and glared at her. "You seem to be close to it. This changes things." His face let out an evil smile that made both Sayuri and Ruby uncomfortable. He wwitched the hand he was holding Sayuri in, grabbing her by the back of the neck, while also trading his knife hand. He placed the knife at Sayuri's neck. "So, am I correct in assuming that you are both friends?" Sayuri nodded. He laughed. "I'm feeling particularly generous today. I'm going to let you both live." They both looked shocked. "...if..." He started, dashing both of their hopes. He shook Sayuri again; blood began to soak her bandages. "If you tell your friend to come with me instead." Sayuri whimpered. "She won't turn on her friend like that, we both know what will happen to me, and that isn't a fate either of us would wish on our worst enemy." Ruby retorted. He laughed. "Well then, I'll just gut this thing like a fish right here in front of you." He lowered his knife to her already bleeding stomach. "Wait!" Ruby shouted. "...I'll go with you," she continued sadly. He chuckled. "Good, I'll just carry this thing back as insurance that you don't run away." He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. "Huh?" He turned around to see a fist collide with his face. He dropped both Sayuri and his knife and fell to the floor, revealing his attacker to Ruby. Ruby's face lit up. "Nall!" Nall lowered his fist and relaxed his body. "That's for threatening my friend." Ruby flew into Nall's chest. Nall wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. He slammed his foot down on the boy's chest, causing him to let out a sharp grunt. "And that is for hurting Ruby." Sayuri rolled onto her feet and looked up at him. Ruby buried her face in his chest. She suddenly pulled it back. "Does this mean...?" Nall glanced down at her before kneeling down to Sayuri. "I hope you can forgive me Sayuri. I was rude and pigheaded. I'm sorry." Sayuri stepped backward slowly, growling. Ruby leapt to the floor, stepping toward her. "What's wrong? He saved our lives." Sayuri made a barking noise and continued growling. Ruby turned to Nall. "She says that humans are evil." Nall looked puzzled. Sayuri barked again. Ruby translated. "They are the cause of all her pain and suffering, the death of her family, and the reason she is here in the first place." Nall chuckled. "So, that's it." He stood up. "Well, I'd hate to disappoint you Sayuri, but I'm not a human." He changed into his dragon form again. "See? I'm a dragon, like Ruby." Sayuri stopped growling and cautiously approached Nall. She sniffed him a little before licking his cheek. She whimpered softly. "Sorry for biting you." Ruby translated. Nall's eyes shot open. "That reminds me; I brought a friend to help with your wounds." Ronfar stepped into the doorway. Sayuri let out a sharp whine and ran behind the chair in the back of the room. "What's gotten into her?" Nall asked. Ruby bit her lip. She walked back to the chair and circled around behind it. Sayuri was lying low, facing away from her. "Sayuri?" Ruby started. Sayuri looked over her shoulder. "How many adventurers did you say were in that group that attacked your family?" She asked cautiously. Sayuri let out a short, quiet yip. Ruby slowly turned away from the chair. A tear ran down her cheek. She flew to Ronfar. "I need to speak with her alone. Would you please wait in the hall?" He and Nall nodded. Nall reverted to his human form, and they dragged the unconscious boy out behind them. "Sayuri, I asked them to leave. Nobody is going to enter the room without you permitting it." Ruby walked around the chair. Sayuri backed up out of the narrow space and faced her. "Sayuri, I have something I should tell you..." She led her friend to the center of the room. "Those people who killed your family..." Sayuri looked at her, afraid of what she might hear next. She could see the tears in Ruby's eyes and knew it wasn't something she would like. Ruby continued. "They were friends of mine. I was traveling with them." Sayuri would have given anything not to be hearing what she was. She flattened her ears, trying to stop the horrible news from reaching her. "If I had known then what I know now..." Ruby burst into tears. "I'm sorry Sayuri; I didn't know." She said, sobbing. Sayuri's feelings went from sadness and fear to anger. She felt an empty feeling inside her body. She barked at Ruby angrily. "I know that's no excuse." Ruby replied, sobbing heavier than ever. "I know I can never do enough to make up for what I've taken from you. I would understand if you hate me." Sayuri suddenly stopped feeling angry. She quickly turned away. She sat down with her back to Ruby, sobbing heavily. "Sayuri-" Ruby said, stepping towards her friend. Sayuri's only response was a fierce growl. She didn't turn around. Ruby stopped. "Okay. If you want to talk, I will be outside." She turned away and left the room, still sobbing. She signaled to Ronfar and Nall to leave her alone. They left the hallway and disappeared around a corner, dragging the unconscious boy behind them. Ruby flew onto the playground. Sitting on the railing, she gazed upon the Blue Star. Sayuri laid down. Her mixed emotions were making her feel sick. Her memories flashed through her mind too quickly to single out just one. The voices overlapped, making her feel dizzy. She put her paws over her ears and shut her eyes tightly to stop the growing noise. She slowly opened one eye. Seeing she was alone in an empty room, she sat up and tried to focus her mind. Ruby suddenly appeared in her mind. "I don't want to hurt you. You need help, that wound looks bad. Please, let me help." Sayuri shook her head clear again. Ruby's image popped up again. "It's alright, I'm a friend." Tears flew from her face as she shook her head. Once again, Ruby popped into her mind, except this time, she was crying. "I know I can never do enough to make up for what I've taken from you. I would understand if you hate me." She heard the scraping of something across the ground behind her. She turned around to see Ruby pushing a plate of fish into the room. Ruby looked up to see Sayuri looking at her. "I know you wanted to be alone, but I thought you might be hungry. I'm not asking you to forgive me, but please eat something. You look thin enough as it is." She pushed the plate in front of Sayuri and turned around to leave. Sayuri looked at the fish. Her paws and teeth clenched in anger. She shook slightly before turning around and barking. Ruby stopped and turned around. She sat down and waited to see what Sayuri did next. Sayuri barked again, and then whimpered softly. "Of course I'd love to join you Sayuri." Ruby replied happily. *********** The two animals shared a silent meal. They quickly finished the fish and sat staring at each other. Sayuri whined softly. Ruby averted her gaze downward. "Not as bad as it feels to be the friend who betrayed you." Sayuri gave a short whimper. "I told you because you deserved to know. Even at the cost of our friendship, friends don't keep secrets. Whether you wanted to hear it or not, I'm glad I said it. I didn't want our friendship under false pretenses." Ruby said, tears returning to her eyes. Sayuri sniffled as tears fell to the ground from her face. She let out a mournful yip. Ruby stood up and placed her head on Sayuri's shoulder. Sayuri did the same. Ruby whispered into Sayuri's ear, "I'm here for you. And no matter what, I'll still consider you a friend." Sayuri stepped backwards. She looked at Ruby with a confused face. She gave an unsure whine. Ruby chuckled. She carefully pushed Sayuri onto her back and placed herself on top of her. Her face was inches away from Sayuri's. "Just tell me we can be friends still." She spun around and licked between Sayuri's legs. Sayuri wasn't sure of anything right then. She wanted to stay Ruby's friend, but fought with herself over what happened to her family. She felt as if she was being torn in two. She felt Ruby's tongue between her legs. The sensation that flooded her body put her mind at ease, and gave her a sense of comfort. She licked Ruby's hindquarters in response. Ruby took this reply as encouragement to continue. She tried to be extra careful not to accidentally fall on Sayuri every time she felt the relaxing sensation of her tongue. She suddenly felt something enter her body. Sayuri stuck her paw into her friend. It was a snug fit, but she enjoyed the feeling of Ruby's insides against her fur. Sayuri was careful to ensure she had retracted her claws, and paid extra attention to make sure they stayed retracted when Ruby licked her. The waves of pleasure rippled past her wounds, making them sting slightly, but she took little notice of the pain. She suddenly saw a pair of eyes peering through the small space between them. She looked back at them. Ruby chuckled. "So that's they way you want to play, is it?" She retracted her claws. "I think I can match that." She slowly slipped her paw into Sayuri. The sensation of Sayuri's paw was almost too much to handle, and she constantly struggled to keep standing, despite losing her balance several times. They continued for several minutes. Ruby began to feel weak in her legs, but she found the strength to keep standing. The sensations were getting stronger. They felt like they were going to burst. The sensation peaked, as an explosion of good feeling racked their bodies. Ruby's fluids leaked around Sayuri's paw and onto her fur. Ruby used the last of her strength to get off of Sayuri before collapsing at her side. A pool of Sayuri's juices began collecting in front of her. Finding the strength to move, Ruby licked Sayuri's juices off of the floor before cleaning hers from Sayuri's fur. "I hope this means you can forgive me." She said to her friend. Sayuri just licked her face. They both chuckled and laid down next to each other regaining their energy  

Chapter 7 - Farewell

Farewell A firm bump woke Sayuri from a peaceful dream of her old home back in the cave. She missed the way her fur slid on the cool ice and the soft wisping of the wind through the cave. She looked to see what had bumped her. Nall was rolling about in his sleep. "No more fish please, I'm stuffed." Nall mumbled in his sleep. Sayuri walked to the playground, placed her front paws on the railing and gazed off into the distance. The unfamiliar terrain further heightened her homesickness. Sayuri heard a bellowing voice from inside. "Let me out of here!" She followed the screaming to discover that Taben's Peak had a prison. The boy who had taken her from her home was banging on the bars and demanding to be released. She couldn't help but walk by and rub the situation in the boy's face. She walked in front of the cell and sat down. For a brief moment she stared at him, wondering how he would react. "You! You're the reason I'm in this mess. You wretched beast, when I get out of here, that stomach wound will look like a scrape." He tried to kick her, but she was just out of his reach, frustrating him further. He banged on the bars as hard as he could. The rattling echoed through the empty room. Sayuri casually got up and walked away. She walked back up to Nall's room, where Nall was still sleeping. Ruby met her outside the door. "Good morning Sayuri." Sayuri whined softly and rubbed her head against Ruby's. Ruby looked concerned. "You sound upset. Is something wrong?" Sayuri looked toward the playground and whined again. "You're homesick?" She asked. Sayuri nodded. Ruby sighed. "I can't say that I blame you. There isn't a day that I don't miss the days I adventured with Hiro. Let's wait until Nall wakes up. We can talk to him about it." Sayuri smiled softly in agreement. She was glad that she decided to remain friends with Ruby. Somehow, between Ruby and Nall, she had regained a piece of herself that she thought was lost forever. She drew great comfort in this, and would miss these two greatly. "Let's eat some breakfast, I'm starving." Ruby suggested. Sayuri yipped and followed Ruby down the hall. Nall was soon awake, and joined the two for breakfast. They ate quickly, and sat around the entrance for a while, gazing into the distance. Ruby cleared her throat. "Um...Nall?" Nall glanced at Ruby, who continued without waiting for further reply. "Sayuri told me she was feeling homesick. Is there anything we can do about it?" Nall turned to face them. "The Dragonship Destiny is still waiting at the base of Taben's Peak. No doubt Ronfar is explaining the situation to Leo. I could ask them to take you back home, but you would have no way of returning." Sayuri whimpered. Ruby looked at her with a concerned face. She turned to Nall, looking distraught. "She said that it may be fore the best. She doesn't belong here." Nall turned to Sayuri. "I doubt there will be anything left there for you, are you sure this is what you want?" Sayuri nodded sadly. Ruby started to cry. "You can't Sayuri. You have become my closest friend. I don't want to lose another one." Sayuri brushed her head up against Ruby. Ruby began sobbing harder. Nall nudged Sayuri's shoulder with his paw. "We are taking that boy to the Destiny. If you want to go, now is the time." Sayuri nodded sadly. Nall transformed into his human state and walked into the prison area. "It's time to go. We are taking you to a place where you can't hurt anyone anymore." Nall unlocked the door. The boy charged straight at Nall, throwing a hard punch as he passed. Nall evaded it, grabbed his hand, and slammed the boy into the wall, pinning his arm behind him. Standing directly behind the boy, still holding his arm, Nall moved his head closer. "If you try that again, I will do to you what you did to Sayuri." The boy stopped struggling and cooperated while he was taken to the Destiny. Leo stepped away from the helm. "This isn't a passenger ship, nor is it a ferry." Nall chuckled. "Sorry, special circumstances. Besides, he isn't a passenger, he's a prisoner. The passenger is behind me." Sayuri walked nervously up to the deck. Seeing Leo, she darted behind Ruby, shaking. Leo kneeled down to Ruby. "Is this the one Ronfar told me about?" Sayuri began shaking harder under his piercing gaze. Ruby nodded. Leo stood up again. "Well, I suppose she wants to go home if she decided to come here." Sayuri nodded timidly. "Well, let's get you home than." He said, taking the helm. The Destiny started moving. Ruby turned to Sayuri. "Don't worry. This ship can travel over both land and water. We'll be there in no time." Ruby flew up and sat on the railing on the side of the deck, and watched Sayuri run excitedly from one side of the deck to the other and back again. These antics sparked a laugh from her, which quickly turned into a deep sadness. Nall flew up the stairs in his dragon form and took a seat next to Ruby. "I know you are sad, but please try to be happy. Sayuri is going home. She is happy, let's not spoil it for her." Ruby sniffled as one last tear fell from her eye and ran down her cheek, landing on the platform below them. She put on a half-serious smile and looked at Nall. "I am happy that she's happy. I just wish she was happy with us." Nall sighed. "I know you will miss her, we both will. But we can't let our emotions bother her. You know she doesn't deserve it." "You're right. Let's make sure her last few hours with us are pleasant." Ruby agreed. She gave Nall a light kiss on the cheek before jumping down to Sayuri to play. The Destiny rumbled along until the air grew cold, and it started snowing. There was a slight lurch forward as the large vessel came to a stop. Leo approached the two playmates. "This is as far as I can go. You will have to walk from here. I will be waiting for you, don't take too long." Nall and Ruby nodded and disembarked with Sayuri. Nall laughed as Sayuri and Ruby pounced each other in the semi-deep snow. Nall was concerned that Sayuri may open her wounds, but knew that Ruby was careful and wouldn't let it get out of hand. They finally arrived at the entrance to the cave. Ruby's eyes began tearing again. "I will miss you Sayuri." She rubbed her head against Sayuri's. Ruby pulled back and licked Sayuri's face. "Best of luck to you." Ruby turned around and walked away slowly, the smile fading from her face. The increasing cold winds blew her bow about and chilled her body. Nall just looked at Sayuri, unsure of what to say. "Sayuri, I...I'm glad I met you. I know we had a rocky start, but I'm glad I could come to call you my friend." Sayuri stepped closer to him. Nall was unsure of what she wanted to do, and backed up slightly. Sayuri moved faster, and pushed him into a long kiss. Nall relaxed and closed his eyes. Nall could feel his body becoming warmer as the kiss went on. He pulled back. "I'm sorry. I...I...goodbye Sayuri." He said in a panic. He turned around quickly and ran to catch up with Ruby. Nall let out a deep sigh as they walked back toward the Destiny. "I hope she's happy here." Ruby, trying to keep her spirits up, just nodded in reply. They said little as they boarded the Destiny. The deep snow, seemingly friendly on the way to the cave, now felt frigid and unwelcoming. The gentle beautiful snowfall had now become an unyielding blizzard. The only sound to break the silence was the occasional gust of wind, which caused Ruby to shudder and wonder how Sayuri ever managed to live in such a desolate place. The beauty she had so easily recognized on the way there, she could no longer find, despite her efforts. Ruby walked into the dimly lit halls of the Destiny and disappeared from view. Nall approached Leo. "We are ready to leave." He turned toward the cave as the Dragonship turned around. "Goodbye Sayuri." Sayuri walked around the cave. The evidence of the Brutal attack had disappeared, probably by scavengers looking for the next meal. The blood had washed away, and the cave looked as if the whole tragedy had never happened. Sayuri laid down, the sound of dripping water and the wind blowing through the mouth of the once familiar cave filling her ears. She put her head down to go to sleep, but quickly pulled it back up again. She looked around. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she stood up. The cave, once seeming a myriad of shades of light, now just appeared to be rock and ice. The warming laughter of her family was replaced with the cold howl of the wind. This was no longer her home. A sharp cold breeze blew past her body, causing her to shudder. The landscape she had once loved seemed barren and desolate. Sayuri felt alone again. She walked to the front of the cave and let out a howl, which was caught by the wind and swept away into nothingness, lost to the night. She didn't understand. This wasn't the home she had when she lived with her family. Then she realized it. ‘Family.' She had been so desperate to return to what she had once lost that she hadn't realized that she left behind the one thing that made her old home feel welcoming. She ran as fast as she could to where the Destiny had been, finding only the fading evidence that it had once been there. She was alone. Nall found Ruby sulking in an empty room. "May I join you?" Ruby just turned and shook her head. Nall stepped in anyway. "You shouldn't isolate yourself like this. You are not the only one who is sad that Sayuri left." Ruby turned away from his friendly gestures. "Please leave, I wish to be alone." Nall sat down several feet behind her. "I'm not leaving. Misery loves company, and we are both miserable." She turned to him. "I don't think-" Nall interrupted. "Good, don't. You'll depress yourself further." Ruby gave a mildly amused smile and approached Nall. She brushed her head against his, leaning it against his shoulder. Nall moved around to her side, putting his paw on her shoulder. Ruby wanted to brush it off, but he suddenly pushed her over. She became upset, but the tension was eased when Nall started laughing. Nall walked around behind her. Ruby stood up and pounced him, pinning him on his back. It took all of her strength to keep a straight face. "I suppose you were planning on using that?" Nall said, causing Ruby to look at the space between them. Ruby chuckled lightly. "If you think you can handle it." Nall smiled. "Ha! Try and keep up with me." Ruby pulled her body forward, and eased it onto the pink protrusion that had appeared on Nall's underside. She made a surprised face when she realized that it had entered the wrong hole. Nall chuckled. "Want to try again?" Ruby pushed her nose to his, "No, let's do it this way." Ruby began moving her body up and down along Nall's underside. The feeling of him probing around inside her was strange, but she liked it, for reasons she neither understood, nor cared about. Nall was enjoying this new experience as well. He began bucking his body in sync with Ruby's movements. Ruby loved Nall, more than either one of them could understand. She hoped he shared her feelings. She allowed her muscles to contract around him, causing him to moan happily. Nall began panting heavily. His bucking was draining his energy quickly. He could feel the pleasure building up. He held it in as long as he could, but it quickly forced its way out, and into Ruby's behind. He remained motionless as his secretions dribbled down his backside, rolled off the side of his tail, and collected on the floor. Ruby pulled off of him, causing more of the thick fluid to drain all over Nall's body. Nall just laid there, enjoying the sensation of his juices covering his body. He suddenly felt Ruby sitting on his stomach, causing him to look up. "We still have time before we get back." Ruby said suggestively. "Care to go again?" Nall couldn't find the strength to speak. He just nodded. He felt Ruby enticing his member back out from its hiding place. After a minute, she had succeeded. Ruby returned to her spot on Nall's stomach. "You look tired, why don't you take it easy this round?" Nall just laid there as Ruby eased her body onto him, this time finding the correct hole. She began moving her body up and down, slower than the last time. Nall just laid there, enjoying the sensation of his partner working him. Ruby raised her tail and curved it around towards Nall's anus. She slowly pushed it in, exciting a strange "ooh..." from Nall. She moved her tail in and out of his body, timing it with her movements. Nall squirmed happily. Ruby chuckled. Ruby could feel the fluid from their last session between them. The sticky fluid stuck to her fur as their undersides rubbed together, messing their coats. Ruby slowed her movements further, feeling the sensation building up. She paused every second, allowing the feeling to ebb slightly before continuing. She eventually couldn't hold it in anymore, and a torrent of fluid covered Nall. ‘This is going to take a while to clean up.' She thought to herself as she continued milking Nall. She could see Nall straining, signaling the end of their fun. She pushed herself onto him as far as she could as she felt his fluids filling her for the second time. She held her position for a moment, absorbing Nall's fluids. She pulled off and laid on top of Nall. "Nall, I don't think Leo would appreciate cleaning up this mess, could you give me a hand?" Nall made no response. He seemed to be in a half-zombified state as Ruby licked their bodies clean. The quickly drying fluids made their fur stick together, but neither of them seemed to mind as she meticulously groomed both of their coats. Nall began mumbling "I love you Ruby..." He said before rolling onto his side. She finished cleaning the area and stood over Nall. "I love you too." She kissed him on the cheek before slowly walking out the door and headed for the top deck. The Destiny soon approached Taben's Peak. Nall had recovered and joined Ruby on the deck. They both smiled and looked at each other as the Destiny pulled to a stop. They thanked Leo and disembarked. _______________ Several days had passed since they left Sayuri back at the cave. They both missed her terribly, but continued on with their lives as best they could. Taben's Peak seemed quieter and emptier without Sayuri there. Each day seemed dark and lonely. "That fish was unusually good today." Nall commented on the way back from the river near Taben's Peak. Ruby looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah it was..." Nall's smile disappeared. "You can't keep doing this Ruby. If you keep wallowing in the past like that, you will never see the good things in front of you. She isn't coming back. We'll have to live with that." Ruby sighed as they boarded the elevator taking them up to the summit. "Yes, but I can't help but think feel that she had changed her mind somewhere and misses us." The elevator reached the top. There seemed to be an unusual commotion. They dismissed the feeling and walked back to Nall's room. One of the children was standing outside the door. The young girl approached the two dragons. "You have a visitor. I hope you don't mind I showed her in." They looked at each other before darting past the girl and into the room. They were greeted with the sight of Sayuri sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. "Sayuri!" Ruby shouted as she ran to her friend. Sayuri barked happily and rubbed her head against Ruby. They stayed like this for several seconds, each with their eyes closed, enjoying the moment. "Welcome home Sayuri." Ruby finally managed to say.

Chapter 6 - Sincerity

Sincerity Ruby slowly opened her eyes and picked up her head. She looked around the room. Her eyes stopped when they reached Sayuri. She was sleeping soundly with a content look on her face. She desperately wished she could find the words to comfort her friend and apologize for what happened for her family. If nothing else, her inability to describe what she really felt was the most painful part about her relationship. Her regret stabbed at her like a dull knife. The pain was all but tangible. She gazed out the window. "It's night. I wonder how long I have been out." She said quietly to herself. She quietly flew out the door. She could hear the sounds of children mumbling in their sleep. ‘I hope Ronfar is still here.' She thought as she flew aimlessly through the halls. She heard voices coming from the entrance room and flew in to see who it was. Ronfar and Nall were sharing stories at a table. The boy who had tortured Sayuri was nowhere in sight. Ronfar noticed Ruby floating in the doorway. "Hey Red, I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Ruby knew what she needed to say, but she didn't know how to say it. "Ronfar, can I have a word with you?" She motioned for him to follow her out of the room. Ronfar got up and followed Ruby. "What is it?" He asked when he stepped into the hallway. Ruby said the first thing that came to her mind. "Did you get a good look at who was in Nall's room?" Ronfar scratched his head. "Don't suppose I did. The critter ran away pretty quickly." "And do you remember when hero said we should prepare for what we cannot expect?" She asked. Ronfar thought for a second. "Yes, he said that right before we- wait, what are you getting at?" Ruby dropped her head. "The animal in that room is a chiro mongrel." "So, what is your-" he broke off, a regretful silence filled the room for a brief moment. "Oh, no. Please don't tell me..." Ruby only nodded. "Oh, no." His face fell into his hand. "You mean we..." "I'm afraid so." Ruby replied, a tear falling from her eye. Ronfar sighed. "I need some air." He turned and headed towards a door on the opposite side of the entrance room. Ruby followed him. He slumped down into a chair and looked at the sky. "Everything I thought I knew about the monsters that inhabited this world, everything I have been taught, all of it, thrown into doubt because of one animal. I'm not sure if I can ever forgive myself." Ruby landed on the table and sat down, facing him. "You are being too hard on yourself. You didn't know." He looked at her. "That doesn't change anything. Do you think my knowledge of anything matters to someone whose family I helped slaughter?" Ruby didn't say anything. She couldn't. She just averted her gaze to her side, wishing that the whole mess had never happened. "On top of that, Nall said she was injured. I don't think she'll let me near her." Ronfar looked back up at the sky. The bright stars shined with a happy ignorance of what was taking place. The sight was almost enough to relax his now-troubled mind. "I'll talk to her tomorrow morning. I just hope she will listen." Ruby suggested. "Nall may be able to help. He's the only one of us who wasn't involved in the slaughter of her family." Ronfar added. He stroked Ruby's head and back. Ruby didn't particularly care for this, but she sensed he wanted some sort of comfort and chose not to comment or react. After a long night, morning finally came. Sayuri opened her eyes. "Good morning Sayuri." Ruby said kindly. Sayuri yawned while letting out a groggy whimper. "I brought you breakfast. I hope you don't mind fish again." Ruby dragged a plate in front of her. Ruby could tell that Sayuri was still wary around her. After what had happened the day before, she wasn't surprised. "I'm sorry for bringing this up, but it needs to be done." Sayuri listened, although she was apprehensive about what Ruby had to say. "That man from yesterday..." She continued "the one Nall brought in, he wants to help you." Sayuri growled. Ruby stepped closer to her friend. "I know you hate humans, and I know what he did. But he's a priest. He will be able to heal you in no time." Sayuri gave a mournful bark. "At least hear me out." Ruby begged. "I have spoken with him about the incident. He feels worse than I did. He is a good person deep down, and he would never hurt anyone if he knew-" Sayuri barked angrily, interrupting her. "These are not excuses." Ruby replied. Sayuri growled and barked several times. Each bark caused Ruby to wince, fold her ears back, and shut her eyes. "For generations, people have had certain views of monsters. And for as long as they have been forced to coexist, these views have appeared to hold true. But your story has turned all these views upside down. This will not be an easy thing to adjust to, please, be patient with us." Sayuri calmed down, but still looked upset. "Nall will be coming by later to speak with you. He was not involved with us when we attacked your family. Please listen to him. You can trust him." Ruby turned to leave. Sayuri's mixed feelings continued to haunt her. The overwhelming emotions made her sick to her stomach. She curled up and tried to relax. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She rolled over and opened her eyes. Nall's paw hung in her face. She brushed it aside. Nall put his paw back on the ground. "I hope I didn't wake you." Sayuri sat up. She shook her head and yawned. "I know you probably don't want help, but you need to let us help you." Sayuri defiantly turned her back to him. Nall walked around to her front. "I know you're upset. I would be myself. But you can't turn away everyone who tries to help you." Sayuri's eyes began to water. She didn't look at him. "And you know, deep down, that I am right," he continued. Sayuri nodded her head slowly, still not looking at him. When Nall looked at Sayuri, he couldn't help but see a beauty in her that he hadn't noticed before. He suddenly found himself attracted to her. He shook the thought from his mind quickly. "If you'll excuse me, I have tome things to do. I'll tell Ruby and Ronfar that you will allow them to help." With that, he turned and left. Sayuri sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked up with a determined face. Her head fell and she began sobbing softly. Her tears pooled in front of her. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned around to see whose they were. Ronfar entered the room slowly. "So, you're Sayuri." Sayuri spun around and growled at him. "That won't do you any good, he doesn't understand you." Ruby said, flying into the room. Sayuri whimpered. "That's why I'm here. Don't worry, he won't hurt you." She reassured her friend. "What was that all about?" Ronfar asked. Ruby landed next to Sayuri and sat down. "She wants me to translate. You wouldn't listen to her family's suffering; you are at least going to listen to hers." Ronfar crouched down. "Before we start, I want to say I apologize." Sayuri barked. "She says she's heard it before. You didn't know." Ruby translated. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to get started." Ronfar waited for some sort of confirmation. Sayuri nodded. She still looked incredibly upset. Despite her discomfort, she sat down and allowed Ronfar to remove her bandages. Ronfar gently flipped Sayuri onto his hand, exposing the wound to his eyes. "Ruby, could you get me a wet cloth?" Ruby nodded and flew out of the room. Ronfar allowed Sayuri to return to her sitting position and sat down. "Since you probably aren't comfortable with me doing anything without your friend around, I'll just wait for her to get back. Not like I can do anything anyway. I need to clean that wound before I bandage it." Ruby returned shortly carrying a mouthful of wet rags. She dropped them on the floor. Ronfar picked one of the rags up. "Thank you Red. Sayuri, could you roll onto your back?" Sayuri rolled onto her back, her front paws rested on her fur. Ronfar grabbed her left front paw. She quickly pulled it back, but upon looking at the concerned look on his face, she slowly gave it back to him. Ronfar examined the paw thoroughly. "I didn't see this before. That boy cut off your toe? It needs to be cleaned immediately. Ruby, can you ask Nall to get me a pan full of water?" Ruby flew out of the room again. Ronfar looked over the wound on Sayuri's stomach. "That boy must have had one sick sense of fun. I'm amazed you survived with a wound like that." Ronfar's speech brought back the painful memories of Sayuri's torture at the boy's hands. She began crying again. Ronfar stroked her head gently. "I know my apologies aren't enough, but that is all I have to offer. Please accept them." He began meticulously cleaning the fur around Sayuri's wound. The dried blood didn't come out easily, and she winced every time Ronfar pulled the blood off, but didn't struggle, for fear of the injury becoming worse. He finished just after Nall put a small pan full of water next to him and left again. Ruby sat down beside Sayuri. Ronfar grabbed the pan and held it above Ruby's head. She quickly got the idea and used her flame breath to heat up the water. He pulled the pan away after a few seconds and placed it in front of Sayuri. "Please put your paw in the water." Sayuri did as she was told. The hot water hurt her paw, but she didn't move it. Compared to what she had been through, this was nothing to her. Ronfar pulled her paw out after several minutes. He examined it thoroughly. "It doesn't appear to be infected. You should be thankful." He released her paw, and Sayuri put it back on the ground. He then pulled some clean bandages from under his clothing and wrapped Sayuri's wound with them. Once he finished, he rubbed Sayuri's head, stood up and left without saying a word. "I told you he'd help." Ruby commented. Sayuri's stomach growled. Ruby looked at her and smiled. "I'll ask Nall to get you something to eat." She flew out of the room. Sayuri wondered how long she would be feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to feel better, but her losses and confusion were making any sort of determined answer impossible. She looked up as Nall entered the room with a plate carrying a large fish. Nall looked around the room. "Where's Ruby? I figured you'd be hungry, so I brought a fish big enough for the both of you." He set the plate down and transformed back into his dragon state. "Well, if she isn't here, would you mind if I joined you?" Sayuri shook her head and they both began eating. Nall wasn't a very graceful eater, but Sayuri enjoyed his company. She was desperate not to feel alone. ************** They finished eating, and Nall sat and stared at Sayuri, making her feel uncomfortable. She whimpered, breaking Nall out of his trance. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sayuri. I don't know what happened to you before we met you, but I'm glad we met. From what Ruby has told me, it wasn't a good experience." Sayuri lowered her head slightly in agreement. Nall's imagined what it was like to be her during the experience. He wanted to feel closer to her, but he wasn't sure if he could even imagine the emotions, let alone find words for them. Sayuri suddenly whimpered in terror and ran to the corner of the room with her tail and ears lowered. She curled up in the corner with her tail wrapped around in front of her, her eyes wide. She was shaking. "Why are you so suddenly afraid of me? I haven't done anything." Nall noticed it wasn't him, specifically, that she was looking at. He looked down to notice that his thoughts had had a bit of a side effect. He pulled his legs together in an attempt to hide it. "Whoa Sayuri, I wasn't thinking of anything. I was trying to imagine-" Sayuri interrupted him with a bark. Nall tilted his head. "Sayuri, you know I don't understand you. Please come out of the corner. I won't hurt you." Sayuri whimpered nervously, but didn't move. Nall stood up, but maintained his distance. "He must really have hurt you. I assure you; it isn't supposed to be that way." Sayuri crawled out of the corner slowly, but maintained her distance. She tilted her head and whined. Nall chuckled slightly. "Not at all. In fact, it should feel more like how you felt with Ruby the night you came here." Sayuri lowered her head and ears and backed up nervously. Nall laughed. "Not to worry. I'm not upset. After the way I had treated you, I understand. I am not angry at either of you. Besides, in your situation, I doubt I would have been much different." Sayuri sat down and smiled at him. Nall's face began to heat up. "I...I could...show you...that is, if you want..." Sayuri approached him and laid down on her stomach. She moved her tail to the side, exposing her sensitive area. Nall mounted her slowly, trying not to startle her. Sayuri pulled forward suddenly and whimpered softly. Nall put his head by hers. "Are you nervous?" Sayuri nodded timidly. Nall stretched his wing gently around her. "Here, if I hurt you, bite on my wing. I will stop any time you don't feel comfortable. Don't worry about anything. I'll do the work." Sayuri grabbed the bone on the top of his wing in her mouth. She held it gently, not wanting to cause undue pain. Nall pulled back. "Are you ready?" He said gently. Sayuri nodded her head, still holding on to his wing. He slid himself into her as gently as he could. He proceeded slowly so as not to frighten Sayuri or rip his wing from her mouth. Sayuri was unsure about this experience. Her trauma at the hands of that boy was enough to rob her of any pleasing sensation Nall was trying to give her. Now it just felt strange. She was happy however that she wasn't in any pain. This in itself brought her great comfort. She began to relax and enjoy herself. Nall was panting. "There...you go. It feels...better...when you...relax." The sensation that Nall had described had come. The mating ceased to feel strange, and began to feel wonderful. This was different from, although not any worse than when she was with Ruby. Nall's movements grew slower and deeper. Sayuri sensed something was about to happen. Her suspicions were confirmed when Nall pushed in farther than usual, and she felt something being injected into her. She liked this feeling. It wasn't like with the boy. She felt comfortable around Nall. Nall pulled himself out of her. "See, that wasn't so bad." Sayuri released Nall's wing, rolled over and whimpered. "Oh, I'm not finished yet?" Nall replied. Sayuri nodded. Nall chuckled. "Well, I guess I had my turn. Would you mind if I tried something different?" Sayuri shook her head. Nall turned around and raised his tail to her opening. "I've never done this before, so I'm not exactly sure how this is going to work..." He slowly pushed his tail into her. Sayuri gasped heavily as his tail penetrated her body. The fur sticking up on it brushed against sensitive areas, causing an unimaginably wonderful feeling. It took a moment for her to adjust to this sensation, and she was able to breathe normally. Nall was focusing as he moved his tail in and out of her. "Sounds like you're enjoying this." Sayuri yipped, causing Nall to laugh. Nall wiggled his tail inside of her. This caused her to both laugh and gasp at the same time. Her slippery walls made his tail feel strange, but he enjoyed the sensation. The feeling Sayuri had, to her surprise, began building. It grew so strong her vision became blurred. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable muscle spasm throughout her body. Then she felt like all of her muscles suddenly relaxed, causing her to lie perfectly still, completely exhausted, but happy. Nall walked next to her and sat down. "I don't suppose you would mind helping me clean my tail. Sayuri managed to muster the strength to roll onto her side and began to lick his tail clean. She finished quickly. Nall stood up. "I need to check on the children. I'll join you again later." He walked out the door, leaving Sayuri alone. She fell asleep almost instantly. Nall saw Ruby sitting outside of the door. "How long were you sitting there?" He asked nervously. Ruby did a mocking impression of him. "I...I could...show you...that is, if you want..." She nearly rolled onto her back in laughter. Nall gave a nervous face. Ruby managed to stop laughing for a moment. "That's what you get for listening to us." Nall looked surprised. "You knew I was there?" Ruby suppressed her laughter, with some difficulty. "No, but I do now!" She fell over as she wrapped her paws around her stomach, trying to stop the pain from laughing so hard. It took a minute for her to regain her composure. Nall chuckled. "Well, that makes us about even." "You don't know the half of it." Ruby countered as they walked down the darkened hallway together.

Chapter 0 - Introduction

Hey my name is Sean Amadeus Blüd (sh-aun ah-mah-day-us blood) i'm not your ordinary 17 year old boy i'm a vampire but not just any vampire i'm the vampire prince and I hate it sure I have an athlete's build, sure i'm handsome, sure i'm rich but that's not who I am you see i'm really a nice guy I like volunteering at homeless shelters, every christmas I send presents to orphans, and what I love to do most is cook our supper so that the royal cooks can have a break. My older sister Aliza is a total bitch sure she's nice towards our family, the servants' and the guards but she is a bitch towards me and I think not sure though but I think it's because i'm next in line for the throne. My girlfriend unbeknownst to my family is a werewolf her name is Lucy and I love her with all my heart plus her family adores me not only that but we've made love and let me tell you she is fucking awesome I mean she loves my 13 inch dick and I love to ram it into her tight pussy and before she comes I take out my dick and lick her pussy until she has her orgasm but enough about that shit. this is the story of how I went from prince to universal hero.

Chapter 1 - The morning rountine

The blaring tone of her alarm was particularly annoying this morning.  A frustrated sigh passed her lips as she was abruptly shaken from a most pleasant dream involving a certain green haired classmate.  Begrudgingly toru Hagakure shut of her alarm, dragged herself out of bed and stumbled into her bathroom.  A sly smile crossed her lips as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her bare form clearly outlined by the tight tank top she had stolen from Midoriyas dirty hamper.  Peeling that tank off she was met with the familiar sight of a bright pink dildo and butt plug that seemed to be floating in the air.  A soft moan escaped her lips as she slid the toys out, suddenly feeling empty as they bounced off the tile floor.  Now completely invisible she stuffed her stolen sleep shirt into a towel and headed down stairs to take a shower, taking a quick detour to return her stolen pajamas to the laundry.  She jumped as she suddenly heard approaching voices in the midst of a heated discussion. ".Don't try to act innocence, I know you want to play too, Midoryia"  Mineta scoffed as he walked in.  Within seconds he was joined by Ojiro, Midoriya, Kaminari, and Sero.  Toru had to stifle a gasp as she took in the sight of the five of them, each in various states of undress.  She barely noticed as mineta approached the girls hamper and held up a pair of pale green panties.  "I bet these are sue's..."  he said with a sly grin.  Kaminari shook his head as he crossed the room and pushed Mineta out of the way. "Of course they are idiot, at least pick a pair that aren't so obvious.  Like who do you think these belong to?"  He pulled a black thong, complete with lace trimming from the pile.  "Ashido or Momo?"  While the boys pickered, Toru's eyes were drawn to the bulges forming in each of their boxers.  Without realizing it a hand had drifted to her crotch, finding it already soaked and dripping as she began to play with herself.

Chapter 3 - Byleth/Rhea C Support

As Byleth nervously spared glances around the tidy, expansive room Rhea welcomed her with a beatific smile “Welcome, Professor. This is the first time I have welcomed you here, is it not? There is no need to be nervous. Please, come closer. When you speak with me here in this room, you are not speaking with the archbishop, but with Rhea. It's just me.” As Byleth stepped forward she struggled to maintain her typical stoic exterior, inside she felt more nervous standing in Rhea’s own quarters than ever before. Only Sothis’s incessant reminders on the way here had tempered her enthusiasm and trepidation with the slightest bit of suspicion. Still, in this moment, standing before the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; who had treated her with such trust and kindness, Byleth could scarcely say a thing but the simple truth “I'm still nervous.” Rhea’s kind smile became bemused as she replied “Such a sweet child.” Byleth flushed slightly at this, at once gratified and ashamed at finding such happiness in being patronized. At this Sothis appeared, her little arms folded tensely, next to Rhea with a look of exasperation. Predictably she berated Byleth “You fool! Can you not set aside your lust for even a moment?” Rhea had taken Byleth’s apparent embarrassment as an indication of discomfort at conduct unbecoming faculty of an academy and monastery, she spoke to create a more appropriate tone for their conversation “Oh, my apologies. I should not be treating you like a child. As Jeralt's kin, somehow you don't seem at all a stranger to me... Speaking of Jeralt, may I ask if he ever spoke of me to you?” At this Byleth froze, looking to Sothis who stared intently into Byleth’s eyes, commanding her “Do not betray your father’s trust, deceive her!” Torn between loyalty to her father, contesting with her overpowering desire for Rhea to feel the same affection she felt, Byleth vacillated. Overcome with emotion she could only blurt out a useless, clumsy lie “He said you were incredible.” Rage and bewilderment overtook Sothis’s features as she threw up her tiny hands, utterly exasperated at Byleth’s pathetic attempt at deception. A look of shock and disappointment washed over Rhea’s previously serene countenance “Hm, is that so? Unfortunately, I am unable to believe that such words fell from Jeralt's lips. I want you to know that you are free to speak candidly. There is no need to spare me from the truth, however harsh it may be. Since you are here, shall I tell you about the Jeralt that I knew?”  A look of weary disappointment finally settled over Sothis’s features, as she talked over Rhea, giving Byleth one final piece of advice, “I see she still wishes to converse with you even as you have shown yourself to be both knave and fool. I know your heart, you ache for her more than anything, offer yourself to her. Does it not appear that nothing could have her give you the condemnation you have earned?” With that sothis vanished, leaving Byleth to hear the end of Rhea’s story, much of which she had missed. “Jeralt jumped in front of an attack meant for me. He was gravely wounded. On the verge of death. I tended to his wounds in a desperate attempt to save his life. Thankfully, my efforts were not in vain. Jeralt managed to escape a seemingly certain death. I made arrangements for him to receive further care at Garreg Mach. The moment he was deemed fully recovered, I invited him to join the knights.” Telling a story meant to bring them closer together had returned Rhea’s radiant smile and seeing that Byleth brightened, feeling reassured by what little of the story she had heard replying “I didn't know... Thank you for telling me.”  Rhea, kept her enchanting smile as she answered simply “Well, it is not a story I have often repeated. Even at the monastery, there are not many who know that. I tell you this because… to me, you are the child of the one who saved my life all those years ago. And also…” Seeing a possible way to understand the object of her desire Byleth tried to keep the desperation from her voice as she queried Rhea “Yes?” Rhea seemed to struggle with something. A distant look and blank expression overtook her face. Eventually the look passed and she replied, cryptic as ever  “Never mind. It is nothing. I simply wanted to say that I trust you. By coming to visit with me today, you have... Well... Suffice it to say that my day is brighter than it otherwise would have been. I thank you for that.”  Byleth smiled hesitantly, ignoring the unspoken truths Rhea still felt she couldn’t trust her with, she responded to Rhea “No, thank you Rhea, I don’t deserve that trust. I just lied to you yet you seem to understand. What I can’t understand is why my dad doesn’t value the way you support me, gave me the chance to teach these wonderful kids, and how you have more faith in me than anyone ever has. Whatever problems there are between you two I know it will all work out.” Rhea’s beatific smile returned at this profession of faith.  But it faltered slightly as Byleth took a step forward and stared deeply into Rheas striking pale green eyes before continuing “I don’t deserve it but I have one more thing I’d like. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen and I want you.” Hoping for an enthusiastic affirmation of shared feelings but expecting a succinct rejection she instead received another cryptic, far away look.  Byleth had little reason to assume this wasn’t Rhea trying to think of a way to let her down gently so, stifling tears she turned and quickly began to move away, only to have her hand caught by Rhea. Turning Byleth saw that the faraway look wasn’t totally absent, however a hint of her smile had returned and she said in an unusually light an airy voice “It has been so very long since I have opened my heart to another.” She then fixed Byleth with an intense gaze, finally back in the present before committing “But there is no one I would rather give myself to.” With that they both surged forward, kissing one another intensely.  Byleth inhaled deeply of the white lily’s sweet scent which faintly pervaded wherever Rhea stood, so close to the flowers that always rested in Rhea’s hair the smell was intoxicating. With one hand she cupped the flawless skin of Rhea’s cheek and ran the other through her silky mint green hair. Rhea mirrored the way Byleth stroked her hair, but her other hand roamed lower, grasping one of Byleth’s large, perky breasts. This provoked a moan that only encouraged Rhea to kiss her more intensely. Soon Byleth pulled back from the embrace, breathless and flushed.  Rhea immediately began to help Byleth slip out of her Teacher’s uniform who soon stood naked. She looked with a hunger at Byleth’s smooth skin, marred slightly here and there by scars from battle, and at her large breasts. She drank in the swell of Byleth’s ample hips and the way her petite tool throbbed with need. Unable to resist any longer Rhea surged forward using a hand to cup one breast as she took the nipple into her mouth while using her other to knead one of the rounded cheeks of Byleth’s rear. Byleth gasped and squirmed under Rhea’s ministrations but eventually regained enough composure to ask “Are you going to join me?” Remembering herself Rhea looked down at her sacred vestments, connected by a thin strand of pre to Byleth, and smiled ruefully before replying “But of course, dear one.” With a wave of her hand and a shimmer of green light she stood naked which took Byleth by surprise. Rhea’s exposed form was more beautiful than Byleth had dared to dream. Her vibrant peach skin, flushed with arousal, was utterly immaculate. The full, perky breasts which protruded from her chest were rounded enticingly.  But these attractive features paled in comparison to the narrow waist which flared to perfectly wide hips. Hips which framed a huge but still perky, rounded ass and an absolutely massive, pulsating cock. Byleth could scarcely fathom the size of the thing, even as she dropped to her knees to lap a bead of pre giving her a first taste. The flavor was faintly sweet and floral, as perfect as everything about the woman before her. Rhea sighed contentedly as Byleth experimentally licked part of huge shaft before taking the fat head into her mouth to suckle at. With very little of the huge heavenly rod in her mouth Byleth felt it press against the back of her throat, there was little chance she could ever hope to properly service something this size as she was. Even allowing a mere third of it into her mouth she could feel the strain on her jaw.  She gave it one last suck as deep as she could, savoring the taste, before letting it slip from her mouth and switching to the use of her hands to try to satisfy the beast before her. Rhea gasped at the vigorous stroking but she could see the hints of Byleth’s frustration at not being able to have her as she wanted. Rhea took Byleth’s hands in her own, provoking a confused expression from the younger woman, and offered her a chance at what she desired “Do you trust me, dear one?” Byleth smiled and, once again gazing deeply into Rhea’s mint green eyes, gave her affirmation “More than anything.” Rhea’s beatific smile returned and her eyes glowed green as energy flowed from her into Byleth’s willing body. At first Byleth merely let out a pleased groan as a pleasant warmth suffused her hands, soon flowing into her torso. But as the sublime heat overtook her core that groan escalated to a blissful cry that soon faded from knowing as Byleth’s perception of the world dimmed. She was a mote of satisfaction swept away in a sea of warmth and joy. She drifted through mounting waves of exultation before reaching a rapturous peak that left her giddy even as she returned to reality. As she slowly recovered from her insensate state she realized Rhea had kneeled down and was once again embracing her, now singing “In times flow...see the glow, of flames ever burning bright… on the swift...rivers drift, broken memories alight…”  Hearing Rhea sing Byleth pondered the pleasant feeling of nostalgia the song elicited. It mingled with the joy of her sublime transformation and, filled with appreciation for the woman holding her, she brought her arms which had been dangling at her sides to grasp Rhea as tight as she could. Rhea tightened her embrace in response, letting out a pleased sigh as they sat on the floor, holding one another. After a time Rhea pulled back from the embrace, again peering into Byleth’s eyes as she bore a countenance of happiness tinged with curiosity. She queried the smaller, younger woman “How do you feel? Now that you bear my crest you should find yourself more capable in all endeavors.” Byleth beamed back at her, speaking with rare excitement “I feel amazing, let me show you.” Byleth scooted back and, understanding her intention, Rhea gracefully rose to her feet.  Confronted again with Rhea’s massive rod, Byleth now felt only anticipation. Drawing a deep breath she began taking the huge tool, first into her mouth, but quickly down her throat. Rhea let out a pleased groan as Byleth took her deeper and deeper. As her throat bulged from the intrusion she reached around Rhea’s motherly hips and grasped her plump cheeks, fingers sinking into her considerable backside, urging her to begin.  Not able to restrain herself any longer Rhea drew back, and then gasped as she pistoned forward. Rhea’s fingers were tangled in Byleth’s silken blue hair as she held steady the smaller woman's head. Byleth encouraged Rhea by pulling and kneading the fat, round spheres of Rhea’s ass as they jiggled in response to her powerful rutting. Byleth delighted in Rhea’s divine form even as she felt Rhea’s giant balls crash again and again into her quickly reddening chin. Rhea’s pleased gasps escalated into cries as her voluptuous hips blurred with speed as she claimed Byleth’s throat. Finally Rhea wailed blissfully as she hilted herself and began to unload deep in Byleth’s throat. At first Byleth continued to grope Rhea’s assets to heighten her release, overjoyed to finally be able to bring so much satisfaction to the object of her affection. Though it was in too deep for her to taste, the potent seed’s sweet scent, reminiscent of Rhea’s white lilies, intoxicated Byleth. As rope after rope filled Byleth she soon realized the impossible volume of this release, she already felt as though she had eaten a full meal, that she needed to breathe. All the while Rhea’s eyes were shut as her moans, gasps, and cries continued in time with her inexorable peaking.  Leaving red marks as she finally released Rhea’s behind from her grip she pushed on Rhea’s thighs freeing herself and gasping for air as Rhea’s release continued. Byleth gasped for air and closed her eyes as Rhea began painting her face white as spurt after spurt rained down. By the time Rhea’s massive release ended Byleth found her face, hair, and ample bust covered in Rhea’s seed. Byleth wiped her eyes to free her vision, and get a taste, immediately confronted with the slick but still throbbing divine rod.  Looking up she saw Rhea bearing a look of satisfaction tinged with embarrassment, she apologized to Byleth “It had been so very long, I have a way of giving thanks if you are not spent.” Byleth smiled as she replied “Of course! That was incredible, what’s next?” Rhea simply smiled and grasped Byleth’s hands, helping her to her feet. Byleth then gasped, surprised as the larger woman effortlessly grasped her ass and lifted her over her cock so that she could wrap her legs around Rhea’s waist. Byleth savored the feel of Rhea’s huge length sawing between the perky, rounded cheeks of her ass. The way it pressed at her entrance built an unbearable anticipation. She shared a kiss with Rhea before pulling back to look down at her angrily swollen, comparatively tiny length, begging Rhea “I need it, please.” Rhea simply smiled reassuringly before swiftly lifting Byleth before gradually lowering her on to her thick cock. Byleth mewled as she finally found herself being completely taken. Painlessly taking a monster like the one Rhea was impaling her with should have been impossible, the way Byleth’s toned stomach stretched slightly to accommodate it attested to that. Yet as Rhea slowly slid further in, inexorably stretching her, Byleth found only a deep sense of satisfaction and building pleasure. When Rhea finally bottomed out she took a moment to admire the way Byleth writhed and clenched around her length. The way her diminutive tool had already begun to leak, painting a line of her submission down Rhea’s smooth stomach.  Seeing this display Rhea knew Byleth was ready. She tightened her grip, sinking her fingers into Byleth’s perky ass, as she lifted Byleth and drew her own hips back. She then slammed upward with the full might of her massive rear, using her hands to slam Byleth down in tandem. Byleth could only lean forward and wrap her arms around Rhea’s back, holding on as she cried out, overcome. Rhea relentlessly plowed upward, her fat cock claiming Byleth over and over. The giant, perfectly rounded globes of Rhea’s rear shook and clenched as she slammed into Byleth relentlessly. Byleth gasped and moaned as her own dick uselessly flailed, drooling out proof of her pleasure. Rhea watched with satisfaction as Byleth found her first peak, wailing as she clenched down on the huge invader. She emptied her modest load onto Rhea’s lower stomach, it dripped down to the turgid pillar slamming into her, useful only as a lubrication to ease her own domination. Byleth’s surrender only goaded Rhea to piston even faster. Their voluptuous figures shook and glistened with sweat as they both gasped, groaned, and cried. Rhea’s wide hips again began to blur as she rutted into Byleth again and again. Rhea’s massive nuts swung up with each thrust to repeatedly crash into Byleth’s plump rear. Though they had both begun to sweat Byleth only registered the intoxicating fragrance of Rhea’s lilies. Byleth could barely use her limbs to cling to Rhea as she moaned and gasped as the huge dick reaming her incited yet more dribbling from her bouncing member. As Byleth’s wailing grew hysterical she found her second release. Again this drove Rhea’s inhuman swiftness and power pounding the giant pillar deep into Byleth impossibly fast. Overwhelmed with pleasure and outmatched in stamina Byleth came undone, her arms failed her, she began to fall backwards. She had only fallen a few inches before Rhea’s hands left Byleth’s reddened ass and shot upwards, deftly catching Byleth’s head and resting it gently on Rhea’s shoulder. Rhea gracefully carried Byleth, who strained even to use her legs to cling to Rhea’s waist, to the bed and laid her down even as Byleth remained impaled on her fat, throbbing cock. With Byleth laid supine Rhea perched over her in a mating press but only elected to kiss her tenderly.  Rhea pulled back and Byleth gazed up at her divine features illuminated by the sunlight filtering in through the window behind Rhea’s bed. With her headdress gone and hair out of place she still looked perfect, the exposure of her elven ears raised no questions for Byleth, she did not expect such a being to be an ordinary human. Rhea’s gazed down with affection, seeing the pure adoration in Byleth’s beautiful features. Even covered in sweat and dried cum she looked amazing to Rhea. Rhea again posed the question “If you are still not spent?” Byleth smile widened, answering through a roll of her hips, stirring the thick rod deep inside her.  Rhea gasped and savored the feeling for a moment before pulling back before crashing down into Byleth. As Rhea’s powerful thrusts provoked now hoarse moans Byleth arched her back presenting her perky, full breasts. Rhea cupped one and took a nipple into her mouth, even as she continued relentlessly plowing her fat dick deep into the woman below her. Byleth’s ragged cries grew louder as her toes curled, her legs dangled on either side of Rhea shaking in response to the endless pounding. With every flex of Rhea’s thick, powerful thighs and ass she drove her hardness down into Byleth who’s dick now leaked onto her own stomach. Both of their voluptuous forms, a mixture of soft and hard, jiggled in response to the force of Rhea’s reaming. Their voices were a cacophony of hoarse cries, escalating in volume as Rhea thrusted fast and hard. Overcome, Byleth came a final time, shooting thin ropes across her own tits and face and clenching at the giant rod still pounding her. This final proof of dominion and the way Byleth gripped her so tightly was enough for Rhea to finally find her second peak. Rhea drove in to her hilt, letting out an ecstatic sigh as she began to blast jet after thick jet as far into Byleth as she could. She leaned over Byleth and kissed her even as Byleth moaned at being filled so totally. Rhea pulled back as her climax finally began to subside and saw Byleth’s stupid smile and glassy eyes. Seeing they had both found satisfaction Rhea pulled out, provoking a final gasp and dribble of cum from Byleth, laying beside her as she almost immediately began to snore.  During a particularly loud snore the door to Rhea’s chambers was opened deftly by Seteth who seeing Rhea in bed began “Lady Rhea it is highly irregular for you to be sle-” Half way through his sentence he registered the impossible, that someone was in bed with Rhea. That it was a disheveled Byleth, sleeping happily covered in sweat and dried cum, went part of the way to explaining the situation. That the Rhea walking towards him was only slightly less disheveled surprised him far more. He couldn’t help but query her as she reached the door, a smug but curious smile on his face “She handled you that well?” Rhea looked over to the sleeping Byleth with fondness as she replied “She is no ordinary human, Seteth.” Now she looked more serious as she addressed Seteth “In fact, we have much to discuss in regards to her.”

