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First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven’t read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things…

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“Tilley, its Josh, are you there?”

“Josh, is it really you?” Tilley sounded excited to hear from me, and I thought that was a first.

Tilley was my 2IC, and professionally she absolutely deserved the role. She was a damn good leader, and her understanding of military strategy was second to none. Socially Tilley really didn’t like me or my lifestyle, and she had spent her entire first interview telling me so. She was quite stunned when she was brought back for a second interview, and at that time I told her she needed to concentrate on the job, not the reputation of the person in command. We found out we could work together professionally, but I knew it still grated with her that I was fucking so many of the women on base.

“The one and only,” I replied, and I grinned.

“How are you? Where are you? Damn it Josh, we thought you were dead.”

“Slow down Tilley,” I said, smiling. “How am I? Pretty darn good for a guy who has just entered the atmosphere in a flight suit. Where am I? Just over a day from Miami on a private yacht, and no, as far as I can tell I am not dead.”

“Definitely not dead,” Sammy muttered in the background.

“Tilley,” I said quickly before she could think of more questions, “what’s the situation with the YW’s, and is there any word from Neale?”

“All of the YW’s in our city have retreated to a shopping centre at the moment. We think there are about a hundred of them left. They have one aircraft there, but haven’t used it for a couple of days. They are not attacking us at all any more, but will still kill in defence if they can. In other cities the situation is similar, except for the aircraft.”

“Uh huh,” I really wanted to hear how that had come about, but I knew I would catch up soon and I wanted to be able to ask questions that shouldn’t be asked over a communicator, no matter how certain we were that the YW’s weren’t listening any more.

“There’s been no word from Neale, but both of your missions were successful. We were really worried about both of you. Damn it Josh, it was a really stupid idea but it saved us.” I was really worried about Neale too, but there would be time to do more about that later.

“What’s next, and can it wait for me?” I asked, still not wanting to be too specific.

“Got some plans,” Tilley said, “when can you get back?”

“How soon can you get a hoverjet out here?” I asked, and I gave her our coordinates, heading and speed.

“Sixty to ninety?” she said.

“Sounds good,” I replied, “let me know when they are ten away and I’ll dive and we will make it a sea pickup.”

“OK Josh, and it really is good to have you back.” Tilley disconnected.

“We’ve got what, an hour?” Sammy asked suggestively.

“I’m just going to the head,” Wasme muttered with a wry grin, “I’ll be quite a while.”

“Thanks Wasme, for everything,” I said, “and if ever you need a favour I owe you one.” She nodded, raised an eyebrow suggestively at Sammy, smiled warmly at me and left. I liked Wasme. A lot.

The pickup by the hoverjet went as planned, and in less than three hours I was back at Hinchlet and in a dry uniform. There was absolutely no indication any more of how badly injured I had been just hours earlier.

“So,” I said to Tilley as we sat at the meeting table in my office, “how did we get to where we are?”

“By accident really,” Tilley said grinning wryly, “it was your friend Keisha.”

“Keisha?” I was confused, even though she was living with me and we had talked seriously about it, she still hadn’t re-joined the Intergalactic Navy. So she shouldn’t have been involved at all.

“Yes Josh,” Tilley said, “I know it’s strange, but she went to talk to the first survivor, and he, er, recognised her.

“Oh damn.” I said. Because my experience had been different I had just assumed the YW’s had stopped using the Keisha experience on their captives. They obviously hadn’t.

“Yes,” Tilley agreed, “she was very upset and decided to do something about it. She went and bought a Freidrich Lightning from a military antique shop.”

“You can still get them?” I asked in wonder. The Freidrich Lightning had been the American weapon of choice in the early stages of the third world war. It was the last mass production gunpowder and projectile combination before the invention of energy weapons, and it had been cutting edge back in the day.

“Yes, apparently all the re-enactment societies still want them, so there is quite a market. Anyway, there is no restriction on sale because the blockers on the general population mean they can’t use them to cause harm to people.”

“How did she know how to use it?” I asked, and Tilley grinned.

‘Keisha told me there was simulator on the Mayflower,” Tilley said, and a vague memory stirred. I had heard about it at the time, but escort bayan şirinevler I hadn’t tried it myself. “Apparently, Keisha spent a lot time in it, and it was very realistic. She told me that the simulator weapons are exactly the same as using the real thing.”

I nodded.

“So anyway, Keisha snapped and decided to try and take out a YW as personal revenge,” Tilley continued. “She found a group of three and she winged one with her first shot. Because it was in pain the others were disabled and she took out all three before they could retaliate.”

“Wow,” I said, impressed, but also wondering why we hadn’t thought to try that earlier. In our frantic hunt for new weapons we had totally ignored the potential of the old ones.

“Yes, so she got on to Bira straight away and told her. We commandeered every Freidrich Lightning we could find yesterday, and enlisted every person who could use one, and then we sent them all out hunting. Our people hit the streets just after you and Neale took out the mother ships, and all of the YW’s were already dazed. The plan was immediately effective and it looks like they are on the run everywhere.”

“Are they fighting back with anything?” I asked.

“They still kill anyone they find at close quarters, but there is no attempt at, er, sex any more. At the shopping centre here they have tried at least three times to get to the aircraft but Keisha and three others are covering that, and they have managed to keep them away so far.” I remembered the tumbler.

“We absolutely have to stop them getting to that, those ships are well armed.” I said.

“How bad is it though?” Tilley asked, “You took out a few of them with an unarmed Stellar didn’t you?

“I was very lucky, their bombs are extremely dangerous, and on top of that we really need to get some of their technology to our scientists and see what we can learn.”

“What next then boss?” Tilley asked.

“Get every gun you can, and all of the MS units too. We can set them up at every exit so we have a known range. We’ll burn them out if we have to.” Tilley nodded grimly, she had seen what the YW’s were doing, she had heard what they had done, and she wasn’t going to waste any sympathy on them.

I heard the chattering of the trapped YW’s as I approached the shopping centre, first as a background murmur, and then as individual voices. They were getting more and more excited as I approached, but quietened down a bit when I stopped at my station.

I had originally decided I wouldn’t be there at final strike, because I thought the YW’s might still be able to track me, and then I had changed my mind and decided that I had to go because of my proficiency with the MS. We needed every good operator we had available. Then I had thought I would turn off my communicator so they couldn’t detect me, but then how could I listen to what they were saying? I had only told a couple of my most senior officers that I could ‘hear’ telepathically now, and I had sworn them to secrecy, but in this situation, even though the YW’s could still detect my presence, my understanding of their messages paid off immediately.

“Scabbard is at the south west corner, I need twenty volunteers…” There was a frantic clamouring.

“The rest of you stay here to storm the fighter as planned,” was the next clear message.

“Four rifles and two more MS units to me immediately,” I said into my communicator, “all other locations send half of your number to help defend the aircraft.”

There was a general acknowledgement as our resources started to move.

“Scabbard has sent them to where we will attack Sir,” a panicked telepathic thought called out.

“Attack in five,” another frantic message said, “four…”

“Three seconds to action,” I said, and I concentrated on the door facing me. There were only two of us there, me with the MS and an Ensign with a rifle. The reinforcements I had requested would be too late.

“Twenty of them coming out now Ensign,” I said, and the door opened and YW’s streamed out.

I hit the leading one with a perfect thought triggered shot, and it exploded spectacularly, the Ensign shot another and it fell down dead. My next shot maimed another, and this didn’t slow their advance down at all. They must have realised that their sympathetic reaction was costing their lives and somehow disabled it.

We got another three, but then the nearest was too close for my range.

“You get the closest ones,” I shouted, “I’ll get as many as I can while they are in my range.” The Ensign immediately complied, and from then we were very busy, but not really in a lot of danger.

In less than a minute there were twenty dead or dying YW’s strewn in line from the door to almost hallway to our position, and about thirty seconds later our reinforcements arrived, just in time to miss out on all the action.

“Good work Ensign,” I said, and she grinned.

“Just like the simulator bahçeşehir escort Sir,” she observed, “but noisier.” I nodded. There was still the clatter of gunfire from the far side of the building where the aircraft was located, and I couldn’t pick up any telepathic messages at all. I waited for another minute and it quietened down.

“Secure my location, no casualties” I reported, and within moments I got the message I wanted to hear.

“Secure main location, no casualties, prize intact.”

All the other stations reported no contact.

It took us almost a week to clear out the last strongholds of YW’s but eventually there were no more of the aliens left alive on Earth.

We lost almost eight thousand men and five hundred women and children during the YW invasion. About twelve hundred men had died in the breeding program, and there had been forty-three survivors. Once the YW’s realised there were quite a lot of survivors they had started launching them into space instead of freeing them, and there were only eighteen ‘new immortals’, as they came to be known, still with us at the end of the war. Sadly we never heard from Neale again, and he was one of the losses we recorded in that brief but expensive action.

There is a holographic story statue of Neale at the front gate of the Intergalactic Navy headquarters, which was put there almost immediately after the war with the YW’s and it has been upgraded every time that technology has advanced since then. All military personnel are required to salute it every time they pass it. It is some comfort that Neale’s sacrifice was not forgotten in the tumultuous times that followed, and as far as I am concerned it is even better that he is still remembered and honoured today.

Our scientists pulled the captured YW craft totally apart, and in some areas of technology we advanced by many hundreds of years in a single step. Unfortunately some of the raw materials the YW’s used just aren’t available in our part of the galaxy, but we learned a lot about their methods, and were able to adapt some to our circumstances.

We were confused for some time with the YW’s lack of mid range weapons. They had the tumblers for longer range and could kill by contact from short range, but we couldn’t see anything in between. As it turned out there are only three races that have the ability to freeze movement, and that was their main weapon. As we know all too well it can be very lethal.

Of course Androger had me back on his show a number of times after the war ended. He would usually team me up with a thankful survivor who wanted to say how my message on previous shows had contributed to his survival, but once he had Keisha join me, and the sympathy generated for her by that show really helped her to get over her problem of her image being used by the YW’s to kill so many men. Not long after the show she moved out of my apartment and married one of Androger’s cameramen. I was a bit sad, but mostly happy that she could have a normal life with a normal person.

There were differences in the changes made to the men who survived sex with YW’s on Earth too. They became longer living, but it seems that they all will eventually age and die, we lost another one only a decade or so ago, and that just leaves two. They didn’t get the healing properties in their cum, but they did get exceptional sexual stamina and a strong level of self-healing. We put the differences down to something that was in the fruit which was our sole sustenance on the YW planet.

The changes to me had mostly become apparent already. My sexual prowess had increased dramatically, and every partner I have had since has gone into some form of sexual overload as the result of our coupling. In a world so free and easy with sex this unusual effect is a novelty, and I have always got plenty of choice when I want to exercise my libido. My cock grew quite a bit too and it does tend to scare the young ones, and the inexperienced older ones, at first. But I make sure I am careful, and as a result there have never been any issues. The other change that became apparent only after another fifty years had passed was an ability to ‘read’ the intentions of any creature in my vicinity. This gift can be quite specific, and I don’t just know if people are being honest or not, somehow I know what their ultimate goal is, a skill that has proven to be exceptionally useful over the intervening time, and in a vast number of ways.

“You’re Josh Scabbard,” the girl said angrily. She looked very different now, but I could still recognise her.

“That’s right Epsilon. I am. How are you?” I asked. Her face went from angry to furious.

“You destroyed my life you bastard,” she screamed loudly. I was surprised, to say the least.

“I’m sorry…” I said, not following her meaning, but she kept on going.

“So you fucking well ought to be,” she screamed, “you fucking well raped me while I was unconscious.”

“Now başakşehir escort hang on…” I said.

“Now I have been kicked out of the Church, none of my friends will talk to me and I can’t even go to the fucking school any more. My life is over.”

“It would have been if I hadn’t helped you,” I said, trying to keep my own rising anger at bay.

“Oh sure,” Epsilon replied sarcastically, “you even managed to get mum kicked out of the church too, and the stupid bitch still believes that bullshit that you spun just to fuck a pure girl who couldn’t defend herself.” She stopped shouting for a moment, and stared angrily at me. I saw her hand drop and was ready when she pulled the knife out of her pocket. She pushed it toward me, but stopped mid swing as the blocker that prevented people from attacking other people kicked in. I just stood watching as she trembled in rage.

“I hate you,” she howled, and then she pushed past me and ran away down the street. I sighed.

Moments later Anastacia appeared at the door.

“Josh,” she said happily, “you came back.”

“Yes,” I said, “but it wasn’t quite the greeting that I expected.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Anastacia replied. “Phil Maddon is the Shepherd for this area, and he has been really brutal with her.” The Calvanians always called their ministers shepherds.

“Uh huh,” I said, “Epsilon said you had been kicked out too.”

“That’s right. The YW’s got Larry, he didn’t come back, and for some reason Phil decided that he broke his vows by having sex with one of them. He invalidated him for that and we couldn’t even have a memorial service. He invalidated Epsilon because she isn’t pure anymore and he invalidated me because I let that happen.”

Once a Calvanian was invalidated they became outcasts in their society, and they were not simply ignored by the rest of the congregation, they were actively vilified. It was brutal stuff.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, but Anastacia wasn’t having that.

“No way Josh,” she said, “there’s nothing to be sorry for. Five minutes after you left Epsilon was breathing better, and half an hour later she was conscious. You saved her life, and there is no price too high for that.” I smiled.

“I wish Epsilon felt that way,” I said, and Anastacia smiled ruefully.

“So do I Josh. But I’m sure she will come around when I get her away from here. Gorg, her now ex-boyfriend has been really vicious and she just can’t handle it.”

“How can I help?” I asked, and Anastacia smiled nervously.

“There is one thing…” she said shyly.

“Yes?”

“Well… er… I’m not married any more, and I’m out of the church now…” I smiled.

“You want to see what all of the fuss is about?” I asked, and Anastacia nodded nervously.

“Do you think we could do a… a threesome with Flipsy?” she asked.

“I’d love that,” I said sincerely, “when?”

“On the weekend?” Anastacia asked nervously, “Epsilon is going away to look at new schools.”

“It’s a date,” I agreed, “I’ll pick you both up on Saturday night at seven. We’ll have dinner, then we’ll go to a club or do something else. Dress up a bit if you can. After that…”

I leaned in and planted a kiss on Anastacia’s trembling lips. It lasted for quite a while.

“Wow,” she whispered as I left, and I grinned. I wanted to make our Saturday night date really special for her, she deserved it after all she had been through.

Things were incredibly busy in the Intergalactic Navy after the YW war. When the Mayflower had returned to Earth the threat from aliens was remote, and had already been looked after, now it was real and people realised that it could easily happen again. This wasn’t an academic issue best watched from the other side of a screen any more, it was a genuine threat that had affected almost everyone. There was a flood of new recruits, and we were flat out dealing with them.

The next morning I was in the middle of a meeting with my training team. We were discussing how many more recruits we could deal with efficiently, when I was suddenly taken to the Eriguons. The yellow warehouse was becoming familiar now, and this time I guessed there were about twenty of our senior politicians and military personnel present when I was taken there. Once again we were all frozen in place, and once again they walked around, looking at us, but this time I could hear their communications.

“Earth people, can you understand us?” one said.

“Don’t bother,” one replied, “they are too backward to communicate properly.”

“I think we should just kill them all now and save time,” another added. I was glad to be frozen this time, because my immediate anger at this attitude may have given me away otherwise.

“You know the rules Dawt,” I heard, “all of the superior races get the chance to conquer them and claim their resources, but it is not our turn yet.”

“You have made it too easy for the others to defeat them by convincing them that energy weapons are banned.”

“I can’t believe the fools actually believed you,” another added. Again I could have given myself away if I had been able to move.

“From their media we know that many of them didn’t, and their government was divided too.”

“We will free them now, be watchful,” one said, and I felt the hold on me relax. I steeled myself to act like I couldn’t hear them.

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Taki sat on the cold metal floor of the hold as the transport rumbled on, wishing she could see the world passing by outside. She doubted anyone who cared would know if she stood up in here, but even if she did, the slit in the steel wall that allowed light and air in would still be just a little too high for her to see through. She had no way of knowing how close they were to their dreaded destination. Looking around, she could see the same fear on the faces of all the other girls that she felt. These were girls she had spent her whole life around, and after today she would most likely never see any of them again.

The day that Taki had dreaded all her life had come. She was going to be sold.

For as long as she could remember, her life had been an orderly routine: wake up, morning rations, begin daily chores, afternoon rations, back to work, evening rations, bathe, go to sleep. It was a harsh and often painful existence, but it was what she knew. What would her life be like now? Everything was about to change. No longer would she be living in a stone-walled compound surrounded by other girls in the same position as her, commanded and overseen by armored handlers. Now she would live totally for the whims of one person.

While not knowing what sort of things she would have to do for her new master was frightening enough, what scared Taki more was the thought that maybe she did know. She had heard stories from some of the other girls about things that sometimes had happened to them that she feared might soon happen to her. It was something she had never experienced herself, but her friend Kiana who sat next to her now had been through it several times.

