Incorrigible Pt. 03

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He had the rest of their lives planned to perfection…he only missed one small detail.

Randy had a good life. He owned a successful business, had two wonderful children and a beautiful wife. Now that their youngest was off to college, Randy was eager to reap the benefits of having had children young. To his way of thinking, becoming empty nesters in their early forties was just about perfect. But his wife had other plans.

Following the divorce, and a bit of soul searching, Randy decides to take a Grand Tour of his homeland and really own his mid-life crisis. He buys a fast car, kisses his kids goodbye and heads west. He would soon discover, however, that fate had one more surprise in store for him.

After accidentally saving an ill-tempered alien with a cockney accent and a devastating appetite for junk food, Randy embarks on an adventure beyond his wildest imagination with a companion whose abilities seem boundless. Along the way, he encounters the best and worst of humanity and meets a bevy of remarkable women.

Incorrigible is the tale of a good man who, in rescuing an alien, finds himself in a very human struggle between good and evil. His new companion tosses out Faustian bargains like candy, forcing him to navigate the fine line between finding true happiness and losing his soul.

Author’s note:

This novel is a work of sci-fi adventure. I’ve split it into four sections for publication here.

All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

Twenty-Three

“Hey, good news,” Sabrina piped up from the backseat. “I found us a decent hotel that’s just about thirty minutes up the road. Any objection to stopping and getting some rest now or do you want to push all the way through tonight?”

“Fine by me,” Randy said.

Ariana added, “Just let me know which hotel and I’ll grab a room there too.”

“Great. I’ll get us booked.” After a few moments of silence, she continued, “Oh shit. They’ve just got suites available. Ariana, are you opposed to bunking up? Seems a waste for us to have a suite all to ourselves.” Ariana was silent for a moment, so Sabrina added, “I promise we’ll keep it down.”

Randy caught Ariana’s grin out of the corner of his eye just before she said, “Sure. That sounds great. Just let me know what my share is.”

Sabrina made a noise which sounded a bit like a snicker, but which Randy hoped was swallowed up by the road noise. Randy briefly thought of a way to surreptitiously communicate to Sabrina the need to arrange accommodations for Cnychwr, but he quickly realized that this was almost certainly her primary reason for taking the initiative on their lodging.

The remainder of their trip passed in silence, and they pulled into the hotel Sabrina had found just as the last vestiges of sunlight faded from the western sky. Sabrina extracted herself from the car and proceeded inside to collect their keys while Randy and Ariana stood awkwardly leaning on either side of the car’s passenger side a few meters apart.

Sabrina returned moments later and stopped before them. “You two have got to relax.” She flowed up against Randy and he felt her arm snake around him. She turned to their guest and said, “Come on, Ariana. Let’s go check out the room while Randy grabs our things.”

Randy watched them enter the hotel before he climbed into the vehicle and drove it to a more secluded parking spot. After shutting down the vehicle, he reached into his back pocket and extracted the room key Sabrina had deposited there. He looked in the review mirror and said, “You still with me back there?”

“Where else would I be?” Cnychwr muttered in irritation. “I cannot believe you referred to me as a dog. Again.”

“You’d have preferred I inform her there’s an alien in the backseat?”

“I take your point. What happens now?”

“Sabrina arranged for a room for you. We just use standard procedure to get you inside and then you lay low until we’re ready to move again.”

“I grow weary of ‘laying low’, as you call it. Your entertainment programs are the worst sort of intellectually devoid drivel. Even taking into account the unhealthy obsession your species has with intercourse, they are irredeemable.”

“Not my fault you keep watching trashy reality shows.

“That is all that is on,” Cnychwr snapped. “I wish to find the equipment I require to coordinate with my people. I will remind you that you agreed to take me to your Silicon Valley to discover if your kind has even yet invented the parts I need. I wish to feed. I wish to do…anything.”

“I’ll see what I can do about the equipment thing. I’m loath to give you access to my credit card but maybe I can provide the means to do some online searching without attracting too much attention. Would that help?”

“What of my need for nourishment?”

Randy smirked and said, “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

“I neither requested, nor desired, your judgement. escort beşiktaş Did your mate make arrangements for me to order room service, or did you have something else in mind?”

“I’ll make sure you have access to room service. Within reason.”

“I could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams when I depart, and yet you continue to insist upon these petty restrictions. I know a reasonable meal does not strain your financial capabilities, why pretend otherwise?”

“Because being thrifty is how I found myself in a position to be able to afford a touch of luxury. I have no intention of squandering it on your behalf. Besides, your needs will be met. I just have no intention of fueling any more benders. Now, let’s make with the invisibility so I can catch up with Sabrina and Ariana before they get suspicious.”

“As you wish,” Cnychwr said before winking out of sight.

***

Later that evening, as Sabrina prepared for bed and Randy sipped at his cocktail, he watched her with renewed appreciation. She felt his eyes on her and turned to regard him with a raised eyebrow. She wore nothing but a filmy nightgown that did little to hide her alluring curves.

“Yes?” she murmured as she removed her makeup.

“Just appreciating the view, my dear.”

“I see how it is. You think I’m in the mood to play with your spectacular penis.”

“I assume nothing. But the day I fail to appreciate such beauty? Don’t even bother to check for a pulse. Just toss some dirt on me and move on.”

“You keep talking like that and I’m liable to fall for you, Mr. Vettel.”

She turned quickly back to the mirror, but Randy could see the blush spread across her cheeks in her reflection. He smiled and softly said, “I’m falling for you too.”

She whirled to face him, regarding him intently for several seconds before finally saying, “I’m glad to hear that. But I can’t help feeling a little confused.”

“How so?”

Sabrina quickly finished up in the restroom and stepped over to join Randy on the bed. However, instead of laying down beside him, she sat by his side and stared into his eyes. At length, she said, “I really like you, Randy. I wasn’t lying when I said I could fall for you.”

She paused, prompting Randy to say, “But?”

“I’ve never been in love,” Sabrina said quickly. “I thought I loved my ex, at least at the beginning. But, in hindsight, I think it was just decent chemistry, both in and out of the bedroom. Before that, I’d never felt anything for the guys I dated. Truth be told, I was convinced I was a lesbian because I always tended to click with the few women I dated. I was ready to give up dick for good when I met Fred. He didn’t sweep me off my feet so much as manage to do what no guy had ever done for me before that. Namely, treat me moderately decently and occasionally get me off.

“After Fred, I dated a few women but none of them did it for me either. I’d convinced myself that I just wasn’t meant to be in a serious relationship. Then I met you. I have never felt any kind of instant attraction before, not to mention how well we fit outside the bedroom.”

She fell silent. At length, Randy said, “Tell me what’s wrong, honey. If it’s in my power to fix it, I will.”

She looked at him with unguarded vulnerability and said, “Why haven’t you told your children about me yet? I get not wanting to toy with their emotions over a fling, but that’s not what this is. Is it?”

“Of course not,” Randy whispered quietly. “I…” the words died on his lips as realization expanded within him like a mushroom cloud. The amazing woman before him needed action, not words. And without a demonstration of his commitment, it would be foolish to think the words, much less speak them. Instead, he said, “Get dressed.”

“Pardon?” she said, genuinely taken aback.

“It’s up to you, honey. But don’t be surprised if my son’s eyes never get higher than your collarbone. I have it on good authority that he’s a boob man, just like his old man.”

Before Sabrina could react, Randy pulled out his phone and told his virtual assistant to video call his children.

“Oh! I’m going to get you for this,” Sabrina muttered as she hurried over to her suitcase to snag a t-shirt, but Randy spied the shy smile on her lips when she turned.

“Dad?” Holly said from his phone. “Is everything ok?”

“Oh, crap,” Randy exclaimed. “I forgot the time difference.”

“It’s fine. I was still up. And I can’t imagine Peter isn’t also up. I swear he’s a vampire. Maybe he’s just busy. Or, should I say, getting busy.”

“How dare you impugn my character!” Peter said with mock outrage as he joined the call. “I’ll have you know I was at the library and needed to step outside before answering.”

“Then why can I see your girlfriend’s bed in the background.”

“Oh, crap. Well, I was studying.”

“You’re not taking anatomy this semester.”

“Children!” Randy interjected. “Will this infernal escort nişantaşı bickering never cease?”

“She started it.”

Holly haughtily said, “I’d love nothing more than to enjoy a congenial relationship with my sibling, Father. But I cannot be responsible for his behavior.”

“What about that joint I found on your patio the last time I visited?” Peter wheedled.

“I’m going to kill you and fashion your skin into a…”

“Children!” Randy repeated, more forcefully this time.

“Sorry,” they replied in unison, somewhat more subdued.

Randy smiled wanly and said, “Better. I’ll be honest, I’m genuinely curious at this point if your children will be mortal enemies or form an alliance against you two. Not that I’m expecting children from you any time soon.”

Peter preened and said, “Don’t worry, pops. I lifted your S-Mart card last time you were here. They sell condoms in bulk.”

“Gross!” Holly huffed. “Besides, it’d be more cost effective, and likely better for the planet as a whole, if you just got snipped now.”

Randy looked up at Sabrina, who was sitting on the end of the bed and smiling brilliantly. He said, “If we’ve finished old business, I motion we move on to new business.”

“Huh?” Peter questioned just before Holly suspiciously asked, “You met someone, didn’t you?”

“I did, indeed.”

Peter said, “That’s awesome, Dad!”

“How long?” Holly asked warily.

“A few weeks ago. We met in a small town in northern Colorado. Her name is Sabrina and I’d like to introduce you two to her.”

Randy moved to Sabrina’s side and held his phone out to include Sabrina in the frame. She smiled shyly at the screen and said, “Hi.”

Peter puffed out his chest and said, “What are your intentions toward our father?”

Sabrina snickered and said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“We’re just a couple hours east of the Grand Canyon,” Randy interjected. “We plan on spending a few days there before we continue west.”

Holly’s eyes widened slightly, and she said, “So she’s joined your super trip, or whatever you called it?”

“I have,” Sabrina answered evenly. “I hope that’s ok.”

Holly smiled slightly and said, “Please take no offense, Ms. Sabrina. We just want what’s best for our dad.”

“As do I,” Sabrina whispered.

Holly’s smile widened and she said, “Then we’ll get along brilliantly.”

“We’re honestly super happy Dad found someone, Ms. Sabrina,” Peter added. “We look forward to meeting you in person.”

“I can’t wait,” Sabrina replied warmly.

Peter returned her smile before saying, “Hey Dad, does this introduction mean you’ll start sending us pics again? Don’t think Holly and I didn’t notice that, starting a few weeks ago, your photos suddenly had nothing but mountains in them. I checked your socials but they’re even worse. I swear, you should put something there or your clients will start thinking you accidently drove into the Mississippi or something.”

“He’s not wrong, Dad,” Holly offered. “I’ve had at least three of your friends reach out and ask if you were ok.”

“No more radio silence, I promise,” Randy assured them. “You guys sure you’re ok with all of this? I mean, me seeing someone.”

Peter chuckled and said, “Um…awkward much? What if we said no? I mean, she’s right here, Dad.”

Sabrina guffawed and said, “Perhaps I should give you guys some privacy.”

“My Neandertal brother is just joking, Ms. Sabrina,” Holly said with a smile. “I swear that he and I are very happy for you both. It’s good to see our father smile again.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Sabrina said as she cast an adoring gaze in Randy’s direction. “And, please, call me Sabrina.”

Twenty-Four

“Hey, babe?” Sabrina called from the restroom where she was busily performing the incantation through which American females spend twenty minutes applying makeup with the desired endgame of looking like they aren’t wearing makeup.

“Yes, sweetums?” Randy replied, sticking his head around the doorjamb.

“Don’t,” she replied, barely able to keep control of the smile which threatened to overtake her face. “My Pop-Pop called my Nana that, and I do not want to think about them doing what we did last night.”

“You don’t think your Nana deserved to have so many orgasms that she passed out from sheer exhaustion?”

“Considering that she was an asshole, not to mention an unrepentant racist? Not really.”

“I see,” Randy replied contritely.

Sabrina flowed against him and kissed him quickly, but passionately, before murmuring, “But I certainly appreciated the orgasms, and the man that gave them to me. I hope we didn’t disturb Ariana.”

“The same thought had occurred to me. Maybe we could offer to take her to breakfast to make up for it.”

“Actually,” Sabrina replied after a moment’s hesitation. “I was thinking we could invite her to come with us today. She certainly doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, and escort etiler I get the impression she could use a little fun.”

“Fine by me. As long as you’re sure.”

“I suggested it. Why wouldn’t I be ok with it?”

Randy sighed and said, “I know you’re your own person, I swear that I do. But I was married for a long time, honey. And one of the many lessons I learned was that there are few things in life more certain to interrupt a relationship’s harmony than the inclusion of a single female in any kind of social event.”

“Especially one who’s hot?”

“Your words.”

Sabrina said, “I’m not trying to trap you, babe. Perhaps the issue was your ex being insecure about your relationship.”

“She admitted as much. She wasn’t bitchy about it. It was just one of the things she was up-front about when we started dating. It was the same with strip clubs. She didn’t nag, she just said she wasn’t comfortable with me going to one without her. In all honesty, I found it much more mature than someone who says something is fine but secretly harbors the hope that you’ll decide on your own that it’s wrong.”

Sabrina nodded and said, “I can see the logic in that. I’ve always detested people who get angry when their partners don’t immediately pick up on the fact that they’re lying. But that’s not my angle with proposing we invite Ariana along. I am not trying to trap you.”

“I cannot help but notice the emphasis you placed on that last syllable. What are you up to?”

Sabrina was quiet for a few moments before she murmured, “What’s your wildest unrealized sexual fantasy? The thing you’ve always wanted but never managed to pull off.”

“I’m…uh…not sure. I’ll be honest, we’ve ticked off a fair number of them.”

“Like what?”

“Making love under a waterfall. Sixty-nining. Um…general creativity during…um…completion.”

“You can say cumming on my tits, Randy. We were both there. Or were you referring to the time you came on my face?”

“You begged me to do it.”

“You’re goddamned right I did. And I’ll do it again. But there must still be some things left on your getting freaky bucket list, right?”

Randy shrugged and said, “Sure. If there wasn’t more left to try, what would be the point? But the thing that made those experiences so special to me wasn’t that I checked an item off of some mental list I’ve been cultivating since puberty. It was that I was with you, and we were both fully committed to each other’s happiness. I won’t remember the feeling of, forgive me, cumming on your face. I’ll remember how you smiled at me immediately after.”

“Aw…babe,” she murmured before capturing his lips with her own. Their kiss quickly deepened, with her tongue slicking against his. His hands found her magnificent ass almost of their own accord and she moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer. Just as he felt himself hardening, she pulled back and said, “Wait!” she gasped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get distracted. You’re just so goddamned wonderful. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

“Sorry, not sorry?” Randy offered.

She swatted his arm and said, “Just listen to me. And try not to be so distractingly perfect for just a minute. I kind of need you to think with your magnificent dick right now.”

Randy bowed and said, “I will do my best.”

Sabrina took a deep breath and said, “No games. No traps. Do you think Ariana’s hot?”

Randy bit back the denial which sprang to his lips, recognizing in an instant that Sabrina had never deceived him. He carefully nodded and said, “She’s very attractive.”

“Not good enough. Let’s say you never met me, and you were just heading across the country. You pull into Four Corners, same as we did yesterday, and spot her in that pink tank-top and those Daisy Dukes. Does our friend here,” she slid a finger over his jeans, along the length of his shaft, to emphasize her point, “say ‘gimme some of that’? Do your eyes follow her ass as she walks down the sidewalk in front of you? Do you notice the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra?”

“Of course, I notice. What are you getting at?”

“I want her,” Sabrina whispered, almost inaudibly, before coyly biting her lip. “I want us to share her.” As Randy’s features darkened, she blurted out, “But it’s just something I thought would be fun for us. If you’re opposed, then just forget I said anything.”

Randy pulled her close and said, “It’s not that, honey. I’m just still not completely over that feeling of dread I had yesterday when Ariana introduced herself. It was just like what happened with Olga.”

“But you said Cnychwr convinced you he wasn’t involved.”

“I know. And I’m pretty sure I believe him. It’s just that moment of panic I had, it’s the kind of thing that sticks with you.”

“Then forget I said anything,” she responded firmly.

“This is your grand tour too, Sabrina. If this is something you’re interested in, I want it to happen for you.”

“I don’t want this more than I want you. Not by a long shot.”

Randy smiled and said, “I know, honey. I feel the same way. Let’s see how today goes. Maybe she’ll want nothing to do with us after spending some time with me.”

Sabrina shrugged and said, “Or maybe she’ll decide she doesn’t want to continue living without knowing the feeling of your magnificent cock filling her up.”

Dungeon Builder’s Harem Bk 6, Ch 18

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Chapter Eighteen

Therodin gripped his sword as he stood outside the dungeon in granite armor. Gifted to him by the might of Lord Abzu, the paladin had more than enough strength to wield such heavy protection. His heart pounded, the exhilaration of battle flooding through him.

He had led his Company to another evil builder’s lair. A foul and disgusting brute named Intsimbi who had been raiding the elven communities in the Ashonivilia Forest. A Metal dungeon builder, his goblins had been causing mayhem.

“Lord and Lady of Thunder, give us warning of danger,” prayed Corthin, the elven priest. “Sound the alarm if we tread into danger.”

The blessing fell on them. Niss grinned. The human rogue moved forward in her black leathers, scouting the way into the cave. Therodin glanced at his second, Ril. The elven mage smiled. It wasn’t just her Light magic that could illuminate the world. The dwarf Zarn grinned eagerly while the halfling Aython bounced on the balls of his feet, ready to use the massive ax that was bigger than him to smite the foul creature who lurked in here.

Empty merely looked on in his black robe, his hood almost shadowing his entire face. Therodin would never grow used to the unnerving Death mage.

Therodin entered the cave. Like many dungeon builders, Intsimbi cloaked his entrance in natural trappings to conceal it, Therodin was certain this was it. Ril muttered the words to summon light to shine bright. No goblins were lurking in here.

“Here we are,” Niss said. “There’s a door hidden back here. Metal and heavy. Oh, yes, we have his element right.”