Chapter 1 - Byleth/Edelgard + Petra B Support

Preface: I hope some people may find my effort adequate as this is my first attempt at writing elit and as such may be somewhat unrefined. To get an idea of the content of my story I focus on a lot of the kinks found in the pieces of http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Ravynsland/profile , omitting some of the fetishes she focuses such as DAP/TAP, but staying fundamentally similar in the character archetypes in play. Aside from the futa my stories will be relatively vanilla for this site, there is a degree of domination but it is incidental, produced as a product of the character's physical traits and disposition. BSM are absent and so is NC. Petra's motivation in this first chapter is to a small degree political but that would be reaching to find some way to classify it as dubcon. Regardless, I hope you find some value in my initial work, constructive criticism is appreciated. Edelgard looked worn down. Even with the return of her rock, Byleth, she still found herself struggling. The weight of orchestrating a war effort when her state had been exhausted from five years of conflict was a terrible burden. With Byleth returned she took advantage of the return of her closest confidant and after a long day of preparation and administration they had returned to her quarters for a candid private talk.  Edelgard vented in exasperation "Uhg... I'm so sick of it all. There is so much to be done, yet all I encounter are new problems and pitfalls. Uhg... Sometimes I wish I could spend just one day doing absolutely nothing and gorging myself on sweets!" Byleth knew that she would never allow herself to act so act so frivolously and decided to humor her "Let's do just that." Some of Edelgard's frustration seemed to melt away just thinking of finally having a chance to relax "Do you mean it? Just the thought makes me happy." But her loyalty to her ideals wouldn't allow her to act so fecklessly, out of humility she attributed this to Hubert "But... Hubert would never allow it." Byleth responded simply "That's too bad." Edelgard nodded in agreement responding "Indeed. It may not be possible now, but one day we will know the joys of idling. Mark my words." Byleth couldn't help but allow a small smirk hearing Edelgard's characteristic resolve being turned toward not the pursuit of a grand ambition but rather a simple day off. Edelgard, still dealing with that burden couldn't see any mirth in the situation "Is that a smirk I spy? is it so amusing to you, me daydreaming of free time?" Before Byleth could formulate an explanation there was a knock at the door to Edelgard's personal chambers. Edelgard's expression grew weary "Speak of the devil, that must be Hubert, for him to seek audience this late means something new must have gone wrong." She swiftly made her way to the door and swung it open prepared for the worst and was confounded to find herself face to face with a different loyal vassal, Petra. Recovering fairly quickly she ushered Petra into her room "Come in, what exactly brings you to my quarters so late, Petra?" Petra spoke quickly in her characteristic challenged fashion "I am sorry I found delaying in explanation to Hubert, he was skeptical of late meeting." Edelgard, still puzzled probed further "Well you must have some reason for coming here with such urgency?" Petra smiled with uncharacteristic anxiety and cheeks flushed spoke with an equally unusual tremor in her voice "I came here because you are both here. I have thought on what you have both have said to me, of figuring out what I want besides safety and strength for Brigid, and of killing three birds with one arrow. I am thinking if we three come together as one I will be having safety for my people and a real bond between our peoples." Edelgard, still confused tried to suss out the full meaning of Petra's words "Petra, we already fight as one, I value you as a friend and your actions both as my vassal and champion. In these capacities you are second to none but Hubert. I don't need anything more from you to guarantee my protection of your people." Petra finally seemed to banish most of her trepidation stating her feelings "I have great value in our bonds as comrades, but I have more feelings than that, you are both filling my heart full and I wish to have both as the mate of my soul."  Edelgard had thought she had been surprised earlier with Petra's unexpected visit, now she was so stunned that she sat there gaping for a few seconds before turning irate to Byleth "First you make light of my desire for some peace, and now you put Petra up to this? Do you think this absurdity will help me relax? You must find this amusing but I most certainly do not!" Byleth calmly responded "I knew Petra had some feelings, but had no inclination they were this strong, this is no joke Edelgard. I share Petra's feelings, if you will have us we can be together. You may even find some of the peace you need." Again Edelgard gaped before she finally took the proposition seriously, blushing and looking at the floor of her room she told the truth "I wouldn't know where to begin, I haven't exactly had much time in my life for much beyond fighting, plotting, and my studies..."  Byleth smiled, this time in anticipation, and walked up to Edelgard "Don't worry about that, I spent most of my life as a mercenary and there's a lot of time between jobs. You meet a lot of people, plenty not so hard to look at, but none of them could really compare to you, Petra, or my father." Byleth's expression darkened at the memory of Jeralt but she continued "So you accept us?" Finally showing the resolve which characterized nearly all of her interactions Edelgard nodded and, meeting Byleth's gaze, said "Both of you, I accept mind, body, and soul." and with that she pulled Byleth into a passionate kiss. However, she pulled away and returned to her embarrassed state "You have the experience, what now?" Byleth looked over to Petra with a mischievous look "Her Majesty carries so much, why don't we lighten her load?" Petra, smiling, merely nodded and moved behind Edelgard. As Byleth fell to her knees she helped Edelgard slip out of the clothes on her bottom half, Petra stripped her lady's top, soon Edelgard was the only one of the three naked rather than bearing casual attire. Her long silver hair still curled slightly, an artifact of the heavy crown she bore, a symbol of the weight that both Byleth and Petra hoped to free her from.  Byleth whistled appreciatively as Edelgard's hefty endowment came into view and stroked it reverently. Edelgard for her part blushed more fiercely than she ever had, protesting "This is a lot of attention, I'm used to being everyone's focus, but not like this. Are you sure you don't want to start focusing on each other first?" Byleth's smile widened further as she stated simply "Relax El, we'll take good care of you." Petra responded with a mix of joy and determination before she began to kiss and caress her way down Edelgard's back "You are a beautiful thing, and you have need of this." Edelgard, still uncertain looked back and forth stating "In this I cannot lead you, but there is no need to look after me fi-" She was caught off guard and couldn't stifle a moan as Byleth stopped caressing her and finally engulfed her whole rod. It reached deep into her throat and Byleth held her there for a time massaging her and allowing her to adjust to the alien sensations. Edelgard couldn't help but express her surprise "Just how experienced are you Byl-" Once again she was cut off as Petra had finally made her way down between Edelgard's wide hips and plunged her face between the large, toned spheres of her butt. Edelgard couldn't do anything but concentrate on remaining upright and keeping her cries to a reasonable volume as she was assaulted from both sides. Behind her Petra used not just her tongue but lovingly kneaded the plumpness of her lady's ass.  Byleth rested her hands on Edelgard's thighs occasionally using one of her hands to caress Edelgard's perky breasts as she took her into her mouth again and again her tempo increasing as she recalled skills not used in over a year. As Edelgard's cries neared a crescendo Byleth finally allowed Edelgard to slip from her mouth. Immediately beginning to caress the rod she asked "Are you close?" Before continuing her handiwork but additionally sucking on one of Edelgard's big balls.  Edelgard managed to stammer out a yes, Byleth flashed her a smile and once again took her Lady all the way into her throat. Petra too intensified her efforts, not just using her tongue but squeezing one of Edelgard's meaty cheeks before slapping the other. Edelgard could only let out the loudest moan she had every produced as she unleashed rope after rope of her essence directly into Byleth's stomach. Her release took so long that Byleth's eyes began to tear up by the time Edelgard finally stopped crying out and crumpled forwards, giving Byleth barely enough time to catch her. Petra and her gently laid the insensate emperor down upon her bed and stripped themselves as quickly as they could. When Edelgard roused from her stupor she was confronted with a sight she had dared not dream of, Byleth and Petra completely naked, locked in a tight embrace as their assets pressed against one another. They wantonly groped one another as, eyes closed, they kissed one another with need. Byleth was ever so slightly taller, and with their chests pressed together it was obvious that she dwarfed Petra's ample bust, but everything else about Petra's physique put herself and Byleth to shame.  Even her mane of silky purple hair was far more voluminous than her Byleth's bright Cyan locks. Her narrow waist flared out to wide hips and powerful thighs, a rounded rear that exceeded even Edelgard's impressive bottom, and a member that so exceeded Byleth she could scarcely get a proper look at Byleth's cute thing as it pressed against it. Edelgard's own significant endowment was clearly larger than Byleth's, but that was little consolation looking at the sheer size of Petra's cock, a monster bigger than Edelgard ever imagined could exist. Edelgard found the sight setting her passion aflame once again but couldn't help but begin to wonder what she could offer Byleth when confronted with such voluptuous figure as an alternative. Hearing her liege stirring Byleth looked over and saw the vacillation and lust plaguing Edelgard. Realizing she wasn't done guiding Edelgard Byleth sprung onto the bed and pulled her into a kiss. Having quickly assuaged her sovereign's worry Byleth looked into Edelgard's eyes and flashed that same smirk teasing her "Thought we forgot about you?" Pulling back she rolled away from Edelgard so she could place her hands on the headboard and present herself on all fours. Byleth looked over her shoulder and, pulling one of her cheeks aside to present a target, said seductively "How could I when I put all that work into getting you ready earlier?" Scrambling over to Byleth Edelgard clapped both of her hands down upon her teacher's rounded bottom and grasped as she rammed her thick cock deep into Byleth's hungry ass. Edelgard, having been provoked by Byleth's display, gave it her all. She drove forward again and again as Byleth braced herself against the headboard and bucked her hips to match Edelgard's rhythm. All the while Byleth's little pecker flopped around uselessly drooling into the blankets beneath them, being jolted in time with the relentless pistoning of the Empress. No longer was it Edelgard's voice alone as both their voices generated a chorus of moans as Byleth leaked proof of her pleasure below. Both of their thick rears jiggled with every impact of their hips and, wanting more, Edelgard reached forward and grasped with both hands Byleth's ample bust. she cradled Byleth against her and Byleth twisted to allow them a kiss even as Edelgard continued her relentless pounding. As their momentary embrace ended and Byleth's hands resumed their position on the headboard Edelgard heard Petra crawling along the bed coming up behind her. Immediately Edelgard felt a shock of guilt at having allowed her insecurity to drive her to neglect Petra in this way. She reluctantly paused her rutting and looked over her shoulder, once again confronted with Petra's robust assets she murmured "Petra I am so sorry, I've allowed this whole thing to center around me, it's really not fair an-" Petra shook her head and interjected as she closed the distance "This is not a time for apology, but I have made you ready earlier too." And with that she began to saw her huge cock between the meaty cheeks of Edelgard's rear.  Edelgard was suddenly alarmed and stammered "I really haven't had much of anything back there, you were great earlier but I don't think you can go as fast as I did." Petra just smiled, confident and reassuring, saying "We will go slow, is no problem" After neglecting her earlier Edelgard couldn't argue and braced herself feeling the monster press at her backdoor. Petra pushed in slowly enough that Edelgard's found much more pleasure than pain in being claimed. Again she found herself on both ends being smothered in ecstasy; again to a greater degree than she had ever felt before. When Petra finally bottomed out Edelgard found the overwhelming sensation of fullness and satisfaction meant she could only let loose shuddering breaths and nod as Petra asked "Is it okay for me to be starting now?" With Edelgard giving her assent Petra and Byleth sprung into action. Byleth let out a long groan as she gyrated her hips, stirring around Edelgard's turgid length within her and eliciting yet more hands free drooling from Byleth's own neglected tool.  While that sensation was incredible for Edelgard nothing could compare to the massive endowment currently filling her in ways she never imagined. Petra's thick bronze thighs sent Edelgard's round porcelain ass jiggling with every impact as Petra's fat cock was withdrawn and swiftly plunged deep over and over. She withdrew nearly to the tip before rutting ballsdeep with such force that Petra's huge sack smothered Edelgard's comparatively modest set every time she claimed her lady's rear. Each time she was filled so thoroughly Edelgard couldn't help but let loose a desperate gasp or cry and spurt a rope of her submission deep into Byleth's waiting hole. All the while Byleth continued to stir the rod which now was driven in and out only in response to Petra's utter domination of their liege. As the ecstasy Edelgard found herself plunged into escalated she could only gasp and wail; just as before she found herself struggling to remain upright. Petra grunted in equal parts exertion and pleasure as she plundered what for so long she had desired, using her hands to grope Edelgard's jiggling breasts or rounded cheeks. As this rutting grew in speed and intensity Byleth rolling her hips grew fevered and her cries grew louder.  Byleth came first, letting out a long moan and pushing back to hilt Edelgard as deep inside as she could, she clamped down on Edelgard as she stained the already damp bed below her white. In response Edelgard's cries became truly hysterical as she too clamped down on her superior plundering her depths and spurted again and again into Byleth. Last and longest, feeling her Lady squeezing her so desperately, Petra plunged in balls deep as her fat cock somehow grew even larger and blew rope after massive rope deep inside Edelgard's now roomy backdoor. Edelgard's wailing grew truly hysterical as she registered being marked.  She experienced so blissful a sensation that she wished it would never end as it prolonged her own release into Byleth. When she finally came down Edelgard fell back into Petra's waiting arms, still impaled on the larger woman's huge girth, Petra laid both herself and Edelgard down holding her from behind and stroking her hair. Petra gave Edelgard a final kiss to the back of her head and Edelgard released one final groan as Petra withdrew her huge girth leaving her Lady gaping slightly. Finally having found relief she, leaking Petra's seed, murmured hoarsely "Thank you..." as she plunged into a sleep deeper than any in her past five years. Turning to Byleth now Petra found the other woman still eager and hard just as she was. Byleth pulled Petra into a short but passionate kiss before falling onto her back. Byleth lifted her knees close to her chin and, presenting her already creampied ass, shot Petra her most enticing look as she crooned "I'm ready, just give it to me." In the blink of an eye Petra was on top of Byleth sawing her huge package back and forth across Byleth's much smaller endowment. Meanwhile she used her hands to squeeze Byleth's fat, perky breasts as she pulled her into another kiss. It wasn't long though before Byleth pulled back from the kiss and whined "I need it, please."  Petra was more than happy to oblige her and in a moment drew back, placed her hands on Byleth's thighs, and slammed forward. Byleth gasped and cried out as she too was filled to a degree that, even in her more experienced past, she had never come close to. Petra's powerful thrusts came hard and fast driving more and more of Byleth's own seed to splatter onto her stomach as her own tool bounced uselessly in time with Petra's rhythm. Byleth could concentrate on nothing other than bucking her hips to meet Petra's thrusts as she clutched the bed sheets, toes curling, overcome with pleasure. Petra's own ample breasts and round, toned ass shook with every long thrust into Byleth's well used rear. Petra's huge sack and hips jiggled as they impacted Byleth's ass every time she pistoned forward, drawing forth ever sweeter cries from the smaller woman. Seeking greater intimacy Petra took her hands off Byleth's thighs and leaned over her caressing her big breasts as she kissed her. Petra's thrusts continued shorter, quicker, and deeper as Byleth moaned into her mouth.  Byleth swirled her hips as she felt the massive tool stimulating places her deepest places. Byleth caressed Petra's tits and back as Petra's powerful thrusts caused a steady stream of cum to leak from Byleth's cute, unattended pecker creating a pool near her navel. Byleth's tits and ass jiggled with every impact as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a shuddering moan as her uselessly bouncing penis shot rope after rope of cum, the first one covering part of her face and even reaching her hair. Watching this Petra pulled back and placed her hands on Byleth's thighs once again pushing Byleth's legs back so that her knees rested almost touching her chin. Byleth's display of utter submission only drove Petra forward even faster. Her bronze skin glistened with sweat, as did Byleth's pale complexion, as Petra resumed her long powerful thrusts at a frenzied pace. Soon their moaning grew ragged and Petra, with a shout of exultation and dominance, hilted herself ballsdeep inside Byleth. For her part Byleth let out a sweet, hoarse cry at the feeling of Petra's monster growing even larger and filling her even fuller. This triggered her third and final release painting her own tits white as she gasped in pleasure and exhaustion. Petra collapsed next to Byleth and scooted the both of them closer to Edelgard, the three of them falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 2 - Annette/Hilda B Support

Preface: This support in particular basically writes itself into smut. "Ooh, you're keeping your room really tidy these days, Hilda!" Said Annette as she gawked at the comparatively pristine domicile she found herself in. Hilda responded cheerfully "I'm pretty good at cleaning, I found out. I guess I was being lazy before." Her smile turned into a smirk as she teased "I figured that if I left it to somebody else, I might lose another vase." At that guilt washed over Annette replacing her surprise with regret "Heh, I'm sorry again about that. And about all the other things I knocked over too..." Hilda continued teasing the poor redhead "Yeah. The shelves and the chairs and my clothes and my makeup..." As her guilt became more and more overwhelming Annette couldn't help try to find some forgiveness "Ah! I'm sorry! I said I'm sorry! I put everything back, didn't I?!" Hilda couldn’t help but giggle at the depths of Annette’s regret over such minor offences, reassuring the girl “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You know, Annette, you should try to be a little more selfish.” Bewildered by how fast Hilda had moved past something she feared might remain a wedge between them she replied “Huh? That was a quick change of subject!” Hilda resolved to explain her thoughts on Annette’s overly altruistic tendencies “You said how hard you’ve been working not to disappoint your family. You cleaned my room, or tried to, because I was feeling overwhelmed. You’re always taking on other people’s burdens.” Confronted with an outline of her overly giving nature she couldn’t help but consider before replying “Hmm… You might be right. It could be nice to do something for myself sometime. But if I hadn’t tried hard for other people’s sakes, maybe I wouldn’t have tried at all. I might not have made it this far. So really, I don’t regret a thing. Who I am now is the sum of everything I’ve done.” Hilda was surprised by Annette’s relentless commitment to others lightly chiding her “You’re so soft-hearted, Annette.” Annette blushed, taking it as a compliment, “You really think so?” Hilda’s smirk returned now, mischievous, and resolved on a way she could make Annette feel guilt free while easing her own burden “I didn’t mean it as a compliment. But anyway, I just thought of something you can do for me. You can take a nap with me.” Annette once again gaped before replying “A nap? But I’m not done with my chores…” Hilda countered with her own reasons “Yeah. I could use a little shut-eye, and it feels nice to snuggle up with someone.” Her simper grew as she repeated her proposition “So, why don’t we lie down for a bit?” Annette still had reservations “Are you sure it’s OK to nap right now? I still have stuff to do for the professor…” Hilda reassured her, “Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine. Later, I’ll help you with your stuff, and it’ll be done in no time.” Annette finally caved “Oh, fine. Just for a bit. The sunlight coming through the window is awfully nice…” Hilda agreed “Isn’t it? Nothing better than a nice lazy nap in the middle of the day.” Annette, tired from the way she was always pushing herself began to drift off to sleep “Mmhmm. It really is… relaxing…” Hilda quietly remarked “Already dozing! She must have needed this nap really bad. I’m feeling a little drowsy myself. Sleep well, Annette…”  Annette gradually was awoken by a familiar feeling of pressure at the plug in her backdoor. Initially thinking it was Mercie she grinded back drawing a pleased murmur that was lower than usual. That along with the sweet scent of Hilda’s floral perfume made it all come back to Annette, she had been napping for the first time with someone different, and reinvigorated by the short nap it all seemed so selfish. She had come to Hilda hoping to make things right but had ended up getting what she needed instead. Resolving to do the right thing she slid from between Hilda’s arms, pulled down her Hilda’s panties and took in the sight of the fat, throbbing cock. Taking a deep breath she immediately noticed the scent mingled with Hilda’s perfume to create a synthesis as intoxicating as Mercie’s. Though she was used to dealing with Mercie’s sizable endowment, that exceeded Annette’s own in every dimension, Hilda’s was much thicker and a little longer than Mercie’s monster.  Gulping at the thought of something that big stretching her throat she had a moment’s hesitation before reminding herself just how much experience she had letting Mercie orally plunder her. Annette rolled Hilda onto her back, prompting only louder snores, before she surged forward and took the thick rod all the way, deep into her throat. Hilda’s eyes finally shot open and she looked startled and then smugly satisfied to see Annette somehow engulfing the entirety of her girthy tool. She immediately began to question her between gasps “Annette? Ah- are you doing this because you’re still guilty? I just needed a nap…” With a slurp Annette let the fat cock slip from her mouth as she switched to eagerly stroking it with both hands replying “A nap together was great but wasn’t enough, I want this and it seemed to me you did too. I can stop if you really just wanted a nap.” Hilda’s expression resolved on a simper as she replied “If this is really what you wa-ah want, then who am I to stop you?” Annette beamed at Hilda’s assent before she began to fuck her own face bracing her hands on Hilda’s thick, toned thighs as she took the larger woman into her throat again and again. Sucking continuously as a steady stream of pre leaked from the fat cock in her mouth and down her throat. As Hilda’s gasps turned to moans Annette took her to the base and tongued Hilda’s big nuts drawing a pleased groan from the bigger woman. Hilda’s expression mixed with concern once again as she couldn’t help but ask “Ah who taught you all this anyways?” Again Annette switched to her hands, vigorously working the Hilda’s substantial tool as she replied cheerily “Oh it was all Mercie! She’s great, just like you, even if she’s a little smaller than you she’s a whole lot bigger than me! She’s been saying for a while that she hoped I would find time to play around like she did before I became her girl. But I can’t help but stay busy. She’ll be so happy!” Hilda laid back speechless as Annette took her back balls deep in her throat, gathering her thoughts, she replied “Oh that’s great, we should all spend more time like this. I’m close by ah the way.” At the mention of her prize being close Annette somehow began to fuck her own throat even faster, sending her mane of shining orange hair flailing back and forth. Hilda finally began to act, fondling her big perky breasts as she bucked her hips in time with Annette’s relentless sucking. Hilda let out a loud moan as she thrust in to the base and unloaded deep in Annette’s throat directly into the smaller woman’s stomach. Spurt after spurt was deposited causing Annette to tear up before Hilda finally sighed as she was finished. With a slurp Annette fell back onto her butt panting, and seeing that Hilda only seemed harder, she immediately turned around. Annette presented her heart shaped bottom half with its rounded ass, that was framed by wide hips that flared out from her narrow waist, to Hilda. Giving Hilda a good view Annette withdrew her blue gem-studded plug with a soft gasp. Hilda questioned, once again surprised “Is that from Mercie too, the gem is the same color as her eyes right? No wonder you’re so clumsy!” Annette smiled, slightly embarrassed. She looked over her shoulder, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment, nodding as she replied “Oh yeah, when we graduated from the School of Sorcery it was her gift, she said we’d stay together and that I should always be ready for her. Around people like you it can get a little distracting.” Hilda beamed, replying “Aww, it’s so cute I could make you one too, even thicker so you’d always be ready for either of us!” Annette grinned before replying with determination “That sounds great, let me thank you!”  And with that she began to lower herself onto Hilda’s towering pillar biting her lip before she let out a long moan at being stretched so sublimely. Her small, pink, unattended pecker began to leak, a strand connecting her to the sheets by the time she bottomed out. Her smaller balls rested on top of Hilda’s huge nuts. For a few moments she simply clenched and relaxed adjusting to a feeling of satisfaction and fullness that she hadn’t felt this strongly ever before, even being taken by Mercie. Hilda, smirking at the cute gasps her endowment elicited, resumed fondling one of her own ample breasts. She then brought her other hand down, slapping one of Annette’s rounded cheeks, sending it jiggling as she encouraged her “You’re doing great, you said I’m bigger and you’re already balls deep!” Annette could only whimper and nod as she began her rise up the massive tool, building a hunger that drove her to drop down with little delay. Every time she bottomed out it sent her shapely ass and petite, perky breasts shaking as it drove spurt after spurt from her bouncing prick. Hilda just reclined content to rain down the occasional slap, adding to Annette’s jiggling, or groping her own assets to add to her pleasure. Annette’s moans and panting grew louder and more frequent as the bed beneath her grew damper with her submission. Annette’s surging up and down Hilda grew faster and faster as her body glistened with sweat.  Registering that her legs were close to giving out she dropped down and began to gyrate her hips. Letting out a steady groan Annette revelled in the sensation of the turgid rod stirring around inside her, stretching her as it bombarded her with sensations beyond any she had felt. As Hilda appreciated Annette’s voluptuous writhing form she reluctantly realized she deserved more. Hilda began to buck her hips rapidly sending both of their curvy frames jiggling. Now working in tandem Annette’s cries grew breathless as she clamped down and her swollen pecker fired spurt after spurt of her essence onto the bed in front of them. She collapsed backwards onto Hilda’s more robust frame, still impaled on Hilda’s fat cock. After breathing heavily for some time Annette managed between gasps to begin her apology “Sorry Hilda - I wanted to make it up to you but I couldn’t finish-” Hilda interrupted “Listen Annie you have nothing left to make up to me, you need to be more selfish. Just relax.” With that Hilda rolled Annette onto her stomach, keeping Annette impaled all the while, before she began to drive in and out of her once again. Hilda’s wider hips and rounded rear shook as she plundered Annette’s prone form. Annette could only try to muffle her cries as the huge tool reamed her again and again. Her own ignored member, trapped between the bed and her soft stomach, responded to each powerful thrust by leaking, quickly creating a wet patch underneath her. As she dampened the blankets Hilda used her hands to squeeze and spank Annette’s shapely ass as she pummeled it. Between the impacts of Hilda’s hips and her groping Annette’s rear gradually grew redder and redder. Finally able to relax Annette could do nothing other than use the pillow to try to muffle her now hysterical howls of pleasure. Hilda’s pounding caused Annette’s raised lower legs to bob back and forth as her toes curled. With each of these powerful thrusts Annette’s leaking grew before finally she blasted her own tits and chin with spurt after spurt of her own seed.  Giving Annette a moment to recover hilda hilted herself and adjusted their position so that she could lay beside her and spoon the smaller woman as she stroked Annette’s hair for a time. When Annette finished catching her breath she abruptly pulled away from Hilda’s embrace, whose massive rod produced a pop as it withdrew, leaving her gaping. She quickly got down on all fours and, looking over her shoulders, beamed at Hilda as she said “Thanks for letting me relax but let's finish this together!” Hilda returned the smile as she surged forward impaling the smaller woman on her monster eliciting another ecstatic gasp as she set both of their curvy frames jiggling with her powerful thrusts.  Both women began to buck their hips eagerly, soon settling into a fevered rhythm. The cacophony of gasps, cries, and groans was accompanied with the rapid clapping of their forms meeting. Every short thrust of Hilda’s thick endowment which plowed into Annette was met as her diminutive dick shook, uselessly drooled a stream of wasted cum into Hilda’s bed below. Annette’s round, shaking ass was already red as it was groped and slapped with one hand as Hilda used the other to grip Annette’s wide hips that she might drill her even faster. As Annette’s moans once again grew breathless she twisted around to share a brief kiss with Hilda even as Hilda’s big, powerful thighs and ass kept driving her rod deep into Annette. Once their brief moment of intimacy ended Annette fell forward struggling to hold herself upright as she tried to keep up with Hilda’s relentless pounding. Seeing that Annette was once again on the brink defeat Hilda grasped Annette’s perky tits and used them to hold her close as she continued thrusting. She kneaded and squeezed Annette’s petite, round breasts as both of them shared rapid deep thrusts. Their shaking forms gleamed with sweat as their cries grew breathless until finally Hilda slammed as deep as she could go and began to unload rope after thick rope deep into Annette. The massive load filling her so totally provoked an exultant wail as Annette unloaded again staining Hilda’s bed. Once again they both collapsed with Hilda cradling Annette in her arms. She absently stroked the smaller womens hair as they both caught their breath in the afterglow. Annette smiled stupidly as she happily murmured “That was amazing Hilda, you’re amazing.” Hilda looked totally satisfied for once as she replied “I know, but you are too Annie.” As Hilda softened enough to slip out Annette suddenly remembered herself, she gently disentangled herself from the soft, comforting embrace of the larger woman. Then sprung up and off the bed, still shaky and leaking but determined and energetic as ever. She looked, suddenly serious, and confronted Hilda “As nice as that was we have chores to do Hilda.” Hilda frowned at the thought of pleasureless exertion and replied “Are you sure you don’t want another nap Annie, Cyril would probably love to show how much he cares for Lady Rhea.” Annette frowned at Hilda’s lackadaisical reply and scolded her “No Hilda, you agreed.” She then smiled realizing how she could sweeten the deal for all of them “After we’re done we can check in with Mercie, I’m sure you two could really enjoy getting to know eachother better, I know I would!” At this Hilda reluctantly agreed “Oh I just can’t say no to you, Annie, let’s go!”

Chapter 6 - Stable Duty (Bernadetta, Marianne, Hilda)

Bernadetta quietly hummed one of the melodies she found comforting as she, worn out from spending all day in the stables, finished up brushing the hair of the horse in front of her. Once she had found the large beasts scary from a distance, avoiding them as she did so many things, but in the months since arriving at Garreg Mach the Professor had taught her a lot about the animals. She knew now they were usually gentle unless startled or in pain. Though it had been exhausting she preferred tending to the graceful creatures rather than attending class or drilling her troops, it was almost as nice as spending all day in her room. She appreciated their company more than most people if she was honest. They didn’t expect her to be something she wasn’t, to fulfill her duty or put herself out there because it would be “good” for her. Just one more horse and she’ll have tended to every horse in the student’s stables. She stopped humming, pulling back, now surveying the horse in front of her. She smiled as she saw the way its coat now shone in the early twilight coming down through the windows. Just one more horse and she could go have a well-deserved dinner. As she turned to leave, she suddenly heard a muffled wailing coming from the last stall. Pausing for a moment before she suddenly realized why Marianne hadn’t been able to care for her half of the horses as the Professor had assigned. Increasingly catastrophic scenarios bombarded her mind as she leaped through the open top Dutch door, rolling as she hit the ground, before turning and rushing to the adjacent stall. In the short time it took her to get to the source of the noise countless disasters flitted through her mind. The noise was likely because her horse had kicked Marianne. Or maybe it had fallen on her, crushing her legs, and she had been crying out for help this whole time. Bernadetta thought now of her impending punishment, she should have heard this earlier but was too busy humming to herself like an unmarriageable fool, now she saw Lady Rhea making an example of her before the Goddess. She grew more panicked, sweating as she fumbled with the door, before finally bursting through the door.  She had mentally prepared herself for the worst, for her indictment, but what she saw before herself was instead one of her fantasies come to life. Hilda, laying upon a bale of hay, was crying out not in agony, but ecstasy. Her eyes were closed as she moaned shamelessly, lost in Marianne’s rhythm. Marianne’s broad hips blurred as she plunged her fat cock down again and again into Hilda’s writhing form. Marianne’s pale skin was illuminated in the twilight, sweat glistening, as her big perky tits and rounded ass shook with every thrust. Hilda’s legs were held in place by Marianne’s grip and drawn back, with her knees by her chin, squeezing her still clothed tits together. Her hands clutched the dress between her and the bale of hay beneath her as her impressive, unattended dick bounced and leaked in response to the pounding, drooling along her upturned skirt. Her clothes already bore dried proof of previous climaxes, as did Marianne’s long dress that lay below Hilda. Hilda’s still booted lower legs bobbed back and forth in response to the ceaseless reaming. Finally, her wailing reached a fever pitch as Hilda’s member throbbed, blasting herself from her skirt to her pink hair. Marianne hilted herself deep in Hilda with an ecstatic roar of triumph that drew Bernadetta’s gaze to Marianne’s face. Bernadetta was startled to see Marianne peering right back into her eyes even as she filled the mewling Hilda beneath her. Marianne bore none of the weary uncertainty that normally characterized her expression. Instead she saw a manic glee and hunger that so shocked her Bernadetta began to backpedal, before falling back on to her rump. She sat there petrified by Marianne’s predatory gaze. But as their climaxes wound down concern crept into Marianne’s countenance. Remembering herself, she quickly withdrew her huge dick which fired one last rope across Hilda’s smaller package. Hilda gasped, she beginning to leak as Marianne walked quickly over to Bernadetta, offering her a hand.  Bernadetta looked between the dripping and half hard, but still huge, cock and outstretched hand hesitating before finally letting Marianne help her to her feet. As soon as she was on her feet Bernadetta immediately began backpedaling as she apologized “Sorry for barging in on you like that, I should really go, sorry!” At this Marianne frowned as she was overcome with shame and regret “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing, I let you clean the entire stables for no good reason, I’m so sorry.” Bernadetta continued backpedaling slowly as she, still mistrustful, tried to assuage Marianne’s guilt “Really, I like tending to the horses! Plus, you cleaned your horse super well, let’s just forget this ever happened?” Hilda had sat up and now walked over as she said, “This is my fault Bernie.” At that she smirked, teasing as she looked to the small tent Bernadetta had pitched in her skirt “But I know just how we can make it up to you!” Bernadetta hesitated, her lust failing to overcome her paranoia, before she looked back to Marianne who looked apologetic as she reassured her “I have always appreciated you, how much you care for the horses, how you don’t try to get me to talk. I know we would all end up feeling better if you joined us.”  Bernadetta considered for a moment, looking into Marianne’s eyes and seeing the care and hope there, before finally nodding. At this Hilda bounced, clapping her hands and giggling, before she circled behind Bernadetta. Bernadetta was concerned and glanced back before looking ahead, immediately being caught in a passionate kiss from Marianne. They wrapped their arms around one another as Bernadetta delighted in the way Marianne’s ample bust pressed down against her modest pair. She scarcely noticed as behind her Hilda dropped to her knees and, sticking her head underneath Bernie’s skirt, pulled down the shorts and panties obstructing her. Hilda grinned, enjoying the sight of the broad hips that framed the round, perky ass before her. She surged forward, grasping both plump cheeks as she buried her tongue as deep as she could. Bernie moaned into Marianne’s mouth as, eyes closed and skin flushed, her modest but painfully hard tool leaked into her skirt. Marianne pulled back, smiling at the sight of Bernie lost in pleasure, before undressing her as she squirmed and mewled in response to Hilda’s ministrations. Soon she was only wearing her knee-high boots as Marianne kissed her again, caressing her back as her smaller petite bust was engulfed. Bernie’s small cock and sack were completely smothered by Marianne’s huge nuts and fat cock which, once again hard, throbbed as the occasional buck pressed its inferior into Bernie’s navel. Hilda kneaded and rimmed Bernie’s curvy rear, enjoying it as she drove Bernie higher and higher. Serviced expertly at both ends Bernie’s moans grew louder and louder until she cried out as her dick fired up, coating its superior as well as her own tits and chin.  As Bernie panted for air she fell back before the rising Hilda caught her, gently laying Bernie’s head on her shoulder. They let the smaller girl recover as Marianne drew Hilda into a kiss. As the two women pressed their voluptuous forms into Bernie, she felt their large breasts and huge dicks pressing against her from either side. It wasn’t long before Bernie had recovered enough to say faintly, still somewhat in disbelief “Wow, you’re both incredible…” Hilda broke the kiss, smiling as she replied, “I know!” With that Hilda lifted Bernie into her arms, with only the slightest grunt of exertion, before carrying her over to the bale of hay. Hilda setting her down upon the edge, covered by the same cum stained dress that Marianne had taken her on.  Bernie gasped but allowed herself to be carried and, once laying down, stared up adoringly as she lifted her legs and presented her lubed behind. Hilda smirked down as she, putting Bernie’s legs over her shoulders, dragged her fat cock across Bernie’s diminutive endowment. Marianne had approached from the side, falling to her knees as she began kissing and groping Bernie’s petite bust. Bernie’s gasps turned to loud moans as Hilda finally began to spread her so wide.  Hilda was almost halfway in, but it was slow going as Bernie gasped and tried to relax enough to fully take the thick shaft. When Hilda finally bottomed out, she shared shuddering breaths with Bernie as the smaller woman adjusted to the feeling of being so sublimely stretched. Sensing this pause Marianne looked over and knew what to do. She quickly rose and moved behind Hilda, grasping those familiar wide hips, ramming her huge dick deep into the still creampied ass. Hilda groaned, only managing the occasional short, deep thrust as Marianne’s powerful pistoning overwhelmed her. Marianne grunted with effort and savage joy as she plowed into Hilda so fast her hips blurred. Hilda’s thick thighs and round ass shook as every impact saw Marianne’s huge sack crashing into Hilda’s smaller pair. Subjected only to echoes of Marianne’s rutting Bernie still moaned as the turgid rod moved so deep inside her. Soon she cried out, clenching down on Hilda’s fat cock, as again her neglected penis fired thin ropes across her own tits and stomach. Between Bernie’s clenching ass and the huge pillar filling her Hilda collapsed forward, letting out a ragged wail as she blew a massive load, her seed filling Bernie.  Marianne enjoyed Hilda’s clenching as she held her high enough that she wouldn’t smother Bernie. When Hilda’s release finally waned and she caught her breath, she managed to say, “I could use a break.” With that Marianne lifted her back, before pulling out, helping her walk shakily past the now leaking Bernie to a haystack she promptly collapsed into. Before she could turn back Bernie was suddenly in front of her. She was surprised but allowed herself to be pushed down as the stupidly grinning Bernie mounted her. Bernie looked down at the larger woman beneath her, Marianne’s ample bust falling slightly to the sides pleasingly, groaning as she dragged slowly dragged her comparatively tiny endowment up Marianne’s throbbing pillar. Hilda’s seed dripped out of Bernie onto Marianne’s huge balls until Bernie finished her ascent before positioning herself. She moaned as she gradually spread herself, stretched by the thick shaft. Even lubricated by Hilda’s sizable load it was slow going as Bernie whimpered, struggling to keep the descent gradual. Almost bottomed out Bernie’s legs finally failed, she gave a strangled yelp as she was suddenly incomprehensibly full, her tool dribbling onto Marianne’s toned navel. Marianne sighed as she groped her own round breasts, enjoying Bernie’s erratic clenching. Eventually Bernie gathered herself enough to begin stirring the massive rod around, groaning and leaking as it scraped places she didn’t know she had. Marianne was on the brink of seizing Bernie and taking control when Bernie finally began to slowly ascend. Bernie made it halfway up the towering length before she slowly began to descend. Finally losing control Marianne grunted as she slammed upwards, drawing a cry from Bernie’s lips and a spurt from her untouched, bouncing dick. Bernie wailed as she was jostled up and down by the powerful thrusts. Her pert breasts and rear shook every time Marianne’s wide hips drove the fat cock deep inside her. Bernie peaked yet again as her cries grew ragged, weak spurts shooting from her diminutive endowment all over Marianne’s tits and stomach in time with Marianne’s ceaseless reaming. Completely overcome Bernie collapsed forward into Marianne’s arms. Marianne cradled Bernie as she rose, laying Bernie where she had been before deftly flipping the smaller girl onto her stomach. Marianne quickly mounted her, an arm on either side of Bernie’s head for support, before unceremoniously driving her massive shaft all the way into Bernie’s stretched ass. Bernie mewled weakly as her hands gripped the dress below her, toes curling, suddenly completely full as Marianne’s huge balls smothered her small package. Just as she had almost regained some composure Marianne suddenly withdrew, just her fat head spreading Bernie, before driving all the way into Bernie. With every long, powerful reaming Bernie’s neglected tool would exude more wasted seed into a small pool behind her or coat Marianne’s giant sack as it crashed into Bernie’s tiny thing. Marianne’s big, round ass and tits shook every time she plunged downwards, grunting and sweating as she claimed the whimpering girl beneath her. Finally, Marianne let out a final triumphant roar as she drove in, completely filling Bernie as her cock grew slightly, firing rope after thick rope. Bernie could only let out a shuddering breath as she fired one last small load into the massive balls engulfing her endowment. Completely spent Bernie sighed as Marianne withdrew, her abused hole beginning to leak, as she fell into a deep sleep. Marianne managed to stumble over and collapsed, falling asleep in the haystack by Hilda.

