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Chapter 2: Dinner Date

She had gotten ready, taken her shower, putting the water cool. And they had met downstairs, she wasn’t sure why she had dressed how she had, wearing a dress she had only bought to wear when she was alone. She loved dressing up on nights she had the house to herself, and putting in one of her movies, special movies. She usually ended up on the floor in the front room vibrator buzzing away as she screamed out her pleasure. The dress was black, skimpy, it came to her mid thigh, she had worn no bra, the dress had a V neck and showed off quite a bit of cleavage. It also showed off that great ass, just little spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders.

Tim came down the stairs, and froze when he had her insight. “Wow mom, you look great” He said, and tried his hardest not to get aroused, with absolutely no luck. Moving into the living room he slid his hands into his pants and adjusted so it wasn’t noticeable. Using the excuse of getting his shoes from the closet in there though. “You ready to go mom?” He asked once he had his shoes on and had entered, she was also wearing thin gray nylons and high heals, her make up was conservative, unlike the dress, but it made her look nice, instead of the trashy look that more make up might have given her.

“I am ready, why don’t you drive?” She offered him the key’s, picking up her purse. He snatched afyon escort the keys, he loved driving. It was one of the few things he truly enjoyed, other than spending too many hours on his computer.

“Of course I’ll drive” He smiled and moved to the door, pushing it open and slipping out into the cool evening air. He moved to the passenger door, unlocking it and opening it for her. She smiled at him, taking his arms gently with her hand.

“Are you going to treat me like a woman tonight?” She asked softly, smiling at him still.

“I always treat you as the most beautiful lady in all the world” He nodded his head at her, and she kissed his cheek, slipping into the car. He blushed a little and moved around, getting in the drivers side. His mom owned a nice 99 Honda accord.

“Don’t speed” She warned as he pulled out a little to quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t thinking” He said quite honestly, well not about the road. Glancing at her he noticed her dress had ridden up a bit, and he could see that … holy shit, she was wearing no underwear, he could see a bit of the brown hair down there. He turned away as he felt his cock strain even more against the slacks he wore. Afraid he’d break them open.

If he thought she hadn’t noticed his arousal in the house, or that she didn’t notice it grow at this moment, he was aydın escort greatly mistaken, it was again making her damp to think she could get him so aroused, but she tugged her dress down gently, covering herself up once again. And demurely crossing her legs. They arrived a few minutes later, not talking in the car, neither trusting themselves too talk.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” Tim told her once inside, and slipped away. He needed relief, bad. There was nobody in here, he slipped into a stall, and did his best to be fast, it took him about two minutes to cum in the toilet again, this time biting his lip so he made no noise. He slipped out and the hostess showed him to their table. He sat across from his mother, they were in the back, near the kitchen. But not too near, in the corner, where you couldn’t really see them, and nobody could hear them except the waitress when she approached. His mother had already decided what she was getting.

“I looked over the menu, I think you’ll like the fettuccini or this dish,” pointing it out on the menu for him.

“That does look good, yea, order me that,” he let her order when the waitress approached, just smiling at her faintly, he knew her from school. She was usually nice to him. Dinner went by quickly, they hardly talked at all, both still quite … aroused and disturbed by what was going ağrı escort on between them. It was wrong for her to do anything about it, she knew that much. He didn’t care, in all honesty, he had thought it over long ago. He had decided that as long as they had no children then there was no reason other than social taboo that they couldn’t make love. With his mother it would always be making love, because he loved her dearly.

The ride back was silent, until they were passing the rental place. “Want to get a movie?” His mother asked, and he pulled into the parking lot.

“yea, that sounds fun.” It was Friday so they didn’t have to worry about how late they stayed up. They got out and moved into the rental store, going through new releases.

“Let’s get a couple,” Margaret said, “We can stay up all night watching movies.”

“Now that really sounds like fun,” Chris said with a nod, “Why don’t I pick three, and you do the same?”

“Alright” His mom answered and moved off, she wasn’t sure why she, with two movies in hand, slipped into the adult doors. She didn’t pay attention to the couple of guys back there, as she moved through. She finally decided on a movie that had a title which didn’t give off it being porn right away. It was called simply, ‘That night.’ She slipped back out and found Tim. “Ready?” She asked and he simply nodded that he was, as they both walked toward the counter. Another ten minutes and they were at home, she had the movies on the coffee table, putting in X-Men, one that he had rented.

“Let’s go put on something more comfortable,” She told him and slipped up to change clothing.

To Be Continued…

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Part 03: Class Reunion

Yep, I am successful

Thanks to my editors kenjisato and Sahararose. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.

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“Filipe,” I called my husband, “I just got an email about my high school reunion.”

“Oh? What’s it say?”

“It asks if I intend to attend next year. Oh, it was sent over a week ago to my old account.”

“You think they know who you’ve become?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Is there any way you can find out?”

I thought about it for a while. “I can call my folks.”

A few days later, my folks called back indicating that while the exhibitionist, Becky Sue, is well remembered, they don’t think anyone knows I am a movie star now. Filipe and I spoke for a few days, and we finally decided to attend. Kelly said she would like to meet my folks, and she could watch the kids while we attend. I had Filipe make the reservations, including the ‘penthouse’ at my hometown hotel. In truth, it was just a wedding suite with a connecting pair of adjacent rooms. We would have Kelly and the kids in one, and the other would be for play. A few days later, I sent a reply indicating my husband and I would attend.

We alerted our agents of our ‘vacation’, so we would not be needed on set during that time. I had several bit parts, and one Nigkala Tale film. Filipe had a few bit parts, and was the leading man’s wingman in a film. I explained to our son we were going to see my parents, and that he should call them grandma and grandpa, unless they said otherwise. I said nothing to our twin daughters, since they were still suckling.

Filipe and I discussed what we should wear for the event, as well as for roaming about town. At my folks’, I figured comfy clothes would be best. I told Kelly to pack a fancy outfit or two, for some time off while we visited with my folks. By this time, Filipe knew of my exhibitionist past there. So he encouraged me to wear something just over the line. I wound up making a little black dress that stopped an inch too short in front, allowing all to view just enough of my vagina to want more. It sat a bit lower on my hips, and even farther down my butt. The dress was also sufficiently transparent that you could see my nipples through it, albeit shaded by the material a bit. It had small cap sleeves that barely covered my shoulders, but I had thin, white leather, elbow length gloves. I ordered a pair of white leather thigh high boots with three-inch heels, along with a thick white leather belt with silver trim. The purse was zebra-striped leather. For earrings, I had a pair of stylized daggers and a silver choker embossed with the name Nigkala in cuneiform.

While I had less experience designing male outfits, I made one for Filipe. It was much more colorful than my outfit, yet still classy. The embroidery made it a country-style suit, with a rather fancy vest and jacket. It was big city style, but obviously custom, yet understated. I offered to make something for Kelly and she jumped at the chance.

The day finally came to leave town. The paparazzi clearly knew we were traveling when they saw the luggage, over half of which was for the kids, but we lost them at the airport. In the middle of boarding, the girls decided they were hungry, so I just took off my shirt and grabbed them, putting one on each upper breast. The crew was awkward around me, but we just ignored my exposed breasts. Kelly got our son squared away, and prepped areas for the girls. Fifteen minutes later, they were sated, and I helped her settle them in their places. I then strapped myself in, having ‘forgotten’ to put my shirt back on. Filipe took advantage shortly after we departed, and started sucking on one lower breast. Kelly leaned in from the other side and took another. I just made sounds of contentment.

Half an hour later, we got the all clear to get up and go about the cabin. We watched the clouds go past below us for a bit, but we wound up having sex with me sitting on top of Filipe. Kelly masturbated. When Felipe and I finished, I ate her out.

When we finished, I walked up to the pilot, “Does this plane had an autopilot?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m still horny, and if you want to do me, turn it on and come on back.” I then turned around and went back to my seat.

Less than a minute later, he came back. He saw Kelly and Filipe groping each other, and then decided to pull out his dick. “No, strip. I’m naked, and so you should be.” He hesitated, then gave me a what-the-hay look and shed his clothing. After coming in me twice, I told him, “Time to go back up front. I don’t want to go to the wrong destination or, worse, crash.” He grabbed his clothes, dressed, and went back. The whole time, he didn’t say a word. Curious. I got dressed before leaving the plane.

After landing, we got in the rental SUV. It was large enough for all of us with room to spare. Filipe drove, as I need a custom driver’s seat due to my size. Kelly and I settled in back escort taksim with the kids to keep the chaos down. We drove nearly an hour to get to the hotel. We checked in easily, as it was close to a week before the event. As I was wearing comfy ‘mom’ clothes that mostly hid my breasts’ shape, and carried the girls, no one recognized me. Kelly carried our son. We were shown to the penthouse, and Kelly and I immediately went to the adjacent room with the cribs and started setting up the nursery. Filipe orchestrated the luggage. It was late enough that we decided on an early night. Kelly went into the nursery to put the kids to bed while Filipe and I undressed and got into bed.

Half an hour later, Kelly walked into our room naked and left the nursery door open. We watched as she crawled into bed with us. As we had sex earlier in the day, we just spent the time cuddling and occasionally changed positions. When one of the kids needed attention, Kelly or I would get out of bed and see to it. Early in the morning, it was barely light when Kelly got up for the kids; she just closed the door behind her and spent the rest of the night in her bed.

We enjoyed the next day lounging about the suite, calling for room service as desired. The kids loved getting all of our attention. The next day, Kelly and I went to the mall, leaving the kids with Filipe. A few people recognized me, and I chatted with them while Kelly shopped. We went to a tanning salon and relaxed as we tanned. We called it a day after three hours before getting in the hotel’s courtesy car. The driver took us to pick up our pizza, and we enjoyed it at the hotel. The next day, my folks came to meet the kids and Kelly Fischer, our nanny. Ma and I chatted and gossiped about everything local. Da and Filipe talked about my career, and Kelly chimed in from time to time.

The next day, Filipe and I went about town, and I introduced him to the dojo I had worked at. The sensei instantly recognized me. “Becky Sue, stick around a bit. George, take over the class.” We spoke for a good half hour. After a bit, he asked, “Do you want to get a little exercise? An advanced class starts in a few minutes.”

I looked at Filipe, and he said, “Go ahead. This should be fun to watch.”

I smiled, “Got something for me to wear?”

“Maybe.” I followed him into the office, and there in a display was my old outfit. He unlocked it, and handed me the outfit. I stripped and then tried the outfit on. While I did that, he hurriedly closed the blinds. It still fit. I folded my clothes and put them in the case. He locked it and we went back out. “Go warm up; I’ll introduce you to the class.”

He called them over. “Class, over there is a former student of mine. Ms. Tate is now a master herself. We will show you what serious sparring looks like.” When he saw I had finished, he motioned me over. “Becky Sue, meet my advanced class. It seems some of them think they know something. Care to join me in showing them they are wrong?”

“Sensei, I would be honored. Freestyle? See who cries uncle first?”

“Sure.”

“In that case, George, would you referee and start us?”

George looked at his boss and accepted. We moved to our starting positions. He raised a hand and held it between us. Then, calling “Begin,” he dropped his hand in a chop and backed off.

We started with simple stuff, but at a fair clip. I matched the last class’ level to begin, but after two or three combinations I sped up a bit. He did the same. After a minute, we each started adding more complex moves. The class was clearly interested. When I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to flip him over my head, they gasped. The sensei just took it in stride as I had telegraphed my intent to do the move as I had back when we developed it. After another minute, he signaled the reverse move, so I made a play that gave him access to grab me. Instead of being pulled past, I launched myself into the air to flip over him. More gasps. We continued to up our game, pulling punches that were not anticipated, but usually going full force. When he signaled he was at his limit, I asked, “Had enough?”

“Yes. You have bested your teacher. Again.” With that, he stepped back. I, on the other hand, did a backflip to land a pace away as well. We then both bowed to each other, then to the ref. The class gave us thunderous applause. When it died down, he said, “Class, Ms. Tate also knows a number of ancient weapons, and is pretty good with them. While I am sure you would love to test yourselves against her, we don’t have time. George, take over a few minutes while I say goodbye.” We went back to the office and I put my clothes back on.

“That was fun. I’m glad you asked. Think they caught that most of that was choreographed?”

“Possibly, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t do most of that stuff unless you’re good. And the flips? They will be hard-pressed to duplicate that, even if they team up to do it. That takes a lot of strength. Size helps, too.”

Filipe chimed escort topkapı in, “Yeah. Her roles require her to be in top form, and she pulls all sorts of trick moves that look impressive.”

“At first, I didn’t want to watch the films, as I am not into watching sex. But I couldn’t resist the call of the clips I saw on the internet. I just had to see the fight scenes. Becky Sue, some moves are over the top, but not all that much. And it looks so real; I am hard-pressed to see any stunt doubles.”

“That’s because I don’t usually use any. Between my size and shape, it is hard to find a body double. With my skill, I haven’t gotten seriously hurt on set yet. Besides, the weapons are blunted. I’ve had plenty of bruises, but even this fight we just had might have given me a bruise or two.”

“Yeah, I’ll be sore tonight. But what a fight. It’ll be worth it with the renewed drive my students will have.”

We parted, and back at the hotel, relaxed for the rest of the day. The next two days we gave Kelly off, since Filipe and I would stay there. I had also passed the word that I was staying here and for people to drop by these two days if they wanted to visit. When the clerk called up, I would take the call and go down and meet them. If it was a group, I took them to the main room and introduced everyone. If it was a single guy or gal, and I got a horny vibe, I instead took them to the other adjoining room. There, I suggested we relax. I then would undress and lay on the bed and ask if they would like to play awhile. My ability to read people was good, as everyone chose to play. After coming several times, and when he (or she) was tired, I got dressed and had them do so, as well. When we were ready, I went through the connecting door, where I introduced everyone. After a minute or two, Filipe asked me how many orgasms. I would casually reply with a number. No more was said of it. By the time they left, they understood ours was an open relationship.

The next day, we took the SUV and visited my folks most of the day. Tomorrow was the big day. While Kelly took care of the kids, I spent most of the day at the spa getting pampered and preened. I got my nails done, my hair done up, and finally got back to the hotel. There, we had a light dinner then got dressed. I made sure Filipe could see my vagina when I was standing. At the right time, we went down to the entrance and got in our limo. When we pulled up to the school, I made sure Filipe got out first. He reached out his hand to help me out, and I took my time, allowing everyone to see my vagina. We went arm-in-arm, totally ignoring that my vagina was still on partial display. We stood around and chatted for half an hour before going to the dance floor.