Sometimes at night, while all the girls were asleep, one of the guards would sneak into the bunkroom and pull Kiana away to someplace hidden. And there, she described the event as the guard dropping his pants and shoving a hardthing into her, splitting her open inside. Kiana said that the first time this happened was every bit as unpleasant as it sounded, and the times after that weren’t much better. Sometimes the guard had grabbed her by the head and made her suck his manhood into her mouth, and then forced her to gulp down every drop of the bitter-tasting ooze he released into it.

Some other girls had had similar experiences; a few had recounted being used by two guards at once, or even three. While Taki had always offered her pity to the girls who had been through these experiences, she had also been thankful she hadn’t had to suffer them herself. Was that going to change soon?

Taki’s heart jumped into her throat as she felt the vehicle stop. They had arrived. All the girls turned their eyes to the doors at the back of the hold, waiting for them to open. Taki could hear her heart thudding in her ears; her fear of what was to come was terrible, but the anticipation of waiting for it to happen was far worse. After a few agonizingly long minutes, the doors finally opened, and the handler who had herded them into the transport at the slave compound a short while ago stood there, flanked by two armed guards, lowering the ramp. “On your feet, slaves!” he commanded.

The girls all immediately obeyed. He pointed to a random girl among the group and said, “You first. Single file, this way.” He turned and began walking, and one by one, starting with the girl he’d pointed to, twenty-seven black-haired, almond-eyed young women, naked except for the silver bracelets they wore on their left wrists, each fell into line after him.

Taki saw the girls ahead of her moving through a doorway into a building of wood, which she had to admit looked far more inviting than the slave compound ever did. There was an identical building next to it on the left; probably where the male slaves were. To her dismay, she found there wasn’t much to see of the town from where she was; they appeared to be entering the building from the back.

She entered into a spacious, friendly-looking room with thin magenta cushions of velvet covering much of the straw mat floor, and many more slave girls were already sitting on it. As the girls moved onto the cushions, they spread out from the line and seated themselves down, following one of the most basic rules of proper slave etiquette that had been drilled into all of them since childhood: unless otherwise instructed or performing a task that necessitated standing up, slaves were to always keep low to the ground.

When the last one was through, a guard shut the door behind them and barred it. The handler stood in front of the crowd of seated slave girls and spoke, “For those of you who are just arriving: you will be gathered here every morning and spend your days here until you are purchased. Those of you who are not chosen today will spend the nights in our holding pen, and you will receive two rations per day. We are opening now.” With that he removed a wooden beam from the front doorway, leaving it covered only by a beaded curtain.

It hadn’t occurred to escort bayan bahçelievler Taki until now that she might not be sold today. She was now entertaining the possibility that she might be here for a long time, and it didn’t seem that bad. Compared to her life at the slave compound, idly sitting in this comfortable room every day without having to work might be a welcome alternative. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, in fact. After all, none of the guards at the compound had ever picked her to have their way with at night, so she couldn’t have been all that desirable anyway. It was this thought she was holding onto as the rattling of the beaded curtain heralded the first customer of the day.

***

Davir hadn’t wasted any time after he got home. As soon as he walked in the door, he’d called Durren to him and said, “We’re off to the slave market!” Durren did in fact try to protest a little, saying it wasn’t necessary, but Davir wouldn’t hear it. “I told you you’re getting your own slave, so that’s what we’re going to do.”

Durren gave no further argument. From there it was out the door and into town. He’d spent the last two days rather dreading this moment, not looking forward to dealing with the awkwardness of this situation. How would he tell Davir that he didn’t really want a slave? He’d been beside himself trying to come up with an answer.

At least he did get a brief diversion from these thoughts yesterday. He’d decided to stop by Kalan’s farm to see how he was getting along with his guest. He’d found the two of them naked next to the horse stable, with Xeres lying on a pile of hay and Kalan kneeling between her spread legs. He initially apologized for walking in on them, but Xeres only greeted him with a bright smile, and invited him to join them. Just a day after meeting his first elves, he’d received an invitation to fuck one.

It had taken a moment for Durren to get over his nervousness at the concept, but ultimately, how could he pass up an opportunity like that? Xeres had gotten on her hands and knees and taken Kalan into her from behind, while she pulled Durren into her mouth. The feelings of her tiny tongue dancing along his shaft had been absolutely exquisite, added to the way she moaned around him in tune with Kalan’s thrusting, and the way her little four-fingered hand stroked the length that her little mouth didn’t cover.

And it got even better after Kalan came inside her and she asked them to switch. The two of them rotated around, allowing Xeres to use her skilled mouth to begin reviving Kalan’s tool, and letting Durren have access to the tiniest entrance he’d ever felt on a girl. Kalan told him he should have felt how tight she was before he took her the night before. Durren decided he didn’t even want to imagine that, given how incredibly tight she was still. It didn’t take much for Xeres’s orgasm that came shortly thereafter to bring Durren over the edge.

Even after Durren spilled his seed into her depths, he didn’t think he got soft at all; or else he did, but it was just too brief to notice. He remained entrapped in her folds while he watched her suck Kalan to his second explosion, and attempt to swallow down as much of his seed as she could, after which she decided to let Kalan have a breather while she climbed on top of Durren, and rode him until they both couldn’t move anymore. It was definitely an experience worth remembering. It wasn’t the first time he and Kalan had shared a girl like that, but anelf?

But that was yesterday, and now there was nothing to do but silently contemplate the situation as he followed behind Davir. Even living with his brother’s slave in the house, he had never really considered having a slave of his own until Davir brought it up. He still had doubts that he really wanted to own someone, but he was trying hard to think of how he might enjoy having someone to answer his needs at his command. Each time the thought entered his head, it seemed tantalizing at first, but was always weighed down by the fact that it just seemed cruel.

But Davir would not take “no” for an answer. He led the way with single-minded purpose through the streets of Saum, coming upon two identical buildings joined by a single sign that identified them as where the slaves were sold. Davir led him through the doorway on the left, marked by the Imperial symbol for woman.

Durren had to admit, the tableau in front of him was not at all unpleasant on the eye: dozens and dozens of beautiful nude girls seated on velvet cushions, most of them looking up at him and Davir as they entered. The sales master instantly greeted them with spread arms. “Welcome!” he beamed, and then he recognized Davir. “Ah, I believe I’ve seen you here before. Has your slave pleased you well, good mercenary? Come to find her a companion?”

“She’s pleased me fine, sir,” Davir smiled back. “This time I’m shopping for my brother escort bayan kayaşehir here.” Davir nodded to Durren to go ahead. “Go on, Durren, don’t be shy. Which one do you like?”

Durren sighed, and began slowly scanning his eyes over the crowd of girls in front of him, looking carefully at each of their faces, and then stepped onto the velvet cushions and began walking around to get a look at each of them. As much as he would like to take any one of these girls back home with him, there was some part of his mind that didn’t believe he would be able to choose any of them. Could he really make himself master of anyone, no matter how tempting she was to look at?

By now Taki had watched four girls get sold, one of whom was among the ones she was brought in with this morning. As she had with all the customers who had entered today, she watched the young man now scanning the group with her head low, trying hard to be as unnoticeable as she could. It had seemed to work so far, or maybe that was just luck. She tried to tell herself that she was worrying too much; if the guards at the compound didn’t want her, then this person—Durren, his brother had called him—probably wouldn’t either.

She reflexively shrunk back a little when Durren’s eyes fell on her, but only for a brief moment as his gaze kept on moving. Taki quietly let out a breath of relief. She would be able to relax here a little longer. Who knew how long it would be before anyone chose her; it might even be years—

Durren looked at her again. And it wasn’t just a passing glance this time, either. He was looking right at her. She gingerly brought her head up, looking up into his eyes. Though there was no question that he was a member of the master race, his hair and eyes were dark like hers. And something about the way he was looking at her… as frightened as she was by the bare fact that his attention was on her, something in his gaze gave her the feeling that maybe she shouldn’t be.

Durren took two steps toward the girl looking at him, and knelt down. She shrunk back from his touch as he brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes. She was so afraid, and so fragile-looking, sitting here, waiting to be sold to some brute to use and abuse as he pleased… or maybe to be sold to him. “What’s your name?” he asked.

Taki looked back at his face, and hesitated a moment before answering in a shaky voice, “Taki.”

“You like that one, do you brother?” Davir said, stepping up behind Durren.

Durren paused a moment, thinking hard, and then stood and faced Davir, and answered firmly, “Yes.”

Taki felt a cold shiver run through her. It had actually happened.

“Fine choice!” the sales master said. “Up!” he commanded. Taki obeyed, rising to her feet. “This way,” the sales master said, turning and walking to the table where all the other girls who’d been sold had been taken. Durren gently took her by the arm and pulled her along with him.

“2,000 geros,” the sales master said when they reached the table. Davir handed him a small stack of paper money which the sales master stashed away in a metal box. Taki knew what was coming next, having seen it done four times already. The sales master picked up an open collar from the table, and detached a small square device from it before stepping up to Taki and snapping it around her neck, and placing the square device in Durren’s hand.

The sales master explained to Durren, “That collar will shock her if she gets more than forty feet from that remote, or tries to pick up the remote herself, so if you have to go somewhere and can’t take her with you, leave the remote at home and you can rest assured that she won’t go anywhere. And if she starts acting up, press that button there to teach her a lesson.”

One of the customers who’d bought a slave this morning had tested that. Taki had watched as the man pressed the button and the girl screamed and dropped to the floor, clutching at her collar as she writhed in pain. She anxiously waited, hoping with all the hope she could muster that Durren wouldn’t do that to her.

He didn’t. Durren simply clipped the little remote onto his belt and said, “Well then, shall we bring her home?”

“Absolutely,” Davir smiled.

“Thank you for your business,” the sales master beamed.

Davir stepped through the beaded curtain and out the doorway. Durren took a step after him, before stopping and gesturing for Taki to follow. She gulped down the lump in her throat, and followed after her new master, stepping with bare feet onto the paved street, heading towards whatever her new life would be.

***

Jevanna was willing to stop at home just long enough to change clothes after she and her father got back to Ferrezoth. She wanted to get rid of the more regal and fashionable tunica she’d presented herself in at the summit and change into something more comfortable and practical for moving around on a farm. She went escort türbanlı to her room to discard her long white tunica, and came back downstairs dressed in a shorter green one, prompting her father to ask where she was off to in such a hurry dressed like that. Needless to say, he wasn’t thrilled that she was off to Kalan’s farm, but he didn’t try to stop her.

She also was made curious by a comment made by her friend Airya in town. Airya started by welcoming her home, and when Jevanna said that she was headed for Kalan’s farm, an odd smirk crossed Airya’s face, and she told Jevanna that she had a big surprise waiting for her. Where before she had been driven only by single-minded eagerness to see Kalan again, the rest of the trek to his farm was spent wondering what that could’ve meant, and wondering also if she would like the answer when she got there.

She was somewhat relieved when she arrived to find Kalan out in the field tending his crops; nothing bad seemed to have happened to him, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She called to him. He looked up from the vines and smiled when he saw her. She ran to him with a big smile on her face and threw her arms around his neck, giving him deep, warm kiss. “I’m back,” she said.

“I missed you,” Kalan said.

“You too.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked. “Did the mercenaries there give you a good time?”

Jevanna looked away with a guilty grin, thinking back on the…how many was it? Let’s see, first there was Haxton, then that night and the next morning there was Egarde, that charming but arrogant clown from Kel Moran, then yesterday I spent the afternoon with those two men who I let take me together… I wish I could remember their names… and then this morning Egarde and I gave each other that little send off before we each came home… that’s four of them. “Yes they did,” she smiled. “What about you? Did you find a girl to entertain you while I was gone?”

“I did indeed,” he said, with a smile just as curious as the one Airya was wearing. “Would you like to meet her?”

Jevanna didn’t know whether to be excited or worried at that as she followed him to the doorway.

Kalan lifted the beaded curtain and followed her inside, and then began looking around the house as if expecting to see something that wasn’t there. Or someone. “Xeres?” he called. “Xeres, where are you? …Xeres?”

As Jevanna also searched for whoever it was Kalan was calling for, she suddenly heard a WHUMP behind her. Both of them turned, and Jevanna’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the elven maiden who was now poised in a frog-like crouch on the table. “Yes?” she grinned.

“Where were you hiding?” Kalan asked.

“In the rafters. I thought you wouldn’t think to look up, and it seems I was correct.”

“Very sneaky. Jevanna, this is Xeres,” Kalan said. “Xeres, Jevanna.”

“She’s beautiful!” Xeres beamed.

“She’s an elf!” Jevanna gaped.

“Yes she is,” said Kalan. “I met her in town shortly after you left.”

“She’s anelf!” Jevanna repeated.

“If it makes you feel any better, most everyone in Ferrezoth has reacted to my presence in much the same way,” Xeres said, climbing down off the table. Kalan went on to explain the details of how Xeres had been traveling with her brother and a friend and opted to stay with him. Xeres cuddled up to Kalan with a sly grin and said, “Kalan has been showing me around, letting me experience all of Saum. In return, I’ve been draining him of his body fluids.”

“Well…” Jevanna said, still gaping, “I did say I wanted you to enjoy yourself while I was away… but I didn’t realize the girl would be staying here… or that she’d be an elf!”

The playful look on Xeres’s face sobered somewhat. “Do you not like elves?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Oh, it’s not that!” Jevanna insisted, waving her hands in front of her. “It’s just I’ve… I’ve never seen one before!”

“Sure you have,” Kalan said. “Don’t you remember? We were five years old, we were playing in the field, and an elf who was on his way through Ferrezoth came by the farm and asked to sample some of my parents’ crops.”

“Really?” Jevanna asked, straining to remember.

“Of course. We didn’t know what an elf was at the time, so we told him his ears were funny and asked him why his eyes were so big. Remember?”

“Oh!” Jevanna gasped. “I do remember that! He told us we were like little squirrels!”

Kalan and Xeres both laughed. “That is how many of the children here seemed when I showed my face,” Xeres smiled.

“I’m sure they…” Jevanna started, then stopped suddenly, noting the bareness of Xeres’s left wrist. “Kalan, she doesn’t have a maiden’s bracelet!”

“No, of course not,” Kalan said. “The elves don’t bother with Imperial customs like that.”

“And yet you’ve been sleeping with her? Isn’t that risky? What if you produce an illegitimate half-breed child?”

“As delightful as that would be,” Xeres sighed, “I’m afraid there is little chance of that.”

When Jevanna heard Xeres’s explanation of how elves conceive children only after forming a spirit bond with another elf, she put a hand on her chest and sighed, “That is so romantic!” She looked into Kalan’s eyes, and pressed herself to him. “Oh Kalan, wouldn’t that be wonderful? To be forever linked, mind and heart and soul? To truly be one?”

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Ever wonder what your Ancestors were like? Were they good people? We all probably consider that they are just as good as we try to be. Were they bad people? It’s a safe bet that there are always a few skeletons in the closet. Attic. Basement. Backyard. None of us truly know. Some of us wish we did. For James Ian Pryce he’s been given the opportunity. Body surfing his soul and mind through each incarnation of his family tree since the dawn of time. That covers a lot of family when your life expectancy is only 33 years. Some granted a longer shelf life due to magic or get this…leap year. So far James had met plenty of good folk in his travels. Climbing the celestial roots of what Cameron Scott referred to as the Infant Tree. Gone baby gone. On to the next. From the Ice Age to Dark Age. If he had time he would keep a journal. He’s in a bit of a hurry though. His friends depend on him . Fortunately he does have a photographic memory. A lot to process though. Hit and miss recollections after a million plus lives he’s inhabited one at a time. Some only lasting mere minutes before moving on. Others longer. Weighing their importance as he endures. Their own memories fading swiftly at his departure. To understate the fact that he has been busy would be pure outrage. His body of work a constant effort.

33 A.D, Golgotha.

In Matthew 12:38, some of the scribes and Pharisees asked Jesus for a sign to prove He was the Messiah. But Jesus told them that the only sign He would give was that of the prophet Jonah: “For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the great fish, so will the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth”

In this case the roots have come home. The Great Fish being Jesus of Nazareth. Poor James Ian Pryce on his celestial journey forward in time had entered the body of his earlier incarnation while hanging from the cross. Nails driven through his limbs. A crown of thorns upon his head. The pain excruciating. James could only respect his predecessor. Being referred to as a Messiah was a big deal. A lot of weight to carry upon his shoulders. Having carried his own cross to Galilee before being hung up to dry. While he himself felt only a fraction of the pain he could read the thoughts and emotions of those suffering the full extent of their agony. This day he could only observe through weakened eyes. Communicate with a confused mind. Offer his compassion while inside their emotions. This jump was a big one. The son of God himself. As the Bible professes. A man none the less. A miracle. James Ian was proud to be related.

“I’ve heard how this ends. I’m truly sorry for your loss. Just know that our lineage will continue on after. I’m on my way home now.”

“As am I. My Father calls.” Jesus strains even in his thoughts.

“Right. Is Dad really a God? Religion is so confusing.”