Therodin and the others moved up to the door as Niss picked it. She then slid her fingers along the edge. She grinned and pulled out more of her thieving tools to disable a trap on it. Now she stepped back. Therodin wrenched open the door, confident his armor would keep him safe from the goblin’s iron blades.

Nothing attacked him.

The tunnel swept ahead, the walls smooth stone instead of brick, and bent instead of turned. Niss scouted ahead again, moving and looking for traps. She disabled one as Therodin and Aython followed. Zarn would be at the rear to protect Ril and Empty should they be flanked. They moved with caution despite the exhilaration pounding through Therodin demanding he move faster.

He had survived too many dungeons to listen to that impulse.

The tunnels moved sinuously. They turned and flowed, snaking right and left. They branched off in strange ways, sometimes spiraling around while climbing or sloping. It was different. He’d never seen a dungeon like this.

“Disorienting,” said Ril.

“We’re still going fine,” said Niss. She tapped her head. “Can’t confuse me.”

Niss disarmed the occasional trap that would fire spikes of metal at them from the floor, ceiling, or walls–a common Metal trap–or pit traps, a universal one all dungeon builders employed. They saw no sign that the builder possessed any other element.

No surprises awaited them.

“Not a single defender,” said Aython. “He’s hoarding them?”

“A big brawl?” Zarn asked and chuckled, his eagerness echoing around the room.

They reached a trap room, a deadly room full of metal panels on the ground. Each one was big enough for a person to stand on. Niss probed at them with care. The second one into the room burst with spikes shooting up.

“A maze,” she said and pulled out a pouch from her backpack. She opened it and set a blue-painted stone. “Ril, can you illuminate the entire room.”

“Zalag Sar!” Ril chanted. A ball of light, like the one moving with her, appeared in the middle of the room. “Zalag Sar! Zalag Sar! Zalag Sar! Zalag Sar!” She added four more in the corners to spread an even light. It would draw on her mana reserve, a fragment of a Void Crystal, but worth it.

Niss moved through the room, testing the way. She marked the safe path with her stones. She found a couple of dead ends, a true labyrinth within a labyrinth. But she reached the far end and crouched by the heavy, metal door.

She began to pick it as Therodin went next. They moved in a single-file line, a few squares between each. By the time Therodin reached the other side, Niss had the door picked. She opened it and stepped into the hallway, her daggers held low. He moved past her to be ready for an attack.

Ril put out all her lights as they kept moving. They found another trap room.

“Well, this one is worse,” Niss said as she triggered the square before the door. “I think you have to jump from safe square to safe square.”

“Is there a way to disable it?” asked Therodin.

“Yeah,” Niss said. “Look.” She pointed toward a box in the far, right corner. “A lever.”

“Zi Nim!” Ril said. The elf levitated into the air and floated out across the floor. She drifted in her white robes, her blonde braid of hair fluttering behind her. She reached the lever and pulled it.

They passed through another trap room and into another winding labyrinth full of traps but escort şişli no monster girls. They had spent an hour penetrating this deep and still had seen no sign of the builder or his minions. The goblins were either out raiding, which would be bad if they rushed them from behind, or the builder would meet them with all his forces together.

That would be bad in a different way.

They came to another metal door. Niss picked the lock but when Therodin tried to open it, it didn’t move. Niss cocked her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s barred from the other side. We’re going to have to force the door.”

“Lord Abzu, God of Earth, give me the strength of the boulder crashing down the mountain slope,” prayed Therodin. “Let me be an avalanche crashing through this door!”

His god filled him with power. He slammed his shoulder into the door.

And bounced off.

He stumbled and nearly fell. He left a dent in the door, but it hardly budged. He slammed into it again. And again. It rang each time he pounded on it. Sweat poured down his face beneath his stone helm. He breathed heavily.

The door would not budge.

“He’s a Metal builder,” said Empty. “You won’t break that down with strength.”

“No,” said Corthin. “We need a miracle.” The elven priest thrust his hand forward. “Lord Ishkur, God of Thunder, let your mighty voice resonate with the barrier before us. Let it crumble before your will, oh mighty Lord of Thunder!”

The door shook with the power of his prayer. The resonance rose in pitch, hurting Therodin’s ears. He winced. The door shattered a moment later, bursting into thick chunks of metal that rained across the room behind them.

A large room.

The dungeon builder’s throne room.

Eight goblins formed a line of battle. Standing as tall as Aython, the gibbering and shrieking goblins wore armor and carried swords. They were knobbly-limbed monster girls, their beautiful faces twisted in rage.

Beyond them stood the builder and his companion. He was a tall man with ebony skin, his black hair gathered in a multitude of thick and woolly braids that fell almost like fuzzy snakes down to his shoulders. He wore armor and clapped a helm over his head, hiding him. He gripped a spear in his hand.

His companion was a deadly specimen. A hysminai. The pale skin monster girl had her black hair pulled back into a braid and four arms each one holding a curved and deadly blade. A metal bustier and panties armored her, a fierce look on her face.

One of the deadliest fighters in existence. With her four blades, a hysminai could hack apart an entire army.

“I have the hysminai,” Therodin said as he and the Company stepped into the room.

“All yours,” Niss said.

With a shriek of, “Lord Intsimbi!” the eight goblins rushed forward, eyes red with bloodlust.

“Sum Gidim!” Empty said with his rasping voice. A spectral scythe appeared before one goblin and slashed. It didn’t cut her apart. She just dropped dead and vanished into golden motes.

“Imi Usu!” Ril cried, her beautiful voice sweeping over Therodin as he rushed the enemy.

A wind also rushed over Therodin and crashed into the mob of goblins, bowling over five of them, opening a path for Therodin to rush at the hysminai. He focused on her as she moved before her builder, ready to face him.

Zarn and Aython ran beside Therodin. Zarn slammed his ax and mace into one of the downed goblins, smashing her armor and killing her with both his weapons. Aython swung his mighty ax at the two still standing, cutting off the head of one. Niss’s dagger took another rising goblin in the eyes.

“Sum Gidim!” Empty cried as the dungeon builder chanted, “Strong and durable, let the strength of Lord Nabu shield!”

A metal shield appeared before the dungeon builder just as the spectral scythe swung, blocking Empty’s attack. Intsimbi acted fast. Therodin didn’t have time to reflect on how bad that was as the hysminai sprung at him.

The four blades hacked with deadly ferocity. They struck at Therodin from every direction, striking his armor. The granite held, but the blows drove him back. He swung his sword, struggling to parry them, but the attacks were wild.

He had never been pressed so. A blade was always striking at him. From the right. The left. From above. She had perfect coordination with her blades. It was like fighting four enemies who moved in harmony with each other.

All he could do was block.

Therodin watched as Aython and Zarn fought with the builder. The man used his spear to hold the dwarf and the halfling back, utilizing his longer reach and the strength of his armor to weather the blows that did get through.

“Metal rusts and weakens, let the corrosion of Lord Nabu destroy!” roared the dungeon builder.

Zarn’s armor rusted off him, leaving the dwarf nearly naked. The builder’s spear rammed forward and stuck Zarn in the guts. The dwarf bellowed in pain as he crashed escort mecidiyeköy to the ground, clutching at the bleeding wound in his stomach.

Therodin could do nothing as Aython battled the builder alone.

A dagger from Niss flew at the hysminai, but the monster girl deflected the attack with a flick of one of her swords. Then her blade swept Therodin’s feet out from beneath him. Therodin crashed on his back with a mighty clatter. Her swords hammered down on him, chipping away at his armor.

“Lord Ishkur, shatter your defenses!” Corthin prayed in the background.

Therodin struggled to bring his sword up. His breastplate cracked. He had to protect himself. Get up. She knocked his sword from his hand and shattered his armor. He cursed, holding his arms up, his bracers weakening beneath the onslaught, his chest exposed.

“Illar Em!” screamed Ril.

A wet gurgle echoed through the air. The hysminai cast her gaze to the right. Horror filled her expression.

“NOOOOO!” she cried only to vanish into golden motes.

The builder lay dead, his armor shattered by Corthin’s prayer. Blood spilled from his throat. Therodin knew the spell Ril had used. Airy Javelin. He shook. If the builder had lived for another few heartbeats, Therodin would be dead.

His destroyed armor vanished as he released the blessing. He sat up and cast his gaze around. His eyes settled on Zarn. The dwarf writhed on the ground, clutching at his guts. The elven priest rushed over to him.

Worry for Zarn washed through Therodin.

Corthin placed his hand on the dwarf’s brow. “Let Lady Kittu’s passion echo through you and strengthen you. Let her cries hold back disease and infection. Let her soothing words dull the pain.’

Zarn groaned as the wound began to heal. A Thunder priest wasn’t as good at healing as a Life priest, but any God could work miracles to heal any wound, just in different ways. Corthin nodded. Zarn would live.

“That rocksucker broke my armor,” Zarn snarled as he pushed himself up. The blood soaked the bottom of his beard. “I want to shove a stalactite up his ass!”

“Ril beat you to that,” Niss giggled. She picked up a dagger lying on the ground. The one she’d used to kill a goblin. “Nice fight. That hysminai was nasty.”

“The best fighters,” Therodin said as he marched toward the back of the dungeon.

He moved with purpose now. He threw open the doors and passed through the living quarters. The dungeon was dead. There would be no more magic in it. He reached the vault and prayed to the Lord of Earth. With a punch, he broke down the metal door and found the Void Crystal.

He picked it up and slammed the black gem on the ground. It burst into shards.

“Ooh, we can sell these to the elves before heading back to Barany,” said Niss as she started picking up the valuable pieces of crystal.

Therodin nodded. He had made that mewling little shit even stronger. That was the point. Swell Barany’s strength so that he could be used to destroy the foul things infesting the world. Wai the Drowner would be Barany’s first test.

And if he could kill Wai, then he could kill any dungeon builder.

* * / *

Fara engulfed my wet cock with her sweet mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick. I groaned, savoring the elf’s warm lips over my cock. I put my hand on her head, sliding through her midnight tresses. Her ears twitched.

I stroked over her right ear with my thumb. She moaned around my cock, her eyes rolling back in her head. I smiled and stroked her ear with my thumb and finger now, sliding up and down the pointed end. She shuddered and nursed with passion on me.

“Mmm, you like that,” I said. “I know I do, Fara. Damn, that mouth.”

My elf nursed harder. I wondered if I could breed her. The humans of this world couldn’t have children with elves, from what I understood, but I wasn’t a human of this world, was I? I would love to find out. I played with Fara’s ears.

Maybe I could breed Kassie, too. And Halia, but I really didn’t want to take her out of fighting if I did. Of course, I had been fucking her enough that it was shocking she wasn’t pregnant. Maybe I couldn’t breed with any of the women of this world?

That was a depressing thought.

So I made myself feel better by stroking both of Fara’s pointed ears. My elf moaned and suckled with such abject delight on my cock. She nursed on me with delight, her suction incredible. I savored every moment of it.

“Damn,” I groaned, caressing those pointed tips. I rubbed the ends in circles. “You really love that. You are sucking fucking hard.”

She nodded around my cock.

I kept playing with her ears, stroking them as she blew me. My dick felt amazing in her mouth. She loved me. My sweet and succulent elf felt so wonderful about my dick. She nursed on me with passion. I rose toward that bursting point. I would have a mighty blast of cum.

Just unload in her mouth.

My nuts tightened as she suckled hard on me. I groaned as she escort taksim worshiped me. Her mouth nursed with passion on me. It was a thrill to have her worshiping me like that. I loved it so much. She felt so good sucking on me.

“Shit,” I groaned as I stroked her pointed ears.

She suckled hard.

“Oh, that’s it… Yes!”

I erupted into her mouth.

I pumped blast after blast of cum into my delicious elf’s mouth. She gulped it down, swallowing every drop of cum that I had. I shuddered, enjoying this passion. It was an excellent moment. Stars danced before my eyes as I exploded over and over.

She gulped down my cum. She swallowed all of my seed. I loved how hot her mouth felt on my dick. It was an outstanding rush. I groaned, my head throwing back as I enjoyed every last second of this delight. I shuddered, a big smile crossing my lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good.”

She whimpered and nodded, swallowing my cum. She gulped down my jizz. I loved every second of her nursing on me. She worked out all the cum. I quivered and hit that wonderful peak of delight.

“I got to breed you, Fara,” I panted. “I want you to have my baby.”

She ripped her mouth off my dick and moaned, “I don’t know if that’s possible!” Her large, violet eyes quivered. “But I want that! I want to be taken so hard!”

She was so turned on right now. The ear play had really gotten to her.

“Stand up, brace against the wall, and thrust out that ass,” I groaned. “I’m going to fuck your cunt so hard. I’m going to pump all my cum into your womb!”

“Yes, Lord Leo!” she moaned.

* * / *

Fauraliiithiliana quivered as she braced her hands against the wall. The salty flavor of Lord Leo’s cum still filled her mouth. She wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement. She wanted this so much. She wanted to have his baby.

She was so turned on. When he played with her ears, it was like having her nipples pinched and rolled. The pleasure had shot right to her pussy. Now her bald twat dripped juices that ran down her thighs. She ached for him to fuck her.

Lord Leo pressed his magnificent cock right against her pussy folds. She loved his dick far more than those fossilized shafts of the elder elven scholars she had to pleasure to earn her spot at the Library. Now she had a man. A builder.

A conqueror and a liberator. A warrior and a champion.

He rammed his cock to the hilt in her pussy.

The elf moaned, her pointed ears twitching. Her small breasts quivered as she savored his big dick in her. She squeezed her cunt down around him as he pulled back. She wanted him to breed her. She ached to have Lord Leo’s seed quicken in her.

He buried back to the hilt in her pussy. He plowed deep and hard into her snatch. He groaned, thrusting away at her with strength. He fucked her with such passion. She whimpered, her hot pussy clenching about him.

She massaged him with her flesh as he fucked her, his cock nuzzling into her cervix.

Right against the entrance to her womb.

He buried that deep into her over and over again. She loved it so much. She enjoyed his big cock fucking her like that. She quivered as he pounded her like that. He buried to the hilt in her again and again. It was perfect. Just what she needed to feel.

“Yes!” she moaned, her ears twitching. “Rotten leaves, that’s so good. Oh, Lord Leo. Quicken new life in my womb!”

“I plan on it!” he growled. “I’ll fuck you once a day just to make sure!”

“Yes, my Lord!” she groaned as she clamped her pussy down on his cock.

He plowed to her cervix again, kissing the entrance to her womb. She quivered as her orgasm built and built. She was already so turned on from the ear play, she couldn’t last long with his hard thrusts plowing to the hilt in her again and again.

He thrust into her with force. He buried to the hilt in her twat again and again. She loved that so much. She enjoyed his dick filling her up. She clamped down hard, aching for him to breed her. She gripped him tight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just wonderful. I love it so much!”

“Good!” he grunted.

He slammed hard into her. She quivered, her orgasm swelling in her. Her ears quivered as he buried into her snatch. His hands slid up her body and cupped her little boobies. He rubbed those mounds, his hands massaging them.

She groaned, her face twisting in delight as she enjoyed that pleasure. He was so glad that she did. He would drive her wild. He plowed into her with force. He buried to the hilt in her snatch again and again. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks jiggling.

“Lord Leo!” she moaned, clamping her cunt down on him. “Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around his cock.

Ecstasy swept through Fauraliiithiliana’s body and across her mind. Her pussy convulsed as he buried his dick to the hilt in her. He pressed his cock right against the entrance to her womb. She whimpered, more waves of ecstasy spilling through her body.

“Lord Leo, breed me!” she gasped.

“Fuck, yes!” he growled.

And erupted.

His hot cum jetted right into her womb. She could feel his jizz splashing past her cervix and filling her uterus. She trembled, her cunt writhing around his dick. It was an incredible moment. He shuddered there, loving every second of this. Just savoring every last moment of this bliss.

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A Note from the Author: This story takes a little inspiration from the Twilight Zone pilot episode “Where is Everybody?” I pay a little respect to its creator at the end.

There’s a little bit of fun porn logic at the beginning, but with good reason.

All players are consenting adults well over the age of 18.

I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing!

Goliath

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Part 1: Single Blind

Brad Bennett heard the birds chirping through his open window and kept his eyes closed for a few more minutes. A lazy Saturday had to start somewhere. He could smell the impending spring in the air, made electric by the sterility of the fading winter. A lawnmower droned in the distance, but it was not unpleasant. Finally, he opened his eyes. Time to get the show on the road.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and made sure to simultaneously touch both feet to the ground. It was important to be symmetrically grounded first thing in the morning. Standing up, he made a mental note of his raging morning wood and dismissed it on the way to the toilet. Brad regarded himself in the mirror, half-bent and being careful to keep the stream centered. He was happy with his appearance; his time in the gym had molded his six-foot frame with athletic contour. Not bad for 34. Mussed dirty blonde hair covered his sleepy brown eyes. His triangular bicep tattoo jiggled as he gave his penis precisely three shakes. Brad made a note of the dripping faucet and headed to the kitchen.

On the way, Brad stopped at the front door and paused. Something was supposed to happen today. He mumbled, “Crap. What was I supposed to…?” He opened the door and saw the package on the porch. “Right, right, right.”

As he closed the door, he noticed a single orange flower had bloomed near the porch, and Brad smiled to himself. Spring was springing.

The origin of the package read “Goliath Industries, Ltd.” and was utterly nondescript. Brad used a knife from the wooden block on the kitchen counter to slice the tape. Just as he began to lift the packing material, his phone rang.

Brad grimaced. “Damnit it’s fucking Saturday morning you fucking assholes.”

The call originated from his lab. Sighing, he answered, “Yeah. What’s up?”

Brad listened to his lab assistant recount the status of the experiment and was glad his days of lab checkups over the weekend were behind him. He idly handled the box while he listened, nodding absently.

“Ok. Gotcha. This kind of thing happens, Jerry. It’s pretty typical. We need to either make the mixing more aggressive, gently increase the temperature, or both. Just make a note of whatever you do, and don’t get too carried away with the heat. That sample is thermally labile.”