We would have danced cheek to cheek, but his cheek was at my lower breast level; so instead, I just pressed it into my breast and petted his hair. On the third dance, he pulled the side of my dress in to expose a nipple and started sucking. On the fourth, he pulled the other side in to suck the other one without covering the first. Rather than dance a fifth song, I just followed him to a sturdy chair. He sat down and pulled out his erection. I just sat down and guided it in and proceeded to slow grind on him. He played with my nipples, and we talked quietly. When I felt enough people were watching, I sped up. He, in turn, started counter thrusts, pounding me harder. Our conversation became grunts and other sounds of pleasure. When he deflated, I got up and got us drinks. He put his dick away. I returned, lower nipples still out and aroused. I sat down next to him.

A few minutes later, he wandered off. Before others could, I said, “That was a nice fuck. Don’t you all think so?”

One of the girls replied, “Becky Sue, you are such a… a… Slut!”

“Yeah, but a sated one. At least for the moment. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two.”

“Why you! I never!”

I looked at her and realized she was rather turned on by me. “But while I wait, why don’t you eat me out. I promise it is tasty.” I dipped my finger in my vagina and held it out to her. I looked her in the eye and said, “Go on, give it a try.”

She reluctantly leaned in and did. “Um….”

“It’s okay. I like girls, too.” I then crooked my finger and pointed to her, then my vagina.

Even as she said she shouldn’t, she came closer and finally put her head between my legs. I spread them good and wide to give her room. I pressed her head in and said, “Lick it good. Get all that juice. Clean me up good.” Once she started to relax, I reached down with my other hand to fondle her breast. When she was done, I raised her head and leaned down and gave her a kiss with a bit of tongue. She responded with her tongue before she realized everyone was watching. We broke the kiss. “Thank you.”

She backed off into the crowd, and I just sat there chatting with others with my legs still wide open. A few minutes later, someone came over and asked me to be decent. “Sorry, escort şirinevler I can’t help it. I like sex.” The woman huffed off into the crowd.

A guy sat next to me and pulled out his dick. “You want to ride me?”

“Sure.” I got up and sat on him, again positioning him in me. While I had sex with him, he pulled both sides of my dress in on the upper breasts exposing all four. After we finished, I excused myself to clean up. I went into the lady’s room in the hallway off to the side. When I came out, there were four guys about my size or even taller. I went to pass them, but one spoke up.

“Becky Sue, a moment.”

I turned around, “Yes?”

“I don’t know if you remember us, but….”

“Captain Gonzalez of the basketball team? And some of your faithful minions? I remember you trouncing our rivals in the championship.”

“Um… Yeah… We can’t help but notice your willingness to have sex with others.” I nodded and he went on. “We are all rather tall, and it is rather hard to find a girl tall enough for standing sex. We discussed it, and we would all like to give it a try, if you are willing.”

At that, my nipples quickly went to full mast. “All at once, or one at a time? I’m game either way, but I think it will be easier if only one is inside me at a time.”

“Yes, one at a time…”

“Okay captain, you first. Pop that dick. Now stick it in me. Push me against the wall. Good. Harder. Harder, faster. Oh, nice! Suck that nipple harder and bite it a bit. Don’t worry, I’m not fragile.” I got him so worked up, he came real hard. Long, too. When he deflated, I just told him to sit a bit.

He sat, and I then pulled another in front of me. “Your turn. Pop that dick!” He seemed more the slow and easy type, so I accommodated him. I sensed he was about to pull out before coming, so I just use my kegel training and didn’t let him. “Come in me. Go ahead, it’s okay.” He couldn’t hold it any longer and let it rip. He deflated, and I sat him down. The captain looked ready to stand, but I just pulled the next player in.

When the last deflated and sat, I pulled the captain to me again. “First time, you were too eager. This time, take all the time you need. Savor it. Now in.” While his pace was almost the same, it was clear he was taking the time to enjoy it. I got him to play more with my nipples. As he came, I looked him in the eye and said, “You will stay hard, I want you again.” He got a surprised look as he didn’t deflate, and looked at me in wonder. Again, looking him in the eye, I said, “This time it will be better, longer, and more intense. Prepare yourself. Hold it as long as you can. Then you can relax.”

This time it took longer for him to come, but it seemed to take forever to finish coming in me. When he did, he fainted. I caught him and lowered him carefully to the ground. The others were stunned. I just said, “Next,” while looking at the second guy I did. As he came the first time, I likewise whammied him like the captain. He had the same reaction. “Next.” Another was downed. “Next.”

Afterwards, I went back into the restroom to clean up. When I came out, they were still there, but awake and smiling. Then they saw me. I still wore the boots, belt, and gloves, but my dress was now in my purse. I just returned to the floor to find my husband and dance some more. When we took breaks, I just acted like my attire was reasonable and if anyone asked, I just said it’s easier to have sex when you are nude.

Late in the evening, they called our attention for the status updates. They called each of us to the stage to tell everyone what we were now up to. When my turn came, I went up, still ignoring my lack of attire. I took the mike and said, “I went to college on a football scholarship, and graduated as a drama and phys. ed. dual major. I also became the actress known as Helen Asher. That’s right. I am the star of the R and X-rated Nigkala Tales. I fight hard, and sex hard. But some of you might have guessed that.” I then played with my nipples. This got some laughter. “This is my husband, also an actor, known as Ray Young. We have three kids and love each other.” He reached behind me and placed a hand on my lower breast and started to play. “We are here for another few days, and would welcome visits to us at the hotel.” I handed the mike back, and we walked back to our seats. His hand behind my back made it tricky, but his grip on my breast didn’t fail.

While I didn’t have any more sex that night, I did get lots of questions about my role and how I was able to do it in front of the camera and a crowd. “Simple. No sexual inhibition. Or close to it.” I also got lots of sex questions, as by now everyone knew they could ask me anything sexual, and I would answer.

For the rest of our stay, I entertained visitors, including some teachers. If they hinted a desire for sex, I took them to the side room first and indulged them before introducing them to my family. Kelly was given another free day, and a bonus, and went shopping. The day before leaving, we had a picnic. We went to the swimming hole, and I took my clothes off to tan. Kelly and Filipe took turns applying lotion. When the kids slept, he took off his shorts, and we had sex to the surprise of the young crowd. After a bit, it got quiet, but we didn’t pay any attention.

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The night is warm and dank as I lay sweating in my bed. My naked body is plastered to the sheet beneath me while over me lies the lightest of coverlets but this is still too much for this steamy spell of weather that is tormenting me. I gaze at the glowing readout of my bedside clock. Two a.m. and sleep continues to elude me. Turning my pillow in an attempt to find a cool, dry, side, I realise that chemical aid is required. Naked I pad across my bedroom carpet to the dresser and the massed pharmacopoeia assembled there, selecting two of the virulent green capsules I wash them down with a tumbler of, now tepid, water. Trudging back to my bed I try to settle and await the grey oblivion that these narcotics should bring me soon. My head feels hazy and I begin to float into darkness. In the mists of dreams I feel it, yet it seems so real.

A fine boned hand moves over the damp spread, up towards my thigh then across to my groin, the lightest of touches and my cock leaps erect and hardens as the blood engorges it. I savour the excitement and the heat as fingertips tease me through the thin cloth. Then it’s gone and I groan with disappointment, but only briefly, under the spread the fingers have burrowed and now clasp my swollen manhood. Delicately they move up to rest just below the tip of my foreskin and their sharp nails, digging home, draws a gasp of pleasure from me. The index finger tucks firmly beneath the underside of my penis while the thumb rests atop it, the slightest tug and my foreskin peels back to free the bulging head. The hand then begins, steadily and without haste, to rouse me to ecstasy. The fires are burning, rising from between my thighs, upward and through the throbbing length of my cock they explode. My head thrashes on the pillow as the white fountain erupts from my erection.

Waking with my head muddy from the sedatives I see that it is barely dawn, although from the dull sky outside, today will be a drab copy of yesterday. I won’t sleep again so I may as well get up and brew some tea. I stir myself and my flaccid cock is stuck to my thigh, peeling back the spread I see the sticky stains on my groin as well as the bedding and my dream stirs in my mind. I’m in my forties, I had wet dreams when I was an excitable eleven or twelve year old but now? I thought I was too old for things like this. I ball up my soiled linens and wander into my bathroom to take a hot shower and scrub off the signs of my strange night. The day is relentless, another soggy and dim sky that promises a storm but only distant rumbles of thunder, faint and far off, disturb the heavy stillness. I eat little and try, with no success, to plough through a library book that I had hoped would occupy me. I head for my bed with no more enthusiasm than I have felt for anything in these last months.

Tonight sleep does not evade me for some reason, I slip away into oblivion with gratitude. The bed creaks beside me and a slim, white, shape, is there in the moonlight. Full breasted, wide hipped, narrow waist and slender legs. And her face! High cheekbones, tapered chin, tilted oriental eyes of a deep sea green while her coal black hair frames her head like a halo, a crown of darkness. Her gaze rests on my groin and my cock uncoils from the coppery tangle of my crotch like a cobra rising to the charmer’s pipe. I seem more massively endowed than I could ever hope for! Her hands come to rest on my hips as her head hovers above the naked helmet of my cock and she drools hot saliva onto it. For just a moment I think that this is going to make me cum, here and now, but just as tiny, white, bead, oozes from it’s slit she stabs a finger at the base of my pulsating knob and my surge holds still. Her mouth enfolds me as she sucks hard, bobbing her head in a wonderful rhythm that has my hips jerking, heaving my crotch up against her mouth and tongue. The pressure is becoming unbearable but as I am about to plead for release escort sultangazi she moves that long finger and I spurt like a volcano into her mouth and onto her face. Delightfully drained I fall effortlessly into the night.

I’ve slept long and deeply for the first time in months but I awake again to find myself and the bed stained with my night time emissions. Fresh sheets again and another shower but I am now sufficiently worried to want an explanation of what’s happening to me. My medication! It has to be that. I recall the consultant’s face as he explained what the scans had revealed. A brain abnormality, an aneurysm, in a difficult if not impossible place to operate on. Only a handful of surgeons in the world would consider this operable and even then the survival odds would not be good. Pioneering work is ongoing but in the meantime I must try to relax and medicate myself, blood pressure must be stabilised and stress avoided at all costs. As soon as the new surgical techniques are available I’ll be at the head of the queue. However my prescriptions are powerful and taken as a cocktail, so what else could be causing my erotic dreams and orgasms? From my bedside extension I ring my doctor’s surgery, and, because of my acute condition, I am granted an immediate appointment. I return to my bathroom for the pressure on my bladder has become urgent, as I watch the strong, yellow, stream, splash against the porcelain I stare at my cock. It can’t be my imagination, longer and thicker for sure.

I take a bus to visit my doctor’s premises, seated opposite me is a schoolgirl who seems to be unable to take her eyes away from my groin, she blushes and licks her lips so I glance down to ensure my zipper is drawn. Nothing is wrong but when I look up she’s moved up front and well away from me. The surgery’s in what used to be a “nice” part of town but it’s been sliding downhill for some time so I stay alert as I thread my way through the motley crew. Hoodies dealing crack or pot at a low level, hookers and rent boys, as unsavoury a bunch as you’ll see anywhere. As I’m ushered through the system and into the consulting room I can’t help noticing that, Connie, the chief receptionist, looks hot eyed and flushed. I’ve never known her so tactile, patting and tapping me as she steers me through the door for my interview. Shit! My appointment has turned out to be with Dr Lloyd, youngest partner and someone whom I’ve hardly ever seen before, also he’ll have little knowledge of my case notes. My time with him is wasted, he tells me he’s never encountered such symptoms from these drugs but admits that, in combination, unusual things can happen. He promises to Email St Paul’s hospital and enquire from higher authority about this matter. Acutely embarrassed then, I raise the question of the enlargement of my penis. He squirms in his seat, licks his lips, then jokes nervously that, If true, I should be happy about it. What’s the matter with everyone today they all look like they’ve got ants in their pants?

Outside I’m walking back to catch my bus when one of the rent boys pushes away from the wall he’s been propped against. I know what’s coming. The “do you want a good time” spiel is common enough round here but then he surprises me. Come into the park with him, no charge, he really wants me. I’m about to tell him “thanks but no thanks” when my mind stops working and my body, or to be truthful, my cock takes command. My erection swells as I slip my arm around his slender waist and steer him through the park gates and deep into the thickest bushes. He can’t wait to drop his slacks as I kneel before him, and then, without a moments hesitation, give him the blow job he desperately seems to need. It must only take seconds before he shoots into my mouth as he leans back against the bole of a small tree, his eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted to smother his moans of delight. I rise escort fatih and spin him around while freeing my own erection from my jeans. I drive deep between his taut buttocks and hammer in and out, until I loose myself in an enormous orgasm that squirts so hard that the beads of my cum pop out around the swollen barrel of my cock still locked tight inside him.

Later, back home, I try desperately to analyse what came over me, sure I’ve done that before but I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen tops? I’ve never touched a boy since those days. Strangely, perhaps, I feel neither regret nor embarrassment from my lust and my main puzzle is why a pretty, young, rent boy, would want to have free sex with me of all people. I can do no more now, other than wait to see if my doctors can explain these changes by scientific reasoning. For the first time in months I am looking forward to bedtime, I’m loose, relaxed and drowsy, as I settle my head on the pillows and sink instantly, it seems, into a deep slumber. Again she’s here in my dreams, naked, her tight sex is dewed with a faint patina of arousal, she seizes my cock in both slender hands, so massively swollen she seems scarcely able to span it. Squatting over me she lowers herself until she is impaled upon me. I can’t conceive how my new found length and girth can slide so easily into her hot wetness. My foreskin has peeled far back and I can feel the strength of her vagina as she grips me and thrusts up and down, lips drawn back from small, perfect, teeth, eyes closed and her head thrown back to show the fine column of her white neck. I try to hold back to give her as much pleasure as I am receiving and the telltale signs are there, her belly’s rippling and she claws at those lush, hard nippled breasts as we approach climax together. I explode scalding sperm into her like a hose whilst her own cum sends sea scented juices oozing down my cock. I should be spent but she pulls free of me and, turning, points her round, white, rump, at me. I’m still hugely tumescent and rock hard, as impossible as it seems, so I lunge for her and thrust myself hard up her arse. She’s tighter here than her pussy but I force myself deep inside her as she howls with delight, like a she wolf, while I pump violently towards another orgasm. As I drench her innards she thrusts her long fingers between her thighs and writhes.

Finally it seems I must rest, sprawling across the stained and rumpled sheets. She leans forward, her lips so close to my ear I can feel her warm breath and speaks for the first time in my fantasy dreams.

“Incubus, Succubus, we are one and the same.”