Chapter 0 - Merry Sexmas

“That's the last time I take a bet that doesn’t have to deal with cash at a Christmas Eve party with an elf.” He ran his fingers annoyed thru his black semi slicked back longer spiked hair being careful of his horns.    He had what was an almost empty red sack slung over his shoulder. Good ole Saint Nick as humans like to call the deific being has expanded his gift giving to adults as well. In an attempt to curb some of the evil that humans have begun doing in adulthood. The giving of those gifts to adults with no children was left to his elves or it seems anyone the elves have managed to pawn their work on.    “I hate Xmas and I hate this damn list. Who designed the stupid thing. Don’t tell ya all the places you need to go at one time so you can decide how the best order. This house which I hope is the fuckin final one is close to where they started me.” He pulled the sack off his shoulder and held it in front of him next to the magical parchment paper that was the list.    “And ya could at least tell me what this empty ass sack could possibly have for this person. Cause of course you can’t tell me the name or even what the present is until we are in the place and I’m pulling it out. Even then you don’t tell me the name I have to be nosy and look at the tag on the present.”    It was a really long night and he just wanted it to be over. The list making him invisible in both sight and sound to everyone. His Devil’s blood making him have to follow through with this whole deal. “Really I need to work on my betting problem.” He let out a sigh.    “Hey we are here and I have to just get in. Mind answering a question oh Magic parchment paper. Especially since ya know we’ve had this wonderful night together. Did that elf hustle me?”    The parchment paper’s writing wisped away the address and there glowing gold the word, “Yes.”    “Mother fucker.” He ran his fingers through his hair again in annoyance but still staring at the paper.    The paper wisped again “You wouldn’t have gotten hustled if you didn’t bet to begin with.”    “You shut up!” He roughly rolled up the parchment.    He walked around the small cottage like house. Each window had thick noise canceling black out curtains blocking the view inside. He listened at each window hoping to hear something of where the occupants inside were.    “These people really like their fucken privacy. Bet they have deadbolts on the doors and latches.” He opened the parchment “Hey parchment mind telling me how I’m supposed to get into this place?”    The parchment wisped and spoke to him again with gold writing “Front window. Hold me out. And say aloud. I am a worker of St. Nick and I need to lurk here for a bit. Let me into this domicile and I promise not to be homicidal. For I bring gifts of love from my red bagged trove.”    “REALLY! Are you fucken serious! Ya mean I could have had to not have to spend and wasting all night picking locks and pretty much breaking into homes when ya could have just let me in this way. Oh fuck me.”    “You never asked.” It said before he stopped paying attention to it.    “I really have to say all that stupid stuff…” He growled “Fine.”    He went and said the incantation doing as the magic parchment told. Then it flew up expanded on the window. In large letters it said “Walk thru.”    He placed his hand on the magic parchment that had expanded to the size of the window. Pushing on what still felt like paper he arched a brow. “Do I have to tear you or something? It seems like a solid paper surface.”    “Just walk thru you Naughty lister.” Its font changed to be more menacing.    “Ooo sassy. Who knew you had it in ya.” He said with a laugh as he walked through the paper seeming to tear as he did but a part of it stuck to his face.    He walked straight into a fake tree before stopping. He then pulled the parchment off with a hiss. “I think you gave me a paper cut!”    Parchment responded “A few.”    “Fucker” He roughly rolled up the parchment once more opened the bag and started to rustle around in empty space until he finally felt something and pulled it out “A ribbon?”    He gripped the gold ribbon tight rumpling it. “You gave me paper cuts for a ribbon gift?!” He growled beyond agitated as he opened up the parchment.    “Not quite” The gold letters seemed to take on a teasing styled writing “This one asked to have sex on Xmas day. Not with a sex toy but with a living humanoid.”    “Wait no no no no no! You can’t be serious. What sort of dog would ask for that from Santa for Xmas much less why would you give it.”    “Adults want adult things.”    “I ain't doing it! you ca-”    The ribbon animated and had started expanding and wrapped around his wrist. Before he fully registered what was happening it made its way up and finally wrapped around and in his mouth gagging him with a nice little bow. The rest of this magic gift ribbon expanding causing him to collapse to the floor removing his clothes and making him look all nice and gift wrapped in a kneeling position. The Gold Ribbon complimented well with his Devil red skin.    “Ca ya aeas el I gir or guy” He managed to say through the ribbon at the magic parchment that had been magically floating around along with the bag.    “I would if you weren’t a naughty lister. Remember to work on your gambling and that you agreed to this. I will be a good magic parchment and at least tell you. It's a magic ribbon they can do whatever they want with you whether you want to or not. But from what my magic says. You’ll want it. Probably even enjoy it. Merry Xmas Dogmareth”    When he started to curse too much the ribbon tightened in his mouth making him have to stop talking. Then the red sack and the parchment disappeared in a puff of shimmering mist leaving behind a fake mistletoe hanging on the tree right over his head. With now some gold clamps appearing on his darker shade of red nipples with a tag and envelope hanging from them.    (Well, it's not like this is the first time that losing a bet has made me sleep with someone I didn’t want to. Being bound is new tho. Kinda hot. Hope it’s at least a girl. I think this might be the first time I’ve slept with anyone on Xmas… In fact, now that I think about it since I left home, I don’t think I have spent Xmas with anyone. When the hell are they going to get up. This will probably be the worst Xmas ever. Stupid holiday.)    He started to wiggle and move to maybe wake up the occupant and noticed he was making a jingling sound. He looked behind him, his arms that were bound up in a corset fashion had bells hanging from it. He kept shaking and wiggling thinking if he made enough noise they’d wake up.    Then he heard it the sound of footsteps and a yawn, “I thought this year my curtains were good enough to keep the carolers bells out They were so well reviewed too…” She rubbed her eye and looked at her cheap phone she carried out with her, “It's too late for them to still be going.” Her voice tho confused had a natural calming element to it.    Then as if being trolled by the magic ribbon he was blind folded right when he would get to gaze upon the woman he would be pleasuring tonight. Despite worrying that the woman would not be his type he found himself excited. Most human women he met were total subs and the few who weren’t didn’t go for devils. Now that he wasn’t so angry he actually was annoyed that the stupid fucken parchment was right. He always did want to meet a dominant human woman who would top him at least for one day.    “Santa came!” her voice took on a more childish sound.    She squatted in front him pulling and lifting the envelope expecting it to just come loose. It ended up tugging fully at his nipples causing him to wince and hiss softly at the painful sensation. Catching on quickly that it wouldn’t come off she looked more closely and played it until freeing the envelope but leaving the gold clamps nipples. She was quiet while she read it and he heard an amused laugh.    She got up and turned on the lights. He could hear her footsteps go from the area rug to the wood floor and back. He even heard her bare feet step across the tile that was in the kitchen. The sounds of her movement made the place seem smaller than he originally gathered or maybe it was always small and he didn’t care enough to notice. He found his curiosity rising but the ribbon prevented him from doing more than just grumble to himself.    She had sat herself in front of him. “It’s funny. Now that your here I’m not sure what to do or where to start… hmm”    She ran the tips of her fingers down the left side of his face over the ribbons blinding and gagging him. They glided down his neck and side all the way to his hip bone. She ran her fingers across the pelvic line causing him to shiver.    “I wonder if your member is candy cane striped like your horns and tail?” She asked knowing he couldn’t answer.    “Orsh and a ai?” He managed to force out around the gag.    (Did this ribbon paint my fucken horns and tail up like candy canes. Better be temporary and better just be those.)    She ran her fingers over the ribbons that had his crotch wrapped up. They magically loosened and revealed to her what she wanted to see. She chuckled as it really was red and white candy caned stripped.    “It really is…” She started to tug and pull at the gag until it loosened and fell to his neck. “So what are you some sort of Xmas devil?”    He worked his jaw out “Fuck me.”    “Not yet.” She responded amused.    “Not what I fu-” the magic ribbons animated and gagged him again.    “It warned me that you had an attitude.”    She darted a single finger tip back and forth across his chest until pulling it down his nipple. The finger catching the clamp and pulling it down causing him to gasp and bite on the gag until finally her finger moved passed it and it bounced back up. His sense of touch and sound were heightened due to missing sight so it hurt more than it should have. After a small pause she did the same with the other one causing him to take a hissing intake of breath.    The ribbon was a powerful magic item and would create any item she would desire to use on Dogmareth. It also would follow her wishes in automatically adjusting the way he was bound to better suit her needs and desires. So when she desired to whip him it created a flogger for her to use.    “I wonder what color your welts will be.” Then without even a pause the flogger connected with his chest.    He flinched causing the bells to ring softly but nothing he couldn’t handle to start with. She paused between each hit and as it went on his skin began to welt with purple lines. His reactions became more pained his body shuddering with the residual pain after each connection. His sounds of pain muffled by the ribbon gag and his teeth clenching on it.    She grabbed his chin lifting his head so she could get a better look at his chest. “Purple. A pretty shade of purple”    Her soft hand ran gently across the different sensation somehow soothing his pain. He took deep shaky breaths as he recomposed himself. His cock throbbing as he tried to stealthy fight against the ribbon to hide it from her.    She grabbed the ribbon around his neck that acted as a collar and pulled him forward. His binding changing to make sure he stayed with his butt in the air. The flogger changed to a paddle and she gave him a nice paddling the bells jingling more with each impact and the new position.    “Nothing like the sound of Jingle bells on Xmas.” She joked when she finished making his ass a nice shade of purple.    (Fuck, really?) He thought to himself (What's worse is the damn joke was terrible but the way she said it was cute.)    He stayed in that position catching his breath each exhale accompanied with a shutter. She loosened the corset binding and his arms came down and his hands rested on the floor. He started to get himself up onto all fours his legs still bound. She then placed her soft bare foot against him and pushed him over and he instinctual rolled onto his back. She reached down grabbing his wrists and the ribbon bound them together. Then she placed them above his head and they adhered to the floor.    His large hard cock was completely exposed to her resting on his stomach. She placed her foot against it causing pre-cum to dribble from the tip. She gently rubbed his cock with the ball of her foot from the base up to just under the head of his shaft and back down.    (Fuck she is going to make me cum already… Why am I enjoying this so much. I figured I’d like it but not this fucking much… No I can’t hold back.)    Then just as he was about to cum she stopped denying him his release. He couldn’t help but growl around the gag and move his body and slam the floor throwing a small temper tantrum. He chewed on the ribbon until the ribbon forced his mouth open and changed into an open mouth gag. The ribbon continued wrapping around his horns and behind his head creating a harness for his head that she could control with the reigns she picked up.    “Do you think your shaft tastes like mint?” She asked curiously as she kneeled between his    “I don’t thuken kno” He got out finding it easier to talk with his mouth in this position due to the easier use of his tongue.    “Tsk tsk tsk, Guess you’ll have to try it and tell me.” She pulled the reigns down with one hand the ribbons helping by adjusting his leg bindings and arm binding so they wouldn’t get in the way.    “You cant e serious.”    He fought against the reigns and binds but it was futile the head of his cock entered into his mouth. He had never tried or wanted to suck his own cock unlike other men. Even now he wasn’t to thrilled by it being in his mouth but was more accepting given the circumstances.    (I am glad and mad it doesn’t taste like mint. Mint would taste better for what I know she is going to ask. But knowing my luck tonight it would be fucken permanent.)    “Now lick and suck your candy cane.” She smirked even though he couldn’t see it.    He lapped at the head of his shaft that rested in his mouth. He would move on to swirling it around the head. With how his gag was he couldn’t wrap his mouth really around it to suck. Then she started and pulled the reins more pushing the cock more into his mouth stopping just before it would hit his throat.    “I doubt that's how you like your cock sucked.” She commented.    He glared beneath his blindfold but as if she sensed it she pulled hard on the reigns. He gagged at the sudden penetration of the head of his own cock entering his throat. He started to choke when she didn’t let up forcing him to keep it there. After 10 seconds she let go his head fell back resting on the soft rug as caught his breath and swallowed the saliva in his mouth.    “You going to show me how you like your candy cane sucked now?”    “Es” He looked down between his legs where the voice came.    She pulled him and lead him back into position. Once he started up again swirling his own tongue around the head of his shaft. Paying attention to just under the ridge before adjusting himself and taking more of his shaft into his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times readying himself to take his large shaft into his throat.    (Here I didn’t think I would ever think this. I wish my cock were smaller if only so it would be easier to deep throat myself… Well here it goes. You can do this you fuck. Don’t want to disappoint this woman on Xmas)    He slowly took his shaft into his throat gagging on it less this time before pulling off. He repeated the process until his devil blood worked his gag reflex out to better complete the deal. He took as much of his shaft into his mouth as his body would allow him to bend to get. His head would bob faster only pulling off and stopping and licking to catch his breath and swallow his saliva.    “When your about to cum Say Merry Xmas… Well as best as you can with a gag and a mouth full of candy cane.” She ordered with an amused laugh.    He could just feel the smirk on her face. (Well she can tell me but I don’t have to do it.) He thought to himself as he kept going already feeling all the signs of him about to cum. Then right as he would cum with no sign of saying anything the ribbon wrapped around his cock preventing him from releasing his load and experiencing the entirety of his orgasm.    “Ucke really” He whined as it was the 2nd release he was denied his balls feeling heavy.    “You are such a brat.” She smirked again.    (Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. I don’t know whats more annoying. The denied orgasm or the pure fact that I really want to see the  look on her face.)    He let out a sigh and without being told he went back to sucking his own cock. His head movements were more frantic and his cock throbbing angrily in his mouth. He was so focused to notice her stand up and the reins now attached to the rest of his bondage.    He was struggling to get himself over that hump and its not cause his neck was tired or was sore from the position. He knew for damn sure it wasn’t that he didn’t know what pleasured him. Then before he would lose it her foot pushed on his balls and like pushing a button he could feel himself ready to burst.    “Ewa Xwath”    He prayed as it reached the last milliseconds that it was good enough to please her. He wouldn’t know what he would do if he was denied another release. Then as his orgasm hit the ribbon loosened his body spasmed his head threw back as much as the harness allowed feeling so thankful for the release. She moved her foot as he swallowed the cum when it squirt into his mouth and as he reached the end of his orgasm he bobbed his head slowly making sure to get every drop out.    “Ewa Xwath” He said again catching his breath looking towards her direction.    Cum rested in his mouth unable to swallow it all due to the gag and his cock still hard in his mouth. (Why is she so fucking quiet. I was good… right? I fucken hate this blindfold. I can’t gage shit with it.)    Then the bindings loosened slowly and his body relaxed enjoying the moments rest. Not long after he felt a pull on the collar and he sat up. Her hand gripped his chin next and arched his head back. Water flowed into his mouth which caused him to cough once before gulping it down feeling refreshed by the liquid.    “Very few drops wasted.” She wiped the drops from his chin.    As she stepped away he felt the gag finally loosen and let his mouth free. He worked out his jaw while one hand massaged it and the other scratched his nose.    “Neither my candy cane or its filling tastes like peppermint.” He informed causing her to laugh.    “Still thirsty?” She asked and as he could hear the twist top of the bottle opening.    “Yes.” He opened his mouth ready for more.    She tilted it slowly the liquid flowing into his mouth as she lowered it to rest the rim on his bottom lip. After she felt he had enough she stopped and closed it up.    She then jerked his collar, “stand up.” She ordered. Which he obeyed and followed as she lead him a few steps before letting go. She put a chair behind him. “Sit.” He felt behind him leaning slowly back wanting to feel what he would be sitting on and how far down it was.    Then she pushed him “Fuuuuu!” He fell back landing in a comfortable chair a bit lower than he expected. He paused for a moment then continued “ck.”    “Don’t waste time.” She placed his hand on his shoulder, forcing him to rest against the backrest.    Her hand slides down his chest and stomach to his crotch. It had gone down with the slow down and lack of stimulation. She took the flaccid member between her index and middle finger and stroked it a couple times. “Open your mouth.”    (I know where this is going) He opened his mouth and she put the fingers in. His tongue danced along with them and between them. Using this moment to show off his skill with his tongue his tail hovered around her debating pushing the boundaries. Right as he started to get more into it she pulled them away.    His shaft already started to harden while his mouth lubricated her fingers. Her fingers returning to it and feeling the progress before continuing to stroke it. When his cock began to ooze precum her thumb came in teasing the head as her fingers continued to stroke.    “Oh fuummph” He let out in pleasure her fingers playing with his fully hard shaft.    “Guess this is a good time to get started.” She stopped and got herself into position.    He stared down towards his shaft instinctively despite blindfolded. Her legs were on either side of him her hand gripping his shaft as she lowered herself down keeping it in position. His head fell back when the tip of his cock entered into those tight walls slicked with her wetness. After a small pause his shaft was slowly swallowed up a few drops of her juices dripping down onto his balls. She didn’t idle with the full length long quickly beginning her ride at a nice pace.    (I wonder if she played with herself or if she got so slick by just watching and playing with me. If all this wetness just turns out to be lube I’ll be little fucken disappointed.)    As if she read his mind when he let out a moan 3 of her fingers found their way in. He could taste it her sweet juices on his tongue. His hands rested and gripped at her soft plump ass. His tongue gliding against her fingers as he sucked them not wanting to waste a taste.    (This woman is so hot. No matter what she looks like she is hot.)    “Ca I ee you ease?” He asked around her fingers.    She kept riding his large rod her pace only increasing with time. Her moans of pleasure drowning out his care for being ignored. She then would lean forward resting more against and on him her soft breasts pressing into his chest. Just the tips of her fingers in his mouth with the adjustment. Her riding turned into grinding as she had worn herself out a little.    Not wanting her to lose her enjoyment he started to try and take a more active role. He trust up into her only a little to start giving her a chance to order him to stop or do something else. When she didn’t say anything he thrust up into her more making sure she would feel all his shaft as she continued grinding. His tail wrapping around her to brace her as she started to lean back again.    She removed her fingers and grabbed the back of his head bringing his face to her right breast. His mouth already open her nipple easily found its way in and he sucked its plumpness. Not wanting to lose his handfuls on her butt he made his tail do double duty. It wrapped around her left breast squeezing and teasing the nipple. His efforts rewarding him with more moans of pleasure and juices slicking up his cock even more for him to speed up his thrusting pace.    (please please cum before I fucken do. Or at least at the same time. I already feel like I’m going to burst. I have to hold it back longer. How close is she? Never thought i'd be jealous of a demon until this… Fuck this is going to be humiliating.)    He felt his cock start to engorge his moans nothing but panting breaths. He was too distracted by his focus to notice the blindfold start to loosen as he kept thrusting. Her hand had left from holding the back of his head both of them resting on his shoulders.    “Merry Xmas!” He said managed to moan out with his dry throat.    With that final thrust after those words the blindfold fell off and he saw her. She had orgasmed too her back arching the sheen of sweat glistening on her body. He pulled her back to him as she started to spasm with the throes of pleasure.    “Merry Xmas, Beautiful.” Dogmareth wished holding her close.

Chapter 7 - Catherine/Byleth + Rhea B Support

Catherine grunted as her sword crashed into the training dummy again and again, clad in her characteristic plate armor which rarely felt so heavy. Strands of her blond hair now clung to her sweaty face which glinted in the twilight. She had come down here hours ago and threw herself into mindless exertion alone, she had needed to free her mind after seeing Byleth and Rhea speaking together, both with affection in their eyes. She couldn’t escape, it seemed, as recently Byleth had arrived to instruct a student. She grunted too loudly with each blow. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to faze Byleth who continued talking to Ignatz. Byleth’s attentive look and hint of a reassuring smile as she talked that weakling through intermediate sword forms was sickening. The way her now green hair shone, so similar to how Lady Rhea’s perfect locks gleamed in the light, was another painful reminder of how close they had become. A reminder of how she had somehow done in a few months what Catherine had failed to for years. Even Byleth’s clothing were now a distortion of the Archbishop’s. The way it emphasized her ridiculous breasts and thick thighs lacked the dignity of the Archbishop’s vestments. Harder and harder Catherine slammed the wooden sword against the dummy but all she got was a nervous glance and series of winces from Ignatz. Byleth was only concerned with her students as she always was, except around Lady Rhea. Month after month her resentment for Byleth grown. Little more than a month had passed since the Captain’s death and Byleth was already back to being more at peace with herself than Catherine had ever been. It was unbearable and with Byleth so very close she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stand Byleth’s satisfaction, how oblivious she was to the suffering she caused. Catherine drew back and threw the training sword as hard as she could.   Byleth should not have been able to dodge it but of course she did, receiving only the shallowest of cuts along her cheek before the sword slammed into the wall behind her, splintering from the force. Ignatz, though untouched, was the one who reacted. He yelped before stumbling away from the sudden impact. He glanced to Catherine, terrified, and said “I, uh, Professor I have to go!” He didn’t even wait for Byleth’s nod before fleeing the scene. Byleth looked to Catherine with worry and confusion. Her expression held no malice, the purity of her concern was sickening. Catherine gave a nod as she tried to play it off “I was trying to catch you off-guard, but you managed to dodge it! Not too shabby, Professor!”   Byleth was still processing the assault, she touched her cheek and looked at the blood on her finger as she replied, “That wasn't funny.” Seeing the blood, Catherine failed to hide her sadistic grin, she replied glibly “Oh, come on. Look at the blade I threw. It's just a wooden training sword. At worst, you could have gotten a bruise, or perhaps a splinter. Let's agree it was funny and move on.” Byleth, tired of Catherine’s prevaricating looked her right in the eyes as she questioned her “No Catherine, something has been bothering you and we both know it. I should have said something before this happened… Is this about Rhea?” Catherine returned her stare, steely-eyed, before she gave her retort “It is. What will you do about it?” Byleth replied simply “I will take you to her and we will settle this.”   Catherine scoffed and shook her head, looking away as she folded her arms beneath her breasts. But after a moment of consideration she realized she cared for nothing she had to lose. Looking back to Byleth she nodded before they made their way to the quarters of the Archbishop. The various guards on patrol didn’t question Byleth and Catherine as they stormed through the halls of the monastery. Alois gave a worried glance but was placated with a meaningful look from Byleth.   Catherine for the first time burst through Lady Rhea’s door, she needed to have this over with. As the door slammed into the wall Rhea looked over from her desk at the disheveled, sweaty Catherine and was for once at a loss for words. Rhea saw Byleth following behind with a look of concern on her face, eventually Rhea asked, “What is amiss?” Catherine looked uncharacteristically anxious, adding to the strangeness of the situation. She looked to Byleth who nodded before Catherine finally began to speak “Lady Rhea I need to know. Why do you reserve your affection for her? What changed, from the moment she arrived you allowed her closer than anyone. What do… I lack.”   Realizing the nature of the situation Rhea’s countenance began to reflect an emotion that Catherine had never imagined she would see. A smile that, in addition to Rhea’s typical beatitude, held great relief. Rhea could see the old patterns, remembering how before humanity had betrayed them mankind was not kept at arm’s length. How those most worthy would come as supplicants and be given a just reward. Every day she saw more of the Goddess in Byleth, especially since she had received power from Her, bringing Catherine here was yet another gift from Her. Another affirmation of Her return. She knew now, more than ever, that they would find their salvation in the holy tomb soon. Rhea replied, still beaming, as she walked towards Catherine “Dear Catherine, you lacked nothing. It was I who lacked the heart to open myself to another. The heart to acknowledge your bravery, loyalty, and beauty. The heart to give you your just reward.” Arriving in front of Catherine Rhea drew her into an embrace as she kissed her tenderly.   Catherine’s arms hung limply at her sides, her eyes staring past Rhea’s face now so close to her own. She struggled to accept this. For almost a year she had seen Byleth and Rhea grow closer and closer. Stalking Byleth at first until it grew too frustrating when she discovered the nature of their… relationship. She had come to realize that Garreg Mach felt as much a prison as Faerghus had. That her condemnation of Christophe had served a woman that might have never really cared for her. She was so happy to be wrong. Rhea had proved again why she deserved worship, why Catherine didn’t deserve her.   Relief washed over her as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She returned Rhea’s embrace as she pulled away from the kiss, sobbing into Rhea’s shoulder. Four years since the Tragedy, four years since she had held or been held by someone she cared for. Catherine cried as Rhea held her, freeing Catherine’s hair from her ponytail as she began stroking the blond locks. As Catherine clung to Rhea, pressing her almost painfully tight against her armor, Rhea began to sing. “In times flow...see the glow, of flames ever burning bright… on the swift...rivers drift, broken memories alight…” As Rhea’s voice trailed off Byleth smiled at the scene, though the significance of the song was still not entirely clear to her she didn’t care. Rhea would tell her everything when the time was right.   Soon enough Catherine regained her composure, eventually raising her head and tentatively kissing Rhea. Rhea returned the kiss as green light overtook their clothes which vanished. Now nothing was between them. Catherine’s body was freed of not only her armor and clothing, but all the grime and sweat of training for hours. Finally free, she simply ran her fingers through the vibrant green locks of Rhea’s perfect hair and across her immaculate skin savoring the moment. She inhaled deeply of the white lily scent which always pervaded Rhea, adding to the euphoria of the moment. Rhea was not so restrained, caressing her way down the firm muscles of Catherine’s back. Soon reaching a hand down to grasp one of the rounded cheeks of Catherine’s toned rear. Catherine moaned into the kiss, immediately flushed as she clung to Rhea. Rhea’s perky breasts pressing down into her large pair had her shaft hardening quickly and soon Catherine felt her rod pressing insistently against Rhea’s own. She pulled back and to her chagrin saw that Rhea was clearly larger than even her own formidable endowment.   She didn’t have long to contemplate this as Rhea quickly spun around, bending over before placing her hands on her bed. In doing so she presented the perfectly wide hips and thighs that framed the rounded spheres of her weighty ass. Catherine’s breath caught, so close to what she had desired she hesitated. Sensing this vacillation Rhea cast a reassuring smile over her shoulder and nodded, swaying her broad hips slightly. Remembering herself Catherine’s large breasts jiggled as dropped to her knees, reaching out to caress the enormous cheeks before her reverently. Rhea sighed as Catherine became more comfortable soon kneading the powerful weighty globes which she had for so long been pined for. Finally, Catherine’s head darted forward as she drove her tongue into the perfect, round rear she still zealously kneaded and caressed. Rhea moaned at the sudden intrusion before she sighed as Catherine continued her worship.   Eventually though Rhea needed more, she reached back and grasped Catherine’s blonde hair lifting her. Catherine understood, rising, grasping the robust hips before her as she positioned herself. Rhea began to slowly impale herself on Catherine’s turgid rod as Catherine drove forward. They both moaned as Rhea’s fat ass stretched to accommodate the girthy cock which reached deeper and deeper inside her. Rhea moaned and clenched at huge dick filling her, her own fat cock beginning to drool onto the carpet below her. Catherine bottomed out and they both let out shuddering breaths. She then drew back before moaning as she began to deliver long, powerful thrusts which shook both of their ample breasts. Rhea rolled her wide hips, sighing as she added to the jiggling of the weighty cheeks of her huge rear, stirring the thick rod around inside her.   Catherine reached forward and grasping both of Rhea’s breasts as she delivered a series of deep, rapid thrusts. Rhea threw back her head and moaned as her thick rear shook with the impact of Catherine’s powerful thrusts. Her arms dangled at her sides as Catherine’s strong arms held her up, squeezing her jiggling breasts. Catherine grunted and sighed; her bronze skin gleaming with sweat as she continued slamming deep into Rhea. Eventually it was too much, Catherine wailed as she began to pound rope after thick rope deep into Rhea. Rhea concentrated on rolling her hips as she allowed Catherine’s thrusts to push more and more seed from her fat cock. She sighed as she clenched down on the fat cock filling her, unloading her own load across the bed in front of her.   Catherine panted as she barely held Rhea, the exhaustion from training and now this washing over her as she came down. Looking back Rhea saw this and kissed Catherine. From the kiss a sublime warmth spread through Catherine who allowed Rhea to take control. She barely registered Rhea repositioning her as she enjoyed the profound relaxation that soothed every muscle. Catherine laid on the bed supine as Rhea straddled her facing away. Rhea glanced over her shoulder smiling as she saw Catherine’s blond hair fanned out around her adoring grin and glassy eyes.   Reassured, Rhea sighed as she began to impale herself on the Catherine’s fat cock which had grown even harder. As she hilted herself she took a moment to savor the feeling of fullness before she began to ride Catherine. Rhea’s thick rear shook as she swung her hips up and down the rigid shaft. Her own fat cock leaking a steady stream as she moaned and sighed. Catherine whimpered as the enormous globes of Rhea’s ass crashed into her hips again and again, shaking as they devoured her girthy tool. Rhea moaned and groped her rounded breasts as she drove Catherine into her. Catherine began to match Rhea’s rhythm, releasing shuddering breaths as she drove up every time Rhea descended. Faster and faster they went until it was too much for Rhea who wailed as her dick fired thick ropes across the bed in front of her. Rhea held herself high enough so that Catherine could continue driving up into Rhea’s fat ass which jiggled in response to the relentless thrusts. Faster and faster Catherine surged until she cried out, filling Rhea a second time, thrusting even faster as she pushed her load deeper and deeper into Rhea.   Catherine lay there for a time, utterly insensate, until she was roused by shaking of the bed and Byleth’s piercing wails. Byleth’s small dick shot thin ropes of seed, one reaching up to the cleavage of her large breasts which shook from the power of Rhea’s thrusts. Rhea caressed Byleth’s legs which where over her shoulders as she stood at edge of the bed, her expression one of affection and desire as she gazed down upon the overcome girl. Rhea’s pointed ears, exposed for the first time, raised no questions for Catherine. They only added to her otherworldly beauty. Byleth’s rear shook as Rhea’s huge balls crashed into her reddened ass with ever powerful thrust. The display quickly had Catherine hardening again. Byleth noticed this as she heard Catherine stirring and gave her a seductive look as she pressed her round, jiggling breasts together.   Taking the hint Catherine scrambled across the bed and mounted Byleth’s toned midriff. She seized the huge tits that had taunted her for so long and, using Byleth’s own seed for lubricant, began to thrust between them. Byleth mewled and whimpered, clutching the bed beneath her as her toes curled and her rod leaked. Rhea thrusted even quicker as she admired Catherine’s powerful, round ass clenching and shaking. Completely taken and overcome Byleth reached her second peak, spewing most of her seed across her stomach as she wailed. Feeling Byleth gripping her fat cock again sent Rhea over the edge who hilted herself and sighed as she filled Byleth’s rear. Catherine drove against the big breasts faster and faster until she was close and then rammed herself down Byleth’s throat, unloading as she moaned.   Catherine eventually pulled out, gasping as she leaned over Byleth who panted into the fat cock that now pressed down against her face. Catherine heard Rhea mounting the bed and soon felt Rhea seize her breasts as Rhea’s huge dick sawed between her cheeks.  Rhea sighed as Catherine gasped, her ass slowly stretching to accommodate Rhea’s fat cock. Catherine’s unattended rod drooled across Byleth’s face as she whined. Fully hilted Rhea enjoyed Catherine’s erratic clenching before rolling her off Byleth. Catherine collapsed prone, gasping and moaning as Rhea immediately began reaming her from behind. Every time Rhea drove down into Catherine her huge balls smothered Catherine’s smaller package which leaked across the bed behind her. Catherine’s round ass jiggled with every impact of Rhea’s broad hips. Catherine squirmed and only occasionally bucked back, overwhelmed by Rhea’s size and power. She wailed down into the blankets, clutching the bed, firing her load across the bed behind her. Rhea drove in deep and sighed, unloading as she caressed Catherine’s back, enjoying the way Catherine’s clenching rear milked her.   She withdrew her fat cock from Catherine’s ass with a pop, provoking a yelp from Catherine whose rear began to leak. Catherine groaned as Rhea rolled her onto her back. Her face was touched by adoration, gazing hazily up to the archbishop who smiled in turn. Rhea spread Catherine’s legs before sighing as she plunged her huge dick deep into Catherine who whimpered at the sudden fullness. She leaned over and held Catherine’s hands, kissing her as she began to quickly pound Catherine. Rhea’s thick rear tensed and shook as it drove her rod deep into Catherine again and again. With every thrust Catherine moaned and yelped as Rhea’s sack crashed into her reddening ass. Her toned midriff was slick with her own seed as Rhea’s rod drove more and more from her. Her legs bobbed back and forth, her toes curling as the ecstasy built. Catherine broke the kiss, threw her head back, and gave a ragged cry as she unloaded one last time across her own toned midriff and shaking breasts. Rhea’s own peak spurred her to drive faster and faster as she roared, pushing her seed deep into Catherine. They both panted as they came down before Rhea pulled out, and collapsed next to Catherine, holding her as they both joined Byleth in a deep sleep.

Chapter 1 - An inevitable reunion. (Bastila/Revan)

Bastila cleaned the twinblade, which she had used to engage Brejik before Revan had plunged her swords into the thug’s back, as she tried to think of how to frame this pivotal first interaction. The council had used her bond to wipe out the identity of the former Lord of the Sith, now she knew nothing beyond her programming which told her she was a simple soldier. While that seemed to have worked for now Bastila knew she needed to take command and make it clear that she was in a position of authority that her lies might go unquestioned by the already powerful fighter.  The first step was to reframe the rescue as a successful escape attempt by Bastila, second to undermine any sense of familiarity Revan might have with the one who had taken nearly everything she was, prompting her to say “Well, maybe those bloody Vulkars will think twice next time before trying to keep a Jedi prisoner! And for you, if you think you can collect me as a prize…” Bastila then feigned surprise as she continued “Wait… I don’t believe this! You’re… you’re one of the soldiers with the republic fleet aren’t you? Yes, I’m sure of it. How did you end up racing for these swoop gangs?” She already knew the force had likely been manipulating events and that this reunion was inevitable, but the truth here only served the dark. Through their bond she was gratified to feel Revan’s lack of skepticism for her façade, she had bought Bastila’s act of being a domineering, proud Jedi. But what she did feel was alarm. It had backfired to some degree as Revan clearly regarded Bastila as naïve and arrogant to the point that she was likely to compromise their mission. Buried beneath that she felt Revan’s lust and frustration at having spent week after week tirelessly working to free an apparently beautiful but utterly self-absorbed brat of a Jedi. Revan gave only the most basic explanation, making sure to imply that she had orchestrated this rescue “Winning the swoop race was the only way I could save you.” At this Bastila couldn’t remain calm, it was true that she had been saved but admitting the truth here would bode ill for a future that might see Revan leading both back to the dark. She again tried to obfuscate the truth of Revan’s power over their circumstance, ranting “Save me? Is that what you were trying to accomplish by riding in that swoop race? Well, as far as rescues go this is a pretty poor example. In case you hadn’t noticed, I managed to free myself from that neural restraint collar without your help! In fact, it’s more accurate to say that I saved you! Brejik and his Vulkars would have left you for dead if I hadn’t stepped into that fight. You’re lucky I was here to get you out of this mess!”  Revan threw up her hands, baffled by the idea she had been saved after spending so long working to rescue this apparently baffling, egotistical Jedi. She replied with barely suppressed rage “I think you got things confused. You were a helpless prisoner until I came along.” Bastila gave her reply in a matter of fact tone “I may have been a prisoner, but a Jedi is never helpless. Maybe you’ve heard of a little thing called ‘the Force’? But I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on you. You did try to save me after all, even if it didn’t go quite as planned. So, let’s get down to business – we’re not out of danger yet. If I’m going to figure out a way for us to get off this planet I need to know what kind of resources we can draw on. First, are we the only two survivors left from the Endar Spire?” She felt some hesitance through their link before Revan replied “We’re not, but the rest of my team is isolated from us currently. We’ll rendezvous with them as soon as we can, for now we should lay low before going back to the upper city. The Sith cover the only lift near here and will be all over this place. I have a set of armor that should allow you to pass as a merc while we stay for a few days at the cantina nearby, we’ll let things settle down.” Bastila replied imperiously “That is acceptable for the interim.” This prompted a roll of the eyes from Revan who immediately led Bastila to the suit of light but still obscuring armor which would shield her from recognition for their stay in the lower city. Hours later as they lay in bed, both now in their smallclothes, Bastila was finally able to relax for the first time in what seemed an eternity. Before Revan had saved her she had been watching and waiting, tense and fed only gruel, for so many weeks held as a prize by those thugs. They had rented one room to minimize the number of trips Revan would need to take to bring them both their food as the lay low. While the cantina food hadn’t been anything amazing it was incredible compared to her slave rations, Bastila had eaten a lot. Revan had given the name picked by the council, Macha. Another facet of this fraud for Bastila to keep in mind, another reminder of Revan’s artificial identity. The harmony between her and Revan, contrived by mind control as it was, seemed far less appealing than what she had imagined all the times she had recited the code. She and Revan had watched some Holocasts, the official Sith occupational government messaging confirmed their suspicion that the lift to the upper city wasn’t safe to use right now. They’d also discovered that Tarisian dramas were incredibly banal. They had spent most of the evening talking about various things, though Bastila tried to avoid the Jedi they had discussed a little about how important they were to save and protect the republic. Now she dozed, with the similarly weary and satisfied Revan laying across from her on their large bed.  As she drifted off to sleep she unconsciously let her guard down enough for their bond to crack the wall keeping Revan’s true self at bay, both were thrown into the memory of Revan’s final moments as herself. They saw the Jedi strike force led by Bastila confronting the Darth, how Revan twirled her lightsaber with inhuman grace, eager to slaughter the half a dozen Jedi for their arrogance. the explosion Malak’s betrayal had caused knocking Revan out, and Bastila hesitating over the body as she felt the strange bond that her and the council had exploited form. They both shot bolt upright, Revan’s eyes alarmed and accusing. Bastila’s mind raced, grasping for some way to have Revan forget about this red flag. Revan spoke first, calm on the surface but alarmed through the bond “You asked earlier if I had heard of the Force, I have. What was that, Jedi?” Bastila tried to hide the panic she felt as she replied “It seems you and I are linked through the force, our bond caused you to access one of my most recent and powerful memories. You must have some connection to the force.” Confusion mixed with uncertainty seeped through the bond and washed over Revan’s countenance, but the suspicion remained as she queried further “I have never heard of such a bond.” At this Bastila was nearly overwhelmed with panic.  She knew she would need to find some way to manipulate Revan. Though she could give further token explanations that would do little to deal with the seed of distrust that would be the primary topic of interest for the rest of their stay here. Even if Revan could be placated in the short term this would almost certainly prove disastrous as they moved forward. Bastila realized she had to grasp the lesser of two evils, thus she reached out to the desire that Revan had felt since she laid eyes on Bastila which had slowly bled through their bond. In the course of the many hours since their reunion something had awoken something in Bastila that the meditation and various emotional suppression techniques could no longer suppress. Truly alive for the first time, Bastila drew on her own attraction to Revan’s shapely form as she worked through their nexus to inflame the lust that was now buried underneath suspicion and confusion. At the same time, she embellished and romanticized their story “As I threw off the neural restraint collar I sent a ripple through the Force, it flowed to you as the only Force sensitive nearby. The Force brought you to me and bound us together.”  At this Bastila manufactured a smile as she got up to her knees now facing Revan, continuing her deceit “I apologize for my prideful statements earlier, I see now that you saved me, and the Force has chosen you as my guardian.” Bastila tried to approximate a mischievous smile as she slipped one shoulder out of her bra in a way she hoped was seductive “I can think of only one way to give thanks-“ She was interrupted, the flushed Revan surging forward to pull her into a passionate kiss. Bastila hesitated, petrified by her inexperience and surprise. With Bastila working through the bond Revan now so overcome by desire she had little awareness of Bastila’s artifice. Revan had needed only slight encouragement when she had immediately found Bastila’s voluptuous form enticing. Beyond appearance she knew Jedi weren’t supposed to do anything but protect and serve, which only made this whole situation better. Maybe if one Jedi could see that they could be normal people then they could eventually stop being such a bunch of weird cultists. At least she could give Bastila one less reason to switch sides and become a monster. As they kissed Revan caressed her way across Bastila’s smooth skin. Once Revan had reached around Bastila’s curvy frame she slipped her hands under panties to begin groping and kneading the weighty globes of Bastila’s round ass. Bastila pulled back from the kiss to moan, overcome by the completely alien sensation. Revan moved one hand back up, quickly removing the bra, beginning to cup one of Bastila’s big breasts. Bastila moaned louder as Revan’s head moved down to her other breast, tongue circling one nipple as Revan rolled the other with her thumb, her fingers squeezing. Eventually Bastila’s moans subsided to sighs and Revan pulled back, using her ice blue eyes to peer into Bastila’s pleasure clouded gray ones.  Seeing only desire there, she gently pushed Bastila supine before removing the panties that contained the fat cock Revan eyed hungrily. The throbbing rod was connected by a strand of pre to the panties which Revan cast aside as she, still on her knees, leaned down to get a closer look as she stroked it reverently. Bastila had an enticing view of the wide hips which framed the top of Revan’s rounded ass as Revan muttered “You’re the only person that got to play with this thing? And people say the Jedi value justice…” Bastila blushed harder and began to correct her, having never “played” with herself. However, she couldn’t get a word out before she gasped as Revan licked from Bastila’s big nuts all the way up her thick shaft. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath as she clutched the sheets when Revan took the fat head into her mouth, enjoying the taste of it and the pre. Bastila failed to stifle a moan as Revan slowly took the entirety of the huge rod deep into her now bulging throat.  Bastila groaned and sighed as Revan bobbed her head up and down, using the depths of her throat to massage the fat cock. She used her tongue to caress the shaft, or she went down to the hilt and darted it out to lick at the huge balls that would soon fill her. Bastila was flushed, eyes closed, now gripping Revan’s dark hair as she bucked slightly in response to the way Revan relentlessly fucked her own face on Bastila’s fat cock. Bastila lost herself in the pleasure, allowing the bond to carry her ecstasy, every thrust causing Revan to leak cum into her panties as she felt an echo of the pleasure. Bastila thrusted up faster and faster into Revan’s hungry throat until finally she cried out. Her wailing was hysterical and erratic as she experienced her first ever orgasm, firing rope after thick rope deep in Revan’s throat. Revan let out a strangled moan into the rod filling her as she was overcome by the sensations pulsing through their link, uselessly blasting her panties with her own smaller load. Eventually Revan could no longer keep up with the ceaseless discharge and pulled back, allowing her mouth to be filled with the potent seed. She enjoyed the flavor before swallowing it down, pulling back from the now glistening length.  As Bastila came down she noticed Revan’s cum filled panties, looking to Revan she saw her grinning dumbly down at the Jedi saying, “This bond is something else, I need you inside me.” Though she wasn’t about to be so crass she had to nod in agreement as Revan quickly removed her lingerie, mounting Bastila’s wide hips. She thrusted her own seed covered rod against Bastila’s monster which was more than double her modest girth and length. She enjoyed watching Bastila sigh, squirm, and buck as Bastila’s impressive pillar leaked in response to both Revan’s dick and own stimulation through their nexus. Revan couldn’t wait long though and quickly raised her svelte rear so she could slowly impale herself on the fat cock. Both women let out a cacophony of moans, sighs, and wails as they were bombarded with both their own pleasure and the echoes of their lover’s. As Revan finally bottomed out she could only let out shuddering sighs as she reveled in the way the thick shaft spread her. Stretched more than ever and bombarded by reverberations Revan mewled as her diminutive endowment leaked onto Bastila’s toned navel. Bastila moaned as she too was momentarily enraptured in part by the way Revan’s tightness gripped her, trying to milk more seed from her fat cock. Mere reverberations of Revan’s experience of sublime fullness almost exceeded her own pleasure. Soon she grew impatient as Revan could only squirm as she squeezed her, Bastila finally took control and rolled her broad hips. Revan yelped as she was suddenly overwhelmed as the huge pillar stirred her depths evoking sensations she could hardly process. This one action threw Revan into another peak, mewling as she fired thin ropes across Bastila’s stomach, reaching the underside of her large bust. Bastila gave Revan enough time so that Revan’s panting was no longer so ragged before she sprang into action. Bastila sat upright and kissed Revan as both of her hands grasped the hefty spheres of Revan’s ass. Drawing upon the Force for strength and speed she then effortlessly rolled so that Revan was now the one on her back. She grasped Revan’s breasts as Revan lifted and spread her legs to allow Bastila to drive down into her as deep as possible. Bastila grunted and moaned as she did just that, her hips blurring with speed as her long thrusts stuffed Revan with her fat cock again and again. Bastila’s rounded ass tensed and quaked as it propelled the fevered rutting that shook her ample breasts. Bastila groped and squeezed at Revan’s perky breasts as she seized her. Bastila’s pale skin glistened as rivulets of sweat ran down her voluptuous frame. Revan clutched the blankets beneath her as she, eyes closed, wailed and yelped in response to being so completely claimed. Her relatively tiny member flailed as it uselessly drooled on her navel. Her legs bobbed back in form in time with Bastila’s fevered rhythm which made Revan’s toes curl. Bastila roared as she was finally overcome by the way Revan gripped her and the ecstasy pulsing through their link. She thrusted even faster, pistoning into Revan with inhuman speed as she blasted rope after thick rope of seed. Bastila’s huge balls crashed into Revan’s reddened ass every time she drove yet more cum down into Revan.  As she felt Bastila’s huge load being pushed deeper and deeper Revan whined, spewing her smaller load across her own toned stomach. Eventually Bastila, hilted herself panting over Revan’s insensate form. Revan had already drifted off to sleep, giving a soft whine as Bastila pulled out, when Bastila collapsed next to her and held Revan as she joined her in a deep slumber.

Chapter 9 - Rhea/Byleth Epilogue + Catherine/Shamir

Byleth listened as Constance continued explaining the state of Western Faerghus. She sat upon a throne of solid stone virtually identical to the one in the holy tomb. It had been erected beneath the great stained-glass windows at the back of the Garreg Mach Cathedral through which the last rays of twilight flooded.    Byleth maintained her posture even after spending most of the long day governing the whole of Fódlan from her seat. The only other sign of her sovereignty was the golden circlet above her eyes, in the center of it lay an emerald that matched the color of her eyes and hair. Her already curvy figure had become even more voluptuous such that it almost strained against the regalia which she had worn since receiving Sothis’ power nearly seven years ago. In particular her breasts and stomach had grown, proof of the child which was the result of her love with Rhea.   For the first time in a millennium, Rhea was at peace. She had accepted she would never see her mother again, Byleth was all she needed. She had finally followed Seteth and Flayn in sealing away her ability to transform, she no longer felt the encroaching madness that had almost destroyed everything she had worked so hard to build. She had faith that such terrible power wouldn’t be necessary in the new world Byleth would build with her.   Month after month had passed as they had traveled throughout Fódlan, often separated as they enacted reforms with an eye towards the future. Being apart from Byleth had been painful but it was only the beginning of her penance. She had treated humanity callously more and more as the centuries eroded away her hope that she might undo the atrocities done to the Nabateans. They had deserved better, with the Agarthans finally gone and Byleth here, Rhea would no longer suppress the technological development that had once scoured Fódlan of almost all life.  She had found a second chance for herself and her people, and now saw humanity deserved the same.   Constance concluded that while Gaspard-Nuvelle territory would still need assistance they were on their way to recovery, grinning as she awaited the Queen’s response. Byleth gave a slight smile as she addressed her subject “I understand the need for continued aid, Lady Nuvelle, your people will continue to receive assistance until they can once again stand on their own.”   Constance beamed as she replied, “Thank you Your Majesty!” With that Byleth rose deftly and spoke in a voice loud enough to carry throughout the cathedral “Court is adjourned.”                 She strode forward gracefully as Rhea and Catherine followed on her right and left. Most nobles began to disperse save a few such as Ferdinand who was caught by a predictably gripping conversation with Lorenz.   Catherine felt more conflicted than any time in her memory save when she had fled Faerghus. As the trio was joined by Shamir she gave Catherine a rare reassuring smile and nod before the four of them strode across the bridge, beginning their journey to the royal quarters. They eventually arrived and as Byleth reached for the door Catherine finally spoke up “Lady Rhea, Your Majesty, Shamir and I… have something we need to talk with you about.”                 Rhea and Byleth shared a glance that betrayed slight surprise but Byleth nodded, responding “Of course, come in.” as she opened the door. Byleth stood next to Rhea by the bed and turned to see Catherine looking between them uncharacteristically pensive.   Byleth spoke to break the silence “Whatever it is you wish to discuss know that you can trust us with anything.” Catherine gave a weak smile at that but remained silent. Shamir was not nearly so hesitant and looked Byleth in the eyes saying, “We’re here to resign our positions in the Knights of Seiros.”   Catherine’s expression of uncertainty deepened as surprise overtook Byleth and Rhea. Catherine quickly returned her gaze to the pair and began to explain “Lady Rhea… Your Majesty, we can never truly repay all you’ve given us…”   Rhea raised a hand to stop Catherine. She felt a flood of remorse at seeing Catherine’s hesitance. Catherine knew that the old Rhea would have tried to talk her out of this. To remind her of the sacred duty of those who bear crests to protect Fódlan and the Church. Rhea had for so long been afraid of losing power, of letting go of any tool that might see her people and mother restored. Rhea was no longer afraid.   Rhea looked to Byleth who smiled and nodded, before replying “You owe us nothing. Most of all it is I who owe you both so much. For five years you searched and fought on my behalf, with the Queen absent. In my darkest moments I felt you were obliged to be so devoted to my rescue. But more than anything I pleaded with the Goddess to protect you, that my recklessness seven years ago might condemn only myself. Fódlan is at peace, it’s time for you to find yours. However, might I ask two things of you?”   Catherine nodded, with a look of relief and reverence, as she said “Anything, Lady Rhea.” Rhea smiled as she replied “Sweet Catherine, your faith as ever warms my heart. But one of these questions is for Shamir. First I ask of you both that you allow us to celebrate your service to Fódlan. Do not simply leave as if there is shame in embracing the freedom you have earned many times over.” Shamir replied “Of course, thank you. But what is it you want from me?” At that Rhea’s expression became more serious as she explained “Shamir, you know that Catherine bears the major crest of Charon? That she will age many times slower than you?” Shamir nodded and replied, “I know but I have many more years of youth ahead of me.” Rhea nodded but continued “If you are willing there is no need to face such a fate, distant as it may seem.” Shamir tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she replied, “What exactly are you saying?”   Rhea finally elaborated “If you wish it I can bestow upon you my crest. You will likely receive few changes beyond increased longevity and strength. However, there is a small chance that your body may prove unable to bear a crest. Though I have never seen one as worthy be rejected…”   Rhea’s expression became pained as she concluded “The results could be tragic.” Catherine looked more shocked and worried than Shamir even as she reassured her, “Whatever your decision… I support you.” Shamir replied after a moment of thought “I don’t want to leave you alone for most of your life if I have a choice. I accept.”  Rhea nodded solemnly as she instructed “Attempt to hold still, I’ve been told this sensation can be… trying. However, the pain should be fleeting, after you shall be invigorated just as I will require a respite.” Shamir nodded and braced herself as Rhea laid a soft hand over Shamir’s heart.   There was a flash of green light as a vibration passed through Shamir’s form. Spreading from her core an overwhelming warmth radiated across her body. She threw her head back and roared as she struggled to remain still. The molten lances surged through her veins and bones before the fires diffused through her form. Muscles contracted and relaxed involuntarily as she failed to fully process the alien sensation. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as her skin flushed. Rhea concentrated on the spell as she pleaded with the Goddess to allow Shamir this blessing. Just as their fears seemed at hand, mercifully, the spell finished. Shamir was left panting as she felt the fiery sensation leave her. A warmth and lightness, as if she weighed nothing at all, was what remained.   Rhea stumbled backwards into Byleth’s arms who cried out as she caught her and looked down with concern. Rhea smiled as she reassured Byleth “I’m fine, my love… help me to the bed, I need some rest.” Byleth gingerly supported Rhea’s walk before helping her lay on their bed. As they lay side by side their eyes were drawn to Shamir who had let out an uncharacteristic scoff.   Shamir had lowered her tight leather pants, freeing the fat cock that now made them far less comfortable. It throbbed frenetically in time with her newly strengthened heart as she idly jerked the thick shaft. Catherine quickly dropped to her knees in front of Shamir, ecstatic at every aspect of this blessing as she muttered reverently “It’s as perfect as lady Rhea’s…” before she took the head into her mouth. Shamir gasped at the new sensation allowing Catherine to slowly engulf her.   As Shamir bottomed out deep in Catherine’s throat she groaned, needing more. She quickly drew her wide hips back and slammed home again and again. Her hands worked to deftly strip her jacket and leather armor, freeing her large breasts which quaked each time she drove herself into Catherine. Catherine gripped the jiggling cheeks of Shamir’s rounded ass, helping Shamir claim her as she reveled in the way Shamir’s balls crashed into her chin with each long thrust.   Rhea had considered explaining the change to Shamir but could see that wouldn’t be necessary. As Shamir took Catherine, Rhea’s own rod quickly began to strain against her dress. Byleth saw this and with a mischievous smile straddled Rhea.   Rhea smiled weakly up at Byleth before Byleth leaned down to kiss her, caressing Rhea’s face with one hand as the other pulled Rhea’s dress up. Byleth lifted her hips before she moaned into the kiss as her cunt stretched to accommodate Rhea’s thick rod.   Even as wet as she was Rhea was always a tight fit. As she bottomed out she arched her back and sighed before her round breasts and ass began to shake as she rode Rhea faster and faster. Rhea leaned forward and held Byleth close with one arm. The other gently grasped one of Byleth’s large, sensitive breasts which Rhea brought to her mouth as she began to drink of the sweet milk therein. Byleth wailed as this set her off, her pussy gripping the fat cock as Rhea stirred herself around the spasming depths.   Shamir grunted and gasped as she slammed into Catherine again and again. Every thrust was faster than the last until she finally hilted herself and sent thick ropes down Catherine’s throat. Shamir’s release was heightened as she saw the way Byleth’s cunt squeezed Rhea and heard her cries of ecstasy in her own climax.   Finally, Shamir finished and stumbled back as Catherine began to pant. Her eyes were locked on Byleth’s jiggling, rounded ass as it again began to swing up and down Rhea’s thick, glistening shaft. Shamir deftly leapt onto the bed before grasping Byleth’s narrow waist.   Byleth looked back hazily, surprised for a moment before she moaned as Shamir began to drive her fat cock, still slick from Catherine, into Byleth’s ass. Rhea continued drinking, now from Byleth’s other breast, enjoying the way Byleth gripped her as Byleth strained to accommodate Shamir. Byleth whimpered as Shamir finally bottomed out, fuller than she had ever imagined being. It had been some time since Catherine and Rhea had taken her together, and Shamir was larger than either of them.   Having given Byleth a moment to adjust Shamir sighed as she began to ream her. She groaned as Byleth wailed, her huge balls swinging into Rhea’s as she drove herself into Byleth’s depths. Rhea began to slowly stir her own rod around, driving Byleth’s cries even higher as she continued drinking from Byleth. Shamir’s own ample chest shook in time with her and Byleth’s round asses as her pounding shook both their voluptuous forms. Byleth’s cries were ragged as she peaked again, wailing and clenching at both rods as Shamir continued reaming her.   Byleth’s cries were interrupted as Catherine plunged her rod down Byleth’s throat. Byleth moaned into Catherine’s rod as she reveled in being utterly taken. Rhea had finished drinking and began thrusting in time with Shamir.   Were Byleth not muffled by Catherine’s fat cock her cries would have been completely hysterical as all three of her holes were pounded again and again. All she could do was hold onto Catherine’s round ass as she gave muffled cries into the Catherine’s tool. Rhea held Byleth close as her huge ass clenched and shook every time she impaled Byleth. She moaned loudly and finally began to unload, driving up into Byleth before she began to pack her cunt full of cum. This set Byleth off who gave a strangled wail into Catherine’s rod, her toes curling as her fingers sank into Catherine’s round behind.   Catherine had already been on the edge and allowed Byleth to hold her there as she moaned and emptied herself down Byleth’s throat. Catherine collapsed back and could only hear the slap of Shamir’s hips on Byleth’s jiggling ass as ragged cries poured out each time Shamir hilted herself.   Rhea caressed Byleth’s back as Shamir’s powerful thrusts pressed them into the bed. Rhea had softened, leaving Byleth’s cunt to drool on Shamir’s huge balls as they crashed into her with every downward plunge. Shamir’s reaming drove her higher and higher until Byleth breathlessly wailed, her ass clenching at the fat cock that continued ploughing her.   This triggered Shamir’s second release, she gasped as her relentless thrusts pushed rope after thick rope deep into Byleth. Finally, Shamir pulled out, her fat cock producing a pop as it withdrew from Byleth. Byleth panted as Rhea continued caressing her back, helping her onto her side before stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep.   Catherine finally looked up and saw Shamir looming over her, seed dripping from Shamir’s throbbing length. She spread her legs eliciting a smirk from Shamir who surged forward and kissed her. Shamir grinded her huge cock and balls into Catherine’s smaller set as her larger breasts pressed down into Catherine’s modest pair. Catherine whined into the kiss as Shamir reversed the roles of their past where her superior strength and stamina had meant she had been in control.   Shamir pulled back from the kiss and grasped Catherine powerful thighs, bringing them back and together. Her hands then lowered as she lined herself up before sighing as she began to impale Catherine. Catherine whimpered, clutching the bed, as Shamir’s fat cock stretched her. Though not much larger than Rhea’s it had been a long time since Rhea had taken her, and both were huge. Catherine’s tool drooled across her toned abs as Shamir finally bottomed out deep inside her.   She gasped as Shamir seized her breasts and began to pound her with long thrusts.  Every time her huge dick bottomed out Catherine’s rounded ass jiggled as Shamir’s balls crashed into it. Shamir grunted and sighed as Catherine moaned, her dick bouncing and leaking in response to Shamir’s powerful reaming. As her thrusts became even faster she grasped Catherine’s perky breasts as her own larger set quaked in response to her every thrust. Catherine wailed as she was pushed higher until finally she fired across her own face and tits, her open mouth catching some as she cried out her pleasure. Seeing this Shamir leaned over, kissing Catherine as she savored the taste that was proof of Catherine’s submission.   Shamir continued to kiss her as she grasped Catherine’s hands, pinning them to the bed as she began ploughing her again. Catherine moaned into the kiss as Shamir’s fat cock pushed more and more seed out of her own rod with every thrust. Shamir’s rounded ass clenched and shook each time it pushed her deep inside Catherine, whose curves jiggled every time Shamir’s hips and huge balls crashed into her rear.   Her legs were now around Shamir’s waist and bobbed faster and faster as Shamir hammered her. Short, deep thrusts drove gasps from her as her toned form glistened with sweat. Finally, she threw back her head and let out a ragged cry as she began to unload on herself again. Her ass clamped down, trying to milk Shamir’s fat cock as it continued pounding her. She squeezed Shamir’s hands as her toes curled, her rod weakly firing off between her tits.   Catherine was panting as Shamir finally began to unload deep inside her. Catherine mewled as she felt rope after thick rope fill her. Shamir smirked down at Catherine’s stupid smile and glassy eyes, kissing her one last time before collapsing back. Her huge rod only hardening further as she saw the way Catherine’s ass began to leak her seed as Catherine drifted off to sleep.   She didn’t have to look for long to find another to sate her lust on, between Catherine and Byleth’s sleeping forms was Rhea. She was presenting herself to Shamir, patiently waiting on all fours. Shamir took in the sight of Rhea’s broad hips, powerful thighs, and the weighty cheeks of her round ass. After a moment’s hesitation she pounced, her fingers sank into Rhea’s powerful behind as she drove her fat cock forward. Shamir quickly bottomed out, sighing before drawing back and beginning to slam into Rhea with long thrusts again and again.   Rhea whimpered as her fat ass quaked with every powerful thrust. The position, the way her half hard tool drooled into the bed below her, it all brought to mind how she had not been taken by someone so large since Wilhelm himself. That had been a desperate ploy, she had used his infatuation as a means to bind the Empire to the Church. Had shared her blood as a means of control. This was nothing of the sort, there was no need for manipulation any longer.   Shamir gasped as Rhea peaked and clenched around her. She savored rhea’s cries, muffled by the bed which Rhea made damp beneath her. Her own curves shook as her balls crashed into Rhea’s smaller pair as every thrust pushed more and more of Rhea’s seed into the bed. For a time, Rhea simply moaned into the bed, but eventually she came down and began to buck back and roll her robust hips, drawing moans from Shamir as the pair’s forms shone from the exertion. Her weighty rear reddened as it shook with every impact of Shamir’s broad hips.   Their breathing and moans grew ragged as they both pushed one another higher. Shamir let out a gasp as, finally, she hilted herself and began to unload deep in Rhea. This pulled a breathless cry from Rhea, sending her over the edge, her own cock firing into the bed below. They both panted as they collapsed to the bed, Shamir holding Rhea close as they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 4 - Ingrid/Dorothea + Mercedes B Support