The voice on the phone continued and Brad was glad to have a trustworthy hand in the lab. Jerry was a smart kid, but knew when to ask for guidance from a senior researcher. This weekend’s experiment was running single blind, so Jerry didn’t know the identity of the materials or the overall purpose. He was right to request instruction. The motto in Brad’s lab was, “The Test of All Knowledge is Experiment,” and Jerry was on board. Brad usually just needed to point him in the right direction and then stay out of the way.

The package. Brad hung up and opened the box. He had read about the device online and his curiosity had gotten the best of him. With Laura gone, the Goliath seemed like a fun distraction until he was ready to hit the dating scene again. Brad didn’t have the stomach for one night stands anymore and his heart was still mending.

He lifted the device from the package and turned it over in his hands. Slick, black plastic and some type of silicone covered what looked to be a visor with dangling tentacles. Each tentacle was covered with the same black silicone, but Brad could feel the heft in each of the appendages. He guessed there was some kind of flexible metal cable inside, and wondered if each tentacle could extend. A single card with a QR code dropped out of the visor. Brad looked at the clock on the stove and, noting that he had nothing but a sudoku and crossword puzzle on the books for a few hours, decided to proceed. The dripping bathroom faucet could wait a bit.

The QR code opened a website that contained a little pictogram which indicated that Brad should remove his clothes, wear the visor, and remain standing. To Brad, it looked as though the little androgenous cartoon person was standing in some kind of box. Fully clothed, he shrugged, donned the visor, and felt along the right side for a tiny bump in the silicone that activated the device. Inside the visor, Brad saw a boot screen and then nothing.

“What the fuck?”

A single phrase appeared in the visor, white text against the black background.

[Initiating Session 1]

He felt the tentacles vibrating as the device ran some diagnostic or startup bostancı escort routine. The visor emitted a pale orange light, but was otherwise idle.

“C’mon. What the fuck? Are you stuck in a boot loop or what?”

A full minute passed and Brad took off the visor and set it on the kitchen table. Did it need charged or some kind of authentication? The thing wasn’t cheap and Brad mourned the days of clear instructions.

Brad looked around the kitchen. Something was off. The lighting in the room was strange and he wondered if there was smog in the city air this morning. “Weird for a Saturday,” he absently said aloud. He couldn’t imagine what else would cause the faint orange tint. He moved to the window and caught sight of a woman walking from the sidewalk to his front porch.

“Fuck. Saturday fucking morning!”

Though he had no intention of answering the door, he continued to watch as she approached the house. The brunette was short and very cute, and he estimated she was mid-way through her twenties. She wore a short but respectable skirt, sandals, and a blouse that revealed just a bit too much. Brad felt his neglected cock stir in his shorts.

He moved toward the door and checked his hair in the hallway mirror. Chuckling, he said, “Fuck it. Let’s at least make it interesting.”

The doorbell rang and he waited a prime number count of seven before opening the door with an innocent smile.

She beamed at him. “Hi! Umm, this is a little embarrassing, but my car just stopped working out front. I think it’s either the battery or alternator. Could you please give me a jump so I can sort it out? I have cables.” She pointed at a beat-up Honda Civic in the street and fully blushed. Brad found her automobile troubleshooting strategy respectable and her blush positively adorable.

“Sure thing,” he said with this warmest smile, “Let me back my car out. It’ll just take a minute.”

She smiled back and looked him up and down. Brad suddenly felt a little like a prime piece of meat, and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. It had been a while since Laura looked at him like this. The woman ran a finger through her bobbed hair and demurely balanced her left foot on her toes.

“Thanks! I’m Gretta.”

Brad wondered what Gretta had under that little skirt. “Gretta. Cool. I’m Brad.” He paused and reciprocated her top-to-bottom assessment. There was mutual heat. He usually preferred leggy blondes, but Gretta was beautiful, and standing right in front of him. It had been so long.

“Hey Gretta, do you want to step inside while I put on some shoes?”

She stared directly into Brad’s eyes and said, “I’ve always been told not to enter a stranger’s house because they might do something terrible to me. You’re not going to do anything terrible to me, are you Brad?”

The suggestive note in her voice was enough to awaken his erection. She smiled at him but never broke eye contact. “You’re a nice guy, right? No reason to think you’re going to have your way with me.”

Brad stuttered, “Haha right, it’s pretty safe in here unless you drink the coffee. It’ll strip the paint from your Honda.”

Gretta walked in past him and scanned the inside of the condo. She nodded in approval. “Nice place. Well kept. Cute owner.”

Now Brad felt his face flush. He replied, “Thanks. I don’t get a lot of beautiful visitors, but here we are.” He congratulated himself on his smooth operation.

Gretta didn’t say a word. She just stared at him and Brad wondered if he had crossed some invisible flirt threshold into the wasteland of cringe. His confidence began to plummet and he cursed his asinine attempt to endear himself.

Then she walked toward him and shocked him with a kiss directly on the mouth. Her left hand stroked his stubbly cheek and her right hand rested against his chest. She was standing on her tiptoes. Brad nearly recoiled from surprise but composed himself.

He thought to himself, “Jesus this is fucking fast. Jesus this is really fucking FAST.”

But he went with it because Gretta was very attractive and Brad was, in fact, very horny. The drama with Laura was weeks in the past. His resistance faded.

Gretta’s right hand moved over the growing bulge in his shorts and she began a rhythmic caress. Her tongue touched his and he marveled at how warm it felt to kiss a woman after the dearth of companionship.

She broke the kiss, but her eyes stayed fixed on his. “I know you’re thinking this is a bit forward. It is. I need this and I know you need this. Let’s just have a little good clean fun.”

Brad nodded and leaned back into her, running his tongue on her smooth lips. She moaned softly and began to stroke him more aggressively over his shorts. His hands found her breasts and he used his thumbs to gently circle her nipples through her top. Even with fabric barrier, he could feel their hard outline.

She whispered into his ear, “Like it when I jerk you off? I can feel your beykoz escort cock twitching. It’s making me fucking wet.” The last word was delivered at a nearly guttural tone, and Gretta followed it with a gentle nip at his earlobe.

Some distant part of Brad’s mind registered that this was the most intense handjob he’d ever received, despite the presence of his shorts. He swore he could feel his balls growing heavier and found his hips working in tandem with her strokes. He wondered if the intensity was the product of the unexpected intimacy, or the fact that a stranger was jacking his cock in the foyer of his neat little condo. The front door was still open.

Brad slid his right hand under Gretta’s top and worked under her sports bra. She had handful-sized breasts as smooth as he had ever felt, but her nipples were swollen and rock hard. She paused long enough to peel off her shirt in one smooth motion. Her right hand returned to his cock while her left hand pulled the back of his head toward her chest.

“If you don’t give my nipples some attention right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”

He obliged, flattening his tongue and pressing against their stiff center, before moving the tip of his tongue in slow circles around her soft areola. Finally, he attached to her nipple and gave a tentative suck.

Gretta nearly purred. “Mmmmmm. That’s it. That’s it right there.”

Brad noticed that his ears were unusually warm and faintly ringing. The lighting in the room was still faintly orange. These sensations were quickly overwhelmed by the intense urge to cum. This was not a regular, run of the mill, pedestrian orgasm brewing. No, this was to be a roiling fountain of liquid fire, an oceanic release originating from his animal core. His body felt electric as she methodically jerked him. Overcharged.

“Cum for me, Brad. Shoot that steaming load.”

Something wasn’t right but he didn’t care. She had just gotten started and hadn’t even touched his bare flesh. Worse yet, he hadn’t reciprocated her masturbation, and Brad prided himself on being a generous lover. His skin was warm all over, too warm. He broke into a heavy sweat and Gretta licked his ear, whispering, “Let it all out for me, Brad. Give it to me and watch what I do next time.”

Next time? Brad almost had time to register confusion when he convulsed and began to violently climax. His brain felt as if it were circling a drain, accelerating into a bottomless hole of pleasure. Then he was in the freefall of pulsating orgasm. He spewed pump after steaming pump of cum directly into his shorts, producing so much semen that it felt as though he’d wet himself. His breath caught in his lungs and for a split second, he thought this was to be his best and last orgasm.

Gretta smiled brightly and hissed, “Yessssssss! Fuck yes!”

And then Gretta blinked out of existence. She was there smiling one moment, and gone the next. Brad gasped and the room went black. Out of the darkness, white letters appeared and floated in the air in front of his eyes.

[Session 1 Complete. Preference database updated.]

Brad reached up and felt the visor, still in place, at his eyes and began to panic.

“Oh what the hell? What THE FUCK?”

He ripped the visor off and found himself standing in his kitchen, exactly where he stood when he first put the visor on. The room lighting was normal. The front door was closed. Brad looked at the clock and 12 minutes had passed. His shorts were literally dripping with cum. The floor beneath him was slick with droplets of pearly white fluid.

He sank into the kitchen chair and chanted, “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck was that?”

Brad looked down at the visor in his hands and back at the little pictogram on his phone. It had instructed him to take off his clothes and he’d ignored it. Now he realized the little androgenous cartoon person wasn’t standing in a box, but a shower. Realization struck.

“Holy shit.”

Brad marveled at the visor, turning it over and over in his hands. On the front of the visor was merely printed the word “Goliath” in neat white letters. On the bottom, Brad could just barely make out another bit of text.

Brad read aloud, “Made in Asia.” He chuckled and said, “Very specific. Might as well say ‘Made of Matter’.”

His phone rang again and Brad saw that it was Jerry calling from the lab. He answered and Jerry told him that the increased stirring and heat were ineffective.

Brad sighed. “Ok. Right. Let’s try putting the samples in the…”

He frowned. The word escaped him. He continued, “In the. Uhh. The thing that vibrates at high frequency. You know?”

There was silence for a beat and then Jerry spoke. “You mean the sonicator bath?”

Brad’s face flushed and he was glad that Jerry couldn’t see him. “Yeah. That’s what I mean. Put the samples in there for a bit but don’t let them get too hot.”

Jerry acknowledged and hung up. Brad kurtköy escort sat thinking about the Goliath device. Gretta had seemed real enough that he had been totally fooled. His body had certainly responded. He looked at the inside of the device and couldn’t see a single feature.

Brad the Scientist was trained to be skeptical and curious. The thing had a murky origin and unknown mode of operation. How did it work? Was it dangerous? What was the preference database and how had it been updated?

Brad the Lonely, Horny Man dismissed all those questions and wondered if the sex could get even better. Regardless of its origin, Goliath had given him the most powerful orgasm of his life, and done it in 12 minutes. Brad grabbed the device, locked the door, and headed for the shower.

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Part 2: Longitudinal Study

Brad had repurposed the sex swing that his friends had given him as a gag when he had started dating Laura. It sat in the middle of his bedroom, all of the other furniture pushed to the perimeter of the room. Underneath, Brad had spread a plastic tarp and on it sat a shallow gray bin. He could lay naked in the swing and use Goliath to his heart’s content. The bin collected his bodily fluids, of which there was a shocking amount. He cleaned the bin fastidiously. At first.

His stubble was more properly a short beard now. Brad chugged water from the kitchen faucet and vaguely recalled something about a faucet that needed to be fixed. He shrugged and glanced outside. The planters out front were filled with orange flowers now and Brad realized he hadn’t been outside in almost a week. He headed back to the swing and donned the Goliath visor.

[Initiating Session 29]

Brad had just enough time to think that 29 was one of those special numbers before the woman walked into the room. The room itself was stark white, the only furniture a low table. A faint orange light permeated the space. The woman was tall, blonde, blue eyed, and dressed to fuck. Brad thought her sleek, black bodysuit might be made of pure rubber or latex. It stretched from the woman’s ankles to high on her slender neck. She wore black stiletto heels. Her thick hair was tied into a meticulous, tight ponytail.

She smiled at him through ruby red painted lips. “Hey baby, I’m Gloria. What’s a nice guy like you doing in a weird little room like this?”

Brad gave Gloria the come-hither finger motion. “Come over here and find out.”

Gloria approached him and a Brad fought the strong instinct to simply pounce on her. He reached up and felt her generous tits, packed tightly into the latex garment.

She grinned at him and said, “Bad boy. Not so much as a kiss before you feel me up?”

He smiled back at her and licked the tight, black material over her nipples. She responded and said, “That’s nice baby, but we both know that’s not why I’m here, not what you really want.”

Gloria was correct. Though Brad had experienced 27 distinct scenarios using the device since Gretta, all had been devoted to various acts of foreplay, ex-girlfriends, and one involved a celebrity. Each had resulted in a mind-numbing orgasm. Today he wanted to try something that Laura had resolutely denied him. Goliath, in the guise of Gloria, would accommodate.

Brad spun Gloria around and she leaned over the table. He placed his hands on her latex-encased buttocks, pulling them apart. Running down the ass crack of the bodysuit was a zipper, just as Brad had fantasized. His cock was already at full attention, quickened by anticipation. His fingers hovered over the zipper.

Gloria looked over her shoulder at Brad and said, “That’s a zipper for a very bad boy. Better be sure.”

She held a smoldering stare, slowly licked her upper lip, and simultaneously moved her ass in a tiny circle in his hands. He was quite sure. A long string of drool fell from Brad’s mouth and landed on the zipper. He slowly pulled the shuttle down to reveal Gloria’s sphincter.

Brad knelt and marveled. “It’s so fucking perfect. Perfect color, perfect shape, perfect size…” His voice trailed as he regarded the prize.

Gloria turned to speak to him, her tight ponytail gliding over her shoulder. “But Brad, what about the perfect taste?”

With that, he dove in. The tip of his tongue flicked the very center of her asshole, tasting her. Brad’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he began methodically rimming her. His hands held her buttocks apart, easing his access, but his left forefinger began to creep towards her hole. Brad extended his arm over Gloria’s shoulder and she turned her head to accept the finger in her mouth. She thoroughly licked and sucked the finger before Brad returned it and began to gently tap it on her asshole. He then began to apply steady pressure.

“That’s it. Finger fuck my asshole while you rim me, Brad.”

He slowly inserted his finger into her ass, stopping at the first knuckle. Gloria was perfectly tight. Perfectly hairless. She moaned as Brad leaned in and carefully licked all around his inserted fingertip.

“Deeper.”

He pushed his finger to the second knuckle and felt precum drip from his own throbbing cock. He knew that it was only a matter of time before his cock was buried in Gloria’s hole for very bad boys.

Alien Genesis

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[Earth, 2334 AD]

Circa 2040 AD, corruption, greed, pollution, conflict, short-sightedness, denial, apathy, and overconsumption tipped the world into nearly two centuries of chaos and destruction. Hunger, war, storms fueled by global warming, and several deadly pandemics swept the globe. All of this resulted in a near zero birth rate. The remnants of humanity have fragmented into small clusters of life, struggling to survive, and competing fiercely for food and resources against other humans as well as against apex predators like wolves, big cats, and large reptiles. The roughly 20,000 humans who remain have migrated largely underground, into subterranean colonies where women and children are kept as safe as is possible from the hell that exists on the surface. Earth is now a tropical jungle world with the exception of a few desert regions and at its poles.

My name is John Goodson, Sergeant. I’m 26 years old, and I’m the leader of patrol squad Alpha out of New Arizona Refuge. The United States of America no longer exists, but a lot of the old names still persist. My squad, ten of us, are foraging and hunting on the surface roughly two kilometers from our underground home.

“What the hell is that?” RJ shouts. He’s looking up through a break in the foliage, shielding his eyes against bright sunlight with one hand, while cradling his assault rifle close to his chest with the other.

I see a gleam of silver as a strange arrowhead shaped aircraft fills the space above the treetops. There is an odd vibration all around us, and then, a flash of light so bright it blinds me momentarily.

“Fuck,” I growl, as I feel a sharp jabbing pain in the side of my neck, and then, everything fades to nothing.

…

[Alien reptilian (saurian) species JeXzi]

[Aboard multigenerational interstellar spaceship in near earth orbit]

The JeXzi have journeyed 530 years(EM, Earth Measure) at 10% light speed, to reach their goal, a blue world rich with water, with an Oxygen/Nitrogen atmosphere, and orbiting a stable yellow star in its Goldilocks zone. Of the 3,000 JeXzi who departed their world, only roughly 400 males remain, descendants of those who began their galactic trek so long ago. Their home world has been engulfed by an expanding red giant star by now. These 400 saurian males are all that remain of their species. They are powerful, predatory, and highly intelligent. Average height for JeXzi males is 2.2 meters(EM). Average height for JeXzi females was 1.8 meters(EM).

JeXzi females had always been a minority sex among their species, typically in a ratio of approximately 10:1 – ten males for each female. This ratio was never a problem because JeXzi females are highly sexed, driven to breed almost constantly, accepting several males without discrimination, even in rapid succession, and producing three or four eggs every 10 days(EM). JeXzi males prize their females but there is no monogamy, no jealousy, no concern for parentage. Once hatched, juveniles are nurtured collectively by all females until they reach a certain age. JeXzi lifespan is roughly 90 years(EM). One Queen typically kadıköy escort rises to dominance over the other females, enhancing her colorations and feminine drive and attributes.

At the outset of their interstellar voyage, one JeXzi female had carried an undetected nascent pathogen within her ovaries. Despite JeXzi technological and medical prowess, efforts to contain and isolate the infection failed, and, one by one, over time, every female succumbed to the disease. Top JeXzi scientists had the foresight to collect and preserve DNA: chromosomes and hormones, from the dying females, and then found ways to replicate these sophisticated organics. Experiments were done, attempting to alter a few JeXzi males by infusing them with large amounts of synthesized female hormone, but each attempt was met with failure. The JeXzi male physiology was simply too dominant versus any effort to alter it.

“We need a weaker species. It is imperative we create a new Queen,” was the consensus.

… Three weeks(EM) later…

(One who once was, John)

I regain consciousness gradually at first. Disorientation is severe, but once sufficiently aware, I’m hit simultaneously with an overwhelming feeling of nausea, claustrophobia, and a sensation of drowning. Instinctively, I begin to thrash and try to find breath and space, only to realize that I am tethered with restraints as well as by multiple tubes connected to my body. I’m fully submerged, yet suspended within some kind of tank or chamber filled with a viscous fluid. It’s dark, yet not so dark as to prevent me from seeing some large shadowy figures moving around outside of my liquid prison. My thoughts are confused. I try to remember who and what I am.