My vision is blurring as though dusty cobwebs are trailing across my eyes but my hearing is still clear. She presses on.

“This is not a dream you are dying.”

I realise the truth in her words, somewhere within my brain an artery has punctured, neurones are misfiring and my strange dreams and behaviour are explained. Insanity, death, or both may be near. I hang on her words.

“You need not die, the choice is yours, I can heal you and strengthen your spirit but the final decision is up to you. Will you die or will you change and live?”

I should be clutching at her words like a drowning man at a straw, begging to survive, instead I find myself pondering my life. No close family, a few good friends who will miss me, then I stare into her eyes, through the fogs, and something stirs within me. Do I wish to surrender or is the world and it’s possible futures worth living to explore? My lips don’t move but a voice inside my head calls “Life”! She bends forward and kisses me full on the lips, strange we’ve coupled like animals but not kissed before. It’s filled with passion, but more besides, fire seems to burn from her mouth and into mine, and, deep in the crevices of my brain, a dark spot of corruption is cauterised and healed.

“You are changed now, you are escort etiler my kind. You will be all things to me, brother, sister, son, daughter, wife and lover.”

Reading the incomprehension in my eyes she continues.

“As long as man has walked this planet our kind has walked along side them. Incubus, Succubus, new words, but we have born such names since the dawn of time. Our kind has been slandered by our enemies, they say we drain the life from our lovers and leave them dead or an empty shell. Lies! True we feed on sexual passion but would a farmer slaughter his cows when he can milk them? Would he kill his sheep when he can shear them year after year? We harm no man or woman, but neither do we bear children, and only rarely do one of our kind see the light that burns in a mortal that tells us that he or she can transform to join us. Such as you are rare and I was near.”

“I am not to die then? How long will I live?”

“Our kind do not age or wither, disease cannot touch us and we are very hard to hurt though our foes will try.”

My gaze on her is doubtful.

“Are we some kind of angel then?”

At last I see her smile, a smile that lights up her chiselled features.

“Neither angel or demon but we do serve a purpose, much talent is lost to this world when a man or woman’s desires go unfulfilled, we can bring them release and let their talents grow. Tonight we will visit a woman on the verge of great things but the needs of her body hold her back. Until your powers grow watch through my mind.”

She lays her palm on my forehead and it’s as though a window has opened before my eyes. A tall woman, dark haired, long legged, her shoulders are wide like a swimmer while her breasts are small and almost flat. she paces in a studio/bedroom before a half completed canvas which blazes with life and colour. I can hear her unspoken thoughts.

“She said she would return tonight, I slept late this morning but look what I have created since she comes to my bed. She told me my talent’s real, I can see that now, my work lives and tonight she says her sister may join us.”

I ask a question of this being that has changed me forever and through my changed eyes I can see the shadow of wings spread wide behind her, dark and metallic pinioned.

“Who would want to destroy us, who would want that woman’s art to be lost?”

“There are powers that wish this world to be dark, uniform, lifeless and loveless. They hate pleasure and label it perversion, they despise beauty in any form. Tonight we will meet that artist and what we give her will fan her talent. She desires our bodies and tonight her fantasies will be fulfilled.”

Her hands cradle my skull and I feel my body transform. So this is what a woman’s body feels like from within. I register the feel of heavy breasts and the absence of a cock. My hands drift low and touch the tight labia that has replaced it then move to further explore this new shape.

“Come sister,”

She takes my hand and I spread my wings, red gold tinged, as together we soar up and through the house’s wall like smoke and out into the night sky. Hours have passed and three lay together on a tangled bed. A tall, wide shouldered woman, rests her head on my hard nippled breast. Sleepily she nuzzles it like a child wanting to suckle, her body is sated from that which I and my sister, lover, or perhaps so strangely, my mother, have granted her. I look deep into her mind and see her canvas as it will soon be, complete and perfect. I am convinced now, my new family do no harm. If what we did tonight can bring such beauty to the world then we have earned our sustenance and harmed nobody while the world benefits. A slim fingered hand takes mine and we shimmer and soar out into the first hint of dawn. A scene in my head, a young man sits before a computer keyboard, words are tangled in his head and a fine novel has ground to a stand still. He longs for, ah yes, the twins have rejected him, brother and sister both, and he desires them madly. Soon he will be granted his wishes and his book will flourish. Hand in hand we beat towards the dawn to seek out our author. I have a future again, a new life, a new form, a new purpose. I am content.

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Chapter 10

Village of the Amazons

Island of Theros in the Center of the Bermuda Triangle

Jake stumbled again as the small group made their way slowly toward the estuary to bathe. Instead of a massive hangover, when he awoke from is rendezvous with Queen Themys, he had an irrational sense of vertigo. Dried blood trickled from his nose and ears and his eyes were so bloodshot the sclera was almost completely covered in red. He had a pounding headache the further exacerbated his current affliction.

“You should have stayed in bed, my king,” Tatiana gently chided Jake from his left side. Lenore clung to his right as he stumbled along.

“No, I’m fine,” Jake replied with a slight slur in his speech. “Jus need to move around for a bit.”

“You need food,” Lenore said. “Do you have any more of those, what did you call them, meal bars?”

“Not sure,” Jake replied. “I might. If I do, they’d be in my rucksack.”

“Shit!” Sestia hissed from in front of them as she stopped. Her whip uncurled from her waist and glowing in hand, she took a stance ready for battle.

Jake looked up as his eyes tried to focus on what had the dark-haired Amazon concerned. A low, whining growl touched his ears and he tensed. “Ses–“

“I know, my king,” Sestia growled. “We cannot kill her. But I will not stand by and let her take advantage of our weakened states.”

“I’m not saying you should,” Jake replied, the tense situation sobering his mind somewhat. “I’m just saying that if she does attack, it is vitally important that we don’t kill her.”

“I am aware, Jake,” Sestia replied. “My mother visited me in my dreams last night. She told me of the Grak’gull’s importance to our people. She told me to lay my concerns to rest and support your decision to tame her. She will not die, but I will protect you.”

Jake didn’t have a reply for that. The dragon-dinosaur didn’t move from the path, and it appeared the two groups were engaged in a standoff as the creature stared at Sestia.

“My mother also visited me,” Lenore chimed in. “She informed me that the barrier has fallen. She also instructed me to ready ourselves to leave the island.”

Jake kept his eye on the Bitch, but shifted slightly to face Lenore. “She did?”

Lenore nodded. Out of the corner of his eye, Jake noticed the massive monster’s head shift slightly, her eyes focusing on Lenore as well.

Viciously intelligent, Jake thought. I wonder if she really does understand us?

“What about you?” Jake asked, turning to Tatiana.

The beautiful redhead nodded and blushed. “She told me that though she was sad that I had to lead our people so young, she was proud of the accomplishments I made in the five-thousand years of my reign. She also told me that she doubted she could have done anything any different to save any of our sisters.”

Jake smiled knowingly at the former queen. “I’m proud of you, too, you know?”

“For what?” Tatiana asked, confused.

“This might come off a little conceited, but I’m proud of you for passing the mantle of leadership when you recognized that you didn’t want it any more.”

“But, you fought me almost entirely throughout the process,” the redhead argued. “You didn’t want it, either.”

“I didn’t,” Jake replied. “Honestly, I still don’t, but for right now I’m the right person for the job. Your mother convinced me of that last night when she imparted her royal wisdom upon me.”

“You mean she made you smarter when she fucked you,” Lenore giggled.

“Hey, now,” Jake playfully argued. “I was already smart. She just imparted some important knowledge while she was… um…”

“Lubricating your spear, pleasuring your mind into oblivion?” Sestia called playfully over her shoulder, keeping a steady gaze on the Grak’gull in front of her.

“Since you put it so eloquently, yes,” Jake answered with a smile. Glancing over Sestia’s shoulder, Jake noticed the beast had taken what appeared to be a relaxed stance as she watched the four humans talk. She perked up slightly when Jake glanced at her. “Like the fact that you’re not the only survivors of the attack on Themiscyra, for instance.”

Three gorgeous heads whipped around to look in his direction, totally ignoring the potential threat in front of them for the moment. Three pairs of eyes looked at Jake in astonishment; three mouths dropped open in unabashed shock; three sets of eyes began to water.

“What!?” Tatiana whispered in awe. “Truly??”

Jake nodded. “There are less than ten, and they are… a bit different from us. But they are out there.”

“How did they survive through the ages?” Sestia asked, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“The same way you did,” Jake answered. “The only difference is, they didn’t inherit any abilities except longevity when the ritual took place. While you three gained enhanced strength and speed, better weapons,” Jake pointed to Sestia’s glowing whip, “and enhanced healing abilities, the ones outside the barrier only gained a stunted version of immortality. Well, in escort kağıthane addition to some changes to their visual appearance.”

“What kinds of visual changes?” Lenore asked.

“Well, there are two in South America right now that are in desperate need of rescuing,” Jake replied. “One is a jaguar-woman and the other is a monkey-girl. They are both essentially human in appearance, but the monkey-girl has monkey ears and a tail and can swing through the trees as fast as a person can run, while the jaguar-girl has cat ears and a cat tail.”

“The scouts,” Tatiana mumbled absently. She looked at Jake with desperation in her liquid eyes. “How could I have forgotten about the scouts!?” she cried.

Jake cupped her cheek in his attempt to console her. “You couldn’t have known for sure how many scouts your mother had in the world at the time. For all you knew, everyone was in the city when the Grak’gull attacked.”

“No,” Tatiana replied through a lump in her throat. “Mother always had scouts away from home. Sometimes as many as a hundred scattered throughout our known world.” Tears flowed down her freckled cheeks as she cried, deep, wracking sobs started in her chest before being forced from her body.

Jake pulled the redhead into a comforting embrace as she cried. “There was nothing you could have done, Tat,” he consoled. “Even if you had known, if you tried to reach them, you would have died along with the rest of your people.”

The inconsolable queen just nodded her head as she cried on Jake shoulder.

“How many are there?” Sestia asked as she turned back to keep an eye on the Grak’gull.

“I’m not certain about the exact number, but according to Themys, there are less than ten left. Right now, I’m only aware of the two in South America, somewhere deep in the jungle of Brazil, and they are in desperate need of rescuing.”

“How can we get to them?” Lenore asked.

“Unfortunately, right now we can’t,” Jake replied with a heavy heart. “We can only hope they hold out long enough for us to reach them.” He looked up at the monster seeming to wait patiently for her turn. “For the moment, though, there is a more pressing matter that needs to be addressed.”

Tatiana pulled back to look at Jake as she sniffled. She wiped her tears as she followed his gaze to the waiting Grak’gull. Jake release his freckled lover and moved toward the dinosaur with the dragon-like head. Tatiana grabbed Jake’s arm, holding him back.

“What are you doing, Jake?” Tatiana asked with wide eyes.

Jake looked back at the redhead with a soft smile. “We have less than a week to tame her. Might as well start now.”

Though she released his arm, she still protested. “Why not wait until you are in better condition?”

“Because time waits for no one, Tat,” Jake replied as he came along side Sestia. “Besides, I’m feeling a little better.”

Sestia put her free hand on his shoulder. “Be careful, Dikos Mou,” she said with a nervous smile.

Jake leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. “I will,” he said when he pulled back. “No matter what happens, remember: don’t kill her. Glancing blows only to get her attention if she becomes unruly.”

Sestia nodded as Jake approached the terrifying creature. He took a deep breath to gather his courage, his heart hammering in his chest.

Be cool, he thought to himself. Project confidence and calm. It’s just like flying a plane. He inwardly smirked. If that plane had razor sharp teeth that could cut a man in half with one bite.

Formulating a plan in his mind, Jake quietly hoped he knew what he was doing. As he approached, he lifted his left hand, open palm outward, toward the snout of the dragon-like head. The beast growled low as her lips curled slightly, showing her menacing teeth in warning. Slowly approaching with his outstretched hand, Jake watched for any signs that she was going to attack.

When his hand was less than a foot away, the Grak’gull’s eyes flared in anger. Jake anticipated the snapping jaws as they shot forward like a bullet. Instead of her mouth snapping closed on Jake’s left hand, it met his closed right fist as Jake punched the creature square between its large nostrils. Cartilage and bone gave way to his powerful strike as he twisted his whole body to add strength to the blow. Dark red blood trickled from the monster’s nostrils as her bones audibly cracked back into place, her head jerking back from further damage. She let out a short, piercing cry of pain as she took a step back.

Jake’s left palm was out and toward the Grak’gull again as he slowly approached. The dino’s eyes were wide in anger mixed with a measure of fright as she watched Jake coming steadily closer to her. When Jake’s hand was once again mere inches from her snout, she lashed out with her tongue this time, trying to snare his hand and pull it into her mouth. Jake stumbled forward with the unexpected attack, but used that momentum to deliver a more devastating punch to the monster’s snout, right in the same place as before.

The Grak’gull escort beyoğlu wailed in pain as she threw her head back and retreated from Jake’s advances. She turned away and disappeared into the jungle, trying to escape from the tiny human who seemed to possess the impossible ability to keep hurting her.

Jake turned back to the three women. Tatiana and Lenore were wide-eyed at what he’d just done, but Sestia grinned excitedly at him as she cracked her whip before curling it back around her waist.

“What the fock do I even need this for if you can keep injuring her with your bare fists?” the dark-haired beauty said with a laugh.

Jake chuckled. “I don’t want to keep hurting her,” he replied. “But she has to learn that she can’t keep attacking me without consequences.”

“Why do you keep holding your hand out to provoke her?” Lenore asked.

“I’m not trying to provoke her,” Jake answered. “I want her to get used to my open palm being gentle, the one that’s going to reward her with scratches or pats to induce pleasure, while the closed fist deals punishment. She’s wickedly smart. I’d be willing to bet it only takes a couple more punches before she realizes when she tries to bite me she’s going to get hurt.”

“How can we help?” Tatiana asked.

“By helping me reward her,” Jake replied. “I need to fish to use as treats for training.”

“Training?” Sestia asked as they resumed their walk to the estuary.

“You know, like dog training. I trained my boys that way.”

Sestia went wide-eyed. “You have children??”

Jake laughed. “No. My dogs, Badger and Butcher. I trained them using treats.”

“Did you also strike them when they bit you?” Lenore asked.

“God, no,” Jake replied with another laugh. “They’re way too small for that. There are other ways to train dogs, though the process is the same with other animals. You have to figure out a reward system that they respond to and stick with it until they understand the difference between being good and being bad. For instance, with dogs, when they’re good, you give them treats and reward them with love and affection. When they’re bad, you scold them and don’t make eye contact to let them know they did wrong.”

“And the Grak’gull?” Sestia asked.