“Yes. A deity above any false Gods. The creator of all that is. I am a reminder that humans were made in his image. All that ever will be fully known. As his child even you must respect that.”

“Oh I do. I don’t know him personally. I would like too. I mean he’s not my biological Dad like yours. If so his name must be Jack. At least I believe my Dad’s name is Jack. Which brings up just how could he be your Dad? For that matter how can I be you if you’re the son of God? Does that make me the son of God too? What about Joseph? No offense I’m just really not grasping the concept. How do you cope? You’re barely alive right now. I can feel you fading.”

“Breath as I breath. We are each and every one the children of God. You are no different than I.”

“Yeah but how can you walk on water? Heal the sick? The blind.” James rambles within the head of Christ, “I especially liked that water into wine stunt. Oh and raising the dead? Dude you’ve done it all. Including raising yourself from the grave. So cool.”

“All I have done has been my Father’s will. How I have done these things is not for me to know. I follow my Father’s wishes.”

“Ok so have you physically seen your Dad?”

“Within the water I see my reflection. He is there before me.”

“So wait. You’re saying you’re God?”

“We are all God. He is within each and every one.”

“Right. Man designed in his image. Yeah, I don’t get that. I mean don’t get me wrong I feel privileged to have been you. If I am God in some way then that’s awesome but I don’t feel like any God.”

“You are within me are you not?”

“True. And, I can read minds. Can you read minds?”

“I can. Yet, to intrude on another without permission is a sin.”

“I never thought of that. I guess I’m in big trouble. Although generally when I read minds it’s to help others. But, yeah I’ll still repent and offer up a couple million Hail Mary’s.”

“Hail Mary? I do not understand.”

“Yeesh. Religion in the future isn’t so easily explained. I think they took you on as a spokesperson in a power trip campaign. Blame the Vatican. They hold all the secrets and truths. I’ve hacked…guess I better add that sin to my list…stolen secrets even though I don’t use them to do bad things. Anyway the Vatican archives conceal things that would totally bring down civilization. escort bayan beykent Things about you even. Which obviously concerns me. That’s why I need to know what’s true and what’s not. I hope you don’t mind but I want to hang…bad choice of words…stay here with you until the end. Maybe catch a glimpse of things to come after you’re gone. If you don’t mind.”

“Do I have a say? You have entered me as I will enter Heaven. A welcomed possession. I know who you are James Ian. The Pryce you pay for being of one with myself and those who came before. They who will come after. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Praise be to God. Your arrival I fear ends very soon.”

“I know I can’t stay too long but I’m going to resist the next jump as long as I can. I’m here for you Jesus.”

“As I will forever be there for you my Son. My Brother. My soul shared.”

“It’s all relative. I…hey what’s that guy down below you doing?” Jesus goes uncaring of any new threats. New pain. It is all a state of mind. Transition. A spear pierces the rib cage of Jesus. James Ian feels it enter. Senses the inner turmoil. If a soul could cry it would.

“Ohhhh, man. That was the Spear of Destiny wasn’t it? But, in the book of John it said the spear came after you had died.” Blood flows from the wound. Below a loud gruff bellow rattles the Roman who had jabbed Christ. A unique turn of events as a larger Roman soldier pummels the man for his arrogance. A man known to James Ian, “Holy…ummm that’s Antonaeus Gaicazar. Jesus? I know this man. He is lost in time like I am.”

Jesus wept. Dying tears streak his cheek and mix with his blood. As the large Roman Centurion looks up at Jesus he is tortured in his own soul. Plagued by beliefs. A man himself lost as to what is right from wrong.

“Find freedom Antonaeus.” Jesus whispers.

The Roman looks with awe, “You know my name?”

“I do. As I curse this man who lays at your boot to wander the world until the second coming, so do I offer you purpose. Protect the world from this man. From the Devil’s trident.” A single tear droplets downward into the eye of Gaicazar. Blinded for a moment until he catches his breath. Sword drawn at what he spies around him. Demons in the form of man. Hissing and skulking away to avoid detection.

“I see all. Thank you Messiah. I know not what my future holds but I shall defend your dream. Your Father’s dream.”

“Whoa! This is badass. I mean…sorry I’ll wash my mouth out with soap once I reach my old body in 2027. You just created another miracle. Even in dying you wish the world a better place.” James detects a glow lowering around the body of Jesus and awaits the reason. Suspecting God himself to show up in some fashion. Instead it is something that not even Antonaeus can see. A pair of gorgeous Angels with magnificent white wings, a blond female of Caucasian appearance and the second an African American beauty in golden armor. Light all around them.

“Beautiful. So beautiful. Angels do exist.” James peers in awe. The women smile at James within as if sensing his internal struggles. He couldn’t stop looking at them. Listening to their thoughts as best as he could.

“Your Father awaits young God.”

“You mean Jesus right?” James mentally enters the blonds mind. With a puzzled brow the Angel looks toward her partner.

“You can see us?” She ponders.

“I think we both can. Hey there I’m James Ian. I’m Jesus in this time period. I’m from the year 2027. Lost in time. I know you must be here to help Jesus along. He’s almost ready to go. I can barely hear him.”

“Do you always talk so much?” Jesus murmurs. The Angels smirk and admire the sudden twist of expectations.

“Only when I get nervous. Hot chicks tend to do that too me. Don’t tell Sophia if you…of course you won’t meet her. Silly me. Sorry.”

The blond peers down at Gaicazar on his knees praying. His sword dangling from his grasp. Hearing Jesus himself begs her to reward this man for his mission. The blond drifts down to stand over Gaicazar admiring his sturdiness even amid tears. All around them soldiers watching, disturbed by their Commander’s unexpected intervention. The Roman who had speared Christ sneaking away in humiliation. The Angel remains invisible to all eyes but that of James detection. None remotely knew she was even there nor ever had been. She draws her own sword of light and taps the blade in Gaicazar’s possession. It suddenly flares up as if the sun. The Romans moving away fearfully as Antonaeus lifts his blade toward the sky. Empowered by Warrior Angels this man would strive to fight for Heaven. Pontius Pilate however would know not. With a fanning of her sword the Angel wipes away the images the soldiers had seen. Gaicazar’s own sword returning to a normal appearance. Only Antonaeus could see the difference. With her sword now sheathed the blond Angel removes her gauntlet and reaches out to lift the chin of Antonaeus. He sees her not but feels her touch. Looking up at the sky his pupil dilates and changes shape to that of a cross.

“Grace of God be with you always.” She bids him farewell and allows escort özbek her wings to carry her upwards to once again face Jesus and James within. She peered deeply to see Jesus as if he were awaiting her. Was it he? Or, was it James that she found curious?

“That was incredible.” James admires.

The black woman inches closer, “Descendent? Of God you are. We serve you when needed. Your Father calls us home. We must go.”

“Wait! What about Jesus?”

“In time. His days are not yet done.”

“Not yet done? I don’t think he’s breathing any more. I should move on up the tree but I just can’t abandon him. Not yet.”

“When your time is up you shall depart. Just as he.”

“Right. The resurrection first. I get it. I’m staying until then.”

“As you wish. God awaits. Be well James Ian. Until we meet again.”

“Tell Charlie I said hi. Bosley too.”

With a queer look between them the Angels rise into the clouds and vanish. James suddenly feeling very alone. Those were the first Angels he had ever seen. He was sad yet stoked to see the story finished. His thoughts excited by the prospect that there might be more to himself than even he knew. Maybe as an immaculate conception within Ruby Goddard he too was a Messiah and had no real idea. It was a lot to take in for certain. His spirit peers down even as the eyes of Jesus were closed. He could actually see right through the eyelids. Below him Gaicazar had been called away. Pontius Pilate would have words with him for striking his fellow soldier. He would not be punished. Yet, he would be sent away in a weeks time. Further than anyone might have predicted.

A group of women in dark robes prayed in seclusion. Far enough away that the soldiers did not interrupt them. Eying their activity James surmises that one of them must be Mary Magdalene. Possibly the Mother Mary herself. Kept a good distance from the field of crosses. Others crucified alongside Jesus. It was a horrible yet breathtaking sight. So much cruelty. So much suffering. So much faith. All at once. As he absorbs the chaos a lone man steps forward and peers up at Jesus. A man with a hood. His face cloaked by a scarf. Only his eyes could be seen. A dark foreboding gaze.

“Oh boy. This must be Satan.” James contemplates.

“Who are you that inhabits my Father’s vessel?”

“You can see me?”

“I see all. I am the true son of God. I have heard stories. Are you the reflection?”

“Guess so. We sure don’t look alike.”

“Of course not. You are naïve aren’t you?”

“Probably. Are you really Satan? Lucifer? Beelzebub? Lord of lies?”

“Man and their need for name calling. They have no true knowledge of where they come from. Where they will eventually go.”

“Heaven or Hell right?”

“Heaven is…was my home. Heaven is a planet. Hell is as you choose to live within it. Do you really believe in Man’s gibberish? Their bible? What is written is a farce. Humanity has its own agenda. And, I am called the Lord of Lies?”

“Then, don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. All of it. Were you a fallen Angel? Cast out of Heaven by God?”

“Were we not all cast out into the cold?”

“I don’t know.”

“Name me as you like. I am what I am. An Angel left to wander this lonely burden of Hell.” “Are you here to torture Jesus?”

“He has been tortured enough. His death is moments away. A freedom allowed by my Maker. Something I am denied. You do know that the soldier that lanced the side of Jesus of Nazareth like myself has been cursed to walk forever? Brothers in that at least.”

“Why were you cast out?”

“Too many rules. Am I evil as some say? Perhaps. Perhaps not. One must look at the Man who enforces rules that even he has broken. To think otherwise would be ignorance. A God? A scientist? A sorcerer? A mason? A carpenter? A chosen Messiah by an aimless world? You who were he much later should know that being the hero is meaningless.”

“Jesus gave a world hope. Something to believe in. I’m grateful to have been part of his celestial line.”

“You are but a reflection of a Creator with a sense of humor. Trust me even I bounced upon his knee. Until his work claimed him. Then, his children were reflections of his shadow. Nothing more. Relocated to a corner unseen. Even our Mother was lost to his endeavors.”

“Wait! Mother? I thought God created all. Does that mean he created his wife?”

“Of course not. Mother was as he was. A Heavenian. She believed in what he was doing. Until she herself gave up hope on who he had become. A Man…yes a Man obsessed. A Man who just wanted to be left alone. He got his wish. Like any child I rebelled against my parents. I paid the price. Like my brothers and sisters. All cast out. All drifting in obscurity. Some good some bad. I am both. Regardless what the scriptures say. All have a right to their opinion. Your Jesus took it upon himself as a reflection of Father to be the best he could be. The talents he possessed gave a reason for people to change. Some did. Some shall. Some will deny him still. Some will even use the term God to gain influence.”

“So what is my purpose as his reflection? escort bayan yenibosna I have powers. Just not on the level of Jesus. Or, others that had extended lifespans. Magic maintains a longer lineage. So I’ve gathered in my journey through past lives. Moses. Merlin I hear. Good people unheard of. I guess I’m a lost soul too. Yikes! Bad choice of words. No I’m not selling my soul to you.”

“Are we all not lost souls? Why would I buy your soul? Such a thing is not containable. Again, Man’s desire to use fear to maintain control. There will never be a world without sin. It is bred within us. Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth. Do you think even a Creator lives without each of those? Lies. Killing. Covet another Man’s wife…naivety. Paper and stone only. Scrolls of those seeking a happy ending. Only the finality of death is a happy ending to a life that begins anew. Soul swapping. From one shell to another like slugs seeking refuge.”

“Okay, so you’re immortal. Your soul never embodies another?”

“As all Heavenians we were bred immortal. Father insisted. Whether we desired it or not.”

“Every planet in every star system has the equivalent of God’s reflection. I’ve even heard rumor of females seeing God’s reflection.”

“Not my Father’s reflection. My Mother’s.”

“Whoa! I should have seen that coming. Boggles the mind. Where are your Brothers and Sisters then?”

“Heaven. Travelers across the stars. Some here on this pitiful world with me. Hiding. Using their own influences to control people. Rulers. Generals. Peace and War. False Gods. Whatever it is they choose to entertain themselves with. Hobbies at best.”

“Can you leave Earth?”

“I was cast here. My prison. I make the best of it. People are quite amusing.”

“So you are evil.”

“Do I toy with humanity? Wouldn’t you if you lived the same boring life for epochs? I dabble in the minds of some. The lives of others.”

“I guess I can’t blame you under those circumstances. Is that maybe why as God’s reflection I only live 33 years? To avoid messing with humanity over the long game?”

“Ripples in a pond. From what I understand. Within the tears of my Father.”

“Mercurio.”

“Is that what it is called? I must ask…is it My Father’s tears or his urine? The decision is yours. I comprehend it as I see it.”

“Yeesh! Gross dude.”

Satan for a better name turns his cheek to witness oncoming soldiers and the admittance of family to tend to their lost loved ones. He eases aside unseen. Their concept of his visual as if a blind spot. James could see that they each thought they saw someone but changed their minds. Mind control? Satan again looks up to the suspended body of Jesus.

“Farewell reflection. We shall meet again under different circumstances. In another of your lives. Let My Father’s vessel find peace. His time here is done. The possession is over.”

“Possession? Do you mean Me?”

“Hardly.”

“Wait! What are you saying?” James frets trapped within Jesus. Satan vanishes into the gathering populace. Sadly, all that James had known of Satan or whatever his true name was found a bit of sympathy. If he was lying in any fashion he sure seemed nice enough. Who truly knows? Only a Father. Maybe a Mother.

Below Jesus, soldiers began to lower the cross and remove the nails driven. Allowing men and women moments to grieve. Hearing languages he understood very well in his souls frequency to adapt. Listening intently as they coddled his corpse James realized he was face to face with both the Virgin Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene themselves. Their weeping lost to prayers from Luke, Mark, and Matthew. His Apostles. As Jesus lay there James peered toward the sky. Angels were returning. Led by the blond were over twenty new beauties. God must like hot chicks he thought. Hovering above, the women stand ready to escort their God home. Not this day. As if a storm brewing the sky grew dark. Purple lightning floods the clouds. As if a gentle breeze the Angels appeared distraught. Captured in a wave of purple light the Angels were gone.

“Holy—ummm! They must have just been sent back in time like we were. Crazy timing. I need to figure out why that happens one of these days.”

As quickly as the storm travelled through it was gone. All returned to normal. The folks around him barely unsettled. He did overhear Mary Magdalene murmur that his child would know greatness. Wow! Jesus did have a child.

A linen cloth covers the fragile body of Jesus. James presuming it to be the Shroud of Turin. The burial cloth of Christ. The notion that it was his souls time traveling energy that might have burnt the image of Jesus into the material. Only a guess. It really didn’t matter.

A procession takes his body away led by a man James overhears being called Joseph. Of Arimathea he presumed. For two days James lingers and listens. This had been the longest he had occupied any of his Ancestors. He just had to know more. There was no going forward without more knowledge concerning the Resurrection. With no Angels left to bring Jesus home he wondered what might happen. Sealed just like the New Testament wrote within a garden tomb, a large rock blocking the entrance. Lingering there overnight he attempts to read the minds of those around the tomb. Grave robbers planning. A faint thought of another woman whose voice seemed familiar yet not. A darkness foreboding. A scream that ends quickly. Not from the woman but of a Grave robber. Then, another. Silence.

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Long ago, there was a comics experiment called the “New Universe”. It was the forerunner of modern-day diversions like “Heroes” – ordinary people suddenly gaining powers or traits outside the human range, with (at least, ostensibly) realistic consequences. Sadly, commercial pressures drove them from that core vision, and they had the ‘Comics Code’ to worry about. I’ve taken what I liked about it, and cheerfully left behind or modified what I didn’t.

Though not strictly necessary, I suggest you read the prior story, “Downsides And Upsides”, first. Think of it as a prologue, or perhaps a ‘trailer’.

*

I always get scared before the action. Practically shaking, truth be told. I hate those few peaceful moments before the shit hits the fan.

That might surprise a lot of people. After all, I have what I’ve nicknamed a ‘vector field’ around me. Sort of like telekinesis; no physical object can touch me. Not only am I bulletproof, I’m bazookaproof. It magnifies my strength, too – I once tore my way into a bank vault with my bare hands. What do I have to worry about, right?

But think – how many ways are there to die besides being struck or stabbed? There’s chemical poisoning, radiation poisoning, electrocution, suffocation and drowning, frostbite and hypothermia, dehydration and heatstroke, disease, starvation, etc. etc. I have what amounts to totally bitchin’ body armor. That does not make me Superman.

This ain’t the comic books, either. The people we get paid to fight are under no obligation to be stupid, or honorable, or even unlucky. And they have every reason to want us dead.

The chopper swerved and surged forward. “It’s go!” Dustoff called on the shared channel. We made it over the last ridge and the insurgent camp lay before us. Thick black smoke roiled from the west side; Veronique’s job had been to take the generators out first, and clearly she’d done it.