“Increase the sedation,” one JeXzi trills to another. JeXzi verbal communication is based on 31 musical notes, like letters of the human alphabet. JeXzi trill in a rapid succession of notes which they process in the same manner that humans process speech.

“The transformation is progressing well – better than hoped in truth, but we are not yet ready for subject awareness. Primus will be pleased. He has not sheathed his cock since our last female died, more than 10 years(EM) ago,” one JeXzi trills.

The JeXzi medical scientists peer more closely into the chamber which holds a human once named John, but who is rapidly becoming something different altogether. They begin to discuss their observations, recording and cataloging the changes.

“See how the gonads have retracted? The penis has all but disappeared. Soon it will be a clitoral nerve bundle just above her vaginal slit. Her cloaca will be a separate opening, just behind the vaginal slit. I recommend that we maintain current infusion rate of JeXzi female DNA, but that we increase the level of JeXzi female hormone being infused – we may yield a Queen from this subject.”

“Yes, this species seems ideal for our need. We may even gain a new advantage. The mammalian capacity to feed their young from their own body via breasts will integrate with our modifications. She will have breasts which ümraniye escort will produce a protein capable of nourishing our young. Once she is bred, and begins her lifelong function of producing eggs, the protein production should become a permanent condition. Calculations suggest that her breasts will form with a protrusion from the thorax of approximately 12 centimeters, but this could well increase over time, with constant use.”

“Body temperature has lowered from 37 degrees C(EM) to 25 degrees C(EM), close to the norm for our species.”

“New bone structure extends from the coccyx with corresponding muscle and tissue growth. She will have a long, lithe tail.”

“Cranial shape continues to shift toward typical for a JeXzi female. Note the prodigious number of long brown black keratin strands growing rapidly from the top and back of her head. The mammalian teeth have fallen out, and have been replaced by the proper count and shape of teeth for our kind. Her digits lengthen and become more slender while her claws grow long and sharp. The mammalian skin has shed revealing the coloration of her new reptilian scales: a complex brown with striations of gold along her stomach and inner legs and thighs. A hint of orange red on her flaring hips gives us hope that she will indeed become a Queen. Current waist to hip ratio is 0.58. She will be exquisite.”

“Ancestral racial memory and the instincts of our species will be conveyed by our DNA, and will merge with the original consciousness to form her new identity.”

“Soon, she will be ready to be removed from the tank,” one of the scientists trills.

“I estimate removal in 3-4 days(EM). We will stage her in the arboreal section of the greenhouse dome,” another trills in reply.

“If her breeding is successful, we will soon be able to move our kind to the planet below,” yet another trills with a sense of hope that has long been absent.

… Four days(EM) later…

(One who now is, Ai)

I wake beneath a small tree beside a clear pool. I am alone with no other nearby. Thirst draws me to the pool where I lean to drink, and behold in reflection my new form. Bright orange eyes with dark vertical slits for pupils, and filled with curiosity and intuition, gaze back at me. I move, and it is me. I remember for a moment a vestige of who I was, but then I blink, and the vestige becomes a ghost, relegated to the past.

I move gracefully back within the trees and touch them, feeling the substance and spirit of my home world within them. I glance to the dome above me but then my head snaps toward the sound of a small animal scurrying along the forest floor several meters(EM) distant. The hunt is quick. I consume the creature live, and then return to the pool to settle in the lush grasses. I know that I am being watched. I can scent them as they can scent me. They will come to me – they must, and I will accept them. It is my purpose. I need to be bred.

During the act of copulation, it would be most accurate to describe the role of a JeXzi female as that of a relatively docile, ataşehir escort submissive recipient. JeXzi males are by far the larger, heavier, more powerful sex.

They are fourteen in number, lead by one who must be the current Primus, as he is the largest. He wears the golden bands of leadership around heavily muscled upper arms. He is a mountain of black scales mottled with green flecks that mirror the color of his fierce eyes. A magnificent black cock sways between his legs as he approaches me.

Primus trills in bass notes to me. He raises an open claw near his shoulder briefly – it is an admonition to the other males that they must wait their turn to sheathe themselves in me.

I move with the speed and supple grace of my species, retreating to the nearest tree, winding around it to then peer at Primus with my orange eyes aglow. I trill in light melodic notes a response to him, accepting his approach. My body releases pheromones of invitation and enticement which no saurian male can resist. My need to be fucked and bred drives me to go to him. We come together beneath the tree, in full view of the other males.

I slither my way to him on all fours, a gesture of my submission. I dare to nuzzle against his kaji-fruit sized balls, revering his maleness and wanting what is within them, in me. My slit is swollen, glistening with arousal. I swirl around to face away from him, pressing my breasts into the grass and lifting my bottom. I pin my tail against my form and wrap it partway around my leg, presenting myself to him.

Primus takes me, roughly, perfectly, in an instant.

I trill with joy as he enters me. My thoughts grow unfocused as I am overcome by a mating frenzy. I extend my claws into the soil in an attempt to brace myself. All I want and need is to be fucked mercilessly, to have male after male after male take me and force their virile seed into my quivering slit and oviducts, to fertilize me. They will penetrate me, use me, fuck me, ejaculating their need and seed into my softness, until my slit is bruised and I am weak and trembling and in need of respite.

Primus grasps my hips with his powerful claws and begins to thrust his thick black cock inside of me. The joy of being taken is rapturous. I flutter the walls of my slit and channel around him, a thing which is an innate ability of JeXzi females. He grunts and brings the full weight of himself upon me, pinning me beneath him. His weight and the power of his thrusts forces the air from my lungs making it difficult to breathe. My awareness dims…

The next few hours(EM) are a mindless orgy of sexual coupling. One by one, each of the fourteen males fucks me and fills me with his potent seed. When the last is sated, I slump upon my side in the grasses, barely able to move. Pale green semen covers my inner thighs down to the bend of my knees and oozes from my slit. It is now sleep’s turn to claim me.

… Two months(EM) later…

Little Niti is my happiness. She clings to my neck and shoulders, often hiding within the veil of long brown black strands which fall around my visage. She understands that she and I are alike; that she is different from her male siblings. I gently cup one of my most recent male hatchlings to my breast while gazing around the forest dome. He laps hungrily at the viscous green fluid leaking from my nipple. Soon, we will move to the planet below, and I will be the mother of my race on this new world.

Blood , Witchcraft Ch. 03

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Chapter 3: Where Is Nathan Moreau!

It was later that evening and Nathan and Julia were in the shop that Julia worked at.

“Thank you, here’s your receipt. Come again.” She told the customer as he left with his bag of candles and ‘Beginners Guide To Witchcraft’ book. Julia worked in a magick shop. Well, magic shop anyway. It was called Witching Hour Wonders. It was mainly for practitioners, not real Witches. Almost everyone has the potential to cast a spell, wield magick. Light a candle, stir the wind, float a feather. But only real Witches, with Magick in their blood – their bones, can cast real spells, perform real magick.

“So what do you think he meant?” Julia asked Nathan who sat on a stool behind her at the register.

“I don’t know, you killed him.” Nathan thumbed through a ‘spell book’. It was mostly poppycock.

“How many times do I need to say sorry. Sorry for not asking twenty questions first before killing the Vamp that tried to kill you.” She huffed.

“Sorry, thank you.” Nathan put the book down and softened his tone a bit, acknowledging her annoyance. “I just wish I knew what he meant.” Nathan thought about it. “It was weird huh? Last night Jack and I are attacked by a Basume and then today a Vampire.”

“Maybe it wasn’t you and Jack. Maybe it was just you and Jack happened to be there.” Julia offered.

“Maybe.” Nathan nodded in agreement.

“However…” She trailed off.

“What.”

“Well it’s just. A Basume, whatever. But a Vampire?” Julia made a face and raised a brow.

“What do you mean?” Nathan didn’t quite get what she was getting to.

“A shape-changer, unless it’s one of the Were’s is probably a free agent.” Julia shrugged. “But,” She paused, “Vampires are more controlled. They have to adhere to the laws of the treaty right?” Julia referenced the treaty between the supernatural’s of Northbridge. It stated that the Vampires had to register with the Vampire representative that sat on the council, could only drink from the willing or from donated bags and couldn’t hunt. If they did, there were usually consequences like being staked if it were severe enough. Today for example would’ve gotten that Vampire staked by his own people for exposing them like that. It puts not only Vampires in danger, but all supernatural’s.

Most of Northbridge was aware that the city wasn’t like other places, it held dark secrets and most knew of the rumors of the Witches and Werewolves that had helped found the city. Just because most people were aware of the “secret”, however, didn’t mean that the supernatural went around so brazenly. There was still danger in being open and loud.

“So,” Nathan groaned at the realization of what she meant. “if I was attacked by a Vampire that was registered, I’d have to go to…Marshall.” He said the name between his teeth. He was one of the oldest Vampires in the city, over 700, and sat on the council. “Odds are he knows who it was and maybe why he was after me.” Nathan groaned again. He knew Marshall only by reputation, and it wasn’t a super good one. His own father was on the Council and often spoke of his agitation with Marshall.

“Sorry.” Julia said with a grimace.

“It’s not your fault.” He shrugged. “Unless he was an out of towner, he had a sunlight sigil, so that means he was registered with Marshall.” Nathan hopped off the stool. “You guys got any Helianthus?”

“Should be by the lavender and sage. That wall.” She pointed to the herbs.

Helianthus was a type of flower. It was a lily shaped, resembling a starburst. It had a soft glow to it and was fiery orange. It held the power to weaken Vampires, ward them off, like garlic, holy water or crosses. Only for real. Vampires spread the rumors about garlic and other stuff so that humans wouldn’t know how to properly protect themselves. Witches were smarter.

“Thanks.” He grabbed a bag with some of the petals. “I wanna make this into a spray, cauldron?”

“Feeling Witchy?” Julia asked with a cackle.

“Yes, actually.” Nathan grinned devilishly and curled his fingers wickedly in jest.

“Hey, Miguel.” She called over to her coworker stocking the shelves. “Mind watching the counter while I go help Nathan with this in the back?” She stepped out from behind the register.

“No problem.” He smiled at her and winked, standing up and walking over.

“Thanks.” She blushed a bit. Nathan gave her a look and the two walked to the back room where the employees took breaks.

“Hmm.” Nathan commented once they were in the back room alone, the door shut.

“What?” She asked as Nathan grabbed a small cauldron and filled it with water from a small sink. “That’s meant for hand washing only.”

“Okay.” Nathan acknowledged. He sat it on the hotplate on a counter and turned it on low. “He’s cute.” He poked her with the suggestion.

“He is.” She agreed. “And?”

“You’re always butting into my love life.” He raised a brow and went to a shelf that held extra stock, grabbing a spray bottle.

“So that means you can kartal escort but into mine?”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “He obviously thinks you’re cute.”

“Probably, but he’s a shifter.” Shifters were different than shape-changers. Shape-changers turned into supernatural beasts while Shifters either held the power to turn into other people or animals like dogs or cats. Sometimes bears or lions too.

“So!” Nathan pretended to balk. “That’s racist. Not wanting to date him because of who he is.” The water started to boil and Nathan dropped a few petals and stems into the cauldron.

“It’s not that, well not just that. What if that isn’t what he really looks like? And workplace romances hardly work out.” She reasoned. She knew it seemed shallow but if he lied about his appearance, what else would he lie about?

“Use a ‘true sight’ spell.” Nathan pushed the subject. “Here I’ll help.” He motioned for her to stir the concoction and he started looking for sunglasses or a magnifying glass or just a piece of transparent glass. “And as for the – ah here – workplace romance. You’re adults. Figure it out.” He held up some glasses he’d found in a cubby.

“Those are Cheryl’s.” Julia added more petals, the water started to slowly turn the color of the petals.

“We’ll give them back.” Nathan placed them on the table and held his hands over them. The spell already in his mind, the magick surging through him collecting in his palms. He spoke:

With this spell, grant me sight,

Reveal the hidden, reveal the light.

The spell cast over the glasses and the magick fell like a glittery dust over them. They glowed a soft yellow color and Nathan grabbed them, holding them up. He looked through them to test that they worked.

“Oof.” He pretended to see something ugly and made a face towards Julia.

“What?” She asked falling for the trick. “What is it?”

“Oh, honey. What spells do you use?”

“Just some light protection charms and aura cleansing.” She defended. “What do you see?”

“Nothing, just teasing.” He handed them to her. “You must not be hiding anything, go look at Miguel, see if he is.” He took over the potion making. It was nearly done. The petals were almost drained of color.

“Fine.” She put them on and walked over to the door, peeking her head out quietly so Miguel wouldn’t see.

“What do you see?”

“Shh.” She whispered. She didn’t see anything actually. A light radiance around him, sure, but that was to be expected. He was a supernatural. She’d known that would be there, but he wasn’t shifted. He truly looked like this. “Oh thank god.” Julia said, thankful he wasn’t ugly. Again, she knew it was shallow of her.

“What?” Miguel heard her exhalation and turned towards her, when he did he smiled and a soft ball of light formed over his heart.

“What!” She took off the glasses. “Huh? Nothing!” She spat out as he gave a quizzical look. “I was just checking on you. You good?” She held out a thumbs up.

“Er – yeah.” He held one back, smile still on his face.

“Okay. Yeah. Good. Holler if you need me.”

“Will do.” He laughed and she ducked back in. Nathan was bottling up the concoction, placing some more stem and petal pieces in the bottle for good measure.

“So, what’d you see?”

“Nothing.” Julia answered quickly. “Spargant Sparge.” She waved a hand over the glasses and put them back. “Nothing at all.”

“So what’s the problem?” Nathan asked as he turned the hotplate off and started to rinse out the cauldron.

“Shut up.” Julia answered, then she redirected the topic. “You know to see Marshall you’ll need to either talk to a council member or a Vampire to set up a meeting.”

“I know. I thought about asking my dad, but I don’t want him to worry.” Nathan leaned against the counter. “Which means…”

“You’re gonna have to contact a vampire.”

“Exactly.” Julia was loving this, Nathan was not.

“And the only one you know that you can trust is…” She grinned.

“I’ll call Jack.” Nathan groaned out the rest of her sentence. Julia just grinned her wicked grin. Nathan rolled his eyes at her.

The universe must hate me. Nathan thought to himself.

*****

“I need your help.” Nathan skipped the pleasantries and got right to it, sitting at the bar top. It was a slow evening for the bar. It would probably pick up later around eleven or so. Jack stopped his work. Jack had ignored his calls, so he’d come to his work.

“Hi, how are you?” Jack grinned. “Oh, I’m good thanks for asking. Good to see you.” He toyed.

“Jack. I’m serious. I was attacked in broad daylight today.” When Jack didn’t answer right away. “By a Vampire.”

“Shit.” He said under his breath. “You okay? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Yes. Vamps dead. But he mentioned something about money before Julia staked him.” Nathan explained. “And I did try to call you, you didn’t pic up.” Jack patted his pockets.

“I must’ve left it at home.” Jack maltepe escort groaned. “Sorry, so what do you need from me?”

“I need to speak to Marshall.” Nathan said it as if it were a simple matter to set up a meeting with the leader of the Vampires in Northbridge.

“Sure, let me wave a magick wand and make it happen.” Jack scoffed a chuckle out, waving his finger like the fairy godmother.

“Jack, I’m serious. Didn’t he turn you? Call him up.” Nathan reasoned.

“Yes. He turned me, but that doesn’t mean I can just call him.” Jack went back to work, counting the liquor bottles. “He’s like super busy all the time and hardly makes appointments with ‘underlings’.” Jack said the last part in a mock tone. “I’ve seen him all of four times, and one of those times was to turn me.”

“So how did you get him to turn you so fast?” Nathan prodded.

“I got lucky. Ran into one of his inner circle here at the bar actually.” He shrugged it off. “I think he took pity on me.”

“Jack. Please. I need this.” Nathan gave Jack the look he used to give him when things were serious. Like the time Jack was making jokes because he had been hexed by a Witch that Nathan had encountered and Jack didn’t know what to do.

Jack caved. “I can get him a message, but it might be a few days. Maybe a week even.” Nathan was about to respond, but he picked up a wave of strange energy.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. He thought to himself and the universe. Nathan turned towards the door where a very large man now stood at the entrance. He was probably eight feet tall and his muscles, muscles, had muscles. Shit…

“Where is Nathan Moreau!” The man boomed loudly, taking a heavy step forward. He was slow but Nathan could tell he was strong. The people near the door looked uncomfortable at the sight of the brute.

“Sorry, no one here by that name.” Jack said, his fangs out and voice deep. Threatening. He stood ready to pounce. The man ignored Jack and took a picture out of his pocket looking at it, then looking around the room. When his eyes settled on Nathan he grinned and crooked and broken teeth exposed years of fighting. “Leave.” Jack hissed, eyes darkening.

“Come with me.” The man’s deep voice carried across the bar. The few patrons that were there had scattered, wanting no part of whatever was going on.

“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy.” Nathan tried to convince the brute he wasn’t who he was looking for. He held up the picture then walked closer; in a flash Jack stood between the two. The man ignored Jack.

“I ain’t dumb. This is you. Now come with me, or I’ll kill everyone here.” He turned the photo around and it was a picture of Nathan at work.

“You can try.” Jack threatened. The brute grinned, looked down at him and cracked his neck. “Oh fuck!” He screamed as the man picked Jack up with one hand and threw him across the room. Everyone in the bar started screaming and running or hiding.

“Now.” The man growled.

“I’m not going anywhere-” The man ignored Nathan’s protest and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. “Put me down mother fucker!” He yelled, placing his palm on his back and using magick to try and electrocute the man.

“That tickles.” He laughed in response.

“Put him down!” Jack jumped through the air and kicked the kidnapper in the back of his knee. It took him off guard enough that Nathan was able to get out of his grasp and jump off his shoulder, landing on the floor. The man roared in anger and turned around, throwing a fist at Jack who dodged. Then he tried to grab Nathan again but Jack sped them out of his grasp. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Nathan summoned a knife from the bar and whisked it towards the monstrosity coming towards them. It hit him in the left side of his chest.

“Heh, heh.” He chuckled then ripped it out of his chest, the wound closed quickly and he chucked the knife. It landed in the wall to the hilt. Screams erupted from the people hiding against the wall, away from the danger.