“Invite affection with an open palm while rewarding bad behavior with a closed fist. She’ll learn eventually. With as smart as she appears to be, I’d say in a day or two at most, she’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand. Hell, she might even let me ride her.”

“You can ride me, Dikos Mou,” Tatiana replied with a smirk and a blush.

Jake laughed as they stepped into the water and started washing themselves with the coarse sand. After bathing, the women began fishing and checking on the crops while Jake walked to the feeding area for the Grak’gull. He knew she wasn’t far and was close by, waiting for her next meal. Sitting cross-legged by the feeding pit, Jake waited for the girls to bring the first haul of fish to the pit.

Sestia dumped a load of fish into the pit and Jake stood as the beast took a tentative step out of the treeline. Jake moved to stand between the dinosaur and her food. Well, this is either genius or stupid, he thought to himself. Either way, it’s dangerous so I’m going with stupid. Then again, it’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.

The Bitch eyed Jake as he stood be her and her prize. Her gaze took on a menacing edge, yet she hesitated, almost as if she were waiting to see what he would do. Her eyes darted over Jake’s shoulder for a second before returning to Jake.

“It’s okay, Ses,” Jake called over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of the Grak’gull. “You can go back to fishing. If she behaves, we’ll reward her with an extra helping. I’ll even help you catch them.”

“Yes, Dikos Mou,” Sestia complied. Lenore and Tatiana watched the dinosaur/human standoff as they moved about watering the crops.

Kneeling down, Jake hooked his fingers into the mouth of a fish that was still flopping on the ground. With the fish held in his right hand close to his hip, he raised his left palm as before and slowly approached the monster.

“Easy,” Jake said softly, trying to reassure the beast. “We don’t want to hurt you.” He shuffled closer as he continued to speak in soft, inviting tones. “I know what it’s been like but we’re past that now.” The monster’s eyes darted between the fish at Jake’s hip and his open palm. “We want to be friends. It’s okay. We’re okay.”

When Jake was a few paces away, he turned his right side slightly away from the monster. Jake froze in place when the Bitch’s head began to shift from side to side on her sinewy neck, trying to keep her eyes on her treat while also keeping a wary eye on Jake’s palm. To try and distract her, he fluttered his left hand back and forth slightly.

“Just give me a little tap,” he cooed. “Just a little tap on the palm and the treat is yours.”

Jake stood his ground and waited to see if she would come to him. He continued to call to her as she took a tentative step escort esenler toward him. Her eyes fixated on his palm as she was just barely out of striking distance, drool oozing from the corners and center of her mouth. She looked at Jake once before staring at his palm once more, drool dripping from her closed jaws. Ever so slowly, her snout inched closer to his open palm.

Jake felt a bit like Hiccup, standing there with his arm outstretched toward the monstrous beast. He didn’t dare look away as the Bitch’s snout inched closer and closer to his hand. His nerves sharpened to proverbial razor points, his muscles coiled in anticipation of an attack.

Abruptly, her snout nuzzled into his open palm in the same place he’d punched her earlier. Jake let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Warmth flooded his palm from the sensation of scale-like skin on his hand.

“Good girl,” he whispered with a wide smile. He took a step back, breaking contact with the dinosaur and simultaneously lowering his left hand and raising his right. “Good girl!” he shouted with an almost mad laugh as he tossed the fish in her direction. The monster snatched in out of the air and swallowed it in one bite.

“FUCK YEAH! GOOD GIRL!!” Jake screamed as he skipped backwards to the feeding pit. He snatched up another fish and walked back to the Bitch. “Again!” he called to her, holding the fish to his hip as his left hand raised again.

This time, the dino approached with minimal caution as her snout made contact with Jake’s open palm. “YES!” Jake cried excitedly as he backed away and tossed the fish to her. “One more time!” he called as he snatched up another fish and walked back to her.

The dino didn’t even hesitate this time as an almost happy chittering escaped her throat. She met Jake halfway as she all but smashed her snout into his hand.

“FUCKIN’-A, GOOD GIRL!” Jake cried happily as he quickly shifted to the side and tossed the fish toward the feeding pit. The dinosaur lunged for fish, just managing to snatch it out of the air before it landed on the pile of fish in the pit. She looked back at Jake as he cackled like a mad-man. Jake pointed with his hand to the pile of fish. “Dig in, girl! You earned it!!”

The three women were just hauling another net full of fish to the shore when Jake approached them with and excited smile plastered across his face.

“Did you see that!?” Jake asked.

“We did, my king,” Tatiana replied with a grin. Jake’s elation was infectious as it affected his three lovers. “Congratulations. You have managed to do the impossible.”

“Oh, she’s far from tamed,” Jake said with a wide smile. “But we’re well on our way to bonding.”

Tatiana wrapped Jake up in a congratulatory hug, and Jake lifted her up and twirled her around as he laughed. Strong legs surrounded Jake’s hips and it was at that point the King of the Amazon women realized his excitement was affecting other parts of his body. Slick heat enveloped his hard shaft as Tatiana shifted her hips and sank down upon him.

“Fuck,” Jake whispered in awe as he froze in place, unexpected pleasure numbing his mind to all other thoughts. “You’re so wet already.”

“I am always wet for you, always ready for you, Dikos Mou,” Tatiana whispered before nibbling on his ear. Her slick tunnel gripped him as she continued speaking in loving tones. “Allow me to celebrate this small victory with you.”

Shifting her weight slightly forward, Jake lost his balance and fell backwards to the soft sand of the beach. Tatiana rode him down, still connected to him at the hips, and started bouncing up and down on him when he hit the ground. Sestia and Lenore giggled as they pulled the net full of fish past the two lovers. Bodies slapped loudly together as need intensified. In mere moments, their mutual bliss reached a simultaneous crescendo of euphoria as passion-induced pleasure crashed into them.

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Later that evening, Jake sat on his throne–that’s what the girls had come to call his flight seat–while a claw-footed goat roasted above a roaring fire. His stomach began to growl from the delicious aroma wafting from the cooking beast as he studied the animal Lenore had killed.

It looked little different in size and shape from any goat that he was familiar with. The major differences were the clawed, three-toed feet covered in an even mixture of fur and down feathers; it had a flattened snout similar to a moose or a cow; and its horns were multiplied by two. Jake still debated whether or not to call it a goat or a sheep because of its horns. Similar to a ram, it had one set of horns that curved in a circular pattern back and around its head. The second set of horns curved forward and around in almost perfect symmetry to the first.

A shadow loomed over Jake, interrupting the last rays of sunlight cascading around him. Looking up, he smiled at the perfect form of Tatiana as she stood over him with a hungry gaze. It never ceased to amaze him how just the sight of these beautiful women could stir him to full-mast in a matter of seconds, and this time was no different. Blood pumped into his cock, and as it rose seemingly with a mind of its own, the redheaded Amazon warrior licked her lips as she watched.

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Disclaimer: All characters and events in my stories are purely fictional and all characters are of legal age of consent. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure what category to put this in, since it’s kind of a mix between Fantasy / Incest / Nonhuman. If you don’t like one or more of those, you should probably stop reading. Also note that while I really appreciate constructive criticism, that implies a useable suggestion for improvement. That said, all comments are of course welcome.

~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~

Gemma was a young woman, who lived with her family in a small farming town well outside the stone walls of the capital. People said that out there in the countryside, it just wasn’t as safe. Was it really? There was always a threat looming, that much is true. Whether it was roaming bandits, a monster that had wandered too near to civilization, or just dark forces that were yet unknown, people couldn’t count on the Royal Army to protect them out here.

Of course, there was also an upside to having less attention from the capital, having less of its influence around. While Gemma and her family may have been quite normal in many ways, they certainly weren’t normal enough to fit into the crowds of the capital city. Gemma’s parents knew that fact from when they had visited the larger cities in the past. Out in the country, people usually left each other well enough alone. And for people like Gemma’s family, that was a good thing.

The first things people noticed were probably the little ears and horns atop their heads, no doubt reminding people of cows. There was a reason why members of their kind were known as Bovans rather than humans, the name coming from the variety of similarities. Gemma would surely never be mistaken for a human with those extra ears, and those little horns.

Besides that though, Gemma quite resembled the human girls of the town. Only slightly tall at a comfortable 5’8″, her somewhat slender but feminine figure and shapely B-cup breasts didn’t stand out. She had human-like brown eyes, and a pretty face framed by her long brown hair.

Her father was also not that remarkable to the casual observer, besides the fact that his horns were larger than hers or her mother’s. Her brother, being a teenager still, had horns only about the same size as hers until very recently. None of the other villagers knew about the the bull-like sheathe and testicles that each of them hid under their pants, and so most of them thought that the two looked pretty close to human men.

Her mother, on the other hand, was the idealized form of the bovan woman. She had the same dark features as her daughter, but with wider hips and a fuller frame. She was by no means fat, but the curves of her body left absolutely no doubt that she was a fertile woman.

As with Gemma, Ana had matured in her teenage years to have maybe slightly larger breasts than the average human. It was only when she had first given into her heat and let her husband rut in her that they truly matured. As her belly swelled with Gemma, her breasts developed to feed her coming child. For several months, each slowly grew from the size of a grapefruit to the size of a melon, still hanging effortlessly from her chest in a way that most women could only dream of.

Of course, they did eventually stop producing milk again, about a year after Gemma was born. They shrank ever so slightly, just due to the lack of liquid inside, but she was quite pleased that they held both their pert shape and most of their new size. Being dry was short lived, however. As soon as Ana’s heat returned, so too did her husband’s rut, and the bull wasted no time in giving her another child.

Bovans were notoriously driven by instinct, and the couple was no exception to this. Recognizing this and realizing that she didn’t want to just keep having children until she no longer had her heat, Ana spent the time nursing Christopher to develop a plan for the future. And, as a clever woman, she did.

The next time her heat returned and her husband fell into rut, she took advantage of his mindless passion and made sure not to get pregnant. Making sure not to be too consumed by her own lust that she couldn’t focus, she took him to their bed and let him mount her from behind. He was so focused on sating his wanton need that she was easily able to redirect it without him noticing, reaching back and using her fingers to guide the bull’s slender cock up and away from her fertile opening. Finding a hole, he eagerly rutted away, passionately fucking and claiming Ana’s virgin hole without being any the wiser. Having found purchase in the fertile woman, he eagerly released his seed, pouring it into her with abandon. She felt guilty that she had made him waste his seed, but glad that she was satisfying his need. In the stupor of his rut, he couldn’t have imagined that he was planting his seed in a hole that couldn’t nurture it.

Each heat, she would do the same. And each time, she found his invasion escort taksim less painful and more enjoyable. Over the years, Ana had actually grown fond of it, looking forward to the next time she’d be ‘forced’ to let him fuck her ass. Sometimes, Ana would get the surprise of her husband going into rut at odd times rather than her heat, and have a special treat that night. When she was in heat, she had to be very careful of her own instincts and not get too riled up before she’d got him in the right place. Not being in heat, she could even let him lick her before the actual mating. Ana didn’t understand why it had started happening last year, or why it was getting more consistent, but she wasn’t complaining.

Of course, Gemma knew none of this. She figured that her parents would have to have had sex in order to have her and her brother, but she didn’t know any details beyond that. She had no idea that her father rutted uncontrollably, or how her mother had escaped another pregnancy all these years. She thought it was a convenient coincidence that her parents disappeared at the same time she got horny, completely unaware that it was the scent of her rutting father that was moistening her pussy and making her tingle with need. Powerful instincts or not, Bovans were civilized people who felt shame at their nature. She would have certainly felt horrified if she’d known that as she rubbed herself to orgasm, it was the smell of her parents’ mating that was urging her on.

That feeling paled in comparison, however, to her actual heat. She’d started feeling it last year, and it had started to come more and more regularly now. Bovan mating cycles weren’t really well understood, but it was well-known that they were intense. Though Gemma didn’t really understand the biological changes that happened to her at that time, she knew that she was getting wet all the time and couldn’t stop imagining sex. A few times, she’d almost mated with some of the boys in the village. She really didn’t know what she’d do if one of them propositioned her during her heat, but she was certain that she’d be tempted. Luckily, they were all distant with her, both out of a general distrust of non-humans and a very specific fear of her father.

They weren’t just afraid of him because he was the only man in the village with horns, either. He was also competitive, and prone to seemingly random outbursts of aggression. Of course, the outbursts were a symptom of his rut as it set in. As his body flooded with hormones, he found it harder and harder to control his emotions and urges, until eventually he’d surrender to it and mate with Ana. There were other changes too, which only Ana was aware of, like how his testicles would swell to nearly double their already generous size. She guessed correctly from how much more he came during his rut that it had to do with making and storing more cum, his body producing and hoarding many times the normal amount. She guessed incorrectly, however, that he could rut without smelling a fertile bovan woman in heat. Rutting was exhausting on many levels, and his body only produced all that seed when it could sense a place to plant it.

Not once during any of those odd-timed ruts did Ana consider the other woman in the house with them, whose body desperately craved a first child. Each time Gemma’s heat set in, her dripping pussy would waft her wanton scent throughout their house, broadcasting her readiness to any nearby males. Within an hour, they were already feeling the first indications of their coming rut. Perhaps it was shame that prevented Ana from seeing the connection between it all. She knew Gemma would have started to go into heat by now, but imagining that Marcus was rutting for their daughter would have filled her with anger and jealousy. It was hard enough to stomach thinking that her husband was filling her ass with cum meant for her pussy. Accepting that her husband’s balls were overflowing with cum meant for Gemma’s womb would be far more than she could bear.

Besides, there was something far more pressing going on in their family that had become a serious issue.

In the last few months, tension in the family had been getting worse and worse. Not only was Gemma becoming more and more withdrawn, but Marcus and Christopher had started to blame each other for it. It had started a few months ago when Gemma and Christopher had a fight over something. Neither one would tell their parents what it was about, but they kept fighting for a couple of days, steadily getting worse. When Marcus finally put himself between the two, the inevitable happened: The father and son started fighting, the argument only stopping when Ana stepped in and told them to stop.

The next day spun out of control right after dinner, with Gemma running off and leaving the two men in a shouting match. Ana literally had to pull her husband away, desperately trying to get him to cut his losses and just take a minute to cool off. As soon as they were in their bedroom, she knew something was escort topkapı off, just from the way he was acting. She was confused as he stood there speechless and pulled off his clothes, until his pants dropped and she saw his swollen balls throbbing between his legs. A few minutes later, she was on the bed with his dick pounding into her ass, giving him the release that he needed. The next day, things seemed to calm down a lot and Ana was hopeful that things were going to get better again.