Colin popped out the far side of the copter and flew on ahead. As fast as a small plane, but so much tinier and vastly more maneuverable, he was damn near impossible to hit. But he could sweep out any anti-aircraft fire and make safe Dustoff’s approach.

The copter passed over the ‘motor pool’; one quick glance at Val and I hopped out. A good hundred-foot drop, but at least it was onto pavement. If I hit dirt after a jump like that, I’d usually sink down in to my knees. Annoying.

The asphalt cratered but my boots survived. Probably the most expensive custom footgear in the world – steel-belted Kevlar. I charged at the pair of old trucks parked by the fence. Long seconds passed without any response; even now, paranormals are rare enough that actually seeing one tended to put people off-balance. Coming so soon after a bunch of explosions and the power going out, you can imagine the guerrillas were a little disorganized. The shooting didn’t start until I was almost to my first targets.

As I said, though, I’m bulletproof, so I paid it no mind. I simply grabbed the front of the first truck and flipped it over. Then the same for the other one.

Next step was disabling the cars. Nothing fancy, just smashing a wheel or two on each. Bam, bam, bam. They could be salvaged by our employers but nobody would be retreating in them.

Unfortunately, I’d gotten too wrapped up in the job, ignoring the bullets careening off my back. It was the low-tech weapon that got my attention. A Molotov cocktail whipped over my shoulder into the jeep in front of me. A cloud of flaming gasoline splashed in my face.

Heat travels by conduction, convection, and radiation. The first two couldn’t get through my field, but the last one had no trouble. Ever swim in a cold pool, then jump in a hot tub? It was like that, from the waist up.

I responded by reflex. A unique reflex, I admit, but it wasn’t thought out. The field that normally hugged my skin pulsed out several feet around my upper body. My burning clothes – and the jeep I stood next to – were hurled away and I could breathe again. But I still felt the heat; my pants were on fire too. A second pulse and they were gone. I drank in the delicious coolness.

Of course, except for some smoking boots I was now buck naked in the middle of a battleground.

Goddammit, not again! My headset was junked, I was out of radio contact. Well, they could keep tabs on me through Clyde but I couldn’t get new orders.

It was annoying, embarrassing. At least here it wasn’t immediately life-threatening. Try being half-naked on a fucking glacier at nineteen thousand goddamn feet – now that was a clusterfuck. Still, our eventual success at Siachen had helped get us this job.

Anyway, I was done ignoring the enemy. I brought my hands up and pointed at the nearest guerillas. The field leapt out again, and they went flying as though they’d been hit by a bus. Already running, I gestured at the final jeep; the side nearest me imploded. Screw salvage. They’d pissed me off.

Okay, escort elit fine, they’d scared me. Damn RENAMO for being adaptable. By now they’d learned I didn’t like fire much, so the remaining forces were adjusting their tactics. Hopefully too late to do them any good.

One more hit on a clot of gunmen and the rest broke. Some fled into the forest, others retreating deeper into the base. I chased a group of them toward the arsenal. Veronique and I were assigned to materiel; the rest were on antipersonnel.

A low building was in my way. As I ran I pointed my palms at the ground and shot my field out. I could push objects away from me, remaining unmoved. Or, at my discretion, I could push myself off things. This time I popped into the air, landed on the roof, and kept jogging to the far side.

It didn’t make physical sense. It violated conservation of momentum, and probably energy too. But ever since the White Event, the “Laws Of Physics” had apparently become the “Suggestions Of Physics, But If You Want To Do Something Else, Hey, Y’know, That’s Cool Too.”

I hopped down off the roof; the building where the insurgents stored their weapons was already under siege. Screams and crackles and flashes of light filled the narrow ‘square’ out front.

Veronique scared the crap out of me. She – if gendered pronouns still applied – was basically nothing but a woman-shaped lump of ball lightning. Maybe she’d been crazy before the Event. Probably becoming – in effect – an electrical ghost had pushed her over the edge. Either way she was flatout nuts. She killed with relish, and for no particular reason. God alone knew how Thame had convinced her to join Scylla and not kill her teammates. Besides shelter from the rain, what did she even need anymore?

I watched another pair of soldiers get fried. She could have done it instantly; instead it lasted many seconds. I pursed my lips but moved on to the door.

Kicking it in, I got a surprise – an RPG right in the chest. It startled me some, but it ended up worse for the guys inside – most of the explosion backflashed onto them. Still, better me than Veronique. Although bullets only irritated her, nobody was sure she could survive a major disruption like a grenade.

I secured the interior. Crushing a gang of half-stunned gunmen – gunboys, almost, for a couple of them – was pretty distasteful. Thing is, I couldn’t let anyone use the weapons on my compatriots, or me. And shooting off guns around explosives is generally a bad idea.

You can’t be in this line of work for long without getting at least somewhat desensitized. Once the job was done, I loaded up a bulky machine gun – looked to be a Soviet PK – with an ammo box and peeked out the door.

Veronique hovered among a dozen smoking bodies; nobody else was visible. She saw me motion her over, and glided my way. In air, she couldn’t move faster than a brisk walk. Of course, along a conductor she moved… well, like lightning.

I didn’t speak French. Hand signals were enough. I left her guarding the front door and launched myself onto the roof of the makeshift armory. I scooted to the far side to cover the rear.

Finally, a chance to listen. An explosion, somewhere off to the left. Small and medium-arms fire all over. Confused shouting in a couple of dialects. About the way it should be. The main FRELIMO force would be here soon; they’d meet a disorganized resistance at most.

Although the morning sun was warm, the breeze was still a mite brisk, making my private areas… well, huddle for warmth. My endowments were not in the porn star category. Not below average, I hasten to add, but certainly not paranormal. Being naked as often as I was, not always in tropical climes, made me a little anxious sometimes.

A flurry of gunfire sounded from down to my right. I opened up with the PK and drove whoever it was back. We traded fire for a few volleys, then he fell silent, either wounded or changing position. Motion by a wall ahead of me; I fired a short burst. A sharp, pained scream that faded to a gurgle.

You might well ask, ‘why bother with the gun’? My parabilities are dangerous, but the field’s invisible. I point, and things get smashed. Magic powers are foreign to most people’s experience; you’d be amazed how often they just don’t make the connection. An automatic weapon, on the other hand… that’s a threat people grasp immediately. Even wielded by a naked dork.

The chaos was getting closer. Colin buzzed low overhead on one of his sweeps. A smuggler before the Event, he’d already been something of a tough cookie. Gaining the ability to fly had made him a terror.

Some tiny noise made me turn; a grunt, maybe. I saw a small hurled object arcing toward me from a hut to my right. A grenade, I realized. At the same time, a group charged in from my left, guns blazing.

Before I could respond, Val dashed past me, escort moldov leaping off the roof; she snagged the grenade right out of the air, and whipped it fastball-style back into the hut. I didn’t quite catch whatever quip she made – something about my culo.

She had already rolled into a flip, drawing her other pistol. While spinning, she got off five shots, so fast no one would believe she only wielded semi-automatics. By the time she landed on the ground all the men I could see were dead. Not pausing a moment, she raced around the corner, as fast as if she were riding a motorcycle. More reports echoed back; doubtless more perfect shots. The grenade went off; the hut’s roof sagged and somebody screamed.

Val had been a professional gymnast once. Now she was the world’s greatest athlete, with superhuman agility, strength, and speed. She wasn’t bulletproof like me, but her modus operandi was being somewhere else when the gun went off. That, and a fair amount of Kevlar.

A flurry of gunshots from my right; one ricocheted off my ear. Startled, I whirled around and tried to squeeze off a volley. Instead, my convulsive jerk on the trigger crushed the entire grip assembly. There are definite problems with being ludicrously strong.

“Fuck!” I bellowed in irritation. Chucking the ruined gun aside, I began punching out with my field. In less than a minute, the three nearest huts were rubble.

It was quiet for a minute or two, then a few crackles and screams carried from the front of the armory. I’d scared them off my end, but Veronique didn’t bother with scare tactics. Not to scare people away, at least. If they got close, though… well, you’ve seen cats playing with mice.

There was almost no warning at all. Everything got brighter – imagine the sun suddenly peeking from behind clouds. Except there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

I exploded the field out of my feet – wrecking my boots – and shot into the air on an angle, spinning like a curveball. I landed a full three seconds later, smashing down onto a tent, which collapsed around me. I scrambled for a moment, shredding cloth, still dazzled. Then I flipped over and burst the cocoon into scraps with a pulse of my field.

Remember what I said – that our opponents are allowed to be smart or dishonorable or lucky? Here was a prime fucking example of all three at once.

RENAMO was playing their ace in the hole. A paranormal that could affect light. Redirect it, disperse it, concentrate it. Doesn’t sound so bad, right? But consider – what if day suddenly became night for your forces, but not your enemies? Kind of a problem. And remember – a basic two-inch magnifying glass can torch bugs when the sun is up. We didn’t know how much area she could affect, exactly, but between dawn and dusk she had melted government trucks.

Oh, and our best guess put her at around fifty-five years old.

This wasn’t a time for farting around. I ran as fast as I could for the nearest building and plowed right through the wall. Had to stay out of sight. My entrance surprised some lurking militants, but it didn’t take long to to secure the space. Keeping an AK-47 on hand, I carefully peeked out a window toward the arsenal.

Dammit, she wasn’t supposed to be here! We’d never have mounted a daytime assault otherwise. The radio exchanges Clyde intercepted had put her retreating west to Odzi… Well, that’s counterintelligence for you. Sometimes you get suckered. Of course, it was hard to be philosophical about such things when you were in imminent danger of being vaporized. At least Clyde would let Thame know what I’d seen, so he could pass it on to the rest of us.

Weird shadows and strobes made the air shimmer over there. They’d have to be careful, too much heat could set off the ammo. Heat and light shouldn’t hurt Veronique, I’d think. Although… air heated up to a plasma would conduct. That’s what lightning was, basically. Which might hurt her… shit. Guesses, that’s all anybody had these days. Heck, for all we knew the “Senorah da Luz” had other powers we didn’t know about.

I sure thought hard for a second about getting closer. Veronique was a teammate, but there was no camaraderie there. Still, for all I knew, Thame was sending Val that way right now. I couldn’t take the chance.

Much more carefully than before, I made my way back, shifting from cover to cover. I got in a brief firefight with some normals, but not having to keep my head down much is a hell of an advantage. I made it in under five minutes. By then everything was dark, like late afternoon or heavy overcast.

Except for the spot shining like an arc welder that swung about, casting crazy shadows in the square. Each time it barreled through Veronique she hissed and dodged. Apparently it could hurt her. More like a taser prod than a mortal wound, though, if I was any judge.

I finally spotted the Senorah escort vip in an alley to one side. Jesus, she was small; nutrition in rural Africa wasn’t like in America. She looked more like sixty-five to me. A RENAMO handler crouched next to her. It was hard to get a good bead, the shifting light left wobbly trails in my vision; I wished I still had my sunglasses. But if I could give her a good shove with my field, we could knock her out and take her with us. Without her help, RENAMO would fold. And Thame was hoping to recruit her anyway.

I took my time, lining up my shot. Then a brilliant scintillation dazzled me for a few moments. I blinked my sight clear, squinted and raised my hand…

Her throat exploded. She dropped like a puppet with the strings suddenly cut, and her head lolled back in a way that clearly indicated she didn’t have a spine in her neck anymore. The handler whirled, but all that meant was the second shot got him in the chest instead of the back.

While I watched, numb, Potiphar stepped into view from the alley beyond, and pumped two more shots into each of the corpses, just to be sure. Fuck he was good. I hadn’t a clue he was sneaking up on them. He cocked his head for a moment, probably listening to Thame berate him, and stalked off to the north.

What made it worse in a way was how the whole scene brightened up. A second dawn, almost, as the sunlight went back to following sane trajectories. If it had been a movie scene, you’d have heard a choir – the monster is destroyed!

But she was just an old woman, forced to do the bidding of the thugs who held her grandchildren hostage. I could see a puddle of blood forming under her from where I stood.

Things settled down soon after that. I’m sure a fair number of the insurgents got away on foot. They had no stomach for fighting us, really. Not after the hash we’d made of them over the previous weeks. Lacking anything better to do, I resumed my post behind the arsenal.

A few minutes later, Colin swooped low and hovered above me. “‘S’all over. The sodding rebels all scarpered. Thame says hold the fort.” Then he hurtled off to watch the perimeter. I kept watch, mostly reassured. Colin would have said something if we’d lost anyone. I was pretty sure, anyway.

A truck stuffed with FRELIMO troops arrived about twenty minutes later, just when I was starting to worry about sunburn. While a handful of the soldiers gave me funny looks, the officer in charge affected not to notice I was ‘out of uniform’. I don’t know if he was scared of me, or if he just really didn’t want to talk to Veronique.

I brought them around front and waved her down. She just floated off. I formally turned the building over to the troops and hightailed it after her, back to the parking lot. Our chopper idled, the others gathered around, boarding it already. Colin chatted with our local liaison to the government forces.

More soldiers were fanning out to secure the area. They gave us a wide berth. Who could blame them? In the space of a month, we’d broken the back of an insurgency they’d been fighting for years.

Welcome to charming Mozambique. The Marxist FRELIMO had wrested control from the Portugese over a decade ago. Despite military and economic support from the Soviet Union, the place was a mess. FRELIMO had sheltered and funded insurgents in neighboring Rhodesia and South Africa. In return Rhodesia founded and financed RENAMO, the ‘Mozambican National Resistance’, which had been sabotaging and massacring ever since. After white rule ended and Rhodesia became Zimbabwe, South Africa took over the franchise. They’d been lending support and intel and training for eight years now, and at this point Mozambique was deeply fucked.

FRELIMO wasn’t exactly the side of the angels, either. Like most revolutions they’d started out with high hopes, but the civil war and economic collapse had eroded goodwill all around. “Re-education camps”, secret police… it was probably hard for most civilians to see much difference. Literally millions of refugees were trying to flee the situation. In the end, the government had more money, though. So that’s who we worked for.

I climbed into the chopper. Veronique’s Leyden jar was secured in a plastic frame – she didn’t have power lines to travel on out here.

Potiphar silently handed me a blanket, but the slight smile on his face said it all. Val made a little “Aw” sound as I wrapped it around myself and sat down. Well, not so little if I could hear it over the sound of the engine. I grabbed a pair of headphones and put them on so we could converse without shouting.

“You’re clear, mate,” Colin was saying from the ground; his helmet and facemask were patched into our channel. The chopper lifted up and rose swiftly. We vectored off to the north.

Val smirked, as usual. “Again you lose your clothes. Come, you do this to tease me, no?”

Under other circumstances, I might have blushed. Right now our banter was a tad forced. “Not my fault they can’t make a uniform as tough as me.”

Then Colin swooped into the still-open door. I was a little surprised. He could have flown all the way back to the capital, and he didn’t usually ride with us. “Love the haircut,” he quipped as he sat down.

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Ethilathain re-entered the bedchamber as silently as he had left it. But this time he did not expect Callia to be perched on the bed glaring at him with her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face.

“Just where did you sneak off to?” She asked, her eyes blazing.

He tilted his head and gave her a pondering look. “I did not wish to wake you, my precious one. You were sleeping so soundly. I left because I was hungry. I needed to hunt. I had not felt the exhilaration of stalking my prey in many a long year. Would you deny me that? It felt good to be out in the open, to spread my wings and to soar amongst the clouds. Surely you did not believe I would abandon you here.”

“No, but Jaz’rin alluded to it. He stopped in to check on me.” Callia murmured as her face turned red. She had jumped to the wrong conclusion all because of Jaz’rin.

“He is jealous, my sweet. He wants you all to himself, but he fears bringing himself to commit to you solely.” Ethilathain replied as he disrobed and sat on the edge of the bed. “He fears losing his freedom so he will do nothing until he can have both.”

“Then it is his loss.” Callia sighed. “I have no use for someone that indecisive. But I think it goes deeper. I think he fears what Amakiir would do to him for not fulfilling his mission the way he was supposed to. Jaz’rin was sent here to kill me.”

“He will not succeed. He will have to kill me in order to get to you.”

Callia smiled.

“Sweetest Callia,” Ethilathain murmured as he moved over to her and embraced her. “There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“What is it, Ethi?”

“It has been a long span of years since I have spoken of this.”

Callia turned around and cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly. What was he talking about?

“There is much about my kind of dragon that you could not possibly be aware of. Due to that fact, I’m not even sure where to begin. There are things you must know now that you have accepted me as your lover.”

“Talk to me.”

“I have the ability to scan a fairly large area for other dragons of my kind. I noted one. Its lair is in this very ruin.”

“Yes, I was aware of that. Jaz’rin told me after he scouted the place. He brought me a jewel he stole from the dragon’s hoard.”

“It was the only one I sensed. I believe that was the last living offspring I had left.” Ethilathain smiled.

“What did you do?”

“What do you think?”

“You killed it? Your own offspring?”

“Only the strong survive. I am the last of my kind. It makes me Lord of all Dragons.”

“How does make you feel?”