Dorothea couldn’t help but let out a sigh of frustration and shake her head as she watched Ingrid struggle. She was somehow incapable of properly putting on the finery Dorothea had picked out for her. From her tense, unrefined posture, to the way she struggled with the dress, to the partial makeup which Ingrid had stopped her from applying fully Ingrid just looked sad. Ingrid, upon hearing the sigh looked up and realized how pathetic her struggle was, wanting Dorothea to guide her, she asked “Why are you sighing at me like that? Is my face really so hopeless?” Dorothea agonized over her next statement, she had set this whole disaster of a situation up and being too harsh would just give Ingrid an excuse to leave, she tried to be honest as she replied “I...am trying to think of something polite to say right now. It's as if you have no experience dressing elegantly. At all.”  Ingrid was saddened by how much this simple truth disappointed Dorothea, responding sheepishly “I mean...I don't. Dorothea, I appreciate you taking the time, but yes, you do have your work cut out for you.” Upon hearing the shame in Ingrid’s response Dorothea was worried she had gone too far, she tried to give Ingrid some context “I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't be so hard on you. I was just surprised, is all. A gal like you? You're a beautiful young noblewoman... Who somehow has no experience with either makeup or fashion. This is basic stuff, Ingrid. The basics of the basics, really. But it's like you've never even tried.” Ingrid, upon hearing Dorothea’s perspective, felt compelled to provide her own context “I was just never interested before. Even as a child, it never appealed to me. Fussy, pretty things always felt unnecessary. And gussying myself up to attract someone has never played an important part in my pursuits as a knight. But you've piqued my interest in all this.” Finally getting some understanding of why she would be interested in this but be lacking in even basic proficiency Dorothea asked her hopefully “How?” Ingrid elaborated making clear that this was an experiment related to treating the upcoming ball with the proper respect it demanded as a holiday and formal occasion “It's not like I'd be dressing myself up just to attract someone. I'd be dressing up for the occasion, specifically. Even if I don't dress up any other time, a special occasion such as this is a good reason to try it out.” Dorothea, unwilling to acknowledge the purity of Ingrid’s stated reasoning, teased at her “Well, yeah. That's why we dress up when we go out. You might meet someone, and you want to look your best, don't you? Get their attention? Lure them in?” Ingrid gaped, baffled by the total diversion from her stated reasons, giving Dorothea a rebuttal “That's the exact opposite of what I just said. You said previously that dressing up for the occasion is reason enough.” Now understanding that Ingrid wanted to be here but just wasn’t being honest with herself Dorothea dispensed with that empty pretense “Oh, I just said that so you wouldn't run off screaming.” Ingrid looked down, sadly considering how best to steer this conversation back to her comfort zone and replying absently “I see. Seizing upon Ingrid’s hesitation Dorothea saw this as the perfect opening to ply her with compliments “My real point is that you're quite lovely even before getting all fixed up. Absolutely bewitching, in fact. So when I'm finished with you, well... Someone looking at you could be forgiven for...wanting to pounce.” Ingrid furrowed her brow at this and tried to get the conversation back on track “Could they be? I don't know that I'd forgive them.” Dorothea, having given up the pretense earlier, persisted in trying to get Ingrid to finally open up “Oh, I know. That's why, just before I lunge, I'm gonna ask permission.” Ingrid was in no mood to succumb to Dorothea’s coquetting when she hadn’t ever come close to being ready for the ball before getting sidetracked away from her duty like this. She began to strip down to change back to her normal clothes as she shut Dorothea down “Permission is not granted–ever! Just back off.” Dorothea tried to get Ingrid to stay replying “Now Ingrid, you never even properly tried on one dress, you can’t just leave so soon.” Finally, out of the dress and in her pragmatic, uncolored smallclothes she turned, ready to put on her uniform as she finally bid Dorothea goodbye when she heard the door opening.  Both were surprised to see Mercedes enter with a beatific smile waving hello to Dorothea as she entered the room “Hello Dorothea, how are you-“ She then noticed Ingrid’s presence, and her state of undress, surprised she said “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” At that Ingrid scowled “No, sorry Mercedes, I should be going.” At that Mercedes took on a concerned look quickly replying “But Ingrid, with Dorothea here this is the perfect opportunity for you to learn to dance! Was that why you were here?” At this Ingrid winced as she remembered the professor’s cruel decision to humiliate her and the Blue Lions house by picking her as the representative for this year’s White Heron Cup. She replied quickly “No, there’s no hope for me there just as there’s no hope for me to learn to present myself elegantly at the ball.” Hearing this Mercedes gave a rare frown as she reminded Ingrid of her duty and potential “Listen here Ingrid, you might not like what I am about to say. There is no way you can know any of that and you have no good reason to believe those things. Just because you never learned to dance, or dress elegantly, doesn’t mean you’re hopeless.” With that she looked over to Dorothea with a smile “In fact with a diva and I here to teach you, along with your grace, you could be dancing beautifully in no time at all!” Dorothea smiled and nodded, excitedly saying “Why didn’t you tell me Ingrid? I would just love to teach you; I know you will be amazing!” Looking upward Ingrid pleaded with the Goddess to give her some understanding of why the professor had done this to her. Receiving no answer she sighed before looking back down, replying with a defeated frown on her face “I suppose it’s only my duty to give it my all, I am obligated to at least try to live up to our professor’s expectations, even if those expectations are based on a terrible misconception.” At this Mercedes smiled, she waved her hand dismissing Ingrid’s misgivings as she replied cheerily “I knew you wouldn’t just let us down Ingrid! I can teach you the basics, Dorothea can comment and pick up teaching when you get a grip on the fundamentals!” Ingrid stopped frowning and assumed a look of determination before realizing she was still the only one mostly undressed. Flushing slightly, she quickly spoke “I should put on my uniform again before we start, one moment.” Smiling and dismissing her worries again Mercedes explained “Oh no need for that, you won’t ever need to dance in that after all, it will be easier for you to get the movements right with less in the way. In fact, it would be easier for me too!” With that Mercedes began eagerly stripping as Ingrid stared off into space baffled by the events unfolding before her. She glanced to Dorothea who was hungrily drinking in the sight of Mercedes. Dorothea, upon noticing Ingrid, beamed at her. Ingrid rolled her eyes before looking back to the now disrobed Mercedes who she couldn’t help but examine. Mercedes frame was wider and softer than Ingrid’s though still nowhere near overweight. Her large, round breasts which exceeded Ingrid’s still substantial set, were pushed together by her alluring maroon lingerie. Stretched around her wide hips were matching panties, that hugged the impressive bulge that completely dwarfed Ingrid’s own, this most of all confused Ingrid even as it captured her attention. Seeing this Dorothea teased Ingrid as she too slipped out of her uniform “See something you like?” At this Ingrid flushed and looked down, mortified she once again began thinking of a way out of this nightmare. Mercedes rubbed Ingrid’s shoulder reassuring her as she said, “We’re both ready now so just watch my feet and follow me.” Relieved to finally be able to do something she mirrored the movements produced by her kind friend. Though her movements were stiff at first soon she had the basic set of movements down. With Dorothea clapping to keep rhythm and giving advice she quickly found herself perfectly synchronized with Mercedes. It wasn’t so different from going spear to spear with a novice, a simple pattern of footwork shifting the upper body as needed to compensate. She no longer needed to observe Mercedes footwork and couldn’t help but take in the sight of Dorothea unclothed. Her ample breasts, even larger than Mercedes impressive pair, jiggled enticingly with every clap. Her thick hips framed a bulge that was somehow even larger than her well endowed friend. These enticing assets were obscured only by Dorothea’s enticing green lingerie which matched her eyes. Tearing her eyes away from Dorothea’s voluptuous form Ingrid looked at the enchanting songstress’s pretty face who only winked as she smiled smugly. Flushing again Ingrid needing some way to distract herself looked back to Mercedes who was smiling, still oblivious, she asked her “This was a good start, but do you know any more advanced dances?” Mercedes responded with her characteristic cheer “Not too many, I know you’re ready for the hardest one I know, I knew you would be great at this!” Ingrid smiled and continued to mirror Mercedes as she began to execute a significantly more complex dance. The pattern involved much more movement forwards and back, had Ingrid not been so fast Mercedes might have crashed into her. But her speed and grace allowed her to quickly understand and perfectly execute this dance. Dorothea clapped twice as fast to help them stay in the same rhythm and for a time they were perfectly synchronized. Soon, however, Mercedes began to slow. Ingrid was caught up in Dorothea’s precise rhythm and noticed too late, crashing into her slower friend. Seeing this coming Dorothea caught them both before they could fall to the floor of her room. Pressed up against Mercedes’ soft, curvy body Ingrid couldn’t stop herself from enjoying her friend’s pleasant form. The way Mercedes’ ample breasts pressed against her own, the way Mercedes’ big package smothered her modest one. She was snapped out of this pleasant vacillation by Dorothea who winked over Mercedes shoulder as she said, “Remember Ingrid, ask permission before you pounce!” Ingrid stumbled back, again flushed and mortified, and began to awkwardly bid the two farewell “That was good practice, thanks! We should do it again sometime.” Mercedes shut that down, reminding her friend of her duty “Now Ingrid, I may be tired out, but Dorothea is a better dancer and ready to go!”  Ingrid grimaced as Dorothea eagerly agreed “That was just the warmup, I know my Ingrid can take everything I got!” Ingrid sighed but began to mirror Dorothea’s movements as they both executed more complicated, vigorous routines. Mercedes gave encouragement as they spun and twirled, lunged and pirouetted. The sophistication of the patterns Ingrid executed were almost enough to distract her from the way Dorothea’s voluptuous form swayed and shook with the frantic movements. By the time they were done they were both panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Collapsing to the bed with Dorothea and Mercedes on either side of her Ingrid had finally found satisfaction in learning so much, she could make the professor proud. She smiled as she laid back thanking her friends and trying to distract herself from their shapely, exposed forms “This was a great idea; I need to find a way to thank you.”  To her surprise it was Mercedes who responded in a breathy voice “I can think of a way, watching you two got me awfully worked up.” Curious Ingrid sat up and was confronted with her friend who, sitting beside her, had taken off her panties and was now slowly stroking her hard, fat cock. Ingrid was enraptured by the sight of it as it throbbed already beading pre, but quickly pushed up off the bed half-heartedly scolding her friend she said, “Mercedes this… this isn’t appropriate, what would Annette say?” Mercedes just gave one of her pure smiles and said, “She might make you wait while she gets her turn, she used to be like you but that was years ago!” Dumbfounded Ingrid could only watch as Dorothea took off her own panties revealing her half hard monster which already matched the size of Mercedes’ throbbing tool.  She stood up next to Mercedes, who sat on the edge of the bed and engulfed the massive rod, as Dorothea explained to Ingrid “We aren’t going to make you do anything Ingrid, ah you can take it slow, but we know you want this.” At this Mercedes let the huge, glistening cock slip from her mouth as she scooted back and patting the bed in front of her before laying down and saying, “Come on Ingrid, we can see you want a taste.” All the while she and Dorothea gave teasing grins, staring at the way Ingrid’s little member strained against her panties.  Unwilling to verbalize her caving Ingrid nonetheless moved forward onto the bed. She bent forward over Mercedes’ supine form, unwittingly presenting her perky rounded ass to a wolfishly grinning Dorothea. Ingrid salivated as her face was now mere inches away. She inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the scent of Mercedes’ lavender perfume mixing with the aroma of her big dick. Having some idea from watching Mercedes but lacking in real experience she hesitated, looking to her friend. Mercedes smiled calmly and reassured Ingrid “You can take it slow; we know you don’t have a lot of experience.” Confident she wouldn’t be judged, Ingrid took the head into her mouth, savoring the taste of the pre and swirling her tongue around enjoying the flavor. This elicited gasps and a moan from Mercedes who encouraged her “That’s it, just keep going.” Ingrid did but still wasn’t relaxed enough to let it into her throat like Mercedes had. She heard the bed creak as Dorothea finally scrambled her way towards Mercedes. Her painfully hard, huge member swinging as she said, “This is cute and all, but I think Ingrid can take it at her own pace from here.”  Mercedes only had time to nod and open her mouth before Dorothea plunged her massive rod deep into Mercedes now bulging throat. Ingrid watched with a mixture of fascination and jealousy as the thick thighs and big round cheeks of Dorothea’s ass clenched and shook as they powered her claiming of Mercedes’ mouth. Every time she plunged balls deep into Mercedes’ mouth Dorothea’s giant nuts would crash into Mercedes’ quickly reddening chin. Dorothea let loose grunts of exertion and gasps of pleasure as she rutted again and again into Mercedes’ hungry throat. Ingrid was unable to look away from the primal display even as she tried to fit more and more of Mercedes into her throat. Faster and faster came Dorothea’s thrusts until finally she hilted herself and let out a relieved sigh. As she continued unloading down Mercedes’ throat Dorothea looked over her shoulder and gave Ingrid a stupid grin.  Feeling outdone by Mercedes Ingrid closed her eyes and focused on trying to relax and get the whole, fat cock into her throat. She almost had the whole thing into her bulging throat when she heard a slurp and opened her eyes again to see Dorothea withdrawing from her filled friend. As Mercedes gasped for air Dorothea addressed her as she scrambled this time off the bed “Great job Mercie, I’ll get her ready for you!” Ingrid was slightly alarmed at that, she couldn’t see Dorothea any longer, and soon felt Dorothea pulling down her panties. Dorothea now on her knees at the side of the bed let out a chuckle seeing the way Ingrid’s painfully turgid member was connected to the panties by a strand of pre. Finally, so close to the object of her desire, Dorothea drank in the sight of the rounded porcelain ass in front of her. She admired the Ingrid’s powerful thighs as she began to knead the ass she would soon claim. Ingrid at first was startled but soon found the pleasant sensation helping her relax and finally take Mercedes whole thick tool. Seeing she was ready Mercedes let out a gasp as she started to buck up into Ingrid’s throat in time with Ingrid’s own efforts. Ingrid was finally comfortable as Dorothea clapped her hands down sending Ingrid’s curvy rear jiggling as Dorothea thrust her tongue inside. Ingrid moaned into Mercedes fat dick as it thrust up into her mouth as Ingrid began to leak even more as she finally received some direct stimulation. It wasn’t long before Mercedes sped up faster and faster until she finally hilted herself in Ingrid’s bulging throat as she released rope after rope deep into Ingrid. Ingrid moaned in response to being filled as Dorothea’s continued groping and rimming her rounded ass. When Mercedes finally came down and withdrew Ingrid had little time to catch her breath before they had switched sides. Dorothea was again smirking down at her as she waved her huge dick in Ingrid’s face. Ingrid glanced over her shoulder and saw a still hard Mercedes, who gave her a reassuring smile, as she began to hotdog Ingrid’s thick rear. Looking back to Dorothea she immediately felt the thud of the Dorothea’s huge member as it smacked into her forehead. Ingrid licked her way up from Dorothea’s giant balls up to the fat head before beginning to engulf the massive rod. Dorothea let out a groan and tangled her fingers in Ingrid’s silken blonde hair as she steadily thrust in, soon to the hilt. Seeing she was claimed from the front Mercedes sighed as she finally began to work her way into Ingrid’s tight ass. Ingrid’s little member began to drool into the sheets as she let out another moan into the fat dick that was now plunging again and again deep into her throat with Dorothea’s short thrusts. When Mercedes finally bottomed out the sublime stretching was too much for Ingrid, she shot thin ropes across the bed below her. Dorothea reveled in the vibrations of Ingrid’s muffled moans as Mercedes enjoyed Ingrid’s clenching and writhing.  When Ingrid’s composure returned Mercedes began pounding her fat cock in time with Dorothea. All three of their rounded asses and ample breasts jiggled as they vigorously spit roasted Ingrid. Ingrid’s untouched dick leaked uselessly into the blanket below her where she had already blown her first load. Mercedes had begun to squeeze Ingrid’s curved butt as she continued to make it jiggle with her powerful reaming. With each of Mercedes’ powerful thrusts her big balls swung into Ingrid’s smaller pair, smothering them with their size as those thrusts drove muffled moans from Ingrid. On the other end Dorothea continued her short, deep ruts, slapping her huge sack into Ingrid’s reddened chin as she leaned over to grope Ingrid’s jiggling tits. Completely overwhelmed as she was conquered at both ends Ingrid howled, as loudly as she could with her throat stuffed with thick cock, as she blew yet another wasted load into the bed below. Ingrid had a few moments respite as Dorothea and Mercedes hilted in her to continue groping her as they enjoyed her squirming. It wasn’t long before she was ready again and they resumed their pounding, now at a fevered pace. On both ends Ingrid was subjected to long, powerful thrusts as she groaned into the huge cock plundering her throat. Their shapely rears and thick thighs clenched and jiggled powering the erratic rutting which drove them deep into Ingrid. Their gasps and moans grew breathless as their pace became frantic when Dorothea and Mercedes found their second peaks. They both hilted themselves in Ingrid as they filled her up, shooting rope after thick rope deep inside of her. Being claimed so thoroughly Ingrid weakly moaned into the giant cock filling her stomach as she for a third time began to uselessly shoot proof of her submission into the bed below her. The last to stop coming, Dorothea pulled out, and fired enough thick ropes to paint Ingrid’s face and hair white. Mercedes stumbled back, catching herself on shaky legs, before plodding forward to collapse on the bed. She rolled to the other side as she murmured “I think I could use a break…” as she drifted off, quickly asleep. Dorothea smiled at this, explaining “She’s all tuckered out, not surprising as she filled Annie in the morning. My Ingrid is still ready though, right?” At this Ingrid smiled and nodded dumbly, still hazy in the afterglow of her most intense experience. Dorothea pulled her up, so they were both on their knees, and kissed her. Dorothea savored her and Mercedes’ flavor that had so completely marked Ingrid, and then gently pushed Ingrid down onto her back. Ingrid wordlessly complied, laying supine before pulling her knees near her chin, presenting her backdoor as it already began to leak Mercedes seed.  Dorothea smirked down at the glassy-eyed Ingrid as she began to speak, all the while rubbing her huge package across Ingrid’s relatively tiny one, smothering it as she said “Even you good nobles are all the same, you put walls up between yourselves and anything that isn’t your duty. But now that you gave me a chance would you rather be anywhere else?” Ingrid kept her stupid grin as she replied adoringly “No.” The smugness of Dorothea’s countenance deepened as she pulled back and rammed her massive cock deep into Ingrid’s lubricated backdoor.  Ingrid whimpered as her eyes rolled back, her cock flailing as it now leaked onto her toned navel. Dorothea moaned as she drove forward with thrust after long thrust. She hilted herself into Ingrid over and over as each thrust provoked shaking of the thick thighs, and fat, round ass that drove those thrusts. Dorothea’s giant balls crashed into Ingrid’s quaking reddened rear with each long thrust. Ingrid’s mewling quickly grew into cries, as her toes curled and Dorothea groped Ingrid’s jiggling breasts, as her unattended member fired thin ropes across her own face and tits. Ingrid licked her lips savoring the way her own flavor mixed with Dorothea’s. This display drove Dorothea to lean down and kiss Ingrid who locked her legs around the thick butt that now reamed her with short, fevered thrusts. Ingrid matched those thrusts with frantic bucks of her own hips as their kiss was broken by shared gasps, groans, and moans.  This pace could only last so long as they both reached a crescendo as Dorothea hilted herself one last time in Ingrid. They wrapped their arms around one another and kissed as Dorothea filled Ingrid’s already stuffed backdoor. As they kissed both of their chins were painted white as Ingrid found her last peak. Ingrid gasped one last time as Dorothea pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside an insensate Ingrid who murmured “thanks…” as she quickly found sleep. Dorothea was not as exhausted but was drifting off next to Ingrid until she felt a tongue licking its way up from her balls, to her half hard shaft, to the tip. Dorothea was surprised and had to look up. She saw Mercedes’ face smiling at her, who switched to stroking the fat dick with her hands as she reassured Dorothea “Thanks for letting me take a breather. I know you’re tired, but… I need this, let me do the work.” Dorothea gave a weary smile and nod back before Mercedes spun around and quickly lowered her curvy ass on Dorothea’s once again hard pillar. Mercedes let out a relieved sigh as she descended Dorothea’s thick length, it had been too long. She filled Annie all the time, usually multiple times a day, which was nice. But since they had left the Kingdom Mercedes hadn’t found anyone quite as huge as Dorothea to give her what she needed. As she bottomed out Mercedes delighted in the way Dorothea stretched her, in the feeling of her balls resting on top of Dorothea’s bigger ones. She whimpered as she began to roll her hips, ecstatic at the way the huge rod stirred her around in places long neglected.  Not one to be teased for long Dorothea brought her hand down giving Mercedes a smack on her fat rear as Dorothea bucked her hips driving even deeper. Mercedes gave a surprised cry at this as her own fat cock drooled on the bed in front of her. Nearly overwhelmed as she was Mercedes still had enough control to begin bouncing up and down her superior. Every time she bottomed out her rounded rear would jiggle as Dorothea and her shared gasps, groans, and sighs. Dorothea did little beyond lay back and enjoy the sight before her, occasionally bucking her hips to add to their mutual pleasure. Mercedes’ legs failed her as she wailed, finally getting what she needed, she peaked yet again firing rope after thick rope onto the bed in front of her. Dorothea sighed as she enjoyed Mercedes erratic clenching. Feeling her second wind as Mercedes came down Dorothea began rapidly bucking up into Mercedes. Mercedes could only struggle to hold herself high enough to receive the short thrusts as her round ass jiggled in response to the fevered reaming. They both sighed in total satisfaction and exhaustion as they reached their final release, with Mercedes neglected tool firing across the bed again, as she was filled. The pair wordlessly collapsed to the bed and joined Ingrid in a deep sleep.

Chapter 5 - Leonie/Lysithea B Support

Preface: I wanted to do post time-skip initially but found the support didn’t really lend itself to that. Thus, I decided to simply change Lysithea’s age to be one year older, in this story she’s 16. This is also my first futa on female fic so if you wanted more of the same sorry.  Leonie-Lysithea B Leonie walked into Lysithea’s chambers as the afternoon sun shone through the windows. Having finished her lunch, Leonie knew that Lysithea would be researching as always, she thought it would be nice to offer some help. Maybe if she did the girl would stop overworking herself “Hey, I'm about to take out the trash. Got anything you want me to take?” Lysithea, still preoccupied with the tome in front of her, motioned to the substantial buildup of papers on the side of her desk saying “Uh, how about these? Just some old study notes of mine.” Leonie, always hesitant to dispose of anything of even slight value, questioned “Wow, that's quite the pile there. You sure it's all fine to throw away?” Lysithea set her at ease, explaining “Of course. It's all safely stored in my brain now. If I concentrate, I can access any of it with ease.” Leonie gave a rueful smile; she had quickly become acquainted with Lysithea’s towering intellect. Before she left, Leonie let her admiration be known “Why am I not surprised? I wish I had even half your power of concentration. OK, here we go. Ugh...this is pretty heavy! Well, it'll be a good workout. Oh, but you were telling me not to take my training so lightly. Still, can't hurt to get a little exercise in. I'll just take it at a run. See you later!” As Leonie left Lysithea watched her and considered, even after she left Lysithea couldn’t help but think of the admiration she had been offered so genuinely. She had always found Leonie to be beautiful, even if she was unrefined, her lack of preening wasn’t messy like Ignatz but practical. Her utilitarian haircut simply spoke to how hard she worked and how little time she had for frivolity. An important and admirable trait they both shared. Leonie had carried Lysithea when she fainted, yet she hadn’t repaid her and instead had dissected Leonie’s training methods. It had been a way to try to impress her and demonstrate her maturity. Instead Lysithea had done little beyond expose her own insecurity. Seeing now that Leonie was honest, humble, and understanding Lysithea realized she should speak to Leonie tonight and just tell her the truth. Later that night, as Lysithea entered Leonie’s room, she found the older girl fletching an arrow. Seeing she had a guest she smiled and addressed Lysithea as she finished arranging the feather just so “Hm? What is it, Lysithea? Was there something in that pile of paper you wanted to hang on to, after all?” Lysithea was unaccustomed to apologizing, let alone expressing admiration and romantic feelings and struggled to find the right words saying “No, that's not it. There's just...something I want to say to you. I'm sorry for saying your way of doing things was inefficient. You've clearly grown plenty strong, doing things as you have. Not to mention multitasking and training in that way surely presents interesting challenges.” Leonie, understanding as ever, made it clear that Lysithea had never left her good graces “Well, sure. But, if everyone has their own methods, then your methods aren't wrong either. All you did was share with me, so there's no need for apologies. Still, it's probably me to imitate your levels of focus and concentration. How do you even manage to throw yourself into only one thing like that?”  Lysithea, not expecting to have to explain herself, hinted at the sad truth “I haven't much choice—I can't waste even a single moment.” Leonie responded, not grasping the underlying darkness, relating it to her own work ethic and ambition. “I can understand that. I'm sort of the same way. I hate feeling like I'm not getting enough work done. Anyway, you should just do what works for you. You've got something you want to achieve, right? That's why you feel pressured to study so hard.” Lysithea, still caught up in trying to wrench her thoughts away from the pit, responded absently “Yes...” Leonie merely took this as an indication of remaining guilt and made it clear she was more than happy to help “Then focus on what matters to you. Leave the rest to people who have the time for it. And hey, if you need any heavy lifting done, you know where to go! The way I see it, it's all training.” Lysithea smiled, never disappointed with the depths of Leonie’s generous and supporting nature “You know, Leonie. You're so kind, so strong...” Leonie was finally taken off guard responding in surprise “Whoa. What's with the compliments all of a sudden?” Lysithea, having never felt like this about anyone, prevaricated “I was just thinking what incredible partner you'd make. Really, you've got all of the perfect qualities!” Leonie was dumbfounded by the totally unexpected near confession blurting out “What?!” Lysithea, still unwilling to directly confess, reaffirmed her praise “I'm not simply saying that. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.” Leonie was still shocked, blindsided by the romantic nature of Lysithea’s statement even as she flushed, simply musing on the strangeness of the interaction “Ha, you're making me blush! What a strange way to compliment someone.” Finally accepting she would need to be direct Lysithea queried Leonie “Is it so strange, that I would have feelings for you Leonie? Could you never think of me as anything but a child in need of help?” The confusion on Leonie’s countenance mixed with uncertainty “It’s not that, though being three years older is a big difference. I just don’t see how a fancy, genius noble like you would be interested in a simple girl like me.” Lysithea calmly dismissed Leonie’s concerns “Do I seem like Lorenz to you? Nobody can save house Ordelia, least of all myself. But that isn’t what I intend to speak of. I need to know; do you feel as I do?” Leonie still seemed somewhat conflicted but bore a hint of a nervous smile nodding as she replied, “You’re amazing Lysithea, if you really thought about this, I want you too.” Lysithea simply smiled before leaning forward, slightly tilting her head to kiss the larger woman.  They kissed intensely for a time, holding one another tightly, before Lysithea pulled back. She panted as she said “I’ve never done anything like this, I never thought I had the time…” Leonie gave one of her comforting smiles responding “That’s no problem! First we should probably lose the clothes.” Lysithea merely nodded, happy to be directed in this capacity, as she began to undress. Leonie followed suit and soon they both stood before one another entirely unencumbered. Lysithea drank in the sight of Leonie’s toned body, her wide hips and powerful thighs, her round breasts which sat high on her chest. Leonie appreciated Lysithea’s more petite form, her smooth porcelain skin, her small but perky breasts, nipples hidden by Lysithea’s silken white hair. Though not as broad as her own hips Lysithea was still curvy. Leonie’s expression once again became one of shock as she looked down and took in the sight of the big, half hard dick and huge sack between Lysithea’s pale thighs. It was already bigger than the endowments of every mercenary and farm boy she had ever been with and they had varied in size. Seeing this hesitation Lysithea tensed up as she began to explain “Maybe I should have warned you about this, it’s normal for nobles but it probably seems wrong to you?” Leonie shook her head again and caressed Lysithea’s shoulders to try to get her to relax as she explained “You got nothing to explain, I paid attention in Manuela’s class, I just had no idea you nobles are like this all the time. I thought it would be a small thing used to pass down crests not… this. Really, it might make all this even better.” In response to her soothing words and touch Lysithea relaxed. Her endowment grew in response, now rock hard and throbbing. Lysithea, still a little uncertain, said “If it’s too big we can ju-“ Leonie interrupted as she fell to her knees saying “Are you kidding? I’m not just giving up!”  Lysithea could only watch with anticipation as Leonie began to stroke the monster in front of her. Now so close to her challenge at its full-strength Leonie marveled at the size of the thing, it was half again longer than her former biggest. But most of all the pillar was fat, maybe twice as thick, she had her work cut out for her.  She licked the pre that had beaded on the tip, savoring the powerful taste, before engulfing the giant head; her hands continuing to work the shaft as her mouth tried to adjust to the size of the thing. Lysithea gasped and sighed, hands clenched at her sides, as Leonie worked her way down the shaft. Soon it bumped the back of her throat and Leonie realized it was just too wide. Not one to be defeated she reluctantly let it slip from her mouth and began to vigorously to jerk the impressive rod. Not satisfied with merely using her hands she licked the pre that continued to bead at the tip one last time before going below to lavish kisses and suck on Lysithea’s huge nuts. Lysithea could only squirm and let out cute yelps as her huge package was serviced. Lysithea’s gasps turned to near hysterical wails and she barely managed to squeak out “Leo- Leonie I…” Leonie pulled back but continued her vigorous jerking as she asked “What-“ She was interrupted as a cry burst forth from Lysithea, a fat rope of Lysithea’s seed shooting across Leonie’s face, painting a line from her orange hair to her open mouth. Darting her head forward she quickly took as much of the shaft as possible into her mouth as she began swallowing to keep up with the rate at which she was being filled. Just as Leonie began to fear she couldn’t keep up with the seemingly ceaseless discharge Lysithea’s first release waned as she began to pant for air. Leonie savored the flavor before giving one last suck and pulling back breathless. She looked at the still hard glistening cock before her before she quickly stood up before addressing her lover “Wow you were really pent up, huh? Well that was a nice snack. Hope you’re ready for the main course!” Still breathing heavily Lysithea managed to give a dumb smile and nod which prompted Leonie to playfully push her down to the bed. Lysithea gasped and began to sit up but Leonie was already on top of her, straddling the woman’s narrower thighs.  Leonie gasped, before she reassured Lysithea, as she rubbed her long since wet sex along the glistening pillar “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.” Lysithea’s glassy eyes regained some of their focus, as she realized what this could mean, hesitantly saying “Are you sure we should do this, couldn’t you become with child?” Leonie smiled as she answered back “I take Manuela’s herbs for that, it’s fine.” With that Lysithea nodded as Leonie began to slowly lower herself on the massive endowment. Leonie let out a shuddering breath as the huge thing slowly spread her so very wide. It wasn’t quick or easy but when she finally bottomed out, she felt giddy, overwhelmed with fullness and satisfaction. Lysithea for her part gasped and squirmed, inadvertently stirring her fat cock around driving them both higher. Leonie moaned as she used her powerful legs to lift herself high enough that only the fat tip remained inside her. Servicing the huge rod that now stretched her so exquisitely had her worked up, she was already close. As she dropped down to the base, the thick round cheeks of her ass jiggled as she was suddenly impaled again sending her over the edge. Crying out as her quim gripped at Lysithea, trying to milk more seed from the younger woman, she quivered around the huge rod. Lysithea gasped as she was massaged, assailed also by the feeling of their mixed juices gushing down to coat the base of her shaft and her sack. Lysithea, concerned by the hysterical noises coming from Leonie, queried her “Is it too much?” Leonie regained enough composure to grin stupidly saying “It’s perfect.” Before leaning over, grasping Lysithea’s perky breasts for leverage as she began to rapidly buck her hips up and down taking her deep again and again. Lysithea could only try to keep her wailing to a reasonable volume as Leonie continually groped her and slammed herself down on the smaller woman’s fat cock. Leonie’s rounded rear shook back and forth as she rode the smaller woman at a fevered pace. As the cacophony of their moans grew Leonie’s tanned skin shone with the sweat provoked by her frantic riding. Lysithea grasped the blankets and began to buck back in time with Leonie. Leonie’s curves jiggled in response to their rhythm and Leonie found herself reaching a second peak. Being pounded even faster by Lysithea’s thick rod heightened the already sublime pleasure, now remaining upright and crying out was all she could try to do as she received what she craved. Soon it became too much and she almost collapsed forward on to Lysithea before she suddenly stopped as if held up by strong invisible blanket.  Leonie soon came back to her senses, a bit uncertain as she managed to ask, “Uh, Is this magic?” Lysithea explained “Don’t worry, you deserve a little break.” With that Leonie allowed herself to be lifted and rotated by some unseen force as Lysithea got up onto her knees. Leonie gasped as she felt the thick cock still deep inside her slowly rotate, now finding herself on all fours in front of Lysithea. Lysithea looked at the round, toned butt in front of her and began to knead it. This provoked a sigh from Leonie who shot a grin over her shoulder saying, “Having fun back there?” Lysithea smiled back, responding “It’s perfect.” Before she quickly drew back and drove forward deep into Leonie’s tightness. Leonie gasped and moaned, focusing on holding herself up with her elbows, her back arched to allow Lysithea’s huge dick to fill her as deep as possible. Leonie’s toes curled, overcome as Lysithea’s giant nuts crashed into her with every deep thrust. Lysithea grunted and sighed as she drove forward faster and faster, quickly beginning to sweat, not used to such physical exertion. Her long locks of white hair, displaced by her rutting, no longer exposed the curves of her perky, jiggling breasts.  Leonie was again overcome as her arms failed. She could only focus on crying her pleasure out into the bed below her and keeping her rear raised so the pillar so sublimely spreading her could continue its work. On the hands which greedily groped her quaking ass. As Leonie peaked yet again her quim spasmed finally succeeding in wringing the seed from Lysithea’s fat, pistoning cock. Lysithea cried out, as she hilted herself, blasting long jets of seed that painted Leonie’s womb white. Leonie mewled, filled so totally, she now felt her navel bulging ever so slightly. As they both basked in the afterglow Lysithea found herself exhausted, she could only lean over the butt she still gripped possessively, now panting for air. Hearing Lysithea’s weariness, but feeling the dick which had only grown harder, Leonie realized the mage had reached the end of her modest stamina. Leonie, having found her second wind, knew she should take charge again. She got up and leaned back twisting to draw Lysithea into a brief kiss. Breaking the moment of intimacy Leonie pushed the compliant Lysithea down such that she could once again ride her, this time in reverse. Lysithea, still panting, gasped as Leonie again began to impale herself on Lysithea’s fat cock. Her pillar continued to stretch the overstuffed cunt which leaked cum with every thrust. Lysithea drank in the sight of Leonie’s rounded ass jiggling with every impact. The curves of her shaking breasts barely visible past the toned muscles of her back. Every time Leonie bottomed out the fat head slammed up into her cervix provoking shared whimpers and moans. Seed dripped down Lysithea’s huge sack, a stream produced by the fevered riding. Leonie bounced again and again until finally she threw her head back, letting out a ragged moan, as again she came on the turgid rod. Seeing Leonie overcome Lysithea sat up as she spun her around using her magic. Leonie quickly understood and hooked one leg and then the other around the smaller woman’s curved hips. She used her legs to pull Lysithea down and draw her into a kiss. Lysithea’s petite breasts pressed into Leonie’s ample bust, their arms wrapping around one another tightly. They savored this moment of intimacy, but Leonie’s near insatiable need drove her to roll her hips, drawing a muffled moan from Lysithea. Soon the grinding became too much for Lysithea who drew back and slammed downward. Lysithea plowed her fat cock down into Leonie repeatedly, driving out more cum dripping across Leonie’s ass down to her bed. Her downward thrusts were matched by a buck of Leonie’s hips each time. Both let out moans as Lysithea’s rounded ass shook and clenched driving the pistoning which saw her huge nuts crashing into Leonie’s butt again and again. As their moans became breathless their pace grew fevered. Again, Leonie began to wail, heralding her final release. Her toes curled, as her cunt tightened, milking the giant invader. Lysithea was gripped so tightly she too cried out as she came a third time. She hilted herself as she fired rope after thick rope deep into Leonie.  Leonie let out a shuddering sigh, ecstatic as she was filled so thoroughly, again bulging slightly. They shared one final dazed kiss before Lysithea, softening, pulled out of Leonie’s immediately leaking, wrecked cunt with one final shared gasp. She collapsed next to Leonie, both panting, as they quickly found a satisfied sleep.