Unfortunately, and much to her disappointment, that experience seemed to create a spark of anger between the two men. There were little hints here and there, but whenever one would snap, it seemed that the other was no longer willing to back down. She didn’t understand what was starting it, but it was clear what was going to bring it to a head. She knew that her husband being a bull, it was only a matter of time before he went into rut and really set things off with Christopher.

And just as she had predicted, the very next time Ana went into heat she felt the tension of a big fight looming in the house. She knew that Marcus got weirdly possessive as his rut set in, but she had always been able to count on her children’s calm flexibility to get through that hard time. Since that fight, Christopher seemed unwilling to brush off any of his father’s comments or actions that he felt were aggressive. Instead, he pushed back harder.

Now, Ana knew that the surest way to avoid a conflict was to distance herself from everyone while her husband was rutting. Unfortunately, doing that was incredibly difficult, especially since it was also during her heat. Ana’s heat always took a few days to take hold completely, and she often felt really lonely as it progressed. She craved closeness, touch, intimacy, but tried to avoid spending too much time with her husband for fear that she’d lose control and end up pregnant. After Christopher had been acting more distant recently, he had finally started to act more comfortable with her again, which made her really happy. It came at a perfect time for her and she gladly accepted the close contact, despite knowing that it would upset Marcus if he noticed. For the first time in a long time, Ana didn’t feel like she was suffering through her heat the same way she had. Instead of desperately trying to find a way to pass the time, suffering day to day, she had actually reached the height of her heat with a smile on her face.

After a day together, the mother and son found themselves relaxing on the couch, Christopher holding her lovingly and stroking her. And that, unfortunately, was exactly when Marcus walked in. When he saw the his wife and son on the couch, Ana knitting and Christopher nestled in against her with his arms around her, his expression became sour.

“Christopher, go chop some wood” he ordered.

Christopher didn’t move.

“Why right now?” he demanded. “We have lots of wood in the pile.”

Marcus seemed to get angry.

“Then get off your mother and go get some for the fire” he snapped.

Christopher could feel his heart speeding up and his breathing deepening.

“You can’t make me stop just because you’re jealous” he accused.

Unfortunately, he’d called out Marcus for the possessive way he felt and acted during his rut. And, as always, they were on the verge of exploding.

“How dare you” Marcus spat. “She’s mine.”

Thinking quickly, Ana shifted herself out from beside Christopher. It felt nice to be so close with him, but this was a desperate time and he wasn’t the one who was rutting for her.

“Sorry Christopher” she apologized, moving up from the couch and grabbing hold of her husband.

“Come honey, let’s go talk for a minute.”

Marcus had absolutely no interest in talking, and wasn’t willing to give up his fight with this other male who was touching his woman without a very good reason. Fortunately, both of them knew that she wasn’t actually bringing him to their room to talk. With a snort at his son, he followed her to the room.

A little while later, after a desperate rut that had Ana moaning out loudly, Marcus emptied his aching balls into her ass and collapsed to the bed beside her. Convinced that he had succeeded in breeding her, he seemed so relaxed that he almost melted into the bed as he fell asleep.

“I love you” she told him, getting up and getting dressed in just her housecoat.

She went over to Gemma’s room to check on her, but there was only silence. Gemma had been there through the entire incident, and was asleep now. After swimming in all the scents that filled the house, she’d finally given in and masturbated, cumming just a few minutes ago.

Next, Ana cautiously headed over to see her son. She knew that she’d done the right thing, but she also felt bad for abandoning him like that. Even if he wasn’t a rutting mess of hormones like his father, he still had feelings, and she had surely hurt them.

“Christopher?” she asked through the door.

“Mom?” escort şirinevler he asked back.

“Can I come in?” she ventured.

Without a pause, he invited her in.

“Sorry about before” she apologized, moving into his room. He was laying on the bed, leaned back against the headboard reading a book, his body language restrained and a bit deflated. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he had the blanket over his lower body.

“I don’t know why dad was so weird about me touching you” he blurted out.

Ana felt bad. He didn’t know what it was like to be a bull in rut, and it was hard to understand how his father was acting without understanding that. One day he’d meet a girl in heat, and he’d understand the way that his father was acting.

“You know he’s not himself all the time” she tried to explain. “I know it’s hard when he gets possessive of me, but it isn’t his fault. He should be acting better by tomorrow.”

Christopher didn’t know why everyone had to be nice about how he felt, let him do and say whatever he wanted, as if their own feelings weren’t important.

“I liked what we were doing” Christopher said. “How come you let him stop us?”

Ana felt guilty that she had been forced to choose. She had really enjoyed having him relaxing with her, holding her like that.

“I didn’t want you to fight” she admitted. “But I wanted to stay too.”

She moved to the bed, lowering herself down onto it and leaning back against the headboard.

“Will you forgive me?” she asked.

Christopher leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, just like she hoped he would. The hormones flooding her body craved his touch, and she was happy to be near him again.

“I’m not mad” he confessed.

He really wasn’t mad at her. It was really hard with Marcus trying to claim her all for himself, and with her just going along with it. He was a little disappointed that she had left to go with his father, but she had come back to him, which was all that mattered now.

“Do you love him more than me?” he asked hesitantly.

The thought had occurred to him before, but it had been rolling around in his mind in the past few days. He kept comparing himself to his father, which was quite natural for a boy his age. Ana knew that, and she also knew that she loved Christopher very much.

“Of course not” she reassured him, wrapping an arm around him and squeezing him into her body. “I could never love him more than you.”

Christopher felt so reassured, hearing her say it. He’d been feeling overwhelmed the past few days, but her letting him hold her like this made him feel like things were actually going to work out. His father coming in earlier was just a setback, but he really was going to feel better soon. Being near his mother had been making it worse and worse, yet something deep inside him kept telling him that she was the only one who could make him feel better.

“I love you too” he told her, stroking her like before.

Having his hands caress her felt really nice. Ana laid there and enjoyed the feeling of holding him, his body pressed against hers as he stroked her skin. She felt a little guilty that her heat made the whole thing feel a little sexual, but she tried to just ignore that and take pleasure in the way his embrace made her feel.

As he cuddled into her, she felt the belt of her housecoat loosening, the front falling open inch by inch at the top. The two watched it slowly ease open until it fell to either side of her breasts, leaving them bare.

“Oh” she remarked, as both of them stared at her chest.

With her heat, she couldn’t help but think that it was sexual to have them exposed. It made her feel like she was being lewd, letting Christopher watch as her nipples stiffened from the cool air and excitement. He watched them stiffen until they were standing up, crowning her incredible pair of breasts. He hadn’t seen them in a while, but somehow he felt like he’d never seen them before.

It’s not his fault you’re reacting like this, she told herself. She could feel her pussy getting wet, just like it had been doing when his father came in. His hand felt so nice as it stroked her cheek lovingly. She stared at him as he looked back into her eyes. He was such a handsome young man. His horns were getting so big these days, almost like his father’s.

“I love you” he said, leaning in and giving her a tender kiss.

“I love you too” she said with a smile.

The feeling of his lips on hers was nice. It made her lower back tingle. It should have reminded her of all those sweet kisses she’d given him throughout his life, but it reminded her of those tender kisses she shared with his father before they’d mated for the first time. All the thoughts and feelings bubbling up inside her were driving her crazy, and she knew she wanted to get off.

“I should probably go” she announced, without pulling away.

She had felt a lot better after cumming with his father earlier, but she was getting really worked up again. She knew if she woke him up, he would still have the energy to take her again. She didn’t really want to go, but Marcus was the only one who could give her what she needed. She could touch herself while he was in her ass, and the orgasm would give her some of the release that she was starting to ache for.

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This story was requested by CeeBee42. As a request, the chapters are shorter than usual. Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

*****

The phosphodiester bond was … wrong. Humility checked it again. Her short frame stooped over the table as she studied the readout, her white coat brushing against the stainless workspace. “Errand?”

“What can I help you with, member Humility Winthrop?” The computer’s soft, feminine voice filled the otherwise empty science room.

“These phosphodiester bonds, are they accurate?” Humility took her wedding ring off, and moved it around the fingers on her right hand, working out nervous energy.

“They are.”

“Now show me the sweat samples again.” Humility watched the numbers change before her. She frowned. “This can’t be right. It doesn’t even look human.”

“Affirmative, member Humility,” the computer sounded quite chipper to relay the horrific news. “These chemical bonds are not terrestrial in nature.”

“Where … did they come from?” Humility’s eyes widened. She continued reading the numbers.

“Origin unknown.”

What the heck was the computer saying. “Wait, what’s this here?” If she understood what she was looking at, the experimental fertility injection had altered Jacob’s sweat glands to emit something that looked a lot like estrogen. But clearly wasn’t. “Is this … is this hormone designed to pair with anyone that breathes it in?”

“That is likely, but would need further analysis. I am only Errand into the Wilderness, the vehicle for sailing past God’s eyes.” The computer paused. “We would need a specialist software upgrade to perform the analysis.”

“Never mind about that. I have a good idea what these altered hormones are doing. I’d bet anything they’re altering female libido.” Humility slipped her ring back on and wheeled around to look at another screen. She put her hands on her lower back. She was stiff from leaning over. “Now I know why everyone’s been acting so strange. Do we have any sperm samples?”

“We do not.”

“Right, that would have been a weird ask.” Humility smiled because she had no choice but to make the weird ask. “Can you get me Jacob Winthrop’s sperm sample?”

“I have tissue collection abilities in the laundry facilities. I may procure a sample from there.”

“Gross.” Humility wrinkled her nose. “But good. Until you get that, I’ll figure out what these airborne hormones are up to. And computer, get me Isaac, I need to tell him all about …” Humility paused. “Um, never mind about Isaac. I’ll keep this to myself right now.”

“Very well.” The computer sounded like it very much agreed with her decision. But then again, it always sounded like that.

~~

“Lock the door, Errand.” Humility tore off her uniform and tossed it next to her bed. “No entry without my say so.” A few minutes before, a sudden realization had burned into her brain. With the amount of time Mary had spent with her son since the accidental injection, there was no way she would be able to resist those strange hormones. It was almost certain that mother and son had done some very bad things together.

“Member Mason Winthrop has priority access privileges to your combined quarters.” This was as close as the computer ever got to arguing with anyone.

“My husband can wait out in the hall.” Humility pulled off her bra and panties and jumped onto the bed, her boobs bouncing on her chest. “I have to do something by myself.”

“Understood.” The computer locked everyone out.

Humility looked at her wedding photo on the bedside table. A surge of guilt went through her as she wondered why she wasn’t calling Mason for some intimate marriage time. But as her fingers found her vagina, she forgot Mason entirely. She looked up at the ceiling and imagined what Mary and Jacob Winthrop had been up to. Certainly, the lovely mother with her many curves had touched her skinny son. Had she put her mouth on him? Had she done more than that?

“Oooooohhhhhhhh.” Humility shook as an orgasm swept over her. That was her first since coming out of cryo, and she wanted more. She worked her vagina with renewed vigor, putting two fingers in. Should she warn Mary? Should she warn Pricilla? And what of the men, what would the hormone do to them? They had seemed somewhat subdued lately. And fearful of Jacob. What grown man would fear an eighteen-year-old teenager? As her second orgasm surged through her, Humility let the questions float by. Soon, all she could see in her mind’s eye were Mary’s wide hips undulating as she took that horrifically altered penis inside her.

~~

“Can I see your boobs?” Jacob didn’t mean to, he just blurted it out the second his mother entered his room.

“Now Jacob, that’s no way greet your mother.” Mary tugged at the waist of her uniform, stretching the material, and maybe making her breasts mecidiyeköy escort appear a little more prominent. “I’m not here for that, anyway.” She looked down at the bed where that fat, monumental penis pulsed and rippled in his hands. “Put that away and get dressed.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Jacob looked over at his uniform hanging on a chair. “But can you help me first? I’ve only done it once today.”

“Get dressed, young man.” She shooed him out of bed and made him put the uniform on, even as he protested that it no longer fit him. She then ushered him out of his room and down the hall. They took a tube up four decks and stepped out into another empty hall.

“Where are we going?” Jacob hadn’t been to that part of the ship before.

“There’s a holopark on this deck. I thought it would be useful for some therapy as we try to get you to control your new … gifts.” Mary looked down and eyed his jangling package under his uniform. She wanted nothing more than to do as he asked and relieve him again. But if Pricilla was to be spared, she needed to teach Jacob some self-control.

“A holopark? Wow.” Jacob smiled. He’d always wanted to try one. Colony Control really had spared no expense for this mission.

“Now, I want you to think of something relaxing, Jake. Something that fills you with wholesome delight. Something that God gave us all in his boundless wisdom.” Mary stopped at some wide double doors and scanned her hand over the reader.

“That’s easy.” Jacob’s dick started to deflate. Maybe he could have some good, old-fashioned clean fun with his mom. “Iowa Eagles playoffs from three years ago.”

“Good choice, Jake.” Mary was sure this was going to work. The reader flashed green when it processed his request, and the doors opened. Through the doors was the entryway for the stands on the third base side of the stadium. The smell of popcorn and beer greeted them. The field was a bright emerald under the lights. Mary took her son’s hand and led him into the holopark and down the stairs. They took their seats next to a young married couple who smiled at them. “Perfect.” Mary patted Jacob’s thigh. Off in the distance, the crack of the bat echoed out and the crowd cheered as a player sprinted around first and slid into second.

“Wow, it’s just like being there again.” Jacob leaned back in his seat and watched the runner steal third, his new urges forgotten.

“Good.” Mary smiled and looked over at him. “Now, focus on that feeling. You feel free of your bodily needs, right?”

“Yeah, I feel good, Mom. Free.” Jacob felt her hand return to his thigh. She caressed his uniform with her fingertips. The fabric faintly hummed at her touch. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.” His dick wiggled between his legs, inflating as he looked over at her boobs, poorly hidden in her uniform.

“This is practice, sweetie. Christ faced temptation in the Judean Desert. And you now face it at an Eagles baseball game. I think you have it easier than our Savior.” Mary laughed and moved her hand higher up his thigh, squeezing his flesh.

“You’re my mom, not the devil.” Jacob now found it almost impossible to focus on the game. He tried to ignore his bodily wants. Jacob breathed deeply and inhaled the smell of the fresh cut grass.

“Quiet now, Jake.” Mary looked down and licked her lips. The monster lurking inside his uniform looked like it was searching for a way out. It moved most unnaturally and pushed at the triple-looped fabric. “This is how you will resist temptation. Focus on the game. Forget the woman next to you. Every time you have these urges, you can come back in your mind to this happy place.”

“But, Mom.” Jacob turned and looked at her as another bat cracked and the crowd around them cheered. “You’re my happy place.”