“It is the way I want it to be. I would not have killed him if I did not want it to be so. His hoard is now mine.” He smiled that hungry predator smile and flicked his eyes over Callia.

“Ethi, why are you looking at me like that?”

“There is more that you need to know. Have you ever wondered why my eyes are tri-colored?”

“Yes, I have. I have never seen a dragon with eyes like yours. Most have slitted reptilian eyes. Why are they like that?” Callia asked.

“My kind, the Obsidian, is the only one to my knowledge to have eyes like this and there is a reason for it.”

Callia cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing. She wanted to hear this.

“When my kind takes a mate, there is a ritual of sorts that we perform. Since I was imprisoned for all those long millennia and had no contact with anyone, the need was suppressed. Now that I have taken you as my mate, my lover, the need has surfaced again and the longer I hold out against it…” Ethilathain’s words trailed off as a tremoring shiver visibly coursed through him. Beads of sweat broke out on his brow. “I can not delay much longer.”

“What kind of ritual? What does it involve? And how does that concern the color of your eyes?”

“I have been through this ritual three times, hence the three colors. The colors signify my draconic mate. One was cerulean, another was turquoise, and the third mate was golden. It has always been through the ritual that has caused the color rings in my eyes.”

“What does the ritual involve, Ethi?” Callia repeated.

“To reach the next apex I must mate with you while in my natural form. It is something not spoken of to non-dragons. I must mount you.” His soulful eyes pleaded with her.

“You want to…MOUNT…me…Ethi…you can not. It is not possible! You are far too large and we both know I am not healed!!!!!!! You could kill me!” Callia shrieked.

“I have no choice, sia itov. To hold back is to die.” A shudder coursed through him once more. “Do not fear me, my sweet. You will see that it shall be possible. I can prepare you for the mating. You will not die!”

Callia shook her head, not knowing what to think. “Is there no other way?”

“For me, no,” Ethilathain shook his head, his blood beating heavy in his veins. It pulsed through him in an ancient, expectant rhythm. The mating escort bayan sarıyer of which he spoke to her was a mystical transformation to the Obsidian. He knew Callia could awaken him fully. Their passions were so closely matched, closer than any mate he had ever taken. He knew she would be the catalyst for him to bring true power into passion.

And he would share this renewal with her. He would give himself to her completely, and he hoped, she to him. His fate was in her hands.

“And what does the mating do for you? How do you reach the next apex?”

“My innate abilities become more powerful. If the mating succeeds as well as I hope because we are so closely matched in our passions, I may be able to bestow upon you some of my draconic abilities, but only for a short time. You well may able to soar amongst the clouds with me. I have never attempted this mating with a non-draconic female. Furthermore, I have not known of it ever attempted with a non-draconic mate, but I swear to you I would not see you harmed. I would willingly sacrifice all that I am in order to keep you safe. This is something I must do.”

“May I have some time to think about it?” Callia asked.

“Yes, I can give you that. I shall hunt some more. That may delay the need until you are ready to commence the preparations for the mating.”

“And will you explain to me in finite detail what all the mating involves? I need to know. I know my body will need certain preparations, but so won’t my mind.”

“Anything for you, my sweet,” he murmured.

“Do you know of any way I could achieve a dragon form, through perhaps polymorphing…or something along those lines?”

A thoughtful look crossed Ethilathain’s face. “Not to my knowledge. I don’t think it would work. We must be in our natural forms. You are not of draconic blood.”

“Dragons are magical creatures, am I not correct? Elves are highly magical beings. The magical weave sings to us, at least the ones that are inclined to listen.”

“And your point is?”

“That magic may work for us.”

“It will not, my sweet. You must trust me on this.” Ethilathain replied, “I will give you time to think.”

Ethilathain produced a small red orb from the leather haversack he’d brought with him from his cave. “This is a summoning globe. Smash it upon the ground and speak my name. I will come to you then,” he murmured before heading to the door. He gave her one last longing glance before opening it and then he was gone.

Callia let out a sob as her tears burned her eyes. She hadn’t been aware of them until he turned to leave. She didn’t know what to think anymore. “ETHI!” She bellowed as she bounded of the bed and threw open the door. She ran to the stairs and peered down at him.

“Yes, my sweet?” He smiled up at her.

“How am I supposed to think about it if you haven’t explained it to me? How can I decide when I don’t know what’s going to happen? Please, Ethi, talk to me.” Callia pleaded.

Another shudder visibly coursed through Ethilathain. His hands shook as he reached up to her. He drew in a deep breath and slowly released it. Callia took his hand and lead him back up the steps and back into the room.

“Keep hold of my hand and I will show you what the mating involves. Look deep into my eyes and behold.” Ethilathain whispered, staring deeply into the blue pools of hers.

Callia gasped as a vision took hold of her. It was like nothing she’d ever witnessed or felt. Was this magic? It was if she had stepped back into another time and place. Ethilathain opened his mind to her, allowing her access to his memories.

The dragons circled each other, a pleasing kaleidoscope of black and gold locked together in a slow and graceful yet utterly mesmerizing dance. The shimmering black one had to be Ethilathain. The black nipped the gold on the flank and together they soared into the skies. They twisted and entwined with sensual grace. Their movements flowed in time with the gentle whooshing of the wings. Higher they soared, swirling around each other, until they landed together upon a windswept mountain. The golden one winked at her lover and lifted her tail, beckoning him forward. A magical aura seemed to surround them, passing back and forth between them as they achieved each apex. Then at long last, the two took on an almost ethereal metamorphosis, together in harmonious bliss.

She noticed that the shimmering black dragon took on more on a powerful presence and his eyes which had been two different shades of blue sported a third ring of pure gold. Finally it seemed the dragons were at ease with one another, drifting into a restorative trance. Callia shook her head as the vision faded away, leaving only the tri-color of his eyes.

“Do you understand it better?”

“I think so,” Callia murmured. “But please explain to me what you showed me.”

“That was escort azeri Myanth you saw in the vision. She was my mate for over a thousand years. That was the longest time I have ever spent with any of my mates. The wizard who imprisoned me here killed her to spite me because I refused to surrender. Never have I witnessed a creature of such splendor destroyed so brutally. One spell was all it took.” He shook his head forlornly, “The mating is a blending of souls. Through becoming as one, we strengthen the feelings we have for each other. The mating is complex. It is beautiful, but is very exhausting.”

“Ethi, I want to help you with this, but you know I am not completely healed.” Callia whispered, as a single tear flowed down her cheek.

“I think I will be able to help you with that. It will be a part of the preparations we make for the mating.”

“Alright, then I shall think on it.”

O.O

Callia quickly donned some clothing. She needed to take a walk to clear her head and make her decision. She quickly exited the ruin and headed in the opposite direction in which they had arrived. She rounded the rear of the crumbling structure and noticed a patch of woods in the distance. It beckoned to her and she happily answered its call. To be surrounded by nature again, to let her feet fall upon the primordial heart of all that was green and fertile again. She longed for that.

She took off in a sprint, her powerful legs eating up the distance and as she entered the tree line, the sound of buzzing insects filtered to her ears. This stand of woods was alive. She noted small animals scurrying about as she ventured deeper into the heart of it all.

Callia inhaled deeply, smelling raw earth and fragrant scent of wildflowers. She twirled about, playfully frolicking, giving freedom to her Elven heart. Laughter flowed from her lips. If only Verrshaun were here to romp with her. He would enjoy this place.

Then she became awestruck as she moved through the trees and stepped into a large clearing. Lush warmth permeated her very being. A crystal clear blue lagoon dominated its center while dense foliage and leafy green fronds made for pockets of tempting privacy. Callia approached the water and sat down at the edge. She glanced around, reveling in the sanctity of this beautiful paradise.

She stripped of her clothing and tested the water. It was warm and inviting. She waded in and let out a throaty sigh. The aqua water caressed her as it lapped against for legs and thighs. How marvelous it felt and the view…It was utterly breathtaking. Off to her right, a small waterfall cascaded into the lagoon; its flowing sound was a soothing balm to any troubled spirit seeking peace.

She reached down into the shallow water and scooped up a few pebbles, awed by their color and smoothness. They were all bright blue. Never before had she seen anything like it. Idly, she tossed a few back into the water, watching concentric rings spread across the surface. The initial simple action of the stone hitting the water always caused more complex aftereffects. An analogy of my life, she thought.

The stone hitting the water was much like her first meeting with Ethilathain. Their coming together had been a quick, decisive action. The ripples of consequence were still reverberating through her heart and soul. So much had happened. Amakiir’s betrayal and Jaz’rin’s seduction… It seemed for her there was always a male at the heart of all her troubles.

And Ethilathain… Deep down to the depths of her soul, he had filled her. She had never sought such complexity. Yet she was in over her head. It had found her and wound its way around her, penetrating her to the very core. In her quest for complete independence and wholeness of spirit, Ethilathain had brought to her more enrichment of her feelings and made her even more entangled than she had ever thought she would be.

Ethilathain…

It always came back to Ethilathain. He had lived for centuries. He would continue on for centuries more even after the long span of her elven lifetime was spent. He would carry on. Full of memories of their life together. Memories…wasn’t that all he had of his past mates?

Callia choked back a sob as she smacked the water with her hand. She wanted him and wanted to be with him. But she knew it was not that simple. He needed her to get him through this pivotal point of his existence. He needed her…

Could she go through with the blending? Was she strong enough to withstand it? Did she not want him to be her mate? Need him, yes. Want him, yes. Crave him, yes. Love him… yes oh yes…Even when he was apart from her, she could still feel him inside of her, as if he was part of her. Ethilathain had grown within her like another seed of herself.

Callia had never put much stock in destiny before, but now she wondered. Were they truly meant to escort bayan sefaköy be together? She could not deny the pull he had on her or that it felt so right when she was near him. Nor could she deny the strange closeness between them. She could not deny the way they came together like pieces of a puzzle made whole, the way they fit.

A rustling of underbrush and the splash of water interrupted her thoughts and alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone. She spun about, the water rippling more fiercely and watched as Jaz’rin waded in toward her. Rage flared within his blazing crimson red eyes. What had angered him so?

“Jaz’rin…” she softly murmured.

He embraced her forcefully; a tiny cry escaped her lips before his ascended upon hers in a most cruel way. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back brutally, and kissed her hard, making her lips hurt against her teeth. Forcing her mouth open, Jaz’rin shook her violently, commanding her to kiss him back. Callia growled out a fierce ‘no’, forcing him to pull her hair harder with his left fist, her full right breast gripped in his right. She cried out in pain for a brief second before attempting to break his hold on her.

“Callia, please…I don’t wish to hurt you,” Jaz’rin murmured as he loosened his grasp on her. “Usstan ssrig’luin dos.”

“I can’t…,” she whispered.

Yet Jaz’rin assailed her with long passionate kisses, tenderly loving her breasts, and teasingly rubbing her pussy. Then he pulled her with him to the bank of the sparkling blue lagoon and gently laid her upon the soft green grass. He kissed her again, probing his tongue deep into her mouth. “Usstan ssrig’luin dos. I need you…need you.”

“Jaz’rin…I can’t…” Callia shoved him away and stood up. “I have made my choice.”

The dark elf sneered at her, following her actions. “You are a whore, Callia, a whore to power.”

She drew back her hand and slapped him soundly. “How dare you!” She screeched. “You are the whore, Jaz’rin. Amakiir bought you and has used you however he has seen fit. You are the one who toadies to the more powerful ones. How pathetic!”

His eyes turned red again. The glint of a knife flashed as it appeared in his hands. He barreled into her, knocking her to the ground. Callia grunted as the back of her head smacked against a rock protruding from the ground. It dazed her, disorienting her momentarily. That was all it took for Jaz’rin to straddle her torso, pinning her arms to the ground, holding the knife at her throat.

“Die, bitch!” He growled, as the blade took on a sickly green hue as poison oozed down the length of it.

It was in that moment the air became thick and heavy with the crackle of magic. It permeated every pore of their bodies, sinking in firmly. Callia screamed as the knife the dark elf held pierced her throat. His cry echoed hers as he began to shake, abandoning his hold on it. A seizure gripped him and he collapsed onto her, still firmly pinning her beneath his weight. He felt heavier somehow, as if changing. The long white hair took on a more silvery hue as his skin changed from dark to light. He lifted his head as the magic receded and glared deep into her blue eyes.

Callia gasped in horror. “Amakiir…”

A laugh so evil it sent shivers down her spine erupted from his mouth. “Ignorant fool…,” he taunted her as a globe of crackling white hot energy gathered in his hand. “DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE…”

His eyes flashed with heat as he aimed his hand at her heart and she froze as she felt it tug violently at her very life-force. It sucked at her soul, devouring her resistance. She was unable to move, unable to scream, and was utterly powerless against him. Her will dissolved, opening to the foul magic beseeching her.

A vision sprang into her head, a vision of days gone by. It sucked her in, claiming her fully.

The moon had risen high in the starry sky. Callia shifted against the warmth encapsulating her body. Intense desire that bordered on pain enraptured her. Her round firm breasts throbbed; her pointy dusky nipples tingled while her skin hummed with pleasure, dampening the mound at the vee of her thighs.

Amakiir was the architect of her arousal. He surged over her, the moon surrounding him with a halo of muted light. His handsome elven features were starkly sensual and starkly resolved.

She wanted him so much that she ached for it. “What have you done to me?” Callia moaned.

He did not speak. His fingers delved into her hair to capture her in his possessive, feral hold. His eyes did not leave hers as he sank his cock deeply into her honeyed snatch. Amakiir growled, pounding into her, reminding her who she belonged to. His possession of her became hot and determined, causing her to throw back her head at the sensual torture that was at once pleasure and pain. Pleasure from his skilled touch and pain from needing him so.

“What have you done to me?” she gasped once more as he silently answered her with ecstasy of his body.

The vision broke off as Callia cried out, her wail full of grief and want. Her eyes widened as the magic skittered over her skin, its sizzling heat engulfing her completely. It claimed her, taking total possession of her.

And then darkness was all she knew…

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Chapter 1

Elora kicked the guard in his balls. As he screamed in agony, she ran out of the tavern. She ran as fast as she could. Elora was an 18-year-old teen satyr. Her short black hair with a light blue stripe waved in the wind and the right side of her head shaved, with dark gray horns, light blue eyeliner, lipstick, light blue ring piercing above her right eye. She wore a black leather jacket, light blue crop top, and black pants. Her black hooves had light blue spirals on them and black and white fur covered her lower body. Her skin was golden beige. While Elora ran, her mind was racing. Elora was beautiful, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t know why she did. Elora just wanted to be normal, but she didn’t feel like it. She felt like she didn’t belong anywhere. They had kicked her out for causing problems before. This time, it was different. She didn’t look back until she got home.

When Elora finally reached the front door, she opened it, went in. Elora walked upstairs to her room and slammed the door. She was about to sit down and started crying. Her father, the one person who always loved her, was dead, and she didn’t know what to do anymore. She started packing up her backpack. No one could find her on the other side of the world. She could be alone. Suddenly, footsteps approached her room. She stuffed her things in the backpack as fast as she could. Then she heard a knock on the door.

“Hey Ela, are you ok?” a familiar voice said.

It was her friend Eirika. She opened the door slowly. Elora’s eyes widened in shock, and she quickly shoved her stuff into her bag.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I gotta go”, she mumbled.

Eirika looked at her suspiciously.

“Are you alright? Did someone beat you up or something?” She asked, concerned.

“No, nothing happened, I promise.” Elora said, shaking her and glanced away.

Her friend was a young gnome girl with short, messy brown hair. Eirika knew Elora well enough to know that she was lying. Eirika put her hand on Elora’s shoulder.

“you can talk to me, you know that, “she said.

Elora brushed her hand away and pushed her aside while exiting her room, not saying a word. Elora threw her backpack on her back and walked past her towards the stairs.

“Fuck you” Eirika yelled.

She was tearing up and angry at the same time.

“Walk away from your problems again, see if I care!”

Eirika yelled after her.

A single tear rolled down Eirika’s cheek as she watched Elora go.

Elora walked out of the building and started walking down the road. She noticed there was a cart in front of her. Elora thought that she probably should get a ride.

“Looking for a ride, young lady?” Asked a bald, bearded dwarf by the cart.

Elora just looked down at her hooves.

“Ok well, I’ll be delivering some wheat to Elatenae if you want to ride with me, you can join,” he said.

Elora just nodded without expression and jumped on. The bearded dwarf smiled widely and climbed on next to her. He whipped the bulls, and they pulled the cart. After a while, they were closing in on the town gate and there were two guards. Elora was looking around nervously. The bearded dwarf glanced over and noticed this, and asked Elora where she was heading.

“Oh, I’m uh… I’m just leaving the city… I’m taking an extended family trip,” Elora lied.

She felt bad lying, but she couldn’t tell him the truth. The gates were even closer now, and Elora sweat. She was thinking, what if they know they know I beat up that guard in the tavern? And she hid under her hood.

He turned towards her

“What’s your name?” He asked.

Elora was panicking, just looking at the guards, who now glanced their way. He looked at her and nodded.