Chapter 1 - That Flyer Really Didn't Wanna Be Ridden

    Lifeline stared up at the branches of the highest tree on the rock formation next to market. She tapped her foot annoyed as she talked to Octane over the team com. “I’ve been resisting asking, Since I know ya did something… something so, so ya… but what happened?”     “It was awesome Hermana! I get a rush just thinking back on it. I landed on the back of a flyer and rode it. It put up such a fight. It really didn’t want to be ridden. When it finally looked back at me it screeched. I pulled the pin from a grenada and threw it into his mouth. I jumped off but before it exploded it latched onto my legs. Then boom!” Octane’s energy and excitement were palpable, though true to form,” … Ok I’m bored now. How much longer?” It never lasted long.     Lifeline found herself more annoyed as she was now slowly riding her D.O.C up to the tree to get one of his bionic legs out of the branches. “If it wasn’t for pathfinder.” Lifeline started.     “Hello friend! Nothing found at thunder dome! I will keep looking somewhere else!” Pathfinder interjected on the com with his usual robotic enthusiasm and helpfulness.     “Gracias” Octane looked through the scope of the sniper rifle that pathfinder left him. He was supposed to be using it to look for his legs from where he was left but instead he was just watching Ajay Che and keeping an eye out for any of the other legends. They were still in a match and though he didn’t show it, he was worried about her.     Ajay had to fight with the tree to get his leg. “This would be a lot easier if I had more leverage.” She pulled hard on the stubborn thing, finally yanking it free, the momentum sending her and doc spinning slowly. “Got it! It's the right leg, still in one piece too.”     “I know a good prosthetics guy.” Octane’s smirk was obvious in his tone..     “I am ya prosthetics guy, and ya lucky it's not broke. I’m going to head over to bunker then cross over into containment.” It was rapidly becoming obvious that she wasn’t in the mood for his shenanigans.     “Hey, I’ll get bored if you just leave me here.” Octane protested as he couldn’t keep an eye on her if she went over there.     “Think of it as punishment for being reckless during a match and making things harder on your teammates.” Ajay’s reply was no nonsense as she put the leg into the holder she had for the bigger guns on her back.     Several minutes passed, until she heard Octane as she was about to enter Bunker. “Pick me pick me pick me uuup, I’m so bored!”     “Quit ya whinging, Pathfinder can ya pick him up and drop him off on the other side of the river when ya head that way.” He really could be such an annoying child at times.     “Can do friend! Also, no leg in skull town” Pathfinder updated.     As lifeline exited the bunker a canister of Caustic’s gas went off, the toxic irritant causing her to cough up a storm as she retreated back into bunker closing the door behind her.     “You okay friend? I can zip over.” Pathfinder offered.     Octane gripped the sniper rifle as he used it to help move himself to get a better angle. He could use a sniper but was better with the shorter ranged to close ranged weapons, they were way more his style and comfort. This whole sitting and waiting was really against his style and he hated it more when Ajay got caught in a trap. Though at this point he felt like he had no right to say anything. Also, him pissing her off right now would not be good if she was going to get into a fight solo.     “He doesn’t seem to be *cough* close by *cough* I’m going to head around the outside. *cough cough* If ya not to far *cough* away ya could check to see if *cough* clear.” She broke down with a major coughing fit “While I take a minute to recover.” She managed to get out.     A few minutes later she opened the sliding door to bunker she used to enter. Then the loud echoing of a sniper shot rang through. Caustic collapsed to the ground at lifeline’s feet.     “Exciting! I've wiped out the whole squad.” Pathfinders voice came thru the com.     “Poor bastard. Good job.” She looked up towards the area pathfinder would be with the angle of that shot and threw her fist up in the air in a way to emphasize what she said.     Pathfinders victory made Octane very impatient and with the threat gone he couldn’t hold back. “Can you hurry up and find my leg compadres. Hurry hurry hurry!”     “Tch” Was the last thing that came over the mic until later. “I’m going to head over to Artillery and then up to relay.”     “Oh goodie you spoke. You must not be mad now. I am leaving our friend at the top of Cage.” Pathfinder commented     “I told you amigo, she couldn’t stay mad at me for long.”     “Ya still blocked and ya’ll stay that way.”     “Enemies are firing at me. Don’t worry friends I will be okay, My grapple is very useful for this. Keep searching.”     “Be safe compadre”     “Remember, Bleed, patch and keep moving. I’ll check ya later”     There was nothing either of them could do. Lifeline was to far away and Octane still with the lost legs. One thing they both knew was that the robot could handle himself. So she kept searching for the stupids leg. While He just kept fidgeting and failing to keep himself entertained.     Some time later, “I found ya damn leg. It's wedged in the rock formation above artillery.”     “Finally. I’m so very very bored! I mean very, very, very, very bored. Hurry Chica!”     Lifeline let out a sigh she knew pathfinder would be to busy with enemies. So she had to figure out a way to get it. D.O.C won’t work this time. She wouldn’t have enough leverage. She wandered around artillery. It seemed people already went thru it but she found a few scraps. Some syringes, a few arc stars, and a Mozimbique which she proceeded to ignore.     “This will do.” She spoke to herself after looking through her small lot.     “If your going to talk to yourself Hermana might want to mute the com. Oops never mind… You didn’t hear anything. Just your thoughts. Your better more fun thoughts. You should talk about them more.”     “Ya wonda why ya still blocked.”     “Lighten up Che… Mira You need to relax. Maybe lay off the caffeine.”     He was interrupted by the loud explosion that could even be heard from where he was. She threw enough arc stars that it dislodged and sent it flying and landing somewhere outside of the fence of artillery.     “Was that you?” Octane fidgeted in place, finger tapping the side of the gun with his impatient excitement.     “How else would I get ya damn leg out of a rock.”     “Thats awesome! Wish I was there to see it. Next time I blow off my legs maybe I can follow you on D.O.C.”     “I’m goin’ ta slap ya so hard when I get there.”     There was some silence which was a bit strange due to what she said. Then “oh look someone wandered into our safe space.”     It made her act fast that as soon as she spotted the intact leg she slid to pick it up and jumped right on to the zipline for the jump tower. This was one of those instances where she found herself thinking Octanes words. Faster faster Faster.     Meanwhile Octane managed to fire a few shots of the sniper rifle at the team taking down Mirage. The Bangalore threw her smoke up onto the floor blocking his view. He switched over to the Re-45 and listened. He couldn’t hear them just yet, but he had been doing this for a while, he trusted his instincts. At the last minute he pulled out 2 frags and tossed them at the door. The first blew up right as the door opened and Bangalore launched her smoke, the 2nd exploding to finish the job.     “2 down… now where’s-.”     “Looking for me?” Wraith said as she came out of the void.     She took her Kunai and cut him as he was helpless to move. “Ai! That hurts!” He couldn’t help but yell out in pain.     Ajay recognized when Silva was in real pain and it spurred her even faster. He was her…friend and the only one allowed to hurt him is her… and himself… most of the time it was himself.     Wraith cut him another time before stabbing him in the side with a wicked smile causing him to bleed out. “I always wondered what you looked like under that mask and goggles.”     He would have used his hands to stop her from removing them if he didn’t need them to try and slow the bleeding. Wraith is the only one that truly did kill people in the Apex games. She didn’t always it was like moods with her but he knew this time he could really die.     “Ajay Ayudame!” He called out so desperate it reminded her of that time…     She was in such a rush that she wasn’t exactly stealthy when running to cage. She could see the back of octanes head and how it slumped to the side against the metal squares. She really wished she had one of his jump pads or Pathfinders ziplines right about now. Her lack of her own increased movement seemed like such a detriment.     “Don’t ya worry I’m coming for ya!” She shouted as she just wanted him to know she was there.     That got wraiths attention fully and she proceeded to fire down thru those metal squares with the RE-45 she took. Lifeline dodged and slid into the lowest part of that tower for cover. Only one of the bullets hit her armor on the way there. She didn’t stay there for long as she headed up the ramp that led to the next floor. She went as high up as she could before the only way she could get higher from her position is the zipline provided. One that wraith would be waiting for her at. She felt like she didn’t have the time to run back out and take one of the ramps up. Even if she did getting the jump on Wraith was near impossible without something distracting her.     Ajay took as deep a breath she could in the final sprint before jumping on the zipline risking more than just her career for Octavio this time, “ya betta be there when I get up there.”     Octavio could see wraith who jumped down waiting at the door holding a peacekeeper. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible so she could get back to fulfilling her curiosity. There was a zipline on the outside of the building that led to a walkway around most of the outside of that floor. Then another 2 zipline across from each other in the middle that lead up to where he was. Anyone trying to get up those inner zip lines were easily covered from his floor.     Up came Ajay and as soon as she jumped off the line onto the walkway the doors were thrown open and Boom! The impact and damage from the peacekeeper shot gun made her instinctively jump back and fall off. It was pure luck that it didn’t hit her full on or she would be dead. She couldn’t save him if she was dead, so she made the smarter decision to  run off. She would have to use the ramp from the outer awnings that lead up to that floor.     After Octavio saw the shotgun blast connect he forced himself forward with only one arm. The other he held his side trying to keep the bleeding under control, hoping to make it to her. If he were to die he wanted to die with her. He managed to crawl over to the edge before falling off with a flip as he originally planned to hang off the side first. His fall out of his control he ended up landing hard on his back and his loud groan showed his pain. “Ah, no bueno!”     He got her attention again. Wraith turned and walked back figuring that she ran away, “That's done, now for that face.”     Octane forced himself onto his front and was going to crawl until Wraith came and grabbed his vest. She dragged him to the wall and forced him to sit up against it. It was the best way to get all the headgear he wore off and a good look at his face.     He used the energy he had left to try and put a fight and prevent giving her what she wanted. He couldn’t make it where he wanted before he would bleed out now. His eyesight began to fade in and out before being forced against the wall.     Ajay was counting the seconds mentally of how long she would have to get to him before he died. If this didn’t work she would die with him. She entered in from the other door kicking it open and rushing in. She managed to punch Wraith forcing her off him and back towards the other door now. She managed to get another hit in before Wraith on her own backed up enough to put herself in the doorway.     Lifeline threw her last arc star managing to stick her with it and punching her once more off the pathway. She watched it explode on the way down only standing there long enough to confirm she was dealt with.     “Octavio! Ya better not be dead.”     “Who told you that?” He joked to try and put her at ease before coughing. His goggles and mask sliding off as wraith did get as far as undoing them.     “I got ya.” She assured as she slowly lowered him onto his back.     Her training as well as her D.O.C. and a med kit she would be able to stop the bleeding and patch him up.     As he laid there while Ajay took care of him he couldn’t help but say what he wanted to say for awhile now. “I’m sorry about guilting you.”     “Don’t say what ya don’t mean.” Ajay warned with a stern face.     “I’m being serious Chica.” He was being serious but his natural avoidance invaded his voice.     “Now I know ya aint serious. Ya neva call me chica when serious.” She frowned.     “Che,” He started to move his arm.     “Don’t ya dare move. Ya lost a lot of blood. If ya weren’t so durable… or maybe its lucky, ya would be dead already.” She kept her voice calm, but the slight tremor in it betrayed that she  really was scared for him.     He kept moving his arm until his hand had rested on her bent knee. “Che, Do you know the reason I joined the games?”     “For the rush, as ya say a lot.” She was not in the mood for his playing.     “No, That's just what I tell my fans.” His hand squeezed her leg softly, “I joined for you Ajay. You don’t talk to me since that day. Only way I could get you to-.”     “Don’t ya toy with me Silva. I heard about what ya did when repulsor collapsed. Ya just had to race it. If Wattson wasn’t ya damn teammate that day, Ya would have been dead.”     “Your like a broken disco de vinilo… record.” His hand slid off of her leg he felt himself getting really weak.     “Ya betta stay awake Silva.” she ordered.     “Ajay…Ayudame…Estoy enamorado de ti.” He said before passing out.     Out of everything he said she only recognized and understood Ayudame. It meant help me which she was going to keep doing. She pulled out a needle out of her baggy pocket, and stabbed him in the chest before pushing the plunger, injecting him with the liquid.     His almond shaped hazel eyes popped open, “Nap times over.”     “How is that ya natural response to near death calls?” She couldn’t help but find that astounding.     He stared up towards the sky as he still was very weak. He needed the silence to gather his thoughts for his next move. He knew what he said before passing out. He also knew how his waking comment would invalidate what he said before passing out. He needed to tell her when he could move more so she could understand what he meant.     “Now ya quiet.” Ajay commented after some time passed in silence.     He moved his head to the side, “I’m waiting.”     “When have ya been known to wait without whinging.” She teased as he was pretty much out of danger.     He laughed for what she said was true. “Ow that hurts.” The laugh causing him pain.     “Just a bit longer and then Doc can take care the rest.”     “Que bueno trabajo.” He praised.     She pulled out D.O.C when it was his turn, who hovered next to Octane. She then attached the three “tentacles” to him which then proceeded to glow and go to work. She then sat on the floor her back against the wall. She let out a relieved sigh but felt exhausted. She didn’t understand why she was. This was no different than her usual line of work. Yet here she was resting back against the wall wanting to take a nap staring at Silva.     It really felt like a long time since she had seen his face fully. Her eyes subtly looked over the features of his attractive face even with the scaring. Just under the chin was a round like indentation of a scar. Then more shrapnel like scarring going up the front of his chin and a bit on the sides of his jaw line. The face mask he always wore barely covered it.     “Ya know… I almost forgot ya had hazel eyes.” She commented.     “I know, Sexy right?” he was honestly surprised by the comment and stared back into her beautiful brown eyes.     “Heh, I walked into that one.” She then turned her head to the side and just stared into the empty space.     He rested his hand on her leg squeezing it tighter this time. “por favor mira?”     When she didn’t he forced himself to sit up and place his hands on her shoulders. “What ya doin? Ya need to rest longer.”     “Later… Por favor mira?” He asked again almost begging.     She wasn’t sure what he wanted. What did he want her to look at. If it was him she was looking at his body worried that he could reopen his wound. Still it was not what he wanted. She slowly looked at his face then up into his eyes.     “Ajay. Ayudame, Estoy Enamorado de ti… Ajay help me, I am in love with you.” The way he sounded so desperate to get what he was saying across. The look on his face the way he was shaking, Even his most serious playing was never this convincing.     “Octavio…” It also made her feelings unable to ignore now, but she kept control. She couldn’t just jump into it because she didn’t want to be betrayed or hurt by someone she loves again. “I need to know why if what ya said earlier was true. Why ya raced the collapse if it wasn’t for just the rush.”     It wasn’t what he wanted to hear and his shoulders drooped just a bit as he dropped his hands to his sides. But he knew Che and what she has been through and he knew what he did too. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy when he finally realized his own feelings not long after she blocked him.     “Your attention. If I was reckless and you saw or heard about it at least for that moment your thoughts would be of me. So then maybe you would talk to me. Even when we are on the same te-”     “Ya selfish.” Ajay cut him off.     Then before he could say anything she grabbed the back of his neck and planted her lips on his. In that kiss the desire and feelings they both have had for one another washed over them. Her tongue parted his lips and slipped in his mouth and played with his. He was filled with another sort of rush. One that was even better than the Adrenaline.     Still she was a medic so she also used this kiss to slowly lower him to lay back on the floor. They also couldn’t go further due to the D.O.C. and…     “Am I interrupting? Should I leave?” Pathfinder said as he stood there next to them.     Ajay broke off the kiss and grabbed his stuff and and quickly placed it on his face before sitting back against the wall again. They couldn’t really be mad or hold it against him. Pathfinder was just too naive. Besides his interruption was better for octane.     “Its alri’ Path.” Lifeline assured.     “I didn’t hear anything for awhile after that distress. So I came to check on you friends… I see you found the legs. In one piece to. Woo hoo.” Pathfinder had the excited heart face on his screen.     “I know. Awesome durability, right amigo?” He replied as he adjusted the mask and goggles.     “There is one team left friends.” Pathfinder informed.     “Let’s do this! Soon as I put on my legs.”     Octane barely got his legs reattached before. “I’m opening up the skies!” echoed around the Cage. Before they knew it, all three were knocked out

Chapter 8 - Yuri/Constance + Ashe/Hapi

As Ashe rounded the corner and entered the Blue Lions classroom he hesitated, confronted with Constance and Yuri in a heated discussion. The normally bright classroom illuminated only by the great fireplaces, no light streaming through the great window on this moonless light. Hapi noticed this and acknowledged him “Hey Freckles, we’re sort of in the middle of something.” Ashe nodded as he walked towards them and explained “I know, I’m here to help Constance out with her research just like you.”  Arriving, Ashe extended his hand to the no longer bickering Constance. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Constance.” Her face lit up with a grin as she giggled before she grasped his hand as she replied “Indeed it is. A proper civil greeting is a rarity among this indecorous lot, I can tell you will make an exemplary test subject!”  Confusion washed over Ashe’s countenance as he replied “I assumed you just needed help bartering for reagents, I know how to strike a deal better than any noble I’ve ever met…” Constance kept her grin as she dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand which also sent the great doors to the classroom slowly closing “A lesser sorceress might have required such aid, and in honesty I may for future endeavors, but my sublime genius has allowed me to contrive a miraculous spell with no need of costly reagents.”  Still looking confused Ashe questioned further “Well, okay, but what exactly is this spell you need… to test?” Constance grin became manic as she began gleefully ranting “It truly is miraculous; it will greatly facilitate the maintenance of the crest system. The extent of this facilitation will be to an even greater degree than the spells by which the church has, for millennia, endowed originally female nobles such as myse-” Yuri had been rolling his eyes for some time and finally interrupted “She’s going turn us girls.” Ashe gaped and looked to Constance whose face dropped as her eyes narrowed on Yuri before she looked back to Ashe and tried to assuage his concerns “As our oafish friend so basely explained, the inversion of gender is the means by which my spell will accomplish the formerly stated feats.” Ashe glanced back at the great doors which barred his exit before returning his gaze to the group and asking, “Is this a joke?” Hapi replied “Listen Freckles, we’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I’ve looked over the spell and got Constance to revise it to last a couple hours. I know it’s weird, but it really would make this fucked up Crest system a bit less awful.” Yuri added “It’s up to you, but I know you always do the right thing. Besides as the soon to be head of house Gaspard maintaining good relations with Nuvelle just across the border is the responsible thing to do.” Ashe looked conflicted and turned to Yuri as he questioned further “What’s in this for you?” Yuri shrugged as he replied “I rarely pass up a chance to become even more beautiful. Besides it’s the right thing to do, that’s why I’ve been helping Constance with it since she first suggested it.” Ashe hesitated for a moment before nodding as he finally gave his consent “Fine, you’re right. You can cast it now.” Constance’s face lit up as she giggled before she clarified “I knew you would see the merit in such a noble endeavor! Your eagerness is appreciated however before we begin both of you should dispense with your clothing.” Again, Ashe looked to Yuri, and seeing he had already begun to remove his clothes Ashe sighed and mirrored him. Constance used her magic to pull the black board from the front of the room to the center before transmogrifying its surface to serve as a mirror. Hapi lit up the room with various magical lights and extinguished the great fireplaces. Soon Ashe flushed as he tried to avoid acknowledging the fact he was able to clearly see himself and Yuri naked standing in the middle of the classroom. Ashe’s breath caught as he felt Hapi place her hands on his shoulders prompting her to say “Relax, you know I’ve healed a lot of people and this really isn’t too different.” Ashe frowned at that but exhaled and Hapi looked to Constance who nodded.  Both of their hands were suffused with green light which overtook Ashe and Yuri. A dull warmth accompanied the light, but it was mere moments before they were completely transformed. Ashe had already been shorter than Hapi but now she could clearly see Hapi’s eyes over her shoulder taking in her new form. Hapi stared through the mirror at Ashe’s large but still perky breasts which exceeded even Hapi’s considerable bust in size. Her now long hair bore a sheen; it was almost a dark silver rather than the dull grey it had once been and was finer and softer. Hapi’s eyes roamed lower and took in the sight of the narrow waist which flared out to broad hips and powerful thighs.  Hapi stepped back and her eyes were drawn to the newly weighty cheeks of Ashe’s rounded ass. Hapi muttered, trying to keep the desire from her tone “Wow Freckles, you were cute before, but wow.” Ashe said “thanks…” registering her newly soprano voice as she absently raised a hand to her face. Her face flushed as she admired how much more delicate the features were, touching her cheek and marveling at how soft and sensitive her skin now was.  Yuri had a bittersweet smile as she saw how much more beautiful her face was now even as it lacked the elaborate makeup she painstakingly applied each morning. She admired the way her ample breasts jiggled as she twisted her form to look at the way her curved rear jutted out enticingly. Constance giggled as her eyes roamed hungrily over Yuri’s newly voluptuous form, even more manic at the extent of the success saying, “My genius truly knows no bounds, and I finally have unequivocal proof of it!” Yuri gave a wry smile at that as she replied in her newly alto voice, “For once, Shady Lady, you’re justified in your egomania.” She giggled again replying “Acerbic though your acknowledgement was I see even you have found some respect.”  Hapi and Constance leering and the beauty of their exposed new forms had a heat building between their legs as the mixture of embarrassment and arousal spurred Ashe to ask “So, uh, what’s next?” Constance began to explain even as her eyes still roamed over Yuri’s new curves “Well Hapi and I have more spells to cast, though your transformation appears flawless on the surface further evaluation is prudent.” Ashe nodded her assent before her breath caught once again as Hapi gently grasped her wrists and began to run her hands up Ashe’s supple arms. Ashe quivered as she struggled so suppress moans at the inadvertent stimulation of her apparently very sensitive skin. Hapi noticed Ashe shuddering and stopped before asking “Does it hurt?”  Ashe shook her head as she managed to reply weakly “N-no, continue. Please.”  Yuri was in contrast shameless, sighing and letting out shuddering breaths as Constance’s hands roamed her supple form. It wasn’t long before Yuri was rubbing her thighs together with need. Constance tried to maintain some level of professionalism even as her fat cock tented her skirts, her face flushed. She muttered as her hands caressed Yuri’s velvety new form “Remarkable, though the mass of your upper body is reduced the loss of strength is negligible, especially in the context of your lower-” at this point her hands began gently cupping Yuri’s large breasts which immediately provoked a whine to which Constance queried, “Is that a cause of discomfort?” At that Yuri giggled slightly, licking her full lips as she stared down at Constance’s hardness, before replying “Not exactly, the source of my discomfort…” She grasped and pressed down on Constance’s shoulders who knowingly dropped to her knees as Yuri finished “is lower.” Constance replied with no longer suppressed desire in her tone “Of course, allow me to take responsibility.” She lunged forward tonguing Yuri as she plunged a finger into Yuri’s soaked cunt pulling a wail from the taller woman. Ashe watched in petrified fascination, now rubbing her own wide thighs together as she let out labored breaths. Hapi had a wry grin and shook her head even as her own skirts bulged visibly saying “Leave it to Coco to make a situation even crazier than those raunchy stories you told me.” Ashe smiled but still looked conflicted as she replied breathily “Yeah this really takes the cake…” Hapi smiled back and placed a hand of one of Ashe’s broad hips as she looked Ashe in her light green eyes “So Freckles, what’s our part in this story?” Ashe hesitated only a moment before embracing Hapi as she kissed her hungrily. She moaned into the kiss as she bucked her wide hips against Hapi, soaking Hapi’s skirt as she grinded against the fat cock constrained only by a layer of cloth.  Hapi reached lower and grasped the cheeks of Ashe’s rounded ass. Ashe threw back her head and moaned at the sensation but whined as Hapi suddenly broke away. Hapi swept the papers off the closest desk before lifting Ashe and placing her on the edge. Ashe spread her thick thighs and cried out as Hapi dropped to her knees and immediately began licking and fingering Ashe’s pussy. Ashe writhed, breasts heaving and toes curling as Hapi pulled cries from her. Yuri’s moans were now ragged as Constance pushed her higher and higher. Eventually she wailed, leaning over, tangling her fingers in Constance’s flaxen hair as her cunt spasmed around Constance’s fingers. As she finally came down Yuri stumbled back, leaning against a desk as Constance collapsed supine, gasping for air. Yuri immediately noticed Constance’s fat cock, painfully hard as it pointed at the ceiling. She smirked as she moved forward and began to lower herself, letting out a heavy sigh as the thick shaft stretched her cunt. Constance let out a whimper as her neglected cock spurted a rope of pre up into Yuri’s tightness. Yuri moaned at the feeling before she finally bottomed out, letting out a shuddering breath as her cunt stretched to handle the huge dick. Yuri sighed as she gradually lifted her hips, the fat head of Constance’s cock straining her walls. Constance couldn’t take it anymore, moaning as she seized Yuri’s round breasts and thrust upwards. Yuri wailed as she was suddenly full again, her legs shaking as she strained to hold herself high enough to continue taking the fat cock. The round cheeks of Yuri’s ass jiggled with very thrust as Constance’s hands mauled Yuri’s chest. As Constance claimed Yuri over and over her heavy balls swung up and crashed unto Yuri’s quaking rear. Their moans were desperate as Constance’s perky breasts shook. Their voluptuous forms were flushed and shone with sweat as they finally peaked. Yuri’s legs gave out as she wailed, her cunt spasming as it milked the fat cock that swelled even further as it began to fill her. Constance moaned as she fired rope after thick rope, completely stuffing Yuri. The overspill dripping down Constance’s balls as they both panted in the afterglow.  Ashe’s moans had grown louder and louder until she came undone. Her back arched as she wailed, her legs pressing Hapi against her cunt as she writhed on the desk. As Ashe came down she panted, staring at the ceiling glassy eyed. She barely registered Hapi climbing on the desk until the fat, throbbing head of Hapi’s huge olive dick was suddenly right in front of her mouth. Ashe’s light green eyes lit up with desire as she leaned forward and lapped at the tip, savoring the taste of the pre that had beaded on the tip. This was all the invitation Hapi needed as she fell forward, filling Ashe’s mouth with her fat cock. It took some time but Hapi finally bottomed out. Ashe tongued the huge balls which rested against her chin as Hapi bit her lip, straining to suppress a sigh. She began to slowly saw her thick shaft in and out of Ashe’s hungry throat. Ashe’s tongue massaged the throbbing rod as her fingers sank into the hefty spheres of Hapi’s ass inviting her to truly claim her. Hapi grunted as she began to slam into Ashe faster and faster. Her heavy sack slapped into Ashe’s reddening chin as her curved ass jiggled with every impact. Ashe pulled Hapi’s cheeks ever harder, needing more. Hapi growled as her flushed form shook every time she slammed down. Finally, she roared as she hilted herself, firing jet after thick jet down Ashe’s throat. Ashe’s tongue massaged the shaft as it throbbed, savoring the taste as it filled her stomach. Soon, though, she needed to breathe and pushed against Hapi’s thighs. Not finished Hapi let out a surprised gasp as she continued firing, filling Ashe’s mouth as she withdrew before covering Ashe’s face in hot cum. Ashe panted as she laid back, wiping her eyes as she licked her lips, before swallowing down Hapi’s seed. Yuri leaned over Constance as they both caught their breath but when she felt Constance throb inside her again she felt her own need rise again. Yuri rolled off Constance, gasping as the still hard rod left her, and laid prone. Constance only looked for a moment, registering Yuri’s seductive look and swaying of her wide hips, before following Yuri. She grasped Yuri’s plump ass as she sawed her fat cock between the round cheeks and giggled. Yuri looked back and raised an eyebrow to which Constance beamed before she abruptly rammed into the hilt. Yuri threw back her head and wailed as each of Constance’s powerful thrusts began to drive cum from her Yuri’s already stuffed cunt. The lewd squelches elicited were accompanied by the slap of Constance’s hips against Yuri’s jiggling rear. Constance sighed as her rhythm drove both of their breasts and asses to shake. Yuri occasionally bucked back but struggled to do anything beyond cry out as she clutched the floor Constance was pounding her into. Constance savored the sweet cries as she admired Yuri’s shaking curves and the glossy lilac hair that had fanned out across the floor and her toned back. This spurred Constance’s relentless plowing even faster as she sent both of them higher and higher until finally she wailed. Her fingers sank deeper into the fat cheeks of Yuri’s ass as she hilted herself and pumped another load deep into Yuri. Yuri’s cries were ragged as being filled again sent her over the edge. She gripped the huge shaft overfilling her as seed leaked onto the floor. Hapi climbed off the desk and looked to Ashe who finally finished wiping her eyes and returned her nervous smile. Hapi apologized “Sorry if I overdid it.” Ashe gave her a smile both reassuring and seductive, spreading her thick thighs as she replied, “I know how you can make it up to me.” Hapi pulled Ashe to the edge of the desk before beginning to slowly work her way into Ashe’s soaked cunt. Ashe whimpered and shut her eyes as Hapi’s fat cock finally stretched her out. By the time Hapi bottomed out Ashe was already on the edge. Hapi pulled back before hilting herself again, sending Ashe into an orgasm. Ashe wailed as Hapi continued stuffing her, Hapi enjoying the spasms of Ashe’s tightness. She grunted as she admired Ashe’s silvery hair spread across the desk and the way her large round breasts shook with every thrust. Ashe’s gasped and cried as Hapi seized her jiggling tits caressing and squeezing them as she continued slamming herself home. Ashe opened her eyes and seeing Hapi’s own curves jiggling as they glinted with sweat sent her over the edge again. She wailed as she wrapped her legs and arms around Hapi, holding her close as she clenched around the fat cock stretching her. Hapi panted, catching her breath as she enjoyed Ashe’s sweet cries. After a short time, she found her second wind kissing Ashe as she began to hammer Ashe with short thrusts against her cervix. Ashe whimpered into the kiss as her hands and legs clutched Hapi’s back and waist. Faster and faster Hapi slammed home until finally Hapi threw her head back and roared as she began to unload. Ashe gave a ragged cry, peaking one last time, her legs and arms holding Hapi close as her toes curled. Hapi bit her lip as she stuffed rope after thick rope into Ashe’s depths. Hapi scarcely had the strength left but managed to lift Ashe off the desk and, joining Yuri and Constance on the floor, they all fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Chapter 0 - Good intention (prologue)

                                                                         Prologue After Geralt and Ciri with the help of sorceresses and other friends managed to defeat the Wild Hunt, not much rest from the battles and spending time with Ciri Gerald goes to Toussaint on the order of the Anna Henrietta . Since Ciri has decided to refuse her father's offer they along with Triss and Yennefer deceive the Emperor by telling him that His daughter died saving the world from the white flood. A black-haired sorceress told him that news. Yennefer has repeatedly provided sexual services to the Emperor and his subjects . Basically, during the negotiations, the sorceress sat under the table and sucked the guests . Although Yennefer did not really like to do blowjobs because she was very squeamish, but since most of the Emperor's subjects had more or less clean cocks , so it was not a big problem for her, of course sometimes there were dirty ones, but she dutifully sucked on them Unlike his subordinates, to whom Yennefer provided mostly oral services (with the exception of a couple of soldiers), the Emperor could use Yennefer as he saw fit . And it was for this reason that the Emperor believed a powerful sorceress, believing her to be very loyal ,but in reality she was just a lustful whore, although she hid it masterfully Triss had a role to play in this plan . She got the dirtiest job in every sense of the word . Yennefer always looked up to the red-haired witch and considered her too "simple", besides, she could not forgive her relationship with Geralt, and in many ways that is why this job went to her (although Ciri herself wanted to do it). The task was to convince the soldiers who saw the witch alive to keep their mouths shut . Triss knew of only one humane way to convince a man of anything, and that way was to fuck him . Although Yennefer offered to erase their memories, Triss refused, saying that her magic powers would not be enough for everyone, as opposed to her lewd ass, as she herself believed At least a few platoons had seen Ciri alive, so Triss had a lot of work to do. Triss was very excited about what she would have to do with all these people. This was not the first time for Triss that she had often sold her ass in the hope of making a profit, unlike Yennefer, who could have sex with any man just because her pussy was wet, Triss traded her pussy for profit, regardless of whether it was a favor, information, or a couple of crowns . She also tried to impose this philosophy on Ciri from An early age. And here she was, Triss Merigold, the great sorceress, the former adviser to the king, on all fours in a dirty soldier's tent, sucking dirty, unwashed, sweaty after the battle members of the soldiers, along the way taking in her elastic ass glistening with sweat and sperm red-hot members . Her firm Breasts shake as she is fucked in her non-closing anus and open pussy surrounded by red pubic hair. -- O ..... Ah.... M-m...fuck,- Merigold moaned when her mouth wasn't full of cock . -- Mmm....Maybe!! ... You, - Triss squeaked as another soldier entered her ass, - Hey, take it easy on my ass, I have another group to go to !   At this time, Ciri, dying of boredom, decided to ignore Triss's request to stay in her tent . She pulled her hood up and decided to take a little walk around the camp. Walking among the soldiers tents she saw two nilfgaardians drinking wine. Hiding her face she approached the drunks and greeted them -- Hey hi, see you here victory celebrate - Grinned at the witch - can I borrow a bit of wine ? --"What the hell are unknown individuals doing in our camp, and armed ones, too?- the first soldier objected. -- You better get the fuck out of them* While I didn't get the sword, and by the way where is he ?!- Added the second. "I guess I'll have to use the Triss method,” Ciri thought to herself. -- Calm down guys, I just wanted wine . How about a deal , you give me wine ,and in return I get down on my knees and suck your unwashed dicks juicy and slobbery, and if you want I can lick your sweaty balls -- Ok- Happily yapped the first soldier-- it's been a long Time since I've had a blow job except for the wife of the guy we hanged, I hope you swallow, whore . -Don't worry I didn't eat anything in the morning, so I would love to treat myself to protein --licking her lips said a lustful gray-haired girl. Ciri went behind the tent and knelt down in front of the men . The men smelled of cheap wine and urine. Having lowered their trousers ( since they themselves are not able to )Cirilla punched in the nose the sharp smell of unwashed genitals . It was the smell that, for some reason she didn't understand, made her both repulsive and lustful . Before her eyes were half-grown cocks surrounded by a tuft of black pubic hair . Pushing the foreskin away from them, the smell of urine increased . The heads of the penis were covered with a thin layer of smegma. Wincing at the smell the witch said --Have you ever washed them?! --I told you we haven't had blowjobs in a long time , now shut up and suck it ,bitch!-- the soldier said through clenched teeth ” And why did I offer to lick their balls "-- thought Ciri – " these Sweaty balls smell like Aeramas cheese!” "Well , I've had worse things in my mouth, anyway," Сirilla tried to reassure herself. Sticking out her tongue, Ciri licked the entire smegma first from the first member, then from the second member . having gained tolerance, Ciri took a medium-sized penis in her mouth to the very balls and began to roll it with her tongue . Darting from one member to another, Cirilla did not spare her mouth, drool mixed with grease rolled down her chest. After taking a short break, Ciri unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a second-size breast with protruding stone nipples wet with saliva. Bringing the soldiers to orgasm licking their balls and choking on the pubic hair that kept climbing into her mouth the witch finished her work --Give me your mouth, you dirty cocksucker!!-- One of the soldiers shouted. Before Ciri could say a word, She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue . Taking in her mouth all her portion of sperm, fighting the smell and taste, she swallowed everything. Unable to stand it, the second soldier finished on her face and shirt. Licking her lips Ciri said --Fuck, again explain to Yennefer where I have sperm on clothes. Anyway, can I have a little wine now ? Ciri Asked. The soldier tossed her the half-empty bottle he'd been drinking from . --Hey ! What the fuck ?--Ciri Said --You didn't say much yourself, --the soldier Laughed. -- Bastard--Whispered viciously Witcher and picking up the bottle went closer to the tent where in all holes fucked Triss Finding a secluded spot, she emptied the bottle almost in one gulp, trying to get rid of the taste of cum in her mouth . After a while, Ciri decides to masturbate to the sweet moans of Triss . Briefly tugging her pussy, the gray-haired girl ends up and falls asleep . The next morning, Triss came out of the tent . Her pussy was leaking thick white liquid, her hair was disheveled, there was a crooked bra on her chest and it was all her clothes that she found. Ciri came out to meet her and said with a mischievous smile: --Triss, you have something stuck in your teeth. When she found some pubic hair in her mouth she blushed and said --That's why the guy groaned . I see you had an interesting night, too! --Triss said, looking down at the semen-smeared shirt.             Three days have passed since then , and the news has reached the Emperor that in fact his daughter is alive, and the witches have brazenly deceived him, the great Emperor.He begins a new persecution of witches and announces the search for his daughter .

Chapter 9 - Not so boring afterall

The bathroom in the direction they went was a good distance away from the bench. He didn’t think it was a good idea to stand around there so he waited at one of the small shops nearby. It was a strange one to him where they would write your name on a small grain of rice and put it in a small bottle on a bracelet or necklace. He tapped his foot bored and impatient as he watched the man work on one.     “There you are!” He shouted and ran up to Ajay.     “I can find my way back from here. S'amuser” Wattson doing her wave before wandering off not wanting to intrude any further.     “Adios.” He couldn’t help but feel happy it would be just them again.     “See ya later.” Ajay flashed her a peace sign before giving him her full attention. “So what ya want to ride next?”     He stared at the sign a good distance behind her that had the map with the location and names of all the rides. He wanted to choose a slower ride this time cause of what she said before the bumper cars. “Let's go ride the haunted house.”     She laughed, “That ride is going to be so corny and slow for ya.”     “Could be fun.”     She shrugged “Ok. Lets go.”          The outside of the ride had a large dilapidated house facade with a clock tower. The speakers would play at random the sounds of owls, broken clock chimes, Howling and ghastly laughter. They sat next to each other in these oblong carts that you entered from the front with a security bar that the operator pulled up to close the opening.     The ride moved at a leisurely pace thru the gate entrance that opened and closed quickly behind them. It would have left them in darkness if Octane’s tubes didn’t glow in the dark. Neither of them choosing to comment on it and instead look up at the first attempt of scaring the ride used. a glowing skeleton fell from the ceiling in front of them and swung across with a laugh and light revealed a whole bunch of skeletons hanging from the trees. One had an animatronic crow with an eyeball hanging out of its mouth.     “If they are all skeletons where did the crow get the eye?” Ajay questioned.     Octane shrugged with a humming I don’t know response. Later there was a zombie missing most of its torso using its arms to walk around the kitchen. “I know a good prosthetics guy if your interested?!” He shouted out to him with a laugh.     There was a room filled with nothing but a strobe effect and what looked like people who were buried in concrete walls. The cart spinning slowly while it moved up while ghastly screams rung thru the room. He danced with his upper body and she joined him as they pretended they were at a club.     “Now this is a party room! Rippa!”     Not long after that room was a room with a mad scientist theme. The scientist was really thin, hunched over and had an exaggerated smile on his face. Colored smoke billowed from the beakers on the table.     “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Caustic smile.”     “Hope he doesn’t sonreír like that.”     “Doubt it… Maybe like Santa”     “That’d be crazy chica.”     The ride was over and it didn’t even stand a chance of scaring them. Still they walked away with a good time and a picture they took at the exit. They rode some more rides before actually sitting down and eating more substantial food. She had 3 crunchy carnita tacos with beans, lettuce tomato and cheese. He ordered less than usual getting a double cheeseburger with all the trimmings and avocado with a large fries which she took some of.     “You can robar other food from my plate. I always steal yours.” He said as he leaned fully over the table taking a bite from a taco she already bit into.     “If ya give permission its not stealing anymore.”     “Then can I have your permission to?”     “No.”     “Stealing’s more fun anyways.” As he just takes another bite of her taco.     “Ooo I’m such a hard target” She responded sarcastically before finishing the rest after he put it down.     Already changing subjects, “There are still more rides to try.”     “Ya have tried all the high velocity ones now.”     “So?” He put his mask on after finishing his drink anxious about it being off so long in public.     “I did agree to meet up with Makoa and Natalie in… about an hour now at the Midway.”     He was a little disappointed as he wanted all her attention. He got over it when he recalled some of the games he saw when they walked past it multiple times. “Then we better get going!” He jumped up and grabbed her hand pulling her out of the chair.     They rode a few more rides the last one before they would meet up with the others was the Tunnel of Love.     “I’m kind of surprised” She commented as they waited in line.     “Why? We’re in love.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.     “That's not it. Its…” She just shook her head with smirk getting an idea wrapping her arm around his waist. “Neva mind.”     Despite the short line the wait was longer than any ride they have gone on so far. It was the longest ride in the Carnival and the operators made sure there was some distance between each boat for privacy. The boats were simple, small and painted red. A single backed bench seat for two people with a safety bar to hold onto when entering or exiting the boat.     Octane watched the other couples get into the boats and planned to mimic it. Until it was their turn and Ajay fully jumped into the boat landing with both feet causing it to rock and splash some water up and onto the ground. She turned to him and smirked with a sort of eagerness easily picked up on. He smiled beneath his mask as he did an even higher jump landing on the seat itself before hopping down and quickly sitting. He grabbed her hand and tugged her to sit down and close next to him not letting it go.     The operators only caring enough to keep things going ignored the actions of the two. The boat was held back only a few seconds before it was sent on its way into the dark heart shaped tunnel entrance. It floated leisurely along the water bumping gently at times against the walls of the man made stream. It was dark and relaxing which was lost on Octane as his leg farthest from her bounced side to side in boredom.     Expecting and almost counting on his boredom she took the hand he wasn’t holding and ran it up his thigh to his pelvis and back down. She turned and leaned more into him and in a knowing tone, “Boring huh?”     “REEEALLY boring.” His leg froze in place and looked up at the ceiling not wanting to assume but hoping.     The boat went around a bend and a glow could be seen in the distance. He let her hand go when she pulled it away and looked over at her when she pulled his hood down. The pink glow of hearts getting bright enough to see each other. He stared at her smiling as he reclined back his shaft already straining eagerly at the prospect against the restricting denim.     She was adjusting to a better position when he wrapped an arm around and pulled her against him. She placed her hand on his chest using it to push herself away enough to adjust to a more comfortable position. Her head resting on the front of his shoulder, her leg hooked around his closest leg.     Ajay didn’t waste any time as she grabbed the zipper to his hoodie and unzipped it. Her hand quickly and softly gliding back up the revealed warm flesh causing a shiver to run down his spine. She kissed his neck before sucking on it as her hand rubbed and teased his trapped member.     He clenched his teeth in an attempt to prevent himself from speeding things up. It didn’t work as he removed his mask a few seconds later and squeezed her against him in a kiss. His other arm unbuckling and unzipping his pants freeing his member from its confines.     Just as soon as it was free he loosened his hold and the kiss ended. His sizable member resting against his stomach ready and eager for her attention. A smirk came to her lips when she glanced down followed by a small amused laugh.     She took the palm of her warm soft hand and ran up the underside and over the head pulling it up before going down the top. She did the same thing again in reverse making sure to keep it upright causing an exhilarating shiver to run up his spine.     Her palm against the underside and her thumb against the top she slid her hand up from the base gripping it lightly. When her palm reached the mushroom head it stopped her thumb continuing to slide up over and rubbing the top a few times before sliding it back down. It got dark again so he rested his head back and closed his eyes letting himself get lost already in her skilled hand. She repeated this a few times each time causing a small shutter when her hand would reach the top with a soft moan.     “Please don’t stop Ajay.” He pleaded softly as he opened his eyes when she took her hand away.     She didn’t respond but the glow got bright enough again to see her. His eyes widened a bit at her as she had her fingers in her mouth sucking and licking them. Her tongue playing between her fingers but before he could stare long she sat up placing her other hand over his eyes.     “Don’t stare!” This was the first time she wasn’t prepared with some sort of lube.     He easily moved his head and grabbed the wrist of the hand she was licking. “Let me do it then! I don’t want to be stopped from seeing you.”     Without a second thought he licked between two of her fingers suggestively his eyes on her. He licked each side before taking them in his mouth. His tongue played with them sloppily now over salivating to slick her fingers. When he finally pulled away from her fingers a string of saliva went from the tips of her fingers to his tongue.     She spread them apart and some of his drool dripped down the back of her hand and palm. She licked her lips and smirked enjoying the sight of what he was doing. (I won’t tell you, It go straight to ya head if I told you how hot ya can be sometimes…)     He ran his tongue from where the hand met the wrist up the side and pinky, “Enjoying this ey chica.” He commented in a teasing tone but didn’t mean it that way as he took out his phone turning it on to give a constant low light.     She glanced away “Tch, I’ll be more prepared next time.”     Ajay didn’t look away for long as he stuck his tongue between her fingers and wiggling it before doing a lap up with a flick at the tip of her fingers. He did this between each finger including the two he already sucked on. He would swirl his tongue around her thumb making sure to go back over each previous part to keep it moistened. (Her hands are so… small. Its so dumb I never noticed before…)     Octavio would part his lips and place them against her palm and move his tongue back and forth. He would purposely make a loud sloppy sucking sound before moving his head without taking his lips away doing this on every centimeter of the palm side and back of her hand. Finally he finished up coating her hand by taking each finger singly into his open mouth and rolling his tongue around it then pulling away. A string of saliva from the tip of her finger to his tongue not breaking until the final finger and he pulled fully away letting go of her wrist as he reclined back.     As her small hand wrapped around his shaft he couldn’t help but thrust up into it a few times. He would grip the back of the bench hard to control himself from thrusting more as he squirmed panting softly. He wanted to cum so badly but he wanted to cum from her actions even more.     His shaft throbbed in her hand as she took a moment to look him over from his face down his body to his shaft and back up. (I wonder how long…) She shook the thought from her mind before it ruined the moment as she continued her machinations from before. His body was so sensitive now that even the light stroking she did previously made him squirm and unable to contain his moans.     “Silva ya need to quiet down.” She told him but didn’t stop.     He didn’t want to be quiet so he didn’t even bother trying. His moans getting louder as she made her grip tighter and stroking him faster. Feeling like his moans were getting out of hand she adjusted to be kneeling on the bench.     Her hand held the back of his head as their lips met his to muffle him some. Her tongue toyed and played with his adding her saliva to the drool that already started to drip from his mouth. The kissing pushing him over the edge that he had been forcing himself to stay at in order to make this moment last longer.     His body tensed before curling into her and as the throes of pleasure shuttered thru him. The kiss broken and his head against her chest as an arm wrapped around her holding her close and possessively moaning her name. She held him as much against her as she could allow given the situation until the orgasm was ridden out and the last bit of this load oozed out.     When he started to relax his arm and stop holding her so tight she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket using the hand that was holding him. “Te amo Ajay.”     “I love ya Octavio…” After a small pause “You made quite the mess.”     He pulled his arms up letting her sit normally now as he looked down over himself. It was on his chest, hoodie, stomach and some of the cum had pooled in his belly button. Some even made its way onto her arm but luckily missed her clothes. She used the handkerchief she pulled out to first wipe herself off and then started to wipe up some of the cum on him before he took over.     “It's reversible. No one will see the cum stains.” He commented in his no big deal tone.     When he was done wiping up with the handkerchief he balled it up and put it in his pocket. He then took off his hoodie and turned it inside out and put it back on. Ajay just ended up laughing amused, “So did ya buy it cause its reversible or was it just dumb luck?”     “You got me. I didn’t even realize it was reversible until today when I put it on.” They both shared a laugh.     They cut it close as just after that laugh around the final bend was the light to the exit and outside world. He had just enough time to finish dressing and right himself with her help to not get caught.     After they hopped off the boat, “We better run, we late.” She started to jog off in the direction of the midway.     Gibraltar and Wattson were waiting for them at the entrance to the midway. Who both waved at them when they were spotted a distance away and kept waving until they were next to them.     “I figured you kids would be late.” Gibraltar laughed.     “Boo. you won again.” Wattson pouted.     “Lets go get some drinks. My treat.” Gibraltar pushing Wattson towards a drink bar not wanting to upset lifeline about betting on them again.     “I hear ya.” Octane said as he stretched with his arms above his head.     “I have hand sanitizer.” Wattson offered as she was a bit of a clean freak.     “Ok” Ajay held out her hands rather thankful since she didn’t have a chance to wash her hands.     The others followed suit in a half circle and she went around squirting it into their hands. At the drink bar Lifeline and Gibraltar both ordered strawberry banana smoothies. Octane got a kiwi mango juice and Wattson an orange juice. They walked around as they drank, getting an idea of what games they might want to try as they only had a limited amount of time before the carnival closes. Octane always made sure to drink when he could hide his face from the other two, this mask not having the feature his usual one had.     After he stole a large swig of Lifeline’s smoothie, “Oh before I get distracted, I want to ride the Ferris wheel before it closes.” He looked only at her so there would be no mistake.     She smiled and nodded, “Ok. Sounds nice.”     “I want all of us to ride the Carousel together.” Wattson clapped.     “You're pushing it, Nat.” Makoa warned not really wanting to go on a children’s ride.     “Then how about a game? If I beat all of you we ride the Carousel.”     “Sure. Why not.” Lifeline responded with a shrug as it was just a game with an extra prize or penalty.     “If you're up for it I’m up for it!” Octane got excited for the competition.     Gibraltar laughed with a shake of his head, “Okay, alright.”     They figured to choose a game they would all have even chances at and the prizes weren’t that bad either for the amount of players. It was a game where you roll a ball up an incline and get it in the holes. Depending on the hole you get it in will move a mechanical racehorse down the track. The first one to reach the end of the track wins the game.     Wattson skipped towards the Carousel with a small stuffed horse. Despite all the odds she came out on top so they were all forced to go on the ride. Ajay got her phone back from Octane as she figured she might as well get some pictures.     Due to how late it had gotten very few were riding the Carousel. They were let right on to choose their spot. Wattson and Octane walked around it a few times trying to decide what sort of horse they would like to sit on. The horses were kind of generic in color with white and light tan. The saddles were different colors and had designs and some had the decorative reigns on the head having a horn. Gibraltar and Ajay decided to sit in a mocked up carriage sleigh nearby.     Ajay and Gibraltar both snapped pictures of the two on the horses before the ride would start.  Octane chose a tan one with a horn and it had a pretty red rose design. Wattson chose a no horned white one in the row In front of his to the left. Then the music started and the ride began to slowly spin while the horses moved up and down.     Ajay smiled as Octavio really seemed to be making his own good time. He would do poses and comment and mess around with the horse. Instances of him like this brought her to wonder what actually bored him but doubt she would ever figure it out.     “I want one more picture of you kids on the horses.” Gibraltar called out loud enough for the two to hear over the music that started to slow. He then would glance over at Ajay. “You to sistah.”     “Not gonna happen.” Ajay responded matter of factly.     “I bet a home cooked feast for your next date, you will say yes when he asks.” Gibraltar pointed at Octane with a knowing smile.     “That a strange bet. Either way good for me.” She arched a brow.     “Then you take the bet?” He wanted to make sure.     “I don’t gamble.” She crossed her arms.     “You do gamble.” The ride stopped and he stood up motioning his head towards Octane. “On him.”     Octane jumped off the horse oblivious to the conversation and looked at Gibraltar “You def texting me those pics.”     “You got it bruddah.” He started to walk to find a good place for the final picture.     “Che come get on one for the final pic.” He motioned her to come over.     “Ya crazy.” Ajay shook her head waiting until the pic was taken to get up.     “Come on. Come on. Come on.” He bounced impatiently with each one but realizing its not swaying. “Please? For me Ajay.”     She let out a sigh thinking if she wasn’t there with them the whole time before this she would have thought they were in cahoots with one another. She walked over and not saying anything she mounted the faux horse next to his.     “Yeeees!” He jumped up on his.     They each did a pose Wattson just sitting side saddle on hers. Lifeline leaned forward towards the head doing a peace sign. Octane squatted on his one hand doing the horns over his chest. They held it long enough for Gibraltar to get a good angle and take it.     “We good.” Gibraltar chuckled at the final picture.     They moved on with the night playing various games. Many single player games each took a turn seeing who did it best. Not always taking a prize as the goal was to have fun.     Gibraltar the king of Ring the bell game easily lifting the mallet over his head and bringing it down the bells ring almost deafening giving a jolly laugh afterwards. Wattson could barely lift the mallet up and dropped it with only the mallet's weight behind it causing the weight to barely jump up. Octane moved his head side to side, cracking his neck and shook himself out before finally gripping the mallet, lifting it up with some effort and swinging it down making the weight go half way up.     “That’s harder than it looks.” Octane commented as he stepped away rolling his shoulders.     “My turn.” Ajay gripped the handle of the mallet taking a moment.     “She’s the one that will give me a run for my money.” Gibraltar said with a clap.     Then she raised the mallet with more ease then Octane and brought it down. The weight raised just under 2/3rds the way up before falling back down.     “You're stronger than you look.” Wattson commented, surprised that she was strong in this way as well.     Gibraltar slapped Octane on the back as he moved on, “Better be careful bruddah.”     They all walked off, Ajay not feeling any need to comment followed behind. The next game Octane chose for them to compete one by one on was a small obstacle course. You had to get through it without falling off certain obstacles and if you can beat it in a certain bracket of time you can get a bigger prize. If people decide to compete in a group the prize gets even bigger if they beat their friends and the time.     While the rest of the group forgot about the prizes concentrating on enjoying the last hours of the carnival. Octane paid close attention and they might think he chose this one cause he would be strong at it. It actually was the prize they had at the top. It was a high quality large pink pig stuffed animal that the moment he laid goggles on it screamed Ajay to him. Now he just had to beat the time and his friends to win it.     Lifeline volunteered to go first as no one wanted to while the last 3 played rock paper scissors to figure out the order. It surprised them that Octane didn’t want to go first as it was unlike him but he wanted to examine the course more.     She jumped right into it following the signs and the operators announcements and commentating. Ringing the bell at the end with a good time but not fast enough to beat the top time but beat the lowest time for a reward. She gave them all an idea of how to do the course and some of the trick areas.     Wattson paid close attention and made mental notes as she would be the one next. Realizing when she hit the 2nd obstacle that beating her time was an unlikely endeavor, she hoped she could make it to the end without getting disqualified. She was impressed with how difficult an obstacle course could be when compared to the dangers of the apex games and kings canyon. Didn’t even make it into the brackets of time but she completed the course so she clapped after ringing the bell. Then she went about talking with Lifeline.     Octane was next and spent all that time since the order was decided warming himself up and getting psyched.     “Bruddah take it easy. It's for fun no need to try so hard.” Gibraltar commented on the Intense vibe he was getting from him.     He heard him but he loved beating records and more importantly he wanted that prize. Winning something for someone means more than just buying it for them especially with his wealth. He was focused by the time the buzzer sounded and he made the course look easy beating the target time as well as the time of fastest person to complete the course.     “Oh man!” The operator shouted, impressed “With speed like that you could replace the real Octane.”     “Please Amigo. Octane is way faster than that.” He walked passed him, not even out of breath or breaking a sweat.     Lifeline stood there her arms crossed with a smirk, “Ya a bit slow.”     “I know! No wonder you can’t keep up. wearing baggy pants. They restrict so much movement!”     “They only restrict so much since ya aren’t used to wearing them.”     “So you're slow for other reasons?” Octane responded without thinking causing lifeline to playfully push him.     “That was impressive.” Wattson complimented with her soft clapping.     “Guess I’m next.” Gibraltar said slapping his forearms a few times causing a loud sound.     Gibraltar knew he wasn’t going to beat that time. Speed was not his strong suit but he would at least complete it like Wattson did. Well he would have if the part that connected the inclined chain bridge to the platform didn’t break when he jumped on it. As soon as he was on the ground he walked away.     “You could keep going. They stopped the timer.” Wattson pointed out in an attempt to be encouraging.     “I’m good.” Gibraltar’s good mood unfaded.     “Heh, you just don’t want to break anything else. Huh amigo.” Octane teased.     “Umm… Super fan! Due to everything you qualify to pick a prize from any shelf.” The operator continued as he went to grab the ladder “I have a feeling someone as active as you would want the limited edition-”     The man was referring to the prize next to the pig but without any pause octane used part of the course to give him the height he needed to jump up and snatch the pig from the top shelf. “Gracias amigo” The operator blinked at him a few times but before he could give it to Ajay Gibraltar had her in one arm and Wattson in the other jogging away from the game.     “Make way. Make way Gibraltar’s coming thru” Gibraltar dashed through the crowd stealing them away.     “Hijo de… No bueno.” He clutched the pig stuffed animal to his chest not wanting it to get messed up as he gave chase.     Meanwhile in the arms of Gibraltar the two were bounced around as he made his way thru the crowd. Neither of them really reacted to it despite being surprised by him suddenly picking them up and tossing them over his shoulder. Lifeline trusted Gibraltar not to take his payback to far.     “Zis is like a ride.” Wattson held her arms out pretending she was flying.     “Ya making quiet the scene.” Lifeline looked over her shoulder at the back of his head.     “If I didn't, no one would move.”     “Anyone smart would move just by seeing someone like ya charge at them.” Lifeline looked forward again and brought her hand up over her eyes just out of habit of trying to look at something far off, “He looks like he is holding something.”     “You think you can outrun monsieur Octane?”     “Goal is to lose him. Just need to make it to the crowd.”     It was only a bit longer as Octane lost them entirely in a crowded area with a show going on. He kept moving, not stopping looking around. This prank wouldn’t bother him at all if it wasn’t their first date on top of having something special to give her.     “How could I lose someone so big.” He commented to himself as he started to double back over areas he passed previously.     Then his phone's notification sound went off and he pulled it out.          Wattson: A picture of the large ferris wheel and in the line you could barely make out Gibraltar with lifeline still over his shoulder.     Wattson:I thought you needed a hint. Better hurry ride will close soon.     He glanced over at the time on the big clock near him and then bolted towards the ferris wheel. By the time he had reached it there was no sign of either of them in line. He climbed up the light pole to get a better look at the compartments and it didn’t take him long to spot the familiar hair of Ajay. Without a 2nd thought he clutched the pig tight to his chest and scaled the moving ferris wheel. He jumped from metal pole to metal pole only using the one arm and his legs to make his way up and over to her.     Ajay just stared off her chin resting on her hand as she rested her elbow on her knee she had crossed in front of her. Then the car did a hard rock snapping her out of her daze. She noticed the other compartments were fine, and then she saw a familiar arm holding onto the side.     “Ya crazy?! Wam wit ya?!” She would be more angry if she wasn’t used to him doing crazy shit.     She helped pull him in causing it to rock hard again, the ferris wheel luckily doing its pausing to give people chances to admire the view. He didn’t waste any time once sitting next to her to hold it out to her.     “I won this for you.” He looked at her face through his goggles.     She looked around for a moment before reaching into his hood and pulling his goggles up. She wanted to be mad that he pulled this stunt but seeing the look in his hazel brown eyes she couldn’t be. She took the stuffed animal and put it in her lap looking at it. Its squishy soft body, Its fuzzy ears with the large nose and the small eyes, she loved it.     She smiled so warmly as she looked at him, “Thank you.”     The ride moved again putting them in the spot for the perfect view of the carnival and all its lights. Some of the sights reflected in her brown eyes as she admired them. He had enough of a view of it with just what he could see in her eyes as he admired her.     “Love you so much. Te amo mucho Ajay.”     Her eyes met up with his again when he began to speak her hands coming up and loosening his mask. She timed her words when it slid down her arms wrapping around his neck, “And I love ya Octavio.”     Her lips met his as his arms wrapped around her. her eyes sliding closed to get lost in the moment with him. He kept his open wanting to see her in as much of this moment as possible as it felt the most warm and romantic of the entire date. The glow of the lights on her freckled face the times. When she would pull away to look at him in between kisses how the lights of the carnival reflected in the side of her eyes while his reflection took up the rest taking it all in. As the moment went on his grip got tighter not wanting the moment to slip away or end.     Ajay adjusted to deal with his tighter hold as it made it hard to breath. Then she felt it the stuffed animal was starting to slip off her legs. She tried to catch it without letting go or stopping not wanting to ruin the moment. But when it fully started to fall she pushed him hard away and lunged forward to catch it barely grabbing the ears before it was too late.     Octavio quickly wrapped his arms around his waist after being pushed away as she nearly went over the front bar. After she was safely back in the carriage. He pulled her protectively against his arms wrapped around her shoulders the pig squished between them, her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beat run fast as he trembled softly.     He said after letting out a held breath “You scared me.”     She took one arm off the pig and wrapped it around him placing her hand against the middle of his back and nuzzled his chest. This was something she has never felt from him before. “Sorry I scared ya.”     The ride began to move and he let out a relieved sigh as he started to fix and put on his mask and goggles, “I’m supposed to be the daredevil here.” He flashed the horns symbol for emphasis to what he said.     “Don’t ya dare try anything now.” She warned.     “I've had way more than my fill of close calls for the night.”     The ride operator did a double take when they got out of the car as he questioned his memory. She looked at the clock and she had enough time to hit the candy shop near the security/customer service desk where Gibraltar left the items for her to pick up. She wanted some lollipops and other sort of candy to suck on. She even got some cotton candy and caramel corn.     She had to buy a large duffel bag at the gift shop that stayed open long enough for her to decide which one she wanted and pack it up. Octane kept wanting to play with the stuffed lifeline which made it take longer for her to organize and pack everything including both stuffed toys.     The trip back was as long as it was to get there. Ajay ended up falling asleep on the final train back. She was worn out by the date and she felt so comfortable and… safe resting against him. She even slid down during the ride using his lap as a pillow.     “Ajay… We are almost there.” He gently shook her but she barely stirred.     She was dead out asleep and looked so peaceful he couldn’t bring himself to try again. He looked around trying to figure out how best to carry everything. He used the scooter to put the stuff on and carried her on his back. He was impressed with himself how he figured everything out without waking up his Ajay.     As he walked towards the rooms he tried to find his keycard “Damn.” Realizing he didn’t have it.     He ended up going through her things and was glad she put it in her backpack purse. He really hoped she wouldn’t get too angry at him tomorrow for going through her things. He opened the door to the room and was greeted with a glowing blue eyeball of her D.O.C drone that had been hovering near the door.     “Hola Doc. Mind helping me?”     With his help he managed to get her onto the bed. He never would have guessed she could be a heavy sleeper with how she was at the hospital. He wasn’t sure if he should just let her sleep in her clothes or take more than just her shoes and socks off. In the end he took her pants off and accessories. He also took her hair down but left her tank top and underwear on.     He would wash up and undress down to his boxer briefs letting out a relieved sigh to be out of those pants. He took off his legs as he sat in bed placing them nearby. D.O.C. hovered side to side looking over them and back up towards him.     “Buenas noches. Doc.” He wanted to pat it.     He relaxed in bed next to Ajay gazing at her in the dark. He never realized how tiring he could be for her. Whether it was as friends in the past or in a team together during a match he could go anywhere on a whim and she would always be following behind him. She never showed how tired she was and always kept moving with the same energy. It dawned on him She was a lot like the tortoise from the story he hated.     “Our story of La tortuga y la liebre, will be different.” He whispered to her, kissing her softly.     (And Next time. I’ll make sure to not tire you out until after we fuck.)