“Me?” Mary hadn’t meant to fondle his thing, but she found her left hand grasping it through his uniform. It pulsed with life. She looked down. Her hand looked so small on top of Jacob’s new organ. Her wedding ring sparkled in the stadium’s lights.

“Baseball can’t compete with you, Mom.” Jacob leaned in closer to his mother. He reached for the zipper on her uniform and pulled it down past her breasts, exposing her cleavage and the cross that hung between her boobs.

“It can’t?” Mary whispered. Her plan for therapy was backfiring. She looked up into his deep brown eyes and saw the longing there. What mother could deny her son what he needed most when he was so hungry?

“You take care of me, Mom.”

“I do, sweetie. Mmmmmpphhhhhh.” Mary let Jacob lean in for the kiss. Baseball was supposed to win out over his new sex drive. This was Jacob’s favorite thing. But maybe, when your boy becomes a man, you no longer know what his favorite things are. Mary let his tongue explore her mouth, and jerked his penis through his uniform with her left hand. Was bayrampaşa escort she now his favorite thing? The crowd roared as something happened on the field, but the Winthrops made out in the stands ignoring all the energy around them.

Jacob put his hands around his mom’s shoulders, and down onto her delicate back. He broke the kiss and looked into her pretty, heart-shaped face. “Mom. I need it really bad. Can you … do it with your mouth like Pricilla did?”

“Oh, my.” But even as Mary rebelled, thinking about what her daughter had looked like coated in Jacob’s little swimmers, she unzipped his uniform. “Goodness, gracious.” She found his underwear torn and useless under his uniform as she fished out that heavy penis. “I’ve only ever done this for your father. And this is …” Mary looked down at the rippling pole of flesh, with its throbbing veins. His poor testicles looked so blue between his legs. “Yours is very different from your father’s. From any man’s.”

“Please, Mom.” Jacob watched his mother’s pink lips part and her head slowly move lower to his lap. She was going to do it.

“Here, goes.” Mary could only think about what it would be like to have her mouth directly attached to that font of seminal rapture. She stretched her jaw wide and took him in. “Mmmmmpppphhhhhh.” The thing moved in her mouth just as Jacob’s tongue had. As she sought to give it pleasure, it seemed to want to return the favor. Breathing through her nose, Mary bounced her head on that mighty penis, never getting much more than the head inside her mouth.

“Wow, Mom. You’re even better than Pricilla.” How odd to be comparing blowjob techniques between his mother and sister. And even stranger still to have her head bobbing on his lap at an Eagles game. He looked around, but everyone in the crowd seemed oblivious to the salacious developments in the stands. Jacob wove his fingers into her silky, blonde hair and tried not to buck his hips up into her. He didn’t want her choking on his dick. He wasn’t sure exactly what would happen if he went too far in. “You take such good care of me,” he whispered.

“Mmmmppphhhhhhh.” Mary was quite shocked at being compared to her daughter at such an act. But for some reason, it made her all the wetter. She was sure her wetness must have soaked through to her uniform. She pumped both hands on the pulsing penis, and rolled her tongue around the top. She was determined to satisfy her eighteen-year-old young man.

The blowjob lasted a good long while. The crowd cheered and clapped at the game intermittently. Some of the heathens and polygamists in the bleachers started a chant at one point. “What’s the matter with Hammond.” Then other heathens would shout, “He’s … a … bum.”

The blowjob continued, and Jacob could no longer tell if the moment was real life, or if he’d died and gone to heaven. “Mom … I’m going to … cum … in your mouth.”

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhhh.” Mary’s head buzzed. Her heart thumped in her chest. She was so close to the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced. Then she heard her beloved son roar out his climax and his hot sticky stuff flooded her mouth. “Eeerrrrrrrrpppphhhhhhhh.” Everything around her disappeared and she felt that she had somehow become a cloud of pure ecstasy.

“Mom?” Jacob’s orgasm passed and he looked down at his mother. The small muscles in her back tensed and released rhythmically. She made a long gurgling noise. Worried, he tried to lift her off his dick, but her rigid body resisted being moved. His dick did pop out of her mouth, and he could hear her making the stupidest sounds. Cum fell out of her mouth, and pooled around the base of his dick. “Mom, are you okay?”

“Yeeeesssssss, swwweeeettiiiieeeeeee.” Mary finally sat up, cum streaming down her chin, her chest, and soaking into her bra. “Mmmmoooommmmyyyyyy feeeelllllsss niiicccceeeeee.” The stadium swam around her. Was this what being drunk felt like? If so, she could see why the polygamists enjoyed their drink the way they did.

“I don’t think I want this to stop. This is the best thing that ever happened to anyone anywhere.” Jacob pulled her uniform down to her waist, and then moved her butt up off the stadium seat so he could pull it all the way off along with her panties. She offered no resistance. With only her cum saturated bra on, Jacob pulled her onto his lap facing the game. “We can watch baseball together while I’m inside you, Mom. This is my happy place.”

“Jjjjaaaakkkeee ppppplllleeeassseee.” Mary didn’t know why she was pleading. Was it so that he wouldn’t put it in? Or because she needed to feel that rippling penis inside her? “We should … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” Just as her brain returned to her, Mary felt Jacob’s thing slip into her. It hurt as her vagina tried its best to repel the invader, but it also sent waves of electric sparks through escort bahçelievler her nervous system.

“Oh, Mom, it just went in. I didn’t do anything.” Jacob didn’t know how to find her entrance, but his dick seemed to have no problem. Jacob looked over at the young couple watching the game next to them. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like the wife kept eyeing him out of the corner of her eyes. He wasn’t sure how holoparks worked. Did she have some advanced AI algorithm, or was she just filler? Jacob turned back to his mom and watched his cock inch into her below that wide, white ass.

“My vagina … is … putting up a fight.” Mary squealed as the pain receded and pleasure took over. She gripped her son’s thighs. After about a minute, and several inches of penis, her poor vagina seemed to realize it was a lost cause, and it opened up to Jacob. “I can … feel it … moving into me. Oh, goodness … it’s alive. So alive. And … moving into … my belly.” Mary looked down in shock as the massive thing bulged her tummy, moving side to side. She should have been horrified, but instead she wanted more and more. “Is it … all the way … in?”

“Yes.” Jacob gripped the flesh around her hips and moved her up and down. His mother quickly got the message and bounced on his dick. Her ass shook beautifully. If the blowjob at a baseball game had been heaven, this was something beyond. What was there beyond heaven? He had never dreamed anyone could feel as good as he felt in that moment. “I want to be inside you forever, Mom.”

“Oh, yes.” Mary said dumbly. Her boobs bounced in unison inside her saturated bra. Someone hit a triple down the left field line, but she didn’t really see it. She was too wrapped up in the most horribly wrong and perfectly right moment of her motherhood.

“I mean … ugh … ugh … I literally … ugh … never want to leave … your pussy.” Jacob squeezed her hips tighter. He looked up at her slender shoulders, and her blonde hair suspending in the air at the apogee of each bounce.

“Oh, yeessssssss.” Mary wanted to reprimand him for saying pussy, a word used by the Godless polygamists. But she couldn’t bring herself to say more than those two words. “Ooooohhhhhh, yeeesssssssss.” Another orgasm swept through her, the first in a while not brought on by eating his sperm. She dug her nails into his soft thighs, her platinum cross thumping off her boobs again and again.

Mary rode her son for a long time, cresting from one orgasm to the next. The crowd cheered around them, and the Eagles pulled into the lead down below. But neither Winthrop much cared for the setting of the failed therapy session. They were too into each other.

After her fourth or fifth orgasm, Mary pulled off him, turned around, and squatted back down on his lap. She sighed as the oversized thing slipped back into her stretched hole. It was awkward riding Jacob this way, the armrests prevented her from putting her knees by his hips, but she managed long, tantalizing stroke after stroke.

“I can’t believe you’re … going to make me … again …” Mary reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let her heavy breasts fall free. They wobbled and bounced in different directions once freed from confinement.

“It’s coming … Mom … I’m cumming … Mom.” Jacob reached up and grabbed hold of each boob, pulling her down all the way onto his cock. “So … gooood … Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Yeeessssssss …” Mary had never been manhandled like that, but she didn’t have time to think about it. The second his hot stuff hit her insides, she was transported back to that amorphous, rapturous cloud. Far off in the distance, she could hear her unladylike self grunting like a pig as Jacob filled her up. Oh, no, he was filling her up. But her brain couldn’t hold on to the worry as the pleasure carried her away.

Minutes later, when she pulled off of him, her vagina was a burping, sloppy mess. It dumped so much of his white stuff back onto him and onto the poor stadium seating. Her triangle of blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum, and she could feel it trickling down the insides of her thighs. “What have … we done … Jacob?”

“We had sex … Mom.” Jacob panted. “And it was the best … thing … ever.”

“We certainly … did.” Mary picked her panties up from the stadium floor. They would be woefully inadequate at holding back the flow of sperm seeping out of her, but better than nothing. She shimmied them on and stepped into her uniform. “Get dressed. I didn’t lock the holopark. Anyone could come in here at any time.”

“Really?” Jacob tucked his deflating dick into his uniform and zipped up. He looked around the stadium. For all the world, it looked like they were really at an Eagles game with 40,000 people.

“I thought we were doing a therapy session.” Mary zipped up and offered her skinny son a hand up. He took it and she pulled him from the chair. Goodness, her legs and vagina were sore. “Now let’s get to a shower before someone finds us.”

“Right.” Jacob thought about getting naked in the shower with his curvy mother as they headed for the tunnel that was the exit to the holopark. He smiled.

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first story, There may be scenes that appear to be a repeat but that is done on purpose to show what both sides feel. This is just the beginning There will be more chapters. .I’m not a native English speaker or writer so there may be mistakes that I have missed. You get 3 characters mentioned ( 2 named, 1 unnamed as of yet).

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After having run for what seemed days she finally collapsed, more tired than she thought possible. Afraid of dieing or a worse fait, she tried to get up to flee once more but her legs refused to move. Realizing that there was nothing left but hope for rescue by her people or a quick death, she started sobbing and praying. When she heard the vile, monstrous voice of the creature chasing her casting magic, she was relieved because the spell would kill her swiftly before the creature could rape her.

She said a final prayer hoping that her soul would find happiness after death. Suddenly there was an unbelievably loud rumbling followed by an unearthly glow when someone appeared before her. Standing in between her and the monster the man did not know where he was and how he got here but he saw an utterly beautiful young woman crying in terror. Looking towards where she was looking he saw a large black human shaped thing riding atop a large, equally black dragon throwing something that resembled a ball of fire. Seeing the fireball moving towards him all he could think was crap, I hope It is just a dream. Closing his eyes and bracing for the impact of the fireball, he was surprised when nothing happened and then decided to open his eyes. All he could see was a scorched area off grass edged on one side by a slightly curved line and everywhere else by random lines and burnt patches. Looking further he saw the thing turning and running as fast as it could. Wondering about the woman he decided to turn around, he saw her still trembling but looking just as surprised as he was.

Feeling relieved to still be alive and no longer in danger from the monster, she decided to look şişli escort up at who or what ever stopped the fireball, gasping in surprise of the elven-like face of the man before her.

Looking down he could see that the woman was looking at him, after locking eyes with her for a split second al he could thing of was the beauty of the woman before him and the genuine relieve and happiness in her perfect lavender eyes. Crouching down to help her up he suddenly felt faint and started to loose consciousness, falling on the ground in front of her.

When her eyes met his, she found herself lost in his sky-blue gaze specked with green and gold around the edge of his irises. Startled when his eyes lost there focus on her and started to close just before he fell to the ground, she let out a gasp. Determined to help her savoir she forced her unwilling muscles to bring her beside him so she could check if he was injured. Finding no signs of injury and hearing his heartbeat and breathing she suddenly felt tired as well realising that the only reason why she was still awake is the fear she felt up until now, she decided to lay beside him. Feeling her eyes closing and the bliss of dreams knocking at her minds edge, she felt an arm over her waist and the warm breath of the man who was holding her. Being to tired to move anyway and somehow liking the feeling of being held even it was against the laws of her people.

Waking up feeling cold and alone again, she fearfully opened her eyes. She managed to roll over and saw the man who saved her from the dark rider. Wondering what he was doing she decided to stand up and walk over to him. When trying to stand but unable to do so she realized that her legs were still unwilling to move. Refusing to let that stop her, she crawled probably ruining her dress but relieved to be nearer to him. When she was close enough she could see the man using something she has never seen before and making strange noises. Listening intently she came to the bağcılar escort conclusion that those noises were an unknown language used by the man.

Turning around to check on the beauty he apparently saved a short while ago, he was startled to see her almost leaning over him. Being so close to her face he could clearly see the ethereal beauty she possessed. Slowly looking over her face as if to remember every detail of it, stopping to stare in her eyes which were a vibrant violet and couldn’t stop himself from gazing in them and feeling a strange warmth coming over him.

Startled by his looking at her, all she could was stare back and seeing eyes unlike any she has ever seen. The only thing she could think of were his bleu eyes specked with gold and green. Feeling a new, strange sensation deep within her heart and gut, she forgot about the dark rider and could only think of those eyes and their piercing look which seemed to captivate her. Slowly moving forward with her face towards his, she kissed him gently startling them both. Pulling back not knowing what the strange lip contact was and why her lips still wanted more, her entire body and soul wanting more.

Seeing her inching towards him and feeling her kiss him, he relished in the warmth her kiss created within him. After the kiss he gazed in her eyes again and it was almost like he could hear her desires as if the were spoken out loud. Moving his hands towards her face so he could hold her closer for longer, he saw her flinch but when his fingers made contact she pushed her face against his hand letting out a sigh. Kissing her again and making sure to make it last longer than their first, he started teasing her lips with his and his tongue. When the lack of oxygen became apparent, he reluctantly moved away from her lips to once again gaze into her eyes. Hearing her rapid breathing he decided to give her a light peck on the lips and move her into a sitting position beside him.

When he suddenly moved escort zeytinburnu his hand towards her face, she couldn’t stop herself from flinching but when he touched her so gently, her face tried to make more contact with his hand. She saw him moving towards her and felt his lip lock. With it not ending and not knowing what to do she was forced to endure what he was doing to her and relished in the warm feelings it caused. It felt so good that when he stopped kissing her, it became obvious that she would have suffocated and died if he hadn’t stopped. Feeling relieved to be able to breath but at the same time miserable that it ended. Surprised by the light, short lip to lip touch, she let his arms move around her and move her beside him as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. When she was seated comfortably she felt his arms letting her body go but one of his hands gently squeezed and caressed one of hers

Once she was seated he pointed at himself and said his name: “Alex.”, hoping she would understand what he meant. Hearing her say his name and pointing at him, felt thrilling yet relaxing because she pronounced it as Ales. Seeing her pointing at him and pronouncing his name again but as Alekss, he decided to ask her name by pointing towards her.