“Well, miss… My name is Rakken, at your service,” he said.

They were now at the town gate.

“Where are you heading?” one guard asked.

“Elatenae” Rakken replied,

“Just delivering some wheat,” he continued.

“Right, right,” the guard said.

“have you seen a teen satyr girl, with black short hair, light blue stripe, and short horns?”

He said. Elora panicked as she heard those words. Please don’t notice me, she thought. She pulled her hood even tighter. The two guards were one female human and one male half-orc.

“Oh… yeah, I have… why?” Rakken responded to the guard.

He looked at Elora and looked back at the guards. They both seemed suspicious, and they both looked directly at Elora.

“Do you mind telling us why you’re wearing a hood?” The human spoke.

Elora gulped and looked at the ground. She was silent for a while. Guards were looking increasingly suspicious. Rakken looked at Elora.

“she is my aunt’s kid. She is awfully sick, very contagious. Best to stay away.” Rakken blurted.

Elora looked at him in confusion. Two guards nodded and said to keep moving.

Elora sighed and took off her hood. She looked behind them as Sarante, her hometown, left behind. She had never left the town before. Then she turned forward, looked at Rakken.

“Thank escort bayan ortaköy you,” Elora said.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Rakken replied and smiled.

The cart drove on.

“My name is Elora,” she said as she looked at her hands.

“Well, nice to meet you, miss Elora,” he said, smiling.

“Do you mind if I ask where you come from? I have never met a satyr before,” he continued.

Where do you come from? She thought of her earliest memories as she heard those words. She remembered sitting in her mother’s lap on a hill as she read stories to her. Her parents were kind to her, but she rebelled often. As she grew older, she found out that they weren’t her actual parents. Her parents were a middle-aged halfling couple, and they owned a little shop in Sarante. They weren’t rich or poor. They got by just fine. Every time Elora asked them, where do I come from, they were awkwardly ignoring her and changed topic to something like, how was school? Elora tried to make friends with people, but she soon realized how lonely she was, so she kept her distance, and eventually, she gave up on making friends altogether. Eirika was her only friend. Elora was often getting into fights, either starting them or ending them. Her parents had been patient and kind to her, but she had made her mother cry many times. Countless time she had stormed out of the house. Her father put her into a military academy to learn some manners, but after starting too many fights, she got kicked out. After that, she worked in many taverns and inns, eventually getting kicked out of all of them. Until earlier this night, as she was doing her evening shift, collecting empty pints. One guard visiting the tavern groped her ass from behind, saying hey pretty lady, and he ran his hands up and down her back. Elora yelled, kicked his balls and ran out…

And now she was here, sitting on a wagon next to a bearded dwarf, heading to Elatenae, a town unknown to her. Elora had only heard stories about Elatenae. She only knew it was bigger than her hometown. She stroked her shoulder, still feeling disgusted by the guard who groped her, and she cried. Rakken looked at her with concern.

“Hey, are you okay, Elora? Did someone hurt you?” he said.

His face suddenly became serious. He had a feeling something was wrong, but he didn’t want to pry. Elora shook her head yes and continued crying.

She sobbed. She couldn’t control herself as everything came rushing out.

“Am I broken?” She asked while sobbing.

The question confused Rakken.

“broken how?” he asked confused.

“Have I always been broken?” Elora replied.

And she continued crying uncontrollably. He didn’t know what to say. So he changed the subject and said,

“Hey, look it’s getting late, we should camp here for the night, we’ll arrive in Elatenae tomorrow late morning. You go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning, I’m sure,” he said.

He smiled at her and stopped the wagon.

“What about you? Don’t you need to rest, too?” She asked.

He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll manage,” he replied.

“Okay,” she said, wiping her face with her hand.

She looked at him and smiled weakly.

Elora lay on her bedroll, listening to the sounds of nature. There were plains around the road. She thought to herself, what am I doing? This is a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here. It wasn’t until she fell asleep that she thought about her mother again, and wondered if she was alright and if she was mad, and if she missed her. She couldn’t return after what had happened. She didn’t want to give her another reason to worry. It was hard to sleep outside. She was somewhere between awake and asleep. Suddenly she felt someone laying beside her and she jumped up, saw Rakken and yelled

“what the hell are you doing laying next to me? I don’t know you! You fucking pervert! You better have a good explanation!” She yelled at Rakken as she grabbed her bedroll.

“Look, i- ” he said.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Elora said, interrupting him.

She took the bedroll and placed it farther away from him. She closed her eyes and drifted into a dream.

Chapter 2

Elora woke up early. She wanted to see Elatenae. Rakken and Elora sat quietly in the wagon.

“Did you sleep well?” Rakken asked awkwardly.

Elora said nothing.

“Are we far from Elatenae?” She asked, turning away.

The wagon moved slowly. It was still dark. The sun hasn’t risen yet.

“Hey!” someone suddenly called out.

It surprised Elora. She turned around. A young orc man rode next to them. He had dark grayish-green skin, long brown hair and one tusk sticking out of his mouth from the left side. He was wearing an iron chest plate that covered his left chest, a shoulder plate also on the left side, and a simple furry loincloth on his waist that barely covered him. She could see his enormous chest and abs muscles. He had swooned her with his looks.

“H-h-hey,” she stuttered.

She couldn’t think straight escort bayan rus as she was admiring him.

“When do those pants come off?” She said.

Oh no, did I say it out loud? She thought to herself and blushed. The orc rode his horse next to the wagon. She noticed the sword strapped to his saddle and also noticed the ax hanging from his side. Also, she licked her lips as she noticed the tribal tattoo on his left chest. He looked at Elora and said,

“Ouch…you’re ugly…” he said and laughed.

She was shocked, but then she giggled.

“well look who’s talking. You are so ugly your mother wouldn’t even recognize you,” she said.

He laughed again.

“so does it mean you like ugly men?” the orc man replied.

Elora blushed. She was thinking of what to respond with.

“Elora, I think we should…” Rakken interrupted her.

Elora ignored him.

“So, big boy, is there room for one more on that horse?” She asked the orc man.

Winking and showing her tongue at him.

“Of course, hop on.” He said while grinning at her.

Elora giggled. She grabbed her backpack and jumped onto his horse behind him.

“Let’s ditch this loser, ” she said, pointing at Rakken, who looked concerned.

They rode towards Elatenae, leaving Rakken to dust. She gripped the orc man, her chest pressed against his back and her arms around his waist and her hands feeling between his legs.

“If we are going to get nasty. I should at least know your name,” the orc man said seductively.

She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “call me Elora.”

“Elora,” he said, smirking.

And then he turned and kissed her. She moaned into the kiss.

“Don’t you think we could fool around here before we arrive?” she whispered in his ear.

He stopped the horse and lifted her like she was a feather and threw her on the grass.

“Naughty boy, aren’t you?” she said and laughed.

And then he took off her leather jacket and threw it away. Suddenly, she got up.

“My turn,” she said, grinning at him.

She pushed him onto the ground. Jumped on top of his waist.

“Have you ever done it with a satyr?” she asked.

While she kissed him all over his face, neck and felt his chest and abs with her hands.

“No, never,” he replied.

Elora laughed, took off her light blue shirt. Her tits were big and perky, and her nipples were light brown. She started kissing his chest and abs, slowly going down. She looked at his crotch, noticed his bulge, and smirked at him.

“Looks like someone is ready,” she said.

“maybe we should take it easy before we get rough,” Orc man said.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me,” she said, smiling at him.

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch, and she started feeling it through his loincloth.

“Now I know you’re not afraid,” she said, smiling.

“But don’t you go grabbing my hand mister, I like to take charge,” Elora said, winking at him.

She turned her gaze towards his crotch and slowly took off his loincloth. Elora pulled them down and gasped.

“Wow, I have never seen such a gorgeous dick!” she said, while licking her lips.

Elora looked at his cock and smirked at it. Elora have had boyfriends, but she had never seen such a big dick. It was thick and dark green. She measured it with her hands and admired it in astonishment. The tip was round, slightly bigger than the man’s. She put her hand on the tip of it and caressed it with her thumb, and it amazed her at the firmness. While smiling at him, she stroked it.

“I have never seen so big dick and I have never had an orc dick,” she said.

“Can I have a taste?” she continued.

As she licked her lips.

“I don’t think so,” he replied.

“come on… Please?” she pleaded, pouting.

He sighed and nodded his head.

“Yippee!” she exclaimed like an excited schoolgirl.

She crawled towards him and on top of him and kissed him once again. She stroked his dick while kissing him. Elora grabbed his dick tight and began rubbing it, and his cock grew even bigger in her hand. Elora bit his bottom lip and then pushed him onto the ground and faced his big, thick, dark green cock.

“Let’s have a taste,” she said.

And took the tip in her mouth and looked at his face. She rolled her tongue around the tip of it and sucked his dick in and out, licking her lips. As she looked at his face, Elora saw his grin, seemed like he enjoyed it. She took him deeper in her mouth and started bobbing her head. He groaned loudly. She looked at him and smiled.

“This feels good, huh?” she asked.

“It does,” he said, nodding.

“Babe… you can… hold my head… it’s ok…” she uttered while sucking his enormous cock.

He grabbed her head with his hands and started moving her head faster on his cock. Faster than Elora expected and her eyes widened and she was shocked, but she didn’t complain. Her mouth was full of cock. His thrusts became faster and faster and harder. She kept her mouth escort bayan etiler occupied and working. His cum dripped from her mouth as she gagged on each thrust. She held his thighs tightly, her nails digging into his green skin. She was working hard, and after some time, she could reach his balls and she started massaging them slowly. As she fondled his balls, his cock was completely in her mouth. She was gagging and cum was flowing from her mouth. She kept sucking him. He groaned, moaned, and punched the ground. He could barely keep it anymore. She wrapped her arms around his muscular legs while her mouth went up and down on his gorgeous cock.

Elora finally released him from her mouth after some time.

“You taste so sweet,” she said, wiping the saliva from her mouth.

He was sweating profusely and panting heavily. She smiled and rubbed her lips with her finger.

“I’ve been dying to lick this thing since I saw you,” she said.

“But babe, can you hold on a little longer? I love sucking your enormous cock, ” Elora said, while stroking it hard with her hand and pulling at it.

“Yes please baby, I need more,” he said while moaning loud

She put the tip back in her mouth and began sucking it again, this time harder. He was moaning louder and louder until he was screaming. His body convulsed, and he came… his cum filled her mouth completely and as she took his cock out of her mouth, he kept cumming on her chest. The amount of cum that came from his cock shocked Elora. Elora opened her cum filled mouth, coughed a little cum out, but looked proudly at the orc stud. She gulped, swallowing his entire load.

“I swallowed it all,” she said while smirking at him.

Then she looked at her cum covered tits and stomach.

“Look! What a mess you made,” she said.

Winking at him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Sorry about that. I lost control,” he said.

He winked at her. She smirked and teased him.

“Yeah, you sure did, ” she replied.

Then she lay on the grass next to him, still covered in his cum. She was tired, but happy.

“That was one hell of a first date, wouldn’t you say?” he said

And they both laughed. Elora rolled on top of him, played with his chest hair while looking at him seductively.

“I would say so,” she said.

She kissed him lightly on the lips and ran her hands through his hair.

“You owe me. Next time you make me cum, babe,” said Elora, while kissing his chest.

“Also, now that I have tested your giant cock, I would like to try something else with it, ” she said.

“whatever you want, beautiful,” he said.

“I have never tried anal, have you?” Elora asked.

His eyes widened.

“What?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I haven’t, have you?” Elora asked.

“Of course I have,” he said.

“There’s nothing wrong with anal, but I don’t do it,” he continued.

She giggled. He blushed and rolled her on top of him, and kissed her passionately. She lay on top of him while the sun rose in the distance.

“I mean we don’t have to do anal, but aren’t you curious, babe?” Elora asked.

She massaged his abs and chest.

“Also, you just fucked me sore and I still don’t know your name, mister. I can’t keep calling you big boy, can I?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Well, what shall we call you?” Elora asked.

” I think you should call me, Master.” He said.

She giggled.

“Master huh, okay master, ” she said, and they kissed.

They spooned, he laid behind her. She could still feel his cock hard, pressing behind her back.

“Are you ready for the second round?” The orc said and kissed her neck.

Elora said nothing for a while. She looked sad, but he couldn’t see.

“You are the best,” she finally said.

And kissed him on the cheek.

They lay there cuddling together until midday.

“Ever had a threesome?” he asked.

“No, not really why,” she said.

“Well, I have these two friends, men, and I think they would love to meet you,” the orc said.

“I dunno,” Elora said nervously.

“Come on, could be fun,” he said.

“Alright, if you say so.” Elora said, smiling shyly.

“I’m thinking you aren’t such a tough gal after all,” said the orc.

Later that day, in the tavern room, the orc and Elora met his two friends. Gordo was a dwarf, dark-haired, buff guy. He was very nice. Max was a very skinny blond guy. And the orc hunk Elora had just met.

And in the middle of them, Elora was on her knees. They were all naked and ready for her. She looked innocent in the middle of them and small compared to them. She felt nervous, but also excited, wiggling in front of them. All the men were stroking their cocks while looking at Elora eagerly.

“Damn man, she is fucking sexy,” Gordo said

“She is pretty cool. You are right, mate,” Max said.

“So what happens now?” he continued.

“Well, you’ll fuck her, but she will go first, because she has never done it before. You will make her feel good. She gets to experience things she has never experienced before,” the orc responded.

“Oh Wow, this is new to me, ” said Elora.

“I have never been the center of attention. You all look like handsome boys,” she continued, blushing.

“Well, now that you have seen how hot guys we are, we can’t have our precious baby being shy, now can we?” Max said, while giving Elora a wink.

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It happened one day while Actaeon, son of king Kadmus, hunted with his friends and companions, the youth from the palace, that late afternoon found them equally distant not only from their home, but also from the end of the hunt.

So it was that Actaeon bade his friends stop, for the day was almost done. “Our weapons and nets are drenched with the blood of our kill,” he said. “Let us clean and sharpen them so that, on the morrow, we can continue the hunt anew, refreshed and ready. we have sported enough for one day.”

A short time later, Actaeon, restless and excited from the thrill of the day’s hunt, arose from his sleeping skins and took himself into the forest alone, mayhap to find tranquility amongst the songs of the nightbirds, the quiet rippling of the nearby stream, the soft caress of the evening breeze through the leaves and bushes.

It came to pass that, having gone some fair distance from the encampment, that sounds of laughter from tiny voices and the splashing of water caught his ear.

Curious, he pushed his way through the brush until, cautiously parting some branches near to a pool, he gazed upon a scene of wonder and beauty that not only caught his breath, but roused in him feelings he had not experienced for many a day.

For there, frolicking in the pool, diving beneath the surface of the pale blue water and standing beneath a cascading waterfall were five–nay!–six young maidens with skin as white as ivory, and long black hair that clung like tendrils to the smoothness of their wet bodies.

And, as he watched in the glowing sunset, escort bayan güngören there appeared a more wondrous sight—a woman beautiful and tall, standing a good head taller than those who sported in the pool. She it was who strode from a nearby cave, her form wrapped with a loose-fitting garment of white cloth, her feet shod with sandals of leather, while in her hands she carried a bow and quiver of arrows.

Actaeon grew short of breath, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of the woman who stood not more than ten feet before him, and yet he kept himself well-hidden in the brush.

So taken by her beauty, the gracefulness of her form, the striking musculature of her arms that he felt his ardor rise and within moments his manhood pained to be released from the confinement of his loincloth.

For a moment he turned from the scene before him and loosened his cloth. Hard and swollen, its length throbbing with desire, his staff sprang free.

Once more he parted the bushes with his hand, once more gazed he upon the beauteous creature beyond.

Now she sat upon a rock and gave her bow and quiver of arrows to one of the nymphettes who attended her. Another bent down and loosened the sandals, drew them from the huntress’ feet.

Actaeon’s eyes widened, and he knew he was about to gaze upon the woman as she took her bath. It was all he could do to keep himself quiet, and he knew he should turn away, creep into the brush and let the woman bathe in secrecy.

But he could not.

Unable to escort ukraynalı turn away, he drank in the splendor of the woman’s beauty as the fingers of his free hand entwined about his rod, and he knelt upon the grass to steady himself.

Looking up, he saw that the nymphs had begun to untie the knots of the two straps which were fastened on her shoulders.

…and Actaeon’s mouth opened expectantly while his hand began to move back and forth slowly upon his stiff member, feeling the pulsing of his life’s blood coursing through the veins…

…as the two halves fell away, disclosing the woman’s full, defined breasts like two succulent pears resting against her flesh, their tips taut and erect, swollen and pink…

…and Actaeon’s rod swelled all the more as thereupon he did rub his hand a bit faster, squeezing the thickness of it as his eyes devoured the statue of flesh before him…

…as the woman rose and her garment fell away, revealing her full splendor—the sweep of her alabaster back, the tautness of her round buttocks, the sweep of her long, striated thighs and calves. And then she turned a half-turn and revealed the dark triangle of her sex, that spot of beauty, that vale of delicacy, that crevice of love—

Actaeon pulled harder upon his scepter, and a sudden ecstasy swept over him faster than he could imagine. Before he could stop, or slow the process, he exploded his seed into the bushes before him and from his lips escaped such a moan of delight that the sound carried to escort bayan merter the woman’s ears.