“I was afraid of that.” Nathan said, sending chairs and tables crashing into the man. He and Jack backed away and the man just kept coming. The projectiles just bounced off of him.

“What the fuck is he?” Jack asked.

“I think he’s a Havock.” Nathan said in a panicked and annoyed voice.

“How do we kill it?”

“It’ll be tough, but they’re still technically human!” The Havock threw his own projectile now and the two barely dodge in time. The Havock ignores Jack and continues straight for Nathan. He grabbed Jack and tossed him over his shoulder, comically, cartoonishly. Jack landed in a thud. Dazed.

“Stop being difficult. He wants to see you alive now!” He bends down and Nathan throws a hand up and sends out another wave of energy. It knocked the brute back all of two feet. “Ha-” He started to laugh then a blankness spread over his face. Jack had taken an opportunity, with the Havock focused on Nathan he shoved his fist through the behemoths thick, dense back. Jack pendik escort had gripped spine and twisted.

“Fuck that’s gross.” Nathan heard Jacks voice say. Jack pulled his fist out. The man collapsed to the ground with a loud thud that caused the bar to shake. The patrons started to whisper and the panic started to die. “You okay?” Jack shuddered and tossed the piece of spine to the ground. “This guy’s skin was tough to get through.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Nathan took Jacks outstretched (and unbloody) hand and got up off the ground. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Jack walked behind the bar to the sink and started washing his hands off. “What was that guy again?” He asked just as the man started to shrink and shrivel back to his natural form. “What the fuck? Another shape-changer?”

“No,” Nathan knelt down to the man and rolled him over. He was comparatively smaller, he looked to be about 6 foot with a slim, but athletic, build. He must’ve just wanted more results in the gym and wasn’t able to get them. “he was a Havock. They’re mortals who seek strength by augmenting themselves via a dark spell. Turns them into these huge brutes, but makes their brains kind of simple sometimes.” Nathan stood up. “Poor guy.” He’d have more empathy if he hadn’t just tried to kidnap him. “So, think you can get that meeting now?”

“I’ll make a call after I get rid of the body. The boss will want to meet you for sure now. He’ll want to know why a Havock followed you into his bar.” Marshall owned Bar Positive and a few other Vampiric hangouts. Jack walked around the bar and started to pick the guy up. “You sure you want to speak to Marshall though? He doesn’t do anything for free and this guy wasn’t even a Vampire.”

“Marshall is still one of the oldest beings in Northbridge and has ears and eyes everywhere. He’s bound to know something. Make the call.” Nathan nodded; Jack started to walk away with the body. “And Jack, make it quick.” He looked at the third assailant that had tried to kill him.

“No problem.” Said Jack as he carried the dead body away.

This shouldn’t be a normal thing. Nathan thought to himself.

*****

“Hey.” It was early morning and Jack was at the door, Nathan had opened it looking disheveled and puffy. His hair stuck in wild angles.

“Hey, good morning.” Nathan stood to the side, inviting Jack in.

“He’s agreed to see you.” He had good news.

“Great, when?”

“Now actually. He told me to bring you to his place.” Jack stood, hands in his jacket pockets, waiting for Nathan to get ready.

“Oh.” He said, in his oversized red pajama shirt and black shorts. He looked over himself. He had slept well and it showed in his demeanor.

“Yeah.” Jack thought it was cute. He missed waking up to Nathans puffy face.

“I’ll go get showered and change.” Nathan walked to his bathroom, turning on the shower.

“I’ll just chill here. With Celia.” Jack looked for her. “Celia.” He called and she appeared on the couch.

“I was on the ghost plane.” She explained.

“Ah. Watch some Tv?” He asked her. He liked Celia. He missed her too. He joined her on the couch and they chatted while Jack waited for Nathan. He missed this. The living room, the couch. The TV. He’d actually bought the TV; he left it behind and forgot to come back for it. It didn’t matter now though. Jack often missed a lot of his old life. Well, he missed his life. He was technically dead now. He didn’t necessarily regret his decision, it served a greater purpose, he regretted the price of his decision.

“Ready to go?” Nathan asked as he came out of his room, freshly showered and ready to figure out why the supernatural world was trying to kill him.

“Let’s go.” Jack stood. “See you later Celia.” He said to her and she replied in kind.

The drive to Marshalls didn’t last too long. Nathan lived in Riverside, while Marshall’s mansion was in Old Town near the old docks. Jack had a lead foot so that helped with the length of the drive.

“Wow, nice place.” Nathan remarked as Jack pulled into the driveway. It was an old colonial mansion with some modern additions to it.

“Yeah, Marshall has lived here since he was his own great-great-great-great-“

“I get it.” Nathan laughed cutting Jack off. Two men in black suits approached the car and opened the doors.

“Get out.” They both said. They were both tall and broad, with short, buzzed hair. One blonde, the other brunette. They both wore black sunglasses and wore earpieces. Nathan could tell they were both Werewolves by the energy they emitted.

“Nice to see you boys again.” Jack nodded to them. He looked almost like a child compared to them. He was tall and broad himself, but compared to these Werewolves?

“Marshall is waiting for you.” Blonde responded flatly.

He must not be paid for pleasantries. Nathan thought to himself, remaining quiet. They were escorted up the sidewalk to the front door. A butler opened it and they were ushered inside. The foyer was gorgeous. The columns, hardwood, décor, all of it. Nathan was jealous. His own family lived in gorgeous Victorian manor that had been handed down since they arrived in Northbridge, but this place was opulent. Gorgeous. Nathan and Jack wandered a few feet into the foyer and took in the surroundings. Two more security guards stood at the foot of the stairs.

Forbbiden Cultivation Ch. 0037

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******* Surrounded *******

I spend some qi trying to count the hyenas with Qi Detection, as well as training Inner Armor. There’re at least 30 around. The rest, I don’t know where they are. Maybe, chasing the students.

“Master!” Bang Rui exclaims.

I just called her. She looks around in surprise. I explain the situation while she’s giving me a blowjob. I think she missed sucking it. Swallowing my cum.

Then, I make her sit on me. Turned away. One hand grabs one of her breasts. The other plays with her crotch. She moans softly. Moving up and down. Being penetrated. Whispering my name. Well, more like “Master”, over and over again.

I put my fingers in her mouth. She sucks them passionately. I pull her hair, so she looks at me. Her mouth is half open, calling me. Her hips never stopping. I cum in her while she looks at me. While she cums.

“I might call you to take care of some beasts. Are you ready?”

“When Master calls, I can go to fight the ones down if Master wants,” she answers me.

“There’re too many. I don’t want you to die,” I say, almost without thinking.

She blushes. Completely. Does she think I care that little? It’s not that I love her. And it’s true that I still hold some resentment towards her. But she’s also useful to me.

“Whatever… Whatever Master says.”

“Warn Ning. Tell her to be ready for me.”

I send her back. She says something to Ning, who starts to masturbate. She seems very excited. Has she missed me that much? We’ll see. I call her.

“Master! Fuck me! Master!” she begs me.

I’m almost speechless. But I have to maintain some discipline.

“Stay still. First suck me. And speak in a low voice”

“Yes, Master!”

Her crotch drips as she gives me a blowjob. I sigh. I grab her by the hair and lift her head. I drag her towards me. With my other hand, I lower her ass. I penetrate her. She moans.

“Move slowly.”

She does. Her head back a little as I hold her by the hair. Her breasts swinging gently. I spank her hard on her buttocks. She moans between pain and pleasure.

“You’ve been very disobedient with Rui.”

“I couldn’t hold out without Master! AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAhhh!!! Master is the best!! AAAAAAAaAaaaaaaH!!!”

“Next time, I’ll lock you up. And I’ll leave you without sex for longer.”

“No! Master! I’ll behave! I swear!” she exclaims, scared.

“You better. Speed up a little.”

I continue to hold her by the hair. I let go of her buttocks and squeeze her breasts. I pinch her nipples until she almost screams in pain and pleasure. She manages to suppress her voice. It’s certainly exciting to completely dominate her. Although, I prefer another kind of sex.

I bite her neck, leaving the mark of my teeth.

“Create a barrier around me. If you do it right, I’ll let you cum.”

“Aaaah. Yesh, master. Aaaaaah!!”

She succeeds on the third try. I guess it isn’t easy to concentrate while being fucked. I let her cum while I squeeze her breast. Several times in a row. Until I fill her. Then, I return her. She stays on the floor of the Residence panting for a while.

I check the barrier. It won’t last long. But at least, it’ll be enough so that I’m not caught by surprise.

Suddenly, I remember something. A confused Liang looks at me. She was talking to esenler escort Song when I’ve called her.

“Kong! Is something wrong?”

“Do you have to be naked too?” I complain.

She laughs. I sigh. She gives me a soft kiss on the lips. Then, she looks at me. Waiting.

“I forgot to tell you something. Before we got kicked out, I kept Little Grumpy. Will you take care of her? Let me know when you need meat. I also kept some while we were preparing it.”

Her eyes widen.

“Of course! Where is she?” she asks excitedly, but then she looks at me accusingly. “Mmmmh. You assured me I was confused when I told you I thought some things had disappeared. That I must have been tired.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t…”

She silences me with a finger on my mouth.

“I know. But I also know that, inside, you were laughing at me. You know you’re going to pay for it,” she threatens me with a seductive smile.

“I love you.”

“Me too. But you’re not going to get away like that,” she laughs, before giving me a kiss.

In the end, I give her access to the area where the cub is. After moving her closer to them. And I leave her some meat, knives, and some other utensils that had “disappeared”.

The others stare at the tiger cub very intently. I think they’re eager to pick her up and pet her like Liang does.

Little Grumpy has almost pounced on Liang after seeing her. Maybe, she was lonely. And hungry. I guess she’ll gradually get used to the others. For now, she growls at them. I’d like to bring her with me for a while, but I’m afraid she’ll fall off the branch.

After a while, I call Song. So she can explain to me the plans. She and Shi will go to sleep soon. Then, they’ll watch me at night. In the meantime, Yi will keep me company. She has won the raffle. Or she has lost it. Song hasn’t made it clear to me. She’s just laughed. But I’m glad to have someone to talk to. It’s a bit lonely up here. Let’s say that being “accompanied” by a few dozen vermin isn’t very encouraging.

So, I spend a few hours chatting with Yi. And a few with Yu. Honestly, this must be the first time we’ve just talked to each other alone. We’ve gotten to know each other a little better. Well, maybe we haven’t just talked, but we’ve talked a lot.

It’s funny. We’ve been together for a few months, and now I almost feel like I didn’t know them. Maybe, we should do it more. They’re adorable. The two sisters love each other a lot. Even if they fight every now and then. And they seem to like Liang quite a bit. It’s good.

The only thing they complain about her is that she’s spent too much time with me. They both said it with pouts. They were so cute. Well, and that our new pet growls at them. They’re looking forward to petting her.

When I call Shi and Song, they’re dressed and armed. They kiss me, but nothing more. Although, they threaten me that, in the morning, they won’t have mercy on me. I lie down on Song’s legs, who holds her spear. Shi stays a little further away.

Slowly, I fall asleep. While she caresses my hair tenderly. While I lose myself in the softness of her legs. In her scent. It’s been a while since I had her at night.

I can barely make out that the twins have gone to sleep. And that, with Liang, on the sheets, a baby bayrampaşa escort tiger is curled up. They’re all four adorable. It’s the last thought I remember before falling asleep.

———-

When I open my eyes, the profile of large breasts greets me. It’s a pity that she’s dressed now. I move my head between her legs, feeling her skin.

“If you’re awake, get up,” Song’s voice protests. It’s much sweeter than her words express.

I sit up. But instead of saying anything, I steal a kiss from her before she can protest.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“G… Good morning,” she answers.

I’ve managed to surprise her, even if it’s just for a moment. It’s been a long time since I saw her when I woke up.

“Hey! I want a kiss too!” another voice protests.

Shi comes closer and kisses me. Much longer and deeper than with Song.

“Hey! That was longer! I want more!” Song protests this time.

And the three of us laugh. It feels nostalgic. Suddenly, I see blood on Song’s spear. There’s blood on Shi’s swords too.

“Are you okay? What happened? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Oh, nothing serious. They’re gone. But they made one last attempt first. They managed to get through the barrier, and they got within spear range. You were sleeping so soundly that you didn’t wake up,” Song mocks.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. Well… If we say yes, will you pamper us a little?” Shi asks suggestively.

“I’ll pamper you anyway,” I pull her closer to me.

It feels strangely sensual to take off her clothes. I haven’t had that opportunity lately.

It’s not that easy to have sex with the two of them on a branch. So, I send them to a secluded area of ​​the Residence for a moment. I go down and summon them again. I haven’t detected anything nearby.

“Next time, let me know! I thought something was wrong!” Song reproaches me, but she doesn’t have time to complain anymore.

I place a piece of cloth on her back and pinned her against the tree. Her legs around my waist. It doesn’t take long for me to pierce her hole. Shi bites her ear and massages her chest and buttock. At times, she does it with me. Song can’t even complain as she moans.

It’s strangely exciting to do it here, in a dangerous area. Without being able to make almost any noise. Grabbing her freckled buttocks. Kissing her juicy lips. Thrusting into her again and again. Having her under my control again. At least, this time.

I cum violently in her while I look at her. While I look at her teeth clenched to keep from screaming. At her green eyes, which are looking back at me. At her smile when we calm down. At her menacing look at Shi, who laughs.

Shi stands against the tree. Her ass towards me. Her legs half open. Her hands on the trunk. Inviting me.

Song spanks her gently after I penetrate her. Shi moans. I play with her breasts and nipples. Song with my ass and Shi’s clitoris. We make her cum several times, before filling her. Then, we rest for a few minutes, the three of us hugging each other.

“I want to take a look at how the camp is. If there’s something to take. Will you come with me?”

“I… well…” Song says reluctantly.

She can’t walk properly. She’d slow us down. Unless I pick her up.

“Hey!” she says in arnavutköy escort surprise.

“I want that too,” Shi jokes. Then, she gets more serious. “Wouldn’t it be better to get dressed?”

Song and I look at each other and laugh. She’s right.

“And the others?” Song asks as she puts on some sandals.

“Sleeping,” I shrug.

“Oh, of course.”

So, we head to the caves. There’re some blood stains, but they don’t look human. There’s nothing usable left either. The trail they’ve taken is clear. There’re human footprints and those of many hyenas.

We decide to follow it. If we can find out what’s happened to them, it might be an advantage in the future. And, if they’re dead, maybe we can find the ring. The contents could be useful.

We find some broken bones and blood along the way. There’re torn pieces of cloth. It seems one of the students didn’t survive. There’s only a bloody sword left. It’s all their remains. If they were carrying anything else, who knows where it is. Maybe, in a hyena’s stomach.

“Something is coming,” I announce as I detect a qi.

Shi climbs on me and then on a branch. Song hides behind a trunk, holding a spear. I do behind another nearby one. I also carry a spear.

“A hyena,” Shi whispers. “We must kill it without letting it warn the rest.”

Song and I nod. We let it advance. Towards the piece of meat that it’s smelling. That we have left in the space between Song and I.

When it passes between the two of us, we attack at the same time. I have a little more strength, but Song’s blow is more precise. Her skill with the spear is much greater than mine. The predator dies immediately. I put the corpse away. Maybe, we can use it in the future.

It hasn’t had time to warn, so I pick up Song again. She doesn’t seem to mind too much that I carry her in my arms. Like a princess. We decide to climb a small hill. From there, we can see movement in the distance.

“There seem to be a lot of them. They must be the hyenas,” Song suggests.

“They’re in front of a kind of cliff. Maybe, they’re hiding there,” she adds.

“What should we do? Wait?” I ask.

“When we’re all here, we’ll discuss it” Shi says.

“Liang has woken up. The twins don’t seem to want to wake up.”

“They’re sleepyheads. Bring Liang, and we’ll move on with the “work”” Song laughs.

“Eeeh!” Liang exclaims. She’s still not used to me calling her suddenly.

“Good morning!” we greet her with laughter.

“Why am I the only one who’s naked now?” she complains.

“Well, you can get dressed if you don’t want the morning ‘session'” Song teases her.

She looks at her for a moment, confused. Until she understands and blushes. She hugs me.

“Don’t be mean and watch out,” I ask them.

“”Ok,”” they both answer at the same time.

I wouldn’t be too sure if they would listen to me if we weren’t in a dangerous area.

I summon Liang’s bed, and drop her on top of it. Our little tiger, who’s walking around the room, is surprised to see it disappear.

We kiss and frolic on the bed. Until she rides me, and ends up reaching two orgasms. Then, we switch. This time, I’m the one who takes the initiative. Looking at each other. Kissing each other. Until we both cum. Muffling our moans. With our hands clenched. We stay looking at each other and catching our breath.

“I almost didn’t remember how wild Liang can be,” Song comments.

“You already told me, but seeing it is different,” Shi also mocks.

Liang blushes. Like a tomato. And Song eats a pillow. Shi is lucky that there’s only one. Really, Liang has good aim.

Queen of The Diamond

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She is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. I look forward to her monthly visits with

a combination of lust, intimidation, admiration, and wet pussy. Bandit is the owner of the lesbian

nightclub I work at, The Diamond. She is a hands-off boss, for the most part. Like I said, she

only comes to check in on us once a month. She sits at a small table in the back and just watches

the night’s activities. She will often join the ladies dancing, taking one into her private suite.

When they returned the woman would look high with a big dumb smile and a face covered in

lipstick kisses. I hated all of them. I want those lips on my face.

She’s back tonight. I try to watch her from the waitress’s station as I always do. My

supervisor steps in my way.

“Ms. Bandit would like to speak with you.”

“Me?!” I squeak.

“Now.”

I slowly walk over. I feel like I’m going to my own funeral. I stopped at the side of her

table.

“Why do you insist on watching me on my visits?”

“I don’t…”

“Do not lie to me. I control your future here tonight.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well?”

“It’s just that…”

“It’s just, what?”

“I find you very sexy.”

She smiles a knowing little smile at me.

“See? Isn’t it just better to get topkapı escort it off your chest.”

“It is actually.”

She pats her lap.

“Sit.”

My face burns brighter.

“What?”

“Now.”