Chapter 7 - I Really Am Selfish: or, AND THEN THEY FUCKED!

After a long shower and a short bath Lifeline lay on top of the plush covers on the bed. She couldn’t help but think to herself about how nice this all felt. It felt even better after her trip where she slept on cots and took sponge baths.     It's been a long while since she had any luxuries like this. The last time was the time she went and stayed with Octavio after running away from home. She wondered why it reminded her of Octavio and not her family.     She felt anxious for a reason she couldn’t place. She rolled to the side of the bed and picked up her phone from the bedside table. Then rolled back onto the middle of the queen bed and flipped through her phone figuring she might as well play a game. Then her phone dinged and a message from Octane popped down.          Octane:Dulces sueños de mi. Just wanted to tell U again.     Ajay che had feelings for Octavio since before she even left her parents. She just didn’t fully realize how deep until she stayed with him after leaving. She has spent all that time at first controlling them then ignoring them. They never went away even when she dated and slept with other men.     Now however things were different Octavio had feelings for her too but her habit of holding back and ignoring it was still there. Even now she held back her desire to walk right over there, throw him to the bed and have her way with him. It was so strong but she had made so many plans and she knew if she went there was no way she would have the energy to spend the entire day at Kings Canyon.     As she lay there her mind wandered to her past with him. All the things he did over the years and it made her realize the other reason she was holding back. She was afraid of him just toying with her and getting bored. Keeping so hard to her date plans like it would reveal something to her.     “Ya idiot.” She told herself.     She felt really stupid as her mind now went over how he has been since the moment he told her. He threw himself fully into it, putting himself out there to be hurt. She realized holding back and sticking to a plan has made her blind. Octane was a lot of things over the years yes he gets bored easily he is reckless he plays around a lot and avoids things. When it came to any stunt he committed to he put himself in 100% even if it could destroy him.     “Ya really are an idiot” She told herself again as she got up.     She slipped her phone as well as her room key into her pajama pants pocket before heading out. She went the few steps over and started knocking on the door in a rhythm. Octane didn’t even ask who was at the door just opening it.     “Hey chi-” He would start when the door was fully open.     It was one fluid motion jumping forward her arms wrapping around him pulling him to lean towards her. Her lips finding the left side of his neck and sucking on it as she pushed him back towards the bed. She kicked the door to close it and it would have slammed if not for the built in system to prevent that.     Octane moaned out as he stumbled backwards barely able to keep his footing. Then she let go of him in the middle of a step back and he tripped on the bed falling onto it. He looked up at her as she stood before him and he smirked beneath his mask. He had finished showering not long ago but he was already in his Octane headgear as to not take chances with his identity.     She fished the key and her phone out of her baggy pajama pocket and placed it on his bedside table. She licked her lips slowly as she eyed him up and down debating exactly where she wanted to begin. She sat next to him on the bed and leaned over. Her lips kissed where his lips would be if the mask didn’t cover them.     She moved the right side of her dyed pink hair behind her ear before she stuck out her tongue and flicked it against the fresh hickey. She glided her tongue down his neck to his chest as she made the opening of his vest wider. As she reached the top of his peck her lips opened and she sucked on his flesh again. She was careful to choose a good spot as he had another metal circle off center left on his chest similar to the ones he had on his stomach.     He threw his head back into the bed with an intake of breath his legs squirmed before he stopped them. He resisted talking and moving for he wanted her to continue. He could take anything she could do to him and he desired for her to do whatever she wanted.     When she felt satisfied that the hickey would be dark enough she moved on gliding her tongue down flicking it against his nipple. She teased his nipple with her tongue as she slid her body lower. She repeated the process leaving another hickey under his peck and a bit to the side. His hands gripped at the covers his legs spread a bit more apart.     “I never thought ya would be so sensitive.” She commented as she changed her position to the other side of him.     “You just to good Chica, haha!” He was glad for the moment to regain some composure.     “If ya at ya limit already Ya won’t last long.” She teased him as she moved her lips close to his neck again on the opposite side.     “I haven’t found my lim-” He was cut off as her lips sucked on his neck closer to his jaw.     She left hickeys in the same general areas on the other side of his body. Her tongue gliding to each point his body getting more sensitive as she went on teasing him. The one she made right under his peck had him squirming and his shaft straining against the thick fabric of his pants.     She sat next to him as he rested his arm over his goggled eyes. Her hand ran over his chest and flat stomach as she admired her marks. After a few minutes she leaned over and snatched her phone from the nightstand and took some pictures of him. She even stood and got some different angles.     Octane was unaware of the pictures as he was recovering. He was glad she stopped when she did for he was so hot if she touched his crotch he would have came. This is one thing he didn’t want to be fast, at least not with her.     After taking the pictures she decided on a whim she wanted to leave a few more marks. She didn’t know when she would get another chance of him behaving so well. So without any warning she sucked on his flesh again right above the top metal circle. He wasn’t ready so he let out a surprised moan as his hand hit the bed to grasp at the covers.     She left a hickey on both sides of his body above, the top circle in more on his sides in line with between the circles and right on his hip lines. It took a lot for him not to squirm so much she wouldn’t be able to continue. His senses were so heightened he shuddered with pleasure when her lips went back and sucked each previous one. He couldn’t bring his arm up like last time to cover his goggles but he wouldn’t even notice her get up to take another set of pictures. He was swimming in the pleasure and excited for what she would do next and if she were to keep doing this where else she might leave her mark.     She smirked satisfied with the pictures and placed her phone back on the nightstand. “I’m glad ya body is hairless.” She complimented before her tongue touched his flesh again. She started from the middle of his neck down to the top of his pants line in a straight line, even dipping into his belly button. The gentle touch of her tongue caused his body to shiver as he was so hot for her to the point of being weak.     “Ajay…Por favor… help me get this headgear off?” he asked.     She didn’t answer right away as she decided to slide her tongue back up his body and a little ways up his neck, “Okay.”     She started with taking off his goggles pulling them away and up over his head. She stared into those beautiful hazel brown eyes for a moment. Then she unhooked the mask from the cap followed by pulling the cap forward and off. Each piece she just tossed on the floor by the bed. She laid on her side propped up on one arm next to him wanting to just take a moment to admire how sexy he was and build up her own anticipation for what was next.     She ran her fingers through his hair that always seemed messy. It was just long enough that she could pull it if she wanted. It naturally spiked up at this length and was a dark black with currently some dark green highlights.     He raised his hand to her face and caressed it “Bombón”     “That better be something good.” Ajay narrowed her eyes but still smiled.     He laughed before suddenly rolling onto his side wrapping an arm around her, placing his hand on the back of her head. “It is.” He commented before planting his lips on hers.     She would wrap an arm around him and return the kiss. She took the lead and Octavio followed as she would part her lips and her tongue would enter his mouth. Her tongue played with his gently to start then as it got more passionate her tongue started to toy with his. Leading it into her mouth only to clasp her lips around his tongue and suck on it. When she would let it go her tongue would swirl around his before going back to tangoing with it.     As they continued to make out she would push him onto his back. Her lips not parting from his even as she straddled him. He placed his hands low on her back and feeling her skin as he helped lead her top further up. When it reached her underarms she bit his lower lip playfully before sitting up putting more weight on his trapped shaft causing him to groan and place his hands on her hips.     She pulled her top off and tossed it on the floor. He slid his hands up her sides slowly before cupping his hands under her bare C cup breasts. He would squeeze them softly a couple times before running his thumb over her plump nipples. Without warning he quickly placed his hands on her back and pulled her forward so she would land with her breasts in his face. She barely managed to catch herself before she would fall fully onto him.     “Ey! Be careful!” She scolded.     She expected him to be reckless at one point so it didn’t affect her mood much.     “Ey, You know my face can handle it.” The scars on his face emphasizing that fact.     He got what he wanted as her breasts were close enough that he licked the right one that had those 2 birthmarks. He would lap at the underside before running his tongue up to the nipple. One hand stayed on her back while the other came over and played with her left breast. He would knead the flesh and almost in sync he sucked her nipple into his mouth gently as he took the other between his thumb and forefinger.     “Mm.” She let out the sound of pleasure that Octavio’s ears have been hoping for.     He started to roll the nipple between his fingers as his tongue flicked and toyed with the one in his mouth. The hand he had on her back started to run along it up and down. When he started to feel the motion speed up he pulled it away and shook it out to get rid of some pent up energy. Years of impatient habits and stims made him unable to sit still for long, but he wanted to take this slow.     He then took his hand and squeezed the breast he was sucking on. He kneaded and massaged the flesh her nipple getting hard in his mouth. He sucked a bit harder tugging on her nipple as he pulled back before letting her nipple go. He licked his lips as he squeezed her boobs together. He stretched out his neck as he flicked and swirled his tongue around each before moving onto the other one.     He repeated the same process until she pulled away sitting back up causing him to groan again with the weight on his trapped cock. Her butt and snatch rubbing against his bulge as she slid down him and off the bed. He was twitching as his excitement grew for what he hoped would come next.     He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her his hands subconsciously doing the come on motion. She shook her head a couple times with an amused laugh as she slid her pajama bottoms off. She had another set of birthmarks on her left thigh and he smirked as he fixated on it for a moment finding it really hot. She really was the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her wide hips and thick thighs that she tried to hide with her baggy pants were better than he imagined.     He noticeably licked his lips at her as he stared at her panties. They were yellow with blue dots that seemed to emanate out from her camel toe in a half circle. He bounced a little his hands doing the come on motion even faster but he stayed silent not wanting his words to ruin the mood.     Ajay grew up with Octavio so she was used to his impatience. She was however a little impressed that he was holding his tongue. He did have a tendency to be annoying or say something stupid when things weren’t going as fast as he’d like. That didn’t change her plan to see his before he saw hers.     She bent over and placed her hands on his thighs making him stop his movement. He currently had the single belt around his waist to keep his pants up. She quickly unbuckled it and started to pull his pants down causing him to hiss a bit as the pressure was released and the fabric rubbed against his sensitive shaft.     Due to his robotic legs she couldn’t take off his pants fully but pulled them halfway down his thighs. His privates as smooth as the rest of his body. She rested her chin on her hand as she placed her elbow on his leg. It was larger then she figured as it rested throbbing against his stomach.     She ran her finger up the underside of his shaft as she mentally measured. Then she ran her finger across just under the head causing pre-cum to leak from the tip. She figured he was about 10 inches long and an inch and a half thick.     “Impressed?” He couldn’t help but show his confidence in his size.     Ajay smirked as she ran her finger ran back down the underside of the shaft it twitching beneath it. She then stood back up not waiting any longer. “Scoot up on the bed and take ya pants off.”     He sat up without pause and pulled off his robotic legs and pants with the eager speed completely missing her removing her pulling down her panties and getting a better view of what lies beneath. He threw them off to the side of the bed like his legs were a pair of boots not wanting to waste any time putting them back on. He scooted up and as she kneel-ed on the bed he took off his vest and threw it over near her clothes.     She maneuvered herself to where her left leg was squatting over him while the right leg was kneeling her hand gripping the base of his shaft. Octavio smirked as he got a quick glimpse of her pussy with its brown trimmed bush as she moved it into position.     Her plump pussy lips were spread apart by the head of his cock causing her warm juices to drip down his shaft. She didn’t waste any time lowering herself onto his shaft causing him to dig his head into the bed as bite his bottom lip from the pleasure. Her tight pussy took it in stride removing her hand from the base and placing it on his chest at the halfway point. Her head fell back from her own pleasure letting out an unrestricted moan when it bottomed out.     (I will cum way too fast.) Octavio thought to himself before she began to grind against him. His full balls getting pleasure from her bubble butt moving against them. She let out a sign of her pleasure with each grind that brought his shaft fully into her depths again.     It really was fast as he was brought over the edge as her motions started to quicken. His cock engorged more and spasmed inside her. His body shivered and curled as much as it could with her hand on his chest as his cum released deep inside her. It coated her inner walls mixing with her juices before spilling out as she didn’t stop her movements. He squirmed beneath her as she kept riding him his shaft painfully sensitive while staying rock hard.     “Just cause ya came don’t mean I’ll stop. I’m going til I cum ya hear me.” She said in all seriousness before going back to those unrestricted sounds.     He lay there semi regaining himself in the midst of a painful sort of pleasure he was experiencing for the first time. His hands eventually reaching up and grabbing her tits squeezing them his thumb rubbing against her nipple as she kept going. He then was lost in it again and the sight of Ajay getting pleasure from him.     Her pace increased steadily and become harder as her moans became lost in her panting. Then the moment that felt like forever and to quick all at once came. The sight and feel of her orgasm bringing him to cum again. Her pussy tightened even more around his shaft pulling on it as her back arched. Her mouth hung open as her grinding had slowed compared to just before her orgasm.     They both rode it out her leaning down towards the end her hands holding onto his face as their lips met. Wetting her dry mouth with the passionate kiss. His arms wrapping around and holding her close and tight. In this moment he couldn’t feel less bored.     Lifeline returned from the bathroom after cleaning up and tossed a damp washcloth at Octane. He flinched when it landed on his stomach as it was cold in comparison to his warm flesh. He took it and started to clean himself up one arm bent up the back of his head resting on his hand.     “I am selfish.” He commented.     “No, Really?” She replied sarcastically as she picked up her panties from the floor.     “Mira, I’m being real here.” He sat up long enough to toss the washcloth towards the bathroom.     “Ok I’m listening.”     She sat on the bed after she put her panties on in the space above his head. She had one leg fully on the bed bent in front of her as the other hung off from the knee down. He crawled up and rested his head on her thigh as he laid on his side. He gripped her knee as he stared off into the distance.     “I thought you were just humoring me, Being in a relationship with me. Even when I admitted my feelings you just called me selfish. Even after that you never said I love you first. Unblocking me a few days after you left. You were right to call me selfish for I could live the rest of my life with you just humoring me…Now…     All the passion and desire of tonight. How you let yourself go. I know now you share the same feelings and I couldn’t feel happier or less bored.” He relaxed getting that off his chest.     She ran her hand up and down his side the hickeys almost gone from his flesh. “I could see that. I was keeping my distance from ya. Holding back all my feelings. I was afraid you were just using me to entertain yaself. That ya would grow bored of me like ya have so many other things before. I lost track of the type of person ya really were until tonight…     Now just member me tell ya, I’m in love with you Octavio Silva. That not goin’ change anytime soon.” Tho serious and blunt in how she said it she was sincere.     “Estoy tan enamorado de ti Ajay.” He fell asleep just after that using her leg as his pillow.     She shook her head with a laugh and ran her fingers through his hair, “Selfish.”     Lifeline managed to get her phone without disturbing Octane. She kind of wish she brought D.O.C. with her into the room. would have made it less of a chore to get it. It was late but she felt she owed it to tell them before they wasted time in the morning. To group:I doubt ya still up but I’m canceling the plans for tomorrow. Natalie:I knew it! Ajay Che:What ya doing up still? Makoa:We waited up for your message. Ajay Che:Both of ya? I thought she was going over tomorrow. Makoa:I told her, she could stay tonight too. Natalie:So why’d you cancel was it cause of Octane? Makoa:I told you its cause she had to rest more after her trip. Ajay Che:Its cause I ended up staying with Octane. Natalie:Yay, I won the bet! Ajay:Bet? Makoa:Yeah, we figure you’d cancel. Natalie:And we bet on the reason. Pathfinder:HELLO FRIENDS. I WILL CLEAR THE PLANS. I WILL VISIT ELLIOT TOMORROW. Ajay Che:Hello path. Ajay Che:Why ya betting on me?! Natalie:Since I won the bet I better get to sleep. I’m so excited. Makoa:I better go to bed too. Have to pay my bet tomorrow. Pathfinder:I LOVE YOU FRIENDS. GOODNIGHT. Ajay Che:Goodnight path. Thanks ya guys for helping me set it up. Pathfinder:HAPPY TO HELP. SEE YOU AT THE NEXT GAMES. Natalie:De rien. Makoa:Any time. Ajay Che:See ya all.     She relaxed the arm holding the phone on her leg as she looked up at the ceiling. She let out a sigh not even noticing that Octane had woken up.     “Who you talking to?” He rolled onto his back.     “Natalie and the others, canceling the plans.” She answered nonchalantly.     “You know you didn’t have to cancel.” He commented as he sat up.     “I know. It just felt right to.” She stretched her leg out.     “Then I’ll plan our first date!” He said full of energy.     “Sure. I’m going to get some sleep now.”     She was going to stand up when he grabbed her hand. She placed the hand he wasn’t holding on his face and kissed him. He let go and ran his fingers thru her hair as he needed at least one arm to keep him sitting up. She smiled at him afterwards and got off the bed to get the covers up and slide under them.     She brought the covers down to make it easier for him to get into bed. She doubted he would sleep when he joined her under them. His presence was relaxing to her especially when combined with the really comfortable bed.     “You can lay on me. I won’t move… much.” He offered as he laid on his back.     She laughed using him as a pillow this time resting her head on his upper chest just under the shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her holding her as she drifted off. He fell asleep before he got too bored and too hard.

Chapter 1 - Trick or Treat

[font="Lucida]“Have a Happy Halloween night!” Jamie wished the group of treaters before going back inside.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He made his way to the kitchen since that group emptied his Jack-O-Lantern shaped candy bowl. He placed it on the counter as he took a detour to the fridge. Pulling it open, he grabbed a can of pineapple juice.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He popped the tab, then took a long swig and wiped his mouth with the same hand that held it. “I wish you were a beer.” He commented to the can.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He placed the can on the counter as he opened the cupboard above it. He found it empty and shrugged to himself before closing it. He then looked at the clock, seeing it was already past 11. “They shouldn’t be coming anymore anyways.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie made his way back to the front door and right as he was about to flick the switch to the front porch light the doorbell rang. He opened the door and expecting to see some more teens like the last few groups have been he instead saw a single girl.[/font] [font="Lucida]   She was dressed as Little Red Riding hood. The red hooded cloak wasn’t very long the back stopping right at her butt. The hood part hugged close around her lightly tanned face. A bit of white hair seemed to stick out the top and stream down past her chin.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Trick or Treat!” She exclaimed holding out her basket.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “You should go find another house.” He said motioning his head in a way that said go on.[/font] [font="Lucida]   She pouted bringing her basket back and holding it with two hands in front of her. “But if I don’t get a treat I’ll have to trick.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   At first glance her petite stature and baby face made him think she was a kid. However as he looked her up and down accessing what sort of tricks she could conceivable pull off. He found that she wasn’t a child. She was wearing a sexy Red riding hood costume. With a short red slitted skirt made even shorter by her hips and ample butt. A white tube top that hugged her chubby belly and her cute breasts. She had simple accessories of upper arm and wrist red bands with some white lace frills.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He couldn’t help but notice her nipples pressed and were outlined through the top causing him to turn his head to the side. “Well… I don’t have anymore treats.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   She blinked her big black eyes and pointed smiling. “You have one left.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie looked back at her and his eyes went down her arm to her hand and followed where she was pointing. She was pointing right at his crotch. He looked at her perplexed and was silent as he was waiting for her to say it is a trick.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Just as he was opening his mouth to tell her to move on, she spoke up.“I’m actually twenty-three, so can I have the treat?” Her black eyes not straying from looking up at his.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie took a deep breath and held it before letting it out. “At least tell me your name first.” He turned to the side giving the okay for her to come in anyway.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Souffle.” She walked in and set her basket down once inside.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Souffle? Like the food?” Jamie closed the door and flicked the switch for the porch light not wanting any interruptions.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Mhm.” She said with a nod turning towards him, “We like to name after foods.”[/font] [font="Lucida]She is so cute. I kind of wish I dressed up as the big bad wolf. He thought as he walked towards the couch.“I’m Jamie its uhh, nice to treat you?”[/font] [font="Lucida]   Souffle laughed and walked closer taking the invitation. The top of her head stopped right at the bottom of his pecs. She pressed her body against his for a moment as she looked up. His crotch pressed against her squishy belly and he couldn’t help but push more into it.[/font] [font="Lucida]   She slid down onto her knees and he took a step back. His cock already straining hard against his pants. She reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His belt kept them up but that didn’t stop her from reaching in and pulling out his shaft.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie enjoyed seeing how his cock looked larger in her small hand. She gripped the base firmly and moved it up the thick long shaft making some precum dribble out. She used it to lube his shaft as she stroked it a few times.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “It's a big treat.” She looked up at him and licked her lips.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Then she pulled down his cock and ran her tongue just under the ridge of the mushroom head. She would run it back and forth a few times before flicking it up and over the top and running it around the slit. He bit his lip as it felt too good for just getting started.[/font] [font="Lucida]   It would only feel better causing him to take a gasp as she put the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue massaged against it and curled up under the ridge. She made a slurping sound before taking more of his shaft into her mouth.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He took a deep breath holding it and closing his eyes. He couldn’t even really see her face due to her hood. What she was doing though he could definitely feel and that mouth of hers pulsed pleasure through him.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Souffle slowly took more into her mouth. She stopped when it reached her throat. Instead pulling up and sucking on the head of his shaft and would bob her head. Her tongue not stopping in pleasuring him and when she reached the head flicking just under the ridge.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Each time she came down he felt the tense entrance of her throat. Each time he opened his eyes he was greeted with a red hood. He wanted to see her face or at least her hair. He had been keeping his hands to himself but now he placed them on her head and pulled the hood down.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Her black eyes widened and she stopped her movement looking up at him. The head of his cock still in her mouth making her have a literal mouth full look. Her thick white hair tousled down into messy place. It was wavy and the front was short in front of the ears not going much past her chin and behind the ears was long going past her shoulders.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Her ears… are those real?… He gripped them gently between his fingers and thumb from the bottom. He rubbed them softly and they wiggled a bit in his hands. As he rubbed them a few more times letting it sink in it made her moan softly around his shaft and her face to flush just across the nose. They are real… her ears are really large pink pig ears.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie just placed his hands on her shoulders as he looked up at the ceiling. Souffle continued as his lack of negative reaction meant she was in the clear. She went back to bobbing her head up and down on his shaft but a bit faster now.[/font] [font="Lucida]   The pleasure of her faster movement caused him to curl forward and let out a long soft breathy moan. He was looking down at her again and he could see it. Just touching her ears made everything about her more relaxed. Even the entrance to her throat seemed more relaxed as the head of his shaft pushed against it.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He cupped her face and held her pig ears between his thumb and index finger. Using his thumb he rubbed the lower part but let her control how fast or deep she wanted to go. After he started rubbing each time it hit the back of her throat he felt it loosen more and more[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie’s moans were already escaping each time she went down. The moment she decided to finally take his shaft into the deep parts of her throat was too much for him. He curled even more his hands and fingers tensing before releasing and throwing his head back with a louder moan. His cock released the first squirt of cum into her throat. Before she pulled away and just kept the head in her mouth swallowing as her hand stroked the shaft and her tongue moved underneath the head.[/font] [font="Lucida]   When he stopped squirting his spooge into her mouth she pulled away. She moved the cum around in her mouth before swallowing. She proceeded to lick her lips making sure she got it all.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “I’m glad your a sweet Treat. You must drink a lot of pineapple juice ” She said tilting her head to the side with a huge smile.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He had taken a few steps back to catch his breath and nodded. She looked around a bit and got up from kneeling and walked over to the couch across from him. She bent over and placed her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her hips giving him the first real view of how shapely her hips and butt were. His cock that had started to shrink to half hard had quickly grown to full attention.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand for he felt he was drooling. He was about to say something but right as his mouth was open to speak, “Trick or treat?” She looked over her shoulder at him.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He chuckled, “Greedy piggy… But I’ll fill your basket.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   Jamie winced to himself, I could have said something better than that. His thoughts didn’t really stop his hands from rubbing her hips. He didn’t waste much time to slide them down and under her skirt rolling it up revealing her curly piggy tail and panties.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He held back his amused laugh. Her panties were white with a wolf face on the butt where you’d sit. In Red words above the picture said, “Wolf Sitter.” Then there was the detail that really took him longer then it should have  to notice. The wet spot that had formed from her juices.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He ran his finger down the crack and lower to her plump pussy lips hidden behind the cloth. He hooked his fingers and pulled them to the side and revealed a pussy that is all natural. So she didn’t dye her hair.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He slid his finger between the fold and like breaking a seal her pussy juices started to flow out. She was so wet it dripped down his fingers and hand. She spread her legs further apart and proceed to rest her head on her hands on the arm of the couch. The scent of Souffles juices were sweet and intoxicating.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Treat. Treat. Treat.” She chanted demandingly fully embracing the spirit of Halloween.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He brought his hand up and licked some of the juices off as he positioned himself behind her. He finished licking off most of the juices on his fingers and hand as she stared with one eye over her shoulder watching him. He held her panties open with one hand as the other gripped his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock between her pussy lips a few times before thrusting into her.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He stopped at only a third in as she was so tight. He gripped her hips with both his hands as with how sensitive he was after already cumming not long before it hurt a good hurt. “Ssssooo Tight.” He breathed out.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Souffle bit her bottom lip as it was also a bit large for her. Still, she was determined to take all of her treat in and she pushed her hips back against him slowly taking more and more into her. Then when he would almost be there she pulled herself forward leaving just the head in and forced herself back taking it all in one go. “Souffle!” Jamie gasped out not expecting it.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He was panting lightly not realizing he had been holding his breath until then. She then pushed off and gave him a chance to catch his breath leaving the head of his cock still inside her. He didn’t wait to long to start thrusting slow and hard into her.[/font] [font="Lucida]   It was still tight causing his fingers to dig into her hips with each thrust. When it started to give more and more to his cock he would increase the speed of his thrusting.[/font] [font="Lucida]   Then he would stop which felt like suddenly to Souffle. Especially since she was starting to get more into it. His hands ran up her body and squeezed at her breasts. They were soft handfuls and he could feel her hard nipples against the palms even through the cloth. He rolled his hands kneading them before pulling it down. He pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. He would tug the nipple and roll the areola in his fingers gently.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He squeezed and bounced them with her nipple between his fore and middle finger rubbing it. He was finally gifted the sound he didn’t realize he wanted so bad until he had it. “Mmmm.” She moaned softly.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He brought himself to be more upright pulling her up with him. She rested on her hands with her arms straight. He continued that motion as he thrust into her again. Her boobs bounced themselves in his hand with each thrust.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He squeezed her soft butt and body against him as he thrust into her with the rhythm of passion. His moans rang through the room as she moaned out soft and breathy. When he felt himself getting close he found himself desperate to get her to cum. He pushed her to be more bent over again and arched his back to press his lips onto her ear. which made her back arch and an almost squealing like moan escaped from her lips. Her cheeks already fully flushed. Her writhing even while standing against him pushing him even quicker to the edge when he was trying to drag it out.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Hh hhold… on.hh just… a bit more” She said thru panting breaths and moans.[/font] [font="Lucida]   He let go of her ear and bit down on his own lower lip. So hard that it bled a bit to hold himself. She felt good that even that didn’t do much to keep lower his Gauge. Maybe I’m just a Masochist enduring all this for a pig girl I just met.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “OOOOOOOOiiiiNNNPHH” She moaned out the loudest moan that has escaped her lips as her pussy gripped and squeezed hard on his shaft.[/font] [font="Lucida]   It prevented him from pulling out when just as she came he did too. After the first shot of cum went inside her quickly gave up on pulling out and kept grinding his cock into her soft squeezing walls. Her moans quickly becoming hoarse from the intense pleasure. Then it just seemed to wind down panting breaths the only thing breaking what felt like sudden silence.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “You tricked me.” He finally said.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “Huh?” She turned her head to look back at him.[/font] [font="Lucida]   “You were more my treat then me yours.”[/font] [font="Lucida]   She laughed a cute laugh but that laugh also squeezed his shaft that was still hard inside her. It making him almost  regret making the joke with how sensitive he was. He would never take it back though.[/font]

Chapter 8 - Always Ready to Carry

Lifeline woke up peacefully in the late afternoon. The bed was so comfortable she didn’t want to get up. She couldn’t let herself enjoy the luxury to much and she could feel that Octane was not still in bed. She brought her legs up and then slide them over the side of the bed. She pushed herself up with one arm until she was sitting the blankets sliding down her body. She shuddered at the chill of the air hitting her flesh. The room was pitch black.     “Octane?” She called out as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. “If ya in the bathroom tell me or I’ll barge in on ya.” She went on when there was no response.     As she woke up more she realized it was too quiet for him to still be in the room. She reached around for the controller for the lights and turned them on. He was gone and since he never traveled with much more then what he wears well he could have bolted for all she knew. Right as she was starting to get really annoyed the doors lock clicked and he walked in being as quiet as he could. Until he saw the lights and stopped trying.     “Damn! I wasn’t quick enough.” Her relief to see him was as noticeable as the bags he was holding. “Chiiica, don’t tell me you thought I bolted on you? You thinkin crazy.”     Ajay wasn’t about to admit that he was right on her thoughts. “Is that food? I’m starvin.”     “Ey I got us breakfast burritos.” He placed one of the bags that drooped with the weight of what was in it on the table. He wanted to get the day started quickly but was hoping to be back before she got up. He really wanted to be the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.     “How many ya buy?” She commented as she stood up.     “Diez. Ten. I want us to have energy for our 1st date today.” He placed the other bag on the floor and removed his mask.     She laughed, “Well I have no doubts there will be nothing left once we done.”     Ajay put her pajamas on went to freshen up in the bathroom before sitting down to eat. She blinked a couple times arching a brow as she watched Octane eat faster then usual.     “Ya eating too fast. What’s the hurry?” She pointed at him before he opened his mouth, “And don’t say ya always in a hurry or something like that.”     “Speed is life.” He swallowed the food in his and gave a playful smirk.     “Shoulda known.” She shook her head with a smirk.     The rest of the meal was quiet as he only had his mind on eating as quickly as possible. Then he practically shooed her out of the room to get dressed. His impatience building more and more as time moved even slower than usual.     He went over and knocked on her door with the side of his fist. “Hurry up! Let's go on our first date already!”     She opened the door for him to come in but didn’t look at him as she was putting up her hair. “Just get in here and wait.”     Octane stared and circled around her as she walked back to the bathroom mirror finally getting to see the new clothes he bought her. She had on baggy red and black plaid pants held up by a black studded belt and star belt buckle. She was wearing a black tank top with a skeletal design and was even shorter than her usual tank showing her entire belly button. She had on fingerless grey gloves with silver wrist and forearm warmers.     “Wow!” He exclaimed as he stood in the door of the bathroom.     “Thanks.”     She finished putting her pink hair up in its usual double orb like style. She put on her 2nd headband she’s had for awhile which inverted the black and white motif. She put on a small leather backpack purse as she didn’t like to go anywhere without basic versions first aid kit, a sewing kit and she had one of those small hammers that came apart and had screwdriver and heads inside it. She also had a utility knife and some water tucked into it.     “Ok we ca~” She trailed off.     “It's about time.”     She had been ignoring him since he came in even while he circled her. She blinked a few times taking it in as he stood there tapping his foot looking at a non-existent watch. He wasn’t dressed in his usual Octane attire like she has come to expect.     He wore a black sleeveless blue zippered hoodie that covered his stomach and baggy black jeans. The Jeans hooked under the heel of his prosthetics to help hide them. He had on a blue clip buckle belt with the clip buckle part in black.     His face mask looked more off the shelf in full black and his goggles were the same but with blue none broken lenses.He wore his usual black fingerless leather gloves and the necessities for him to live like his dialysis machine and the tubes on his arm on the right side. He wore the bandages on his right in their usual place but also wrapped them up on his left to cover his tattoo.     Ajay walked up to him and pulled the hood back revealing he wasn’t wearing his cap. “Anything prompting this change of look?"     “Yea! I’m going as an Octane super fan!…” He hooked his hand on her lower back pulling her to him. “So we don’t have to hold back in public.”     She arched a brow for how weird it was that now he wasn’t Octavio or Octane but a fan of Octane. “Well ya are ya own number one fan… Why blue?”     He pulled his mask down “Cuz blues your favorite color.” He leaned down and kissed her before pulling away, putting his mask back on, pulling his hood up and jogging in place. “Now hurry up, let's go. Don’t make me carry you.”     She smirked as he turned his back to her and as he started to walk towards the door she jumped on it. She wrapped her legs around his stomach and wrapped her arms around his clavicle and chest. He stumbled forward a few steps as he adjusted to take her weight his hands hooked under her thighs.     “I’m making ya anyways.” She kissed his cheek.     “All aboard the Octrain!” He exclaimed before opening the door and jogging out.     Lifeline laughed, “Wha’d I say about boarding Octrain comments.”     “To do them lots and often. Hahahaha.”     She shook her head. “So where we going for our first date anyways?”     “We are heading to the train station now. más tarde is a surprise”     Halfway to the train station she expected him to comment or complain about it but he was silent on the matter. Figuring she made him carry her long enough she started to adjust placing her hands on his shoulders to jump off his back while keeping the momentum he built.     “Where You think you going?” He asked before she did.     “Ya carried me far enough.” She unwrapped her legs from around him.     “Na-uh Chica.” He started to spin while leaning more forward and holding onto her legs tighter.     She wrapped her legs back around him to prevent falling off onto her butt. “Wam wit ya?!”     "I want to carry you to the station.” He kept spinning causing quite the scene.     She brought her arm up and hooked her elbow around his neck putting a bit of pressure on his windpipe. “Stop spinning now.” He stopped and stood frowning beneath his mask completely silent. She to the pressure off and after a long pause, “Ya can carry me to the station.” She placed her arms back where they were before.     “Yepa!” He jumped excited and took off heading the long way now.     “For someone who said before leaving not to make him carry ya. Ya sure excited.”     “I’m always ready to carry you. I just like to play hard to catch.”     It took two trains to get where they were going and she passed the time by drumming. She would have played a game on her phone but she ended up giving it to Octane to entertain him. He really didn’t think things through and she wondered how much of this date was actually planned or on a whim.     “Ne bzzt bzzt… Stat bzz zzzt” The voice came out from the busted intercom.     “Okay this is our stop coming up.” He jumped up putting her phone in his pocket.     “Ya can give me my phone back.”     “Nu-uh, I want all your attention today.” He went down on one knee in front of her his back facing her. “Now hop on.”     “I aint getting on ya back.” She pulled on his hoodie as she walked past him, “Ya in a hurry so let's keep moving”     She really just wanted to stretch her legs they had been riding trains for over an hour now. Since she started to think about it as the door to the train opened she found it interesting he chose a place so far away. Before she was even fully off the train he was already paces ahead of her.     “Ya going to tire yaself out.”     “My legs never get tired. You made sure of that.”     It didn’t take long until you could see the ferris wheel off in the distance and various other attractions. It was a large carnival and she started to jog a bit not quite heading towards it but trying to get a good look from a distance. The excitement showing slightly on her face. When she had a good view she stopped and stared at it for a moment.     Octane went and stood next to her looking more at her then the carnival, “Did I do good Ajay?”     “Yeah.” She smiled.     “I was worried you might have grown out of this.”     “I am surprised ya listened enough to remember.”     “Harsh Chica.” He grabbed and pulled her towards him with one arm and lowered his mask with the other. “I think I deserve a kiss for that.”     She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him towards her until their lips touched. She gave him a few long kisses before stepping away. She quickly grabbed his hand and she was the one pulling him. “Lets go!”     Carnivals were extinct for awhile due to the war among other factors. She had seen pictures of them when she was little and always wanted to go to one. She mentioned it a few times when they were children but he never really seemed interested. It had been more than a decade since she last said anything about it so it filled her with a childish joy to be going to one now.     They got a ticket from one of the antique replica ticket booths and he took the chance to wrap his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. They went under the large lit up entry arch but the normal couple thing ended as soon as he heard the roller-coaster go over them. He let go and jogged a bit ahead looking for the entrance to the coaster.     “Mira! Let’s start with that!” He pointed before turning and running towards it, “I’ll save us a spot!”     She took a deep breath shaking her head and jogged after him. He was the loudest on the roller coaster enjoying it despite the minuscule rush it gave. He insisted on going one more time breaking a rule as he took out his phone and took a picture of them.     Ajay was happy he was enjoying the rides as she doubted they were on the level of thrill he lives on. He was always excited to point another and head towards it. She just wished he would choose one that was next to it. They went back and forth across the carnival multiple times just to get to the ride that caught his attention next. Each ride they rode twice once for the fun the next for the picture.     “Let’s get a pretzel.” She pointed at a stall they were walking by.     He stopped and looked over at it. “Oh and Churros!”     “Do ya want to split a pretzel. Strawberry churro, chocolate churro or original?” She paused and pointed at each picture.     “Si.”     She ordered and paid for the food getting a large lemon lime Power Crocoade to split as he claimed a bench. He stared at a couple at how they shared their churro as she organized things. She placed a napkin on the bench so she wouldn’t have to juggle all the food on her lap and just as she was getting ready to tear the strawberry churro in half.     “I want to do the couple thing! You know I take a gran mordida. You take a bite.     “It will be slower and I don’t want ya getting impatient.” She arched a brow.     “Pleeeeaase! I promise to eat at your tortoise like pace.”     Her face showing amusement, “Oh this I gotta see.”     He pulled down his mask to just below his mouth, “You take first bite.”     He did go at her pace for the most part, Rushing to take bites right after hers and taking really big bites. When he would wait for her to take the next bite he would wiggle his legs back and forth. She always took the first bite of each item but by the time they would finish the amount he had eaten was 2/3rds.     “Not sure if ya could consider that at my pace.” She commented when they were done as she balled up the trash and attempted to throw the trash in the can from where she sat.     “Ooo so close.” He responded putting his mask back on when she missed then got up and threw it away for her. “It was. I never took 2 bites in a row.”     “Ya took big bites” She was impressed he showed that much control.     “Ey I said that before we even started. Gran mordida is big bite.”     “Cheat.”     He wrapped his slender arms around her and pulled her to him as he sat back down. “I’ve been thinking… I think the roller coaster would be better if it had more loop de loops and cork screws. At least 5 more each and went way faster.”     She laughed, “Here I thought ya were going to say something serious. So what ya want to ride next?”     He looked around at all the various parts of rides he could see from where they sat. Eventually settling on the zipper ride. As they waited in line for their 2nd turn an announcement came over the speakers.     “Everybody and Everyone there will be a contest held at the Joy wheel. It will start in 20 mins. If you plan to participate make sure you arrive in enough time to sign up. The number of people who can participate are limited so better hurry if you want to be an integral part of all the fun.     As for everyone else who does not want to participate. There is a limited number of seats for spectators but all is not lost if you desire to see. We will be showing it on the big screens above certain parts of our here Carnival.”     “Oh I so want to do that!”     “Ya don’t even know what it is.”     “Its held at something called the Joy Wheel it has to be fun!”     “Okay, we should go now or you won’t get a spot.” She made way to walk but he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her back to him.     “I want our picture first. If we get a spot we get a spot.” He couldn’t prevent his foot tapping impatiently despite what he said.     “Ya weirdo.” She teased with a small shake of her head.     They were part of the next set to ride so it didn’t take much time before they would head over. She was sent ahead of him as he had to use the baño as he put it. She wasn’t planning on participating but this forced her too.     “Hey! Are you the legend lifeline from the Apex games?” The girl who was doing the sign ups.     “I am.” She didn’t care to be recognized for being an apex legend.     “I knew it! This will be the best one. I usually tell people you could put a nickname but everyone will recognize you… Soooo Print your name here and signature here lifeline.” The lady’s talking sped up.     She let out a sigh that the excited lady missed as she did what was asked. “Anything else?”     “Your all set, now take this number, head into there, go into the door that matches your number and exit when the door on the other side opens. Also we are not responsible for any injuries that might happen during the game and have fun!!” She talked even faster.     “What is the game anyways?” Lifeline questioned with an arched brow.     “All will be explained when it starts. Now head on through there and have fun!” Her speech slow again and waved her off.     “Okay…” She responded unsure of her thoughts on this.          Octane was heading out of the baño when heard over the speaker “Everybody and Everyone if your a fan of the apex games we have news for you. 2 of the big name legends are going to be participating so be sure to watch it to see just who. Also there are still some spots open for participants so if you want a chance to touch one of those legends, Get a really close look at your obsession or try your odds at asking a certain medic out try your chances with that as well as the game sign up now!”     Excitement noticeably grew that by the time he got there a line had formed to sign up. He had to thank his luck that he got the last spot. It bugged him however that they were using Che to get more attention to it and he wondered who the other apex legend was.     “Everybody and Everyone without further ado I’ll be introducing our contestants. I will not waste any time in introducing the stars of this particular event. Starting with the combat medic of I’m sure many ones dreams. The single and unattached lifeline!!!”     The door slid open and she walked out with a fake smile and an arched brow at the applause and cheers. She stood at the line that said stand here and put up a peace sign. Then before the announcer even started talking the door to the next contestant slide open.     “Now we have the Hawaiian rock himself showing he doesn’t need all that gear all the time. The man in the loud Hawaiian shirt, Gibraltar!”     He came out in a blue and pink tropical floral design Hawaiian shirt with some Khaki cargo shorts and sneakers.  He walked up to the line did a pose and then laughed at how silly this all was.     “Makoa?” Ajay pointed in surprised the last place she thought she would ever see him was at a carnival.     “Hey lil Sistah.” He beamed a jolly filled smile.     “Now for the less interesting, and maybe delusional, the fans and those who wish they were an apex legend.” Two of the doors opened. “We have the impostor Wattson and the Octane wannabe.”     “Impostor? I will have you know I am the real Wattson.” Feeling the slightest bit peeved.     “Come on Amigo I am a Super Fan.” Feeling just a bit insulted but it was quickly overshadowed by the surprised of Wattson and Gibraltar there.     They both walked out at the same time but when you looked at Wattson no wonder the announcer thought she was an impostor. Her unruly thick blond hair with a length an inch above her shoulders was tucked into a black French beret. Her top was a simple grey turtleneck with her usual blue and orange thick jacket over it. For bottoms a blue pleated skirt and grey leggings underneath them with her usual boots.     Wattson waved at Gibraltar and lifeline with a smile after waving in a circle at the crowd. Gibraltar crossed his arms as he looked at the Incognito Octane and nodded. It took a bit longer for Wattson to put 2 and 2 together but when she did she laughed to herself clapping her hands.     Lifeline sneaked Octane a wink when he looked at her as she kept standing there waiting as more people were introduced. The announcer gave everyone but lifeline and Gibraltar a sarcastic edging on insulting name. Their names appearing on the door they exited from. A few of them brave enough to take their shot in front of the audience as they exited, spurred on by the announcer’s commentary.     “Hey lifeline, I Love you! Take The line of life to my heart.” A man shouted at her looking at her.     Lifeline just glared and turned her head away from them the announcer commentating “Ooo I bet that coldness stung.”     The guy continued, “Then how about you Imposter wattson? I could cosplay too.”     “The nerve!” Wattson crossed her arms with a huff.     “Well talk about falling off the horse and getting back on. Now we have…”     A few later another came out and instead of talking rushed for lifeline his intentions obvious for all to see. As soon as he came into her personal space she decked him. “Wam wit ya?” Gibraltar just laughed heard even over the crowd finding it amusing.     “Well that’s quite a rejection. I bet if any others waiting to be called out hoping to take a shot at Little Lifeline would have wanted to see that. They would probably think twice about it. Wouldn’t be as fun for us tho now would it?” The announcer commented as the guy picked himself up and went to his spot.     A lady later would try her luck, “Being around boys like Octane and Mirage should be enough to show you that a woman is better. So come on girl I won’t run off on ya or make you have to take care of me. Lets get out of here.”     Lifeline turned her head from the woman with the announcer commentating again. “Another ice cold rejection…”     Octane crossed his arms and started tapping his foot impatiently. It bugged him what was going on and since he was an Octane super fan and not Octane he couldn’t do anything given the situation. As he thought about it even as Octane he couldn’t say anything ‘cause they weren’t fully official yet as he was going at her pace for that. Then he hit his head a few times with his hands to get the thoughts out and get himself psyched up again.     “Might want to rethink that coldness. Most men aren’t much different from the men here.” She pointed “Look at him, if an Octane Wannabe does that I’m sure the re-”     “Will ya Shut up.” Her face conveyed the same emotion as her words.     “Hey, I’m just looking out-” The woman now making it seem like she is doing her a favor.     “Get out of here.” When the woman didn’t leave she turned fully and stared her down. “Now.”     “Bitch.” The woman trying to save face before hastily walking out.     “Well that was unexpected a contestant gone before the games even begins.” The announcer continuing on until the final one was announced. “Now here are the rules. When the buzzer goes off you run into the wheel and choose a spot. You can sit stand or lay just as long as you keep your clothes on. The wheel will start to spin and whoever is the last one still on it or to fall off wins! Those that end up falling off can try and mess up others by throwing the balls at the ones still on the wheel. Now to wet your appetite even more I shall show you the prizes you win if you are the victor!”     The person who took the sign ups wheeled out a cart full of prizes. “We added some extra prizes just for this occasion and to show our love for the legends here today. We have 2 custom one of a kind chibi stuffed toys here. One of the jolly Gibraltar and the other hopefully warmer then the real lifeline. The third stuffed animal is a limited edition one I’m sure everyone here will recognize. Nessy! Then finally for those who aren’t fans of stuffed toys. We have this sleek Scooter! And some gift cards that can be used around our wonderful Carnival!”     Both Octane and Lifeline recognized the scooter as the one he was interested in the other day. Wattson clapping excited by the Nessy stuffed animal.     “Now isn’t that something.” Gibraltar was impressed and shouted. “I’m Ready!”     “There’s that Excitement! Now get ready…. Go!” The buzzer went off.     Almost everyone ran towards the circle one of the guys next to Octane who was slowed due to the longer pants tripped him so he could be closer to Lifeline. Lifeline had made her way to the middle sitting and facing Gibraltar. Wattson not feeling like fighting everyone for a spot walked leisurely and took a spot as close to the center of the wheel as possible after everyone.     “You think someone forgot she was in a competition?”     Then another buzzer went off and the wheel started to spin. It started slow and would speed up gradually when it shook the first time some people slide off.     “Already some nobodies have failed to stay on the wheel. Lets speed up this wheel faster give the legends a real challenge.”     The speed suddenly got more and shook again causing Octane to try to cling to something to no avail as he started to slide. He slid off with a crash followed by Wattson that he maneuvered to cushion her impacting stop.     A minute later, “We are down to the final three people! Gibraltar which we all knew the mountain would make it this far. The neckbeard who on the sheet wrote I would assume a Screen name called Troll69master. And the rumors seem to be true about her being bottom heavy Lifeline! We will slow it down so you can adjust or change position but be quick about it who knows when we will speed it up again and how fast.”     Lifeline and Gibraltar didn’t move when it slowed staring at each other with competitive smiles and focus. The Troll sliding up closer to her now. As the troll adjusted to what he thought was an ample position to grope the unsuspecting lifeline. Both Octane and Gibraltar noticed and Octane took the ball and threw it. It hit the guy and bounced up and Gibraltar smacked the ball and it hit the guy in the face. As the Wheel sped up again he was thrown off balance sliding off and hitting the ground with a roll.     “Thats cheating! Gibraltar is a fat cheater!” The Neckbeard shouted in protest to Gibraltar smacking the ball.     “Don’t be a sore loser Trollbeard. Security get him out of here. No sore losers allowed here.” The announcer wasn’t about to have a scene since he saw what he hoped others missed as it would be bad publicity.     Not even a minute later Lifeline ended up sliding off with Gibraltar grabbing her hand to slow her as the wheel was spinning as fast as it could. Gibraltar ended up being the last one to slide off and winning the game.     “YEEAAAH!” Gibraltar stomped the ground legs spread wide and cheered.     After it was all done and everything died down all 4 met up and started to walk around.     “How did you figure it out?” Octane asked as they knew it was him.     “She was with you last night and canceled her date plans.” Wattson commented.     “So of course she would be here with you Braddah.” Gibraltar added.     “Hey Ajay! Lets ride the bumper cars!” Octane already moving on as they passed the ride.     “Can I join you two? I am really interested in experiencing the antique system they use to make them move.”     “I don’t much feel like the jerking motion after the zipper and ‘Joy wheel’. How about ya guys go. I’ll sit on the bench and see ya afterwords.” Lifeline commented holding her stomach as she sat on a bench near the ride.     “I’ll join you.” Gibraltar sat down next to her. “Those cars are to snug for me.”     “Okay lets go.” Wattson the one in a rush now urging Octane along.     When they were out of sight, “You okay lil Sistah?”     “Yeah. Not going to get sick if thats what ya mean.”     “Well thats good… You know me and wattson saw you. We didn’t want to impose so we entered to make sure our suspicions were right cause if you were here with Octane you’d be in that competition.”     She laughed, “Yeah sometimes he can be predictable.”     “So why were you trying so hard to win something in a contest you obviously didn’t want to be doing?” Gibraltar prodded as he reclined back on the bench.     “I wanted to win the scooter for him.”     “I figured. Well I planned to share my prize with everyone. Octane will be very happy stuffed lifeline and a scooter.”     “Ya boyfriend will be happy with a stuffed you.”     “He always has a stuffed me. Haha.”     She smirked at the joke, “So did the bet you lost have to do with you taking Wattson here?”     “Yooou guessed it. I didn’t want to take her out in her usual get up so I was glad when she lost a bet to me later.”     “It suits her.”     “Just wish she’d have brushed her hair.”     “You two have a strange dynamic.”     “I could say the same for you and Octane.”     “Yeah…” She drifted off in thought for a moment.     Not liking the look she started to have, “Hey Hey! This place has a Midway how about after the bumper cars we separate for a bit. Meet up there in a few hours. I’ll win you a prize.”     “Ok. Is good with me.”     Meanwhile Wattson and Octane stood in line for the bumper cars. He tapped his foot impatiently while Wattson bounced as she watched the sparks Occasionally fly from the metal. When they got closer she would start talking about how it worked which Octane got more bored listening too.     Then as they would be next the operator stopped them, “You two in a group together?”     At the same time they responded “Oui.” “Si.” When the guy looked confused Octane continued, “Yes.”     “Then you have to either ride the same car or wait. Answer fast I don’t have all day.”     Everyone knew the type of guy Octane was so Wattson who didn’t want to wait either rushed thru the short gate, “Who ever gets to the car first drives!”     “Your on!” Octane went after her his movement restricted by his long pants but cheated by leapfrogging over the back of the car into the driver's seat.     This bumper car ride had a game that went along with it. If you manage to crash into the other cars hitting certain bullseye on the cars you will get a point. If another car hits you at those points you lose a point. If you manage to get 25 points by the end you earn a carnival game voucher.     “Let’s do this!” Octane psyched himself up as the rides power started up.     “Put…What did they say again…Oh the pedal to the metal.”     Then they were off and Octane sped right into another car causing a jerking stop before starting again. Wattson held onto her hat afraid it would fall off. As it went on and Wattson watched all the sparks and just how everything worked she agreed with Lifeline. “zis really is a jerky ride.”     “Damn, 23.” He looked at the score when it was over.     “If my count is correct they hit you 12 times and the target 7 times.” Wattson double checked counting her fingers.     “I’m going again!” He jumped out and ran to stand in line again.     After she caught up to him. “I’ll help. I think I know a way to get a speed boost.”     Wattson had a small generator and a pair of her thick insulated special gloves tucked into her jacket. It took 3 more tries but they finally got the 25 points and the special game voucher.     “We did it.” Wattson was so happy she clapped her hands and jumped as they made their way back.     “I’ll have to def take Ajay to the Midway later.”     “I bet she’d love it if yo-!” Wattson tripped and before she would fall Octane caught her, letting go when she regained her balance. “Won her something.” When the two got back Lifeline and Gibraltar were sitting there eating soft serve ice cream cones. Octane pulled his hood forward blocking his face more from the sides as they walked up.     “You kids were gone awhile.” Gibraltar pointed out as he tilted the cone to the side and ran his wide tongue along the outside of the strawberry ice cream.     “If ya w-”     Octane came over and in one quick fluid motion he leaned down moved his mask down. He took off the top bit of her ice cream with his lips. He put his mask back on while using his hood and hand placement to block the view of the other two.     “Its Coffee.” He complained as he played with it in his mouth moving his hood back to its original placement.     “It’s Mocha and its not like I offered ya any.” She responded annoyed as she turned away from him her tongue licking from the rim of the cone up.     “I am sorry. I did not realize how much time had passed.”     “No big.” Lifeline commented with a dismissive swat at the air.     “You kids just miss out on Ice cream” Makoa commented playfully.     “So I wonder what rides do you have left to try?”     “Hmmm out of the ones he’d like… 2 maybe 3.” Ajay’s ice cream was licked just thin and short enough now that she put it into her mouth and pulled it out to get all sides at once.     Some more chitchat happened but Octane was silent through it all enthralled by Ajay. His headgear working to his advantage to hide his staring. She wasn’t eating ice cream any different than how she always did but he was lost in it to the point of missing the reason got up and walked away with Wattson.     Gibraltar snapping him out of it. “Sit down. I have something to say to you.”     “Que pasa Amigo?… What’s up?” He squatted on the bench next to him.     “I know you two grew up together braddah but do you really see her now? Your answer don’t matter to me. Just remember if you are toying with her and hurt her you will have the rock that is Gibraltar to deal with.”     “I cannot stress enough… how badly I am not going to do that.”     “Prove that braddah.”     Done with the conversation jumped off the bench and pat him on the shoulder, “Ya know, you reallly are a papi.” Octane ran off with a laugh in the direction she went.     “You better run!” Gibraltar shaking a fist at him with a loud boisterous laugh.