With a cry of surprise and horror, she reached for her bow and arrows, but they were not to be found. Accompanied by shrieks of terror, the nymphs clustered around the woman, attempting to hide her beauty, but such was not to be, for she towered above them, her two breasts glowing brilliantly with the red-orange of the sun.

Then Actaeon rose from his hiding-place, hurrying to replace his quailing pike, and he saw the last of the woman’s naked form as she leapt into the pool.

Moments later, her head reappeared, her countenance red and furious as the setting sun. In an instant her hand splashed into the water, a shower of it erupting from before her and onto the shore, cascading over the kneeling form of Actaeon who began to ask forgiveness.

“Begone!” spat the woman. “And, if you can, tell all that in your folly you have dared to watch the goddess, Diana, unveiled.”

Actaeon took that moment to turn and dart into the thicket, his skin tingling with a strange sensation he’d never before experienced.

On and on through the brush he ran, branches lashing across his face and breast, stinging and paining him until, at length, he saw the glowing fires of his encampment.

As he drew near, he passed by the stream.

He stopped.

Stared at his moonlit reflection in the water.

It was not a man he saw.

It was a stag.

His eyes widened, his nostrils flared.

He started as he heard the barking of the hunting dogs as they caught his scent. Looking towards the encampment, he saw them bounding towards him.

Turned to flee. Felt a burning in his shoulder, the tearing of flesh, the smell of blood. Another hound upon his back, a third upon his leg.

Then a darkness—not the night—
ended the curse of Actaeon’s flight.

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It was all hyperbole of course. The idea that the Empire could encompass a thousand universes was optimistic at best. The whole concept started when a physicist in the seminal days of exploring the multiverse, by the name of Isaac Stein, postulated that our universe was in direct contact with a thousand universes.

His basic theory was correct, and then some, but it was also flawed in the fact that either we couldn’t attempt to explore or had no reason to explore many of those universes.

For starters, a good chunk of those universes didn’t follow the same rules of physics that our universe followed. The atoms of a person entering that universe would simply collapse onto themselves leaving a pile of goop for a millisecond and then disintegrate. Of course, his ship would also be a pile of goop, disintegrating shortly thereafter.

Then there were universes that had no matter, no stars, no planets, no nothing, just an endless void. Yet, in the end, hundreds of universes did exist in close proximity to our universe, they followed the same physics, had matter, had stars and galaxies, and more importantly, planets that could sustain humans.

The best of those worlds were little more than rocky planets that we could terra form, without liquid water but with the capability for it. A planet which already had life on it, or even the possibility of nurturing life in its distant future, were protected. The reason being that if some civilization had colonized Earth just before the first single cells of life emerged in our primordial ooze, we certainly wouldn’t be around today.

Some would ask, what about visiting systems in our own universe? The simple answer to that is Kinetic energy. The more men learned about the universe, the more they understood its limitations. Faster than light travel, whether it be Warp Drives, Jump Drives, etc, were all impossible. In fact, the fastest ships could only travel at .333 C or one-third the speed of light.

Faster than that was problematic since the human body did strange things at those speeds, as did all mass. Life couldn’t be sustained at higher speeds, and the kinetic energy requirements were astronomical.

So traveling to other universes were the only option, and experimentation on doing so started at the end of the twenty-first century, with the first ship proceeding into a wormhole early in the twenty-second century.

So when man finally reached out to the stars, it wasn’t necessarily the stars that he had looked to over his primordial campfire.

The Imperial Palace

Xho Shi walked the darkened halls of the Imperial Palace without restrictions. Sensors in the doors and walls communicated with her implants identifying her as a person of status and giving her liberty to enter even the most reserved sections, ones that were once allowed only to the Emperor and his immediate staff.

The color of the silken silver robes covering her tight bodysuit wasn’t just arbitrary. They denoted her social rank, and the length and style of her hair (long and free) announced that she was, or more correctly, was an Imperial concubine. She also wore silk ribbons in her hair, red and maroon, which were the family colors of the Xho clan.

She was thin with straight black hair, and she was also tall, which was atypical of her heredity. Most of the Imperial concubines were tall and thin, a testament to the tastes of the now deceased Emperor. Along with her height, she had certain enhancements procured at an early age to please this Emperor. They were prerequisites easily bought and paid for by a family as rich and powerful as the Xho.

It wasn’t considered unusual for a woman from such a prestigious family to become an Imperial concubine. The fact was that all of the Imperial concubines were from prestigious families anxious to win Imperial favor, and also to procure an heir which would show favor to the young girl’s family.

On her home planet she was considered inordinately attractive, but so too were all of the other tall, thin attractive concubines that once vied for the attentions of the now deceased Emperor, and who were now on there way back to whatever system they had once come from. That was all except the concubines who had given the Emperor a child, and that list was brief, consisting of just two names, one of which was Xho Shi of the Xho clan.

Xho Shi thought it ironic that just recently she had been considered persona non grata in the Imperial palace. So much so that she had been exiled from Earth, the Imperial seat, and had spent the last three plus years back on her home planet, intentionally distanced from her young son.

Now that the Emperor escort bayan beyoğlu had died, and her son was destined to be Emperor, she would become, if she played her cards right, Empress Regent. The Emperor presumptive, Xho Shi’s son, was still only eighteen, still considered a minor, and couldn’t be crowned at Emperor until he reached his Majority at the age of twenty-one.

The problem was that she still had plenty of enemies in the Palace, the dead Emperor’s wife being the most evident and the most powerful. It would take some intrigue, and greasing of the right wheels, but she was determined, and prepared to do anything required.

Thanks to the interference of the Empress Dowager, and though she had been in the Palace a few days, Xho Shi had yet to be alone with her son, only seeing him on formal occasions. She was now on her way to take the first step as she headed down the hallway in the direction of the Aeolian Guards standing in front of her son’s apartment.

As she neared the Aeolian Guards, the Emperor’s red uniformed protectors, she knew that this would be her first test. For they were more than mere body guards. They were reputed to yield prodigious influence, not only in the running of the Palace but also in installing onto the Imperial throne whom so ever they preferred.

If she could win them over to her side, she would be one step further in her goal. Xho Shi approached the guards cautiously while trying to portray an air of outward confidence.

At the time of her exile, she had been deemed by the Queen to have an undue influence over her son.

“What undue influence?” She had protested at the time. “I’m just trying to protect my son from the snakes and rats that occupy this Palace.”

It had been an unfortunate outburst, one she regretted afterward. By doing so she had displayed the same overly protective nature that the Queen had accused her of having. She had learned an important lesson.

The Empress Dowager, who had only born the Emperor one child, a son, Zonig, who died fighting in what was to later be known as the Pugilist Rebellion. Some speculated that after the first years of marriage the Emperor never again had relations with his wife.

That lack of a legitimate heir had made the concubines inordinately essential. The Emperor had to have a son, even if it was a concubine that bore it.

Even before Xho Shi returned from exile, she knew that the disposal of the Empress Dowager was essential. In Xho shi’s mind, there could be only one Empress, whether it be Empress Dowager or Empress Regent, and it was imperative that she, Xho Shi, be the last one standing in the upcoming fray.

As she neared the door to her son’s apartment she was so deep in her own thoughts that she hadn’t noticed that there were not the usual two guards, but instead three, and the extra one standing at the door was the captain of the guards, a good looking man who was known to be of all brawn and no brains.

This deployment struck Xho Shi as an obvious ploy by the Dowager to isolate her from her own son.

“Good morning Lady Xho,” the captain of the guard greeted her professionally.

“Good morning, Captain. I hope you are doing well.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for asking. Might I have a word with you in private ma’am?”

“In private? What seems to be the problem, Captain.”

“If you would, please ma’am.” The Captain insisted and then escorted her down the hall to a separate waiting room, one off the main hallway which was reserved for visiting dignitaries.

As they entered, Xho Shi realized that the room was empty.

“Captain?” She said to him stiffly as he closed the door and looked at her.

“I just wanted to tell you that I found something of yours this morning,” he said as he handed her something, palming it so as to hide it from view.

She didn’t have to look at the article that he placed in her hand to know that it was a diamond earring whose absence she had only noticed that morning.

“Thank you, Captain. Where did you find it?”

“In my quarters.” She shot him a look, and then she looked up at the cameras mounted in the ceiling.”

“Relax,” he said smiling. “I turned off all the monitoring equipment.” She nodded at him to acknowledge her foolishness.

“Where?” She asked showing him her closed fist.

“By the bed.”

“I should be more careful.”

“That’s always a good policy. Also, I need to thank you. The package arrived at its designated location.”

“The package is from my family, but last night was…different.”

“It was nice. I hope I wasn’t too rough. escort otele gelen It’s been a long time.”

“I had no complaints.” She smiled a knowing smile. “Is that why you came to greet me or was there something else?”

“No, that was it.”

“Oh, I thought maybe the Dowager sent you.”

“I have, to be honest, she’s voiced some concerns, but they’ve fallen on deaf ears.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Let’s just say your plight has not gone unnoticed by the Guard.”

“Really.”

“Yes. And I think you can gather what my personal feelings are. Now that that’s settled, if you want I can announce you to the Emperor?”

“That would be wonderful. I haven’t had any time alone with him since my return.”

“Then let me not take up any more of your time.” He opened the door to the dignitary room, and she walked out into the hall.

The room in the Imperial apartment that Xho Shi entered was the formal greeting area, decorated in dark purples and golds, the Imperial colors, and in velvets and velours that made the place look more like a brothel than the Emperor’s apartment

It fit more the tastes of the old Emperor than the new, but then again the old man had only recently passed. Only on further inspection did she recall them, it being twenty years since she first stepped foot in the place, and after she had gotten pregnant, she was never again requested into this inner sanctum.

She had gotten quite far into the apartment unannounced, unnoticed, and unmolested, but as she walked into a back hallway, a bedroom door opened she was greeted by a young effeminate boy with slicked-back hair, and a condescending air about him.

“Oh good morning Lady Xho,” he said unsurprised by her entering, and though he spoke to her with familiarity, she was unaware of ever laying eyes on this creature.

“Do I know you?” She said returning the condescension.

“No. But I know you. One cannot work for your son, and not know who Lady Xho is.”

“She was flattered by that revelation, though she knew it wasn’t intended as flattery.

“And your name is?”

“Elan, ma’am.”

“Again, even the word, ma’am, was meant as a barb.

“Elan? Like the French word?”

“Yes,” he said surprised by her perception.

“But you are not French?” She noticed a slight accent in his speech, and though he had taken great pains in disguising it, she knew the accent and where it came from.

“Hardly.”

“Okay, Elan, where is my son?”

“The Emperor is indisposed…”

She raised a hand to cut him off. “He is not the Emperor. At least not until he reaches his majority, and calling him such is not only incorrect but dangerous. Secondly, I didn’t ask you if he was indisposed or not, I asked you where he was.”

“He’s in the bath,” Elan said with some hesitation.

“Lastly, Elan, if my son is underage, then that makes me the Empress Regent. Do you know what that means?”

“I think I have an idea, but I believe that title can only be given by the Senate if I remember the Empire’s constitution.”

“Just a formality, Elan. Now leave us. I have important matters to discuss with my son.”

Elan turned and headed out of the apartment. He tried to do so aggressively, but it only looked farcical. Xho Shi smiled at such a display and then made for the door to her son’s room.

This room was brighter in silver and white, and with much lighter fabrics, most of them man-made.

She could hear singing in the adjoining bath, and she stood at the door to hear her son’s voice. It was good and clear, one she had only heard in speeches since her return.

The boy entered the room, nearly naked except for a towel around his waist. He was a good looking boy, though not exceptionally so. His body, on the other hand, was exceptional.

“Elan?” He asked not seeing who had entered the room. Again, she had hope in her heart, upon hearing the voice ring clear, the speech annunciated.

“No, Tolem, it’s me.”

“Mm-mm-mother?” There it was, what she had feared. His stutter, he hadn’t grown out of it. Her heart sank.

“Yes, Tolem, it’s me,” she said coming into the room.

“Where-where-where is Elan?”

“I sent him away.” She crossed the room until she was only steps from him.

“Why-why-why?”

“Elan is an agent of the Empress Dowager.”

“Wha-wha-what? Wha-what are you talking about?”

“Tolem, forget about him. Let me look at you. My gods, you have grown.”

The boy just nodded his head and smiled instead of stuttering.

“And so handsome.” She was very close to him now looking escort bayan kağıthane to see if she was having some effect on him. “You don’t mind if I slip off these robes, do you? They’re so uncomfortable and formal.”

“No-n-n-no.”

Without breaking eye contact, she undid the clasp at her collar and gracefully slipped the robes off her body, exposing her inner attire, which was a white satin and lace, corset/bustier, and black leggings that were so tight you could see, if you looked closely, the outline of her camel toe.

“That’s better. They are so confining if you know what I mean?” She laid the robes on a nearby upholstered chair, then turned to him and closed the gap between them until she was just inches away.

“Let me look at you some more.” She put her hand on his naked chest, and she caught him once or twice sneaking furtive peeks at her cleavage.

She smiled. She had thought so. Ever since she returned, she had felt him staring at her, and then when she met his gaze he would turn away. She realized immediately that she could use this.

“You’ve been working out,” she said running her hand down his chest until it stopped at his stomach. He was more toned than muscular, though it was not a body that one would have naturally, not without exercising.

“Sa-sa-some.”

“Well, it shows.”

“You-you-you look great your-your-your-self, mother.”

“Thank you,” she said and then undid two of the hooks and eyes that held her corset, revealing more of her bosom. “This outfit is too tight. I’m afraid though that unlike you, all of my enhancements are medical. Don’t judge me. A girl has to look good as she gets older. Don’t you think? It’s all vanity. It’s not like I have any suitors.”

“Th-th-th-there must be someone?” She knew he was trying not to look at her, but regardless, he was seeing more and more of her breasts which were being mechanically being pushed up by the corset.

“No, Tolem. Mommy is only here for you,” she said as her hand rested on the knot in the towel that kept it from falling. “Let me look at the rest of you,” she said, and quickly undid the knot and pulled the towel off of him.

“Ma-ma-mother!” He yelled and reached for the towel, but she had already thrown it onto the bed.

“Oh please. It’s not like I haven’t seen you before,” she said holding onto him. “Who changed your diapers?” She asked, but actually she hadn’t. She had women to do that at the time, but why quibble.

As he tried to cover himself, she could see that he had a massive erection. She had been right. She pulled him close and eyed him up and down.

“Such virility. You really have become a man,” she said as her hands held him close, and examined his body. One hand went down his leg, and the other held him by his waist.

“Mom,” he said as she felt between his legs and cupped his balls. He didn’t stutter then, she observed.

“They both fell. That’s good. Wouldn’t want a hernia,” she said as she lightly squeezed his nuts. At that, his demeanor went from startled, to acceptance, to pleasure. That must feel good, she thought. And then her hand reached up and gripped his cock.

“OH Shit!” He muttered, but he didn’t pull away or tell her to stop. She began to stroke him.

“That feel good, Tolem?”

“Mmmmm-hmmm.”

“Have you had a woman yet, Tolem?”

“Na-na-na-no.”

“You like looking at mommy, don’t you Tolem?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

“Would you like to see some more?” She asked stroking him ever so lightly.

Without waiting for an answer, she reached up with the hand that was around his waist and started to undo the rest of the hooks and eyes that held her corset together. Now he could see all of her breast except her nipples. That would come soon enough, she thought.

She started to stroke him faster. “You like that, Tolem, don’t you?”

He just closed his eyes and nodded his head.

“You will do anything mommy tells you to do, won’t you Tolem? As long as mommy keeps doing this for you.”

Again, he just nodded his head.

“You should see what mommy can do with her mouth. You would like that, Tolem, wouldn’t you?”

Again, the quick nod of his head.

“Mommy will do that for you next time if you do what mommy wants. Okay?”

“Yesssss, mommy.”

“Are you going to come, Tolem?”

“Yesssss, mommy.”

She undid a few more hooks on the rest of her corset until her breasts were totally exposed, even the nipples. She then got down on her knees and placed his cock between her tits.

“Come on mommy’s tits, Tolem.”

He looked down, saw his cock between his mother’s wonderful bosom, with her nipples pink and round, gave a grunt, and then shot his load all over them.

“Remember,” Xho Shi said as she held his cock between her tits, and it rocketed seamen into her chest, up her neck, and into her face. “Mommy will let you come in her mouth, next time. But we have to be united together.”

“Yesssss, mommy.”

“Good boy. Now get your mother a towel, would you.”