Gulping, I gently sit on the edge of her knee. She wraps her arm around me, pulling me

close against her.

“From this moment onward, you are off the clock. You are my little companion.”

Somehow my blush is even stronger.

“Th…thank you.”

“You are quite welcome my cute little doll.”

That should have been insulting but Bandit makes it sound so sensual, so appealing. I

honestly wouldn’t mind being her doll.

We sit like that for the next few hours. Eventually her hands get a little restless. The one

helping to hold me begins rubbing my leg. I let out a little moan.

“Sh.”

It moves to my inner thigh. I can’t stop the next moan’s escape. Her free hand covers my

mouth. I savor the sensation. Her hand starts rubbing my pussy through my clothes. I moan like

crazy under her hand.

“Can’t be quiet, huh? Let’s go someplace more private so I can take care of that.”

She takes my hand and leads me… into her private suite!

I shudder as she leads me across the threshold before closing bağcılar escort and locking the door. All

sounds of the outside world are suddenly gone.

“Strip.”

Damn, another level of blushing I had no idea existed. I quickly obey. She points to the

massive heart-shaped bed dead center in the small room. I quickly hop on.

“Look at the ceiling. Only the ceiling. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Said ceiling, like the one in the main club, was paneled with mirrors to evoke the facets

of a diamond. Looking at my own naked body reflected in so many places is a surreal situation.

Bandit sat at the point of the bed. She ran her finger over her lips. It must be a trick of the light,

something to do with all the reflections. I swear they are getting bigger… plumper… redder…

gooier.

She placed her fingers over her mouth and blew me a kiss. A glob of drippy lipstick flew

from her mouth and slammed onto my hand, pinning it in place under a seal shaped like a pair of

lips! I struggle to break free.

“What the fuck?!”

A second kiss and my other hand is pinned. A third traps my feet. Buck as I might, I can’t

get loose.

“What is this! Let me go!”

A fourth kiss seals my mouth halkalı escort shut.

“Dollys do not talk.”

I moan at her.

“Ok, your kind of dolly doesn’t talk. Better?”

I glare at her.

“Too bad.”

She leans down and begins kissing her way up my legs. Each time her lips touch my skin

a shockwave of pleasure ripples out. I’m feeling hotter and hotter. I moan in pleasure at her

touch. I don’t know why I fought her so much. This is wonderful.

I watch the reflections as her kisses slowly cover me in the lipstick like slime. Before

long only my pussy is left exposed on the front. I contort as I feel her tongue touch it. A jolt of

pure pleasure runs through all my nerves. Then she uses her fingers.

I lose all track of time. I cum so much. I’m too weak to move even if I could. She begins

molding the slime around me. I’m no longer stuck to the bed but cocooned up instead. She

continues to shape it with her hands, like clay. I watch as she makes me a little dress as the rest

of the slime becomes an unmovable second skin over my body. I do look like some kind of

perverted doll.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” she tells me.

I moan pitifully. No, it can’t end now. I’m having too much fun. She tosses me over her

shoulder and leaves the room. Not only that, but she leaves the club. She carries me into the back

of a waiting town car and we’re off. She smiles lovingly at me.

“I already have a Teddy. Now I have a Dolly. I just love my toys so much. I wwill never let either of you go.”

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“Starting… now,” Veronica says, tapping her phone screen. The timer begins:

00:00.00.

Your skin flushes hot, then cold, then hot again. Every droplet of water from the shower suddenly feels like it’s sizzling against your flesh. Your entire epidermis tingles like it’s being peeled off and replaced, cell by cell.

“Oh, it’s happening fast,” Veronica whispers, her eyes wide. “Look at your skin, baby.”

00:01.45

You glance down at your arms. The tan you worked so hard for all summer is literally fading before your eyes, like someone is erasing it with a cosmic pencil eraser. Your skin blanches to an alabaster white, so pale you can see the blue veins beneath pulsing with alarming speed.

“Fuck,” you gasp, but your voice already sounds wrong–higher, breathier.

00:03.27

A grinding sensation starts in your bones. Your height begins to decrease, not gradually but in sickening lurches. The world seems to rise up around you as your perspective shifts downward. Your skeleton is literally compressing, bones grinding against each other like tectonic plates during an earthquake.

“You’re getting so tiny,” Veronica says with delight, circling you. “I’m going to be taller than you!”

00:05.89

Your fingers spasm and contract, the bones shrinking, skin reshaping. Your hands become smaller, more delicate before your eyes. Your nails lengthen slightly and darken, turning a glossy black as if being painted by an invisible manicurist.

“Those are going to look so cute wrapped around a game controller,” Veronica comments, holding her own perfectly manicured hand against yours for comparison.

00:07.32

The sensation in your groin starts as a tingle, then intensifies to a strange pulling. Your cock–still semi-hard from the shower sex–begins to retract, not shrinking exactly, but inverting. It feels like someone has grabbed your penis from the inside and is slowly pulling it backward into your body. Your balls tighten and rise, the scrotal sac flattening and splitting with a sensation like fabric tearing.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, hands flying to your crotch.

“Don’t touch!” Veronica slaps your hands away. “Just let it happen. Trust me, you don’t want to interfere.”

00:09.56

The inversion accelerates. Your glans–the head of your cock–seems to fold inward, nerve endings screaming in confusion as it recedes into your body, transforming into a swollen nub that you instinctively recognize as a clitoris. The shaft continues inverting, creating a tunnel-like sensation, tissue rearranging to form a vaginal canal. Your testicles are now completely inside your body, the strange vacuum-like sensation continuing as they migrate upward, reshaping into ovaries.

“There goes your manhood,” Veronica narrates, her voice low and fascinated. “Right up inside you where it belongs for the next two weeks.”

00:12.71

Your hips crack and grind as they widen dramatically. The bones actually rotate outward, creating a wider pelvic cradle. Fat deposits begin forming instantaneously, padding your new hip structure with soft, feminine curves. Your waist simultaneously contracts, creating a hyperfeminine silhouette–like someone is squeezing you with an invisible corset.

“Oh, hello curves,” Veronica purrs. “You’re getting a serious hourglass, baby.”

00:15.23

The most dramatic change begins in your chest. What starts as a tingling in your nipples quickly becomes an intense pressure as tissue begins to swell beneath them. Your flat pectoral muscles seem to liquefy, reforming into soft breast tissue that expands outward at an alarming rate. The weight is immediate and shocking–two heavy masses suddenly pulling at your chest wall.

“Holy shit,” Veronica breathes, her eyes fixed on your growing chest. “They’re going to be huge.”

00:17.84

Your nipples darken from light brown to a dusky rose, and your areolae begin expanding–spreading outward like ink on wet paper until they’re the size of silver dollars. The sensitivity is overwhelming; even the air in the room feels like it’s physically touching them. Each new nerve ending that forms sends conflicting signals to your brain–pain, pleasure, confusion.

“Look at those fucking udders,” Veronica says, reaching out to brush one expanded areola with her fingertip.

You flinch at the contact–it’s too much, too sensitive. “Don’t,” you gasp, but your voice comes out as a breathy moan instead of a command.

00:20.05

Your breasts continue to swell, passing what would be considered average, moving firmly into “large” territory. The weight is disorienting, pulling your center of gravity forward. Your shoulders naturally roll forward to compensate, creating a posture that further emphasizes your new chest. They’re so heavy that they actually bounce with your rapid breathing, jiggling with each panicked inhale.

“Perfect big tiddy goth girlfriend proportions,” Veronica assesses.

00:22.79

The changes in your face FEEL more subtle, but Veronica’s güngören escort wide eyes tell you they’re dramatic. Your jawline softens, cheekbones become more pronounced. Your lips tingle and swell, darkening to a natural burgundy color without any makeup. Your eyelashes thicken and curl upward. Most disturbing is the sensation of your eye sockets subtly reshaping, making your eyes appear larger and more widely spaced.

“Oh my god, you’re actually going to be hot,” Veronica laughs, sounding almost surprised.

00:25.33

Your hair begins to tingle at the roots. The sensation travels upward as your brown hair darkens to jet black, the color change moving like a wave from roots to tips. Simultaneously, it seems to retract slightly, reshaping into an asymmetrical bob with heavy side-swept bangs.

“I specifically requested this haircut,” Veronica explains, reaching out to touch your new hair. “Very Emily the Strange meets Wednesday Addams. Super cute.”

00:27.91

Your ass and thighs transform with disturbing speed. It’s not just that they’re growing–it’s that your entire lower body is being remolded like wet clay. Fat cells multiply beneath your skin, creating a layer of soft padding that wasn’t there before. Your once muscular thighs–thighs that could power you through a 5K without breaking (much of) a sweat–dissolve into something pillowy and yielding.

The new weight distributes itself with alarming precision, following its determined-by-Veronica feminine blueprint.

“Oh my god,” you gasp as you feel your thighs literally spreading sideways, the skin stretching to accommodate new volume. Where they once had definition and separation, they now touch when your legs are together, creating a warm, constant pressure you’ve never experienced before. The hair on your legs literally retracts into your skin, leaving behind impossibly smooth, pale flesh that seems to glow under the bathroom lights.

Your ass expands with a sensation like being filled with warm liquid, tissue redistributing to create two perfect hemispheres. They’re so soft, so jiggly, so… present. You’ve gone from having an ass you barely thought about to having one that announces itself with every shift of your weight.

00:29.45

“Turn around,” Veronica commands, making a twirling motion with her finger. When you comply, she makes an appreciative sound. “Oh, perfect. The tattoo came out exactly right.”

“Tattoo?” Your voice is completely foreign now–higher, melodic, with a slightly husky quality.

“I’ll show you later. Keep turning–I want to see the whole package.”

00:31.08

The final changes are happening between your legs. Your cock has fully inverted now, the last of the shaft tissue reshaping to form the walls of your new vaginal canal. The head of your penis, once the proud centerpiece of your sexuality, has compressed into a tiny, hypersensitive nub–your new clitoris. It’s bizarre how something so much smaller can feel so much more intense. All those nerve endings, once spread across your entire glans, are now concentrated in a space no bigger than a pencil eraser.

What’s most shocking isn’t the absence of your penis, but what’s replaced it. You expected a simple slit, but what you have is a prominent mound–puffy and soft, with plump outer lips that protect the more delicate inner anatomy. It feels bizarrely vulnerable, this new opening into your body. There’s no hair anywhere–just smooth, pale skin that feels perpetually exposed.

“Spread your legs a little,” Veronica instructs, her voice clinical but eyes hungry.

You comply without thinking, still too shocked to resist, and feel a rush of cool air against your new anatomy.

“Perfect little pussy,” she assesses. “Puffy and pink. Very goth girl. Very fuckable. Not that you’ll be finding that out!”

Your cheeks burn at her casual appraisal.

00:35.59

The final changes sweep through your body like a wave. Your fingernails and toenails darken to match your lips–a natural black that looks like polished onyx. Your neck lengthens slightly, becoming more slender. Your shoulders narrow to childlike proportions, making your breasts look even larger in comparison. Your arms lose their remaining muscle definition, becoming soft and slender.

“Time!” Veronica announces as the timer hits 00:37.00. “Transformation complete.”

You try to stand upright but immediately wobble, your entire sense of balance completely fucked. Those massive tits–your massive tits–hang heavy on your chest, pulling you forward like twin pendulums. They don’t sit high and perky; they’re heavy teardrop-shaped SACKS OF FAT that droop slightly with their own considerable weight, swaying with even the slightest movement.

“Careful there, Morticia,” Veronica laughs, steadying you with a hand that now feels enormous against your smaller frame. “You’ve got to learn to balance with those milkers.”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” you gasp, but your voice comes merter escort out all wrong–breathy and high, with a slight rasp that somehow sounds perpetually aroused.

“Exactly what we agreed to,” Veronica says innocently. “I just picked a body type I thought would be fun for you.”

She guides you to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, and the sight that greets you is so shocking you actually stumble backward.

“Holy shit.”

The girl in the mirror is barely recognizable as you. She’s tiny–at least eight inches shorter than your male form–with skin so pale it’s almost translucent. Her jet-black asymmetrical bob frames a heart-shaped face with enormous green eyes and naturally dark, pouty lips. But it’s her body that’s truly shocking.

Those tits are fucking MASSIVE for her small frame–pale, heavy globes topped with areolae so large they cover nearly half of each breast. Your waist is impossibly narrow, flaring out to wide, childbearing hips and an ass that looks like it belongs in a rap video. The contrast is cartoonish, hyperfeminine to the point of parody.

“Turn around,” Veronica commands, spinning you to see your back.

That’s when you notice the first tattoo–positioned just above your ass in gothic script:

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“What the FUCK?” you sputter, trying to crane your neck to see it better. “You BRANDED me?”

Veronica shrugs, not even trying to hide her smug smile. “Just a little insurance policy. In case you decide to get… adventurous while I’m gone.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal!” Your new voice rises in pitch, making your outrage sound more like a whine.

“Neither was this,” she says, pointing to another tattoo–this one positioned on the underside of your left breast, only visible if you lifted it:

ALEX MERCER ON X-CHANGE EXPIRES 01/15 IF FOUND FUCKING AROUND CALL VERONICA

“Or this,” she continues, lifting your right arm to reveal a small gothic heart on your inner bicep with the words:

DADDY’S LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT

“Or my personal favorite,” she says, gently pushing your legs apart to reveal a tiny skull and crossbones tattooed on your inner thigh, just inches from your new pussy:

ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK GIRLFRIEND WILL CASTRATE TRESPASSERS

“You fucking vandalized me!” You try to sound angry, but your new voice makes it come out petulant.

“Relax,” Veronica says, rolling her eyes. “They’re part of the transformation. They’ll disappear when you change back. I just thought they’d be a good reminder of who you belong to.” She traces the tattoo above your ass with one finger. “Besides, they’re kind of hot.”

“I hate this,” you mutter, but even as you say it, you can’t stop staring at your reflection. The girl in the mirror is undeniably hot–exactly the type you’d have fantasized about before. The irony isn’t lost on you.

“No, you don’t,” Veronica says confidently. “You’re just in shock. By tomorrow, you’ll be having fun playing with those big tits in the mirror.”

She reaches into her overnight bag and pulls out a small package. “Here, I got you something to sleep in.”

Veronica opens the package to reveal a black satin camisole with lace trim and matching shorts. The fabric is so thin it’s practically transparent.

“This is sleepwear?” you ask, taking the delicate garments.

“For a big tiddy goth girlfriend? Absolutely.” She smirks, towering over you now by several inches. “Need help putting them on?”

“I can dress myself,” you snap, but immediately fumble with the camisole, unsure which holes are for what.

“Sure you can,” Veronica laughs, taking it back. “Arms up.”

You reluctantly comply, raising your arms like a child. Veronica slides the silky fabric over your head, guiding it down over your massive new breasts. The sensation of satin against your nipples sends an electric shock through your entire body.

“Jesus!” you gasp.

“Sensitive, huh?” Veronica’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Just wait until you try to sleep on your stomach.”

She hands you the shorts, but you hesitate, not sure how you feel about having your girlfriend watch her boyfriend put on panties for the first time.

“Oh for god’s sake,” she sighs, kneeling down. “Step in.”

You place one foot, then the other into the leg holes. Veronica slowly draws the shorts up your legs, the satin cool against your new, impossibly smooth skin. As she pulls them over your ass, the fabric seems to disappear between your cheeks, swallowed by the pillowy flesh.

“These are too small,” you complain.

“No, that’s just how they fit on an ass like yours,” Veronica explains, adjusting the waistband.

The panties settle against your new pussy, the fabric pressing directly against your labia. The sensation is bizarrely intimate–a constant, gentle pressure against parts of you that didn’t exist an hour ago.

“So,” Veronica says, standing back to admire her handiwork. “What zeytinburnu escort do you think?”

You look down at yourself–what you can see of yourself, anyway, past the pale, heavy mounds of your breasts. The camisole does nothing to contain them; instead, they spill out from the sides and bottom, the fabric merely suggesting coverage rather than providing it.

“I think I look ridiculous,” you mutter.

“You look hot as fuck,” Veronica corrects. “But you know what would really complete the look?”

Before you can answer, her hand cracks against your ass with a sound like a gunshot. You yelp, more from surprise than pain, though the sting quickly blooms across your right cheek.

“What the hell?!” you protest, reaching back to rub the spot.

Veronica is doubled over laughing. “Holy shit! Look how red it got instantly!” She points to the mirror where, sure enough, a perfect handprint is visible on your pale ass, already turning bright red.

“That’s not funny,” you say, but your new voice makes it sound more pouty than angry.

“Oh, come on. You spanked me silly in the jacuzzi. I don’t even get to do it ONE TIME?” She’s still laughing, wiping tears from her eyes. “Your skin marks so easily now. It’s adorable.”

You glare at her, but it’s hard to maintain your anger when she looks so genuinely delighted. There’s something infectious about her joy, even if it’s at your expense.

“Look,” she says, finally composing herself. “I know this is a lot. But you’re going to be fine. You’ll have the whole apartment to yourself. You can game, code, read, watch shows–whatever you want.”

“What about Devon?” you ask, suddenly remembering your plans.

Veronica’s expression shifts subtly. “You really want Devon to see you like this? Your buddy who you bench press with? The guy who’s seen you shotgun beers and hit on bartenders?”

Your stomach drops as the reality hits you. Of course you can’t let Devon see you like this. The humiliation would be unbearable.

“I didn’t think so,” Veronica says, reading your expression. “Just tell him you’re sick. Or that I changed my mind and you’re coming with me.”

“So I’m just supposed to stay locked in the apartment for two weeks?” Your voice rises indignantly.

“You can go out if you want,” Veronica shrugs. “But do you really want to learn how to walk in those hips while strangers stare at your tits? Do you want to figure out how to pee sitting down in a public restroom?”

She has a point, and you both know it.

“Besides,” she continues, digging in her overnight bag again, “I got you some entertainment.”

She pulls out a sleek black vibrator and tosses it on the bed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What? I’m being considerate.” She grins. “You’re going to get curious. Might as well have the right equipment.”

You sit heavily on the edge of the bed, your new ass creating way more cushioning than you’re used to. Your breasts settle into your lap, the weight of them pulling at your chest. They don’t sit high and perky like in porn; they’re heavy, pendulous things that move with a life of their own. When you shift, they wobble like pale, flesh-colored water balloons.