Chapter 2 - Upper city reveries. (Bastila/Mission)

For three days the Sith swept the lower city, searching for signs of the Jedi. She had supposedly escaped being sold as a prize for the big swoop tournament. But she had seemingly disappeared and the Vulkar gang, which had concealed their captivity of her, couldn’t be held to account as it had been catapulted into leaderless chaos, dissolving rapidly. Those three days and nights passed for the Bastila and Macha as a blur. Each morning started with Bastila shoving herself down Macha’s throat, and Bastila ended the night by ploughing Macha to sleep. Normal people would have become sore before the end of the first day, they would’ve needed to spend most of the days doing something else. Yet with the healing techniques Bastila had learned from the Jedi, who would ostracize her for these acts, she could maintain both of their forms regardless of their debauchery. They still had to pause that Macha might go get them both food and water. Outside of those brief intermissions Bastila spent those three blissful days working through half a decade of pent up lust she hadn’t known she had. Trading her serenity for passion was as direct a contradiction of the code as she could have imagined. Yet she had realized that there was nothing true to the way of the Jedi in taking away Revan’s knowledge and giving her ignorance. The obedience Macha exhibited was proof the council held control above the principles. The Jedi didn’t kill, but what they had done to Revan was a greater violation of their core beliefs. It was nothing like the redemption they told of in their teachings. Had there been no war Bastila and Macha could have stayed together on Taris, far away from the hypocrites who had taken everything from them. But the madness of the Sith needed to be stopped even if the Jedi were the lesser of two evils. Macha deserved the truth but Bastila couldn’t endanger the Republic for her peace of mind. She wanted badly to come clean to Macha, but it would have to wait until after the Republic was safe. Regardless, what they shared was a better reason to save the Republic than any of the insidious garbage the Jedi had crammed her head full of. When it came time for them to leave the lower city, that they might rejoin Macha’s team and find a way off Taris, Bastila moved forward with determination. Or she would have liked to, but when they arrived in the upper city base and talked with Carth they all eventually agreed that Bastila should stay in the base until they had a plan to get out of this deathtrap. The Sith occupational government would be looking for women matching her description, it would be folly to parade around on a world they controlled. And that would be some time as Macha, Carth, and apparently a Wookiee needed to descend into the undercity to save countless lives by delivering a cure for some horrific disease. Such acts of selfless compassion weren’t part of Macha’s simple program, obey and defend the Republic was her only real directive. It was proof that Revan’s nature was not sadism and chaos, that the empty code and Jedi’s complacence in the face of the Mandalorians had driven Revan to the dark. As gratified as she was by this it did not change the awkward nature of being left with nothing to do but talk to the other girl Macha had left behind, Mission. Bastila was baffled that this girl was even part of their group until she mentioned her relationship with the Wookiee. The girl was barely an adult and seemed ill suited for combat operations, even if apparently she knew how to pick locks and aim a blaster, so Bastila understood leaving her behind. That didn’t make conversation any easier, they had both grown up in about as opposite environments as you could imagine. Bastila had quickly found the underlying philosophical issues raised by Revan’s reprogramming bored Mission. But eventually she discovered Mission was captivated by descriptions of grand structures such as the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Describing the verdant glades and waters in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, how they gleamed and teemed with life as they flowed in an almost hypnotic pattern, reminded Bastila of some of the peace she had found there. Mission had been even more enraptured by tales of heroism and the triumph of good in the ongoing Jedi Civil War. Comparatively Bastila managed to tolerate Mission’s mundane anecdotes of living in Taris, her brother who she hoped to see again, and tales of her stalwart Wookiee who lacked only basic personal hygiene. Eventually though, after two days together, the conversation reached a standstill. As Bastila paced impatiently through the room she failed to notice the glances Mission stole, appreciating Bastila’s voluptuous form clad only in her lingerie. Bastila’s time with Macha and now three days of celibacy had ignited a fire in her loins which she could struggled to keep in check, the Twi’lek was shapely and Bastila struggled to ignore that. Eventually Mission couldn’t stand the silence, a smirk playing across her face as she asked “Hey, Bastila. You ever just use the Force for fun? You know, a little jolt of the Force to trip some jerk who’s ticking you off?” Bastila jumped at the chance to distract herself with righteous indignation as she replied “I would never use the Force for such a petty and trivial revenge! The mere thought of it is preposterous!” Mission rolled her eyes as she teased “Ah, come on. There’s got to be times when you’ve thought about it. Don’t be stuck up – you can tell me.” Bastila narrowed her eyes as she replied “I am not stuck up. I merely have the years of training to give me the wisdom and understanding to see how childish such an act would be.” This finally angered Mission “Childish? Is that a crack about my age? You ain’t much older than me, miss high and mighty! You’re probably 19? That’s only three years, and I doubt you so much as had a kiss what with your Jedi code making y’all into a bunch of droids!” Bastila responded angrily, annoyed that she felt she should conceal the truth “That’s your measure of maturity? You prove my point.” Mission smirked, smugly replying “You don’t sound like I proved anything.” At this Bastila broke, replying with her own smirk “If you must know, I have done much more than that.” For once Mission was shocked, no longer smug but instead curious “Won’t the Jedi kick you out for that?” Bastila replied “Not if they don’t find out.” Mission smiled, even more curious, questioning further “You gone all the way?” Bastila hesitated before replying “What does that mean?” Mission quickly clarified “All the way means having sex.” Bastila flushed a bit but answered “Yes, many times in fact.” Mission was even more shocked and curious, blurting out “Really!? I don’t blame you for ignoring that part of being a Jedi, always seemed real pointless to me. I’ve done it too but only one person, how many people you been with?” Bastila flushed even harder but still managed a steady voice, saying “Like you, just one. Did you leave him behind in the lower city to join us?” At this Mission looked away, regret washing over her countenance “He’s gone. Kallon was so smart and funny, but he thought he owed the Beks for raising him. When that snake Brejik took over the Vulkars and started killing Beks they… got Kallon. Should’ve tried harder to get him to run with me and Big Z, he’d still be here.” Bastila moved over and placed a comforting hand on Mission’s shoulder, saying “I’m sorry, I wish I had put an end to him sooner, I might’ve saved him.” Mission managed a weak smile as she replied, “It’s all right, this happened months ago, nothing you could’ve done.” Her expression hardened before she continued “I’m just glad Brejik got what was comin’… So, who did you leave behind? Is he another Jedi fighting somewhere, or waiting back on Coruscant?” Bastila’s eyes seemed to look at something far away as she flashed back to when she had seen Revan on Coruscant, so confident, defiant, and determined. She had been ready to argue with the council, she had been everything the young Bastila hoped to become one day. Determined to stand up to the stodgy cowards who called themselves masters. If they had listened then the whole order could have faced the Mandalorians and saved all those innocents now lost. Even now Macha was fighting to save them, as she had saved all those worlds that would have burned had she not stopped them at Malachor V. Maybe Malachor wouldn’t have needed to be rent asunder if they hadn’t held those who weren’t cowards back until the Republic was on the brink. Maybe Revan and all the others wouldn’t have been lost. Bastila shook herself out of her reverie, seeing the confused and concerned Mission she replied tersely “She’s not a Jedi or a man. In fact, she’s Macha.” It was Mission’s turn to blush, as she muttered a reply “Oh, she’s pretty great… but wait, isn’t she a soldier you just met 6 days ago?” Bastila, slightly flustered, quickly replied “Well, you see, there is something called a Force bond and, well… our connection is special.” Bastila was then surprised to see a weak smile, Mission failed to suppress disappointment as she spoke “I’m real happy for you two, that sounds special… doubt you could ever be interested in me.” Bastila looked to the Twi’lek and expressed her uncertainty “You? Well I don’t see why not; Macha and I haven’t really talked about anything like commitment.” Mission looked more hopeful, but still had reservations “So you wouldn’t be betraying her by being with me?” Bastila shook her head, smiling as she looked into Mission’s hopeful eyes, replying, “Not at all, the bond Macha and I share is something that will never be broken, nothing could come between us. I… admire you too, you are quite beautiful and good at heart, but can you share me with Macha?” Mission’s face lit up with a smile as she nodded, it was clear no further words were required. They came together in a tender kiss as their hands roamed over each other’s voluptuous forms. Bastila appreciated Mission’s velvety blue skin, slightly warmer than a Human’s. Mission found the feeling of Bastila’s large breasts bearing down on her own smaller pair perfect. She caressed the toned muscles of Bastila’s back but couldn’t resist for long. Moving lower she reached between robust hips to squeeze and knead the rounded cheeks of Bastila’s ass. Bastila moaned into Missions mouth as she mirrored her, grasping the more petite but still substantial rear. it wasn’t long before Mission felt something enormous pressing and pulsating against her smooth navel. Very curious, she pulled back, and gasped as she saw Bastila’s throbbing rod jutting out from the top of panties which totally failed to contain the beast. She dropped to her knees instinctively, gaping as she took in the size. Both her hands together barely wrapping around the girth of the thick shaft. She stroked it as she said absently “Is this a human… thing? When you were walking around it seemed big, but this is… No wonder there are so damned many of you.” Bastila flushed as she shook her head, responding “The only other one I’ve seen… awake was Macha’s. If you’re comment refers to the size then no, we’re not all this big. Most human women aren’t like us at all actually.” Mission’s expression settled on one of determination with only a tinge of trepidation “Well if Macha can take it I can too.” Bastila had a small frown as she replied, “If it’s too bi-” She was cut off, moaning when Mission darted forward, taking the fat head into her eager mouth. Mission was almost intoxicated by the flavor of the bead of pre and the thick shaft. She barely had half of the it in her mouth before it became clear it wouldn’t be fitting in her throat any time soon. For a time, she enjoyed bobbing her head along what she could fit, the delicious stream of pre along with Bastila’s sighs telling her she was doing a good job. Eventually though she got frustrated and pulled back, using both hands to try to handle the rod as she reassured Bastila “Don’t worry, I’ll be just as good as Macha in no time!” At that Bastila couldn’t hold back, grunting as she lifted Mission to her feet before kissing her. Savoring her own taste before she pulled back and made herself clear “You don’t have to prove anything.” At that Bastila reached under Mission’s soaked panties, caressing her dripping sex clumsily, eliciting a giggle from Mission. Bastila gave Mission a pleading look and Mission guided her. Soon she was moaning as Bastila plunged in four fingers at a time. She gasped and sighed under Bastila’s ministrations, her juices sliding down her thick thighs. Mission couldn’t take any more foreplay, she quickly discarded her panties and got Bastila to withdraw her fingers. She reached for the fat cock, putting it between her own wide hips and bucking. As Mission coated the thick shaft with her wetness they shared a moan. Bastila took strength from the Force, before drawing a gasp from Mission, as she gripped the weighty spheres of Mission’s ass. She lifted the smaller woman high enough that Bastila could lick at one perky tit. When Mission wrapped her legs around Bastila’s narrow waist Bastila knew she was ready. Bastila slowly lowered the Twi’lek, who mewled and gasped as she was stretched by the massive rod. Mission gasped and cried until she finally bottomed out, letting out shuddering breaths as she tried to adjust to being so totally filled. Bastila held herself back for a time but eventually couldn’t help herself. She grunted as she grasped the supple round cheeks in her hands and gave a short thrust. Just one kiss from the head of Bastila’s fat cock to Mission’s deepest place was too much, she cried out desperately, clinging to Bastila as she wrapped her legs behind Bastila’s waist and her arms around her neck. She wailed in ecstasy as her cunt desperately tried to wring seed from the invader. Quivering as their mixed juices gushed down the base of Bastila’s thick shaft. Bastila used one hand to caress Mission’s back until finally she came down. Bastila, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice, asking “Is it too much?” The reply came urgently “Shut up, fuck me!” Bastila was more than happy to comply, goaded to finally unleash her frustration. She grunted and sighed as her hands sank into the soft roundness of Mission’s jiggling behind, bucking her broad hips to plough Mission with incredibly fast thrusts. Her own thick ass and thighs clenched and shook as they propelled the fat cock claiming Mission. Mission could only yelp and gasp as she got what she needed. Totally unprepared for the sublime, building pleasure she could only shut her eyes and hold on to Bastila’s neck as she cried out. Her legs, no longer required for support as Bastila’s Force powered grip and huge dick held her up, dangled and flailed on either side of Bastila’s narrow waist. Bastila’s pale skin and Mission’s blue complexion glistened as they both shared a myriad of shameless moans, groans, and sighs. Overcome again Mission toes curled as she cried out, hysterical as her sex clamped down, milking the monster. Bastila finally reached her first peak, letting out a shuddering sigh as she began thrusting even faster, driving ropes of thick cum into Mission’s womb. Mission whined as Bastila rutted forward again and again, pushing seed up into Mission’s deepest reaches as the excess dripped down her huge sack. Eventually she came down and hilted herself, panting as she tottered back on shaky legs, collapsing backwards onto the bed. Mission, also short of breath, mewled as she slowly slid off the still hard glistening pillar, collapsing beside her lover. Eventually, having caught her breath, she looked up and was shocked to see Bastila’s hard shaft as it throbbed, imposing as ever. Mission got on all fours, arching her back to present her pert ass and stuffed sex, even as she muttered “Is that why you Jedi aren’t supposed to do this? Cause it’s all you’d ever do?” Bastila smiled ruefully, lining her fat cock up and allowing it to press against Mission’s cunt. She lightly touched the blue cheeks that now bore purple handprints as she replied, “I don’t think so… but, well, give me a moment.” Mission looked over her shoulder and gave a quizzical look as Bastila concentrated on drawing on the Force to heal her. She sighed blissfully as the strain and oversensitivity she had been left with were washed away in a sublime heat. She shuddered, aware of almost nothing but the pleasant tingling and warmth that radiated from her core. Bastila queried, not sure if she would be rejuvenated as Macha had been “Feeling any better?” Mission answered physically, moving away slightly before crying out as she impaled herself on the huge rod. Bastila yelped, once again engulfed in velvety warmth. Mission sighed, rolling her wide hips and setting the blue globes of her ass jiggling as she began stirring the fat cock around inside her reshaped depths. Bastila moaned, quickly gripping Mission’s narrow waist as she began pummeling her once again, now with long thrusts. The sounds of their pleasure were accompanied by obscene noises, each powerful rut driving more seed from the already filled cunt. Bastila’s large balls were quickly coated in her own cum as they crashed into Mission’s clit with each powerful thrust, provoking wails from Mission as her rounded rear quaked with every impact of Bastila’s wide hips. Eventually it was too much, Mission’s arms collapsed beneath her. All she could concentrate on was rolling her hips, giving muffled cries into the bed beneath her. Bastila just grunted and sighed as she tightened her grip on Mission’s waist and ploughed forward faster and faster. Mission, overwhelmed by the sheer speed and size, was sent over the edge. She clamped down and wailed for a third time, aware of nothing but the huge tool still pushing her higher and higher. Bastila’s pounding grew even more fevered as Mission’s tightness threw her over the edge, her own ample tits and ass jiggling as her thrusts packed jets of seed deep into Mission. Each thrust drew moans from Bastila as Mission whined into the bed. Mission groaned as Bastila had stuffed her so full that her toned navel now showed the slightest bulge. Eventually Bastila’s ceaseless discharge wound down, they collapsed to the side as Mission drifted off to sleep, Bastila holding her. As Bastila began to doze she absently reached through the bond, learning Macha knew exactly what had happened and was mostly amused. Bastila joined Mission in sleep, content.

Chapter 1 - Wam wit ya!?

“Don’t know how many times I gotta tell ya. jus some minor turbulence.” She commented as the ship shook again in the night knocking his stuff over. “It's doing it A lot… I feel like if it knocks my stuff down more then… lets say 2 times in the last 5 minutes its got to be more than minor.” Elliott pointed out standing in the opening to her area on the ship. “Why ya come wake me up? Makoa tell ya same thing.” Ajay yawned as she sat up. “Well yeah, But” Mirage rubbed the back of his neck. “Crypto would too.” She went on as Crypto was their most recurring teammate together. “He’d just call me an idiot.” Mirage dropped his hand with a huff. “So do I need to call ya an idiot to not have ya wake me up?” She rubbed her eyes with another yawn. When he didn’t say anything like she expected she looked fully at him. His shoulders drooped as he looked down and to the side the hurt showing on his face. It was enough to fully wake her and she scooted up on her bed to relax against the wall that acted as the headboard. Her area was sparse and small in comparison to his and the other legends. A bed a chair a charging station for doc, A folding tray and the tools of her trade. The amount of items she had was small and minimal with each popping with her personality. “Ya okay?” She asked concerned pointing at the chair for him to sit down. “Do you pity me?” He asked when he sat down. “Huh?” She tilted her head confused. “You can pity me… Just… please don’t call me an idiot. You're the only one that hasn’t.” He said before a wave of rougher turbulence hit knocking him over onto her. She wrapped her arms around him catching him holding him while it went on. The others were used to the turbulence or things like this just didn’t bother them. It wasn’t the first time he came to her room at night scared of the turbulence that happened on the ship. This however was the first time it had been this bad and it showed in his trembling that he tried to hide by tensing. “Again again!” Octane shouted in his area never sleeping very much. Makoa’s snoring could be heard softly before she spoke. “Yeah it not minor now… I promise to let ya know when to worry, Kay?” She pointed over at Makoa’s area when he snored again, “Also FYI if he didn’t wake up usually ya don’t have to worry.” He just stayed silent but adjusted to be curled up on her bed and semi on her lap. She wished she knew exactly what else has gotten into him. She also wished she could tell him that she didn’t pity him but it would be a lie. She kept holding him cradling him as the shaking of the ship continued. (Ya really never left home before have ya?) she thought to herself. “Ajay can you pity me enough to let me stay here?” Mirage finally breaking the silence. “Wam wit ya?” She continued to be confounded by his sudden obsession with pity. “I don’t know what that means.” Mirage responded his body going more limp on her. “Witt wha dis really about?” She arched a brow. “Do you like Wiener dogs? I like Wiener dogs.” He continued avoiding the subject. “I like chugs.” She moved an arm to rest her head on her hand but kept one arm on him. “Chugs are great!” He talked softer, “Chugs are great…” then got loud again, “What is a chug?” “A pug Chihuahua mix.” “Cool cool. That's cool. I like chiha Chiwa Chichi… Dogs!” “So wh-” Her eye twitched at another interruption. “Did you know I own a bar… wait of course you do. Everyone doe-” He continued until Ajay clasped her hand on his mouth. “I will kick ya literally out of my area and have Wattson set up a fence if ya don’t tell me what's wrong.” Her frustration echoed in her voice. He mumbled against her hand but she already knew he would make a joke so as soon as she figured he got it out of his system she moved it. He gave her space moving to the middle closer to the foot of the bed his feet moving nervously on the floor as he sat. “Did you know you smell sweet. Like candy… I can’t place the kind but its not expected. I thought you’d sme-” Ajay raised her foot. “I’m trying. I’m trying!” He covered his face trying to gather himself. She placed her foot on him gently and patted him comfortingly with it. “Witt… Its okay. Ya don-.” Ajay stopped mid sentence in surprise when he turned around and grabbed her ankle. His lips came and kissed the top of her foot and then he kissed the top of her big toe. “I have a crush on you.” He looked straight at her before his tongue came out and he licked across the top of her toes closing his eyes “I’ll do whatever you want me too. Just give me a chance. Even if its out of pity I can live with your pity.” He continued to worship her foot getting into it. Her eyes were wide in shock. She expected him to talk about his mother ask for help, something. Maybe how he misses home and hates flying like this. Perhaps how she makes him feel safe and is scared… But nothing like this. She needed a moment to think even more so since she was enjoying him worshiping her foot. “I want hot chocolate.” She went with the first thing that came to mind. “Your wish is my command.” He got up winked and pointed at her other foot, “Don’t worry I’ll give you attention when I get back.” He clicks his tongue and then leaves. Ajay rested her forehead in her hand. She wasn’t sure what to do as she really didn’t want to hurt him. She really had no thoughts or plans on a relationship since she left her family. It wasn’t that important to her or even a priority as her goal was to help people.  “Weren’t Octane and Crypto making fun of him behind his back because…” She snatched her phone. Ajay:Octane I know ya still up. Ya know the other day. Crypto and Ya were looking at something and making fun of Mirage. What was it? Octane:It’s great for an lol hermana. (he attached a file that showed Mirage’s dating profile.) Ajay:Thanks. Octane:De nada Ajay: And go to bed! Octane:Jaja She looked it over and let out a sigh and dropped her head, “Ya really lonely Witt.” She adjusted hugging her knees, “Is pity really a good basis to start a relationship?” Meanwhile in the kitchen as he got the milk out of the fridge in the common area kitchen. “I think that went well.” He called out some decoys to keep him company. “Don’t you think it went well? Of course ya do.” He filled up the blender with the milk and other ingredients for his mother’s special hot chocolate. He paused for a moment and let out a breath blowing away the bad feelings before starting the blender. “You think I’m too old for her?” He asked one of his decoys who shook its head, “I didn’t think so. I mean she is a year younger than the youngest I said I was looking for. As they say can’t help who you get feelings for.” He turned it off and took a pot and poured what was in the blender into it and put it on the stove. “I hope I can keep up. Of course I can keep up. I’m still young. I’m hip and I’m going to go back with the most bombing hot cocoa that will ever touch her lips.” He let out another sigh as he stirred the liquid whispering to himself now. “After all… I don’t expect my lips to ever grace hers. Even if she treats me as nothing more than you know… like a dog I could be happy with that… Just as long as I can be in her life in a way more then just Mirage a teammate she sometimes gets stuck with. Who she has to save at least once a match. The one everyone calls an idiot. I can deal with her pity as long as she doesn’t see me like that.” It started to boil over “Crap I put too much!” He turned off the fire and went about cleaning up the mess. “I also made to much too.” “You really need to stop talking to yourself Amigo.” Octane started to run his hands through one of his decoys. “Hey! Rude. This was a private conversation.” He motioned between him and the decoy with the pot and the spoon held over it in the other. “Mira Amigo…” he placed his hand on his shoulder looking ready to say something profound. “Give me some of that hot chocolate.”  After fighting with Octane who stole the first batch he came back with a large thermos full of hot chocolate. She arched a brow at him expecting just a small mug not to mention how long he took. “I thought ya got lost.” She smirked taking it. “What? Me? no never… Not after that fir… Ok sec- mm third time. This ship's big okay!” He looked at her Indignant. Ajay giggled and looked over the thermos as she opened it. “This has ya face on it.” “A thermos almost as handsome as me. Bet you can’t believe it huh But its real right there in those lovely hands of yours.” Not saying what he means to say he takes a deep breath and looked to the side as looking at her made it even harder for him to say what he wanted, “I wanted you to have it. It's one of a kind. To ya know think of me.” “Thank ya” Her heart ached for a moment at how lonely he was.  (If I disliked him even a little this would be an easy decision)She thought to herself as she still wrestled within. She finally took a sip of the hot chocolate and it was to hot causing her head to jerk away. Her hand pulled it away and her other hand came up to touch her lips. She breathed a little faster as some of the hot liquid was in her mouth. She didn’t want to spit it out to give him the wrong impression. “Sorry was it too hot?! I can go get some Ice cubes… Again Sorry.” He went to rush out. Ajay’s hand grabbed his wrist and he turned towards her. “No. It’s okay.” She let go and pointed at the tray. “Set that up. We can place it down and it can cool off.” He smirked awkwardly  set it up putting it where it would be semi out of the way. He then took the thermos placed it down with the cap off booping his face on it. “Did ya add something to the Cocoa?” She moved her pink hair behind her ear. “It’s my ma’s recipe. Perfect for the winter months. Great for making the body and the heart warm.” His face showing a fond reminiscence. “I’ll have to get a betta taste when it cools.” She looked off to the side but smiled. “You want to know what else you can use to make your body warm” He pointed at himself with his thumbs on both hands. “This guy. Right here. I can make your dreams come true. Just tell me them and I’ll make them happen. No hesitation anything your into. Just say the word and I’ll do it. Give the order and I’ll follow. Just umm something the something and I’ll be right there.” He snapped his fingers, “Damn I thought I had that.” He sat down on the bed again. There was a bit of silence until Ajay broke it, “Talk is ya in charge of the winter event.” “Yeah, Yeah. I think it will be great. Every thing’s decided and planned they just need to get things set up. Its what the fans want. Everything I need to do is pretty much done outside of the final looksie when it's all set up. Should be great. Should be great. At least I hope it's great.” “Shh shhh. It be fine.” She waved her hand in a fashion to say calm down. “Do you know what your themed costume is going to be? I bet no matter whaaaat it is you’ll look sexy. And well if you haven’t figured it out yet. I can always help. I mean mine is already chosen. Your not going to be able to take your eyes off me. Wink wink” He winked each time he said wink.  “The themed costumes is how we all figured out it was ya.” She shook her head with a laugh. “Hey I’m not the only one who likes costumes.” He snaps his fingers a few times trying to figure it out. Then points “Bloodhound!” Then turns his head to the side and places his finger on his chin, “No no. That's not right… Well someone else has to like costumes other than me.” He decided to take a chance and cozy up closer to her. “You like costumes don’t you?” Then the ship shook hard again causing a loud clatter and him to fall forward right into her boobs. His face in them and his hand on one of them. He didn’t move as he has been close to them but never actually on them. They felt nice not large but still a good handful and as he always says a handful’s all you really need when your talking boobs.  “You… your not wearing a bra.” He commented from right there his hand still cupping the one. “No. Its not comfortable to sleep in one.” Then she remembered hearing the crash, “The Thermos!”  Ajay pushed him over and jumped up fishing the small hand towel she kept in her pants that hung over the chair. Elliott noticing her panic quickly picked up the thermos and placed it up right on the floor. He kneeled down and took off his loose green turtle neck and started using it to sop up the spill. He winced as the hot liquid started causing his hands to hurt from the prolonged contact. “Be careful!” She kneeled next to him after turning on a light pulling his hands away from the mess. “But the…the stuff.” He was concerned but ended up wincing when she touched a tender area on his hand. “It can wait. Ya got enough of it up.” She looked seriously at his hands moving them gently when she needed a better look. “Ya live.” She pulled out a small icepack from broke the crystals inside it so it would start cooling off. She then placed the hand towel she grabbed out around it and placed it in his hands having him hold it between both. “Do I get a lollipop if I’m a good boy.” He put on what he thought was a charming smile but came across as very goofy. She smirked with a laugh “Sit on my bed while I finish cleaning up.” She left to get towels from the communal area and when she returned he was using his around the “ship” shoes as he called them to keep wiping up the mess with his shirt. “Get ya ass on the bed.” Her tone wasn’t angry and she motioned with her head to the bed. “Yes Ma’am!” He plopped onto it almost dropping the ice pack when he realized how it could be taken and fumbled to catch it just barely managing to before it hit the floor. “Well not you know Ma’am like old but Ma’am as the one in charge. The authority. The sexy authority if I do say so myself.” “Don’t ya forget it.” She teased as she got on her knees to start cleaning up the rest as he got a good view of her ass in her baggy legged pj bottoms. “Hey, I I can take over. Its probably, most likely cooled by now and my hands feel fine.” He offered not even seconds after she started cleaning up. “I got it. Not much left.” She responded not even looking his way as she screwed the top back on the thermos and putting it out of the way. His top got most of it so she would wrap his top in a towel so it wouldn’t drip. Then wiped up what was underneath it. Each movement of her arm wiping the floor made her butt jiggle. This was the first time he has seen her in this sort of position outside of combat so he couldn’t help but stare. “Ya know ya top be stained now.” She commented as she sat back on her legs tying the towel around his top making a small carry bundle. “Now let's get ya taken care of… Doc I need ya to wake up for a bit.”  She patted doc softly to wake him and standing up while he slowly came to life from the charging station. He was right near where the spill was so it made sense to Elliott now why she was in such a rush to clean it up. Doc floated up and lost altitude floated up and lost it again before floating up seeming to be fully awake now. “Good Doc. Now I’m going to go take these out then we need to take care of Witt.” Doc looked at Witt and then back at Ajay and nodded. She headed out and he floated around and hovered above Witt extending down his tentacle like appendages. They just were hanging down around him one of them just resting on his shoulder.  “You make me kind of nervous up there like that lil bud.” This is the first time he has been alone with D.O.C. so he fidgeted nervously. He couldn’t remember her leaving anyone else alone with him before. If anyone would have been alone with D.O.C. it would have been Octane. He doesn’t count though at least that is what Mirage told himself.  “Hey lil bud. Ajay leave ya alone with anyone else?” He asked hopeful of the answer. “No, But my Doc is familiar with ya. Ya the one we have to help the most out of everyone.” Ajay stated so matter of fact. “Oh okay okay. I get it, I get it.” He dropped his head for a moment a little disappointed “Hey at least if ya ever need someone to sit doc I’m your man.”  Perking the mood and himself back up. She gave a small laugh as she came over sitting next to him. D.O.C. coming around to hover next to her. She took the ice pack and placed it on the bed as she examined his hands once more. “Your hands feel really warm. They always feel really warm you know that. I mean the first time you had to tend to me I thought with the gloves and all you would feel cold. I mean most doctors I saw had cold hands. But you your hands were warm and… and…”  Ajay places her finger on his mouth. “Shh Shh relax. Don’t be so nervous.” “Well I felt like I was in really good hands ya know?” He continued his thought against her finger as he looks her in the eyes. She stares at him and then he looks to the side. “Sorry.” She moved her finger and continued her work. She pulled one of D.O.C.’s tentacles and attached it to the back of one hand and then attached another to the other. She took the chance to turn off the light again leaving only the low light that came from the opening to her area. “Won’t take long now.”  She looked over at D.O.C. and then back towards Witt as she sat down holding both his hands her eyes looked only at them. He looked only at her face as the tentacles started to glow and even as the healing rush he has come familiar with washed over him he barely noticed it. For the blue glow in the dimly lit room lit up those beautiful brown eyes with a hue of blue. He wanted to touch her face or run his fingers through her pink hair but he was afraid of ruining his chances by taking liberties to quickly. “There” Ajay said as she unattached the tentacles the glow fading quickly. D.O.C. came over closer retracting his appendages and nudged her and she pet him. She placed her hands on each side holding him and he turned his thrusters off. She then gave him a hug as she carried him back over to the charging station and proceeded to tuck him back into what amounted to his bed. “Ssoooo Do I get a lollipop?” he asked when she walked back over flashing his pearly whites. “If I gave ya a lollipop every time I looked afta ya You’d get fat” She tapped his stomach with the back of her hand a couple times after she plopped onto the bed next to him. “But this one time I’ll give ya a treat that isn’t a lollipop since I’m out. I’ll let ya choose but if it's outrageous I’ll kick ya out of my room.” She rested back on her bed and nudged him a couple times with her foot. He looked down at her foot against him and followed it up to her face. He was thinking not wanting to just open his mouth like he usually does and babble like has been told by others he does. Then as the silence went on he felt more awkward and then he started just staring at her foot. It was the one he didn’t give attention to earlier that he told he would. She nudged him again as he was taking to long to talk. He looked off to the side away from her, “Can I lick ya foot like a lollipop? Both of them… If your okay with that. I mean I guess it might be a little weird. So if its too weird I get it. I mean of cour-.” Without him even realizing Ajay adjusted her position and used her legs to pull him over. His head rested on her thigh for a moment until she moved her leg putting her foot in front of his face. “Go for it.” She commented not realizing she had an amused look on her face. “He adjusted so he could get better access holding her ankle so her leg wouldn’t get tired. Before starting he looked up at her almost finding it hard to believe but he couldn’t help but be excited. “You approve?!” She placed her foot against his mouth and nodded. “Yes Witt.” Elliott brought his hand up to gently hold her foot once more. His eyes looked at her from over her toes and kept looking at her as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue up the side of her well pedicured foot. Her feet were average sized and clean from the shower she had before bed. She wiggled her toes just because, and he came up and licked under and over each one before sucking on each one gently. (I never did anything like this before. Have I? I mean I don’t remember If I have. Ah never mind. I wonder what brought me to confess while doing something like this. Well that doesn’t matter I like this and I like her… I like it and she approves of it. I mean yes I am not really sure if she has approved of me yet… But she approves of this and that's a definite win. And she sees me she said my name after all so that's another win. I mean yes its my last name but still my name! So look at me with the 2 wins and no rejection yet. Go you good looking guy you.) When he was done sucking on each of her cute little toes he kissed the top of her foot. He kissed it some more on different parts venturing up to her ankle. His eyes closing as he was getting more and more into gliding his tongue across the top. Ajay crossed her arms drinking in the view of mirage in his under shirt worshiping her foot. The sensations she felt were enjoyable even when his chin hair tickled her foot they were quickly drowned out by it. She subconsciously licked her lips after he closed his eyes the toes on her other foot gripping the sheets and letting them go on and off as she worked to keep herself under control. When he felt like he gave it enough attention and he knew way more attention then the other when he confessed he placed it gently down on the bed. Kissing the top one last time before he lifted the other and was about to start when another set of rough turbulence hit. He fell forward his face connecting with her foot hard. He grabbed his face and rolled onto his side as he lay between her legs she spread wide when she felt the impact. “Hey ya okay? Felt like ya got kicked pretty hard.” She asked leaning over him her leg hanging off the side of the bed and the other her knee bent giving him room. “Yeah. Best kick to the face I’ve ever gotten.” He commented with his joking laugh as took his hand off his face hugging himself he lay there the ship still shaking. (I just got Cock blocked by turbulence. ehahaha… Just my luck.) She leaned over him and snatched her phone from beside her pillow. She used the light from it to help her examine his face. She was careful as the shaking was lasting longer this time the ship seeming to have a harder time compensating for it. When another hard jerk hit she caught herself before falling on top of him but her chest ended up just an inch away from his face. “No need to worry. That face of yours not gonna bruise.” She let him know tho after he took Octane’s metal foot to it so many times she doubted anything blunt would damage that face. “That's good. Cause, I mean, come on who would want to deprive the world of this handsome face. I surely can’t deny you it.” He responded with a smirk as he rolled onto his back. “Hey can I stay with you tonight?” He looked to the side trying to hide the reason why. Places her finger on his forehead already knowing why but the first time he actually asked for this sort of thing “My bed and space not big enough for us to share and I aint sleeping in ya area. To much chance of things falling on me.” “Please? Pretty please? I ne-” She placed her hand over his mouth not wanting him to continue with the words she had a feeling he would say. Already feeling a bit guilty of how much she enjoyed seeing him in the sort of position earlier. She was into the whole Dom and Sub thing but knowing what she knew about Witt she wasn’t sure if it was right. “Let’s go lime with Octane. Play games all night. We just heading back now anyway so I can do an all nighter.” She jumped off the bed and grabbed his wrists pulling him up and out of her bed. He smirked relieved that she still wanted to be around him, “Sounds fun.” She put her finger to her lips not wanting him to wake up the others by being to loud. She held his wrist as she lead him over to Octane’s area. “Hola hermana.” He kicked off and spun himself around and around in his chair. “We goin’ ta lime and play games. Ya got my controller?” She let go of mirage and walked closer. Octane jumped off the chair as it still spun landing where he thought he put it. He started tossing cans a few empty stims one full one and a few other various items. Many of them Elliott had to dodge making him wonder if he was aiming at him. “Found it! See all bueno.” It had fallen behind his beanbag chair. “If it wasn’t in this case it wouldn’t be.” She retorted. “Give me some crédito. I at least haven’t lost it.” He responded as he went to find the other one. “Yet. I’ll give ya credit when ya don’t have to look for it each time I ask.” She plugged it as well with another controller she noticed next to his speaker into the quick charger. “Witt mind going and get some trash bags. I’m going to make him pick up his place.” “Yeah no problem. No prob.” Elliott walked out to get them his head hanging a bit. “Your not fair.” Octane commented. As Elliott went to get them he felt sort of out of place with them. The times they were alone outside of a match he saw a side of her that he never saw when she was in a group. Now that it was just the three of them outside of a match he could see how close their friendship was. He started to doubt himself as he returned with them. “Hey Amigo, took you long enough.” Octane had already been gathering his trash. “So are you the reason his area gets cleaned.” He asked after opening and holding it open to be helpful. “She also makes me do it before leaving the ship. They have cleaning crews. They could do it.” He responded even though he wasn’t being talked too. “They are hired to clean the ship not ya mess.” She scolded. “My mess is in the ship.” He retorted pointing at her which she slapped causing him to pull his hand with a hiss of pain. Ajay rolled her eyes before looking over at Elliott with a smile, “So Witt. We decide who picks the next game after each game with rock paper scissors.” “Ooo sounds fun.” He responded despite being unsure since he hadn’t played that many video games. “Get ready to get reckt Amigo!” Octane told Elliott confidently. “Finish cleaning then ya boys can get beat by me.” She assured as she closed the game and brought up the library. “Now I’ll go make some coffee. How do ya like yours?” She turned towards Witt. “However you like yours is good for me.” He finger gunned with a wink for emphasis. “Ok.” She left them. “Hope you like mocha amigo. That's one of her favorites.” “Never would have guessed Mocha. Always took her for a spiced bitter coffee.” He rubbed his chin still holding the bag with one hand. “There is a lot you don’t know about Ajay.” Octane sounded serious which threw Witt for a loop. “Anything else ya can hint me to buddy.” Elliott recovering taking the chance to hopefully glean more information about the one and only Ajay Che. “No.” Stuffing down the bag. “Oh come on I’m sure there is something you can tell me.” He closed and tied the 2nd bag and opened the 2nd one. “No… On second thought… Yes.” Octane starting to fill the 2nd one wondering how long its been since Ajay forced him to clean up. “Really?” surprised he gave in. “Ajay is like a Calabaza.” Seeing his confused face, “Pumpkin. One that has been carved up like a Jack-o-lantern. Thick skinned with many deep cuts creating the face everyone sees.” “You saw my dating profile and are teasing me, aren’t you?” Elliott’s face went flat. “Si!… and no.” (what is that supposed to mean? Yes and no. She is like a pumpkin? He’s just messing with me like always. Just trying to keep me guessing. Or maybe he was just trying to tell me that I have to find out on my own. One thing he said is true… There is a lot about her I don’t know… What if like a jack-o-lantern pumpkin is an actual hint. And here people are saying its hard to take me seriously. They should spend some time with him.) Mirage was baffled with trying to figure out if the whole thing was just to mess with him that it was silent until Lifeline returned. He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize that Octane had taken the bags and left to throw them out. “We’ll just share this.” She came back shaking the thermos to mix the contents more before handing it to him. “I drank what hot chocolate was left in it before washing. Big ups to ya mom’s recipe.” He perked up, “Oh you, you managed to try some more? That's great. It probably was cold. It's even better hot. Though not like scalding like your first sip. So warm might be a more apropia Aprite Apo… better description.” “Leeeets go!” Octane returning full of impatience as always. “Okay okay.” She waved him off taking the thermos back and taking a gulp of the liquid before closing it and handing it back to him. “So Witt this is how we do our rock paper scissors. We put our backs to each we say 1 2 3 and go but because Octanes 1 2 3 is always on a different speed. When the last person says go then you turn around with whatever you had chosen.” “Gotcha. Gotcha.” He turned his back to them and decided to finally take a drink. “It is Mocha. Is this dark chocolate? Seems a bit more creamy then normal Mocha too.” He said out loud without even thinking. Ajay laughed while Octane did an annoyed groan, “I’m bored.” “Sorry Sorry.” Witt closing the thermos then smirking to himself as he realized it was an indirect kiss. “Okay I’m ready.” Ajay sat on the floor letting the boys take the beanbag chair and gaming chair. Elliott lost all the early rounds of rock paper scissors as well as most of the games themselves. He won a couple rounds of the games that had all of them verse each other whether it be fighting or free for all shooters. Usually cause they would kill each other and he came in and beat the victor. Surprising to him however was that Ajay actually won most of the matches. Noticing Witt struggling Ajay took pity on him and only chose games they could all play together on the same team or had a co-op where one of them would be on a team with a computer. She made sure that he would be on a team with either of them. Octane always complaining about getting stuck on a team with Witt which he took in stride with a joke. The turbulence hit now and then in the first hours of their all nighter but not as hard. Then a couple hours of none at all Witt fell asleep in the beanbag chair. Ajay had to stop Octane from drawing on his face and took him to his area making sure he was well covered so he wouldn’t get sick before she retired to her bed for the last hours until things got to active.