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◈ Chapter 118:

The crowd only seemed to grow louder and more bloodthirsty as the Ranker sentenced those put before him, the prisoner’s screams on hearing their fate barely heard over the cheers, the volume rising with each mention of the ‘pit’, fists thrust into the air, the square echoing with the roar until chants of PIT! PIT! PIT! were rolling across the space in waves.

Elzodium didn’t react in the slightest, he may as well have been in private for all the attention he paid the excitable crowd, casually waving a paw for the next prisoner to be brought forward before reaching out for another fist full of candies from his harem.

The line wasn’t small but, eventually, the longboat full of prisoners had all been sentenced, some sentenced with just a grunt and the word “pit” by the lazing Ranker, but all given at least a word. The last was dragged away and then the crowd was left with nothing to cheer, only Elzodium yawning, as though he couldn’t care less that he was surrounded by tens of thousands of people, resting his paw on his chest as he slouched in his giant throne.

The Ranker’s eyes closed and everyone watched, waiting for something to happen.

Instead, the Ranker began to softly snore.

A few awkward minutes of murmuring passed by with the crowd wondering if their Ranker had really and truly just taken a nap and forgotten all of them were there. But then once they realised that was exactly what had happened they slowly began to dissipate. The energy that had charged the crowd a moment ago subdued as they realised they weren’t even an afterthought to Elzodium. The excitement was over.

Which was fortunate as Lyra was on her last legs, panting and sweating as she hung onto Opal, hands on the Goblin’s shoulders as she tried to keep herself upright and the crucial wool space Skill active.

Rain was more than a little worried. If Lyra fainted right now he would be trapped inside, and if she did not wake up quickly, well, he would most likely die. He could climb free of her wool, but the problem with that was he would be immediately attacked by the bloodthirsty crowd of levelers, and more importantly the Ranker.

He held no illusions about the strength of Elzodium and his chances against him. He might have had hard-fought success against Bane but there was no guarantees with this one, especially as Elzodium was the Ranker of an entire Mega City and presumably far far far higher leveled than a mere town Ranker.

He couldn’t leave, so that left him stuck and hoping for a snatched chance to escape out of view before the sheep girl collapsed.

It seemed that he had made the right choice as the crowd rapidly disintegrated, the many streets that fed into the square syphoning it away in every direction, the varying species eager to get on with their day.

Opal was leading the way now as Lyra was focusing on just staying conscious, carefully winding her way around escort bayan fındıkzade and by the flows of people. Luckily Opal seemed to understand that they were in a dangerous situation and was moving Lyra along quickly, Rain’s recent near-death experience clearly leaving an impression on her.

They made their way through the streets and then through alleys until they found safe haven, an empty alley amongst a cobweb of deserted alleys well away from the heaving city streets, the buildings tall around them and muffling the sounds of the city. The sheep girl stumbled across the cobble as she was part carried, barely hanging onto Opal’s shoulders.

Then with shaky legs she slumped against the wall.

“O-Okay Rain y-you can come out now.” she managed to get out between breaths.

Rain, waiting on the other side, heard her, but he didn’t move. His eye was peering from her black wooled thigh and had just caught sight of a number of levelers entering the far end of the alley.

“Wha-what are you waiting for?” panted Lyra, her voice directed at her wool covered arm.

“Levelers,” hissed Opal, watching the group of levelers approach and causing Lyra to look up in surprise.

There were three of them. One a Lapine, that is to say a black-furred rabbit folk with chevron styled clothing, and the other two Human, two men in scuffed leather armour.

Unlike other Lapine that Rain had seen this Lapine looked… significantly rougher. Old scars that hadn’t been treated with healing potions made long ragged tracks in his fur and there were many triangular knicks and knife cuts on his ears. He was the same as the two men in that way, like they’d seen a lot of fighting with blades.

They carried themselves casually, cocky in their self confidence, as though they owned everything they walked on. It only took a moment for Rain to get the impression that these three were part of some kind of gang.

Their steps slowed as they approached and paws and hands came to rest on the pommels of blades hanging from hips.

The Lapine eyed Lyra.

“Do you know what dye is little sheep?”

Lyra’s head wobbled as it moved, breath coming in pants.

“Wha-?”

“You’re a white wooled half-woollie-half-elf, there aren’t that many of that mix around. A little bit of dye and you’re nice and disguised. Which is likely a pretty important thing to be doing if, hypothetically, there were a large bounty on your head. It’s the first thing I’d do, and since I’m me, a dyed half woollie is also the first thing I’d be looking out for. Right, Lyra Bellerhorn?”

It took Lyra a few seconds to grasp what they were saying but when she did the outrage seemed to give her life and she straightened from the wall, taking a half step toward them.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying!? Half woollies are being attacked randomly? Even those masöz bayan who have nothing to do with that bounty!? Those who are a completely different shade of wool!?” She looked on the verge of tears. “Innocent half woollies being harassed or worse killed?! No! No…That- that can’t be…”

The gang seemed taken aback by her sudden emotional outburst.

“Interesting reaction to the name,” murmured one to the side. He drew steel, the blade making a terrible metallic scrape as it came free from his scabbard.

The Lapine who had spoken followed his example, flicking free a scratched up short sword. “You know, it’s not like I don’t see your point of view girl. But fifty thousand gold in a city like this? There are gangs making marks of half woolies everywhere. One of us is gonna tag the genuine bitch at some point and get minted, just a matter of time. It’s a competition over our rivals see, we can’t let them get the real mark first or it’d be all over for us, that gold could fund an army.”

“That’s- that’s – all because of… I- I don’t want it to be like this!” Lyra seemed genuinely upset that half woollies were being targeted. Verging on distraught, her fists curled at her sides. This could not be allowed to go on.

“Now, I know you may not actually be her, but it’s just not worth the risk of letting slide such a prize on the off chance you are.” The Lapine smiled showing a shiny silver tooth. “Course if we can’t bag anything better than you I’m gonna try my luck dying your wool white and delivering your body to the lord like that.”

Tears in the corners of her eyes, Lyra gave the Lapine a defiant look.

“I’m not going to let you go after anyone else! Or-or well, that is, he isn’t, he’s going to stop you!”

The gang paused and glanced around, clearly wondering if there was somebody else sneaking up on them as there was clearly no male with the girls. The alley remained deserted however and their eyes returned to Lyra who was now holding her forearms together in front of her chest in an expanse of black wool.

“Care, she’s trying to make a play using her Class. Let’s just end her already,” snarled the Lapine, nose wrinkling in irritation.

He whipped his blade up and slashed down at Lyra, a diminutive sheep girl against a level empowered sword blow, impossible to stop, the blade meteoring down, air rushing, her knees shaking, eyes wide.

“RAIN!” cried Lyra, and a massive paw tore from her arm fluff and engulfed the Lapine’s entire head then ripped him off his feet and dragged him inside of her wool in one violent motion.

It took less than a second. The gang member was there, and then he wasn’t.

The remaining two gang members didn’t seem to have registered what had just happened, their gaze wandering from the muddy cobble where the Lapine had stood then up to the shaky hyperventilating sheep escort bayan bağcılar girl.

“I- I’m sorry! I- I can’t just let you go around killing random half woollies! I- I’m sorry! He’ll make it quick, p-probably!”

She took a step forward.

“What is this? Illusions? Is that your Class? You hid him from sight, that’s all.” One of the two remaining spat wetly to the side and lunged for her, blade stabbing for her still held up arms.

The blade came on, but then disappeared inside a massive paw along with half his forearm.

The man screamed as he was dragged inside, the noise abruptly cut off as his head vanished into the boiling cloud of fluff, and then he was all gone.

The last of the three clearly thought differently of his comrade’s bravado and immediately turned on his heel to run, his sword falling from his hand to clang and clatter against the cobble, shoes slapping stone as he fled for his life.

He managed four steps before a small green leg was extended out at the perfect moment, colliding with his foot and sending him crashing to the ground in a heap, the air forced from his lungs in a rush with the impact.

He flailed at the cobble for a moment before scrambling to his hands and knees, frantically trying to crawl away.

His motions came to a sudden halt however and he sprawled across the ground once more as something latched onto his ankle.

The man turned horrified eyes back on Lyra and found her crouching on the ground, arms wrapped around legs, and a huge black arm emerging from her billowing wool, a huge black arm that extended across the ground and was latched onto his ankle.

The arm began to retract.

“N-No NO! NO! NO!” screamed the man as he was hauled across the ground. He clawed at the cobblestones with his fingers, using his level empowered strength to hold on.

It didn’t matter. One by one his fingernails snapped off and he was left scratching frantically at the ground with bloody fingertips as he was inexorably drawn toward the terrible fluff.

“Uhm, I’m s-sorry! J-just let it happen!” said Lyra, trying to comfort the man.

The man screamed even harder at that, that is until his head disappeared inside the wool, his arms and blood soaked fingers outside clutching at the ground for a moment longer before suddenly spasming and going as limp as wet rope.

His flopped arms were dragged fully inside.

Lyra’s face was as pale as a sheet, and she looked at her black wooled arms in an extremely unsettled way. Her paleness wasn’t entirely due to the sight of seeing three gang members disappear into her wool of course and the exertion of holding the Skill together for so long abruptly crashed home causing her to stagger across the cobble, barely keeping upright.

“Rain,” cried Opal grabbing at the sheep girl’s hips and trying to stop her from falling, “Sheepy’s going to lose it! Get out quick!”

Opal kicked the sheep girl’s hoof, momentarily pressing her legs together, and her wool boiled outward, a huge head ripping free from the dark along with paws and a chest then body as Rain crawled free of sheep girl’s cloud of wool.

Just in time too as her wool washed to white as his tail flicked free.

Lyra collapsed. Unconscious before she hit the ground.

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Origin of the Story

I had played late into the night and my eyes were killing me. I wanted to sleep, but not until we had downed the boss we’d been fighting all night. An empty liter of Mt. Dew sat on my desk, mute testament to my desperation. I hadn’t touched the stuff in almost a year…until tonight.

I admired my ‘toon. Her graceful movements and fighting style were a big part of the reason I’d rolled a female character, even though I’m a guy. And here she was, just resurrected after another raid wipe, riding her Zhevra through the grim landscape of Blizzard’s latest content. What a life our ‘toons must lead, dying and coming back again and again to face a nearly unbeatable foe week after week.

I’d considered writing fan-fiction about my the adventures of a WoW ‘toon for NaNoWriMo this year, but wasn’t sure how it would be received. Surely there were much better things that I could write, and I was equally sure there were more than enough fan-fics out there without me contributing.

And here we were again, listening to the raid leader over Ventrilo describing what we needed to do to finally defeat this boss. I paid attention as best I could through my flagging consciousness. When the time came I stealthed my rogue and slipped around behind the boss to deliver a punishing opening move. After that it was a blur of action/reaction, the rotation of the keys, the movement of the mouse, all in time to the cadence of cool downs and energy availability. The fight was going long (again) and we were going to wipe (again) if we didn’t deliver more damage per second. I popped a potion and a trinket cool-down and prayed for a swift end to this virtual battle.

The killing blow fell, the boss toppled slowly. His last words voiced by one of Blizzard’s finest and recorded for this very moment. My monitor flashed with the achievements earned by our Raid and Guild for this victory and then flashed once more for no apparent reason.

I was too tired to care. I thanked the Guild leader for the invitation, and said goodnight over vent as I logged out. It was almost midnight and I was really glad tomorrow was a holiday so I could sleep in. I didn’t even bother looking for my pajamas, I just stripped to my boxers and climbed wearily into bed. I was out before my head hit the pillow, escort bayan çapa the last thing I saw before sleep took me was the image of a beautiful Night Elf female that I used as a desktop wallpaper.

I dreamed as I slept. I had anxiety dreams about work, dreams about returning to military service, even the dream where I’m in my forties and back in High School and I can’t remember where my classes are or what my locker combination is. Then the dream world flashed like it sometimes does and I was moving through the deep green light of an enormous forest. Each of the trees was the size of the Giant Sequoias, some even larger. There were owls hooting softly as they flew in search of prey, big cats prowled at the edges of my perception and enormous spiders lurked in the undergrowth. I moved, unafraid of these threats, confident in my own abilities. A small settlement revealed itself through the boughs of the great trees, obviously this was my destination.

I was greeted at the edge of the village by what can only be described as an anthropomorphic tree. It was easily thirty feet tall with a flowery beard and gnarled bark-like skin. It’s joints creaked as it moved and the ground shook with the weight of its footfalls. I knew it was not a threat to me and so rode forward toward the Inn. Rode? I looked down between my legs to find I was mounted on the back of a very large saber-toothed cat. I rode directly into the building and the cat disappeared, not unusual, I often dream that my mode of transportation diminishes or disappears entirely. I ran up the stairs, past the innkeeper and jumped onto a huge bed with ornately carved head and foot-boards. As I lay down, the last thing I saw before sleep took me was a beautiful Night Elf reflected in the dark glass of an inn window.

The Shift

I was jerked rudely awake by the shrieking of my alarm clock! I had forgotten to turn it down before going to bed last night and now I was wide awake, sitting bolt upright in my bed. My room came into sharp focus which is odd because it was still dark, and I am near-sighted. I blew my hair out of my face (didn’t I donate that a couple of years ago?) and reached into my boxers to scratch my balls. Surprisingly after a few seconds of fumbling escort gecelik around I found them to be missing along with my penis. My pulse quickened, and that terrible gnawing fear that tends to dwell deep in my guts sprang into action. “HOLY SHIT WHERE’S MY JUNK?!?” I shrieked in a voice not my own. I must still be dreaming, I reached deeper into my boxers seeking answers and found what felt like a deep wound. In my panic I began to hyper-ventilate. “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” pounded through my skull with every beat of my accelerated heart-rate. My breasts (??) heaved with every panicked breath, no, not a wound…

A vagina.

I think I must have passed out, because when I woke up again my pulse and respiration were back to normal. I lay very still, taking stock of my situation without opening my eyes. I was still wearing the boxers I went to bed in, I lay half exposed, with my blankets bunched up around the middle of the bed. My feet hang off the bed, even though my head lays firmly on my pillow. Tentatively, I slid my hand down my belly and into my boxers, knowing full well what I would find there, and this time mentally prepared. Not a bit of body hair, not a bit of male genitalia, yep, that’s definitely a pussy between my legs. Deep breath, move the other hand upward from the flat belly over the ribs and up onto the firm mound of breast. Found the nipple, yep definitely attached to me, must be mine. Pleasant bit of sensation from my nethers as one hand absently explores this new anatomical feature. The nipple under my fingers grows erect and gets tingly as its sister on the other breast does the same.

I take a chance and open my eyes. Though the room is lit only by the power lights on my pc, I can see details clearly. I lift my head and look down at the twin peaks standing proudly over the valley of cleavage between them. At least my tits are perky and firm! And, oddly enough, a lovely shade of light blue with blue-violet areola and nipples. The exploration of my crotch was going well! So far I’d found a very sensitive little bundle of joy right at the top, and a very inviting passage just below that keeps getting wetter and wetter the longer I explore. The feeling is indescribably delicious!

I lay on my bed

long legs escort bayan florya spread in abandon

two fingers buried

The haiku comes unbidden. Riding the building wave of sensation, feeling the warmth spread from my nipples and my pussy and thinking to myself, this is way better than jerking off ever was!

When the release comes it’s powerful. Conscious thought is rendered impossible. The force of it crashes through me like a tidal wave and I can do nothing but writhe in ecstasy until my body is done.

I lay panting, covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. When I can think straight I roll out of bed and ditch my now soaked boxers. I stand naked in my room for a moment and realize that the pointed tips of my ears brush the ceiling. I must be nearly seven feet tall! The next thing I realize is I have no pain! My back feels great, my sinuses are not throbbing with pressure, even that persistent ache in my right buttock has disappeared! This isn’t just a transformation, it’s a whole new body. I kneel down and rummage through my clean laundry hunting for something to wear. I settle on a big, soft blue tee-shirt and a pair of black pajama shorts.

Breakfast and a cup of coffee later and I’m still a female Night Elf. I’m not surprised anymore, and to be frankly honest I’m more at home in this form than I ever was as a man. Sure, the breasts take a little getting used to, but on the up-side there have been no awkward moments with my genitalia. Come to think of it, there have been no awkward moments. Even though I’m significantly taller than my little house was built for, there have been no head to door-frame or ear to ceiling fan incidents. I know that I could conjure up my armor and weapons from “inventory” should I feel so inclined, but for now I’m happy just to hang out in my pajamas and settle in.

I have often joked about being a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. It would seem now that I am no longer “trapped”. I’m not sure how many women would find love in a seven foot tall, blue package, but for the time being, a mirror is an awesome companion! Every time I pass a mirror I can see my reflection checking me out. That’s right, narcissism of the first order! It’s okay to love yourself as long as you don’t expect everyone else to love you, too.

I suppose at some point I’ll have to go outside. About the only things in my wardrobe that will fit me are my double xl tee-shirts, pajamas, and boxers. All my pants are too short, and none of them really work with my new hip to waist ratio. Until I have a better idea about what’s going to be acceptable, it looks like I’m strapping on my leathers.

Thus ends part 1

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