“I hate this,” you say again, but with less conviction.

Veronica sits beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. “No, you don’t. You’re just freaked out. But think about it–you get a two-week vacation from job hunting, complete with a brand new body to explore. Most people would pay thousands for that experience.”

“Most people aren’t being forced into it by their control-freak girlfriends,” you mutter.

“Excuse me?” Veronica’s eyebrow arches dangerously.

“Sorry,” you sigh, too exhausted to fight. “I just… this is a lot.”

Her expression softens. She reaches out to brush your new bangs from your eyes, the gesture unexpectedly tender.

“I know, baby. But it’s just two weeks. And when I get back…” her voice drops to that husky register that always makes your pulse race, “…we can have some very fun girl-on-girl time before you change back.”

Your eyes widen. “You’d do that?”

“Of course. I’m not really into girls, but it’s you.” She winks. “We can even use a strap-on or something. Though let’s be real, it’s more likely I’ll be wearing it. You’re DEFINITELY a bottom in that body!”

Despite everything, you feel a flutter of arousal at the thought. It’s confusing.

“And after you change back,” she continues, “you can hate-fuck me all you want. I’ll even wear those slutty costumes you’ve been hinting at.” She leans in close. “But only if you’re good while I’m gone.”

“Define ‘good,'” you say cautiously.

“Don’t cheat on me, obviously. Don’t do anything that would embarrass me.” She taps the tattoo on your inner thigh. “Remember, anyone who sees this will know exactly who to call.”

“Like I’d let anyone see me naked like this,” you scoff.

“Good,” she says, satisfied. “Then we’re on the same page.”

She stands and begins her nightly routine–removing makeup, applying various creams and serums. You watch her, struck by how normal she seems while your entire existence has been turned upside down.

“Are you all packed for your trip?” you ask, desperate for any conversation that doesn’t involve your transformation.

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A low, drumbeat bassline broke the silence of the farm, early on a Saturday morning. Fuzzy, distorted guitar joined the drums, and a growling vocal line followed soon afterwards.

“Jev, you said you were gonna turn off the alarm so we could sleep in.” Cydwen’s voice was groggy and filled with sleep.

Jev reached over to his phone but found it silent. “‘S not mine. Isn’t that your ringtone?”

Cyd growled, picking up her phone from the nightstand, her face contorting into a frown when she saw the caller ID. She swiped the flashing bubble to answer, her voice thick with sleep. “Tori, it’s six in the morning on a Saturday. If this isn’t vitally important, my cousin is going to have to find a new husband.”

Tori’s laughter filled the line. “Sorry, Cyd. It’s just a little time sensitive. I need to speak to Jev. Could I get his number?”

She sighed deeply. “Hold on. I’ve got him here.”

Jev grabbed the phone, holding it to his ear as he groggily rubbed sleep from his eyes. “‘Lo?”

Cyd laid her head back down on the pillow, and it looked as though she was going to try to fall back asleep, but then Jev felt her hand tickle his thigh and then gently grip his cock, stroking it slowly. A mischievous grin slid across her face.

“Hey, Jev. Sorry to wake you.”

Jev yawned, trying to push the sensations below the bedsheets out of his mind. “‘S no problem. What can I do for you?”

Jev could hear Tori smiling on the other end of the line. “So, anyway, Kinnidh’s caught a bit of a stomach bug.” Cyd’s grin grew, and she disappeared beneath the bed sheets. A few moments later, he felt her warm breath on his skin, her lips gently touching his cock in a kiss, “Anyway, we’ve got tickets to the Catapults game this morning in Severna. You up for it?”

Cyd had him fully in her mouth now. He swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady. “The, uh… Catapults? Yeah, that… That sounds great.”

Jev had hoped that that would be it, but Tori kept speaking. “Yeah, I’ve also got a coworker joining us for the game, so you’ll get to meet him, too. Great guy, you’ll like him.”

Cyd was pulling out all the stops, the blanket that covered them lifting and falling as she eagerly sucked at him with all of her skill. He knew her goal was to try to get him to blow while Tori was still on the line, and she was putting all of her not-inconsiderable talent to the job. Jev tried to keep any indication of what was happening out of his voice. “Mmmhmm… Sounds great.”

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip before aggressively dropping back down. Her hands gently kneaded and toyed with his balls, another layer of sensation to drive him mad. And somehow Tori was still talking. “We’ve got the Catapults playing the Ranho City Pumas, and they’re not doing well this year at all, so we’ve got a good chance to take a win today.”

Jev switched the phone to his other hand, resting his now-free hand on the blanket where Cyd’s head kept rising and falling, hoping to guide her pace, but she continued eagerly at her own speed. Jev realised that Tori was silent, waiting for a reply. “Yeah, no, that sounds fantastic.”

There was a pause on the line from the other end. “You okay, man? You’re sounding a little weird.”

For a moment he considered telling Tori exactly what was going on, but he just didn’t know Cyd’s cousin-in-law that well and wasn’t sure if it would make things awkward. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady despite Cyd’s relentless distraction. “Yeah, it’s just… Y’know… Still waking up. You know how it is.”

He chuckled weakly, hoping the lie wasn’t too obvious. If Tori had his suspicions, though, he hid them well. “Fair enough. Look, I’ll be out there around seven or so to pick you up, so grab yourself a coffee or a shower to wake up before then. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh… Yep. Perfect.” Jev’s voice broke slightly as Cyd buried herself as deeply as she could, the head of his cock entering her throat. Her fingers scratched down his stomach, as his balls boiled for release.

“Excellent. See you in an hour and a bit.” Tori’s voice still held that cheerful clueless edge, still oblivious—wilfully or otherwise—about Jev’s predicament.

“See you then.” Jev didn’t wait to see if Tori had anything else to say. He hit the end call button and dropped back onto the pillow with a groan. Both hands gripped Cyd’s head, forcing her to stay on his cock as he finally allowed himself to release. She eagerly swallowed his cum as he kept her in place until he was emptied.

She emerged from the blanket, hair standing wildly on end from the static, with a grin like the cat that ate the canary. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and victory. “Not bad. Didn’t break under pressure.”

Jev grunted, shaking his head playfully. “Gods, you’re a bitch.”

Undeterred, she pressed her body tight against him again, cuddling tight against his bare chest. “If you didn’t want a bitch, then you shouldn’t have started dating a werewolf.”

He stroked her mecidiyeköy escort hair as she lay against him. “One day, I have this dream that you’ll let me speak on the phone without disruption.”

She chuckled slightly without looking at him, enjoying the sensation of him touching her. “Didn’t sound like you were complaining too loudly when you gave me a protein smoothie for breakfast.”

He growled playfully and shoved her off of him so he could get up. He quickly copied Tori’s contact from Cyd’s phone and then got some fresh clothing. “I’m gonna shower. You coming?”

Cyd sprawled out in the bed gleefully. “You kidding? It’s 6 o’clock on a Saturday. I have no plans to leave this bed for at least another four hours. At least.” She wrapped her arms around the pillow and buried her head deeply into it. “Honestly, the fact that you’re getting up this early on the weekend for a game… Speaks to some deeply flawed moral character on your part, I’m sure.”

He grunted. “Well, I’ve gotta get some guy time in while I can. It’s four women to one around here. I love you all, but you can’t be my entire social circle.”

She waved him away, dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… You’ve made your choice. Go hang out in testosteroneville for the morning. Just remember Dione’s got designs on you for tonight, too.”

He nodded as he sneaked out the door. “Should only be a few hours. No worries. I’ll be home before you know it.”

Jev readied himself for Tori’s arrival, showering, grabbing his morning coffee and getting dressed. He had yet to grab any large, wearable merchandise for the Severna Catapults, all of his jerseys and T-shirts being for the Balisport Blaze, his hometown team. He went instead for a blue T-shirt and jeans, blue being the colour of the Catapults, and he made sure to wear his hat, the lone piece of ‘Pults merch he owned. He had one of Riva’s mother’s firefruit pastries with his coffee for breakfast, taking them on the porch, and was ready to go as soon as Tori pulled up.

A black sports cart hovered down the entryway to Jev’s property, not from the side of the bridge out to Valsa, but the small pathway that led beside the barn and out to the main road by Riva’s family farm. The sleek, black vehicle hung tight to the ground, four, precisely-cut, faceted crystals spinning lazily to keep the vehicle just above the road surface. Tori, sitting within, waved to Jev, and motioned for him to head to the other door. The cart whooshed quietly as it sat idle with the sound of a moderate wind, and Jev took a seat on the passenger side.

Inside, the cart was no less impressive. Leather seats in a chocolate brown colour offset the dark moulded vinyl of the dash console. The driver’s display projected onto the windscreen, and the controls were minimal. The cart wasn’t just transportation. It was an artistic blend of magic and vehicular engineering that spoke of high speeds and comfortable transportation.

“You’re a brave man, taking a fancy cart like this down the backroads.” Jev pulled his shoulder belt across his body. “One good rock and you’d shatter one of those fancy lev-crystals.”

Tori grinned unapologetically. “Sure, but coming in through Valsa you’re stuck on little country roads the whole way. This way I got to take her out onto the N-5, get a chance to open her up a bit.”

Jev indicated for Tori to drive around the house to take the same exit out. He guided the cart around with little difficulty, soon bringing them out onto the rough dirt road. Tori looked a little like Cyd, with a dark complexion and chiselled good looks, despite not being related to her by blood. He and Jev had only met once, at the big pack get-together shortly after Jev had gotten to Emmarine, but they’d gotten along well, and as of that evening, were also packmates, making him the next best thing to family.

“So, how’s the farm business treating you?”

Jev chuckled a little and shrugged. “I put seeds in the ground and now I have plants. Somehow, despite all odds I haven’t yet managed to kill it all, either, so I think that counts as ‘better than expected.’ With Dione’s help we’re probably going to get two harvests in, so hopefully the weather stays good. Wouldn’t mind some rain.”

Tori grinned, sparing a second from looking at the road to check over Jev approvingly. “Well, look at you. Couple months in and you’re already wanting to ruin our lovely, sunny summer with some rain. You really are becoming a farmer.”

Jev shrugged. “I’m only entitled to draw so much from the creek, and that won’t do me much good if it dries up in a drought or something. I’m not used to having so much riding on things outside of my control.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that creek.” Tori waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fed by a bunch of natural springs from a big aquifer, and the rock around here is mostly limestone and sandstone, allowing for a lot of what we call ‘bank storage’ of the water. Basically, you can imagine the riverbanks are like giant sponges, nişantaşı escort soaking up water, and able to pour it back out when the river gets low.”

Tori’s expertise as a geotechnical engineer was on full display, which made Jev feel subtly better about the state of his irrigation system, at least. Tori had something else on his mind, however.

“So… You and Cyd are getting serious, huh?” He shoulder-checked and merged the cart into the next lane, “I mean, it was pretty obvious she’d been spending the night from time to time last time we came by, but I think this is a new record for one of her relationships.”

Jev nodded. “I guess. I mean, I certainly haven’t got any complaints. Cyd doesn’t talk much about her exes, so I’ve just assumed there wasn’t a lot to say.”

Tori advanced the music to skip the song that was playing. “Being a werewolf can be… a lot. A lot of us choose to stick to dating our own kind just to keep someone around that understands that. Forceful personalities, wild impulses… A tendency to act first and think later. Sometimes, especially around the full moon, it’s a bit like having a manic episode.”

“I can see how that could be an issue.” Jev nodded thoughtfully, then laughed. “Suppose that explains why I woke up at 2 am to Cyd indulging in some very fresh venison in her kitchen last month.”

This got Tori laughing, too. “Yeah, that’ll happen. There’s a good reason why werewolves don’t usually live in the cities. When the need to hunt takes you, it’s way better to find a rabbit or deer or something than to be chasing cars. Apparently they have a gym in Severna with a lure like they use in greyhound racing for people who need to indulge, but I don’t know about that, man…”

“Well, maybe just being on the farm is good. She can run herself out when she needs to, there’s plenty of space for that. But she’s also just happy to cuddle on the couch or, well, curl up and sleep too.”

Tori nodded. “Being socially relaxed is part of the wolf life too, don’t forget. When the pack got together, you notice how many of us were cuddled up around the fire? That really pissed off one of Cyd’s boyfriends once. Don’t remember his name, but he apparently didn’t much like seeing Cyd all cuddly with the pack. Real dickhead.”

He took his eyes briefly off the road to examine Jev, his expression remaining light but taking on an edge of seriousness. “You seem to be a decent guy. I’m not going to go all ‘protective cousin’ on you, especially since you’re part of the pack. I think you’re a better fit than the other idiots she’s gotten together with, which is saying something for a city boy from Garnaca. Just don’t let her burn you out.”

Jev laughed. “No worries there, at least for now. I may need to invest in a big chest freezer in the barn, though. And maybe take up butchering courses…”

The two of them shared a laugh as the cart sped down the highway towards Severna.

***

The Severna Coliseum was a large, squat cylinder of a building located on the far north side of the city, a part of town that Jev had yet to visit. Nestled against the base of the slope that limited how far north the city could grow, it felt strangely out of place—a large, domed-roofed stadium with a wall of green grass rising behind it, while above, Jev could see the movement of carts driving the road that followed the ridgeline. GemLifts whirred past on monorail tracks leading into the stadium’s base. Eager fans in blue jerseys milled in the parking lot, which was unusually small by Garnacan standards, but sufficient for Tori to find a space to park without much difficulty.

Tori got out, giving the parking lot a once-over, then checked his phone to see if there were any pending messages. “Now, where is that little haemorrhoid…?”

Jev exited the cart, looking around. It felt unusual to be at a majeball game so early in the day, it tended to be the kind of game you’d watch in the late afternoon or evening back home. However, despite the game having originated in Emmarine, the Professional Majeball League was created in Garnaca, where they made it popular, not to mention lucrative. With 35 teams across the Eastern Continent, and only one of them in Severna as a concession to the game’s origins, the Catapults were actually based in Fort Ampstead, the footage projected live to Severna so the Eastern teams didn’t have to make an intercontinental flight every time Severna had a home game.

Tori jerked his head, indicating for Jev to follow, as he tapped something out on his phone and headed towards the main doors. “Mac’s inside waiting for us.”

Jev followed, and the two of them cleared security to emerge into the main lobby. The brutalist structure of the arena was lined with moulded concrete details, and even the floor was polished concrete. As they finally cleared through the entry crowds, the smallest, hairiest guy that Jev had ever seen approached them. He was barely a metre tall, wearing a blue Catapults şişli escort jersey almost like a dress. His dark brown, medium-length hair streaked with grey was somehow combed and dishevelled at the same time, and almost every feature of his face except large, dark eyes and a large hawkish nose was obscured under a bushy beard, moustache, or eyebrows.

“Tori!” He turned to hug Jev around his knees, then turned to Tori. “And Kinnidh! You’ve dyed your hair! And you got real ugly!”

Tori laughed, accepting the joke in good humour. “I’d say the same to you, ya hairball, but thankfully you’ve saved us all from having to see your face by covering it all with beard.” He motioned to Jev, “This is my packmate Jev. Kin’s sick and couldn’t make it, so since Jev’s new in town and a fan of majeball I figured he’d be interested in seeing how the game is really played. Jev, this is Mac”

Jev extended his hand and the tiny man shook it. “New to Severna, eh? Where ya from, then?”

“Balisport, Garnaca.”

Mac’s eyes lit up with interest, the little skin that Jev could see crinkling at the corner of his eyes “Balisport, huh? Beautiful city. Great place to visit—if you enjoy traffic, bad nektara, and pretending the smog is ‘just a little morning mist.'” He hiked his thumb towards Tori, “So that must mean you’re not part of the fur brigade then? That’s good, I can use a hand to keep him from trying to chase the ball. So, you a Blaze fan, then?”

Jev found himself grinning at the little man’s rapid-fire delivery. He flicked the brim of his Catapults hat. “Guilty as charged. But I’m all in on the ‘Pults today.”

Mac grinned back, as much as he could beneath the beard. “Better be. I expect you to keep up with me after all. Don’t let my size fool ya—I’m the loudest guy in the building, except for maybe Tori when he sees the mailman come up the lane.”

Tori groaned. “Dark gods below, Mac, you’re not gonna start this already, are you?”

The hairy little man winked at Jev. “You know me… Domovoi. Comes with the territory.”

The three of them headed towards the concourse, full of fans in blue milling around while others walked in streams through the halls to find concessions or their seats. Jev was relieved to see that the majority of the concessions were similar to back home, though among the hot dogs, burgers, popcorn and beers, there were also bowls of fruit with rice porridge, egg and rice bowls, and coffee. Jev excused himself to buy a jersey, wincing internally at the 200 Theal price tag, but with Tori and Mac in full colours, he couldn’t bring himself to be the odd man out. He ripped the tags off and slipped it on, rejoining Tori and Mac now in proper colours.

They found their way to their seats, decently close to the field along the three-quarter line. Players were already out on the field, warming up, the blue of Severna contrasted sharply against the yellow traditionally worn by the visiting team. Only the slight mismatch in shadows and lighting between the players and the field around them revealed that the players were not actually in front of them, but were illusory projections from the other side of the planet.

Mac hopped up onto the seat. Jev grinned. “So, want a booster seat, or do you need to sit on my lap?”

The domovoi laughed heartily. “Ha! You should be so lucky!” Gripping the seat back, he unlatched a pair of clips from the side and lifted the bottom of the seat back up into another, higher seat which locked in place with mechanical arms. He clambered up on his new, higher seat, and settled in, still shorter than Jev or Tori, but plenty high enough to see the action.

Jev raised an eyebrow, impressed. “That’s actually kinda brilliant.”

Tori chuckled. “Welcome to Emmarine…”

Mac adjusted the armrests to a new, higher position, and tapped them proudly as they locked into place. The three discussed majeball as they waited for the game to start. Even though the game wasn’t a particularly important one, the atmosphere in the Coliseum was electric, and Jev could feel himself being drawn into the energy of the crowd. A low buzz of conversation rumbled through the audience.