Liking the sound of his name even tough she did find it difficult to pronounce never having heard the k-sound. Seeing him pointing towards her, she said her name: ” Milleara”. When she heard him repeat her without fault and then utter the word “Lilly”, she knew he was speaking some sort of language. Suddenly feeling tired she felt her eyes shut and her head drop against his shoulder. Just before she fell asleep she saw something metallic fly up into the sky but she was to tired to react to the normally unnerving sight.

Feeling her head resting on his shoulder and seeing her eyes slowly closing, he also decided to rest again. Wanting to know more of where he is, he activated the aerial scoutdrone and set it to do a full survey of the planet. Laying her gently down and getting down close beside her, he was happily surprised that she cuddled close to him and even put her head on his chest. Having one arm holding her close to him and another cover the arm she had draped over him, he also fell asleep

The end for now

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The world, cold and harsh, spread out below the peak. Mountaintops like blades of ice-covered stone, endlessly deep valleys where the sun had never shone. The sky above was dark and threatening grey, and the cold wind was a harsh as a knife through Apprentice Aversham’s body. Aversham drew his robes around him, thankful for once that the academy required such a heavy and elaborate uniform from its junior warlocks, and trudged a few more steps through the icy snow.

In the lands below, where homes and temples were buried in drifts of snow, the people were huddled around their fireplaces acting out the midwinter festivals. Some of them feasted, some told stories, most of them prayed. It was easy to assume that the festivals had grown up simply because winter was so harsh and long there had to be some celebration just to make it bearable until spring. But the mages of the Hallowed Academy knew otherwise. The festivals had at their root the most crucial of rituals, ones upon which the cycle of life depended.

The mages said that every winter, the world died. And if it was not woken, then there would never be another spring. The mages had come to the mountain to wake up the spring, but they were old men. It was Aversham who had made the final climb to the shadow of the mountain’s peak.

‘Bastards,’ hissed Aversham and he dragged himself into the lee of the peak, where the wind bit a little less. ‘What do you expect me to do here? I’m just an apprentice, I don’t know what the hell this damn ritual even is…’

He hauled the pack off his back. It was full of books, candles, sacred bowls and magic trinkets. Presumably in one of the books was buried the ritual he was supposed to enact. The elderly mages, huddled in their camp on the slope far below, had told him that Aversham carried everything he needed for the ritual with him, but there wasn’t even enough light in the stormy twilight to read by.

The horizon was black with a dense, swirling blizzard. It slowly began to dawn on Aversham that he was probably going to die up there.

There was a crevice in the rock of the peak that looked like it might offer some shelter from the storm. More likely it would just become full up with snow and suffocate him, but in truth Aversham just wanted somewhere he could lie down and sleep while whatever happened, happened. He struggled into the darkness of the crevice, but there was no cold stone touching the hand he reached out. He fell, tumbling down a slick slope of rock, until he came to a rest.

It was soft beneath him. Soft and warm. The light was dim but Aversham thought he could see dark foliage like a forest around him, deep and green. It was fanciful thought, since he was at the top of a mountain in midwinter, but it was a good thought to fall asleep with.

Just as sleep overtook him, Aversham imagined that he laid his hand on smooth, warm skin, the flank of someone sleeping beside him. Then, he didn’t imagine anything at all.

When Aversham awoke, he wasn’t dead. He forced his eyes open and even the weak light around him was almost too much. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, and he didn’t know where he was. He knew that he had been in the freezing cold, thinking about his own death – but it seemed he was very far away from that now.

There was grass beneath him, deep and mossy, as soft as a mattress. He was aware of heavy boughs hanging over him, laden with leaves. The air tasted fresh, like a forest after the rain, and he was warm beneath the many layers of travelling robes he had slept in.

Aversham turned onto his side, and his fingers brushed someone sleeping beside him. He froze in surprise. There was someone in there with him. He turned his head and saw the other person was lying on their side with their back to him, curled up on the soft grass. It was a woman. Aversham’s eye followed from her shoulder to the curve of her waist and the gentle rounding of her hips. She was naked. Her skin was pale and flawless, like sapwood, and her hair was green-black and feathery like fern escort sultangazi leaves.

Aversham reached up and touched her hair. It was as soft as down. He stroked it and leaned forward – her hair smelled like virgin ground, deep and earthy. He rested his hand on the elegant curve of her shoulder and stroked down the long slope to her waist, then ran it up the rise of her rump.

She made a sound, little more than a breath. She was just waking up. Aversham withdrew his hand, but the woman didn’t seem alarmed to be waking up next to him. Slowly she turned her head and Aversham saw her face. She was quite astonishingly beautiful. Her skin was perfect and her face long and sorrowful, with delicate pouting lips and high cheekbones and brow. When she opened her eyes, she was complete. They were of the most brilliant green, and they seemed to light her up.

Her lips parted, as if in recognition. In spite of himself, Aversham touched her cheek. Her eyes closed and she took a short, sighing breath.

Aversham’s throat was dry and he was hard beneath his layers of robes. There had been experiences before – though the Academy kept its boy and girl students separate, they still found ways to meet up and engage in breathy fumbling to relieve the tensions and educate themselves about one another. Aversham knew what a woman’s skin felt like against his own but it had always been brief and stolen, and he had never seen a creature as beautiful as the woman who shivered so slightly at his touch. Her hand touched his hair, which was normally short but which had grown long during the weeks of the expedition to the mountains. She was looking at him the way he must be looking at her, with a mixture of wonderment and curiosity. Her eyes settled on the heavy dark robes he wore and something like disappointment came over her brilliant eyes.

She turned her eyes to the ceiling of the cave and rolled onto her back, stretching out her body. Aversham knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. She breathed in deeply and her breasts rose, not large but firm and shapely, topped with small dark nipples that contrasted with her pale skin. Aversham’s eyes were drawn down over her flat belly to the curve of her hips – she was slim but healthy, her body a wonderful smooth hourglass. Aversham couldn’t help glancing at the delicate, hairless fold of flesh between her thighs.

The woman stretched her arms over her head, waking up from her long sleep. Aversham saw the cave in more detail now, as if her waking had brought more light to the place. It was more a clearing than a cave, carpeted in deep mossy grass with the green, willowy trunks of trees forming the walls. Branches, pendulous with foliage, hung over them, closing so the ceiling could not be seen. The greenery had a lush, elaborate feel to it, like life run riot.

The woman rolled so she was facing Aversham. Her face was close to his now, and he could barely look away from the light of her eyes. Her hand touched his face, stroking down over his jaw to his neck. She deftly untied the leather thong that fastened his cloak at his throat. The cloak slipped away and she used both hands this time, undoing the buttons on the first layer of travelling robes. Aversham did the same, fumbling with the buttons and fastenings. The brutal midwinter on the mountain had required countless layers, and it was with great frustration that he struggled to get out of them.

Finally, the woman’s hand touched his skin. He flinched at it, but she did not pull away. She drew the many layers open so his chest and stomach were bare, and then pulled herself close. Aversham felt her breasts against his chest, her firm nipples, the rising and falling as she breathed. He put an arm round her and bathed in the scent of her hair. Her lips brushed against his cheek, then against his lips – gently, as if she was afraid of scaring him. He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her close, her lips against his. She opened her mouth slightly and they lay there for a long escort fatih moment.

Her hand reached down to his loins. Aversham thought for a moment that she would recoil at how hard he was, but her hand closed around his cock, stroking him. His lips came away from hers and he gasped at her touch.

She kissed him again, lightly, like an echo. Then he was looking into the brilliant green of her eyes as she stroked him. He put his arms around her and held her close as he felt the heat rising in his loins.

He hadn’t realised how close he was. It happened almost by accident. Before he could pull away from her it was too late and he was climaxing, the hot, sweet release too strong to hold back. He moaned as her hand flitted over the crown of his cock and back down, and his seed pulsed out over her hand.

She didn’t stop, until every drop was squeezed from him. Aversham’s long, sighing breaths had left his throat dry and he swallowed as he looked at her, thinking he should apologise for being unable to hold back. But she smiled gently at him and kissed him again on the forehead, rolling away onto her back again.

Aversham had never seen anything as beautiful as she was then, her fernlike hair mingling with the deep grass. He shrugged his travelling robes off his shoulders and pulled himself out of them, wishing he could just make them dissolve away. He wanted to be close to her, forever, to feel her skin against his as if there was nothing else in the world.

He knelt beside her and placed a hand on her breast. Her nipple was firm, like a berry beneath his palm. He kissed the place between her breasts and heard her take a tiny breath. He kissed her lower, down towards her taut belly. He ran his hand down her side, and it rested on her thigh. He felt her tremble, very slightly. He was already hard again, the feel of her skin almost too much for him to bear. Aversham had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her that moment.

Her thighs parted for him as he kissed her below her navel. She pulled up her legs so she was exposed. She was smooth between her legs, and Aversham was filled with the scent of her. It was dark and earthy, the smell of life itself, pure and deep. He kissed the delicate lips and she sighed again, then again as he ran his tongue along the soft petals of flesh.

She tasted wonderful. He began to lick her, gently, running his tongue between her petals along the tenderness inside. He delicately parted her with one hand, opening her up to him, and he slid his tongue further between her lips.

She was trembling now beneath him, her fingers touching his hair. She was making tiny, secret sounds, her breath catching. Aversham slid his tongue up to the tiny, firm nub nestled among her petals, lapping his tongue over it. He felt her shudder at that and tense up very slightly, her most secret place suddenly vulnerable. But the moment passed and she yielded beneath him, and he sunk deeper into her.

He tongued her for a long time, drowning in her taste. She was wet now, and his tongue glided over her. She was groaning gently, arching her back off the grass as, moment by moment, her control ebbed away. Aversham slid a finger between her lips and began to move it in a rhythm as he flicked the tip of his tongue over that tiny firm point. She moaned louder, unable to stifle the sound as Aversham took her past some point of control and she writhed beneath him suddenly. Aversham kept up the rhythm, slower and then faster, marvelling as she gasped in time with him. The scent and the taste were wonderful.

She cried out loud now, her sex tightening around Aversham’s fingers. She bucked where she lay as control left her. Her hand drew Aversham down into her so his tongue was pressed hard against her sex and he was buried in her as she finally gave herself up. Her breath caught in a sob as she climaxed.

Her cries died down to moans. Aversham withdrew his fingers and licked at her again, the delicate flesh slick under his tongue now. The tension left escort etiler her and she lay back again, Aversham kissing her sex and the insides of her thighs, tasting her again.

He was hard again, and he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He slid up her body, feeling her firm nipples slide across his chest. He kissed her neck, feeling her moan gently as she angled her hips to let him enter her. With one hand he guided himself in, and she tensed very slightly as the crown of his cock pushed past her wet lips. She put her arms around him, and kissed him, making tiny secret sounds as he began to slide himself in and out of her. He couldn’t have held back if he had wanted to. The only thing he wanted was to be inside her, closer than close, the taste of her still on his lips as she rocked her hips in time with him.

He felt himself building up again, the hotness in his loins too much to bear. He kissed her cheeks and throat as he sped up, wishing he could sink into her so they could become one. She held him close and gasped as he pushed ever deeper, ever faster, his back tensing as the hot itch ran down his cock and he reached the point where he couldn’t pull back.

His passion released itself inside her. Aversham moaned out loud as the heat flooded out of him. He felt her thighs tighten around him as he thrust into her, a final dozen strokes. He had never felt so close to anyone, he had never felt so perfect as when she pulled him tight against her as he gasped out the last few moment of climax.

They lay there in each others’ arms for a long time. Aversham bathed in the smell and the taste of her as she lay back. He loved the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the beat of her heart as he lay his head on her chest. Her fingers stroked his back gently and slowly, they fell asleep like that.

It was movement that awoke Aversham, and he lifted his head from her to catch a glimpse of what had moved overhead.

Aversham could see the boughs of the plants around them becoming dark and heavy. The cave was dimming as well, the light becoming a dark green glow. Foliage curled outwards, weighing the branches down, as the grass became lusher and deeper beneath Aversham.

The growth was rampant. The woman stirred as the grass curled over her, white flowers unfurling around her, the grass mingling with her long, ferny hair. She spread herself out, stalks wrapping around her fingers, leaves uncurling over her beautiful pale body. She looked back at him as she sunk into the lush green carpet, her eyes flashing one last time as she smiled at him, and was gone.

Aversham reached into the grass but he couldn’t find her. The cave was becoming dark around him almost too dark to see. He rummaged through the grass and found his clothes, struggling into them as flower stems twined themselves around his legs. The branches above him were hanging low enough to brush his head. He felt around until he found his bag of books and trinkets, and struggled against the enclosing foliage as it threatened to engulf him. He pushed through the branches and leaves until they gave way, revealing the entrance to the cave. He tore at the stems as they thickened, forcing his way out. He ducked out of the cave just as the dark greenery closed completely, and the cold winter air struck him again.

When Aversham emerged from the shelter of the mountain’s peak, the storm had gone and the sun was shining, almost blindingly bright on the mountaintops.

‘Clever,’ said Aversham to himself. ‘You clever old bastards.’ The wizards had told him he carried everything he needed with him. Of course, they hadn’t meant mouldy old books or magical trinkets. They were all old men, far too old to complete the ceremony that the beautiful young woman in the mountain required. So they had sent Aversham, knowing that he could do what they could not.

So for another year, it was done. The following year the life would die again, and someone would have to come to the cave to wake it up and help bring the new year into being. Aversham knew better than to hope it would be him again.

As Aversham prepared for the long hike back down to the camp, he heard a distant sound, like thunder over the mountains. But he knew it wasn’t thunder, because the storm had passed.

All along the mountain range, the winter ice was thawing.

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Author’s Note: This is my first story, though I plan to write many more in this universe. This universe and these characters are all original things created by me. Feedback and advice are appreciated.

Maximus, or Max as most people knew him by, closed the loading bay doors to his cargo ship. He was carrying a wide variety of cargo over from Makeal, the lawless continent plagued by crime and greed, to Trafia, the old primitive continent, stuck in the Dark Ages due to their traditions and loyalty.

Max was a Traveler, a small race shrouded in myth, who possess the ability and equipment to travel between the isolated Pangea-like continents of Ishaka. Each is an immortal being with one fatal flaw that contradicts the almost perfect biological structure of their anatomy.