Chapter 2 - This is My Peluche Now

They lost but to them it didn’t feel like a loss. Pathfinder helped his friend find their legs. While lifeline and octane had the start of a different relationship between the two of them.     “Congratulations you two!” Gibraltar said as he slapped them on the back.     Wattson giggled “We found you two in cage a long while before, But you know the electricity between you two was burning. Get it? Hehe!” As always, she felt she made a joke.     “Had to convince bloodhound here to wait.” Gibraltar nudged bloodhound with his shoulder.     “I did not understand the reason for the wait but waiting turned out to be the right move, for we got the whole squad.” Bloodhound said then just walked off.     Gibraltar slapped them on the back again with a push as if telling them to just get out of here already. “Have fun you two!”     “See you later.” Wattson waved then clapped softly a moment later as an idea hit, “Oh and the view from the scaffolding of Thunderdome you should see.” Then put up a finger, “Not during a match tho. Its out of bounds.”     Then Wattson and Gibraltar walked off but they could hear the start of their conversation, “I brought home cooking for you today.”     “I’ve been wondering when you’d bring it again. It is so good.” Wattson said excited.     “So…” Octane leaned in close and whispered, “continue where we left off?”     “We taking ya to the hospital.” Lifeline crossed her arms.     “But hospitals are so boring! You can always patch me up, You’ll be right there.” He nudged her playfully, then grabbed his side and let out a small hiss.     She grabbed his hand and started to walk, pulling him along, “We going to hospital.” Her tone bargained no arguments.     “Can’t we just make love and go Manana? I've been waiting a long time Ju know.”     She squeezed his hand tight when she stopped and turned giving him a look that matched her earlier tone. Before she said anything he asked hopeful “Then at least stay with me Yea?”     Her features softened and nodded, “I will stay as long as I can.”     He didn’t protest after and kept pace with her holding hands until the train when he fell asleep. She wrapped her arm around him letting him use her as a pillow.     “Enjoy ya nap time” She whispered before kissing the top of his cap covered head.     It was a bit strange but felt right at the same time being like this. He slept a lot stiller then she had in her mind. He was always so twitchy when awake and always seemed to be moving something. She kind of figured it would be the same when asleep.     Then all of a sudden he bolted up and just sort of stared at her after scooting a bit away.     “Wam wit ya?” Ajay said with an arched brow.     He seemed to relax suddenly as he rested against her again. “Are we there yet?” He started to wiggle his metal legs impatiently.     She looked at him quizzically then shrugged it off. “Almost.”     When their stop was announced as the next he jumped right up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the doors. As soon as they opened he bolted causing her to stumble. She recovered quickly but was dragged a long.     “Hey, slow up yaself.” She planted herself and leaned back.     “Ay sorry. I just want to get out of here already.” He stopped long enough for her to start moving again and then walked at the pace she allowed him.     “Ya haven’t even gotten there yet.”     At the hospital he was seen a lot quicker then others. After all he was Octavio Silva the heir to Silva Pharmaceuticals. Most people just figured it was because he was Octane since he hadn’t changed yet. He made sure to keep his real name and face away from his Octane persona. He preferred to be Octane over Octavio Silva but he was who he was. He also couldn’t deny the perks and the trust fund being a Silva gave him, giving him the ability to be Octane to begin with.     The doctor came into the room after all the examination and tests were done. “You will stay for further examination and observation.”     Instead of sitting in the bed like he was suppose to be he was running and jumping in place. “No Bueno I have stuff to do.”     The doctor continued just a bit annoyed. “After this amount of time, its unusual for your body to not have recovered. It’s concerning that even with the help of Ajay’s Doc your still at this stage of the healing process. I believe it has something to do with Wraith’s ability, so I want to keep you here for observation. You also should be in bed resting as to not agitate the damage your body is trying to heal.”     “I feel fine Amigo. Just tell Ajay when she gets back that I’m okay.”     “Ya better get back in that bed.” She ordered as she walked back in holding 2 containers of food and balancing 4 drinks on top.     “There’s no reason to chica I’m-” He jogged towards the door.     “Don’t ya try and play me. I was told whats up.”     He stopped in place, “Busted.”     “Ya can leave. I’ll explain things.” Ajay told the doctor she knew Octane wouldn’t listen to him.     “Take your time. No one will disturb you. Just make sure you let one of the nurses know your decision.” He said as he walked towards the door.     “Will do.” As soon as the Doctor left and closed the door, “Get yaself back in bed. Let’s fet.”     He didn’t argue he sat back in bed. She placed the food on the bed table and rolled it over. As soon as the containers were in reach he opened them up. Inside one of them was Fries and biscuits. The other had popcorn shrimp and crispy chicken wings. Before she even sat down with one of the 4 cans he had his mask off and biting into a chicken wing.     They sat in silence for a couple minutes as they ate. Octavio devouring almost all the chicken wings in that time.     “Ya always did eat to fast.” She commented after taking a drink.     “Speed is life.”     “Since ya bring up life. If this relationship is going further ya need to take care of yaself”     “You talking crazy. I take care of myself.” He really didn’t understand the big deal.     “Octavio… I don’t expect ya to quit ya thrill seeking. We both do life threatening things. My job and the Apex games could get me killed one day.”     “Che, Now you really talking crazy. Your to fuerte, Strong for that.”     “Will ya just listen to me.” She pointed at him to emphasize her annoyance.     “Si” He grabbed one of the biscuits and nibbled on it.     “I blocked ya cause ya were playing to much with ya life. Ya just seemed like ya life could be thrown away jus to not be bored. Ya very selfish and I didn’t want to get more attached to someone who wouldn’t take the precautions.”     “You were attached to me then?” He was surprised.     “Of course I was, ya stupid? Ya were my friend.”     “Why you didn’t tell me chica?”     She glared “Theeen ya just show up at the Apex games. It wasn’t much betta but at least ya’d have a team to watch after ya. Ya made it hard to keep me distance. Kept bugging me to unblock ya.”     “If you just unblocked me Chica I could have bugged you about something else.”     “Ya keep interrupting I won’t unblock ya now.” He reached for the last couple chicken wings, “And don’t ya eat all the wings.”     She stood up grabbed some fries and shoved it into his mouth. Then snatched a wing and plopped back down taking an aggressive bite out of it.     He chewed the fries a few times and sucked the part that was sticking out into his mouth as he ate. Its been a long while since they just sat here like this. Eating, talking, her forcing food into his mouth. It was like old times and it made him smile.     “I love you Ajay che.”     “And I love ya Octavio Silva.” She said with a small smile after she swallowed the food in her mouth.     Octane knew she would say more and instead beat her to it. “It will be so boooring but I’ll do what the doc wants. You will come play with me everyday Chica?”     She was a bit shocked as it went a lot smoother then she expected. She smiled standing up grabbing the back of his head and kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her wanting to keep her close.      It felt a bit strange to Ajay to be kissing Octane like this. They grew up together and understood a lot about each other. She grew feelings for him but she never could place when they first started. She never figured this would actually happen.     She pulled away and as she sat back down, “We should finish before it gets cold.”     “That was to quick.” He was disappointed.     “I thought ya said speed was life?” She teased.     “Ay, no fair.” He pouted and snatched the last chicken wing and took a big bite out of it.     She just laughed and ate some more shrimp. The rest of the meal went pleasantly despite Octane polishing off 2/3 of it.     “So what about dessert?”     “Well ya going to be stuck with hospital food after this. So what ya want?” She was willing to spoil him a bit.     “Tarta de Crema. Cream pie” he smirked looking at her up and down.     She stood up and turned around and walked towards the door, “So Banana cream pie it is.”     “Thats not what I-”     “I know what ya meant. I’m going to talk to the nurse while I’m out. Ya betta be here when I return.” The door closed.     While she was gone he met with the doctor. Who went over things with him. They wanted to keep him for 3 days to monitor and for him to be on antibiotics for 10 days. He was to take it easy and not do strenuous activity. All octane could think was. Boring boring boring.     The doctor and the paperwork were all finished by time she returned with a whole banana cream pie and 2 forks. She also had a large duffel bag with her.     “There you are! Took you long enough.” He had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot while still sitting in the bed.     “Ya like a dog. A few minutes feels like forever.”     She placed the pie down opened the top of the container it was in and handed him a fork. She sat down on the bed on the other side of the table.     “Maybe you should get me a leash?” he played as he got himself a fork full.     “I might if ya not careful.”     “You spending the night chica?” He hoped.     “I told ya id stay as long as I can. Did ya forget?” She took her first fork full.     “Oh yea” He smiled as he never thought ‘as long as she could’ could possibly go as far as that.     The room he got was one of those private suite hospital rooms for the wealthy and/or famous. The room was rather large with a more comfortable bed. It had a larger TV and even a recliner. It had some extra entertainment items like board games and video games. It even had a holovid library you could see movies from. A normal person wouldn’t be bored or uncomfortable in accommodations like this.     Ajay slept on the recliner curled up in her sleeping bag. Her D.O.C plugged in beside her charging. Octavio couldn’t help but stare at her as she slept. All thats sticking out was her head her hair still tied up in buns and she snored softly. He couldn’t remember the last time he has actually seen her sleeping. It had to have been when they were kids when she had that pig stuffed animal.     “Wow, We really have known each other for awhile.” He commented out loud to himself. “Oops” he whispered not wanting to wake her.     “Ya should be sleeping.” Ajay said her eyes open now.     “Your a light sleeper.” He was surprised.     “Not always. Now go back to sleep.” She ordered.     “Going back to sleep would work if i had been asleep before chica.” She threw a pillow which hit him “This is my peluche now.” He rolled onto his side facing her and cuddled it.     “Give me back my pillow.”     “No.”     “Silva just toss it back.”     “No.”     “Silva!”     “Its mine now,” he said as he hugged it tighter and half rolled, pulling the pillow away.     She growled and unzipped the sleeping bag and stomped over. Right as she reached for it he quickly pounced her wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulled her to him on the bed as he planted his lips on hers. She was thrown off balance and before collapsing on him caught herself with her arm.     When the kiss broke, “Now can I have another? A dulces sueños kiss?”     Octavio knew she understood very little Spanish. He loved to throw Spanish words in with his English whether thru talk or text. Ajay most of the time was able to guess what the word could be with what was around it.     “A… Goodnight kiss?” She guessed as she stood back up.     He chuckled, “A sweet dreams kiss.”     “Ya should actually get comfortable to sleep.” He started to wiggle and adjust while he held her pillow which she then snatched and tossed it onto the recliner, “Without my pillow.”     He laughed and playfully pouted, “Aww now I’ll never sleep.”     “If ya don’t sleep no kiss needed then.” She retorted amused.     “No fair… Besame… Kiss me I’ll sleep.” He held her hand and tugged it gently. “Come on come on come on or I’ll just keep you up all night”     She rolled her eyes “Ya better sleep.”     She sat on the edge of the bed and She leaned over him. He let go of her hand and she placed hers next to his head as he lay there. The kiss was soft and light on his lips before pulling away to kiss the top of his head.     “Sweet dreams Octavio” she whispered while still leaning over him before getting up.     “Goodnight Ajay. Dulces sueños” Octavio sincerely wished.     Lifeline fell asleep before Octane and he just watched her until finally drifting off himself.

Chapter 1 - A Show To Remember

Within the Pride ring of Hell, a luxury pink convertible drives up a pathway toward a large building. Fixed atop the building were the words, 'Hazbin Hotel.' A generally unassuming albeit garish-looking place, which in itself made it fit perfectly within the confines of the Underworld. Coming to a stop, the passenger-side car door opens, and a long pair of high-heeled boots steps out, soon followed by their owner, none other than the celebrity singer of both Hell and Earth herself, Verosika Mayday. However, instead of her usual confidence, which left most people swooning after her, her face was fixed on an expression of confusion and concern, especially as she got a better look at the place she was expected to enter. Turning toward her driver, she gives the large Hellhound a nod, who then nods back to her before driving off, leaving the singer all by her lonesome as she takes a breath to steady herself. After which, she tries to regain some of the confidence she would usually have and proceeds forward to the front door. "And I'm tellin' you, I don't know what happened to your whiskey! So stop accusin' me of shit that I ain't even do!" A muffled voice yells out from inside the building. "Bullshit! I saw you checkin' out my liquor cabinet last night. And the next time I went in there, it was gone!" Another voice yells back, sending a shock of reluctance through the once self-assured singer as she raises up a hand to knock. "I was just checkin' to see if you had any wine! Mama's gotta wind down at the end of the day somehow, you paranoid old man!" The first voice calls back. "Well, you better hope I find it then. Cause for every second that I don't, you're banned from the bar!" The second, more gruff voice yells just as Verosika knocks. "Husky!- Oh, damn it. See, someone's probably here to complain about our screamin'." The first voice says before Verosika could hear what sounded like footsteps approaching the door, causing her to try and straighten herself out to the best of her abilities and look her part the moment the door is thrown open, and she ends up coming face to face with.... "Angel Dust?" Verosika asks, raising an eyebrow at the pornstar, who looks just as shocked as she did to see her there. "Verosika? The fuck are you doin' here?" Angel asks, looking up and down the singer's frame. She could ask him the exact same thing. "Got a request from the princess of Hell for a private meeting." Verosika says, lifting up her sunglasses to peer past Angel into the building behind him, seeing nothing really of note. For a second, Angel seems to process the information given to him before his face suddenly lights up with a smile as he lets out a little chuckle. "No, shit." He practically mutters under his breath before stepping to the side to let her in. "Heh, head on in, I'll go get Charlie for ya'." Angel says as he walks off, going up a flight of nearby stairs, still giggling to himself while Verosika watches him go. It was strange seeing a pornstar as infamous as Angel Dust working in a place like this. Their relationship wasn't exactly the strongest. But there had been enough occasions of them meeting for Verosika and him to get onto a first-name basis. And so, to see him working in a place that was trying to repent sinners was almost as disconcerting as how the place around her looked. Walking forward, Verosika continues to look around, finding the place to slowly grow on her the more time she spends in it all until a sharp and gruff voice calls out to her and causes her to jump. "Hey!" Verosika turned on her heel to see a demon working behind a bar who was giving her a dirty enough look to tell the singer that he didn't know who she was. "You just window shoppin' or lookin' to fuck off." The gruff demon asks, still not looking all that pleased by Verosika's presence, ticking the singer off if ever so slightly but still decides to play things off. "Which would you prefer? Because from where I'm standing," Verosika slides onto one of the chairs by the bar, grabbing hold of the drink slinger's arm in the process. "I think I'm seeing something worth buying. Although, a drink would be nice." Verosika gushes, using her usual seductive technique, which doesn't seem to have any effect on him as he quickly pulls his arm free from her grip. "Heh, don't think I don't know about you succubitches and all the schemes you pull to get yourself a free glass. You can either pay for it or get out." The bartender retorts as he looks into her eyes with a look of almost pure and utter disdain. Faltering, Verosika lets her facade slip as she lets out an aggravated sigh. "Blood wine, thanks." She says as she slaps a few dollars on the table, which the bartender is more than happy to take as he then goes and gets her the drink that she requested. "So, someone with your reputation, I doubt you're looking for redemption." The bartender asks as he pours her her glass of wine. Oh, so he DID know who she was. Taking this new information in, Verosika bites her tongue as she takes the glass slid over to her. "Don't know if you heard me tell Angel, but I've got a meeting with your boss." Verosika explains before taking a swig, at the same time noticing how the bartender seems to tense in place at the mention of who he works for. "Heh, sure that's a good idea? Don't think he's the type of demon you want to make deals with." The bartender chuckles under her breath. "Wait, he?" Verosika asks. "I believe he's referring to me, darling." A staticky announces directly next to Verosika, just about causing her to fall out of her chair as she turns in her seat to see another demon, this one much more put together than the bartender, as he confidently takes a seat right next to her. "Who-" "Ha! Ha! Alastor, my dear. A pleasure to meet you!" The demon now revealed to be Alastor, says as he quickly shakes Verosika's hand. "My, I must say, how much of an honor it is to meet a woman of your.... Calibar." Alastor smiles, his eyes flickering with a deeper evil that causes a shiver to rack up Verosika's spine. "I do hope my associate, Husker, there wasn't too particularly harsh with you." Alastor says, turning to look at Husker, who avoids meeting his gaze. "He does have quite the tendency to forget about his manners...." Alastor says, his voice dripping with venom. "In any case," Alastor chirps, his seemingly sinister nature turning on a dime as his head snapped back to look at her.  "What's the occasion of your visit? Looking to stay the night? Redemption? Need a good laugh? Well, I can assure you I run a mean comedy night." Alastor badgers Verosika with questions, overwhelming her slightly as she begins to feel sweat beading across her forehead. Verosika might've been confident in herself as a person and her abilities as a demon of Hell, but if there's one thing that she learned during her time in the Underworld, it's that there was always someone bigger. And looking at Alastor now, she could tell, comparatively, that she was merely a fish in the pond compared to the shark currently staring her down, almost like he was peering into her soul itself. But before things could get too hot, she heard a new voice. "Easy there, Alastor!" Turning to look, Verosika watches as Angel Dust returns, only this time joined by another demon who was unmistakably the daughter of the head honcho of Hell itself. "Don't want to overwhelm our guest when she's just arrived." She adds as she holds out a hand for Verosika to shake. "Hi, Charlie Morningstar, I'm the one who called you?" Looking down at the hand offered to her, the most brain-dead imps in the farthest sides of Hell could tell her to take it, not out of any common curiosity, but because the one being offered it was the daughter of the big guy himself. And yet, Verosika simply waves a hand and says, "Yeah, whatever. So are we going to do this thing or what?" Earning herself a noticeable few glances from Husker and Alastor while Angel Dust suppressed a laugh at how she was acting. But most interesting of all was Charlie herself, who, rather than becoming outraged or awkward, lets out a nervous chuckle while her face burned a noticeable shade of red. Not red of embarrassment, no, what Verosika saw came with an unmistakable smell, that being arousal. This caused that feeling of concern to become that usual feeling of self-assured confidence. Finally, though, once the awkward air had cleared slightly, Charlie stepped up and cleared her throat before saying, "O-Of course, come right this way." Looking flustered as ever, she began taking Verosika away from her friends, leaving them all confused—all except Angel, who watched them walk away, still chuckling to himself all the while. "The Hell are you laughing at?" Husker asks, noticing how Angel is acting. "Oh, nothing. Just.... Uh.... I mean, I didn't expect Verosika to do something like that to Charlie." Angel says, albeit awkwardly, as Husker himself doesn't look all that convinced by his explanation. "Whatever, I'm going on a smoke break." Angel rolls his eyes before turning on his heel to leave. "Verosika, you clever, clever bitch." Angel mutters to himself, only loud for himself to hear, as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. All things considered, he always had a feeling that they'd be into shit like that. ---- "I'm so glad you could make the trip here. I understand a woman such as yourself is quite a busy person." Charlie says as she leads Verosika through the seemingly neverending winding halls of the hotel, the blush she got in the lobby still on her face, albeit slightly faded. "Well, when the princess of Hell calls, don't think anyone is going to look the other way." Verosika comments casually, a smirk plastered on her face as she gets a good look at Charlie's body from behind. Something that, unbeknownst to the succubus singer, Charlie herself could sense, and yet, rather than say anything, she continued to march forward. "You'd be surprised." Charlie jokes back, half nervously, half sadly, as she remembers all the failed attempts to get people into the hotel. "Alright, here we are," Charlie announces as she rounds a corner and pushes a pair of large wooden doors open. Instead of an office, they reveal a full luxury bedroom, confirming what Verosika was already thinking as she strolled inside behind Charlie. "U-Um, Vaggie, we have a guest!" Charlie calls out as she approaches a demon lying on a nearby bed who turns to look at the duo as they enter. Brushing some of her grey hair out of her face to get a better look at the two as they come to a stop, she stands up from where she was lying to walk over to Charlie and pull her into a hug before turning toward Verosika. "So your...." Vaggie starts. "Verosika Mayday. I'm sure you've heard of me." Verosika smiles while Vaggie looks slightly concerned. "Not really." Vaggie comments back before turning toward Charlie and saying, "Hey, could I talk to you for a sec." She then proceeds to drag the princess of Hell herself to the side. "Don't take too long, I'm a busy woman with things to do." Verosika scoffs, really just saying it to get under Vaggie's skin, which seems to be the reaction she gets as the demon lets out an exasperated huff as she glances at Verosika. "I'm sure you can wait." Vaggie mutters before turning to Charlie as they both begin to discuss something amongst themselves while Verosika watches from a distance, giving her all the chance she needs to look around the room she is now in. "Nice digs." Verosika thinks to herself as she sees how the room was fit quite literally for a princess. Heck, it even came with a perfect view of the entirety of Pride. It was at that moment, however, that Verosika really took in where she was, causing her already heavy-duty ego to inflate to new heights. "Fuckin' suck it, Blitzo." She mutters under her breath before she begins to turn her attention to the private conversation Vaggie and Charlie are having. "I just want to make sure that you won't get hurt if we do this." "Vaggie, it's fine. Honestly. You asked me what I wanted, and this is it. But I don't want to force you into doing anything that you don't want to do." "Charlie, as long as it's for you, you could never force me to do anything that I didn't want to." Their sweet talk nearly made Verosika hurl as she rolled her eyes, growing more and more impatient until the duo finally came to some sort of consensus, with Charlie stepping up and saying, "So, Ms. Mayday, I assume you're at least somewhat curious as to why I called you here today." "You want me to fuck you." Verosika responds simply, smiling coyly as she enjoys how red Charlie's face becomes, an honestly quite adorable sight to see, while to the side of her, Vaggie simply opts to groan at her blunt nature. "Well...." Charlie starts swallowing some spit that has formed in her mouth. "Not exactly," She adds as she steps back to grab Vaggie by her shoulders. "I actually want you to fu- have sex with my girlfriend." Charlie finally cuts to the chase, leaving Verosika honestly quite stunned at what was just revealed to her. "Wha- Really?" Verosika asks, a part of her wondering if this was some sort of prank because, from what she just heard, it all sounded too good to be true. "Yep!" Charlie responds cheerfully, albeit with a face that is as red as the suit she is currently wearing. "Vaggie and I, we just wanted to try some new things in the bedroom, and we've had our eye on you for a while now, but it's uh, totally up to you if you want to do it." Charlie says as Verosika looks over toward Vaggie, who herself seems slightly conflicted but more or less willing to go with what was being proposed by her girlfriend. "Hmmmm...." Verosika hums as she walks over to Vaggie, getting a good look at her in the process. She was athletic, with a tight and tender body fit for fighting and fucking people up. Along with that, there just seemed to be some sort of ora about her that left the succubus intrigued. And while she was disappointed she wouldn't get the chance to bed Lucifur's daughter, she guessed Lucifur's daughter's girlfriend would have to do. "Fuck it, alright." Verosika says, wondering what's honestly the worst that could happen as she looks over at Charlie, who looks ecstatic at her answer. "Oh, really? That's great!" She nearly beams in place while her girlfriend next to her looks slightly nervous but more or less happy with making her happy. "So, where do you wanna do it? Here? Another bedroom? Downstairs with the others watching?" Verosika asks, causing Vaggie's face to flush red this time as she looks like she's about to start yelling at Verosika. "Well, seeing as how we're already in our bedroom, maybe you could do it here?" Charlie offers. "Whatever. Don't mind getting some pussy on the princess of Hell's bed." Verosika says as she walks over to the bed, with Charlie and Vaggie following up behind her, both looking nervous for entirely different reasons. "So, you wanna leave the room or...." Verosika says as she turns toward Charlie, who quickly bounds over to a nearby chair. "No, I was hoping I could watch, if that's alright with you, that is." Charlie says sheepishly as she sits down on a nearby couch. "Hmph, whatever, don't really care." Verosika says before looking at Vaggie and saying, "Now, then, you. Bed, clothes off, now." However, instead of doing what she asked, Vaggie reaches out and grabs hold of Verosika by her collar, a look of outrage laced on her anger on her face as she says, "Now listen here, you little puta, if you think that I'm going to just let you talk to her that way-" "Vaggie, it's fine." Charlie chirps up, causing both Verosika and Vaggie to turn toward her. "Just, uh, do what she says. Please?" Charlie adds, with Vaggie sighing exhaustedly before letting go of Verosika while the singer smirks down at her. "Okay, just don't fuckin' push it." Vaggie says as she reaches up and begins to undo her clothing, showing off her athletic and overall nice-looking body covered with what appear to be various small scars here and there. But beyond that, Verosika didn't mind in the least as Vaggie revealed herself fully to both herself and to Charlie, who only continued to watch from afar, biting her lower lip as she marveled at her girlfriend's body. From everything from her strong built muscles to her fairly normal-sized chest. Nevertheless, once she was done, Vaggie proceeded to climb up onto the bed, lying back on it as she fixed her gaze squarely on Verosika. "So, how do you want to do this? Wanna eat each other out or something. We've got some toys, too, if that'll live up to your celebrity standards." Vaggie jokes casually, obviously not expecting much from the singer, while to the side, Charlie looks like she's about to burst at the seams with suppressed arousal as she gets ready to watch her girlfriend have sex with another woman. However, for her part, Verosika simply laughs as she shrugs off her coat, letting it fall to the side as she then stands atop the bed. "Don't know if you know this, but us succubi and inccubi are resourceful." She starts as she slowly waves her hips, pulling in both Vaggie and Charlie as she trails her hands down her waist to the bottom hem of her dress, where she then pulls it up to reveal a pair of panties. However, the most attention-grabbing thing was the fact that behind the undergarments was a pair of cock and balls fit and ready to burst through the thin fabric, something which catches both Vaggie and Charlie completely off guard. "Woah, woah, woah, woah." Vaggie backs up on the bed, taken aback by the complete and total turn of events of what she was expecting. "I thought you were a woman." She says, shocked also bluntly, making Verosika chuckle while Charlie almost looks like she's trembling in place. "V-Vaggie...." She says softly toward her girlfriend, grabbing her attention. "I-It's fine, just p-pretend it's one of the toys we use." Charlie goes on to say, trying to convince her girlfriend. "Doubt any toys you got are going to be able to compete with what I've got here." Verosika says as she reaches up and grabs hold of her panties before pulling them down, letting her massive 14-inch pink-colored cock pop free while her testicles of similar color hang beneath. "But to answer your question." She turns toward Vaggie. "I AM a woman. It's just that a succubus like myself knows a few tricks or two to pull enough strings to get something like this to happen." Still looking not all that convinced, Charlie reaches out and grabs hold of Vaggie's hand, causing the both of them to look into each other's eyes. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Charlie says softly, causing a more subtle loving blush to grow across Vaggie's face as she takes her girlfriend's hand into her own and kisses it. "Alright, as long as you're okay with this." Vaggie says back, just as softly as Charlie did. "Yawn, can we get to the fucking now?" Verosika asks, breaking the nice and tender moment both Charlie and Vaggie had going for themselves. Vaggie looks toward the singer with an annoyed expression while Charlie pulls back, slightly embarrassed by the succubus' intrusion into their conversation. "Yes, yes. Sorry, keep going." Charlie reassures as she leans back in her seat, leaving Vaggie to turn back toward Verosika, who looks back at her with an expectant expression. "Okay, let's just get this shit over with." Vaggie sighed, giving Verosika permission to approach her, cock dangling limply between her legs, not exactly in the correct form that Vaggie herself was expecting. "Aren't you supposed to be hard?" She asks as a result as her gaze focuses up toward Verosika's own. "Well, it's not going to get ready by itself," Verosika says, fully explaining what she wanted Vaggie to do without going into all that much detail about it. Sure enough, the grey-skinned demon understood completely, although, to be fair, she had expected her mini-strip show to do the trick in getting Verosika nice and hard. "Ugh, can't believe I'm doing this." Vaggie thinks to herself as she reaches out a hand and grabs hold of Verosika's member, at the same time, turning a glance over to the side to see how Charlie looked like she was about to fall off her chair due to how close she was trying to watch. At the same time, however, she saw who she was doing this for, and even though it was obvious to anyone around that she had her reservations about the deed, she still took a breath and committed herself to it as she began to stroke Verosika off, not exactly in the most professional manner out there, due to the fact that handling something like this wasn't usually her deal or preference, but still more than enough as she began to shallowly stroke at Verosika's long and hard member, slowly but surely getting it hard in the process. However, to the demon that she was giving the handie to, she was far from impressed. Looking down at Vaggie, Verosika had to stop herself from scoffing at the below-average handjob she was getting. Due to her fame, there were plenty of people out there willing to throw themselves at her every beck and call, especially when it came to anything sexual. And even then, the most un-experienced sexual deviants out there were able to give her handjobs multiple times better than whatever Vaggie was trying to do. "Look, I know you probably only know how to eat and finger little Ms. Daisy's pussy over there, but try and put some effort into it." Verosika rolls her eyes, earning herself a dirty glare from Vaggie but still proceeds to feel the demon below her begin to put a modicum more amount of effort into what she was doing. Enough to the point that after what felt like far too long, Vaggie finally got her fully hard but now proceeded to stare down the head of Verosika's fully engorged member as a drop of pre slowly oozed out from the tip, disgusting the prudish demon as a result. "Okay, so are we going to do this thing, or what?" Vaggie says, turning away to slowly start the process of shifting herself over onto her front before she's suddenly stopped as Verosika clears her throat, causing her to turn back toward her. "What?" She asks plainly. "Aren't you going to get me ready?" Verosika asks the question as if Vaggie were the dumbest person in Hell, causing the demon to bite her lip to keep herself from snapping at the singer once again. However, she is nevertheless still confused by what she means. "I thought the handjob was supposed to be the thing that got you ready." Vaggie responds, glancing over at Charlie, who looks slightly sheepish while at the same time beginning to have a noticeable wet spot grow in her pants, particularly in the crotch region, as she watches as things progress. "Ugh, how fucking stupid are you?" Verosika asks, gritting even further on Vaggie's already shredded nerves as she takes a step forward, getting her cock closer to the demon's face. "You want me to put this thing inside you dry? Cause I'm totally up for that if you think that you can handle it." Verosika explains, causing Vaggie to internally grimace at the idea of putting whatever Verosika had going for herself between her legs inside her mouth. "U-Um...." Charlie chirps up, causing the attention of the two to look toward her. "We do have some l-lubricant if you think that might help things move along." The sheepish daughter of the king of Hell offers. "Eh, nah. That shit makes things boring." Verosika says, taking a step forward enough to cause the head of her member to smear across Vaggie's almost revolted-looking face. "Besides, I wanna see how your bitch looks choking on my cock." Verosika adds, with Charlie quickly shutting up afterward while Vaggie looks like she wants to say something rather rude to the singer, and yet, she continues to stay quiet, keeping it to herself as she turns her gaze back toward the member in front of her. "Just suck it, right? Okay, shouldn't be too hard." Vaggie thinks to herself as she slowly opens her mouth and slowly takes the head of the member into her mouth, coughing and sputtering all the while once her taste buds get a taste of the salty pre still leaking out of the head of Verosika's cock. "God, I love breaking slut's in like this." Verosika chuckles, her prodding her words having a greater and greater effect on Vaggie as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control over her emotions, especially as she tries sucking on the head of the singer's cock, forcing herself. As a result, she swallowed down her salty substance, much to her own raw horror. But as she glanced toward Charlie out of the corner of her eye and saw how fascinated and, most of all, aroused she looked, it didn't seem all that bad. Sure, Verosika was still acting like a total cunt, but at the very least, she could live with the fact that she was helping serve one of her girlfriend's more delicate and private fantasies. And that she was as Charlie felt herself burning up from the inside the further, she saw Vaggie struggle with taking Verosika's cock. It felt wrong, on so many levels, to see her do it. And yet, all at the same time, it was one of the most arousing things she had ever seen; there really wasn't any in between about it. As for Verosika herself, however, she still wasn't impressed. Even though she technically had her lips around her cock, it was still evidently clear that Vaggie wasn't putting all that much effort into what she was doing due to more personal apprehensions. Annoying the singer just as much as it amused her to watch from above as this useless lesbian tried slobbering over the tip of her cock. "Fuck, your really terrible at this, aren't you." Verosika taunts as Vaggie flashes an annoyed look up at her and pops her lips free from her member. "Well, I'm sorry I'm not one of your bitchy bimbo's willing to slobber over anything as long as it pleases you. Perra molesta...." Vaggie mutters that last part under her breath as Verosika raises an eyebrow down at her before sighing annoyedly. "Fine, if I have to do EVERYTHING around here, then I'll at least show you the right way to do it." Verosika says as she reaches out and harshly grabs hold of Vaggie's hair, causing her to gasp out in pain slightly, which in of itself gives the demon, above all, the chance to shove her cock down the entirety of her throat, penetrating her gullet in the process until her waist comes colliding up against her nose and her thick pink balls slap up against her chin. From the place where she was sitting, Charlie nearly sat up as she saw Vaggie's eyes go wide as her throat was filled with cock, and especially as Verosika began to ream her throat out like it was nothing more than a pussy to use for her own pleasure. But rather than do anything, she felt an overwhelming urge to slowly sit back down, even as her girlfriend reaches out both of her hands to grab hold of Verosika's plump ass to try and control her thrusting. Even then, however, it did little to nothing to stop the volley of pounding thrusts that were being dealt into her mouth. "Oh, yeah! Now this is MUCH better than the shit you were trying earlier." Verosika comments as she uses her painfully tight grip on Vaggie's head to yank her face up and down her member while at the same time thrusting her hips back and forth, working herself like she usually did whenever she was fucking someone's face. And to see Vaggie struggle to take down simply half of it was just the icing on the cake of it all, even as the demon beneath proved to have some strength behind her as she tried to stop the face fucking that was currently occurring. But that ultimately did little to nothing in actually stopping her. Much to Vaggie's own chagrin as she felt her throat being bludgeoned by Verosika's thick, juicy member. A generally difficult experience to go through as is, and something that she barely had any control over as the singer thrust her cock away into the deepest parts of her mouth. As a result, causing what could only be described as a volley of fluids to spill out from her mouth and gush down onto her chest and the bed beneath her while all of this was going on. Even then, however, with Verosika stepping things up drastically, she still wasn't satisfied with Vaggie's performance. "God, a dyke like you can't really handle sucking cock, can't you?" Verosika asks, earning herself another, albeit this time, watery-eyed glare from Vaggie as she simply tries to breathe every time the head of the singer's member comes back from bashing down through her throat. "GLKK! GLKG! GLKGL! GLKGLK!" Vaggie gurgles wetly, eyes full of outrage as she hated how her face was being used by someone she found to be oh-so insufferable. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to stop things, not with how much her girlfriend seemed to be enjoying it. All the while to the side, Charlie was quietly huffing to herself as she continued to watch the show, unable to stop the heat of arousal from getting to her as she reached up a hand to undo her tie before soon throwing off her jacket, leaving herself to simply sit there and sweat as she watches her girlfriend fight for her life as her throat is repeatedly battered through and used by Verosika. Going back to how she was feeling earlier, on some level, she knew she shouldn't be aroused by this. And yet, she was, clear as day as the growing wetness in her pants showed off to both Verosika and Vaggie, continued to go to town together, amusing the singer more than anything else as she saw how the princess of Hell was doing. "Yeah, you like this, huh? Watchin' me throat fuck your lesbian girlfriend?" Verosika asks, with Charlie simply responding with a nervous nodding of her head before she then raises up a hand to bite down on her knuckle to keep herself from making any embarrising noises. Still, it was all the message Verosika needed to push things even further as she sped up her thrusting as she closed the distance even further every time she pulled her hips back, making the act of breathing all the more difficult for Vaggie as she gagged, gurgles, and retches around the intruding bulbous member making use of her face. "In that case, what do you think about this?" Verosika asks with a sly smirk as she then raises one of her gorgeous legs to stand on Vaggie's shoulder as she proceeds to start fucking her cock directly down the demon's throat, putting the sounds that were coming out of the woman in question's mouth into complete and total overdrive as her face was truly being used while below, her throat could be seen bulging tightly as it struggled to hold the massive member currently clogging up inside of it. As for Charlie, she just about implode from the inside out from her seat as her pale-ish body seemed to grow into another shade of red, eventually forcing her to slip off her suspenders as even those made her feel far too constricted given what she was currently seeing as that urge to reach down to her pants to start playing with herself grew even stronger, enough to the point that her hands began to move. However, before she could do anything, Verosika quickly snapped at her. "HEY!" She shouts, causing Charlie to jump as she suddenly freezes in place as she turns to look toward the singer as she continues to fuck her girlfriend's face, although instead of focusing on the demon's head she currently had tucked between her legs, her gaze landed squarely on Charlie as she glares at her with a look that even left her slightly intimidated as she sat. "Didn't say you could fucking touch yourself, did I?" Verosika asks, with Charlie nervously shaking her head in response. "Keep those hands by your sides, I don't want you getting off just yet." She goes on to explain as her gaze softens slightly before delivering Charlie a small wink that just about knocks her out right then and there. Usually, if anyone talked to Charlie like that, they earned themselves the mean end of her spear, and yet, Vaggie was unable to do anything as she was forced to handle the member currently lodged down her throat. One that was currently slamming away to its heart's content, while above, Verosika's hand continued to dig into her hair as she used it to propel herself even further and deeper down her throat. All the while, down below, the singer's thick pair of balls, now spit slick thanks to the mess that was Vaggie's chin, continued to whap off her chin in repeated quick motions. But for Verosika herself, she practically felt like she was on cloud 9. Fucking the face of the princess of Hell's girlfriend right in front of her? It almost seemed like she died and went to Heaven. Although, if this was the kind of treatment she could continue to get in Hell, then she'd be more than fine with staying for the rest of eternity as she felt how Vaggie's throat clenched around her cock. It held on for dear life, trying to handle the rockus intruder currently plundering it, all the while working its tight, warm, wet, and twitching magic that just about left Verosika's head spinning. Even then, however, she wanted to step things up one final notch. And that she does as she then steps over Vaggie's shoulders, forcing her face to look directly up but, in turn, gives Verosika the chance to completely and utterly destroy the demon's face with her hot pink rod as she begins working herself up to a point that her hips practically looked like a blur of solid movement, causing Vaggie's gurgled cries to ring out even louder while Charlie looked like she was just about to fall apart due to the repressed arousal that was currently flowing through her body and something that she wasn't allowed to act upon even though every fiber of her being was screaming at her to do so. "Fuck, now this is more like it!" Verosika says, moaning slightly as she only continues to move faster and faster, going beyond anything any normal demon could go at and straight into territory fit for residents part of the Lust ring of Hell, and Vaggie was taking it all. Even as her brain felt like it was being rattled in her skull the longer things went on. Then, without a single warning, Verosika slams her hips down one last time, just about breaking Vaggie's neck in the process as the singer launches into a long and exaggerated moan as she begins to propel hot, sticky blasts of cum directly down the demon's throat. Causing, in turn, both Vaggie and Charlie's eyes to go wide at how much Verosika was able to provide. With Vaggie just about to pass out from the lack of oxygen being granted to her while for Charlie, sweat streamed down her face as the grip she had on the chair finally broke through and her sharp fingers pierce through the leather. All the while, Verosika continues to grind her crotch into Vaggie's face and moan loudly as her seed is spilled down the demon's face. Eventually, though, the tide of fluids begins to subside before finally ending as Verosika slowly began the process of sliding her cock free from Vaggie's face, taking all the time in the world in the meantime as Vaggie's mind slowly came back to her, just in bits in pieces until in one final movement, Verosika pulls her member free, allowing the demon to finally fill her lungs with air after missing it for so long. "The fuck was that!?" Vaggie asks angrily after having finally caught her breath; at the same time, a look of pure and utter fury stood strong across her expression as she glared daggers at the singer, who herself didn't seem all that intimidated. "Well, I AM a performer, so I have to make sure I give one helluva of a show. Right, Charlie?" Verosika says as both women suddenly turn toward the woman in question as she sits nervously where she always did, her gaze switching between the utter smugness of Verosika and the pure frustration of Vaggie as she sits there, completely taken off guard now that she was the center of attention. "Uh.... I guess?" Charlie says sheepishly, her gaze flickering away from Vaggie, who, despite her current anger, was still able to tell that she was into what she saw when Verosika fucked her mouth. As a result, cooling off some of that anger she had as she lets out a tired sigh. "So," Verosika starts. "We gonna keep going or what?" Looking back toward Charlie, Vaggie was more than tired of what had been going on and Verosika herself, but as her girlfriend flashed her a pleading look, she ultimately relented. "F-Fine.... Just, just don't go too hard, alright?" "Ugh, whatever you say." Verosika says in a mocking tone, sparking some flashes of anger through Vaggie before she's taken off guard as Verosika suddenly reaches down and grabs hold of both of her ankles and, in one quick motion, pushes them above her head, giving herself a good chance to see the pussy she was going to be working with, at the same time lining her still hard cock head up against the entrance to her pussy. "Heh, can't have been too bad for you if you're THIS wet down here." Verosika says, commenting on the noticeable wetness that had begun to build between Vaggie's legs. Which in itself was nothing compared to the absolute mess that was Charlie. With the crotch of her pants practically soaked through completely as she stood on heightened nerves, eager to see where Verosika was going to take this. "So, Charlie," Verosika says, turning toward her. "Ready to watch me fuck your girlfriend?" She asks as Charlie has to stop herself from shouting her answer. "Y-Yes...." She says, subdued as she can feel her heart just about to beat through her chest itself. "Yes, what?" Verosika pushes, prodding Charlie to give her a full answer. "Hey, be nice to her-" "It's fine, Vaggie." Charlie interrupts Vaggie before clearing her throat. "Yes, I'm ready to watch you fuck my girlfriend." Charlie says clearly, something that's practically music to Verosika's ears as she then rears back her hips to thrust herself inside Vaggie. "Wait, just give me a second to pre- PARE!!!!" Vaggie tries to plead with the singer given the go-ahead, but her words come far too late as Verosika spears her cock deep inside the velvet-like and vice-clenching insides of her pussy, causing her to scream loud enough that her voice just about fills the entirety of the room itself all the while at the same time, Verosika's, thick, cum-filled balls clap loudly over her asshole, adding that extra bit of stimulation that nearly causes her to just about cum right then and there. From there, Verosika doesn't waste a single getting down to business as she begins to wail her hips down against Vaggie's in a mating press, causing gushing fluids to fly free from the demon's lower lips as the sudden intrusion overwhelms her brain to degrees that she didn't even think was possible. But that was just the start of things as Verosika finds a pace that could only be described as inhuman and brutal as she fucks Vaggie with a passion and fiery lust that causes the bed they were on to creek and shake in place due to how fast the singer succubus was moving her body. A tried and true Lust ring inhabitant given as Verosika pounds into Vaggie like nobody else ever had before in her entire life. "GOooooooOOOooooooOD! SLlllloooooowwwww DooOOOWWWWwwwwwnnnnNNNNnNN!!!!" Vaggie wails as she feels her pussy being completely reshaped and changed to match and fit the girth belonging to the insufferable singer on top of her.  "God? Nah, he isn't here! The only God here is me!" Verosika laughs as she breaks down what once was a powerful and prideful demon under the strength of her member. A completely and utterly grueling process for both Vaggie and Charlie as Vaggie was the one who had to take it all and maintain some level of pride and dignity while Charlie, on the other hand, had to sit there without touching herself in the least. And it seemed that Verosika herself was only getting started as her body, in terms of speed, proceeded to ramp up even further as her cock surged all the way inside of Vaggie's pussy to the point that the fat bulbous head of her member bashed up against the entrance to her womb, causing literal tidal waves of pleasure to surge and course through Vaggie's frame and as a result, causes her pussy to also clench down onto Verosika's cock for dear life, something that the singer only took in stride. What a fucking life to live, right? First, she becomes a famous as shit singer superstar in both Hell and Earth, then, she gets the chance to fuckin' cuck Lucifer's daughter. It was all just about perfect. And Vaggie's pussy wasn't half bad, either. Wasn't the tightest in the world like some virgins she's fucked through, but still, wasn't half bad either as she slammed her cock away, leaving Vaggie a brutal moaning mess in the process as she practically writhed and shook underneath her, all the while Charlie was still holding herself back from playing with herself, even though it would've been clear to anybody who saw her that she was just about dying to.  "Heh, so what do you think? Who's better, me or your fucking cuck girlfriend?" Verosika asks, venom laced in her voice as she flashes a glance over at Charlie, who, for a second, seems slightly taken aback by the question but nevertheless goes with it anyway as she continues to watch along. "FUUUuucck yooooouuuUUUUU!!!!" Vaggie screams out in pleasure, only goading Verosika to thrust her body even harder down against hers, getting louder and louder moans of enjoyment out of her in the process. And to cap it all off, with one final thrust, Vaggie's pussy sprays out a literal volley of fluids that covers the bed underneath herself and Verosika. "GOoooooouuuuuuhhhhhhh!!!!" Vaggie moans, eyes just about rolling into the back of her skull as she feels Verosika work her magic even further in getting her to have orgasms that were the strongest she's ever felt in her life. "Bet your girlfriend never made you cum that hard, hasn't she?" Verosika pushes as her hips don't stop, not even for a second, even directly after having made Vaggie cum her brains out. With her only responce to the singer's continued goading being more moaning as she fights herself to keep herself from coming right out and saying it. She couldn't do that to Charlie, even if it was something that Charlie herself wanted, as she continued to watch the both of them. Vaggie couldn't just come right out and say that Verosika was better. The mere thought alone of what that might do to both her own and Charlie's dignity was more than enough to motivate her to keep it to herself. Even though, deep down, behind the facades of strength that she tries to put up, it was clear that Verosika was some of, if not the best sex Vaggie had ever had in her entire life. But while Vaggie was struggling with herself internally, Verosika turned toward Charlie and said, "Alright, bitch! Get fuckin' to it already. I wanna see those fingers deep inside that pussy." Giving Charlie the go-ahead to quickly tear off her pants and panties with her enhanced demonic strength and, in one quick motion, begin to viciously finger her pussy in and out, causing the once dignified daughter of Hell to moan like a bitch in heat as she masturbates to the sight of her girlfriend being utterly ravaged by succubus cock. Turning back toward Vaggie, Verosika only continues to thrust harder and faster, working herself up into such a fit that it wouldn't be all that surprising of an idea that the sounds of them going at it ended up reaching the others downstairs. It was just that hard and brutal, and Verosika continued to push herself even further as she then stared deep into Vaggie's eyes, slowly but surely forcing her to fall deeper under the spell she had her in as she used her succubus magic to enhance the pleasure she was feeling ten fold to really get under and deep inside of Vaggie's brain as her moans almost seemed to reach a sort of fever pitch, especially as her pussy shakes and twitches before cumming once again. Something that seemed nearly impossible to both Charlie and Vaggie at that moment, but was proved to be another skill Verosika had under her demonic belt as all the while, Vaggie's will continued to fade and fall faster and faster as she almost felt her mind becoming that of a brainless bimbo she'd usually look down upon. "C'mon, bitch! I wanna hear you say it! Say I feel better than your girlfriend!" Verosika pushed again, getting Vaggie closer and closer to that point where she would eventually say it, even though every single logical part of her brain was at that moment screaming at her not to say anything. And all at the same time, Charlie was already on her way to one of the strongest orgasms she'd ever felt in her entire life as everything inside her body seemed to almost grow weak besides the strength she had in herself to keep viciously fingering herself. It all just seemed to be leading some sort of junction, with all three women working their bodies into overdrive as Verosika's body almost glowed with a deep, powerful arousal that took both other women for a ride of their lives as they were completely enraptured. "SAY IT!" "FUCK! YOUR SO MUCH FUCKING BETTERRRRRRR!!!!" Vaggie finally screams as, all at once, all three women cum, with Verosika spraying the demon beneath her cunt full of her cream. At the same time, Vaggie herself unleashed one last blast of fluids that fully covered the cock currently penetrating her. And off to the side, Charlie hits that high as her pussy squirts out a burst of honey that coats her fingers, the only thing that got her to that point being what her girlfriend had just said. Grinding her hips down across Vaggie's, Verosika made sure to pump the bitch full of her cream, not sparing a single drop as she blasted the demon with her sperm, completely filling her up all the way from her womb and to the point that excess spurts of the substance began to ooze out past her vaginal lips. But eventually, once she was done, Verosika slowly pulled herself free. "Phew, not bad, bitch. Not the best fuck I've ever had, but still pretty good." Verosika says, wiping some sweat from her brow as she looks down at Vaggie, who, at that point, seems completely unable to respond to anything she has to say as she just simply lies there on the bed, looking almost broken. "Um," Charlie speaks up, attracting Verosika's attention as she turns to see the princess of Hell getting up from where she was sitting. "I don't think she'll be able to respond to you." She goes on to state the obvious. "Yeah, sluts tend to do that after I fuck them." Verosika says as she hops down from the bed as Charlie approaches her. "Thank you so much for doing this. I know it must've been slightly strange-" "Nah, it's fine." Verosika waves off Charlie's worries with a hand. "Had fun, and I think she did too." She points a thumb back over toward Vaggie, who remains unresponsive. "Well, if you wanna do this again, you have my number." Verosika gives a sly wink as she reaches down to pick up her jacket. "Yes, I most likely will!" Charlie says happily, causing Vaggie to let out an exhausted groan. "Thank you again!" She calls out as she watches the singer leave the bedroom. Once she was gone, she turned over toward Vaggie and, with a curious look on her face, said while walking over to her, "Hey, Vaggie, you don't mind if I help clean you up, do you?" "S-Sure?- OH!" Vaggie moans as she feels how ready Charlie is to have some fun. ---- Outside the room, Verosika chuckled to herself as she heard what was going on. Nevertheless, she stretches herself out slightly before beginning the process of leaving. She then walks down a small hallway before rounding a corner and coming face to face with none other than Angel Dust, who, just by judging from his look of amusement, Verosika was able to guess that he had been listening in. "I can't believe you fuckin' did that." Angel says, holding himself back from giggling as Verosika only scoffs amusedly in response before walking past him. "What do you expect? I'm a succubus, after all." Verosika chides playfully as she strolls away. "Nice seein' you too, Mayday." Angel calls out, a smile on his face as he watches his friend go. "As always, Angel, as always." Verosika says back before rounding another corner. "OOoooohhhhh, is sh-she a bad girl...." A voice below asks, causing Angel to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, she is, Nifty- NIFTY!?" Angel looks down, shocked, as she sees the hotel maid, completely drunk and holding a bottle of whiskey. ---- Howdy Doody!~ I've been meaning to do a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss story for a while now. So I hope this satisfies you as much as it did me. In anycase, it was a pleasure to make, and I've been really wanting to touch down on these characters once again. Peeps on Patreon had access to this story early for a week now for only 3 measly dollars, so if you want the same kind of deal, check out the link here: https://www.patreon.com/ZZOMBOHO And if you wanna know more directly when I post, check out my Twitter also, the link being right here: https://twitter.com/ZZOMBOHO Anywho, as always, I hope you enjoyed!~