Generally, back home, the stadium was full of Blaze fans, but it wasn’t uncommon for a few of the rival team fans to show up, often grouped together in small sections. There was no such thing here. The audience wore blue, and those few who didn’t were just in casual street clothes. The unity was almost unnerving in its intensity.

Tori leaned forward to catch his attention. “So, what do you think? Much different from back home?”

“Well, of course it is,” Mac interjected before Jev could answer, “the people here have better taste in majeball teams, for one.”

Jev laughed. “It’s strange to say, but the adverts feel weirder than anything else. I’m used to seeing the Blaze’s sponsors. Balisport Credit and Loan, Sondex, Ciserla Brewing… Your wallboards are all the wrong colours here.

Mac gave a wink. “That’s how you know the Blaze are a great team. The fans are reading the ads on the boards rather than watching them play.”

The lights dimmed on the audience while rising on the field, and the Catapults’ logo was projected onto the field, spinning across the turf. A deafeningly loud announcement roared through the arena from loudspeakers overhead.

A Coward’s Reward

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Fear was clawing at him, like a hungry wolf clawed at the door. Marinus Brutus was the first to admit he was no hero. He enlisted in the Steelhelms because it was a nice extra pay at the end of the month and an excuse to get out of a shift out of the mines. He never expected to see battle. And yet here he was, on the silver fields miles away from the safe city walls of Deatholme. He shivered as a cold wind ran through him like a dagger, he wore a leather cuirass beneath his silver breastplate and still it did nothing for the cold. His purple cloak waved behind like the banner above his head. He saw the bronze dragon head roaring on a purple field, as if in defiance to all those who would dare oppose the great city. If it was meant to inspire courage, it failed its duty. At least in Marinus’ case.

For the fifteenth time he wished he was back home, back in bed with his wife Nadja or Helga.

By Sigmar he didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to Nadja that morning when he got dragged out from the street…

The ground shook beneath his feet like a rampaging gargant was raging beneath them.

“Finally.” the veteran-sergeant spat on the floor. She was a hard woman, tall and pale like most of the other in the regiment with short silver hair, she could almost pass for human were it not for her pointy aelven ears. Her face had a dark beauty to it, hardened by war. Still, he would never attempt to bed her, he knew she was not the type to like his flowery words that seduced others so easily. Moira Valencia Dimetria was a half-aelf and a veteran of many wars. She led battles against the ratmen, nighthaunt and even the odd greenskin raid. She had fought it all and won. The same could not be said of her regiment which always seemed to suffer the harshest of casualties. The Poor Bastards, they were called. Always placed in the vanguard of any engagement.

She picked up her helmet that hung from the pommel of her blade that was embedded on the ground and placed it on her head.” Was wondering when the duardin would do their job. Alright boys and girls, get ready. We got ratmen coming for us in three minutes, make your prayers to whomever quick, we got work to do.” She gave a nod to the trumpeter who quickly blew out the ready tune. A tune that was picked up too the other regiments besides them.

“Oh shit, it’s real now…” Tristan said. His friend breathed a long sigh, a long lanky fellow with sunken eyes. “No going back now. Why did you drag me into this?”

“We could use the pay.” Marinius said.

“You use half of that pay to bribe me to lie to Nadja about where you go at night shifts. Does she even know you’ve enlisted?”

“No and you haven’t stopped taking my bribes so don’t act like you’re a Sigmarite priest.” he glared.

Tristan snorted and did not reply, letting the matter be. This was his first battle as well and it showed. He tried to control the shaking but failed. A few soldiers in their regiments likewise showed similar mannerisms.

“Ready arms!” Moira cried.

Marinus saw his own regiment ready their swords and shields, some muttering a prayer to Sigmar, others to Lauchon the Soulseeker while most stood ready with grim determination. Their regiment was quiet compared to their neighbours. The duardin were singing in their native tongue of khazalid, their armour completely silver save for their short purple cloaks and golden bands which hung in their beards. They all had massive warhammers which were nearly their size. Before them walked a younger-looking duardin with a copper-like beard. He wore armour like his compatriots save for the small banner that seemed to extend from his back which showed a similar symbol of the bronze dragon surrounded with khazalid text. He was speaking out loud, his visage hidden behind a horned helmet. Prince Hadgar Durnison, the youngest son of the Duardin King and the only member of the royal family willing to fight alongside their human and aelven allies.

Marinus managed to pick up a few words he learnt of Helga and other duardin women he bedded.

“Brothers of the deep! Children of rock and stone!” Prince Hadgar cried as he walked past his line. He began to thumb his chest with his free hand as his right held his own smaller warhammer over his shoulder.

“Uzkular! Uzkular!” the duardin warriors cried.

“Hammers in the dark! Breakers of earth!” He began to thumb his chest harder, a motion some of the duardin warriors began to enact as well.

“Uzkular! Uzkular!” they cried.

“The raki have come to die!” He turned to face his men; his thumbs became full of punches on his own plated chest.” WHAT WILL BE THE LAST THING THEY HEAR?!”

“UZKULAR! UZKULAR! UZKULAR!” A sound of fury and steel answered their prince.

“Duardin…” Tristan next to Marinus shook his head.” Always so loud…”

“You’re telling me…” Marinus said, his mind going to Helga.

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It was early in the morning when he awoke next to her, his duardin lover. Or rather she woke him by giving him a shove. She was a boxom beauty, long bronze hair, breasts the size of water-melons that tasted like the sweetest of fruits and had the etiler escort curviest of hips. Freckles were beneath her blue eyes that glistened like diamonds. She looked at him with need.

“My husband will be back in an hour from his shift; you need to shove off quick.”

“Alright, alright…” Marinus yawned.” Morning to you as well…” He stretched, unwilling to leave the warm bed not quite yet. It was bigger than his own bed back on the surface, as was the house. Joys of being a mining overseer in the Death Hole. The house was located on the top circle of the inhabited side of the pit, only one lift ride away from the surface.

“I’m not joking, Marinus. You got to go, now.” Helga said.” He will kill you if he finds you here.”

“In a moment.” Marinus said.” First breakfast.” Before Helga could reply he dove beneath the burgundy covers. Like a bone-kestrel who dove for prey, so too did Marinius lunge for between Helga’s legs. The duardin woman sighed with pleasure as his tongue found her diamond and began to lick it. She moaned, placing her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer, tugging at his black hair. His hands went to her hips and held on to them, a nice warmth in a realm surrounded by cold and death. She saw nothing but the vague shape of a head beneath her cover.

“Ah, yes…Valaya’s teats yes!” Helga arched her back as he continued his ministrations, her chest heaving with the sudden onset of pleasure. She closed her eyes, her breath coming faster and faster. His right hand left her hip on that side and moved to her teat. There, his thumb began to knead her nipple. He squeezed gently, moved it around as he remained focused on her diamond. Her arrival came close now, like a rampaging cavalier charge. Her screaming echoed through the thankfully soundproof walls. For her size she sounded like a gargant or the Denthir that lived deep beneath the pit.

“Mari…i’m coming…i’m…COMING!” She cried as she reached her pleasure that ran down her body like hot lava. Like a volcano it exploded and washed her human’s lover’s beard and face with her juices. She sighed heavily, a happy smile on her face. Her lover rose up, the cover slid off his head and back, his erect manhood aimed at her entrance. Sweat covered both their bodies, a scent mix of warmth and sex hung in the air. He placed his hands on opposites sides of her head, careful not to stand on her frazzled coppery long hair.

“Grugni’s hammer, I love that thing…” she smiled and nodded at Marinius. He did not wait long; he had a deadline after all. He plunged.

Helga gasped as her human lover entered her fully, his entrance aided by his previous ministrations. He would normally start slow and build up but he had no time for that. She had her pleasure, now was his. With each thud of flesh on flesh, Helga gasped and moaned. Each undulation a praise to one of the ancestor gods.

“Oh Grimnir, Oh Grugni, Oh Velaya! Yes Mari, YES!!!” she cried with each thrust. He kept thrusting inside her, grunting louder and louder as his own arrival was on the horizon. Her teats swing with each thrust, a mesmerizing sight that he had seen multiple times before but never could get enough of. Even his own wife’s breasts couldn’t hold his attention like Helga’s could. He did not feel any guilt for the betrayal; it had been months since they shared a bed together like this in fear of harming the babe that grew inside of her. Utter nonsense of course but he would not pursue the issue, he did love Nadja enough not to argue with her. Instead Marinius would find his pleasures elsewhere, be it with a human or aelf or in this case, a duardin housewife whose husband did not spend enough time with. When the babe was born and Nadja was willing to sleep with him again, he could stop pretending to go on night shifts and sleep with his overseer’s wife.

The bed creaked beneath them with each thud, a constant banging on the wall. Her cries filled the house’s walls again.

With a last grunt he lunged one last time and unleashed his essence inside her. Ropes of his seed filled her womb in several spurts. He gave a few more thrusts to make sure he was fully emptied before he rolled off his lover.

“Praise Sigmar…” he panted.” That was good.”

“Aye…” she placed her arm over her forehead, her chest heaved.” You…came in me again. If I have a wee one and he knows it’s not his…”

“It’s fine…” Marinius said.” Worse come, I’ll do the right thing…”

As far as she knew, Marinus had no spouse. She never asked, he wouldn’t tell. The moment his child was born he’d be the dotting husband and Helga would be cast aside. She had more to lose than him. Until then, he’d enjoy her.

She turned to face him.” You will?”

He smirked.” Of course, I always rise to the occasion. They don’t accept cowards in the Steelhelm regiment.”

Helga laughed.” My soldier hero…”

He pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply, making use of the last thirty minutes. He’d taste her teats, ssuckle on them like a babe and when he’s stuff again, let her ride him like a cavalier on a steed. There was time left and he’d use every single second of it.

Tristan taksim escort would cover for him until then.

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The scruffy ratman lunged at him with a rusty blade. Marinius wailed as he smacked the blade thrust aside with his own and tried to stab at it. He could not run as he was but one body in a sea of bodies. The ground in front of the lines had exploded as hordes of ratmen climbed out of their tunnels to escape the horrors the duardin miners had unleashed to drive them out. The Deatholme forces lunged forward and began killing the ratmen en mass, but there were so many rats. Soo damn many. The Poor Bastards, as always, were the first in the fray along with Prince Hadgar’s honour guard and the Silver Blades. Deatholme steel met the ratmen infestation. Battle cries filled the air as blood sprayed, and limbs and heads flew. The Poor Bastards fought in the legion formation, being relieved every minute and moved to the pack of the regiment or replaced if killed. Like Tristan who got a sword in his gut and got it pulled out with the blade now pointed at his face. It had been only his turn for ten seconds.

“Die-die, manthing! DIE-DIE!” the creature who killed Tristan cried.

Marinius had no witty retort or a heroic reply, he just screamed and wished he could run. He was a miner for Sigmar’s sake! Basic training didn’t say how big they were! Or how awful they smelt! “You scream-cry like-like pig-swine!” the skaven swung at him with a rabid vigour. It was all bites and claws and feral nastiness. He tried to stab at the creature, forgetting all his training. The skaven blocked the strike and pushed it aside, Marinius’ sword flew out of his hand.

“Sigmar no!” Marinius cried and tried to flee but instead backed up against someone. He looked back and saw it was another steelhelm like him who frowned at his panic. He pushed him aside and tried to rush past the others behind him.

“Brutus!” He heard Moira cry out.” Get back in formation! BRUTUS YOU COWARD!” But it was to late.

The hole he left behind was eagerly taken advantage off. Like a dam it began with one hole as a skaven filled in and slew the man behind Marinius. Then three more piled in, breaking apart the shield wall. His fellow soldiers no longer attempted to stop Marinius as he ran past them as they attempted to stop the wall from breaking completely.

Marinius broke past his regiment and ran, the scene before him complete chaos.

Cavaliers on horseback charged past him into a rat swarm that began to pile over the steel wall. Steel and horse muscle clashed into rathide and badly made armour as they hacked and stomped into it. The line began to fall back in an attempt to regroup as the bannerman began to wave to rally. He heard the trumpet call which called for the rally but he kept running. He couldn’t die, not like Tristan! He had to get back home to his wife! Back to Nadja!

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He had just arrived home. The lift from the pit to the surface always scared him. When he was in the mines, you couldn’t see the pitch blackness of the pity that seemed to stretch forever and ever. A large hole that could fit a whole city, a gaping blackness that would swallow everyone whole. And yet the duardin made their homes here, having carved their homes, shops, mines and even fungi farms inside the aperture that surrounded the hole. Inside the duardin homes and even the mines where Marinius worked it wasn’t too bad as the hole was nowhere to be seen but on the major promenade if you glanced over the safety wall, or the lift upwards to the surface…it was the stuff of nightmares.

It was a world of difference once he reached the surface along with other commuters, from the nicely carved streets, braziers alit and statues of the aperture to the city outside of the hole. Deatholme was like any other city of Sigmar he was told. As he stepped out of the elevator threshold he was greeted by the sounds of pedestrians going about their business, a distant bell chime from the church of Sigmar and the sounds of the common tongue, aelfish and khazalid. Humans, aelfs and duardin walked and talked amongst themselves in a city that was about two centuries old.

Paved roads which were hastily made, buildings that ranged from decent to ramshackle the further you moved away from the hole. Marinius lived far away from the hole. It took him a good hour before he arrived at his home, a large apartment building of which one space of three rooms was his and Nadja’s.

He walked up three flights of stairs before he reached his floor. He reached for his key and opened it.

“Marinius, is that you?!” a voice cried out for him.

“Yes, it is, Nadja!” he replied as he entered their little space in the city. It was a cozy home, almost pauper compared to the richly lavished home he had spent the night. Nadja was in the kitchen, her long black hair tied back as she wore an apron. He could smell bacon and eggs. She had a darker shade of colour to his, she was of Aqshy the realm of fire. How and why she ended up in Shyish was beyond Marinius fatih escort and it was the one thing she forbade him to ask her about. She was like a candle in a dark room. Small but warm, bringing light to a bleak and cold world. When she turned and smiled at him, he couldn’t help but smile back.

He moved in and kissed her deeply, kissing her with the same lips he had used to make love to another woman. He wrapped him arms around her, enjoying the moment.

“How was your shift?” she asked after they had let go and began serving the food unto two plates.

“Same as usual. Boring…” he lied and sat down in the chair.

“I wish you would stop taking those extra shifts, Marinius. You’re working a lot of hours for little money.” she dished out the scrambled eggs with bacon.” It’s not like we’re struggling.”

“Just building a bit of capital, love.” he smiled.” And it won’t be for long. When the little one is here, I’ll be around more often.”

“I suppose…” Nadja replied and sat down on her end of the small table. They ate in silence for a moment; nothing was heard but the sound of cutlery on plates…and the sound of that damn bell still. It wasn’t the alarm bell, this one was duller, heavier.

“So… I spoke with Nerisa last night.” she began. Marinius’ heart stopped for a moment. His mind went back to two years prior when the Ghyran woman was his lover. He often took her like a hound in heat in this very appartment. The sound of her sqeals with every thrust, his pelvis hitting her tanned buttocks and the unleashing of his seed inside her. He never did quite understand why she broke up with him and went with that son of an orruk, Titus.

“What about her?” Marinius sighed.

“She said you punched Titus again last night, Marinius.” she glared.

“He was insulting you, Nadja!” he placed his cutlery down.” He called you a mudblood! I couldn’t let that stand! You know how these outsiders are!”

“Outsiders?” she raised her brow.

“Nadja-“

“I am an outsider, Marinius. It’s not because we’re married, I stopped being from Hammerhall as well.” she used that name uneasily, like it was a realm of dread. Who would trade a realm of fire for one where the sky was gray or pitch black and filled with dead stars? The bell was still chiming.

“We agreed not to talk about that at all, so why does it matter if I beat up this bastard who has it coming?”

“Because he is a bastard who doesn’t deserve the time of day and you should be able to ignore him.”

“I don’t know how things were done in Hammerhall but over here if someone disrespects you or your woman, you beat the snot out of them!” The bell still chimed. “Why is that bell still going?!”

“Don’t bullshit me Marinius Brutus, that is a lie! If you beat someone up, the guard get called in! What will our wee one think about his father being in jail?!”

“Why is it every time we have an argument you bring the wee one into this! It’s like your shield!”

“Because at this point, I have to do the thinking for the three of us!” she snapped. The bell STILL kept going.

“What in the name of Sigmar is going on with that bell?!”

“What bell?!” Nadja cried frustrated.

There was a knock on the door. Marinius blinked as did Nadja, both their anger replaced with confusion.

“Are we expecting anyone?” he asked.

“No, we paid up for the month and Marla from next door left for Lethis yesterday.” Nadja replied. Another banging on the door.

Marinius stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and was greeted by two city guards, a pale human woman and an dark skinned aelf male. “Marinius Brutus?” the aelf asked.

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you hear the bell? You’ve been called.” He said as he took a neutral stance.

He blinked.” What? Call for what?”

The female guard ‘s face was impassiv, as if she had faced this scenario several times already today. Probably did. ” When you signed up for the Freeguild you signed that when the bell was called you would muster to the Freeguild Barracks. It’s been ringing for two hours. If you refuse to come with us we will have to arrest, you.”

“Marinius? What is she talking about?” Nadja asked.

“N-nothing, just a misunderstanding…” he lied.” I’ll go sort this out in the barracks. Back in a minute.”

The last thing he heard was Nadja calling his name as he closed the door behind him.

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The ground met him as he tripped over the corpse of a felow steelhelm, cut in half from the navel. Cold mud and silver dirt smashed in his face. He spat out the dust as he crawled back up to his knees. The ground thundered beneath him as more men rushed past. Everywhere he looked his own side and ratmen fought and died. A group of aelven knights on purple skinned lizard-like creatures charged towards him, swords and jousts aimed before them. Marinius stared at the creatures running towards him. They had dark purple skin aside from some blue scales dotted across their hides. Despite their bipedal nature they ran as fast as any steed, their front paws crouched and ready to strike like vipers, rows of sharp teeth greeted him as the beasts foamed at the mouth, their blue cold eyes hungered for blood. In the distant part of his brain he recognised what these things were. The offspring of the Denthir, tamed by the darkling aelves. Funny, he thought they’d be bronze like their sire instead of purple.