Max was a ruggedly handsome looking guy, though unlike all the other Travelers, he’d aged, and appeared to be in his mid-forties. One look in the mirror on the wall, and Max was instantly happy. He hated the physical “perfection” that the other Travelers seemed to flaunt around.

Max slowly strutted up to the cockpit, when a bright orange and blue hologram popped up beside him. He jumped, startled at first, though he realized it was only his sporadic AI, M1KA.

“Maximus, as you have yet to take any safety precautions, I decided to scan the cargo and there are some issues I think you might have interest in.” The holographic AI said in her feminine and surprisingly human voice. As she spoke, a long report showed up on the ship consoles.

“Mika, I don’t care. I’ve done this trip quite literally hundreds of thousands of times.” Max replied without thought to his companion’s warning. He scrolled through the manifest carelessly, but then his eyes latched onto an item in the manifest: Sex Slaves. A sly smile crept onto his face. “Though, if you insist, I will go back and just make sure all the cargo is in order. Get the ship ready for takeoff, because when I get back we’re getting out of here.” Max called out as he disappeared back into the cargo hold.

Max moved through the cargo bay, using shipments of rare spices, minerals, and slaves as guides to navigate his way to the section he wanted to be in. His jaw nearly hit the ground, when what the manifest had told him, couldn’t describe what he saw. He was staring at his oldest rival, his most hated adversary. He was staring at what used to be the Queen of Makael.

As Max gazed upon her, caged by the iron bars that contained slaves, all the memories of her emerged in his mind. The day that he was declared a traitor in all the lands, due to crimes against human nature. He remembered the day she had to go in hiding, as the gangs of Makael staged a coup on the capital. He had heard rumors amongst his connections in the now dominant gang, Makael’s Hand, that she had been found and captured.

Max remembered talking with his connection about it, and Max suggested that they put her in the Arena, to be publicly humiliated, but that idea had been shot down. They wanted to have her disappear completely. Any loyalists would think that she had given up, and their spirits would shatter. They didn’t know where Max sent his cargo, but they must’ve figured that it would be somewhere that they would be rid of her completely, so they tried to hide her in amongst the slaves, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Max was ecstatic. This woman had almost ruined his business of trading items that the two continents had little to none of in their lands. It was more than just profitable, as Max was technically the wealthiest man on all three continents. Max loved his life, and even after hundreds and thousands of years, he hadn’t grown bored of it.

Surrounding her cage, were several more cages of the particularly attractive females, who would probably fetch a decent price to the brothels in Trafia. The Queen was just recovering from her sedatives and was still drowsy and had no idea what was happening. Max noticed this, and decided to “inspect” her last.

Max slowly strutted up to the cage of the first woman. He pulled up the manifest and checked to make sure all the basics were in order. He entered the cage, stun stick at his side in case things went awry, although the woman looked to be no match to him in any fighting way.

She was a tall black woman, with a skinny physique, though she had an ample bust. Max approached her, eyeing her like she was a pet at the store. His eyes had were unrelenting and scoured every inch of her body. A terrified and confused look flashed across her face, as well as the faces of the other caged women nearby.

Max noticed this and with a cruel smile commented, “Your a slave now. You’re headed for a primitive and cruel place, where you’ll be passed around between fat old nobles like you were a şişli escort toy. They’ll fuck you till they’re satisfied and then hand you to the next man in line. I’m just making sure that you are something they will want to fuck. If you aren’t, then I won’t get payed. Nobody is happy when I’m not payed.”

Tears rolled down the woman’s face as she tried to back away, though she just trapped herself in the corner. The other women in cages nearby were crying too, realizing that their fate was destined to be the same as hers. The only woman who was controlling herself was the queen, though Max planned on changing that.

“Wha..what are you going to do to me?” The black woman asked between choked sobs.

“I’m just going to go over basic things, and if you comply it will be quick and easy. If you fail to comply, well I’ll have to go into more detailed inspections, and maybe test you out to make sure what I’m selling is worth it.” Max said with a practically emotionless voice, which only added to the terror. He took what looked like a nod from the woman, as a sign of her understanding, so he began, “We’re going to start out with easy questions. What is your name?”

The sobbing black woman, started taking deep breaths until she could muster up the courage to speak, “J…J…Jessica”

Max nodded then moved on to the next question, “What is it you do?”

“I own a clothing store in the capital.” Jessica answered honestly.

“Okay you seem to remember the things that you’d tell any person. Now we’re moving on to the more personal, intimate questions. How often do you have sex?” Max asked bluntly.

Jessica stammered, trying to think of how to reply to this intrusion into her intimate life. She couldn’t come up with an answer and she hung her head low, fearful of the punishment.

Max smiled cruelly and approached her, “I thought you wanted this to be quick and easy. I tried to be as polite in the wording as possible, but what I really wanted to know, isn’t nearly as polite. Tell me, are you a slut Jessica?” Max asked his voice now containing a cruel sound of pleasure, but hate.

Jessica felt like the question was even more intrusive and had absolutely no idea how to respond. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about the fact that she was wearing a low cut t-shirt.

Max was even happier now, but had to keep his expression as it was, to give off the correct image. “Well since you can’t seem to remember whether or not you are a slut, how about you show me those tits. Being exposed ought to jog your memory.” Max stated in a form that was in no way a question.

“I’m a slut.” Jessica said, hoping it would get her out of stripping in front of this man.

“Well sadly you didn’t answer when I first asked. So you’re still going to have to strip, but since you’re a slut you shouldn’t mind.” Max said as he looked at the tall woman, assessing any strengths she might have. She was slightly shorter than him, had skinny arms, and was not doing well under pressure.

Jessica looked petrified, but her fear of this man, won against her urge to resist and fight. She pulled the low cut black t-shirt over her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. She then unlatched her simple push-up bra, and dropped it to the ground. Her arms quickly moved to cover her large breasts.

Max smiled and chuckled as she covered her breasts with her arms. He knew that she knew that wouldn’t work for very long. Max pulled out two magnetic bracelets from his tool belt. He roughly grabbed her wrists, yanked them away from her breasts, and clamped the bracelets on, all at once. The bracelets activated and pulled both wrists to the iron bars of her cage.

Both breasts were now free and exposed. The dark skin of her breasts surrounded even darker pencil eraser sized nipples, which were erect and pointing straight at Max.

“Now that’s a lot better.” Max commented taking in every detail of her newly exposed skin.

Jessica was sobbing again because she was absolutely terrified of what had just happened. She felt even more powerless and exposed as his eyes scoured her helpless body and exposed breasts.

“Next question. Which hole do you like to be fucked in the most?” Max asked very casually, as if it were just a game of twenty questions.

Jessica thought for a moment, but she knew she had to answer for fear of punishment, “I like to be f…fucked in my pussy.”

“Wrong. You’re a slave and a whore now. You like to be fucked in whatever hole someone will fuck you in. And for your stupidity, your pants are coming off.” Max said with a cruel laugh at his trick question. He unbuttoned the tight leather pants and yanked them down to the ground, exposing a tiny black thong. He took bağcılar escort a step back and admired her near naked body, that’s only cover was a tiny black thong. With this outfit on, she must’ve been going to have some fun, before they captured her. That or she really was just a slut.

Jessica’s whole body shivered as her tiny thong became the only cover she had from this cruel man. Her sobs grew louder, and tears flowed freely down her face.

Max slyly looked around at the other prisoners, and they were all crying, scared out of their minds. “You’ve now answered all of the questions. You can keep on those millimeters of cloth, after all everybody needs at least a little hope right. Sadly you decided not to wear much hope today. That’s your fault.” Max said with a smile as he left her cage taking the discarded clothes leaving her pinned to the wall in nothing but her thong. She was an example to the rest of them, and it seemed to break the spirit of every other slave, except the queen.

Max went through each of the nine other women with the same set of questions, though the other women answered in the way that he wanted, and most ended up with at least there pants. Finally he walked up to the Queen’s cage. She was a sight to see. Her extreme beauty, surrounded by iron bars and a dusty metal floor. She was actually going on her third or fourth century, but extremely expensive techonolgy was able to prevent aging. The technology had such an exorbitant cost that only royalty could afford it.

Max entered the cage and smiled at her. “Your name?”

“Alexandra.” She said, a disgusted glare wrinkling her pale features.

“Last name?” Max asked though he already knew the answer.

“I don’t have one. I gave it up when I took the position of Queen.” Alexandra said with a look of annoyed defiance.

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough. How about you let me see what’s hiding under that dress you’ve got on.” Max said with a poke at the silky material of her green dress.

“Burn in hell, traitor.” Alexandra said and spat in his face.

Max had a mock look of surprise on his face and he wiped his face off. “Now I thought this was going so well. Looks like you’ll just need a punishment for your…crime. Now that’s irony.” Max said with a laugh.

Max grabbed her wrists and turned her around shoving two magnetic bracelets onto her hands. She was stuck with her arms out against the bars, and her ass jutting forward invitingly. He pulled out a small knife and cut the shoulder straps off of her dress, letting the dress slide down to her ankles and revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing under the dress.

“Well it looks like the Queen is the biggest slut of all. It wouldn’t surprise me with how low cut your outfits are. Well too bad today is your first “‘wardrobe malfunction’ right?” Max asked rhetorically.

“You’ll regret ever getting near me you scoundrel.” Alexandra said with a hiss.

Max just waved away her threat, and ran his hands over her rear that was jutting out. He moved his hands all the way up her body till they reached her breasts. They were giant and perfectly formed, though definitely fake. Max weighed the two breasts in his hands, sinking his fingers into the soft skin, and lightly juggling them. He then used his fingers to tweak at the surprisingly hard nipples. It appeared that she was enjoying the attention.

“It looks like you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Though you did defy my command, so there will have to be a punishment.” Max said with a laugh. He looked around at the other women, all were watching with fearful expressions.

Alexandra said nothing, but just kept her mind clear and focused.

Max slid a hand around to her firm, but round ass. He placed his other hand on her hip to stabilize her. “Now I think maybe 20 slaps on your fine ass, might teach you to start obeying the people in charge. Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to enjoy this.” Max brought his hand back and with all of his muscular might, brought down the hand on her ass, making the sound of skin on skin impact echo throughout the cargo hold. A perfect outline of his hand appeared when he removed it from the pale cheek.

Alexandra stifled a cry of pain from the muscular man spanking her ass. She was royalty and this was probably the worst pain she’d ever physically felt. She had to keep her cries inside her, or else all of the other women would completely lose hope.

Max laughed a little at the mark on her ass, “Well that hurt my hand so it had to have hurt you. I love the imprint my hand made on your pretty little ass. Only 19 more of those to go.”

Max rubbed her ass, enjoying the feel of the flawless skin, before he raised up his hand and smacked escort zeytinburnu it right into the exact same place. The hit wasn’t as strong but it was stacked onto the sore spot of where the first one landed. He repeated the process for the next seven hits. The sound of the Queen’s stifled cries getting louder and louder, almost to the point where they could be heard by Max.

Max breathed hot air onto the mark where every single hit had landed in a perfect handprint. He then brought his palm down harder than ever before and landed it perfectly. If the sound of the impact wasn’t demoralizing enough, the cry that finally escaped the Queen would kill any spirit the other women may have.

“Now that was fun. It’s time for the other cheek my Queen.” Max said. He brought down his hand ten more times, the sounds coming from the queen growing louder with each one, till she could be heard clearly by every slave in the cargo hold.

Alexandra had a face filled with agony, though not a single tear had rolled down her face.

Max smiled deeply at his handiwork. “Now that is beautiful. I hope those stay for a while. Give any of the noble bastards fucking you the idea to spank that pretty ass. By then it’ll be real nice and sore.” Max said with a demented laugh, before he looked down at the bulge emerging from his pants.

“Well I guess it’s time for the next question. Though why not just skip to which hole you like to be fucked in the most. Or better yet, how about I fuck all of them and figure it out from your body language. So which hole would you like me to fill first my Queen?” Max asked.

Alexandra calmly took a few deep breaths, then answered “Well if you’re going to fill all of them, lets go top to bottom.” She said while trying to conceal her knowing smile.

Max, surprised that she answered so calmly and easily, nodded his head, and adjusted her magnetic cuffs, so that she was on her knees facing him. Max planted a microscopic device on the tip of her teeth. “This is so that you’re teeth will not be able to come into contact with my dick. Meaning don’t even try to bite.” He explained.

Max shrugged out of his khaki pants and boxers, releasing a hard eight inch dick. He pushed it forwards to Alexandra’s lips. Max’s hands moved to the back of her head pulling it forward to give him a blowjob.

Alexandra opened her mouth taking in the large dick inch by inch, swirling her tongue around it, doing all the things she’d heard gave a man pleasure. Anything to get it over with as quickly as possible. She hadn’t ever actually given anyone a blowjob, as the King had only had sex with her so that she could birth an heir to the throne. Though an heir wasn’t necessary with the technology that cured old age, and could make your body “perfect” in every way. That was why she had large breasts and a firm round ass. She was made beautiful by technology. The only thing they left the same, was her face. Her face was so beautiful already, that they left it alone, leaving it perfect just how it was.

Max was surprised that the Queen seemed almost eager to suck his dick. It was like she wanted to give him pleasure. Though she was moving slowly, so he thrusted forward, pushing his dick to the back of her throat and making her gag. He then pulled himself back to her lips, before thrusting all the way forward, causing her to gag again.

Alexandra was caught off guard by him making her gag, and she tried to recover as he pulled back, but then he thrust himself back just as fast as he’d left. She focused on breathing between thrusts as he fucked her face. She looked up at his face, but she didn’t have the helpless look of a woman humiliated, instead it was the look of a woman who knew of what was to come and was looking forward to it.

Max suddenly pulled out of her mouth completely and fell onto his back, dick hard and pointing straight up to the ceiling.

Alexandra knew she would have to thank Micheal for the paralysis spit technology he’d come up with. It had taken a while, but now that he’d come in contact with her saliva in two ways, he’d been paralyzed.

Alexandra used her foot to pull his pants closer and got the key to her bracelet. She deactivated the bracelet and it clanked down to the ground. She took off his clothes and put them on, though the pants and boxers were way too large and kept sliding down and she had to leave a couple buttons undone at the top to fit her breasts, which also showed major cleavage, and if she bent over, you could even see her nipples.

Alexandra unlocked the door to her cell and pulled Max’s nude body out before closing it again. She freed the other prisoners, though they had no idea where Max had put their clothing and didn’t want to wait for him to wake up to find out, so most were topless, and Jessica was wearing nothing but her tiny thong. They picked up Max’s body and snuck off the ship. They walked eight miles to where the drop off point where Micheal said he’d be. He didn’t know about the others, but there was no way she could’ve left them there.

To be continued

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